Viela gets stripped and suspended in mid-air

Viela kicked whatever was in the grass towards Delphi, a hairy thing with many legs …a spider? The thing screeched as it soared the air towards Delphi’s arms. The blue elf caught the animal, giving it a somewhat comforting hug.

“You shouldn’t have done that, but of course, I knew you couldn’t resist. Did you know that this is an infant Paralyzing Whipping Widow? They are unique in the animal kingdom because their skin releases a spore that paralyzes their prey, which they like to keep alive in their nest to devour later.”

Viela scowled. Why was Delphi giving her a zoology lesson? And what was that chittering sound? Oh no… looking down near her feet, Viela noticed a swarm of wings coming out from the hole where the spider had been hiding. “Ah!” The swarm surrounded Viela, the rest of the elves backing away in fear.

“The spider’s favorite snack is, curiously enough, the Silk Eating Moth. You can imagine how hungry this swarm is after being kept in the hole for who knows how long.”

“Ahh! Get them off me!” The swarm was relentless, biting and tearing at Viela’s outfit piece by piece. It was hard to tell with all the bugs flying around, but patches of her lavender-colored skin began to appear as her clothes disappeared into the moths' stomachs. It wasn’t long before there was scant nothing left over her.

Viela’s body was lithe and athletic. Her orange-sized breasts were firm, the elf’s dark nipples swiveled as she squirmed under the moths’ ****. She kicked her bare feet, showing flashes of her trimmed pubic hair. It was silver, just like her hair.

With their feast done, the swarm flew away, leaving Viela naked. The purple elf was scowling harder than Delphi ever saw anyone scowl, her glare all but petrifying the blue elf with its sheer hatred. Still, it was hard to take her headmistress too seriously while she was squirming, blushing, and kicking her legs like a child throwing a tantrum.

“What are you all staring at? Stop gawking and get me out of here. And give me something to wear!” Viela commanded the group of astonished elves.

“Sure thing, headmistress. I have just the thing,” Delphi gathered the courage to approach Viela and fastened the jester hat above her white curls with an impish giggle.

“Very funny… I hope you enjoy this caAAAAAAAAAHHHHH! What now?!” The web enveloping Viela’s hands pulled her up, bringing her closer to the branches in the tree. Her feet were now dangling several meters above the air.

The spider on Delphi’s arms jumped down and climbed the tree. “It’s probably the mama spider. The Whipping Widow is one of the few arachnid species with motherly instincts, did you know?”

Eight red eyes glowed from the top of the tree, staring at prey dangling in below. “This isn’t funny, the spider is going to kill me!” Viela thrashed about like a fish out of water. The dog-sized arachnid skittered down the trunk until it was right next to the scared headmistress. “Ouch!”

The spider had rolled a string of web between two of its legs and, like a wet towel, used it to hit Viela’s taut behind. “Don’t worry, the Whipping Widow doesn’t eat anything larger than a pigeon. But, it is known for hunting birds using its web as sort of a makeshift whip, hence the name!”

“Ouch!” Viela recoiled. The spider had hit her purple butt cheeks again, the whipping sound echoing across the meadow along with the chiming of the jester hat’s bells. “I noticed! Oww!”

“And this little fella is quite mad at you for kicking her son. So, you know, hope you enjoy your whipping!”

“Owww! Get me down! Ouch! Stop laughing, this is not funny!”

“I disagree,” replied a sassy blonde elf, snickering. “This is quite funny.”

“I won’t say it’s funny per se, but it is mesmerizing,” commented another staring at Viela’s supple behind rippling with every strike.

“Thanks for inviting us here, Delphi,” replied the zoology teacher with its class, all of which were doodling the scene. “A fascinating proof of the spider’s maternal instincts.”

“Stop gawking and come help your headmistress. Ouch! Or at least stop staring!” Huh, this must be the first time Delphi saw Viela blush, her face turning a deep shade of indigo. She almost didn’t think Vielawas capable of the act.

“I wouldn’t try to help her if I were you,” Delphi told the group. “Unless you want to get whipped by the spider too.”