The Webs We Weave - Prelude (WiP - 6/7/13 0015)

The Webs We Weave - Prelude

F/? Soft Vore, Monster Girls

 

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        Akara licked her lips.  Squirming to get free was a pig stuck in cleverly placed web.  It was Akara's first trap she'd laid in this forest, and the bounty was swift to present itself.  Almost squeeling herself, she marveled at the size of the thing.  Quietly sneaking up out of the pig's view, she examined her handiwork closer.  It was a simple strand of silk held up just above the forest floor, attached to a much larger web that was out of sight.  Not seeing it, the pig had walked right through it and gotten it tangled around its legs.  Not taking long to become effective, the rest of the sticky web had quickly incapacitated the creature, rendering it helpless and squealing for freedom.

 

 

 

        It was similar to what she'd eaten at her colony before, but much larger.  Striking quickly, she bit into the pigs flesh, injecting her venom.  It was a temporary paralytic, intended to keep the victim subdued but alive.  After the pig squealed in fear for a few seconds, it went still.  Placing her hand on the pig, she felt the heartbeat was still there.  Resisting the urge to jump for joy at capturing her first prey on her own, she quietly picked up the mess of a trap and slung it unto her abdomen.

 

 

 

        Had someone been watching, they would've been treated to quite a scene.  A drider had watched a pig get tangled in a web, bit it, and slung it unto their spider half before scurrying away silently.  Drider were masters of stealth, not to say that was all they were good at.  Drider were omnivores, but largely preferred meat, especially live.  A drider was never fat, only larger; their digestive juices were powerful and would quickly dispose of most of what they consumed, living or not.  If you weren't to see the waist, drider would look like a normal human.  It would take a watchful eye to discern a drider from a human without seeing their waist, as they had a normal human mouth, save for elongated eye teeth that had been replaced with fangs.  No extra sets of eyes or mandibles or things like that.

 

 

 

        Their spider halves were impressive.  Most were gifted with thicker skin, covered in the fine fuzz that covered most larger spiders.  Akara's was black with two defining red stripes running down her length, even up into her human back a bit.  Her slender legs made no sound that could be heard without an aid of some kind.  As she quietly and quickly made her way back to her burrow, she occasionally checked to make sure there were no other predators looking to steal her meal or make one of her.  So far she had been in good fortune, seeing only the occasional wolf as her competition, which didn't concern her.  Drider had evolved to have thicker, tougher skin on their spider halves, and while they weren't invincible, this development made it easier to combat other predators.

 

 

 

        There weren't too many things that drider feared, but Akara was letting the giddyness of capturing her first prey get to her.  As soon as she was in the safety of her burrow, she set the pig down and began peeling off the web it'd been captured in.  It was a bit larger than the ones from home, but it wouldn't pose a problem for Akara.  Even as the smallest of her litter, if not her entire colony, she was large enough to fit the entire width of the pig into her mouth.  She cleaned the pig eagerly, reveling in its smooth skin.  Her mouth was beginning to water as she cleaned and prepared the pig.  As her venom wore off, she nearly squeed again as she had timed the process near perfectly.

 

 

 

        The venom was still present in the pig's system, but was starting to wear off.  She'd heard the sensation described from one of her elders that had consumed a human: not too different from falling asleep on your arm and having the numbness slowly wear off.  She watched as the pig tried to get to its feet, stumbling about as it did.  Letting a slight chuckle escape, she picked up the pig and turned it to face her.  The fear was easy to spot in its eyes, its legs just barely starting to move.  Licking her lips one last time, she held the pig up to her mouth and pushed its head in.  It was unable to fight, the best it could muster being to move its head from side to side extremely slowly.

 

 

 

        Running her tongue along the smooth, clean skin of the animal, she savored the taste and pushed it in farther.  The pig was a somewhat snug fit, but not uncomfortable.  Careful not to bite down and inject venom, Akara held her mouth open and continued pushing the pig in, its head now reaching the back of her throat.  Tilting her head upwards, gravity ushered the pig down her throat faster than she'd anticipated.  As she attempted to cough, this caused the pig to further slide down her throat, distending it slightly.  Gulping hard, the pigs feet made their way into her throat, finally giving her the leverage she needed to attempt closing her mouth.  Gulping one last time, the pig was forced completely into her throat with an audible gulp.

 

 

 

        Sighing, Akara ran her hands along the writhing bulge in her throat as it was pushed into her stomach.  Distending ever so slightly to accomodate the meal, she placed herhands on her belly as the pig entered.  Eventually she felt the full weight of the pig land in her stomach, the venom now in the final stages of wearing off.  She giggled as the pig started squirming against her muscular belly, now thrashing about in its new fleshy prison.  Its fate now sealed, Akara cleaned up the webbing that she had used for the pigs trap, placing it in a neat pile in the corner of her burrow.  Sighing contently, Akara placed a hand on her still squirming belly and made her way to her nest of webbing.  Collapsing her legs against her abdomen, she curled up to sleep through the day as the sun rose.

 

 

 

        Safe in the near pitch-blackness of her burrow, Akara drifted to sleep with a smile on her face as the pig within squirmed for freedom.  Eventually the animal wore itself out and succumed to what would be its last sleep as Akara's digestive juices went to work.  As she slept, her stomach churned away making quick work of the meal.  While the pig was a satisfying meal, its physical affect on her body wouldn't be noticable, even to her.  She would have to eat quite a bit in a short amount of time to show any major growth.  For now though, she rested in the satisfaction that was her first meal in her new home.