“You turn me back right this instant!” You fume.
“I cannot, for I am not an evil enchantress,” explains Prince Horseplace. “But my bargain is true!”
Reluctantly, you must believe him. He makes well to his word and takes you back to his kingdom. There, he showers you in goods and affection. You are wed over the most expensive wedding ever, even more than digests about whatsherpinkface.
You live out your spider days in the crotch of richness. You no longer have need of a cutie mark, but if you did have one, it would be for best decision making.
VICTORY!