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The hiker was lagging behind on the trail, jogging lightly to catch up, when a patch of the very ground in front of him popped open like a hatch. He could scarcely even comprehend what he saw, before something clambered out and nabbed him, dragging him into its burrow without so much as a peep.

The rest of his group carried on; blissfully unaware of the fate they'd just been spared.

A stream of expletives gushed through his lips, interrupted by panicked cries for help as he was dragged to the very end of a narrow, silk covered tunnel. He was backed into a wall, with his assailant between him and the exit.

The assailant, made visible by a ray of sun bleeding in through a small crack in the trapdoor, stridulated excitedly upon ascertaining what exactly had stumbled into its home.

The beast's rapid chittering could be felt in his gut, causing him to freeze in place.

He was stricken as he looked into his captor's six beady eyes; his fear locked every joint in his body as his breathing became shallow and panicked.

The trapdoor spider closed what little distance was between them agonizingly slow-like, inching closer and closer to its quarry as it detected his most minute of movements- until it was upon him in a fraction of a second. It darted into his shins, using its mass to trip him. He let out a high-pitched shriek in response as it then ran over the top of him. The hiker was muffled abruptly by the spider's plump abdomen pressing into his face shortly after.

The leathery exoskeleton itself didn't bend; but the flesh beneath its bulbous rear had a surprising amount of give to it, as it tightly gripped his midsection. The constriction squeezed the air out of the hiker's lungs as the spider readjusted itself; methodically inching downwards, until its spinnerets loomed over the hiker's horrified face; and its drooling mouthparts just over his belt buckle.

The hiker assumed the worst, and mentally prepared for the silk to start flowing, and for the little rear nubs to do their work- but it never came. Instead, he could swear he felt its mouthparts messing with his belt buckle. His train of thought was derailed, when the spider firmly rubbed the back of its abdomen into his face, followed by another, deeper stridulation than the last.

The cacophony of chitters from the vibrating mass on his body caused the hairs on the back of his neck to stand tall as he both felt, and heard it. Fear momentarily turned into utter bewilderment, and then back into horror once again as he realized that it was indeed, fucking with his belt buckle.

"Oh God," he thought. "This spider ain't trying to eat me."

Another firm push on its abdomen sealed his fate; as a smaller, tighter hole above its spinnerets was firmly planted onto the poor hiker's tightly puckered lips. He was going to keep his mouth closed to the best of his ability, he was having no part in this.

The spider, not really agreeing with his plan, sharply jabbed one of its many limbs into his side.

The sudden, painful jab to his side caused him to yell, opening his mouth plenty wide enough for his captor to move things along, forcing its puckered orifice over his wide open mouth. The hiker immediately attempted to push away, only to be forced back in with a leg to the back of his head.

The hiker fruitlessly squirmed in the spider's tightening grip, as he felt what he could only assume was its asshole winking in his mouth as it stridulated with glee. All the while, he could feel a warm, viscous fluid draining onto his shirt, all over his belly; about where the spider's thorax meets its abdomen.

"Oh for fuck's sake." He thought, the realization hitting him like a brick.

The hiker knew full well he wasn't escaping this by force, he tried. so his primary concern at this stage was to remain calm; and to breathe as little as humanly possible.

Mostly because of the stench. It was unmistakably fecal, yet had this sickeningly uric accent to it.

The taste was far worse.

The hiker was fighting a war against his diaphragm, doing his best not to cough or retch into the things' butthole; as to not draw the ire of the spider that was currently ripping his drawers off, and teasing his chub.

"Huh?"

Chemical fuckery was clearly afoot.

Regardless, the spider carried on with its self-gratification, further pressing the back of its squishy abdomen against its prey; trembling as it puckered and relaxed its rubbery hole against the hiker's quivering lips. Which in turn causes more spider spunk to soak the poor bastard's torso.

What felt like an hour had passed as it did this, until eventually, the hiker heard an ominous gurgle emanating from somewhere within his clicking captor.

The hiker didn't have time to comprehend the implication, as he felt the spider's hole pucker open especially wide, wrapping over and closing around his nose as well. He tried to pull away yet again, before a rancid gust of hot air instantly filled his lungs, until eventually leaking out through a thin space around his lips with a sickeningly wet, yet muffled, *brrrmpsmftfpt.*

Only then was he allowed to move his face away a mere couple of inches, only to be assailed with a thicker, wetter blast than the last, directly onto his face. *BRRRMSPASFGGHMFPTSHT.*

He hacked and sputtered for a short moment, yelping sharply as he was then forced back against the flatulent arachnid's greedy donut mere seconds afterwards by a leg to the back of his head. Its pucker gave him a sloppy kiss, over his entire face as he got resettled. Muffled groans made their way into its quivering colon, pleasing the spider as it massaged his member with its mouthparts.

The Spider's chelicerae seemingly lacked their fangs, opting instead to use its mouth nubs and pedipalps in conjunction, for other, equally dastardly purposes.

Like coaxing a load or two out of some unsuspecting hiker's nuts.

They were pleasantly ribbed, rapidly vibrated, and had no business being as soft as they were.

The hiker barely had the energy left in him to squirm, just enough for the spider to feel it as it began to use his head as a butt-plug; teasing him with the prospect of fresh air, only to push down to the base of his neck.

After what felt like ages with his head trapped in the spider's cavernous, crap-filled colon, the hiker was eventually granted air. Only when the build-up of the spider's gas was too great for it to handle.

The spider slowly pushed his stained head out with a slimy *pop!*, followed immediately by the release of an especially foul torrent of wet gas *BRRAAPFTSPFH!*, speckling its victim's face with bits of the rotten spider's septic sludge.

It wasn't fresh air by any stretch of the imagination. Though it was, at the very least, breathable.

The hiker's lungs burned as they labored for air, his diaphragm ached as he fruitlessly fought the urge to hack and sputter. His consciousness was well on its way out.

The spider on the other hand, was having the time of its life, as its genital opening continued to leak like a cracked faucet onto its victims thoroughly soaked upper half.

After a mere minute of breathing unrestricted, the spider pushed again, rubbing its asshole on the hiker's soft lips, puckering against them. It did this almost expectedly, as if giving its prey a cue he was woefully unaware of. With a second, sharper jab to his side, the hiker parted his tightly sealed lips, followed by getting an immediate mouthful of eagerly twitching spider butt.

Another jab, now there's a reluctant tongue trembling in there. Another stridulation.

Its taste was feculent beyond measure, as it was caked with spider shit in between the wrinkles in its rubbery pucker, and within its rectum. The hiker's eyes rolled into the back of his head as he bore the brunt of this foul ordeal, praying to whatever deity would answer for clemency as he continued to gingerly lick its insides.

Mercy never came, but he certainly did. Quite a few times by this point.

Whether he wanted it or not, the spider was at least returning the favor; but even then, it was a selfish deed, since it seemed to be nourishing itself with his seed.

Once his member was rubbed raw and shooting blanks, the spider finally decided that it had eaten its fill. It released the spent hiker, whereupon he slumped forward diagonally, onto the ground, out cold.

It released a self-satisfied chitter after seeing its quarry so thoroughly spent on the floor, before binding his hands and ankles with its sticky silk. The hiker woke up just enough to see it maneuver backwards and plant its wide open stinkhole around his wrists gripping his bound hands tightly. It enveloped his forearms moments after.

Then it opened even wider, pushing his arms deep into its stained guts as it started to wrap its equally stained sphincter around his shoulders and past his pathetically yelping face. It wasn't long before his entire torso was methodically devoured by the spider's greedy insides, his legs flailing about as they too were effortlessly slurped in soon after.

At long last, the hiker's clemency was granted. Though not in any way he was expecting, or hoping for as his consciousness faded deep within the bowels of his captor. It was for the best, as mushy filth began slowly accumulating around his legs, and then his torso, until he was eventually encased in a thick layer of semi-solid spider dung.

Hours later, In the dead of night; his captor left its den, feeling the familiar pressure building up in its colon.

It skittered quickly to its designated spot, a bush relatively close to a ranger station. It clambered onto the trunk of a tree, gripping it tightly as it positioned its pulsating anus just above a bush.

With a light push, an especially wet fart came billowing out of its stretched hole, followed by a semi-solid, six foot spider loaf.

*Prfffhsrnrbfhtsfhftfss*

It skittered down from the tree, and back into the woods to its lair as quickly as it arrived.

Soon after, a forest ranger, hearing the unmistakable sound, walked out of his house with a flashlight and an annoyed look on his face.

As he scarpered to the top of the hill, he looked into the bush turned latrine and grimaced, discovering a massive heap of crap, with pained groans emanating from within it.

The ranger let out a prolonged sigh. "Second time this week."