The woman who tended the desk sat staring at the giant spider with her mouth agape. She had not seen a giant spider before, and the look of shock only increased when the spider spoke.

"I.. uh.. uhm.. sign here please."

Her voice was a mere squeak as she pushed the clipboard towards the spider, then she was up and all but running for the back.

A few moments later Chryrie was being practically drug into the reception area. She was wearing a tasteful outfit covered by a lab coat and she was in the process of peeling off a set of latex gloves.

"Honestly Trisha, what could be so frightening that you feel the need to..."

She trailed off as she spotted Lucky and she just started to laugh.

"Ohhh! Hello Lucky! You'll have to forgive Trisha. She's arachniphobic. And to what do I owe this pleasure?"

She then glanced to the floor below him and arched an eyebrow.

"You seem to be... molting."

She just smiled as she listened to the spider, then at his last question she just chuckled.

"Really Lucky, I'm not sure what the root cause would be. Not without tests. But for now we can treat the symptom at least."

She led the pony sized spider into the back and directed him to a room. Over her shoulder she called back to the secretary.

"Trisha dear? Would you be so kind as to let the housekeeper know she'll need the extra big vaccuum tonight?"

She closed the door behind her as Lucky got settled. She moved over to a cabinet marked "Non-humanoids" and began to rummage through the various bottles in there.

"Now, I don't know how often you take baths... if at all. But you'll have to do exactly that in order to help with this."

She finally found the bottle she was looking for. She brought it over to the spider and offered it to him.

"This is a shampoo. Follow the directions on the back and make sure you wash the entire effected area. Afterwards I want you to brush the shedding area thoroughly. Do it every day for a week. After that if you're still itchy, come back and we'll try something else."