She felt incredibly smart for thinking that up and let out a small ahuhu. “I got it!” she said, “Open another bake sale elsewhere in the Hotland! That way, more people will buy more things!” She thought for a few moments and then she smiled widely, her two sharp fangs appearing as she did. I’ll never be able to get those heated limos at this rate, she thought solemnly, all those poor spiders stuck at the Ruins… our clans will never reunite! I need to make more money …but how? A frown crossed her lips and she sighed, her many arms drooping. When the afternoon came, she started looking over the money she and everyone had made so far. With her usual persuasion and “encouragement”, she managed to get some of the monsters to buy her and her friends’ lovely donuts and cider. The only people who came Muffet’s way were some employees and mechanics that worked on some of the more elaborate puzzles and technology in the area. It was a quiet and slow morning like usual. Every spider went to their positions and got out of the way.
“And that should be everything,” Muffet spoke, her voice a sensual, yet eerie whisper, “Now let’s see who comes our way today my friends.” There was a small chorus of excited and creepy ahuhuhus and then a hushed silence. Each small spider lifted the donuts and cider jugs up, one at a time, to their bigger nests just above the cobwebs. She brought them to her smaller spider friends, that had built two webs next to her table, and opened them up. She hummed to herself peacefully as she used her six arms to carry several different boxes and containers of Spider Donuts and Spider Cider towards a table. Most curious was her figure, both very curvaceous, with a large bust and even larger rear, and sensual looking in her form fitting attire. She had gray skin, black hair with an adorable bow in it, leg length black boots, and a cute red dress with puffy shoulders and another dark red bow. It was a female, humanoid looking individual called Muffet. However, the one who led them all was quite bigger than the rest. Rather small and rather cute looking spiders. However, in particular, they were spiders. They were more of the inhuman variety, like pretty much all the citizens of this world.
To be fair, there weren’t many places for them to run the sale without people purposely trying to find a different way around it.Īlso to be very fair, the people in charge of the bake sale weren’t people. It was an unusual place to hold one, not having much foot traffic through that area, but the people running the sale didn’t care. Somewhere in a dark and dreary part of the Hotlands, a little bake sale was about to commence for the day.
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