#tarantaur

>Be actually arachnee >Tarantula bodied arachnee >Too self conscious about body, and afraid people may think she is a ushi-oni >Black widow friend help to write profile, wrote the about me >Actually interested in archery >Makes her own bows, strings and arrows out of wood >Has to bind her chest to actually do archery >Would actually be submissive to someone she likes

>Profession: Artesanal bowcraft More like artesanal blowcraft.

>Be Tarantaur >Log in to dating site even thought you tell youself it's a terrible idea. >See that coment. >"Welp! Time to leave civilisation and live in the woods like my ancestors!"

>Be tarantaur >Not actually leaving civilization and live in the woods like your ancestors >Left note for Black Widow Friend telling her you are going for a hunting trip and gathering wood >Decided you are going to sell your crafts over the internet via Betsy like how your friend sells clothing she makes >Hunting laws have you wear enough fluorescent orange it makes you look like a tacky Beetle >Decide to make a nest on a tree, means you are less visible by prey and other hunters >It also gives you a great view of the woods >It also means you don't have to run around wearing a binder >See a nice buck that will keep you feed a week or two >You can already taste that delicious liver and kidneys, just like how your pa used to make them >Something startles the buck as you loose your arrow >Miss the buck, but hit something else >That sounded like a person. what do you do?

panic and investigate

Go see if they're okay.

>Panicking you get down from you nest, which means you practically broke every single branch in the tree and practically uproot it >You reach a man laying on the ground wearing camo clutching the arrow you shot at him, probably trying to get it out from his chest >The arrow sticks out of his right side so you didn't pierce his hearth, but still, you can hear he's having problems breathing >Trying to say "Are you alright?" and "I'm a fucking moron" at the same time you end up saying "Are you a fucking moron?" >Well, he is, he isn't wearing a hunting best and you are not sure if that Kalashnikov was oked for this hunting season >"Tony?!" you hear some one shouting over to your right >He's not responding, probably because of that arrow >You most do something quickly

Shout for help, and do not let him pull that arrow out, he needs medical attention quickly and pulling the arrow out will cause more damage.

>Letting him pull out that arrow would be a bad idea, yes, you know that >You know that? >Yes, yes, you know that >You slap away his hands and held them for a moment >His handsome strong hands >You shake your head and shout for, who you suppose is, his friend before taking the arrow and snapping part of it, having that in his chest is for the best but you can't have the arrow dangling around while you move it >"Holy shit Tony!" you hear his friend shout from your right, only to see him point a gun at you "Get your hands out of him you nasty Ushi-oni"

put your hands up and back away (never argue with the man with the gun). Calmly explain that you aren't an ushi-oni, and that you were bow hunting in these woods and accidentally shot his friend and that you both need to get him medical attention quickly.

>You slowly pull your hands out of Tony's chest (his strong and manly chest which you should stop thinking about) and slowly back away putting your hands up in the air >"Look, it was an accident" you tell him as calmly as possible, "I saw a buck, he saw him too, he startled it and we were on opposing sides" You tell him, now figuring out he could have also shot you >"He needs medial attention right now and if you don't put your gun down you'll have to carry him all by yourself" >That last part got him to put his gun down >He still has his finger on the trigger, what horrible trigger discipline >You slowly get closer to Tony and lay your head on his chest >He's still breathing but it's barely audible for you

make a mental note to scold these two on trigger discipline and not wearing hunting vests this time of year innawoods.  But for now saving Tony is all that matters.

>You make that mental not but now you need to get ready to save Tony's life >You consider for a moment just throw him over your back and run as fast as you can until you get to the hospital >You look back and look at all those tiny and not so tiny urticating hairs covering your back >It would be for the best to carry him like a prince(s) instead of making his situation even worst >That makes you blush, but not as much as what you need to do next >You start off taking out your hunting best to which Tony's friend asks "What the fuck are you doing?" >You ignore him and take out the binder before quickly putting back on the vest >Unfortunately he took a good look at your tits >You pick up Tony, your uncomfortably large breasts resting comfortably on his strong chest and get ready to run >"Hey what about me?" Tony asks approaching you and getting ready to jump on your back >You extend one of your orange covered legs to stop him >"Look, if you want to end up in the hospital with the worst rash of your life on your groin then be my guest, if not take that leg warmer and put it around your neck before you get shot too" >He takes that and before he knows it you start running towards the city, leaving a clear path behind you. >It takes you about fifteen minutes to reach the city properly and five to get to the nearest hospital >You caused quite a commotion on your pat there, seen an arachne practically the size of a beetle, a tacky orange one at that, carrying a man can do that >You finally reach the hospital, someone takes Tony from you, the cops are there, they question you, it's all blurry to you. >One of the nurses ask you if you are hurt, and then ask you to leave because you are making people restless >Where do you go?

Home. Be sure to visit Tony ASAP though. Bring some.flowers or.something too.

Head home, drop off your gear and clean yourself up, I'm sure a Tarantula drider in hunting orange with a quiver and bow who smells like the forest is what makes people nervous. Then see if you can find like a card or something, sorry I shot you.

>You head back home, but stop by the local wall-mart for two reasons: it's the only place you know sells this cute "Sorry I shot you" with a hunter and his friend holding a trophy head on the hospital; the second one is that it's basically the only store that can accommodate you >It's still really awkward for you to go there >And while you are roaming the place for something to eat you spot it >The liqueur section has a sale off Baileys >Oh how you hate drinking when you are sad, you make clothing that's all cute and frilly  that only makes you feel more uncomfortable about your size >And you already don't have space in your closet to make more clothing you are not going to wear >The rest of the night it's a blur of fluorescent orange. >You wake up to the smell of freshly cooked liver >Black Widow Friend must be here >She's such good friend you think as you stand up with one hell of a hangover >You notice you are wearing your pajamas and not something frilly and cute >Success you say to yourself >You start going to your kitchen, your apartment is more like an office, with large open spaces separated by rock sheet to accommodate you better >As you approach you hear Black Widow Friend talking with some one, is that Tony's friend? Who's that other voice >Oh Shit! >What do you do?

well you better go out and see whats going on, you aren't a brown recluse are you?

>That's right, you are not a sacredly little brown recluse, you are a strong independent tarantaur afraid of now- >Wait, what' is Tony wearing, is that… is that a florescent orange scarf? a florescent orange silk scarf? >You couldn't, could you? >Oh wait, there it is, the "Sorry I shot you" card you brought. >And you are almost sure who did this, Black Widow Friend, that traitorous little thing >That's it you are going back to bed and hope for them to go away >Except for that part where you almost take down one of the rock sheet walls >"Oh, I think she's awake" You hear Black Widow Friend say "Charlie, do me a favor, look over this, make sure it doesn't burn, I'll go get her, she probably isn't exactly presentable. >You are now Black Widow Friend, your mission is to hook up your friend and not gay Tony

get your friend to come out and meet the person she shot. Make a joke about cupids arrow.

>Yes, yes, formal introducing both would be of the most importance but looking at your friend she is definitely not presentable >She starts talking to you in that sign language only good friends understand, telling her how you saw that "lovely" scarf and the note and took it to give it to him >You don't tell her how you actually wrote your address and name on the back >Fortunately for you he had a very quick recovery and by the time you meet him he was ready to leave the hospital >Now you look over your friend >She's been trying to let her hair grow and right now she is spotting a quite untamable mane >She's only wearing a pajama top and nothing else >You can just present her to them like that, what would they think? >Oh, well, you know what Tony's friend, Charlie would think, but this isn't about Charlie >Now you shove your friend back into her room and start taking some outfits from her closet >Now, what should she wear, something plain and simple or one of those loverly, cute and frilly dresses?

I'd say plain and simple, don't want to over do her on first…well second impressions.

>Oh how you would just love to present her to him wearing some of her best work, but that maybe a bit to much >Luckily for you she has some undergarments that are cute and frilly and he doesn't has to see them >Not like she has any option everything else is covered in florescent orange or Bailey's >You make her wear something simple, a plain skirt and a plain t-shirt >you do your best at taming that mane before shoving her back into the kitchen >"Here's the precious little angel who pierced your hearth" >She blushes >He smiles and lets out a laugh before standing up >Charlie just mutter something about angels and urticating hair.

let them interact for a bit, prod your friend in the right direction from time to time if needed.

>You make your friend "sit" next to Tony >Make your way to the stove and start serving everyone food, small portions for your friend, Diana, so she doesn't try to hide in her plate >Start making small talk with Charlie while Diana is talking with Tony >She's talking about why she was out in the woods >Friend code for "don't talk about the dating site" is successful >Dodged a bullet there >They are now talking about hunting >It was Tony's first hunting trip >Charlie is supposed to be an "expert" >Diana looks over to Charlie >She just pours her anger out on him like a dam breaking >He actually fells out of his chair >Shitshitshit! >Tony's laughing >Wait what? >She's laughing to >Your face when

Start flirting with charlie. There might be a double date in the future if we play our cards right.

>You offer Charlie a hand and a smile >Sure he may be a little tick headed, you did had to explain him at least three times that Diana is not an Ushi-oni >And that you were not going to bite him not unless he wanted it >Besides you are pretty sure you can train him properly >As you talk with him you notice him taking glances at your chitinous hands, specially at your sharp claws >Meanwhile Diana seems to be talking with Tony about archery and all kinds of weapons >She mentions how one friend of hers, a lizardwoman who runs a shotting range, tells her how her silk would make a mean and light body armor

Six months lather:

>Charlie was an ok guy >You both went out for a couple of double dates with Dina and Tony >He was also pretty easy to train >It appears that he was already into been submissive >Perhaps a bit too much for you >You aren't really into pegging that much >Or Oving males >Diana and Tony on the other hand seem to have hit it up quite nicely