AnonXMoondancerXSpider

>"Please, you have to help me."
>You move your hand over her back, pulling her into you
>And gently strokee her dry and ragged mane
>"W-what are you doing?"
"You have to help me after I help you, okay?"
>She looks aside, moving in your grasp, trying to squirm her way out
>But you hold her tight, and keep your gaze on her
>She finally relents, and casts her eyes aside
>"Okay..."
>That completely resigned look gives you confidence she's really argreeing
>You release her, and start walking towards the bed
>And beckon her to follow you
>The two of you reach the bed, and there you see a tiny little spider
>About the size of your thumb
>Usually they grow bigger around these parts, but not today it would seem
>You walk up to the spider, leaning down, and it turns towards you
>Its multitude of eyes look into yours, and its mandibles twitch just a little
>You give it a smile
"Hey there."
>You almost expect a "sup, bro?"
>But there's no reply
>"Just kill it, anon!"
"Woah, what? C'mere, Moon."
>She trots over to you, slowly and carefully
>And you bring your hand around her head
>And pull her into your side
>She's struggling against you, pushing hooves against you
>"Let go!"
"You have to learn that spiders are okay."
>She struggles for a few moments
>And then you start unzipping and unbuckling with your other hand
>She stops now, and looks at you with wide eyes, a little blush on her face
>"W-wha-"
"Shh, and watch, little pony."
>Your cock is soon out
>Moondancer's face is several inches from it, so she sees it all
>You lean over
>Stretch out your hands
>And into it leaps the spider
>The sensation is tingly as the spider crawls all over your hand
>You see it scrambling all its legs around, going around to the back of your palm
>So you turn it over
>And bring it closer down
>Moondancer starts screaming
>But you hold her tight
>Your cock twitches, your hand gets near, and the spider makes its way onto the tip

>The brushing of chitin legs against your cock head sends tingles of pleasure through your body
>Moondancer's loud screams and her body pressed against yours sends your cock bobbing up and down
>The spider crawls around, running its legs around the underside of your tip, reaching that sensitive spot
>And then it crawls down your shaft, and you feel ticklis as the legs dance against your veins
>You're surprised the spider has held on for so long
>And then it crawls back to the top of your length
>You see it turn towards you, look up, see its mandibles closing and opening
>The two of you hold a gaze, and you try to ignore Moondancer screaming and struggling for a moment
>It breaks the gaze, and leans it down
>You prepare yourself as you feel the mandibles against the top of your dick
"Do you see, Moondancer?"
>You grunt, squeezing Moondancer against you, as you feel a slight sting on your cock
"I-it's just a spider."
>Moondancer still hasn't stopped screaming
>You feel the venom of the spider seep into your cock
>Paralyzing it
>Keeping it stiff
>Just how you liked it
"I took care of the spider, Moony."
>Her screams turn to sobs as she digs into your side
>The spider continues to inject your hard member with more of the venom
"Get on the bed, Moon."
>She doesn't listen, so you give her a shove
>It launches her from your body onto the bed and you swiftly move behind her
>Both hands fly towards her flank, gripping her hard
>She tries to pull away
>You see her hooves scrambling
>But you give her a loud slap
>She yelps
>The spider has finished its bite and moved to the tip again
>You don't even feel your cock anymore
>But that's okay
>You're here to teach Moondancer not to fear spiders
>You see it crawling around your head again
>As you spread her cheeks, examining her dry marehood
"This is for your own good, Moony."

>"S-stop! I don't-"
>You give her a fierce slap on her ass
>And leave a bright red hand mark
>She whimpers, her legs trying to clench together
>But it's futile
>You bring your paralyzed dick up to her
>And you see the spider start moving forward, towards the faint traces of moisture
>It moves its head towards her lips
>And you hear Moondancer scream again
>But without further ado
>You thrust yourself into her
>Sending her body writhing as the spider gets pushed into her folds
>Her legs are flailing, and she's squirming around
>And then you start thrusting
>There's a lot of resistance
>And you don't feel the squeezing as much
>But you know that the spider is enjoying it
>You make sure each thrust hilts you, so the spider is kept inside of the dirty pony
>And keep going
>Her body stops struggling
>And it doesn't look like she's squeezing you as much anymore
>You glance up at her
>And shake your head
>She's fallen asleep
>You pull out, and see a little bump on your dick where the spider had bitten
>But the spider's gone, buried inside her, no doubt biting her innards
>You take a cup from her nightstand
>And walk to the bathroom, your cock swaying in the air
>You fill it with cold water and as you return you feel a slight feeling returning to yourself
>The bump itches, and you run a hand over it to feel around it
>There's definitely some sensations
>You reach Moondancer, legs spread, spider still inside
>Well, if she's asleep, might as well get a load in her before waking her
>You did need payment for your services
>You set the glass down on the counter
>And bring your tip brushing against her inactive slit
>It's warm, you feel it now
>And you start pushing in
>The slight squeezing around your cock, the gentle throb of her heart beating, the tickling of arachnid legs on your tip
>You can't help but moan out in pleasure
>You finally hilt, and feel the legs of the spider sturggling, flailing
>It probably didn't like being squished

>You finally start thrusting in earnest, making sure not to squish the spider inside with each pump
>Her insides lightly squeeze against you, and her legs bob with your motion
>Her unconscious body moves easily with yours and there's no resistance at all
>You run a hand over her reddened backside
>And give it another slap, sending it jiggling
>No reaction
>You lean over, keeping your rhythm, and grip her hooves, pulling it to her side
>More indicators of her unconscious state
>Her arms wiggle on the bed as you piston into her
>Like two big noodles
>You feel the spider gripping onto the tip of your cock
>Pushing into your urethra
>Trying to get out
>You feel the leg tickle inside of you
>It's too much
>You bury yourself deep into her sleeping form
>And release yourself
>Your torrent of cum jettisons the spider out of the exit
>You feel the faint squishing, but you're not sure if it's the cum or the spider
>Your hips instinctively thrust into her, riding out your orgasm, packing sperm and spider inside
>And then you lean over her, panting, hard
>Resting just for a moment while you bask in the afterglow
>Feeling the soft breathing rise and fall against you
>The itchy sweater tickling at your skin
>You hold her there for a moment, before getting up and pulling out
>Only time will tell if the spider is still alive inside her
>You take the glass of water and splash it on her
>She wakes up, panting
>No idea why the water woke her up but the rape didn't
>She turns around to you, rolling on her back
>And looks at her spread legs, cum leaking out
>"Oh. I see you got rid of the spider."
>Her moves to her crotch, trying to squeeze the cum out
"Do you remember what happened?"
>She shrugs
"It's inside you."
>She looks up, eyes wide, pupils shrunken
>"W-what?"
>A leg seeps out with the cum
>Spider probably is dead
>She starts screaming, batting at herself
"It's not so bad, Moony."

>Her hooves flail as she tries to get it all out of her
>You step up to her
>And bring a gentle hand against her hoof
"Stop it, Moon."
>She's panting, hyperventilating
"Moon, look at me."
>Both hands move to her cheeks, and you gaze into her wide panicked eyes
"Stop it."
>"Get away from me!"
"If you don't stop, you'll never stop being afraid of spiders."
>Tears well up in her eyes, and she tries to struggle away
>You move forward, gettting on top of her, pinning her down with your weight
>Her hoof has limited movement, and you look down at her
>She's a sobbing mess again
"Do you want to stop being afraid of spiders?"
>You slap her face, sending her glasses falling to the side
>"Y-yes."
"Then stop."
>You feel her hoof stop struggling
>Good
>You lean down
>Wrapping your hands around her
>Into a hug
"I'm proud of you, Moondancer."
>She stiffles a sob
>"T-thanks."
>She smells putrid, but you stomach it as your hold her tight
>Just taking in her warmth and quivering body
>It feels nice
>You did a good thing today, helping your friend out
>Sleep soon takes you, as you keep holding the traumatized pony