Ashley walked down the hall, late for lunch. The school had mostly already emptied into the cafeteria or gone home. The eighteen year old squirrel hurried along with her muzzle buried in a text book. She had a test after lunch, and her parents would kill her if she failed. 

Ironically, she wouldn't need to worry about her parents killing her or studying for the test after lunch, as soon, she would be lunch.

The squirrel was not alone in the halls. A predator had also lingered behind when everyone else had left for lunch. A large, sadistic spider girl watched the green eyed squirrel walk down the hall, patiently waiting. She was Gwen, another senior at the school, and she had her mind set on catching the cute squirrel for a meal. Of course it had been technically illegal to prey on other sentients for decades now, unless they volunteer. It had only lowered the number of predator deaths, however, as most were good at hiding, or able to devour, all the evidence.

Gwen crawled along the ceiling, keeping careful tabs on her prey. The squirrel was lovely to look at, tall, with beautiful long legs. Her fur was a dark shade of rust red, traveling up those graceful legs to her tight, compact ass, hidden behind the dark green skirt she wore. Gwen had seen her in the shower rooms, however, and knew that her rear would be very pleasing all wrapped up in a tight web. The red fur extended up the squirrel's stereotyoicaly large tail. It continued up over her wide hips to her skinny waist and back, giving the teen a perfect hour glass shape. Her back and shoulders kept her red coloration, hidden behind the white, long sleeved button up she wore, splitting off to cover her arms and the back and sides of her neck. From there it ran into the lovely blonde hair that reached down to mid back. Her face was also the red color, save for the area right around her mouth. That fur was a creamy white color. This warm color traveled down the front of the squirrel's neck to her chest, where it covered her two large breasts. Gwen's mouth watered as she recalled seeing the pair in the shower rooms, each the size of a grapefruit and held their shape perfectly, even with no support. Every step the squirrel had taken caused them to bounce pleasently, both capped by a small pink nipple. Her tummy continued the white trend down until it coated her groin, ending neatly after the lips of her snatch. With one exception, Gwen knew. There was a mark of red fur just above the split of her womanhood in the shape of a leaf.
 
Yes, the squirrel was a beautiful young woman, and that was more reason Gwen wanted her for a meal. It was no accident that had delayed the squirrel until everyone else had gone. Gwen had used her nearly invisible silk to rig a mess to occur to delay Ashley, then gunked up the lock on her locker to ensure she'd fight to open it, and finally locked the girl's usual, quick route to force her down this hall, where Gwen had laid her trap.

Ashley walked on, unaware of her imminent doom. The lovely rodent had no idea she'd been marked, she just believed she'd had some bad luck to day. She sighed and closed her book, just about to round the corner when she sudden ran right into something. The squirrel tried to pull away, but found whatever had her just clung tightly to her fur and cloths, each jerk getting more of her stuck. As she struggled, she noticed she was caught by strands of sticky white string in the shape of a web.

Ashley's heart pounded as she realized what had happened to her. She'd been caught in a giant spider's web! There was only on reason this would be here. She began to fight harder, squeaking loudly and shouting for help as she thrashed. It was no use, however and soon she was completely immobilized save for her tail, which continued to burn precious energy swishing around. She panted, out of breath and energy, tears welling up in her eyes. She was about to give in when she saw on of the janitors walk out of one of the restrooms and head down the other end of the hall. Her heart skipped a beat and she opened her mouth to shout.

It never came, however. Ashley felt a harsh pinch on the back of her neck, something sharp breaking the skin. Her call died in her throat as every muscle in her body suddenly relaxed. She was still fully aware, but she couldn't move anything, not even her eyes. She screamed mentally as she watched the janitor round the corner and walk out of sight.

"Not today, morsel," came a soft, sinister female voice behind her, "today, you are my prey." 

Gwen hummed softly as she cut the strands of her web, taking each one and gathering it behind her frozen prey. Once she'd cleared the hall, she used the strands she'd collected to heft the rodent over her shoulder like a santa sack. Gwen giggled to herself as she crawled up the wall and pushed one of the tiles of the ceiling out of place before crawling inside with her prize. She replaced the tile and then carefully walked along, having barely enough room to maneuver up here without a prize to carry along too. Gwen had been doing this since her freshmen year, however, and wouldn't be denied this time.

It only took a few minutes to reach her destination, coming up to what seemed to be a dead end only to push the wall open. Inside was a small room, once a storage space but renovations had seen it walled up and abandoned until Gwen had stumbled upon it while exploring. It had been completely empty, save  for a old light fixture that Gwen was delighted to  find still worked. It became the perfect larder for her to store her victims. The floors, walls, and even ceilings had been covered in Gwen's webs and several cocoons still littered them, drained bodies she hadn't disposed of yet. Gwen carried Ashley to a nice clear spot by the wall where she set the squirrel down and removed the webbing from her.

Ashley was terrified from the moment she got in here, the webs, the bodies were just too much for her. Once her captor set her down, however, she got her fist look at her soon to be predator. Gwen was tall, like most spiders, with a shiney, hard black endoskeleton and a large, segmented, bulbous body. Eight limbs were attached to her body, four legs and four arms, though all were just as good at climbing. Her face sneered down at her, only two eyes rather than eight both large and red. Her mouth was framed by two large, sharp, mandible like fangs, that dripped a little of the paralyzing venom she'd used on Ashley. The spider had no hair at all, her head smooth and hard. She was the most frightening thing Ashley had ever seen in her short life.

Gwen was unconcerned with her prey's terror, as she still had work to do before Ashley regained movement. After closing the door, she positioned Ashley and started to pull the squirrel's shoes off, throwing them into a small pile in the corner. She paused as she worked to give the paralyzed squirrel a smile.

"Sorry, sweetness," Gwen chuckled as she worked, pulling away the black socks next, "but I prefer a more natural dinning experience. I know some preds don't mind cloths, but it just ruins the whole thing for me." She slowly climbed up and began to work on Ashley's skirt.

Ashley found she was able to regain some control of her body. She still felt stiff, unable to do much more that turn her head or move her fingers. The sight of the other bodies in the room made her eyes water, seeing her fate. As she felt the cold room air on her thighs, her skirt joining her shoes, she was able to find her voice.

"Please, stop" she meekly croaked, sounding slurred as she was still unable to speak properly.

"Waking up?" Gwen asked mockingly, moving up and unbuttoning the rodents shirt one button at a time. "I already told you, I don't like cloths. Just pretend it's the old times, before cities and civilization. Imagine your one of the squirrel's back then, climbing a tree until you got caught caught in a nice sticky web. A nice spider coming to help you and keep you warm," The spider chuckled as the girl whimpered.

"You can't do this," Ashley pleaded, trying to will her body to recover so she could struggle. "You can't eat me! The law-"

"-Doesn't apply if you don't get caught, my tasty little mammal," Gwen laughed, pulling the shirt away with some difficulty, thanks to the web. "Oh la la, morsel!" She ran a finger over Ashley's lacy undergarments, rubbing the girl's nipple through her bra. "Did you get all dressed up like this for me? You shouldn't have!"

"Please," Ashley whimpered, tears rolling through her fur, "I'll do anything! I'll find you someone else!"

"I'll find someone else, sweetie," Gwen smirked down at her, leaning down and getting rid of that bra holding back her prize, "and I'll put them up here, right next to you." The spider grinned at the two freed furry mounds, kneading them to the squirrel's displeasure. Gwen tugged and twisted the quickly hardening nipples until she had Ashley moaning and gasping softly.

Gwen pulled back and gently stroked the still crying teen's face. "Shh, sweet heart, don't cry," she said softly, "it was your fate to be eaten by me." She leaned in and whispered softly, "it won't hurt, I promise." 

Ashley felt only marginally better by that news, immediately made worse as she felt her lacy panties, her last bit of clothing, pulled away. She was left naked and cold in the small room. "Please," she said softly, giving it one last try, "I don't want to die." 

"We all die sooner or later, squirrel," Gwen said as she slowly ran her hands down the squirrel's sides, then running them back up her front. "There, perfect! I love seeing prey like this, imagining how many other times this scenario has played out. Primal, instinctual, and wild as it should be. No cloths, no laws, no one to stop us, just prey and predator."

Ashley whimpered at the spider's words, struggling weakly now that she had control of her limbs back. It was a token effort only though. She couldn't have fought Gwen off and even is she did, this room was covered in webs she would just get tangled in. She knew it would soon be over for her. Her thoughts were shattered when she felt a gentle hand stroking her nether lips as another stroked her muzzle gently, while a last one played with one of her soft breasts.

"W-What are you doing?" Ashley asked, her body responding to the pleasure.

Gwen smiled as sweetly as she could and leaned in, kissing the squirrel to her surprise. "I'm not all cruelty, despite current circumstances," she said softly, looking into Ashley's beautifully green almond shaped eyes, "it's simply the roles we were destined to fulfill. I'm your predator, you are my prey. I have to eat to survive, and I crave the warm flesh of sweet mammals like you. Not either of our faults, and it's nothing personal. I don't want to kill you without at least repaying you for my meal that you will provide. So, if you desire, I can let you taste the pleasure I can offer before I taste the pleasure you will offer me."

Ashley wanted to shout at her molester, to tell her how wrong this was, but she knew that it was no use. This spider had her mind set on eating the sweet teen girl and there was nothing she could do to stop it. Agreeing would at least prolong her life and maybe, she hoped in vain, someone would find her before it was too late. With a gulp, Ashley slowly nodded, "yes please. I want to taste pleasure."

"Good girl," Gwen smiled at the teen, "take as much pleasure as you can before you go," she said softly before leaning in and kissing her. Ashley moaned softly into the kiss, the spider's tongue entering her mouth as the spider's mandibles gripped the side of her face, reminding her what could happen if she struggled.

Gwen's hands, mean while, set to work on the warm body before her. They lifted Ashley's legs from the web briefly to spread them and return them to their sticky captivity. Two of the surprisingly gentle hands set to work on each of her voluptuous titties, stroking, messaging, and working the warm flesh like an expert, making Ashley wonder if Gwen did this every time she ate. Her fingers enjoyed the rodent's pink areola, circling and even lightly scratching at them before moving on to her nipples, flicking them the sensitive nubs nice and hard, begging for attention. Ashley moaned into the kiss as Gwen rolled the sensitive flesh between her fingers, finding just the right speed to drive the squirrel crazy.

As Ashley and Gwen's tongues began to play, Gwen's other hands reached the red furred girls lower half. They wasted no time, one spreading the squirrel's drooling lips while the other explored the pink gash, slowly stroking and feeling until it found the teen's hood, still hiding her cute little clit. Ashley cried out into Gwen's mouth as two fingers pushed their way into the squirrel's tight teen passage while the other pulled her hod back, stroking her pleasure buzzer directly. Ashley panted and moaned as those fingers pumped in and out of her, stimulating her pink walls wonderfully. The teen began to fight against the web again, not to escape, but to try and thrust her hips against those invading digits. Gwen's other hand was circling her pearl, teasing it with her touch, every time it sent bolts of pleasure up the teen's spine, making her bushy tail bristle. 

Gwen smirked as she pulled away from the kiss. Ashley remained in place, her eyes half closed and her mouth opened in ragged breath and moans, each torn form the squirrel by the spider's masterful hands. Watching the squirrel's face, Gwen executed her final move. She twisted her captive's nipples harshly while she added a third finger into the dripping honeypot, pumping as fast as she could into the tight pussy. Lastly, her last hand went flat and rapidly moved back and forth over the squirrel's button. The effect was exactly what Gwen liked to see. Ashley's eyes went wide, her breath caught in her throat and her whole body tensed for a minute. Then it all released. Ashley's squeezed her eyes closed and screamed, her pussy clamping down tightly around the exploring fingers and spraying jucies around them to the spider's delight. The squirrel thrashed and cried out for several seconds before she finally collapsed, trying to catch her breath as her body continued to tremble.

Ashley was barely aware of the world around her until Gwen started to stroke her muzzle again, leaning in close and nibbling lightly through the fur on Ashley's neck. Then it all came back to her what was to come next.

"Already?" Ashley squeaked. 

"You came, my little treat," Gwen laughed, "it lasted as long as you were able."

"But," Ashley whined, desperate for more, "not yet, please!"

"I thought we discussed this already?" Gwen asked, stroking the squirrel's belly, trying to find the best spot to inject the venom that would break the squirrel down into a delicious soup. "About predator and prey?"

"It's not that," Ashley said half truthfully. She didn't want to die yet, but the feelings she had just gone through were something she'd never felt before. "I want to do that again! I've never done anything like that before and it was amazing."

Gwen's hand paused in it's search, "what," she asked, surprised, "you haven't ever been with anyone? Not even a male? Most girls your age are out sleeping around every weekend, prey needing to reproduce and all that."

Ashley blushed and looked away. "I was saving myself," she said softly, "for someone special. I never thought I would," her voice cracked as she continued, "that I would get eaten."

"That's why prey sleep around so much, sweet meat," Gwen said, shaking her head, "no one expects to be eaten." She paused and looked the teen over, thinking. She did have enough time before the end of class, and she did feel a little bad now...

"All right," she said as she placed a hand on Ashley's muzzle, turning and kissing her softly. "One more time, sweetness. Just because you twisted my arms."

"Thank you," Ashley said softly, eager to go again, despite herself.

Gwen didn't answer, instead kissing her way down Ashley's neck and down her chest, pausing to lavish her tits in kisses and affection. She happily sucked and slurped on the squirrel's tits, suckling on them like a newborn. Ashley squirmed and thrashed under the spider's attention, gasping as she lashed her teat with her tongue, roughly mauling her other tit. After a few minutes, Gwen gave her nipple a quick bite, giggling at the squirrel's cute squeak before she languidly slipped further down, leaving two of her hands to work the teen's lovely mounds.

Ashley giggled and thrashed as Gwen licked along her tummy, tickling her as the spider took her time reaching her destination. The spider grinned as she came level to the teen's lovely slit, it and her thighs soaked from the last round. Gwen leaned in and licked at the jucies left in her fur, moaning at the sweet taste. She reached two hands under her meal and gripped her rear tightly, lifting her up and bringing her crotch right to Gwen's mouth.

"Mm, you're even sweeter than I thought, my morsel," she complimented, licking the last bit of girl cum out of Ashley's fur. "Now, I think I'll have some dessert before my main course." Gwen chuckled at her own joke before leaning in giving the snack before her a long lick.

Ashley bit her lip as that wonderful pink tongue pushed inside of her and she pushed her needy pussy against Gwen's face as best she was able to with the webbing. She whimpered with need as Gwen slowly explored her depths, making loud, lewd slurping sounds as she greedily sucked up any leaking jucies. Each flick of her nipples, every new cranny that tongue found to clean, tore a moan from the teen's tired throat, made her squirm against her bonds. The spider was driving her crazy with lustful desire.

Gwen smiled as she saw how much her prey was enjoying her tongue bath. The spider had always considered herself a master of desire, a pro at making her prey's last free breaths pleasurable gasps. Deciding to make this squirrel's first, and last, time especially memorable, Gwen realised the grip on the squirrel's perfect ass and held her up with one hand, her other diving between the red cheeks to tickle the teen's tight pucker.

Ashley jumped and gasped as she felt her tail hole toyed with. It was a strange sensation to her. She had little experience playing with herself, and none playing with her backdoor. Instinctively, she clenched tight against the probing finger, but Gwen was patient. 

Gwen continued to message and poke at the tight ring piece, all while still keeping her face pressed against the soft white lips she was enjoying. Her persistence was rewarded when her finger tip finally slipped through, causing Ashley to squeal loudly. Gwen kept pushing, ignoring the whimpers and pleas from her prey until her finger was buried inside of that cute bum.

"Ah, please," Ashley whimpered, "I've never done anything like this, it's too much!"

Gwen looked up but refused to abandon her snack, instead she gave the squirrel's chest a comforting squeeze to reassure her. Slowly, being careful for Ashley's sake, Gwen moved her finger, exploring inside of that tight passage. She learned where to push to make the teen squeak cutely, where to rub to make her moan, and she started to move her finger in and out, starting slow but soon picking up pace.

Ashley layed back, staring up at the ceiling with glazed eyes. If had hurt at first, but the pain in her rectum was fading, leaving pleasure she'd never known in it's wake. Combined with the tongue still lashing away in her snatch, and Ashley could feel the pressure building up in her lower belly, her pussy leaking more and more. Her breath quickened as she begged Gwen to go faster, she was so close! A sudden insertion of a second finger was all Ashley needed. A few seconds later, and she felt her body tensed.

With a cry, Ashley came hard, her body spasming as she soaked Gwen's mouth and chin. Her pussy clamped down and twitched around the tongue so deep inside of her. Sweat wetted her fur as she collapsed again almost a minute later, her climax finally relenting. She gasped softly when Gwen pulled her fingers free, climbing back up the squirrel's body. Ashley grinned and leaned up for a kiss, which Gwen returned after a moments consideration.

"Wow," Ashley said breathlessly, "I could do that forever," she grinned at her lover, her situation completely forgotten in the moment.

"I bet you could," Gwen chuckled, stroking her muzzle. "You're delightful."

"Maybe we could do it again sometime?" Ashley said softly, "we could-" she was cut off by a sudden sharp pain in her gut, making her yelp. Looking down, she could see an until now unnoticed stinger protruding from Gwen's lower half jabbed into her belly. Ashley's eyes watered and she looked at Gwen, hurt and questioning. At the same time she could feel something warm being pumped into her body.

"Don't struggle, honey," Gwen said softly, not concerned with Ashley's feelings. She only thought of the teen as a meal, one that needed to be prepared still. "It only hurts a little and it will only take a second," she said sinisterly, "just a little bit of toxin to turn you into tasty squirrel soup."

Ashley turned away as Gwen pulled the stinger out, the wound left behind looking rather sickly and already infected. Unperturbed by Ashley's silence, Gwen continued to speak. "Sorry, sweet meat," she said as she took a bit of webbing and covering the wound with it, "I do like a girl willing to play with danger, but like I said before, I am your predator, and you are my prey. There was no other way this was going to end."

Gwen used her hands to gather Ashley's legs and bring them together. "No struggling now," Gwen warned, "I need to wrap you up and I don't want to bite you. You're done, even if you managed to get away, and if I bite you, it will be so much worse." She placed a strand of webbing around the squirrel's cute paws and the tip of her bushy tail and pulled it around a few times. "My toxin has a pain killer in it," Gwen explained to the still silent squirrel, "so you won't suffer, but the venom in my mouth counteracts it. It would be very painful."

"Why me?" Ashley asked softly as she started to spin, Gwen wrapping her legs and tail.

"Because you looked delicious," Gwen laughed, "I wanted you since the first time I saw you." Gwen traveled up and down those lovely legs she had lusted over. "Honestly, your gorgeous and that's really why. I was attracted to you." Satisfied with the wrappings, Gwen moved up to her hips, pausing for a moment, waiting for something, "hands please."

Ashley hesitated, her instincts screaming at her to fight and escape, but she knew Gwen was right. Even if she did get away, she was dead already. With a choked sob, she lowered her hands to her sides.

"Then why?" Ashley demanded, "I was going to give you what you wanted! I was willing to be with you!"

"You misunderstand," Gwen said as she started wrapping again, "I don't want to be with you. I wanted more than just to fuck you. I did want that, don't get me wrong, but I wanted to see you like this," she ran her hand over the squirrel's still exposed fur, "naked, whimpering, scared. I wanted to feed as my ancestors did. For them, a beautiful female was the perfect meal, and they didn't take willing prey. You would not have survived back then, and I wanted that tradition to continue." She chuckled and nodded around the room at the other dessicated corpses, "I only feed on the most desirable males and females, just like my ancestors would have."

"You're sick," Ashley sobbed as she was spin, her wet teen box and freshly deflowered ass disappearing under the white silk. "We don't live like that anymore!"

"I know," Gwen said darkly as the wraps rose above the teen's navel, "making piece with our prey was the worst mistake predators ever made." She paused for a moment and groped the squirrel's chest again, cheerfully adding, "sorry, couldn't resist one last feel before they go away."

Ashley fought back an insult as she was wrapped and molested, instead answering, "but there are other things to eat now! You don't have to kill anyone!" She paused and whimpered as the wrappings rose to her shoulders. Panicking, she tried to break free, but the silken strands were too string and she was held completely immobile.

"No," Gwen admitted, wiping a tear away from Ashley's eye, "but I want to." She leaned down and kissed Ashley one last time before she began to wrap again.

"No!" Ashley shouted in her panic, "please don't! Let me go!"

"Shh," Gwen hushed her comfortingly, "it's already over sweetness." She wrapped around the squirrel's mouth, leaving only those big green eyes to stare pleadingly at her. Gwen just smiled and whispered, "close your eyes, treat, you don't want them open for the next day, do you?"

Ashley whimpered and closed her eyes and lowed the silk to pass over them, followed by the rest of her head. Gwen went back and rewrapped a few areas, then placed the fresh woman shaped cocoon on the floor, watching her helpless prey squirm, testing her bonds. The muffled whimpers, just barely audible, brought a smile to her face.

Knowing class would start soon, Gwen approched and leaned down to the mummified teen's ear. "I have to go now," she whispered, "it'll take about a day for my toxin to completely break you down, so I'll see you tomorrow, my little lunch." She giggled and kissed her newest meal before leaving, letting the squirrel contemplate her short future.

Ashley was still panicked, though luckily her wrappings allowed her to breathe. She struggled and thrashed against her bonds, seeking some slack, some way to break out. Of course there wasn't any. Gwen was a practiced predator. She wouldn't be any good at it if her prey could escape. 

After she tired herself out, Ashley collapsed, still except for some sobbing. She knew the toxins were working on her. She felt no pain, just as Gwen promised, but just a general sense of unwell, almost like she had the flu, and strange gurgling sounds. Every movement seemed to take more and more effort, and no matter how long she rested, she couldn't recover her breath. Eventually she began to lose feeling in parts of her body, starting with her feet and hands, but slowly spreading as her nerves and muscles were broken down into a nutritious soup for her captor. Soon she wasn't even able to struggle anymore, not able to do anything but lay there and take ragged gasps of breath, her mind fading and losing focus.

She wasn't aware of the passage of time until she heard a voice next to her ear. "Still alive, sweetie?" Gwen's voice said softly. A faint noise was her response. "My my, you are resilient. Tell you what, I'll give you a little help.

Ashley could feel Gwen push on the outside of the cocoon, she couldn't feel any sensations in her body anymore, just the pressure as Gwen messaged and pressed. Each press sent a flash of color through Ashley's foggy mind. She realized she was dying now. Gwen was killing her, helping the toxins break down the last of her internal organs, but there was nothing she could do. A few more pushes and Ashley took her last breath, fading away.

Gwen paused and listened for breath from her lunch. Hearing nothing, she picked up the cocoon and bit into it, slurping up the remains of the cute little squirrel as she pondered about her next live meal, Ashley already forgotten. How thankful she was to be able to enjoy this, to be a predator.