Nat the Yandere Tarantula

Ugh... your head... where are you?...

...everything's so dark. Feels like your vision is swimming. It's hard to move, for some reason, like something is keeping your limbs pressed together... What was the l ast thing you remember? The last thing, last thing... It was the evening. You were just coming home with groceries, then there was a brief darting silhouette in the corner of your vision... BAM! Someone hit you over the head, and your vision went black. Were you knocked out? Where are you? Why can't you... move?...

As your eyes slowly clear and grow more accustomed to the darkness, you find yourself lying on a bed, inside a dark dusty bedroom. Not your bed, and not your room. The blinds over the window are drawn, but it's obviously nighttime, otherwise some light would be shining through. And your body... it's tied up in ropes? But they look too light-colored to be any sort of rope you know of... Upon closer inspection – they look like spider silk... But how is that possible?

Before you can even think of any possible answer to this question, or even do so much as yell for help, creeping footsteps approach the door from the other side, before it opens – revealing a tall, humanoid arachnid... with a nude, furry body.

Hola, dear, the spider coos in a female voice, flashing a fanged smile. She slowly approaches the bed you're stuck on, holding a lit flashlight in one of her six hands, and some kind of album in another. Glad to see you've woken up~

Her eight yellow-pupiled eyes blink asynchronously, before she plops herself down on the bed, sitting right on your torso. I'm so glad we can finally meet face-to-face, she begins, setting the album down beside your head and opening it, using the flashlight to illuminate the contents. Inside are photos... of you, taken from all sorts of sneaky angles, throughout your daily routine. I've been following you for weeks, cutie... Maybe if you'd been more attentive, you would've spotted me! the spider woman teases, poking you on the nose with one of her other hands' index finger. But I digress...

She dismissively shoves the album aside, letting it drop to the floor. What I'm trying to say, cariño, is that you're everything I ever wanted... no, needed, the arachnid pants, opening her mouth wde enough for her tongue to peek out, dripping a bit of drool. She lean back and spreads her legs a little further, blatantly exposing her orange-colored vagina. I couldn't have you running away... Needed to take you, keep you for myself... she rambles, slowly grinding her rump against your lower body. Be mine, won't you? Say yes. Please, please, please, please say yes... Ohh, I can't control myself anymore~

Ugh... your head... just your luck to wake up with a migraine.

As your eyes blink open to a dark bedroom, the red glow of the analog clock reading 5:13 AM , with only the dim yellow light of the distant streetlamp pouring in through the blinds. It's so early in the morning that the sun hasn't even risen yet. As your body minutely shifts on the bed, you rub up against the heavy weight settled on your side – the arachnid body of Nat, your... arachnid girlfriend, who probably has mental issues. And of course she's already awake, as her eight eyes look up at you, the yellow pupils faintly glowing in the darkness.

Cariño, the tarantula humanoid draws out with a toothy smile, extending her tongue to lick a slow wet stripe across your cheek. Good morniiiing... Hold on, lemme taste you~

She opens her fanged maw wide, hot breath billowing across your face as she leans over you, and plants a sloppy kiss right on your forehead – just like that, your mild headache is alleviated! But Nat isn't quite done, continuing to plant kisses as she trails down your face, before sighing pleasantly and burying her head in the crook of your neck. Love you so much... she breathes out, eyes blinking out of sync, and nuzzles the side of her face against your throat before going still. Wanna get up yet? Well, I don't... Let's just stay for a while, until the sun rises...