My Spooky Pony: Fuckhouse of Horror

You were finding it increasingly hard to concentrate on your task, since the air was thick with dust and the entire place around you was filthy. Though, to be perfectly fair, it was your job to make sure that what was happening to you wasn’t going to happen to the next people to set foot here. You’re uncle had promised you quite a hefty paycheck if you could get the cleanliness of the place up to government standards… though not as much of a hefty paycheck he’d normally have to pay the government to come and do it themselves.

Still, cash was cash, and there was no reason to turn it down. At least, that what you thought before actually arriving at the place. Everywhere you took a step, you could feel your sole dig into the grime on the floor, and the dim light coming from the cheap light fixture on the ceiling could barely reach the floor, there were so much dust about the air. Besides that, there was the thick smell of mold wafting about in the air, adding an awful cherry on top of this decrepit cake.

You quickly made your way back upstairs, leaving the door open in an attempt to try to somehow air the place out and make it hospitable. Upstairs, the sun was starting to fall in the sky, casting a pink and orange light onto the ground from the large windows on either side of the the front door, which itself was right across from the basement door. Since it was getting late, you’d have to be heading home to call it a day soon. Everything up here was already clean, and in working order. Furniture placed, windows wiped, plumbing a-ok. If you could somehow saw off the basement, you could pass your job off as done and get your money.

You feel something crawling up your arm and slap it quickly. You pull up your hoodie sleeve, but already know what it is. You look down at the crushed spider on your arm and quickly flick it off. They’re all over down there, contributing to the mess with large, spanning spider webs. So much so that the first time you went down there, you might as well have been wearing all white when you came up. You do a quick shake to hopefully dislodge any spiders from you.

Filled with vigor and with a new task, you pull a part of your hoodie over your nose and delve back into the basement. Of course, it’s still as dark and dirty as before, but you go in with seemingly clear lungs. Holding your breath and equipped with a phone flashlight, you use a duster to firmly swipe away a few big webs clinging to the low ceiling. You manage to get a few, but the spiders that made them get away, despite your best efforts. You manage to catch a group running away from you, and stomp your way over to them.

You’re too busy looking down that you don’t notice the door in front of you until it knocks you on your ass. After picking yourself up and swearing you’d take thirty showers once you finally got home, you scan your phone over the door.

It looks like cheap wood, and it’s unkempt. Splintered, moldy, and generally broken like most other stuff down here. Still, the doorknob seems to be firmly attached and the door doesn’t seem to have a lock. You turn the knob and pull the door open.

You take a few steps into the room, simply taking in the change of scenery. The entire room seems like it doesn’t fit with the house at all. On the far left, there’s a large bed right out of a princess’ bedroom, complete with drapes and fancy, ornate sheets, though these both seemed old and rather worn. Opposite the bed, on the right, was a vanity, with a large mirror and accessories spilled all over it. Finally, on the bookshelf, there were a few picture frames, similarly ornate to match the room. You slowly make your way to them over the carpeted floor, and lift them out of the dust coating they’ve built around themselves.

It takes a second to remove the dust from the glass, but when you do, it reveals a black and white picture of two people. The first is a burly man with a mustache you can only assume he twirled like a villain. He was smiling so hard, you could barely see his eyes, and hair that sprouted wildly from his head. The other person, however, was much more interesting. It was a little girl, no older than 10, with long flowing hair. She was smiling, though not as big as the man was. Her smile was more refined. Elegant.

“Please spare me the embarrassment of looking at that photo.” Before you could even feel scared, something from above snatched the picture out of your hands. You look up, but you’re not quick enough to see that something’s grabbed you, holding your arms in place as it lifts you off the ground. You can’t even scream, because you’re so terrified.

There’s a flash of light that takes you off guard for a moment, but when you open your eyes, you finally see your assailant.

“Oh…” You can barely offer any words as you see the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen right before you. Her eyes are diamond blue, piercing and cold, and her soft, sapphire hair brushes against your face. Her skin is pale, soft, and currently bare as it presses against your hoodie. Her bosom is soft, but not all that large. “I… uh… woah.”

“Hm… I seem to have that effect on a lot of men,” said the woman with a chuckle. She presses a hand to you and lets go, leaving you to slowly fall back down to the ground. This snaps you back into reality, realizing that if you don’t do anything, gravity will probably break your spine. Luckily, though, Your body slows to a stop before hitting the ground. “Though I haven’t seen a man in a while… I suppose I should consult daddy about that.”

The light that was flickered on lit the room well, but there was still a fairly large shadow cast of the floor. By looking up, you can realize exactly what’s casting it.

Above you is the same woman from before, but behind her is something larger. A web thicker than anything you saw outside, and a large, black, patterned abdomen, and eight long legs. Suddenly, the magic of the girl you saw before you wore of. Slightly. Besides, at least now her breasts could hang freely.

“I hope you’re not bothered terribly by this,” she said, gesturing to herself. Slowly, threads of cloth seemed to pull together a pretty fancy and frilly shirt around herself before slowly threading her way down to the ground.You manage to sit up when she touches down and think about making a run for it, but realize she still has a thread connect to your chest. Pulling against it feels like trying to break bridge suspensions with your bare hands. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a guest, and I wasn’t expecting you. I’ll get myself fixed up quickly.”

“Who… who are you?” She walks over to the vanity and begins picking up the discarded items and using some of them. “I-I’m not really supposed to be here.”

“Hm? Then how did you get into the house? Surely my father led you in.” She applied her makeup quickly and effectively, like she’d done it a thousand times.

“My uncle… he gave me a job,” you explain, wary of the woman’s legs that prattle about every few seconds. “I was supposed to clean out this abandoned house so he could resell it on the market. I didn’t even see anyone else around when cleaning.”

“Abandoned? No, no, you’re mistaken.” She said with a chuckle. “Surely, you must’ve missed him.” She lowers the picture that you picked up earlier, and you remember the connection between the girl in the photo and the spider girl. “Oh my! I still haven’t introduced myself, have I? I’m Rarity.”

“A-Anon…” you say meekly.

“Anon?” She stops applying for a second. “Hm… a peculiar name, if I say so, myself. Though ‘Rarity’ isn’t exactly normal either. Can’t pick your name, I’m afraid.”

“So… um… if you don’t mind me asking...” You point to the picture. “But that’s you, right? In the photo with that man?”

“Ugh… I had hoped you forgot.” She stopped for a moment, then pulled the picture over to her and looked down at it. You couldn’t see her face perfectly, but in the mirror, she looked like she was reminiscing. “Yes, this was me. Before I became what I am today.”

“How did that happen?” you ask. She shrugs, then goes back to doing her makeup, placing the photo down next to her. “You just woke up one day and were a spider?”

“That’s the gist of it, darling.” She stepped away from the vanity, startling you for a second as you got used to her sharp legs poking into the carpet. “But let’s not dwell in the past. Aren’t you here for me now?”

“I, er…” Rarity closed the distance between you two, placing a long leg on either side of you. You’d be scared, if you hadn’t looked at her face as she looked down at yours. If she was amazing before, she was drop dead gorgeous now. You could feel the heat begin to build up in your cheeks as she caressed one with soft fingers. “What do you mean?”

“What do you think?” She said with a chuckle. “There’s only one reason I’d have to invite a man into my chambers.”

The string attached to your chest unlatched, and Rarity moved into you, pressing her soft lips against your own. Distracting you from the webs slowly encircling your body. Out from somewhere near, soft, but firm silk threads wrapped your hands. Similar threads slinked down your body, wrapping your legs in a the same way. She pulled away from you, undoubtedly leaving a big lipstick stain over your lips, then flicked her hand upwards, causing the ropes to straighten your body out.

“Ow…” you mumble. “I thought we were going to… ya know, fuck.” You pull against your restraints. “It’s kind of hard to make love with no hands.”

“Oh, no, darling. I am going to make love to you.” She pressed a finger against your jeans, then ran it down them. Miraculously, the threads unravelled themselves as if they were never sewn. Once she got low enough, your cock stood at the ready poking her in the stomach. She looked down at it and smiled, then back up at you. “If you manage to please me, though, yes. I will let you fuck me.”

Taking that as motivation, your cock jumped a bit, smearing a bit of pre across her shirt. Rarity only smirked, though, instead taking your shaft into her palm, pressing it against your bare stomach, now that she was dethreading your upper body as well. Once you were naked, she ran her small tongue across your upper chest, stopping to slowly flick the tip against your nipples. You could feel your heartbeat speed up to match her warm breaths against you., and your dick harden in her soft, small hands.

“You’ve… huh… you’ve done this before?” She chuckled a bit, then placed a kiss against your cheek.

“More times than I can count, darling.” She pushed her legs inwards, sinking closer to the floor, and bringing your twitching dick right to face level. Without warning, she kisses the tip, dribbling a bit of pre along with her lips as she does so. She takes the head slowly, lapping up any remaining pre quickly, before taking in the rest of the cock in one full stride.

As your head brushed up against the wet, slick inside of her cheek, you felt a chill run down your spine. If you were standing normally, you’d probably fall to your knees. She pulled it out a bit, then shoved it back in, all the while slowly running her tongue across the base. It was only a matter of time before she sped up, adding in the pressing and squeezing of your hanging balls against each other. Despite her speed and finesse, you could only hear small slurps and swallows. Your cum had no problem bubbling up in your balls, and even less problems getting ready to shoot out of you like a bullet at high noon.

“Fuck… oh god,” You bite your lip, then sigh heavily as you feel yourself come the close to orgasm. But instead, you feel a sharp prick near your cock. You’re forced to gasp, and your orgasm is cruelly pulled from you. You look down to see threads wrap around the base of your cock. “I-I… what happened?” Rarity slowly pulled herself back, seemingly enjoying every moment your cock twitched and buzzed, hoping to get some relief after all it’s stimulation. But Rarity popped it out of her mouth, licking her lips and leaning back.

“My oh my, Anon,” she said, pressing a finger to the shaft. “You weren’t hoping to cum in a lady’s mouth without her permission, would you?” She chuckled softly, poking against the hungering beast in her face. “That’s no good. You may be able to cum later. If you behave yourself”

Your orgasm was slowly dying down, but before it could completely escape her, Rarity dove back in, this time, messily enjoying you and your body shaking in pleasure. Your ears became red, and your face blazed even in the cool room. Your heart pounds in your ears, seemingly thumping to the tune of Rarity’s thrusts onto you.

“Hm…” She hummed, pulling off again. “You’re quite the resilient one, aren’t you? Most men have came by now.” She looked up at you, and though she’s denied you pleasure, you still can’t help but feel you’re looking at a queen.

“It’s… uh… one of my specialties…” you pant. “That and… making fried eggs.” Rarity chuckles, then returns to her full height. She’s still gorgeous as she blushes, and places her arms on your shoulders. Then, she leans in and whispers soft words into your ear.

“You’re quite the cute little boy, aren’t you?” She says, stopping your heart for a moment. She chuckles, then continues. “Would you like to see something special?” She pulls away from you, seeking an answer on your face. You close your eyes, then nod slowly. When you open your eyes, it’s her turn to be embarrassed. She presses a finger against her own shirt, revealing once again, those perky breasts from before. They’re small, but look like they’ve got a bit of kick to them.

Still, she’s not done. Near her stomach, there’s a part of her spider self. A black cone shaped part. She slowly pulls that down (blushing pretty heavily as she does so) so it faces the floor, and reveals something new.

You can see her actual legs now, and exactly where they merge and form her spider parts. Most importantly, though, is that there’s a rounded, smooth mound exactly where you’d expect it to be. You can’t help but stare at it. It’s kinda pretty.

“My dad has sent me many guys in a pursuit of a suitable suitor for me…” she said, brushing hair out of her face. “Only three or so have actually seen me like this…” She places her hand over her pussy, as if she’s just remembering it’s supposed to be covered. “And no one is allowed inside. I forbid it.”

The grips around your hands loosen and fade, leaving you to nearly fall over. She catches you, pressing her nipples against your own. This close, it’s impossible to keep your hard cock from brushing against her thighs. She doesn’t seem to mind all that much.

You place your hands on her bare sides and, though it’s cold, feel a tinge of warmth coming from her. You position yourself accordingly, your orgasm bubbling up again with just the first slide through. You can’t pump too far, else you’ll tap against her hard abdomen. But that barely stops you. She squeezes her thighs together as you slowly get into a rhythm. Your balls tab against the back of your own thighs as you finally have control over yourself again.

It’s not long before you feel the urge to cum again, but of course, the restrictions keep you contained. Though, when she notices this, Rarity chuckles in your ear again. Her hands slink around your back, landing firmly on your asshole. She first prods it with her one finger, but she’s soon trying two. Before long, her two longest fingers are inside.

“Hm… let’s see how resilient you really are.” She uses her free hand to touch your cheek passionately. “If you make me cum first, you can go inside. How does that sound?” You slow down for a moment, then quickly steal away a kiss, like she did before all this started.

“I only cum when my mistress commands it.” Rarity smirks at you, and you you continue thrusting against her. Her thighs are nice and soft, and since she’d gave you an extensive blowjob, each thrust was met with a satisfying squelch and slap. Soon, you realize that something warm is dripping on your dick. You look at Rarity, and find her panting, red-faced, and with her eyes closed. You feel a great push from within, telling you that you were so close to making her cum.

And just as you think you’re close to cracking her open, you feel a great press from behind. She hit your G-spot. Furthermore, you could feel the silk around your balls and base loosen to nothing. You try to recover, but as soon as you tap her abdomen, like a cum button, you see creamy white dribbling from below you. You can only keep it in for a few seconds before your cum shoots deep within her thighs. You groan, watching as your loads for this week and the next are plastered all over Rarity’s thighs and dribbled down her spider legs.

“O-Oh my…” Your strength fades, and you fall completely forward onto Rarity. She herself falls back, causing your feet to finally touch the ground again. When Rarity spreads her legs again, strings of white goo make bridges between them. She runs her finger through one and feeds it to herself, humming in satisfaction afterwards. “Looks like I won this time, Anon.”

But you were already barely awake. Such a rush of dopamine had crashed you. Your eyes were carrying the weight of the world, and your body might as well be a stone in a pond. Still, though, even though you didn’t respond, Rarity knew exactly what's happened. It had happened to her dozens of times before, of course.

But something told her that this one would be the one worth keeping.

You were sure this was one of the top ten most uncomfortable ways you’ve ever woken up. Your body felt like a crumpled piece of paper, and a dull, thumping headache carried throughout your body.

Still, you get up, and look around. The room from last night looked undistributed, with a distinct lack of much dust or dirk, much less spider webs. Before you can even properly get up, you hear a knocking on the door. Without waiting for an answer, the familiar face of your uncle. peeks in from the door frame.

“Ah, there you are,” he said, pushing the door open fully. “Your mom got really worried when you didn’t come back home last night, so I thought you might have still been cleaning over here.”

“Oh… yeah.” You’re not sure if you want to tell your uncle that you had wild sex with a spider, and you’re even less sure he would believe you. So you just keep shut. “I didn’t get really far down here, though.”

“Whaddya mean?” he says. “I didn’t expect you to go crazy with it, but the place is pretty clean.” You wonder if your uncle has gone noseblind, and also regular blind, because it should still be a shitshow outside of the door.

Yet, when you take a step out, the floor is miraculously scrubbed clean. Even the stench of mold is gone, replaced with a normal stench of wet concrete instead. And you can finally breathe well. You don’t understand it fully, but apparently your job here is done.

You two make your way upstairs, finding it just as you left it. Which is a least a bit of comfort.

“Oh yeah, that room you were sleeping in?” Your uncle points a fat thumb behind him and down the stairs. “There’s actually a story about that room. A scary one they used to tell kids around here.”

“It wouldn’t have anything to do with spiders, would it?” Your uncle looks surprised.

“Oh, so you know about it already?” You shake your head. “Well, anyway, there’s this duke who builds his house for his daughter and himself, right? And every day, the Duke comes home with a different guy to try to marry his daughter, but when he stays the night, he’s not there the next morning. Turns out, his daughter’s a huge black widow spider, and she eats them while they’re sleeping!”

“Only if they don’t impress.” The familiar voice brushes against your neck, sending a tickling down your back. You whip around only to find the most beautiful girl you’ve ever laid eyes on standing before you. She’s dressed elegantly, with a familiar frilly shirt and… a pleated skirt with black leggings, and small black shoes. She laughs at your look of bewilderment. “At least, that’s how it goes in the adult telling of the story.”

“Who’s this?” asks your uncle, wary of the woman who appeared in the apparently abandoned house. Before you can answer, she does a slight curtsey.

“My name is Rarity, darling,” she says, crossing her arms over her stomach. “Formal owner of this property.”

“B-But this place was confirmed to be abandoned… I have the deed to sell and everything.” Your uncle reaches for it, but Rarity waves him off.

“Oh no, no, they must be mistaken.” She says with a dismissive chuckle. “I’ve been away for quite some time, you see. I am still very much the owner.” Your uncle frowns, but doesn’t contest it any further. “Though, your nephew was very helpful in getting the place looking better than it has in years. I’ll be sure to reward him, if you don’t mind.”

“Oh… no, sure, go ahead,” he said, dismissing her with a wave. “Saves me the trouble of doing it myself.”

“T-Tell mom and dad I’ll be around the house later…” You say to your uncle. “I guess I have… um… something in mind for what I want to do with my… reward.”

“Alright, I suppose.” He gave you a wave and was off on his way in a few moments time. You hear his car starting and driving away before Rarity chuckles.

“Such a nice man,” she says. “I expected that to be a lot harder than it was.”

“He’s… not very confrontational,” you explain. “So… um… are you not a spider anymore?”

“Oh my,” she says, lifting her skirt slightly. “You want to know what’s underneath my skirt? Such a naughty boy, Anon.”

“Um… I mean, I guess that’s a way of interpreting what I asked,” you say, with a chuckle. She reaches forward and gives you a peck on the cheek. Then cups your face with her hands.

“It’s the best way, too,” she said, slinking her fingers off of your face and slowly stepping back into the darkness of the basement. “Well? Aren’t you coming to get your reward.” You turn to the outdoors for a second, then look down into the basement.

“Yes, ma’am.”