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As you step into the darkness, you hesitate, breathing in the musty air and listening. The deep silence in the room betrays its size, and the lack of dust in evidence makes you wonder what lurks within, stirring the warm air as it moves within the shadows. The uncertainty is what gives you pause, having no way of knowing what you might be getting yourself into. However, there is no other way forward. Gripping your knife, you leave the red light of Hotland behind, and walk inside.

Blind at first, you can only feel the cobwebs, tickling against your face as you continue further. Thick strands, larger than any spider's web above the ground, tangle your feet, and you start to avoid the patches where they lay as your eyes adjust enough to see them.

Maneuvering past the third of these traps, you hear a sound from above, where it is still too dimly lit for you to see. A strange giggling, echoing off the distant walls, high pitched and utterly delighted. "Ahuhuhuhu..."

Lifting your knife slightly, you advance more cautiously. The voice returns, coming from some distance away, but without clear direction. "Did you hear what they said?" it asks, teasing. You recognize it as female, and relax a little. Female monsters had given you little trouble, so far...

"They said a human wearing a blood-stained shirt will come through," she continues excitedly, her voice growing louder, closer as she talks. You step around another massive spiderweb, and start to realize exactly what sort of creature you must be hearing.

Her next words come in a breathy purr from the darkness just below the walkway, all but confirming your suspicions. "I heard they hate spiders..." You look down at the noise, and see that the path ahead is covered entirely with tremendous, carefully crafted webs. Slowly, you step through them, looking around for your unseen companion while trying not to break any.

"I heard that they love to STOMP on them~"

The way she moans the words sends a tingle of anticipation up your spine, and you brush past another sheet of webbing, glimpsing or perhaps imagining a shape moving in the darkness before you, half-hidden by hanging strands. Your heart is pounding again, your determination to kill this monster growing by the second, fueled by your lust and adrenaline.

Surely aware of this, she continues to drive you crazy, filling your head with dark ideas. "I heard..." You can hear the loud panting of her breath, as if she can barely contain her arousal. It's a bit overdone, and you know it's for your benefit... but it still makes you hard. "I heard that they like to tear their legs off!" She finishes the sentence in a rush, and you feel the strand of web currently in your hand twitch and vibrate, as if moved by her own needful trembling.

Finding yourself with an impassable patch of web blocking your path, you lower your knife, deciding not to cut your way out. Not yet. Turning around, you find the way you'd come covered with fresh webbing, strands all around you twitching with the movement of the monster. You wait then for her to come, knowing it will not be long.

Even as you think this, you feel six pairs of hands stroke your shoulders, and a warm, small body press up against your back. Sharp fangs nip your ear as Muffet whispers, "I heard... that they're awfully big..." She moves her body slowly against yours, climbing around your torso easily. "And awfully strong..." Three different hands squeeze your muscles, touching your bicep, shoulder, and chest.

Unable to be surprised by such advances anymore, you respond to her touches without hesitation. In the darkness, you can see most of her face, slender and five-eyed, thin, soft lips with two fangs poking out. The rest of her you touch, exploring her body, finding things familiar and new. The structure of her back, with its six shoulders, fascinates your fingers for a time, and she arches her spine while giggling in pleasure. "Ahuhuhu..."

Another hand - you've lost track of where each is at this point - strokes down your chest, slipping into your pants with practiced ease. Her tiny fingers wrap around your shaft, trailing up and down over and over as she rubs it lovingly. Still clinging to you, she moves her hips lower, another hand undoing your zipper even as you feel the sweet heat of her slit coming to rest against your glans. In the dark, you cannot see, but between her size and how little of you slides into her you can tell she must be very, very tight. "You think your cock is too big for my pussy, don't you, deary?" she asks, nipping at your mouth with her fangs. Ignoring the remark, you kiss her, and for moment all of her hands clutch you tight while she submits to your needs.

She laughs again when you finally break away, her thighs slick where they wrap around your shaft, which is nearly as thick as they are. "Ahuhuhu... I disagree with that notion." Lifting herself slightly, you feel a disproportionate strength in all six of her slender arms as she tenses them, smiling at you. "I think your cock... is exactly what my body needs!"

With that, she shoves herself down sharply, and screams as your cock splits her apart. Her blood and juices mix, purple and clear, as she cums almost instantly from the sharp sensation. Dripping, clenching warmth surrounds your shaft, and you grip her doll-like body in your hands, knowing that she's yours to use.

At once, you turn and press her against the net of webs, your hands encircling her waist as all her hands grip you for dear life. You can feel her entire abdomen bulge as you displace her insides with every thrust, almost punching through completely. Her head presses back into the webs, gasps and cries of pain and pleasure spilling out of her throat, tinged with her happy giggles. You can feel her heart through her flesh, pulsing rapidly, as if it senses how little time it has left to beat.

Interrupting your use of her body as an onahole, Muffet stirs, her hands crawling up your forearms like miniature versions of herself. "Why so gentle? You should be proud..." Her pussy clenches in a wave along your length, her control of the muscles feeling amazing despite the heavy tearing. "Proud that you're going to make me into a beautiful corpse~ Ahuhuhu~" She giggles, trailing off in a mouthful of blood that spills out across her chest. The purple soaks her shirt, making her barely visible breasts stand out, the nipples puffy and hard against the fabric.

Remembering her teasing earlier, you slow your pace, settling into a leisurely pumping that doesn't require you to hold the little spider nearly as tightly. Your newly freed hands lift to her own three pairs, touching the clever little fingers, feeling how they shake with weakness and excitement. You grip her middle wrists, and she looks at you, lips parting slightly as she clenches around your cock in anticipation.

Pulling both with a sharp tug, you rip the fragile arms from their sockets, sending Muffet into spasms. Tears pour down her cheeks, and her remaining hands flail and grab you in random places, using any purchase they can find to drive her body up and down faster and faster along your throbbing shaft. By now, you feel very close, ready to end your little toy and leave to find the next one. She would die soon in any case, but you intended to snuff her with all the viciousness she'd earned.

Feeling your knife point against her chest, and your cock swelling and stretching her further, Muffet weakly protests. "Cum for me first... Let me feel you pour it deep inside..."

At that moment, the web tears against the strain of your weight and jostling, and you fall together to the floor. The knife spins away into the shadows, and you press the spider girl into the cold floor. Barely noticing, you plunge yourself deeply inside her, groaning as you unload. Your determination burns hot as rope after rope of seed fills Muffet's broken pussy, leaking out onto her bruised and trembling thighs, coating her small butt. She sighs happily, looking up at you as purple blood pools around her. "Thank you, dearie." She shudders, and laughs one last time. "Ahuhu... I bet you don't know anything about spider reproduction... Oh well." Her five eyes blink slowly, seductively. "It's been fun, human. Now..."

She wriggles, biting her lip and watching as you stand up, her fangs poking into her soft, bloody skin. "Squish me..." she breathes, shivering as your foot presses into her heaving chest. Your sole covers her torso almost completely, and she hugs it with the last of her strength, placing it more perfectly against her body. "Squish me, human, and watch me die." Her breath is rapid as you ready yourself, a mischievous smile on her lips.

You lower your weight onto your heel first, crushing her battered pussy and fragile pelvis. She screams, and juices squirt from the squished ruin, her five eyes rolling up as her mouth gapes with masochistic pleasure. Then, you flatten your foot, and she squeaks weakly as the air is forced from her lungs, her head collapsing backward as you pop her heart. As you lift your foot, her arms spasm, fluttering over her shattered body and feeling how broken she's become. In her final moments, she looks at you one last time, and smiles as the light leaves her eyes.

Scraping your shoe off against the edge of the walkway, you take a moment to piss off the edge into the dark, sighing in satisfaction. Once you zip back up and retrieve your knife from where it had fallen, you feel ready to continue your quest, more determined than ever to find and fuck every monster to death.

Before you can find the exit, you are distracted by a faint scuttling noise from behind you. Confused, you look back at Muffet's corpse, knowing there's no chance she could have survived. The sight of vague movement only fans the flames of your curiosity, and you briefly backtrack to look at what had become of her.

To your surprise, Muffet's body crawls with little spiders. At first, looking down in the darkness, they seem almost like the spiders you know from above. When you kneel to inspect them more closely, you see that they actually resemble pudgy, minuscule versions of your deceased fucktoy, and let out a grunt of mild surprise. For a minute longer, you watch them crawl over their mother's flesh, seeming to emerge from every fold of her clothing, scuttling outward into the darkness.

Dismissing the oddity with no further thought, you brush a few of the spiders from your pants, and turn away to