Into The Monster Girl Hole: -v0.1.6- -calabi-yo-...

The hole opened into a chamber. His light barely touched the far wall, but he didn't need it to see the structures . Hive-frames, woven from silk and crystallized resin, spiraled up into the unseen ceiling. And moving along them—shapes. Humanoid, but wrong. Too long in the limb. Too fluid in the spine. Their skin held the violet bioluminescence of the eggs above.

"Son of a bitch," he whispered, tapping a knuckle against it. It thrummed back. A low, subsonic hum that settled in his molars. Into The Monster Girl Hole -v0.1.6- -Calabi-Yo-...

He drank.

The shaft descended not into darkness, but into a kind of permanent twilight . Leo checked his harness—again—and let the rope slide through his gloves. The air changed after the first fifty feet: from damp forest moss to something sweeter, like overripe plums and hot copper. The hole opened into a chamber

The spider-girl's smile widened. The chitin walls pulsed once, twice, and a deep, pleased groan echoed up from the bottom of the hole—a sound like a planet yawning. The seismic reader spiked, then melted in his pack, plastic and circuitry running together like warm taffy. And moving along them—shapes

Another monster girl emerged from a side tunnel. This one was more snake than woman, her lower half a coil of pearlescent scales that whispered over the resin floor. She carried a ceramic bowl of steaming liquid. She offered it to Leo. The liquid was clear, smelled of honey and salt.

And the hole drank back.