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>today was the day
>the day you'd finally confess to that cute boy who you've been watching all this time
>he's so shy and nervous
>but most importantly, single
>and terrified of spiders
>this actually is a problem because you're an arachne
>but there's nothing to worry about, because the power of love will allow you to conquer his fear and make him yours
>you stare at him all day with hearts in your eyes, longing for him to accept your love and hold you in a tight embrace
>you check your reflection a nearby window. On second thoughts those heart contacts look tacky, best remove them.
>ah, its finally time.
>he's about to pass by on the way home from school, you'd better make a good entrance to make your confession as memorable as possible
>you climb that tree he always passes and wait patiently for the moment you've been waiting for all day
>your heart is racing and your mouth is dry. What if he refuses? What if that ELF BITCH got to him first?
>no! He will accept you! Anything is possible if you believe!
>except for the new Star Wars movie not sucking.
>come on now, we all know its gonna blow
>fucking George Lucas
>shit, you lost your train of thought
>oh yeah, here he comes!
>you take a deep breath and rapidly descend into his path
>you dangle before him with your legs splayed out wide
>partially to prevent him walking around you
>but mostly to show just how much of you there is to love
>"I love you! Please give me the honour of becoming your devoted wife, my life is meaningless without you!"
>is what you wanted to say
>but you were nervous
>so it came out as "BLERGARRRRHHHRGH!"
>for some strange reason your arachnophobic love interest doesn't take well to a giant spider falling on his head and sounding like it was demanding blood
>he screams, terrified of you, and sprints back the way he came.
>you can feel your own heart breaking harder with every rapid footstep that carries him further from you

>why?
>you only wanted to tie him to a wall somewhere and make him your adoring personal little manslut
>was he gay or something?
>if he was, all the more reason to cure him
>its not bigoted, the demon lord herself said it was ok
>it doesn't matter if she was drunk at the time, she's the boss of all monsters, whatever she says goes
>anyway, you needed a new plan to make your beloved want you
>so fuck it, you're breaking into his house tonight and raping the shit out of him
>exposure therapy, the cure all to everything!
>later that night you storm into his house
>puny human locks can't seperate you from each other!
>you watch from the darkness as he begins to panic. He knows something is in the house with him
>you scuttle around the walls and ceiling. Walking on the walls and ceiling make you feel like a fucking superhero and shit
>you can't help yourself, and giggle as he gasps in fright when he catches a slight glimpse of you
>fuck, scared humans are adorable
>you just want to hold them tight and RAPE AND RAPE AND RAPE AND-
>uh, cuddle. Yeah, cuddle the fear away
>anyway, time to get a husband!
>you drop down in front of him with a huge smile on your face
>he might not die of fear if you look friendly enough
>too bad you're baring your fangs by doing this, and they're dripping with venom right now
>you can't help salivating, he's right there and ready for the taking
>and venom is such a negative word for it
>its actually a mixture of aphrodisiacs and relaxants, designed to make your prey horny and comfortable with being jumped by a giant arachnid.
>generally you'd think using it was for casuals, but this guy is a special case and it seems you'll need all the help you can get

>He begins to practically convulse in terror
>or its some kind of human mating dance. Shit, you really should have read up on this beforehand
>just in case he is actually still scared, you slowly creep towards him, licking your lips and uncontrollably giggling due to his cuteness
>he grabs a nearby lamp and begins swinging it around as a makeshift weapon
>ah, so it was terror
>see, you already know him so well, you'll make a great couple
>ah, it'll hurt if he hits you with the lamp. Best to swipe that out of his hands and pin him to the wall
>there, now he can't hurt himself by struggling
>the begins to scream like his life depended on it as your pedipalps hold him in place
>"Shh... it's ok. I'm not gonna hurt you"
>you run a chitinous hand across his cheek, wiping the tears away, before sinking your fangs into his neck
>you smile as his body goes limp, a dopey smile spreads on his face and a huge bulge grows in his pants
>finally, you have an adorable husband to call your own!
>you slip down to his jeans and rip them off in a lust fueled excitement
>and prepare to - wait, WHAT THE FUCK?
>you glare up at your now enthralled prey, disgusted
>"to think I had feelings for you!" you hiss, your voice filling with a venom to surpass even your fangs
>feeling nothing but revulsion, you toss him aside and stomp out of the house
>your former love interest is left in an intoxicated haze, sitting confused and looking down at the offending article
>a bright red pair of underpants with a single word in yellow printed on the front
>"BAZINGA"
>you storm back to your house, disgusted that you could have had a husbando with such SHIT TASTE
>try not to cry
>cry a lot
>you're gonna be so lonely again
>but at least you have fucking standards