Fetish-shy, Arachnophilia

> wake up in the morning
> it's that kind of morning where I do everything with my eyes closed because I'm so damn tired
> walk into spider web
> go into an arachnoleptic fit to swat away the web
> catch hold of more webs
> could have sworn I cleaned in here recently
> ugghh.....fine, I'll open my eyes
> open eyes
> webs everywhere
> mission impossible my way through the webs to find master web in living room
> on the master web sits a spider
> not just any ordinary spider
> spider-shy
> doing whatever a spidershy does
> she's big for a spider
> makes me wonder: Can she swing from a web?
> my question is answered as she approaches
> no she can't, she's a pony
> she lunges at me with four of her eight legs outstretched to grasp me
> I tumble out of the way, and get caught in a web
> squirm and struggle to get free
> the spiderpony cometh
> she stares at me hungrily
> I'm legitimately scared for my life
> "So anon, what do you think?"
I don't approve
> "Don't you like it? Don't you have a spider fetish?"
No, I don't, I mostly tend to avoid spiders
> "oh......well I'm not gonna let this opportunity go to waste"
> I throw all my weight to one side
> the web tears and I scramble away
> Spidershy falls over as I make a mad dash for the door
> I flee from my house
> I run into town
> I shout for all to hear
look out! she is a Spidershy!
> I hide out with twilight for the night
> return home, webs are gone
> I now think all spiders are sexual deviants
> I imagine that the have their way with the flies they catch before they kill them
> what else can fluttershy defile with her fetishes?