He swung through the city, and Peter sensed danger nearby, his spider-sense tingling. As the boy got closer, he noticed another superhero fighting a group of burglars on the rooftop of a tall jewel store. The roof was a large, open area bounded by a low wall. The criminals had surrounded the girl, and she was doing her best to fight them off, but he could tell she was tired by her sluggish movements.
"Problems?" Venom asked from inside the boy's mind.
"Seems that we have more action for tonight." Nothing like helping another hero to get to know it. The conversation was always smoother when both had something trying to kill them.
"Easy prey." The alien purred. If she had them, Peter could almost feel her licking her lips in anticipation.
"That is why I want you to restrict my powers as much as you can," Pete asked with a calm tone as he moved.
"What? Why? You don't want to feel the rush of being reunited again?" She sounded . . . offended? Weird, he didn't know she was capable of that.
"They are just common thugs and it seems that I will have some help. It would be overkill to go all out with them."
"And? Let them fear your rage!"She demanded with an impatient tone.
"It's like in a game; if you kill enemies when you're over leveled, you don't get experience. But the rewards for killing at a low level would be enormous!" He made every effort to explain it to her. Peter shared his personal experience.
"I don't get it," she said, confused.
Fine, he needed to be a little more dramatic and warrior-like for her. Peter had read enough martial arts comic books to set a good example.
"Ok what about . . . a man can only grow when facing challenges. Since that is my priority now I must face my limits in order to break them."
"Oh, yes! I get it." She quickly grasped the concept of putting Peter under pressure to improve his abilities.
Spiderman felt resistance all over his body, as if he were moving through thick and viscous liquid. Venom was now clinging to his muscles, making them heavy and bulky. The extra weight made it difficult for him to move his arms and legs while swinging. As he tried to propel forward, it felt like he was moving in slow motion.
With a flip in the air, Peter finally arrived at the rooftop, both legs over the fence bordering the place.
The robbers had untidy hair and hard, chubby faces. They were dressed in dark clothes, with hoodies pulled up over their heads to obscure their heads. The bunch appeared to have been on the wrong side of the law for a long time, with hard, cold eyes and mouths set on in expressive plain lines. They were carrying knives and clubs, and they appeared to know how to use them.
"No guns? Damm, this economy is a mess!" He exclaimed with a cheerful, joking tone.
"Need help with that?!" Spiderman said and took a good look at the woman.
This stranger suit was stunning, with a sleek and powerful design that exuded confidence and strength. The hood, in particular, was adorable. It was mostly white, with black on the bottom and red accents on the inside of her hoodie and arms. Colors shimmered and shifted in the light, creating a dynamic and eye-catching effect.
It appeared to be made of a stretchy material like spandex. The suit moved and flowed like a second layer of skin. It was obvious that it had been created with great care and attention to detail, with intricate web patterns woven throughout its surface.
There was one final detail that caught Peter's attention. God dammit that girl had an amazing ass. Encased on the black part of her spandex, it perfectly highlighted the big but firm shape of the girl's posterior.
"Another spider-themed superhero? Are you my evil male clone or something?" she said, dodging a punch from one of the burglars.
"Nope, 100% original hero from the New York streets." He sprung into action, taking out one burglar with ease by spinning webs around his arms and legs, immobilizing him. The new black strings were free and with the same strength as the old ones.
"Ghost Spider," she said, soaring through the air with a jump and giving a thug a powerful kick in the face.
"Ghost Spider? Is little Timmy alright?" A quick comment before knocking out another thug.
Peter's fists felt heavier than ever, he needed to save energy. Short jabs were more than enough for them.
"What is your name? Something lame like Spiderman?" Ghost Spider shooted a couple of burglars with webs, tying them together.
"Hey! Is catchy! " He dodged a knife that was coming right to his liver. It wouldn't do a lot of damage but still, evading attacks was always better than blocking them.
"My love, focus on the fight!" Venom screamed at him. She seemed worried about the handicap.
"Sorry!" After they were done, there would be time for flirting.
The burglars were no match for the combined skills and abilities. They were tough, but the duo was tougher, and they quickly dispatched them. Ghost Spider slipped past their defenses, landing punch after punch. Peter simplified her job by entangling them in sticky webs and making the thugs easy targets for his companion.
He couldn't help but be impressed by Ghost Spider's skill and determination as they fought. Despite the fatigue and danger, she was a formidable opponent, and the girl was not afraid to take on anyone who stood in her way. They made a good team together.
"A good mate, strong genes," Venom whispered.
"Gonna admit, I like a girl that can kick ass," Peter confessed. Lucky for him, this universe was filled with that kind of gal.
They battled with all their might, each determined to bring those criminals to justice and protect the city. As they fought, the sound of fists and feet hitting flesh filled the air, along with the stench of sweat. Ghost Spider was a blur of motion, thanks to her lean and petite frame. Peter's reflexes assisted him in keeping up with her, but the symbiote's limiter made it difficult.
After what seemed like an eternity, the burglars were all knocked out and tied in their webs. He and the girl were panting slightly. The rooftop was a shambles, with debris and broken weapons all over it.
"Thanks for the assist." Ghost let out a loud sigh, catching her breath.
"You are welcome, better talk in another place since the police would want to ask us a lot of questions." With this little training done, it was Peter's chance to get some action with someone that wasn't made out of goo.
"Yea, I forgot my ID in my other suit." She let out a small laugh.
They swing off into the night, nodding to each other, ready to continue this conversation in a more private setting. As private as it gets in New York.
The rooftop where they arrived was a desolate and dirty place, covered in grime and filth. There was an overpowering smell, a mixture of rotting trash, and the pungent aroma of stale urine. Not the most romantic site but it was one of the quietest.
Its surface was rough and uneven, with loose gravel and broken pieces of concrete strewn about. As they landed in the perilous terrain, the air was cold and a thin layer of sweat coated the boy's skin.
The soles of his new suit crunched against the debris as he walked, sending clouds of dust and dirt into the air. Noxious odors of decay and neglect filled Peter's nostrils.
"Next time, I must invite her to Central Park." He was a little worried that the place would kill the mood.
"You have like 5 to select," Venom chimed in.
Despite the cold and grime, the boy couldn't help but feel awe and wonder as he gazed out over the cityscape. The buildings reached up into the sky, appearing to touch the clouds. This rooftop, however, remained a forgotten and forsaken place, a dirty and desolate wasteland, even in this place of beauty and grandeur.
For a second Peter wondered if things would even return to normal.
"So, is your web natural or artificial?" The boy asked. Not the best start but Peter had zero experience flirting with girls.
"What kind of question is that?" She answered with a teasing tone, getting near him.
"Sorry, first time talking to another spider-themed superhero!" He apologized with an exaggerated tone.
She chuckled.
"Artificial, I made my web shooters myself," Ghost Spider said with a natural tone.
Peter raised an eyebrow, strong and smart? Just like him.
"Same!" The boy said but then the girl became more suspicious, creating some distance between the two.
"Wait, did you also get your power from being bitten by a spider?" She asked, curious.
"Yes!" That hit too close to come just to be a coincidence.
"So you are my alternative self from another reality!" She pointed a finger at Peter.
Fuck, he was so narcissistic that his own clone made him horny? He didn't need that now.
"Wait, do you know who aunt May is?" Peter, asked just to confirm. There was suspicion now, that voice sounded familiar but he couldn't find out from where.
"Peter's aunt? Why are . . .oh . . ." The girl's legs started to shake. She changed into someone else; the woman who had fought those burglars with ferocious determination was now a bundle of nerves.
"Peter?" She asked, her voice cracking.
It slammed into him like a bucket of ice water. Peter's eyes widened and a shiver ran down his spine.
"Wait . . . Gwen?" Both removed their masks without hesitation.
It was stupid and dangerous. That glimmer of hope, however, was enough to make those two exhausted teenagers forget about their secret identities.
Gwen was there! It had to be her! He recognized the heart-shaped face, full lips, and big, blue eyes. The makeup, which included lipstick, eyeshadow, and mascara, was the first new thing Peter noticed.
Then there was her hair, which was different from the long blonde mane she used to have. Gwen's new look appears to be styled with a shorter length on the sides and back of the head, with a longer top section. The sides and back of the head were shaved. The top blonde section of hair was combed over the right shoulder. Overall, the girl's blond undercut hairstyle was a bold and edgy look that drew attention to her face and gave her appearance a touch of personality. She never cared about her hair that much before.
Three stainless steel earrings ran along the edge of her earlobe on one ear. In addition, the girl had a barbell piercing on her brow, a small metal bar with a bead on each end. Gwen also had a tongue piercing, a small hole with a metal stud inserted through it.
Peter had medium-length brown hair that was tousled and expressive blue eyes. The boy had a dimpled chin and a slightly angular jawline. He was clean-shaven, with no trace of a beard.
They didn't say anything; instead, they stood paralyzed for a few seconds, like a pair of deers about to be hit by a car.
As the two friends approached each other, they couldn't believe how long it had been since they had seen each other. The duo embraced, tears welled up in their eyes, and they gripped each other tightly as if they didn't want to let go.
"I can't believe it's really you," Gwen said, her voice thick with emotion.
"It's been too long," Peter replied, his own voice choking with tears.
They stood there for what seemed like an eternity, holding each other and reveling in the joy of finally being reunited. The teenagers hadn't seen each other in a long time, and so much had changed in that time. But as they hugged, all of the distance and time seemed to vanish.
Finally, they drew back and smiled at each other through their tears.
"I've missed you so much," Gwen said.
"I've missed you too," Peter whispered, still smiling.
They hugged once more, determined to make up for lost time and never let go.
"So . . . I guess I die in your universe right?" Gwen asked, looking Peter straight in the eyes. She didn't even mind the strange suit that undid the mask around the boy's face like it was made of hundreds of tiny tentacles.
"Yep." It was her, his first big mistake.
"I can't believe it . . . is just . . . "
When she was about to recover from the emotional shock a slimy voice began to speak.
"Kiss her now and mate with her," Venom asked with a deep feminine tone. Almost as if she was breathing in the boy's ear.
All of his sexual fantasies about Gwen surfaced from the depths of his memory. Each time the boy jack off thinking of his best friend became a vivid memory.
It all began with innocent fantasies, like missionary position on their wedding night. Then it became a little riskier, sex after their first date, possibly a blowjob or Peter eating her pussy. When he got his web, things got a bit interesting, and the boy started fantasizing about bondage and other rough types of sex. Dirtier ones, such as anal, pet play, and even breeding, became more common.
Peter dreamed about having Gwen as his personal slut, cum dump, and whore every night as he bred her over and over. Satisfying his sadistic desires, and she would love every minute of it.
The thought of going all out while she was bound and screaming for more always gave him an erection.
However, when she died, everything turned to dust. Those smut fantasies turned to ashes, and just thinking about them made Peter sick. Now? They were brought back to the surface with even more force.
"What? No! Why I should . . ."
He was hit by a massive and painful boner. In an instant, the boy's new colossal dick became fully erect. Huge and throbbing, it slid down between Gwen's meaty thighs. It was already crying precum, begging to be buried in that girl's slit.
"Peter what is that?!" Gwen asked, alarmed but unable to break the hug.
"You want to do it, my love, I can feel it in your heart."
He could feel the symbiote boiling his brain with various aphrodisiacs. Giving the boy an animalist rut unlike any other. Enough to completely eliminate any feelings of shame or shyness. Peter's body desired to mate, breed, and fuck right now.
"But . . ."
The boy's vision started to blur. She had such a nice body and the stench of sweat around her only made her more erotic. He wanted to spank that huge ass, to feel that tongue piercing massaging his lower head and see Gwen's holes gaping with his spunk.
"You want to let this opportunity go? You have her back, make her your own, and never let her go."
Then an epiphany stabbed him in the brain. With Venom, he got a taste of how pleasurable sex could be. It would be extremely cruel of him not to share this gift with her.
"Take her, now."