Author's note:

Hi! Incase someone who read some of my other stuff sees this, I deeply apologize for not continuing my other works. I'm having issues with Gravity Falls… And I don't think I could stand another visit to that little universe. Anyway, I'm going to try my hand at some… Less than noble Undertale fiction. So buckle up! This story will contain some darker themes, bondage, and a tiny bit (a lot) of rape, so turn your innocent little eyes away now if you're uncomfortable! Male Frisk X Muffet.

Chapter 1

"You can't possibly expect me to believe that can you?" Muffet stood, two pairs of arms crossed over her chest, looking down at Frisk with skepticism , "After all the gold you've collected you can't possibly be too poor to buy a donut."

Frisk shrugged, pulling his pockets inside out, "I am! Honest, I spent it all on ice cream!" He beamed proudly, showing his pack which was stuffed to the brim with nicecream, "I may have bought too much… Would you like some?" He held one up to Muffet smiling.

Muffet raised a brow, taking the treat and sighing, "I see… You don't think very hard on your decisions do you?" She asked as she gently opened up the package.

Frisk shook his head, smiling cutely, as he idly sucked on his nicecream, "Nope! Life's more fun when you do things off the top of your head." He gently rummaged through his pack smiling, as Muffet chuckled quietly to herself. She liked the boy. Even though he seemed quite naive, he was generous, and ever so cute.

She watched him as he hummed to himself and sat down, obviously not minding the fact he was in a gigantic spider web, "So, Frisk was it? You don't seem all too… off put by me. Why is that?"

Frisk shrugged, finishing his nicecream, "You seem nice. I mean, you are kinda scary, but that's okay. As long as you don't try to hurt me, I think we could be friends." He smiled again, crossing his legs, probably planning on staying with Muffet for a while. She wasn't surprised, he must be a little tired from his journey recently.

Muffet tilted her head, smiling. He was quite adorable, with his almost complete ignorance to just how terrifying this situation should be. She sat as well, daintily nibbling on her ice cream, and smirking as Frisk hummed a tune, "Friends hm… Ahuhuhu~ I suppose that would be alright."

Frisk nodded, yawning quietly, "So Muffet, can I ask you a question?"

Muffet nodded curiously, "Sure. What would you like to know dearie?"

Frisk looked over at her, "Are all these little spiders your babies?" He asked with perfect innocence in his voice.

Muffet laughed, quickly covering her mouth, and smiling, "Ahuhuhu~ No no, dearie. They're more like... relatives." She smiled and pet a spider that had snuggled up to her. The spider squeaked happily before wandering over to Frisk.

Frisk however, stiffened as the spider approached him, "Ah... Ahaha... Um hi, little guy?" He scooted back from the spider, a look of fear in his eyes.

Muffet looked over at his sudden discomfort, confused, "What's the matter dearie? I thought spiders didn't bother you."

Frisk laughed nervously, gently shooing the spider away, "I- I never said that. I'm a-actually quite… sc-scared. Not that I don't like you! I just um... I have a little bit of a ph-phobia." He smiled uneasily, and the little spider went to do his spider things elsewhere.

Muffet giggled again, smiling a small wicked smile, "Ahuhu~ a phobia? Of spiders?" She scooted closer, "A phobia of me?"

Frisk swallowed, instinctively leaning back a little, "Uh-uh-umm... I suppose?" His eyes darted around, looking her over. She was sitting only about a foot in front of him, one pair of hands were at her sides, another in her lap, and another supported her chin. She was smiling, her fangs poking out from inside her mouth.

Muffet used one of her hands to slide some hair away from his face, "Oh, don't be scared. Spiders only bite when they're hungry, or threatened. And you're far too cute to be threatening." She looked into his eyes, her wicked smile never faltering.

Frisk's eyes were full of fear, and uncertainty, "O-oh, ok. I think I sh-should be going." He reached over to his pack, but Muffet grabbed his wrist gently, and she tilted her head at him.

"So soon dearie? We haven't even had tea yet!" She stood and led him deeper into the spidery cave.

Frisk resisted feebly, too scared to effectively fight back, "I-it's really nice of you to i-invite me and all, but I really should be g-going." He tugged away gently, and took a few steps back.

Muffet turned to him and frowned, "Come now, I'm sure you can stay for a cup of tea. Some cider perhaps?" She stepped closer to him, using a hand to cup the side of his face.

Frisk flinched at the touch, taking another step back, "Th-thanks, but I promised I'd go see some friends today. I- I nee-"

Muffet cut him off with a quick kiss, and she grabbed his wrist more firmly this time, "I insist~"

Muffet then dragged a furiously blushing Frisk into an oddly well kept kitchen. Pink and purple seemed to be Muffet's favorite colors, as most of the room was covered in candy colored drapery and cloth. She let go of his wrist and motioned for him to sit, "Take a seat my dear, I'll get you some cider."

Frisk, still blushing, decided not to argue, 'It's just cider right? Have a cup, then you can go home Frisk.' He thought to himself, as he sat down in one of the chairs, "Ok... Thank you."

Muffet brought two cups of warm cider to the table, smiling as she set one of them in front of Frisk, "Of course dearie. Now drink up, tell me what you think."

Frisk nodded, and sipped it. It was warm, and somewhat sweet, but tasted very odd for a cider. It had some odd, tangy aftertaste, "It's... It's sweet."

Muffet smiled, sipping her own cider, "So I take it you like the drink? I put some extra love into this batch, Ahuhuhu~"

Frisk didn't like that last giggle. He cleared his throat quietly, nodding to her, "Yeah... It's really good. Thank you, again."

Muffet finished her own cider, nodding and smiling, "Of course dearie. I'm always happy to take in a new friend." She tilted her head now, "Are you feeling alright? You look flustered,"

Frisk didn't know what she was talking about at first. He felt fine. But then he felt the heat rising to his face, and his heart began to beat faster. He seemed confused, but then some clarity came to his eyes, "You p-put something in my drink. W-what was it?"

A wicked smile crawled across Muffet's face, "Oh it was nothing dearie. Just a mild aphrodisiac."

'I really hate spiders,' He thought. His entire body felt heavy, also his face and... Sensitive regions, began to heat up intensely, "I-I-I sh-should really be g-going now."

He stood up, gently setting his cup down, and pushing his chair back. He grunted quietly as his member began to press into his pants, 'No, Frisk control yourself!'

He felt a few hands squeeze his shoulders in reassurance, "Come now Frisk," She leaned down and whispered in his ear, "I won't bite too hard~"

Frisk pulled away, more roughly this time, "Look I-I'm... I don't want to... I've never done anything like this." He looked rather sheepish, turning back to Muffet.

She made a kind of pout face, "You don't think I'm pretty enough for your first time?" She smirked, draping four of her arms over his shoulders. The last pair slowly wrapped around his waist.

Frisk blushed even brighter, the bulge in his pants growing more and more noticeable, "N-N-No! You're... Very attractive, i-it's just, I don't- AGH!" He was cut off as Muffet suddenly gripped his ass. He automatically tried to move away from the touch, making him thrust himself forward right into Muffet's waiting body.

Muffet laughed, wrapping him up in a hug, and pulling him in close to her, "Oh! Feeling Frisk-y already? Ahuhuhu~"

Frisk would have laughed, had the pun come from Sans, and his junk not been rubbing against the pelvis of a rather attractive spider woman, "Ah! I-I-I d-d-don't, AH!"

He tried to pull back, but Muffet held him against her, giggling like a mad woman. Her arms remained wrapped around him, and her hands started to fiddle with his wrists, "Fun fact; spider silk is, pound for pound, stronger than steel. Isn't that interesting dearie?"

She let Frisk go, but he soon realized she had also bound his hands behind his back. He struggled against his silky bindings, grunting in frustration, "Y-you fucking bitch!"

Muffet now smiled evilly, her fangs gleaming, "Such vulgar words from such a sweet boy. It makes me wonder what else lies under your adorable outer shell."

Frisk grunted more, thrashing his shoulders, "W-what do you want? Why're you d-doing this?"

Muffet giggled, licking her lips almost unnoticeably, "I just wanted to have some fun with my new friend. Is that so much to ask?"

He struggled even more, starting to make a move for the exit, "N-no! You're insane!"

Muffet stepped closer, grabbing him by the back of his neck roughly. She leaned down to his ear hissing, "It would not be wise to insult me, my little Frisk."

His struggling died off quickly as her clawed hand dug into his neck. He whimpered, gritting his teeth against the pain, "J-just let me go! Please..."

Her wicked smile never shrunk or faltered. It'd been a long time since she'd had someone to play with, and she wasn't about to just let it go to waste. She only giggled in response to Frisk, and she scooped him up into her multitude of arms, carrying him into the next room.

Muffet tossed Frisk into the sea of pink and purple sheets that was her bed. He landed face first with an oof, and he began to thrash in an attempt to turn over and get up. But just as he went to sit up, Muffet was on top of him, using a pair of arms to hold his shoulders to the bed, "That's right, keep struggling dearie. It's much more fun when they fight back~"

Frisk made some frustrated sounds as he tried to push back against her, "Let me go! You eight legged piece of- GAH!"

Muffet cut him off by grabbing his erection through his pants. She leaned down close to him, her hot breath sliding across his face as she said, "You're not leaving anytime soon, my little pet~"

Frisk clenched his eyes shut, biting his bottom lip as Muffet stroked him. Her clawed fingers traced up and down, as another hand started to unzip his pants, "Don't tell me you're not enjoying this my little one. Because your friend here says otherwise. Ahuhu~"

He shook his head, doing his best to contain himself, to ignore just how amazing her hands felt on him. But it was too much, his cock was already solid, painfully pushing against the zipper of his pants. Until of course Muffet pulled them down from around his waist, along with his blue boxers.

Frisk so desperately wished he could reach down and pull his pants back up, cover himself. He wanted to throw Muffet off and go have ice cream with Papyrus and Undyne. He wanted anything but this to be happening really, "M-Muffet! S-stop please! I can't... I don't want-"

Muffet looked up at him, tilting her head. Her hands however, began to gently tug and jerk on his cock, "You can't what my little Frisky?"

He whimpered, but did his best to talk, "I- I can't-Nng- D-do this with you. I wanted to... T-to-Ah!- To… n-not do this!"

She frowned, and still toying with him, slithered back up closer to his face, "I promise I'll be gentle... At first. Just enjoy yourself dearie."

Frisk wanted to protest, he wanted to angrily attack her. He wanted nothing more than to hit her with all his might in that moment. But he couldn't. He couldn't move, he could barely roll his shoulders let alone fight back against Muffet, who was going to do as she pleased, despite anything he said. He bit his lip. At the very least he wouldn't give her the satisfaction of him making the slightest sound.

However, Muffet had other ideas. She suddenly sped up her rubbing, and giggled as he already came close to breaking his silence, "Oh, you're trying to resist me? How adorable~"

She bit her lip, looking up at the pained expression on Frisk's face with evil glee. Nothing came close to the evil pleasure this gave her. The passion that was pumping through her veins, the tingle in her lower stomach. God she was enjoying this, and it hadn't even really started yet! Her heart leapt in excitement, as the butterflies in her stomach began to flutter lower.

Muffet stopped stroking, to which Frisk heaved out a heavy breath he'd been holding. Muffet slithered up to his face, and draped her legs over his hips, "Are you ready for more dearie? Ahuhuhu~"

Frisk started to shake his head, swallowing. His face was bright red, and his breathing came in ragged gasps, "J-just stop. Y-you've had your fun!"

Muffet pouted, her many eyes doing their best to lock onto his. Her lips were still curled into a small wicked smile, and her hands were roaming all over his chest and his sides, "It appears to me that you've been having all the fun you greedy greedy boy."

Frisk, suddenly bucked his hips, in an attempt to knock Muffet off of him. In reality, he just slapped his cock against her, and she bounced into the air about 6 inches, She giggled, "That's the spirit! Ahuhuhu~"

She kissed him, her long pointed tongue forcing it's way past his lips. Her hands suddenly tore at his shirt, ripping the fabric into little bits as she withdrew from her kiss for a moment, "Now be a good pet, and do as I say. Got it?"

Her voice had a sharp edge to it, and something more dangerous than just lust flashed through her eyes as she loomed over him. A pair of her hands pushed down on his shoulders painfully, and the other pair slid behind him. Frisk looked up at her, renewed fear in his eyes, "I-I got it!"

Muffet snickered, having removed the bonds from his hands. Frisk thought she might be setting him free, before she roughly forced his arms above his head, holding him by his wrists. She held him there, and used her lowest pair of arms to bind his feet to the bed. She leaned down and chomped onto his neck, her teeth leaving red indents into his skin, but not drawing blood.

Frisk yelped, "Th-that hurts!"

Muffet only smirked in response to this, as she bit harder. Her lowest four arms roamed all over his body, with one of them idly toying with his cock. His pained expression was gold. Her own crotch began to grow warm, some moisture dampening her panties.

Frisk, bit his lip, trying his hardest to block everything out, pretend none of this was happening. No, there wasn't anyone on top of him. No, there was nothing toying with him. And he was not afraid of spiders. No, he wasn't scared, no he wasn't, no he wasn- "Stop it! Stop stop!"

He tried to flail, he writhed and struggled against his bindings, to no avail. Muffet simply bit down harder, her fangs sinking into his neck, and a small trickle of warm red fluid dripped onto the sheets. His loud yelp encouraged Muffet to stroke faster, and use another free hand to rip the crotch out of her panties. There was no time to waste, and she had a million pairs just like them. Her light purple flesh lead to her pink slit, and she pulled off of Frisk gently, "Y-you taste delicious~"

Frisk panted, whimpering quietly, "P-please… n-no more…" He plead, chest heaving as a bead of sweat dripped down his forehead. This was all so much for a virgin! So rough, so violent, so… so spidery. He opened his wide, wet, begging eyes in an attempt to appeal to her mercy. But as a spider, Muffet was so used to this look from her prey.

She leaned down, gently kissing his cheek, "Not a chance~" She whispered into his ear as her hips came down on him. His cock went in with ease, and Muffet couldn't help but allow her tongue to loll out to the side. Frisk however squealed out loudly, whimpering after a moment, "M-monster…"

Muffet ignored his insult, as she slowly raised up, before coming back down. Every inch of flesh that she could rub against, she rubbed. Her eyes rolled back into her head a little, her gleeful smile contorting her face into that of an excited school girl, "F-Frisk! S-such a… lovely toy~"

Frisk was laying there, holding back tears. This was wrong. Wrong in so many ways…

…

Then why did it feel so good?

Frisk panted, his cock twitching involuntarily. His face was flushed bright red, and his eyes were big and watery, "I-I'm… not… not yours…" He said, mustering up his last little bits of dignity. Muffet looked down slowly, that dangerous edge, now having migrated to her eyes instead of her voice. She leaned down, her fangs dripping a few drops of saliva onto his face. She only stopped about an inch from his face, all of her eyes locking with his, "You're going to break for me Frisk."

He suddenly steeled up, his heart pounding in anger. His wet eyes filled with… determination.

"Try me."

End Note!

Hey! Hope anyone who read got some kind of sick kick out of it. If you did, please leave a review! I do hope you'd like to see this scene continued! Until the next post, you'll be stuck with this little cliffhanger here.

Sorry~

Doctor How