These things are actually kinda terrifying.

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>>30810645
ok.

>>30810645
What were they going to do with her?

>>30811066
wrap her up in webbing.
Inject her with digestive enzymes, wait a while, then suck out the nutrients.

Alternatively, they might lay eggs under her skin that'll hatch and eat her from the inside out. But horses are very very hot blooded, so the eggs might not develop properly. Except maybe in the ears.

>>30810645
These fuckers are terrifyingly able with their web-shooting it seems.

>You knew it was a bad idea to go on the camping trip after all.
>You granny warned you not to go during flyder season.
>Your brother warned you.
>Applejack warned you, going so far as to lock away your camping gear in an attempt to keep you from leaving.
>You remember the tears of rage stinging in your eyes when you yelled at her, screaming about what an awful sister she was until your voice was gone.
>She just kept smiling at you, letting you scream yourself hoarse with tears running down her cheeks, leaving wet streaks in her coat of her face.
>It didn't matter, in the end.
>You snuck out early the next morning, meeting up with Scootaloo and Sweety Belle at the crack of dawn to leave for the camping grounds.
>All three of you had been warned of the dangers - knowing full well that the winged pests your sister told you about were no laughing matter - yet you all chose to ignore them.
>All of you felt that the time you would spend together over the next couple of days was well worth the risk, what with your mutual adventures growing less and less frequent since the three of you got your cutie marks.
>You needed the time, to just go back to how things were before, to leave the world behind for just a few days and groom your friendship.
>To remember what it felt like to be Cutie Mark Crusaders.
>The chance of actually running into the ghastly things was small enough, inconsequential enough, that none of you actually thought twice.
>Pain shoots up your spine as the confining layers of web pull in tighter around your body, leaving you less and less room to move and struggle.
>To breathe.
>As if trapped in a snake’s deadly embrace, you can feel your restrictions closing in with every breath you take.
>You’re on the ground, covered in sticky, flexible and unbreakable webs from head to toe, the angry buzzing of the swarm in your ears setting your teeth on edge with its high frequency pitch.

>>30811252
>On the edge of your shrinking field of vision you can make out the two baggy, sickly wet cocoons you saw Scoots and Sweety disappear in earlier, the struggling from within by now alarmingly absent.
>You feel the sensation of the last of your breath leaving your lungs, the crushing force from the webs preventing you from taking another as your vision finally fades to black.
>The last thing your oxygen-deprived, adrenaline-soaked brain shows you before the world stops existing is the image of your crying sister, listening to you screaming and cursing at her for forbidding you to go camping.
>You hope you can apologize to her someday.

>>30811252
>>30811262
this isn't rape

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>>30810645

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I am sad that the spiders aren't just regular bees. And Applejack's ass is prime for stinging.

>Applejack is tied in web.
>Suddenly, admist the chaos, a hive of bees was disturbed.
>The swarm scouts and aims for Applejack's exposed ass. Her plump, but toned cheeks are a large and soft target.
>The bees unsheathe their stingers and dive to bury it in her rump.

inb4 Badumsquish makes a Flyder pony

>>30810645
That's a weird way to say arousing OP