Fight back and fuck her up!

You have no chance of defeating this deadly drider. She's faster, and stronger, and clearly way more experienced than you. You are webbed up, whimpering, and wet. You've already practically surrendered anyway. Your tongue seems to know you've lost, so why can't you just accept and enjoy defeat? You couldn't beat an arachnymph in a million years. You wish Yoko was here to save you again...she would break these webs like wet tissue. Then, it hits you...you can become your own dashing knight and save your own pretty princess ass!

You stare deep into Charlotte's eyes as she goes in for a kiss, or the kill, depending how you look at it. You catch your reflection in them, and use every ounce of will to imagine yourself as an Oni! You feel your muscle bulge as you go from smol to swole, and the webbing snaps and falls away as you grow to seven staggering, stacked feet. You feel power coursing through you, and see the look in Charlotte's dark pools go from aroused to alarmed, then aroused again. The combination of sinewy muscles, soft pink skin, and comely curves is a good look for you. Even the wider jaw and more rugged facial features don't blunt your brutal beauty. Your flame red hair looks good in a mohawk and you find yourself crushing on your own reflection. You suspected you had a thing for butch babes, you just never considered you could become one.

"Please don't hurt me, ma'am. I only wanted to fuck you and fill you up with babies!" Charlotte cries. Apparently realizing that doesn't exactly help her case, she adds, "But, I was gonna ask for consent, I promise!" You want to believe her, or rather, you want to believe that she believes it, but you still don't trust that she is honest enough with herself to be honest with you. You wonder where you got such good instincts and insight all of the sudden, but that's another one to chuck down the wonder well because you have more pressing problems.

"First off, I don't hurt people just because I can." As you say it, you realize that it's true. You could pound this pretty predator to pudding and no one would blame you, but you have seen enough pain for a lifetime, and you don't want to be the cause of any more. "Second, you don't get to ask for consent AFTER you time me up. It's **** at least! And while I might be into a little bondage play at some point, it would have to be with someone I trust, not someone that spirits me away to the rafters with no way down but them!"

A crafty look crawls over Charlotte's killer cute face, and you realize you've made a tactical error. She goes from sorrowful to spiteful, spitting, "That's right! You can't get down without me! So if you don't want to starve to **** up here, I suggest you get on your knees and apologize to me properly. You can start my kissing my feet and I'll let you know when you're sufficiently sorry enough to apologize directly to my pussy. Ho Ho OH!"

The haughty tone and smug look vanish as you effortlessly scoop her in your arms and jump face first towards the hard wood floor. You doubt if even Yoko/you could survive a fall like this, and Charlotte is too stunned to spin a safety line. You would be worried, but sure as you expected, Coach Creature keeps the floor clean enough to see your reflection in, and you think you'd look real sexy with some demon wings. A set of six appear from your shoulders and you swoop up over the fornicating furies beneath you. Your near-**** dive distracted the crowd and all eyes are on you as you set Charlotte down next to Coach Creature.

"Wow. Never seen a first year take down Charlotte. The little lady keeps flunking the class on purpose so she can keep preying on the fresh meat. You have my blessing to do whatever you want to her as payback short of killing her. And no fire of course." Coach Creature says as she dares you with her eyes to say, 'fire bad'. You don't take the dare, but you do take her up on her offer. With Charlotte cowering at your feet, her arms folded submissively behind her back as she shivers. You know what she's expecting, what everyone is expecting. The monster girls stop fighting and fucking to watch with vehement voyeurism. Everyone is watching and waiting with bated breath to see the sexy spider slut get her cummuppance.

What they probably weren't expecting is when you grab one of Charollete's slender ankle in your huge hand and lift it to your lips and start sucking on her toes. You aren't sure why you're being so nice. You have the strength to snap her ankle like a pretzel just by squeezing your palm, but you don't want to hurt her. You could make her do anything you want, turn her into your submissive sex **** that would eagerly fulfill your every desire, but, if you're being honest, what you've really been wet dreaming of is to do every sweetly squirmy submissive thing Charlotte ordered you to do when she thought she had you at her mercy. You feel strong enough in this body to be submissive, and so proud of your conquest that you don't care who sees.

"What are you YELP doing to MOAN me?" Charlotte mewls as you run your tongue between her trembling toes and across the soft sole of her foot. You keep kissing up her leg, licking slowly up her flushing flesh, her pale ivory skin blushing at the touch of your tongue. Blush is your favorite color, after all, and her desire tastes better than her fear. You are grateful that Oni tongues are so fat and long, you can and do circle her tongue several times over by the time you reach her trembling thighs. When you lap at her lovely lower lips, she shudders and sprays at the the first pass. Charlotte climaxes uncontrollably and cries, "Fuh fuh fuuuuck me with that fat fucking tongue and fill me with your babies!"

"No." The word tastes good on your lips. Charlotte's cumming cleft tastes even better, and you continue to slide your girthy, glistening mouth muscle against her mound, teasing her and drinking in her desire as well as her sweet, sticky spray. You are submissive, sure, but that doesn't mean you want to be a ****...at least not to a selfish slut like Charlotte. Instead, you slooooowly...sensuously drag your tongue between her wet folds until she breaks down in spurty sobs and spasms. When you feel like she's learned her lesson, you thrust your thick tongue deep in her climaxing cunt and fill her again and again until she is drained dry of every last dreamy drop of desire.

You feel yourself reach a different kind of climax, not cumming exactly, but reaching a sublime satisfaction from getting Charlotte off. You positively glow, and you can feel the desire of the entire class dripping over you. You imagine your self in your suckubus form and even without a reflection, you can feel yourself shrinking, softening, shifting back to your own ideal form before your admiring audience. It's a high level achievement, usually not seen in a lowly freshmeat, but you must have unlocked something within yourself by embracing your own desires. You set Charlotte down gently, kissing her lips softly as she slips into slumber and saying, "See how much better it is when they want to serve you on their own?"

She nods and nuzzles your neck before falling fast asleep. The other girls look at you with a mix of apprehension and arousal. You let them, for one magikal moment of your life you don't have anything to prove. You hear the bell ring and proudly head to your next class...