All Eyes On Me

Fluttershy felt the momentum of the drider come to a halt, and from the sudden cold of no longer being hugged against a large body, guessed she had been set down. But there was no feeling of solid ground, making her wonder exactly where she had arrived.

The answer came as her blindfold was removed, revealing a citadel of webbing in all directions. Fluttershy’s cocoon was stuck to the sloped edge of a large radial web in the crook of an enormous tree. Between the boughs were channels of finely woven webbing, forming bridges and paths to the outer branches of the tree, which Fluttershy could see had been formed into rooms of a sort, such as storage, a lookout, a denser area that appeared to be a bedroom or nest, and so on. Above her were more loops of webbing bound tightly around the canopy to let the drider move across the ceiling of her home as easily as the floor. It was built with a great deal of intelligence, and yet as Fluttershy looked more carefully, she could see random objects tangled up in bits of web, seemingly deliberately left there. There were bits of clothing, a flask, a soft toy, also bird feathers, a horn or some antler, and other such ‘lost property’ that her host seemed to have collected. Fluttershy glanced upwards, and saw the drider suspended on several crossing ropes of silk directly above her.

“Hello,” she said, staring keenly down.

Fluttershy squeaked through the webbing wrapped around her muzzle in surprise. The drider extended a forehoof and deftly cleared the rest of her face and mouth.

“Umm, hello there miss… s-s-spi-”

“My name is Aranea. You were taking food from my home, but that is okay - I am happy to share it with you,” said the drider in her eerily calm voice. Fluttershy was having a hard time reading her. There were flickers of bestial behaviour that she had a natural understanding for, but it was mixed with the mannerisms of a pony in some convoluted manner that left little distinction between sincerity and sarcasm.

“Oh, I’m sorry! And thank you, Aranea. I’m… Fluttershy…”

“Let me get your bag for you,” continued Aranea, stepping over Fluttershy without so much as stretching her many legs. “We can have some right now.” The drider deftly opened Fluttershy’s saddlebags, before returning to her strange crouch over the top of the bound pegasus. She ate one of the green fruits herself, before putting another up to Fluttershy’s mouth, who awkwardly ate it in one mouthful, being unable to hold it herself.

“It is nice to have company,” said Aranea, “I have been thinking about meeting new friends lately, it gets lonely up here. The local wildlife does not come by anymore.”

“Umm… well, maybe if they got to know you better, they might want to be friends too?” replied Fluttershy, swallowing her mouthful, “Lots of animals are a bit frightened of big uh… ponies like yourself. But looks can be deceiving after all!”

“I find it is less a matter of looks, and more a matter of judgement. I am as powerful as I look, after all. But it is nice to talk, and socialise. You are kind to indulge my company.”

This statement caught Fluttershy off-guard. Aranea had seemed so disconnected that Fluttershy wasn’t entirely sure if she was a pony in a spider’s body, or a spider in a pony’s body as it were. She had been leaning toward the latter, until this rather self-aware comment made her wonder if she was mis-judging the drider. She opened her mouth as another fruit was pushed into her, and chewed thoughtfully.

“I have not seen another of my kind in many years,” continued Aranea, “Sometimes I wonder if I am the last one that has not been destroyed by ponies or other creatures that live outside the forest. I have attempted to befriend a pony before, but they did not enjoy my company.”

“Maybe they were frightened. Perhaps you would have more luck if you umm… didn’t tie them up?” suggested Fluttershy, looking down pointedly at her cocooned body. She wouldn’t have run away from Aranea even if she could, not simply because she couldn’t possibly outrun such a creature, but because the drider seemed to be fairly peaceable, if not a little eccentric toward meeting others. “For example, if you released me from your web, I could make us tea to share.”

“But then you would be in danger… My web keeps everyone safe.”

Fluttershy’s gauge of Aranea swung back toward the wild side. Whatever her true level of intelligence, living as a spider seemed to take precedence over social etiquette. Fluttershy felt compelled to forge a friendship here, she was sure that a little understanding would go a long way - but that would require Aranea to let her go first.

“Well… you see… being tied up like this tends to make ponies anxious,” she said delicately, “And I know that you want to keep me safe, but sometimes you have to take risks to earn another creature’s trust…”

Aranea stared down at her with several unreadable eyes, tilting her head slightly. “I see. I cannot risk letting you go, but I understand why you are afraid. I can help with that. I will make you more comfortable, so you will not be anxious around me.”

Fluttershy wasn’t sure if this was progress or not, but before she could decide what her next words would be, Aranea leaned down close, tilting the bundle of pony to one side with her slender forelegs. For a moment, Fluttershy thought she was about to slice the cocoon open, but even as she sighed in relief, she felt her head tilted and a pair of needles pierce through the webbing and into her neck. All of her muscles tensed up in shock, but it was just a nip. Was that Aranea’s idea of a kiss?

As she relaxed again, she felt a tingle spread from the bite through her blood. She slowly exhaled as her anxiety for this predicament evaporated. The tight wrap of her cocoon was soothing, and having a huge spider-pony hybrid crouching over her suddenly seemed no different from her other larger friends. Now that she thought about it, something stirred deep in her mind, some kind of primal thrill at being in the care of a bigger creature more than capable of preying on her. She was reminded of being near bears or dragons, when her brain shouted caution, but her heart sang indulgence. Something in Aranea’s venom was muffling her brain, leaving only her deepest desires.

“There we are,” whispered Aranea, “Now I will give you more fruit. Then I will find you even more enjoyable. Our time together is only just beginning.” She pushed another fruit into Fluttershy’s mouth, who automatically began to chew without thinking, her eyes dreamy and uncaring. Then the drider opened up a hole lower down in Fluttershy’s cocoon, expertly parting the weave of the webbing to reveal the pony’s pussy, and slowly inserted another fruit between the delicate folds. Fluttershy moaned in response, munching on the soft flesh of the fruit while more of it began to fill her from below. Such contact should have made her freeze up with embarrassment, but it was thrilling and intimate. She could play the part of the fly, and pretend to be Aranea’s prey. And Aranea could play with her food, keep it secure and happy to feed on later.

“Ah… Aranea?” murmured Fluttershy, swallowing her mouthful, “This does feel nice… I like feeling trapped by you. It should be scary, for some reason I don’t feel afraid anymore, but you bit me… and… does that mean you want to eat me?”

Her tone was monotonous as her brain tried to rationalise what was happening. She entirely forgotten any ideas of leaving, and began to truly enjoy the feeling of being trussed up by the drider, and fed more sweet tasting green fruits. The embrace of the web binding her together was akin to being wrapped up a warm duvet on a winter’s night, yet as cool as a swim in the river on a summer’s day. She knew somewhere deep in her fuddled brain what was happening, but the venom was somehow blocking her common sense, preventing her from realising the danger of the situation. The filling sensation of more green lumps being inserted into her vaginal canal was somehow comforting, like she would take on the properties of the fruit herself. She was food, caught and trapped without even putting up a fight, just common prey that had blundered into the trap of a beautiful predator.

“This is why you were in danger, little Fluttershy. You are prey, but ponies have convinced themselves otherwise. You were caught the moment you left the path, and only now does the idea of being devoured occur to you. Do you know how spiders feed, Fluttershy?”

“They soften their prey up with enzymes first, and suck them up…” recited Fluttershy, closing her eyes dreamily. Her body felt limp, but supported. She could remain in this position indefinitely and feel no discomfort, and was beginning to wonder if being prey was more than just a thrill, but actually a pleasant experience. “Is that what you’re going to do to me? Am I going to be eaten?”

“Yes, Fluttershy. You are prey, and I am a predator. But I will renew you. Like my webs, I will make you a stronger body, and then you will be a predator.”

Aranea closed her jaws around Fluttershy’s neck once more, and this time she suckled, letting a mix of her venom and saliva enter in larger quantity and sealing her fate. While waiting for the cocktail to start working on the pony’s body, Aranea opened another hole in the cocoon a little lower than where she was stuffing fruit into the Fluttershy’s vagina, and found that her tighter opening would now accept the fruits. The pony squeaked a little with each insertion, but it was a noise of pleasure or satisfaction, rather than distress. This pony was much more accommodating than the previous one she had caught. Her last prey was quite noisy, and Aranea ended up consuming them quickly and without trace, but this yellow pegasus was kind and soft-spoken. She was perfect for what Aranea wanted. First she would ensure the pony was comfortable and full of flavour. Her venom would have flooded the pony’s entire body now, and the fruit would mix into her flesh to make a delicious soup. Aranea closed her jaws over the wound in Fluttershy’s neck again, and tasted the gooey liquid there. Being able to share the feast with her prey was intimate in a unique way; unlike swallowing which closed the prey away inside, this was an embrace, a kiss, that lasted for the duration.

Fluttershy breathed slowly, but heavily, her airways constricted by too much food stuffed into her, and her failing muscles starting to collapse. She felt the warm breath of Aranea at her neck again, followed by a sucking sensation, and she felt the drider began to drink her liquified flesh up, squeezing her body like a juice box. Her senses were still functional, and the stream of her gooey body sent back signals of a warm wet throat as they were pulled away. She couldn’t feel her limbs anymore as distinct appendages, but rather a mass of her body held together by the tight webbing wrapped around her. It was oddly intimate, being so close to a kiss, yet she was giving her entire self to Aranea. Or rather, the drider was draining it out of her. But somehow it felt nice, cosy, slowly being pulled into the big powerful body that crouched over her broken and melting pegasus body. Her ears heard nothing but blood rush, and her vision was fuzzy, but her tastebuds worked, bringing up the sweet flavour of the fruits she was stuffed with, mixed with a slightly salty tang of her own body. It was a nice taste, she thought. It was fascinating and delightful to experience what it was like to be the fly in the web. She was glad that she tasted good, she would be a fulfilling meal to this rare creature.

The process went on for what to Fluttershy seemed like forever, her broken body collapsing in on itself as the cocoon became loose and deflated, and more of her sense of self resided in the stream of liquid pony travelling down Aranea’s throat than the puddle in the webbing. Finally, the drider crumpled up the pony’s remains in the cocoon and stuffed the rest of it into her maw, chewing through the silk to recover the material she had used to spin it. As delicious as the pony had been, Aranea did not plan to add Fluttershy to her own body indefinitely. However, for the present, a bulge of soft pony goop stuck out of her neck and chest, her esophagus being much too large for her pony torso, pulsing as muscles kneaded the food down into her spider body. She licked her lips and stretched her many legs out one by one. Then she picked up the empty saddlebags, the only sign left of Fluttershy having been in the forest at all, and hung them up on the webbed wall of her abode along with the other decorations of her past visitors.