A Dog with a Spider in Her Pussy

Brown doggie Alex felt the web against the hand that had last held onto anything. It was a question whether the vat's pussylube was more slippery than the sticky web. It did slow her slide into the huge clutching, drooling vagina long enough for the second web to get her by the hackles of her back. "Owrf!"

"Sorry, Alex!" Clover cried from near the factory's ceiling. "Hold on to the web; I'm , like, pulling you up with my Spidey strength!" Alex found that despite some canine modifications, her body was still as outstandingly athletic as she remembered. She twisted her back around and wrapped her arm around the webbing before taking hold with her hands; she also wrapped her wrist around the other webbing.

She was looking down into the gynecologist's abyss wondering what it would be like to be inside a womb again when she was yanked straight up and high into the factory air.

Too high, too fast: She found herself looking straight into the big, white eyes of Spiderman's mask.

And then she was falling down the long webbing again! "Sorry, Alex! I'm definitely a guy who doesn't know his own strength yet!"

Alex hadn't gone more than a few feet before more webbing stuck to her black sword tail and black crotch on the other side. (She definitely needed to get some panties on!)

"Clover!" Sam scolded. "I hope you don't know what you just did!"

"It's alright, Sam! I'm grateful for the save! After all - " Alex made the mistake of looking up at Clover in his Spiderman costume.

The third line of webbing came out from between the weave covering Clover's all too obvious, upside down, erection.

"Clover, the original Spiderman has a web-shooter - He can't do that, and you SHOULDN'T do that!" Sam scolded louder. And, she scolded herself: Get that fantasy of Clover shooting his sticky stuff into YOUR pussy out of your head, girl!