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What If: Whence Came the Spider - Chapter 2 By Bill Hart I am Uatu. Welcome back friends. I am - as you all are no doubt aware - known more simply as the Watcher. It is my sole function to watch and observe what happens here. I have taken a solemn vow to do nothing else save observe. From my hidden domicile on the farside of the solitary moon of this blue gem simply called Earth that circles the rather ordinary and otherwise insignificant Type G star known as Sol, I watch events unfold across the infinite vastness of the timeless multiverse. Even I must admit that I have always been fascinated with the wide diversity that is the planet Earth across the countless planes of the multiverse. There is simply no other known world that comes close to comparing with it. But you know all of that already. During your last visit, we had been observing the life of an alternate Peter Parker. It was, for the most part, a life not so much different than any of the other Peter Parkers, who, in their own particular aspects of the multiverse, are better known to others as the Amazing Spider-Man. In that world into which we were observing, as in all those others, Peter Parker lived with his Aunt May and Uncle Ben. He'd been sent to live with them after his parents had been tragically killed under odd circumstances in an overseas plane crash. Peter was, has always been, a remarkably brilliant young man. But brilliant young men like Peter typically had problems. They were not generally numbered among those thought popular among their high school peers. In this, Midtown High in suburban Forest Hills, New York was no exception to that rule. The poor young lad was teased and tormented endlessly. He had few, if any, friends to speak of. And then, there was that lone spider, which, much like Peter, had simply had the misfortune of being in the wrong place at the wrong time. In her final dying gasp, the massively irradiated spider had sunk her fangs into Peter's hand. Just as had happened in countless other aspects of the multiverse, her painful bite had imbued young Peter Parker with both the proportionate strength and agility of her kind. As so many other of his alternate selves did in their own aspects, Peter fought Crusher Hogan and won with unimaginable ease. He then appeared on the Ed Sullivan show. However, he also failed to stop that petty thief, who would, only a few days later, murder his Uncle Ben. Those never-to-be-forgotten words of his wise uncle, "With great power came great responsibility," still echo in the minds of every Peter Parker across the vastness of the multiverse. It was at this point in time that our story began its divergence from the vast majority of all the others. Following the speedy capture of that thief who was also Uncle Ben's murderer, the guilt-wracked Peter suffered through a restless and fitful night of peculiar dreams and endless thrashing. And once the light of morning finally arrived, Peter very quickly discovered that its proportionate strength and agility weren't the only things he'd gained as a result of the dying spider's bite. She had also imbued him with her gender. In addition to his overnight change of sex, Peter had also gained the power to mesmerize others. She had instinctively used her new power to convince Aunt May that her nephew Peter had gone to Minnesota for a lengthy visit with Ben's brother. And since her own parents had been concerned about May staying alone, she, May's niece Pamela Parker, had been sent to live with her until Peter returned. But Pamela Parker had a mind that was totally her own. As her interests kept steadily diverging from those of Peter, she became increasingly determined to take full control of their shared body she now considered her own. Most importantly, she'd been accepted by those who could have never accepted her as Peter. Following a night of mindless pleasure with Flash Thompson, she'd finally taken total and complete mental control as Peter's shattered mind sought its own safe refuge elsewhere. The following morning, in a manner so very typical of arachnids, young Pamela had dealt very swiftly with Flash Thompson. It is at this point that our story now continues. *** It was simply a wonderful morning, as far as Pamela Parker was concerned. How could it possibly be anything else? As she stretched her arms, she felt so marvelously alive. The spray of cold water from the showerhead made her nipples stiffen and go all tingly. It made her feel utterly fantastic. This shower was just as restorative and energizing now as it had been that very first time. She still found it difficult to believe that her dull former male self Peter had discovered, even if by accident, something so sensually invigorating. Just taking a shower was a fabulously stimulating experience for her. In Pamela's mind, the feelings it invoked rivaled having sex. Well, almost anyway. She could very easily stay in the shower all day long. And she might have actually done so if she hadn't had several other things in need of getting done. But if not all day, she could certainly stay in the shower for a little while longer. *** The old man was quite pleased with himself. After several years of long hard work, the last few having eaten away what little money he'd managed to save, he'd finally succeeded with his work. Very few people, especially his former crooked business partner who had cheated him out of nearly everything, had thought he'd ever succeed. However, his new electromagnetic harness made that old bulky prototype he'd initially developed just another extinct dinosaur by comparison. He'd already designed and made the perfect costume to complement his new harness. No one would ever know how he was capable of doing what they would soon see him do. Very soon now he'd show that thief Gregory Bestman, as well as the rest of the disbelieving world, that Adrian Toomes was not a man with whom anyone could trifle. *** J. Jonah Jameson, publisher and editor-in-chief of the influential 'Daily Bugle', glowered at the reporter cowering in front of him. "What do you mean? How could that Spider-Man character have just disappeared?" he snarled, while chewing on the end of his cigar. Jonah had only moments earlier finished typing up his latest scathing editorial declaring the masked man a menace to the entire world. The reporter shuddered. "I don't have the slightest idea what could have happened, Mr. Jameson," he replied. "But that's the word going out all over the street. Nobody knows where he went; he just up and disappeared. I just thought you should know, sir." "What makes you think I didn't know that already?" snapped Jonah, knowing he must at all times keep his employees towing the line. After all, this was his newspaper. All of these people here worked for him. For J. Jonah Jameson, it was totally unacceptable for any people working for him to think they knew something he didn't. "I'm sorry, sir. I just assumed you didn't know, Mr. Jameson," replied the reporter nervously. "Keeping you up to date on these things is one of the reasons I'm on your payroll, sir." "If that's the case, I'm probably paying you way too much," snarled Jonah. "Now get out of here and don't come sniveling back until you have some real news that I can use sell newspapers." "Yes, sir, Mr. Jameson." The reporter hustled out of the office. His latest encounter with the boss had fortunately turned out better than he might have hoped. At least he still had his job for which, even if it was working for that miserable old skinflint of a tyrant, he was thankful. The publisher rose from his chair and began pacing the floor. With each new turn he growled, "I knew it! I just knew it!" With that miserable wallcrawler suddenly gone missing, Jonah couldn't use his just completed editorial. In Jonah's mind, that would be a very bad move from a public relations standpoint. "Not only is this Spider-Man character a total menace, but he's clearly a masked coward as well." But J. Jonah Jameson hadn't got where he was without knowing a thing or two about how the public thought. And he was thoroughly convinced, the public would want to know how someone, who was clearly no where around, could possibly be any kind of menace. "I certainly wouldn't want to make that cowardly masked menace a martyr." By now, J. Jonah Jameson was on one of his patented rolls. It didn't make any difference to him that there was no one else in his office to hear what he had to say on the subject. "Clearly, this Spider-Man must have heard I was just about to expose him for the utter fraud he was. He knew he could never fight against me and hope to win. No one ever beats J. Jonah Jameson. That must be why he's run off to hide in the hills with his little spider tail hanging between his legs." Jonah paused for a moment. "We're much better off now that's he gone. How can anyone possibly trust someone who keeps his face hidden behind a mask?" And yet, even though this Spider-Man menace was apparently no longer an issue, Jonah decided he should hang on to his editorial for a while. Even if it were nothing more than a bunch of words on a piece of paper now, it was a good piece of work and he just might still need it later. One never knew. This little disappearing act might just be some insidious ploy on the part of that Spider-Man character to make him look bad. Nobody ever made J. Jonah Jameson look bad. Besides, you had to get up pretty early in the morning just to try and pull the wool over J. Jonah Jameson's eyes. There was weak knock on Jonah's office door. "Who's there?" he growled. He just hated being interrupted. And that made him wonder anew why he'd allowed Betty Brant to take the whole day off. The door cracked open just wide enough for the publisher to see another of his underachieving 'Bugle' reporters. "What do you want now, Foswell?" he bellowed. "Just wanted to let you know there's nothing new on the Flash Thompson disappearance, Mr. Jameson. The police seem to be more puzzled than normal." "Flash who?" snarled Jonah. "Flash Thompson," repeated the reporter. "He's that high school boy who disappeared a few days ago." "I remember reading about that. He's that missing football player from Midtown High," replied Jonah. "He's a pretty good athlete, but he's definitely not in the same league as my son John." Why were they all constantly bothering him with this piddly stuff when he had a newpaper to publish? "Keep working on it, Foswell. Let me know when you come up with something we can actually use." "Yes, sir, Mr. Jameson," replied the reporter as he shut the door. But once he sat back down in his chair, a strange thought crossed Jonah's mind. If this Spider-Man character and this Thompson boy had both been missing for a few days, then... No, that couldn't possibly be anything but mere coincidence. What could he have been thinking? There was simply no way that any dumb high school kid like this Flash Thompson could possibly be Spider-Man. *** Following her shower, Pamela Parker was feeling quite pleased with herself. It had been several days since she'd last heard anything out of Peter. Her wonderful evening with Flash had apparently been too much for his mind. She wasn't entirely convinced that any of his faint whimperings actually counted for anything. She was certain she'd heard the last from him. Very clearly, this body was all hers now. She'd also made a decision to resume the secret life of her now departed former male self. Doing that was simply in her best interests. Pamela had no fear of her secret being discovered by anyone. Unlike poor pathetic Peter, she could easily take care of herself. Even though Maxie Shiffman had sounded a little dubious when she'd talked to him over the phone, there were simply neither doubts nor reservations in Pamela's mind about her becoming the new and vastly improved Amazing Spider-Woman. She'd considered calling herself Spider-Girl, but had finally decided Spider-Woman would command more respect. Her secret life as an entertainer would also pay those nagging bills of which she and Aunt May had more than enough to go around. Best of all, all of it was very clearly in line with her destiny. On top of everything else, very soon now, she would no longer be alone in the world. Nor would she still remain in any way unique. As Pamela looked down at the hardened eggcase made of her webbing, she couldn't help but feel somewhat anxious about the life within it. This was still all so very new to her. However, it wasn't merely the idea of her becoming a mother for the first time that made her feel so nervous. There might still be a few problems later. She simply didn't know how much of her Flashy poo would still remain once their daughter was born. Flash Thompson had been alive - life was an absolute necessity for the process now taking place within the cocoon - when she'd deposited the ovum he'd fertilized during their lovemaking onto his bared flesh. Even then, she'd somehow known that the final hardening of the sac made of her webbing actually signaled a new beginning, not an end, for Flash Thompson. Within the eggcase, Flash and the ovum would fuse through an alternating cycle of divisions and absorptions into a single being. And once they were fused together as one, that new combination would undergo a slow and deliberate metamorphosis that was entirely dictated by her new genetic code. Even though Pamela had retained all of Peter Parker's useful skills and scientific knowledge, she had no clear idea what, if in fact any, knowledge Flash Thompson would pass on to their daughter. Flash certainly had been nothing like Peter. His skills had definitely been specialized in a totally different area. But she'd simply have to wait until her daughter finally hatched to find out what she was like. She really had no other choice in the matter. *** In the sky over the unsuspecting city, a new menace had appeared that had - at least for the moment - taken J. Jonah Jameson's mind off the suddenly vanished Spider-Man. No one knew just where or even when this new menace from the sky would strike next. No one could even hope to stand up against the strange silent attacks that came without warning from the sky above them. The Vulture had arrived on the scene. The Vulture was clearly making his presence felt across the wary city. "Help me! Somebody help me! It's the Vulture!" screamed the avian villain's latest victim. "He just swooped down on me from out of nowhere and stole my briefcase." The man was clearly shaken by his ordeal. "There's a fortune in negotiable bearer bonds inside. How did he know?" Even though most of the witnesses to the Vulture's latest crime had read all about him in the pages of the 'Daily Bugle', they were nevertheless still stunned and totally amazed by his actions. "I didn't really believe any of those wild stories I read about him in the 'Daily Bugle'," said one man at the scene. "I just thought Jameson made him up in order to sell newspapers. You know how he is. I was certain the Vulture didn't exist." "It's just impossible," stammered a pale young woman. "It can't be." "How can he possibly fly like that?" asked another man. "He's like a bird. There's no sound as he flies by. He seemingly makes no effort." "He's some kind of monster. That's what he is," said a visibly shaken woman. "He's more like some kind of wild gigantic bird of prey than a human being." "What's the world coming to? We're not safe at all any more." *** Pamela had seen a few of the stories in the 'Daily Bugle' about this mysterious Vulture. However, she'd only read the first few paragraphs before growing bored with the subject and putting the paper down. This Vulture did absolutely nothing to excite her. He was just some weird wanted criminal with wings; he definitely had nothing to do with her. She had a show to do tonight. Some of her new friends from school were going to be in the audience tonight. They'd wanted her to go with them, but she'd had to beg off. How could she possibly be in the audience when she had to be on the stage performing? Liz Allan and Sally Avril would also be there tonight. Even though they'd included her in their plans for the night for some reason, Pamela was convinced neither girl really liked her. Had they somehow connected her with Flash's disappearance? The two of them hadn't seemed overly upset when she'd declined their invitation. In any event, she had to make some money soon in order to help Aunt May make ends meet. They had so many bills to pay and so very little money with which to pay them. Even though Pamela didn't know why he'd come, this man in an expensive three-piece suit had already stopped by the house to see Aunt May. She'd seen his card on the table; he'd come from the bank. From her silence on the subject, Pamela surmised that man hadn't been a bearer of good news. *** Across town, in the plush executive offices of the Jameson Publishing Company, J. Jonah Jameson had a decidedly different take on the Vulture. "I want to devote the next issue of NOW Magazine to that new Vulture character," he told the managing editor. "He's big news right now! Everyone in this town wants to read all about him!" J. Jonah frowned as looked over the material he'd been given. "What's this? Is this the only photo we have of this Vulture? What's the matter with your men anyway? What am I paying you for?" The publisher began pacing around the room. "The public wants to see this character. Where are the photos?" "That's a big problem there, Jonah," replied the editor nervously. "Nobody I know has been able to get any pictures of him. He just shows up somewhere unannounced, commits his crime, and is gone again before anyone can get there to snap his picture." The editor took a long deep breath. "All we've got of him is this artist rendering based on witness descriptions." "It's not good enough and you know it. I want results, not excuses," snapped Jonah. "Go out and get me some real pictures of this Vulture character or I'll find myself another editor who will." "Yes, sir," replied the editor quietly. He knew there was no sense in arguing with J. Jonah Jameson when he was like this. "Shut the door behind you!" snapped Jonah. "Yes, sir," replied the editor as he exited his publisher's office and shut the down behind him. "What is it with all these fools?" snarled Jonah into the air. "With all the money I pay them, why do I always have to keep telling these dimwits how to do their jobs?" *** Pamela's first exhibition as the Amazing Spider-Woman was a fantastic success. It went off without the slightest hitch. With only a few relatively minor alterations, she'd worn the costume that Peter had left behind. Even though it still fit a little tightly in a couple of places, Pamela didn't really mind. The snug fit of her costume was very likely to turn into a few extra dollars at the box office. She'd shot webbing from her fingertips. Not that it bothered her, she was convinced the audience thought it was all some kind of trick. With remarkable ease she'd hung from the ceiling by her fingertips. Just as easily, she'd impossibly lifted that platform with the three rather large stoutly men - the audience had selected them from among themselves - standing on it. She'd also - to the utter amazement of the crowd - scaled up one of the walls of the set, scurried across the ceiling, and then scampered down the other wall. The audience was totally awed by her performance. Pamela was very pleased with herself. Clearly, she was a smash hit. And this was only just the beginning. It didn't bother her that several of the young men in the audience kept staring at her during her curtain call. She didn't really mind getting all that wonderful attention from men. Their obvious interest in her meant they'd probably be back again for another look more sooner than later. Perhaps it would be a wise move on her part to increase the number of shows she'd had Maxie schedule. She also thought that short interview she'd granted to the members of the press had gone over reasonably well. They'd all be back; they'd clearly wanted to know more about her than she'd been willing to reveal. Their stories would make her seem mysterious. They would also very likely increase attendance at her next few shows. Unfortunately for Pamela, a problem she'd never once considered popped up after the show. "I simply can't give you cash, Spider-Woman," smiled the auditorium's business manager as he leered at her. "I've got to give you a check. That's just standard procedure. You know how it is? I've got to have a record for tax purposes. How do you want me to make out the check? What name do you want on it?" "Name???" Pamela knew that was a problem. "I can't tell you my real name. No one must ever know my real name." How could she possibly explain being Spider-Woman to Aunt May? "Just make the check out to Spider-Woman. That should be more than sufficient." The business manager gave her a funny look. "You're the boss. I'll make it out to Spider-Woman." He filled in the name, signed the check, and handed it to Pamela. "There you go. I'm just afraid you're going to have a real hard time cashing it." "We'll see about that," replied Pamela. She didn't see any reason why she should have any problems cashing a simple check. She was also very pleased with the amount of the check she'd been given. The money she'd just earned would not only pay off a lot of outstanding bills, it would also leave a little left over. On top of that, there was going to be another check just like it after tomorrow night's scheduled show. Things were finally starting to look good for once. It was only later at the local bank that Spider-Woman discovered she had another problem. "I'd like to cash this check." The teller looked her over for several moments. "Do you have some form of identification, miss?" he finally asked. "What about my costume?" "You're wearing a mask." The teller gave her another strange look. "Don't be silly, miss. Any clown can come in here off the street wearing some kind of a costume and claim to be anyone," he said snidely. "I take it you don't have an account with us either. Do you have a Social Security card or even a Drivers License made out in the name Spider-Woman, miss?" "No, I don't have either." "Then, I'm very sorry, miss. I can't possibly cash any check without the proper and verifiable identification. That's bank policy, miss." He handed the check back to Pamela. "Next in line please." Pamela glared daggers at the teller as she snatched back the check. How could he do this to her? "Please step back from the window, miss," grinned the teller, who seemed to be enjoying torturing her. "I don't want to call security, miss, but I will if I must." "Yeah right," muttered Pamela. As she stormed out of the bank, she wondered what could be next. "Just what else could possibly go wrong?" she mumbled. *** At his hideout located just outside the town limits, Adrian Toomes read the latest edition of the 'Daily Bugle' with a great deal of interest. He found one item particularly intriguing. Sometime during the next week, the Park Avenue Jewelry Exchange would be moving several million dollars in diamonds to their new offices across town. This certainly seemed like the perfect invitation to the avian villain. He was also convinced they expected him to try something. Why else would they have put that article in the paper? Adrian had no doubts that it was clearly intended as some kind of trap for him. "They must think me totally stupid. I'll grab those gems in a way no one would ever suspect," he muttered to himself. "I'll show them who is stupid and who isn't. There's no one who'll ever be able to stop me from getting whatever I want." *** Having changed out of her Spider-Woman costume not long after she'd left the bank, Pamela was still fit to be tied just thinking about how that obnoxious little snot of a bank teller had refused to cash her check. There was nothing wrong with that check. She'd earned the money the check represented through hard work. That dumb fool should have just cashed it for her. "What did he mean by that crack 'any clown can come in here off the street wearing a costume'? I'm no clown," she groused. "Other than Peter, who doesn't really count anymore, I've never seen anyone else wearing a Spider-Woman costume like mine before." Suddenly, Pamela smiled. "I should have used my mesmerizing power on that fool. It would have been so easy. If I had, then that idiot would have bent over backward to cash my check or anything else I wanted him to do." However, after a few more moments of thought on the matter, Pamela realized that using her mesmerizing power on that self-serving bank teller might not have been that good of an idea. Sure, he would have cashed her check without any further complaint, but what would she have done about all those other people that had also been in the bank? She'd never used her power on more than one person at a time before and wasn't overly certain she could affect a large crowd. Changing everyone's mind on a one-on-one basis would have simply taken far too much time. "What was that?" she mumbled, as her body oddly tingled for several moments for no apparent reason. That had never happened before. However, a quick look about her revealed absolutely nothing. "It was almost like some kind of strange warning." With nothing anywhere near her, Pamela suddenly gazed skywards, but saw nothing other than some really large bird flying off in the distance. "Was that odd feeling a warning of some kind? But if it were, why would that lone bird have posed any threat to me?" As she continued walking home, she chanced across a small, almost hidden from sight, storefront that she'd never noticed being there before. She wasn't too surprised by that. After all, this was the first check she'd ever had to cash that any bank had refused to honor. Painted across the window of one of the smaller shops was the answer to all her problems. "CHECKS CASHED!" proclaimed the sign in large capital letters. "Excellent," mumbled Pamela. A moment later, she entered the shop intent on not leaving again until after they'd cashed her check. She was convinced there would be no problems this time. As far as she could tell, everything would work out just perfectly. She and the young man working behind the counter were the only visible occupants of the store. "Hello, miss," said the young man, who couldn't seem to take his eyes off her. "Can I help you with something?" he smiled. "I certainly hope so. I have this check I just have to cash," smiled Pamela as she took the check - she'd endorsed it as Spider-Woman back at the bank - from her purse and handed it to the young man. Since she'd already used her mesmerizing power to cloud the mind of the young man when she'd first entered - she certainly didn't want him recognizing her later - she wondered just how she appeared to him now. "Do you think that will pose any kind of problem?" "It shouldn't be a problem at all. That's why we're here, miss. We eliminate problems," smiled the young man. As he continued staring at her, Pamela knew the young man would do just anything she asked him to do. After looking at the front and the back of the check, he suddenly frowned. "This might be a small problem. Do you have any identification..." He shook his head for just a moment before continuing, "... Miss Jennings?" "Of course I do. I never go anywhere without it," smiled Pamela. She took the business card of Maxie Shiffman out of her purse and handed it calmly to the young man. A very simple thought twisted the young man's perception and made him see exactly what she wanted him to see. "You take a nice picture. Everything seems perfectly in order, Miss Jennings. I don't know why I thought there might have been a problem here." After filling out the papers with the information only he could see on Maxie's card, the young man counted out the money before handing it and Maxie's business card to Pamela. "Can I do anything else for you today, Miss Jennings?" He had one of those lost little puppy dog looks in his eyes. "I think you've done more than enough for me already today." "Are you sure of that, Emily?" asked the young man hesitantly. "I certainly hope you don't mind me calling you Emily?" "Of course not," replied Pamela with a widening smile. So that was the name he'd seen on Maxie's card. She wondered again how he saw her now. At the same time, Pamela simply couldn't picture herself as an Emily. "It's my name, silly. Why should I object to you calling me my name?" It was also the name he'd always associate with her and however she currently appeared to him. "Can I call you later then, Emily?" His voice sounded hopeful. "If you'd like," replied Pamela with a coy smile. "I have to go now, but my number's on one of those papers you just filled out." Pamela turned to leave, but couldn't resist taking one last little jab. "I hope you call me real soon." Once she'd left the shop, Pamela wondered why she'd done that to the poor youngster. She didn't even know his name. It was also very cruel of her. And after, he'd been so very helpful too. Why did she suddenly think she'd misused her power? How could that possibly be? She'd acted responsibly and only used her power to get what was rightfully hers. How could doing that be in any way wrong? It wasn't as if she was some kind of bogus criminal or something. She could have easily cleaned them out and no one would have ever known what she'd done. Besides, they'd get all that money back from the Auditorium's account once they turned the check in for collection. She wondered what the Auditorium's business manager would have to say when he discovered someone had actually cashed that check made out to Spider-Woman. But she didn't have time to worry about any of that right now. She hadn't really hurt anyone. She had helped herself and Aunt May. They now had plenty of money with which to pay all their bills. *** Finally arriving home, Pamela headed straight to her room. She wasn't the least bit surprised that the eggcase had split neatly in half. She'd had that feeling as soon as she'd entered the house. For the last day or so, she had been eagerly anticipating the "birth" of her daughter. However, still being rather new at this motherhood thing, Pamela hadn't known exactly when the blessed event might occur. Now that she had a little experience with the process, she'd have a much better idea the next time. Maybe next time, she'd be there waiting. But where was her daughter now? Pamela certainly hoped she hadn't wandered outside. In spite of having been Flash, she was still only a few hours old at most. Pamela wasn't totally sure her newly born daughter could survive the outside world alone... at least, just yet. Just then, the bathroom door swung open. The naked and well-endowed attractive young redhead standing in the doorway smiled at Pamela. "Hello, Mother," she said in a sultry voice. "I've been hoping you'd return home soon. There's something about being alone I just don't like." "You know who I am?" Pamela sounded surprised. "Why wouldn't I know who you are, Mother?" replied the striking young redhead. "I recognized you immediately. You're Pamela Parker. Would you prefer that I call you Mom instead of Mother? Or would you prefer something else... like Pammy or Pam? Although I was once your lover Flash Thompson. I'm just your little girl now. I'm Fawn Thompson." She cupped one of her large breasts with her small hand. "Although quite truthfully, I'm not really all that little, you know," she smiled. "Mom will do for now, I suppose," replied Pamela, who still sounded somewhat surprised. "How and where did you get the name Fawn?" "Do you like it, Mom?" asked the redhead anxiously. "Please say you do. I picked it out all by myself, since I was all alone when I hatched. I was a little confused at first; everything just seemed so strange. And you wouldn't believe just how much of a mess I was right after I hatched. I just had to get myself cleaned up before you came home. While I was taking my shower, it just came to me. Do you know how good taking a shower feels, Mom?" she asked. "Being in the shower made everything feel right. Once I thought of the name Fawn, I just knew it was absolutely perfect for me. I really think Fawn suits me ever so much better now than Flash ever would. Don't you agree, Mom?" "I suppose, I do. I doubt I could have picked out anything better," replied Pamela. At the same time she was concerned and more than a little curious about something her daughter had said. "Just what else do you know of Flash Thompson, Fawn?" "I know he was also my Daddy," replied Fawn with a wide grin. "And I also know he'll always be right here with me. He's an integral part of me now." Fawn casually brushed away the strands of red hair that had fallen across her green eyes. "I also know everything Daddy once knew, but nothing he knew seems overly useful to me." "What do you mean, Fawn?" "Isn't it obvious, Mom," replied the redhead. "I'm not going to be a football player; I don't really think I even like football all that much anymore." Fawn suddenly grinned widely. "On the other hand, I'm sure there are a lot of guys on the team that wouldn't mind tackling me now. And I certainly wouldn't mind if they kept tackling me over and over again either. That sounds so exciting." She put her hands on her hips. "I really don't know what I'll ever do with any of Daddy's old pick up lines. It's not as if I'd ever consider or even want to go around picking up other girls anyway. Given the choice, I'd certainly rather have good-looking hunky guys than some other girl." She suddenly dropped her hands to her side and looking questioningly at Pamela. "Do you think that liking guys makes me weird, Mom?" "Of course not, Fawn." Pamela went over and hugged her daughter. "I think you're perfectly normal." "Do you want to take a shower with me?" asked Fawn suddenly. "I'll bet it feels even better with two of us in the shower at the same time." "It just might." Pamela looked at the clock on the wall. "But I can't right now. Will you be all right here alone for a while? I have to leave in a few minutes; I have a show to perform." "A show? Can I go with you?" asked Fawn. "I'd sure like to watch you so I can learn more about what I can do." "Maybe next time, dear; there will be plenty of others. We need to get you settled in somewhere first," replied Pamela. "We don't want people asking any tough questions before we're ready to answer them." "Okay, Mom," smiled Fawn. "I'll just take another hour long shower and then go straight to bed. I am a little tired. Getting out of that cocoon sure took a lot more effort than I would have ever imagined." *** As Pamela, now garbed once again as her alter-ego Spider-Woman, headed for the Auditorium, she found herself silently wishing she didn't have to go there. Tonight, she would have preferred staying home and getting to know her new daughter better. Once she arrived at the Auditorium, Pamela was surprised to see her agent Maxie Shiffman talking with the hall's business manager. She didn't exactly know why, but she suddenly had this really bad feeling that something was wrong. "You might as well pack up and go back to wherever it is you come from, Spider-Woman," said Maxie sadly. "What do you mean?" asked the surprised Pamela. "Why?" "Quite simply, there isn't going to be a show here tonight," said the business manager. "There probably won't be one any other night in the foreseeable future either." "I don't understand." Pamela was perplexed as she looked back and forth between the two men. This abrupt change in her fortunes made no sense at all. She'd been such a big hit just last night; now her next exhibition was suddenly being canceled. "What happened?" "I'm afraid this happened," answered Maxie. He held out a copy of the 'Daily Bugle' to Pamela. "SPIDER-WOMAN MENACE!" screamed the headline that covered half the front page. Pamela simply couldn't believe her eyes. "Menace? I'm no menace. I'm just a girl trying to make a little money." "That headline is bad enough, but take a look at the editorial," said Maxie. "I don't know what bee got under his bonnet, but J. Jonah Jameson and his 'Daily Bugle' have the public so steamed right now that they'll probably toss you in the slammer on sight and throw away the key." "But why me?" asked the puzzled Pamela. "I don't understand. What have I ever done to him? I don't even know Mr. Jameson. What have they got against me?" She also wondered how she would ever explain being in jail to Aunt May. "I have no idea what his problem might be, Spider-Woman," said the business manager. "J. Jonah Jameson can be a real space case sometimes. All I can tell you with certainty right now is you won't be performing here tonight." "I'll keep in touch then," said Pamela. "You know, in case something changes." But somehow she just knew her days as an entertainer were through. 'What am I going to do for money now?' thought Pamela as she headed for home several hours earlier than she'd been expecting. Perhaps Fawn would still be awake when she got home. They still had a few things to discuss. They also had plans that needed making. *** Adrian Toomes knew the diamond shipment had to be a totally bogus setup. There was simply no other reason for the Jewelry Exchange to publish the date that their gems would be moved. It was tempting fate, not to mention the Vulture. Clearly, they wanted him to try and snatch those diamonds they were moving. There would likely be fewer diamonds of a significantly lesser value than they'd published. Those moronic fools figured on catching him in the act. Since the fools were apparently so eager for him to do so, he would snatch them. And he'd succeed so easily he'd make their simple minds swim. But first, he had to let all of them know just what he had planned. That would make things far more interesting as well as a lot more fun. He'd show them all that he could play these head games just as easily as they did. He'd gain a great deal of satisfaction in beating them all at their own perverse little game. The winged villain carefully wrote out three identical notes and then tied each to its own hefty rock. He'd like to see their faces when they read his note, but he knew that waiting around was an unwise move. Making certain he wasn't observed, the Vulture left the safety of his hidden aerie and flew toward the first site he'd selected to announce his intentions. He was thoroughly convinced no one would ever be able to stop him. No one was bright enough to ever capture him. No one would ever figure out how he could fly so effortlessly and without making any noise. The first note and rock went through a closed window of the Jameson Publishing Company. Even though it never took much effort, Adrian Toomes had always enjoyed making a fool of that pompous opinionated windbag J. Jonah Jameson. The rock carrying the second message crashed through the window of the local radio station. What better way could there be to quickly get his message across to so many people? The final rock and note was tossed though the window of the police chief. Adrian had always considered the man little more than another crook. The man had just sat behind his desk and done nothing while Gregory Bestman had stolen everything he'd ever owned. 'The poor pathetic fools,' thought Toomes as he delivered his last warning. He knew he would be long gone before any of them could even read the note that simply said, 'I shall steal the diamond shipment right out from under your noses' and was signed with rather bold strokes 'The Vulture'. J. Jonah Jameson - just as the Vulture had known he would - flew off the handle. "How dare that flying menace break one of my windows!" he screamed at everyone. "He'll pay for that window! I'll make sure he does." The radio station quickly sent reporters to the Park Avenue Jewelry Exchange for some comment they could put over the air. And if nothing else, the police chief was impressed with the Vulture's nerve. However, the head of security at the Jewelry Exchange wasn't the least bit impressed at all when he was finally informed of the Vulture's intent. "We must keep to our schedule and transfer the diamonds just as we've planned. We simply can't let the whole city think we can let one criminal make us change any of our plans." Besides, he was convinced their plan to capture this Vulture character would come off without a hitch. *** The next morning, Midtown High was abuzz with excitement. The missing Flash Thompson had been found. And, even though he wasn't coming back to Midtown High any time real soon, he was apparently all right. Some time during the night, Flash's girl cousin Fawn Thompson had arrived from somewhere in the Midwest. She'd told Flash's parents that their son had dropped by to see her on his way to California. He'd wanted her to call them so they'd know he was all right, but she'd decided to come in person herself instead of simply making an impersonal call. Apparently, Flash had signed some kind of professional contract and was on his way out to California to play football. Flash's parents had been relieved at the news. As soon as Fawn had told them her story, Harrison Thompson had called the local police to let them know their missing son had been located. Following a swift investigation into this new set of circumstances, the police closed the case. The investigating officers wrote in their report that they had talked with Flash on the phone for several minutes. But there wasn't much they could really do now since Flash was eighteen. Even with his cousin's help, a few of his closest cronies wondered how the police could have found Flash so quickly when they hadn't had a single clue to his whereabouts before. But any and all talk of some kind of weird crazy conspiracy died quickly. The reason for that was a very simple one. Flash's parents had asked Fawn to stay with them for a while. And Fawn Thompson had decided she would - at least through the end of the school year. Even as much as his buddies might miss Flash, he was gone and was unlikely to be coming back. His busty redheaded cousin was a better than adequate replacement. Had he been there, they were all sure that Flash would have totally agreed with them. On the other hand, the girls, especially Liz Allan and Sally Avril, weren't overly thrilled with Fawn Thompson's decision to stay around. They easily recognized the pretty girl as stiff new competition. And it certainly did little to lessen their suspicions that Fawn seemed so chummy with that other new girl Pamela Parker. Of course, the girls would have been even more suspicious of the new girls if they'd known that Pamela and Fawn had visited the Thompson's together the previous night. But that little detail was something the Thompson's no longer remembered. Nor would Liz and Sally have been too happy finding out those police officers that had reportedly spoken with Flash on the phone had never actually talked to him at all. However, those officers believed they had; they would have sworn on a large stack of Bibles they had. When Fawn left for her next class, at least a half dozen boys followed close behind her. It was a fact not missed by either Sally or Liz. Nor did Pamela miss it. For totally different reasons, all those boys following her daughter worried her. Not that it was too much of a stretch - the boys were friends of Flash after all - Pamela was convinced she knew exactly what they had on their minds. Before she could head for her own class, Pamela overheard a very interesting conversation that centered on the latest edition of NOW Magazine. "It's just some stupid drawing of him," said Tommy Watkins in disappointment. "I sure would like to see some close-up photos of that Vulture." Liz Allan smiled at Tommy. It was clear to just about everyone that Liz had been noticing Tommy more and more in the days since Flash had first disappeared. She certainly wasn't happy about the way Flash had just run off to California and hadn't even bothered to tell her where he was going. After all, he'd long considered himself her boyfriend. What a joke that was? She'd also seen him checking out at that Parker bitch several times. "A photo of that Vulture would be worth a small fortune, Tommy," said Liz casually. "But I just can't see how anyone could possibly get close enough to snap one of him." Pamela began smiling. That was a fantastic idea. She'd never thought of taking pictures for money before. 'Magazines pay really big bucks for hard to get pictures,' thought Pamela. 'With my special spider abilities, I should be able to get plenty of interesting pictures.' She looked over towards Tommy. "Could I see your magazine for a minute, Tommy?" she smiled. Liz glared at Pamela. "Sure thing, Pam," replied Tommy with a smile, as he handed her his magazine. 'J. Jonah Jameson publishes this magazine,' thought Pamela as she looked at the credits page. That worried her somewhat. On the other hand, selling pictures to someone like him just seemed somehow more than appropriate, since he'd been the one that had screwed up her job as an entertainer. She just couldn't keep from smiling as she pictured old J. Jonah Jameson shelling out money for photographs that were taken by Spider-Woman. "Thanks for letting me look at your magazine, Tommy." Pamela smiled at Tommy again - even as Liz once more glared at her - as she handed his magazine back. *** Having previously decided that the now missing Spider-Man was a menace to the public, it hadn't taken much effort for J. Jonah Jameson to decide this new Spider-Woman must be one as well. Aside from their gender, they weren't really any different. They both wore masks that hid their faces. Their costumes were so similar they had to know each other. It was a simple case of birds of a feather flocking together. He was glad now that he'd had the foresight not to destroy his original editorial decrying the Spider-Man menace. He almost couldn't believe his good fortune when his reporter had come back from this Spider-Woman's exhibition. It had only taken a minimal effort on his part to revise Spider-Man into Spider-Woman and turn he's and him's into she's and her's. He'd been able to get his word out onto the street the next day, which wouldn't have been possible had he had to write a new editorial from scratch. But one editorial simply wasn't going to be enough. J. Jonah Jameson knew this Spider-Woman was dangerous and had to be stopped immediately. And he knew he was just the man to stop her. He'd do whatever it took to save the world from this terrible new menace. *** Once their school day had finally ended - she had been worried it might just continue on and on forever - Pamela was eager to see just how well Fawn had adjusted to her new life. She was - and at the same time she wasn't - surprised as her daughter joined her out by the front gate. Now crowding around Fawn were at least a dozen students - all of them male, of course. She very definitely was enjoying all the attention being paid her. It must have been something she'd inherited from Flash, who had always enjoyed being at the center of attention. It was also abundantly clear that she had adjusted to her new life more than just reasonably well. "Hi, M... Pam," said Fawn. She'd almost forgotten to call her mother Pam as they'd agreed upon last night. She hoped none of the others around had overheard her. No one could have possibly understood how a girl not that much older than her could be her mother. None of them, however, seemed to notice the almost gaffe. "Guys, this is my good friend Pam Parker. Pam, these are the guys." "Hello, Pam," chorused the boys of Fawn's new entourage. Pamela gave every boy in the group a good looking over before smiling at her daughter. "I can see you've had an interesting first day of school, Fawn." "You don't know the half of it, Pam," replied Dawn. "I'll have to tell you all about it on our way home." She turned to her new group of companions. "I'll see you guys later on," she told them with a broad smile. "I have to go home now." "Do you really have to go home?" chorused the boys as if one. They all sounded disappointed. "I certainly do. I also need a little to talk to Pam for a while... alone," said Fawn. "I'm sure you boys can find a few other things you can do for a while." "Yes, for you we can find other things to do," chorused the boys. "We'll see you right here tomorrow morning, Fawn." The crowd of milling boys shook their heads en masse and then wordlessly dispersed in all possible directions. "You really shouldn't use your mesmerizing power on them that way, Fawn," said Pamela as they walked in the direction of the Thompson house. "We don't need people getting suspicious or thinking we're different. We've already got that pompous twerp J. Jonah Jameson to worry about." Fawn took a quick look around. "That's just it, Mom. I didn't use my mesmerizing power on them at all," she replied. "All I did was smile at one of them and then they all sort of fell right into the same line after that. They all wanted to do things for me. It was all just so weird and confusing." "You'll get used to it," smiled Pamela. "That's just the way most boys are around pretty girls." Fawn blushed. "They're just acting plain silly if you ask me. What is there to gain? I'm no where even close to the start of my mating cycle," replied Fawn. "Was I like them before?" she asked, suddenly turning thoughtful. "I certainly hope not." "No, you weren't like them, dear," smiled Pamela. "Flash was even worse than any of them." "If that's the case, then I'm glad I'm me now and no longer Daddy," replied Fawn. "I would definitely never want to be some silly boy again." "I know just what you mean." The girls heartily laughed as they continued on their way towards the Thompson house. *** J. Jonah Jameson wasn't content merely writing editorials that warned the city and the whole world of the terrible menace he considered this Spider-Woman to be. As much as he hated to admit the fact, even to himself, not everyone in the city read the 'Daily Bugle'. Most of his regular readers would very likely require more proof than just a few printed words before they'd consider this Spider-Woman the menace he already knew she was. While Pamela and Fawn had been in school oblivious to whatever the magazine publisher had planned, J. Jonah Jameson had been out in public lecturing to anyone and everyone who would listen, as well as those who wouldn't. His message had been very clear. Not only was his message clear, it had also been very, very loud. He was also thoroughly pleased with himself when he saw that the crew from the local television station was taping his every word. *** When Pamela arrived home, she hoped Fawn would be all right staying with the Thompson's. There was no real reason for her to expect anything might go wrong. Even though they were Flash's parents, Harrison and Rosie Thompson were still good people. It hadn't taken that much of an effort to get them to accept Fawn as their niece. Pamela would have liked it better if her daughter could have stayed here with her and Aunt May, but that simply wasn't overly practical. Quite simply, there wasn't that much money - something Pamela hoped to fix real soon - to add another mouth to feed and a body to dress. Even though Pamela knew Fawn would be just fine at the Thompson's, she also knew she'd continue worrying about her. After all, in spite of the fact she'd been Flash up until about a week ago, Fawn was her daughter now. "Hi, Aunt May," said Pamela as she entered the living room. "Hello, Pamela dear," smiled her Aunt, as she looked up from the television newscast. "Did you have a nice day at school?" "So, so, I guess. I would have been home earlier but I walked home with Fawn Thompson." "Fawn Thompson? Is she related to that horrible Flash Thompson boy?" asked May. "She's his cousin from somewhere in the Midwest. Today was her first day at Midtown High." "I heard on the news earlier that they found that terribly ungrateful boy out in California somewhere. He went out there to play football or something foolish like that," snapped May. "How could that boy possibly do something that worried his parents so much? How could he just leave like he did and not even tell them where he was going." May suddenly smiled and wrapped her arms tightly around Pamela. "I'm so glad you'd never do something as horrible as that nasty boy, Pamela dear." "Why would I?" asked Pamela. "Do you know if Uncle Ben had a small camera, Aunt May?" "I think so, dear." Aunt May got up from the couch and went to the small closet in the hall. After looking for a few minutes, she turned back to her niece. "Here it is, Pamela. I was sure it was in there. This miniature camera was Ben's. I'd almost forgotten about it until you reminded me about it." She handed the small camera to Pamela. "I'm sure he would have wanted you to have this, dear." "Thank you, Aunt May," replied Pamela. "I'm sure he would have wanted that too." The suggestions she'd made to Aunt May earlier were clearly working. Unless someone specifically asked about him, Aunt May would no longer think about her former male self Peter. "This is just perfect, Aunt May." She gave her elderly aunt a quick little peck on the forehead. "I'm sure this little gadget is going to be a great help to us when it comes to paying our bills." Aunt May gave her niece a puzzled look. She didn't have any idea how a simple camera could help them pay even one of their many bills. On her way to her room, the image on the television caused Pamela to stop in front of it. Although she wished he hadn't, she recognized J. Jonah Jameson immediately and wondered why he was on television. "Innocent children may try to imitate her fantastic feats. Just think what might happen if those same young and impressionable children try making a heroine out of this lawless inhuman monster. We must never permit that to happen! "It is my opinion that this Spider-Woman person must be outlawed. She's highly dangerous and should be arrested immediately. There is no place for such a dangerous creature here in our fair city." Inhumam monster? Dangerous creature? Pamela stared in stunned disbelief at the television. How could that man say something so mean and hateful about her? She'd never even met the man. "What is that man's problem?" she muttered. "He's just looking out for us, dear," replied Aunt May. "Someone has to, you know. There's just something about that Spider-Woman person I don't trust." Pamela couldn't believe what she'd just heard. Even though she didn't know Pamela was also Spider-Woman, how could Aunt May possibly believe she was in any way dangerous? That man was nothing but a troublemaking nuisance. However, if J. Jonah Jameson had turned her own aunt against her, then how many other people had also been swayed by all his lies and his innuendo. "I'll be in my room, Aunt May." May Parker once again looked puzzled while watching her niece storm off to her room. "I wonder if it was something I said," mumbled May. *** Once alone in her room, Pamela swiftly looked over the camera. Not only was it small and compact, it also appeared to be exceptionally easy to operate. Only a few settings controlled everything. If everything went well she'd have to figure out some way of carrying the small camera around in her costume. "All I have to do is go outside and test this new equipment." A few minutes later, Pamela stood atop a nearby apartment complex. She was convinced it would be the perfect place - there was no one around to disturb her - to test out the camera. While making adjustments to the camera settings, Pamela began feeling that odd tingly sensation she'd felt before. 'Maybe this is just some kind of spider early warning sense,' she thought, as she considered how often spiders seemed to know whenever any danger was near. 'That would very definitely come in very handy.' But if it were some sort of a 'warning sense', then just what was it warning her about? There was nothing on the roof that posed any real danger to her. However, as she looked skyward, she saw that big bird she'd seen earlier flying off in the distance. It was also getting bigger as it closed the distance between them. There was something else wrong with that bird. For one, it wasn't a bird. Nor was it a small plane. As whatever it was flew increasingly nearer to her position, the thing simply made no discernible sounds at all. Finally, the unrecognized object came close enough for Pamela to make a positive identification. It was the Vulture. She'd recognized him from the drawing she'd seen in NOW Magazine. "What luck?" mumbled Pamela, as she snapped a couple of quick shots of the flying villain. "A few more photos of the Vulture should net me a small fortune." Making a few more adjustments to the camera settings, she decided on following the Vulture in hopes of getting those few additional pictures. However, Pamela was still very new to the stealth required of her new occupation. Without even thinking about what she was doing, Pamela kicked a small stone in her eagerness to get nearer. 'A sound!' thought the Vulture. 'Someone is on that roof behind me watching my every move. I've got to move quickly, as only the Vulture is able.' Having finally adjusted the camera - even though simple to operate, she'd have to get even more familiar with its operation - Pamela looked up to find the Vulture had vanished without a trace. At the same time, her new spider warning sense was sending more than just a mere tingling throughout her body. Caught totally off guard as the Vulture slammed into her from behind, Pamela dropped her camera and fell stunned and dazed to the rooftop. "That was far too easy," said the Vulture as he landed beside the fallen Spider-Woman. "I was never in any real danger. It's just some dumb girl dressed up in a weird costume." Adrian Toomes smiled as he picked the girl up. "It's too bad I'm not fifty years younger, good looking. If circumstances were different, I wouldn't mind getting to know you a whole lot better. But right now, you're a complication I just can't afford." With incredible ease, the Vulture carried the dazed girl towards a nearby water tower. After opening the hatch at the top of the tower, the Vulture dropped Spider-Woman into the opening. "Don't you worry, girl," he called down to Pamela. "They'll find you," he added as he closed the hatch. "At least they will, sooner or later." With that, the Vulture spread his wings and flew silently away leaving the costumed girl to her fate. For just a moment, he felt bad about leaving the girl and wondered who she might have been. But all of that was unimportant now. And whatever remorse he might have felt quickly passed. That stupid costumed girl should have never been there spying on him in the first place. In the meantime, being unceremoniously dumped into the cold water in the tank kicked Spider-Woman's adrenaline production into high gear. Suddenly jolted into full consciousness, she was confused about her whereabouts. Somehow - it was all kind of hazy - the Vulture had trapped her inside this tank. She realized that she'd been careless. It could have got her killed. As far as she was concerned, that would never happen again. And she was also determined to get even with the Vulture. Even if no one had seen them, he'd thoroughly embarrassed her. That was just plain unacceptable. Before she could begin considering ways of getting even with the Vulture, she first had to get out of this water tank. With far more ease than her enemy would have imagined, Pamela shot her webbing to the top of the tank. And with an equal ease, she climbed up the strands of her webbing and escaped through the hatch. "I'll bet that foul avian fiend will be surprised to see me again," she grinned. However, the Vulture was long gone. That was all right with Pamela. It would give her some time to try and figure out how the Vulture flew so swiftly and effortlessly without making a sound. It would also give her some time to develop the pictures she'd taken of the Vulture. Once back atop the apartment complex where she'd first seen the Vulture, only a few seconds passed before Pamela found her camera. "It's still in one piece," she smiled at her good fortune. "That's good news. I'd hate to lose out on a fortune before I could even make it." Having retrieved the camera, Pamela headed for home. *** At the Thompson house, Fawn suddenly felt much better. She didn't know why - she'd have to ask her mother what had happened the next time she saw her - but she'd had this really peculiar sense that her mother was in some kind of danger and needed help. But that strange funny feeling had passed almost as soon as it had begun. Whatever might have happened to her, it was all over now. Her mother was safe. That was all that was really important. *** Once she was home again, Pamela immediately developed the pictures she'd just taken. Even though she thought they could have been better, they'd still turned out reasonably well. She was wondering if she really wanted to sell them to J. Jonah Jameson and NOW Magazine. She didn't like the idea of helping out that old windbag. However, the more Pamela thought about selling the pictures to him, the more it seemed like poetic justice to have Jameson pay out for these photographs she'd taken. After all, the man hated her for no reason she could even imagine and he'd never met her. It would just be a real kick to make the pompous fool pay good money for her photos. She also fashioned a compartmented belt for her costume. She needed someplace to keep her miniature camera where it would be both safe and readily available. It also needed to be out of the way when she wasn't snapping pictures. Other things as needed could also be stored in the compartments of her new belt. She'd seen exactly what she needed in an old comic book that she - when she'd been younger and still Peter - had once read. She was pleased with how well her new belt looked. It hugged her hips and looked as if it belonged on her Spider-Woman costume. While Pamela had been busy with everything else, her mind had also come up with a logical explanation for the Vulture's noiseless flight. It was a really simple explanation. It was also the only thing that made any real sense. Over the next few hours, Pamela put a little gadget together that she hoped would help her deal with the Vulture. If it worked like she thought it would, the Vulture was in for a big surprise the next time they met. She was determined that the avian criminal would never embarrass her again. And yet, she wouldn't know whether or not her gadget actually worked until she encountered the Vulture again. Pamela suddenly yawned. 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Issue 11: Mary Jane loves Spider-Woman Reed motioned at the large piece of equipment he'd been working on and I piqued up. "You've got a scientific curiosity right? This is a transdimensional inverter I've been working on... do you want to see this machine tested?" "Do I!!" I beamed as I followed him to the transdimensional machine. I examined it closely as Reed explained it's principles to me in detail. "Wow. How do you factor in... Oh you've used Heisenberg compensators!" I...

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Spider Attack

Movement on her right, near the ceiling. A shape the size of a small Volkswagen. Tassi did not think or check her fire, she sighted on and instantly fired two 3 round bursts. Then she was up and moving, on pure instinct. Sprinting down the corridor she heard Evans die, then Rogers was cut off mid sentence. The net was quieting down, her team was being wiped out. Tassi had joined the Marines at age 16. After 3 years active duty, she transferred to the reserve corp. so she could settle down...

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Ultimate SpiderWoman Issue 12 Dawning of Dusk

Issue 12: Dawning of Dusk "Wait - don't go! I need you! Please stay! Don't leave me!" Spider-Man pleaded. "I'll be so empty without you!" "You only want me for my body!" I said in revulsion. "Not true... I want you for your brains too!" Spider-Man cried plaintively. That's just what every girl wants to hear, isn't it?! Except I'm only technically a girl and Spider-Man's designs on my were less carnal and more gastronomic. Voraphilia? Uh uh. No way. No. How did it come to this I...

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Ultimate SpiderWoman Issue 13 Karmacoma

Issue 13: Karmacoma I inhaled the funky smell of the dank and dirty warehouse gym. It had the rank lingering stench of body odour and the sharp abrasive bite of masking cleaning chemicals, chemicals that could never erase the decades old stink of stale sweat that permeated the leather gloves, the cracked punching bags, the warped wooden mu ren zhuang, the worn uneven dark oak floors, the fraying floor mats, the dirty stained plaster walls, the grimy seats and the well used speed balls....

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The Curse of Magic Mansion Part 2 The Lair of the Spider Queen

By BD Long When Tina had seen her little sister incapacitated, ice had filled her veins. Cold fire had covered her hands and bled from her eyes, and she had felt the urge to destroy. But her brother had urged her back. He had been right: she had just discovered magic, but didn’t know if she could control it, let alone fight an untold number of zombies. So they had fled, not up thirty flights of stairs, but just one. When they reached the top, they looked down and saw that the atrium now led...

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Thorvik Kabot SuccubusSlayer in The Golden Webs Of The SpiderGoddess

Illuminated by torchlight, Thorvik Kabot's strong Nordic physique was an impressive sight and a testament to the purity of his lineage and breeding as he had the strong, battle-scarred muscled body of a barbarian with the chiseled facial features of a nobleman with a strong brow, prominent nose and striking blue eyes and a head of curly blonde hair. Thorvik's manner of dress was simple. Leather boots, loincloth and his shoulder-scabbard, which held the legendary succubi-slaying holy...

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Ultimate SpiderWoman Issue 5 Acceptance

Issue 5: Acceptance After the guards came and took Krystal away I crawled back to bed and pulled the covers over myself, mainly cause I felt like crap. Physically and mentally. I wanted to hide from this prison and from my thoughts. The nausea and aching was odd. With my spider powers I'd not really been prone to much illness. In fact I'd felt pretty invincible. I could shrug of injuries that would have killed normal people or taken them months to recover from. But I was not a...

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Spider Man

Spider Man By Missy Crystal I wasn't happy about being a research assistant. As a little girl, I dreamed of being a model. I would put on my pink and white taffeta party dress with the built in nylon net crinoline that puffed out the skirt and the big bow in back, well, actually it was my cousin Molly's hand me down dress which was two sizes too big for me, and my, well hers too, black patent leather mary janes, that didn't fit either, and sashay back and forth in my room. I asked...

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Spider and Fly

Spider & Fly By C As she had twice before, Tanya came to the forest clearing to meetthe woodsman. She darted her head out first and glanced this way and thatto make sure she was safe, and then she stepped into the open. Such cautionwas warranted, for she would have been a prize to boast of for any hunter.She was soft and buxom, her bosom just barely contained by her only clothing,a slate-colored halter top. Her shoulder-length black hair was thick andlustrous, with pretty bangs in front, and...

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Ultimate SpiderWoman Issue 1 Denial

Ultimate Spider Woman: Loss and Grief Foreword Jessica Drew AKA Spider Woman is a clone of Peter Parker, Ultimate Spider-Man (USM) of Earth 1610. If you can access them I recommend you check out the the Clone Saga (USM #97-#105) and Ultimatum (USM #129-# 133), Ultimate Doomsday Trilogy (mystery, enemy and doom). Maybe also Miles Morales Spider Man and the All New Ultimates. Ths story includes snippets from USM comics to keep continuity with references to relevant comics as...

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Ultimate SpiderWoman Issue 2 Anger

Issue 2: Anger I awoke to stare down at the female contours displayed beneath my bed sheets. Jeez. The curves were still clearly girlish. Chest and hips noticeably so, limbs all around slimmer. Nothing changed there. I also had long soft hair. Of course. By touch I found my facial features drastically rearranged and, when I examined my reflection in the one way mirror, I found my face and body was... off. That wasn't me. Damn them. I was a guy! At this moment my appreciation of the...

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Ultimate SpiderWoman Issue 7 Confrontation

Issue 7: Confrontation Swinging through the old neighbourhood of Forest Hills, the familiar streets and houses of Queens looked normal. Beguilingly so. I felt a strange pang of loss and had to blink away a sudden moistness in my eyes. I knew this wasn't normal now. This friendly neighbourhood would never be normal for me again. Not anymore. Spider-woman was an interloper here. I... had no home. Heh. No family. No friends. No old haunts. No school - damn. I was done with Mid Town High...

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Ultimate SpiderWoman Issue 9 Starting over

Issue 9: Starting Over I didn't have a clear idea of where I was going when I headed away from Pete and my improvised warehouse squat. I just needed to get away from him. From the confusion that was us. From myself. But you can never get away from yourself... Were Pete and I the same person? Were we two parts of the same person? No I was me. A complete and separate individual. I didn't feel like the yin to his yang... I was a guy... but... as a girl I didn't hate my body. Actually,...

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Ultimate SpiderWoman Issue 10 Skool Daze

Issue 10: Skool Daze "Jessica, have you finished the paperwork?" the lady at the school office asked. Long Island City High felt like a good school and I was keen to get to classes and regain some normalcy in my life. The school was built of reddish brown brick, stood six storeys high and they called it LIC. The campus looked a little tired and underfunded. The office looked like it was from the previous century. But it ran smoothly and the people seemed enthusiastic. "Uh, Yeah," I...

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Ultimate SpiderWoman Issue 4 Depression

Issue 4: Depression I shivered awake, the remnants on the day I'd shared with Pete and Kitty still fresh in my mind. I grinned. That had been a great first date. Perhaps the best one ever. Peter Parker was a lucky guy. And Kitty Pryde... wow. I longed for my old life at that moment. Ached to be with Kitty. But it could never be. Because no matter how much I wanted it I wasn't Peter. Not anymore. I sighed. Maybe this had been a bad idea. I felt a bit like a stalker. A peeping Tom....

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Ultimate SpiderWoman Issue 6 Escape

Issue 6: Escape I was in what Blain mockingly called my 'jewellery', manacled, headed to the gym and mulling over my pending identity death. Soon I would be just Jessica Drew, FBI agent and mindless slave to a corrupt government agency. I'd be dead and no one that mattered to me would ever know I ever existed. Yeah. It was a bleak prospect. I pulled weakly against my bonds then turned about and looked accusingly at Blain. We were in the unmonitored corridor. Fluorescent lighting...

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SpiderMannequin

Author's Note: Hey, everyone! This is my first posting ever to Fictionmania (I've posted many many other stories to different sites but never to this one) This story was meant to be a satire on the bizarre transformations Spider-Man has undergone over, but really it ended up being a story about Spidey turning into a mannequin! I also noticed a severe lack of straight-up mannequin transformations on the site and hope to rectify that with this posting. Please enjoy and if you wish...

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Web of the Spider Queen

Act One: The Dark Mistress “Enter.” The iron door swung open, and a drow warrior strode halfway across the dimly-lit chamber before obediently dropping to a knee. “Priestess Varassa, your scouts have returned from their raid upon the surface.” Sighing in annoyance, Varassa set down her stylus and glared at her quivering supplicant. “Do you think me deaf, male? I heard the palisade gate open, and your men tromped through the camp like a band of ogres. Perhaps you should tell me something I...

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SpiderMan The Pink Symbiote

New York. The dead of night. Through the night air, a dark shape swung through the city. It hurled its arm forward, a rope of webbing flying from its wrist to the nearest building. Once secure, it swung down low before it threw its other arm forward, releasing another strand that allowed it to continue its journey. If anyone were to see the web-slinging silhouette, they'd most likely assume it was none other than the city's most famous resident. The menace of New York as the papers...

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Ultimate SpiderWoman Issue 3 Bargaining

Issue 3: Bargaining On my second nights sleep I updated on Peter Parker's memories from the previous day. That was something of a head trip, no joke intended. The update wasn't the same as when I'm a passenger. Its hard to explain. They're... more like an annoying recap episode. You know, old footage summarising things for the viewer. Cause they're his memories. Memories aren't the same as living the event. They're jammed into my head all the same though, pushing my own limited...

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The Spider King

MARIA I Maria Laney waved her hand as the cab that devoured her friends sped off with a screech. The red tail lights streaked, much thanks to the alcohol in her blood, and grew dimmer and dimmer. She had insisted to them firmly that this was her last stop when they all rallied to continue barhopping. She didn’t even remember what words or twists of the face she used, just that they tried poking her pride playfully with heckling daggers. A younger form of herself would have struck back swiftly,...

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Spider Silk

Ute Trucking, Spider Silk By: Malissa Madison 6/22/2013 At twenty three the driver of the black truck looked more like a super hero type. Something on the same level with Laura Croft with her long black hair braided down her back, ending just below her belt line. Her figure sported flaring hips a tiny waist, and a pair of firm B cup breasts. This was the end of a month long haul she was making for her friend Robert, who was in turn taking care of her son while she...

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Ultimate SpiderWoman Issue 8 Resolution

Issue 8: Resolution "How did you do this, Octavious!? How are you not dead or in jail?" Pete interjects loudly. "Back up Parker," Fury warns. "Tell me!" Pete demands. "Back down," Fury growls. Octavius smiles as he twists the blade. "Tell you what, little boy? Tell you I was going to prison after you beat me up on television... but instead I made a deal with the federal government to work for them... to make a super soldier." The asshat was starting to monologue. I just...

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Spidergirls Rape

"Huh? Where am I?" thought May "Mayday" Parker. Just a moment ago, she had been web-swinging through the city as Spider-Girl after battling with the symbiote, Carnage. Then she felt as if she had been torn out of the world and had blacked out. Currently, she found herself in a large steel room with a marble floor. On one wall were a locked door and a single chair. She strode over to the door and tried tear it from its hinges with her superhuman strength, but the door didn't even budge....

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Spider Queen Book 8Chapter 12 Spider Queen

Jason was aware of a faint clattering sound and then faintly heard Philippa protesting about something. He couldn’t move a muscle or open his eyes. He felt himself being carried and then recalled no more until he woke in utter blackness. He was lying on a very comfortable bed, but he knew he was not in the palace. The smell was completely different. He concentrated on his smell. There was a smell of the earth and the air was humid, but there was more. It smelled like his doctor’s surgery on...

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Spider Gwen has a bad night

It was late 18 year old college freshmen Gwen was tired her muscles responding just a bit slower reactions off just a tiny bit and in her head visions of a long hot bath. as she swung through the city her city. Spider-girl's patrol had just ended and in a few moments she would be done for the night it had been a slow evening and she had only interrupted a few minor crimes. The spider suit glistened with a light sheen of sweat as it hugged every single inch of her body leaving nothing to the...

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Feels Like Naughty Spider Man

I watched the latest movie of Spiderman and fell in love with the Actor Andrew Garfield. This story is my pure imagination and fantasy. I hope you will enjoy.I am Jack a 19 year old boy very fair and lean like Robert Pattinson of Eclipse Twilight movie actor. I stay in countryside near New York City with my parents, we have a huge farm, stable with horses, cows etc. My parents were away on a vacation. I was alone on the farm. It was rainy and there were frequent power cuts after the day’s hard...

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The Cat And The Spider

Finally! After a week of Bruce's attention, Selina was starting to go stir-crazy. Sure, she was realizing that she was in love with the eccentric millionaire, but there was another part of her damaged mind that screamed that she should let no man possess her. Taking advantage of a lapse of caution during one of her lovemaking sessions with Bruce, she slipped into the bathroom to "clean herself up. She knew that she cared for him (love??? HAH!). She appreciated what he had done for her,...

2 years ago
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spider man part 2

Peter swung through upper queens. It was a bright and sun filled day. As Peter swung from web to web his spider sense began to tingle. Peter's cock also began to harden whatever was happening was also extremely sexy. Peter began to follow not only his spider-sense but his "cock sense" as his boner pointed him in the right direction. Peter swung over a dark alley to notice a gang surrounding a beautiful blonde. She was about 5'7'' with blonde her and green eyes that shown in...

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Said the Spider to the Fly

Halloween is upon us. Vampires, werewolves, ghosts, and goblins are on everyone's mind. It is fun to get jump-scared by these mythical creatures - knowing no harm will really befall you. But, there are some real horrors in our world. You might not know of their existence; maybe it is better that way. Stop reading now if you want to maintain your blissful ignorance.I will tell you of a somewhat unknown horror living in the forest of Japan. Jorōgumo - the whore spider - is an evil unfamiliar to...

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The Spider Club

The Spider Club started in the late 1960's as a combination drug den and strip club. It was known for years as the place to see and be seen. The club has also undergone several ownership changes, some voluntary some not. The current owner of the club is Jeremy Clinton. Jeremy is in his early thirties and comes from an old New York City crime family that has mostly gone legitimate. Mostly, being the key work to understand when talking about how legitimate Jeremy's family is currently. He bought...

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Spider and the Fly Part 2

How large must a web be to catch the fly, only the spider knows.Recap: Robert and Jean, two risk takers have had their first swinging experience, during which he got to watch his wife engaged in interracial sex. Since he tends to be a voyeur and she tends to be an exhibitionist they both got off on what had taken place. It was great sex but her black partner mentioned it would have been so much better if he didn’t have to use a condom. Since her husband had a vasectomy she hasn’t used any kind...

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spider man the beginning

Introduction: spidey fans should love m 1st story be gentle spider- man the beginning for ppl who always wondered about the sexual life of that web slinger i suggest some spiderman knowledge before reading thanks peter parker was bit by a radioactive spider&hellip, blaa blaa blaa peter rolled over and looked at his gorgeous wife mary jane. her red hair shone in the early morning light. Peter watched her breath as her incredible 36 d tits slightly moved up and down beneath the sheets. Peter...

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The Seductive SpiderHarem

Forked from Ovyah Discovered, True Believers! In Marvel Universe-254616, Peter Parker had spent some fifteen years as the Amazing Spider-Man. But, despite hundreds of victories and lives saved, his life lay in ruins -- his photojournalistic career was in ruins after he faked a photograph to help a man accused of a crime he didn't commit. His academic and editorial career was in ruins after it turned out that his Doctoral thesis plagiarized the work of Otto Octavius -- hardly a surprise, since...

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And Along Came A Spider

Meg was weeding the flower beds when she heard the truck pull into the drive. She glanced over her shoulder and waved to the two guys inside. William, her husband, had sent them over to help her out around the house; as today was Saturday and he was fishing. Meg dusted the dirt off her hands and walked over to them as they got out of the truck. “Hi Ben, Matt… thanks for coming out here and helping," said Meg. Ben had been out to the house before, helping out and Meg knew Matt from the team....

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Hyperborea Spider Man vs Conan Epic Battles about Hyperborea

Feel free to share your Ideas with me by Coments or Messages :) Writers would be welcome to Age of Conan Hyperborea World. The sun was burning in the sky as a lonely wanderer moved through the infinite sun. Days ago he had been left to die in the desert. As punishment for all his deeds. But killing him was anything but easy. The blood of the Cimmeria flowed in his veins! He was of the same people as King Conan. While he stomped angrily and resolutely through the endless desert, he swore eternal...

Fantasy
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Spider Queen Book 8Chapter 13 Porquenta

Sheila hugged Jason tightly as he walked into his suite at the Palace on Porquenta. “Shiela, this is Valsam, my Azloc wife. I am her king. She is in the process of changing to a humanoid form and is most of the way along. She can change back very quickly. “Valsam, Sheila is one of my two biological AI wives. Porquenta built her,” Jason explained. “I am delighted to meet you Valsam.” Valsam smiled and nodded. Sheila turned back to Jason. “We have been worried about you, Jason. Porquenta...

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Spider and the Fly Part 1

Into the WebFirst of all a disclaimer, just in case. This is a work of total fiction. If any character appears to even remotely resemble a real person that is a pure accident. With that said hope you enjoy this bit of fiction.+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++“My, my said the spider to the fly, jump right ahead into my web….”I often think of that line out of the song created so long ago. It’s a great illustration of how the past year has gone.First introductions; I’m Robert, 34 years...

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Spider Queen Book 8Chapter 3 The Azloc

“In the midst of chaos, there is also opportunity.” – Sun Tzu “Linda let us get back to your summary of the discussions you had with the allies, was there anything else of import that was discussed?” Philippa asked. Linda frowned while she looked down at the beautiful table in Brecht’s dining room. She interlinked her fingers, then looked up. “The Spider/Ant group are rampaging through their galaxy conquering planets. Cassius and Felix are receiving a flood of refugees. The refugees call...

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spider man the beginning

the beginning for ppl who always wondered about the sexual life of that web slinger i suggest some spiderman knowledge before reading thanks peter parker was bit by a radioactive spider… blaa blaa blaa peter rolled over and looked at his gorgeous wife mary jane. her red hair shone in the early morning light. Peter watched her breath as her incredible 36 d tits slightly moved up and down beneath the sheets. Peter laid back and thought of having sex with his beautiful wife. His 8...

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SpidermanOwner of Stories

Peter Parker, also known as Spider-man, was sitting in the centre of his living room in the lotus position. He was using the mediation techniques suggested by Dr. Strange and Zatanna to harness the power of the mystical side of his powers. He was breathing in deeply, then exhaling, while focusing on the Web of Life and Destiny. Also known as the Web of Reality, it was this element which linked the universe which powered his spider sense. That or weird superpowers. 'But given my powers could...

3 years ago
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Along Came A Spider Ch 01

The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman’s biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of...

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Along Came A Spider Ch 02

The chronological order of my stories is now listed in WifeWatchman’s biography. Feedback and constructive criticism is very much appreciated, and I encourage feedback for ideas. This story contains graphic scenes, language and actions that might be extremely offensive to some people. These scenes, words and actions are used only for the literary purposes of this story. The author does not condone murder, racial language, violence, rape or violence against women, and any depictions of any of...

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Thangaiku Theriyaamal Amma Magalai Oothen

Indru tamil kama kathaiyil ilamaiyaana magalum pinbu vithavai ammavaiyum eppadi usar seithu matter poten endru ungaluku solugiren. Suvarasiyam athigam irukum kama kathaikul selalam vaarungal, en peyar karthik. En veethiiyil oru pen ilamaiyaaga sexiyaaga irupaal, avalai thinamum sight adithu kondu irupen. Thinamum aval kalluri sendru varum pozhuthu iru velaiyilum sight adika arambithu viduven. Aval peyar nandhini vayathu 21 irukum, avaluku veetil aan thunai kidaiyaathu. Veetil oru amma iru...

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Skin Deep III Chapter 6 Come into my parlor said the Spider to the Fly

Chapter 6 'Come into my parlor,' said the Spider to the Fly All Roads Lead to Rome The Boogeyman had managed to hitch a ride on an unmanned agricultural feed vehicle carrying hay. The vehicle stopped north of a place called Martic Forge, and began automatically off loading pressed hay blocks into an adjacent pasture. After that he left the main road having walked some fifteen miles into the heart of Pennsylvania Dutch country. In the dark, he had been able to walk just outside of an...

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She Swallowed the Spider to Swallow the Fly

=== She Swallowed the Spider to Swallow the Fly === by Trismegistus Shandy A much shorter version of this story appeared under the title "Instructions" in Hutcho's mixed tape anthology "Funky Lady" in January 2015. This story is released under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License. You may repost it on other sites, for instance, or write new stories based on it, as long as you give me credit and release your own stories under the same...

1 year ago
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Spider and the Fly

The Spider and the Fly Chapter 1 - Catching the Fly The moment had finally come when she had stated she wanted to be his. The last few months were a slow and strenuous journey of slowly gaining her trust and making her come to her senses over exactly what he could provide that she could only find through him… but when she came on the phone for him, moaning so loudly he worried the police would be called not only at her place, but at his, he knew he had her… if he could do that to her...

1 year ago
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SpiderMan Ultimate Beginnings Chapter One

Peter rolled over and looked at his gorgeous wife Mary-Jane. Her red hair shone in the early morning light. Peter watched her breathe as her incredible 36D tits slightly moved up and down beneath the sheets. Peter laid back and thought of having sex with his beautiful wife. His 8-inch cock began to harden as he thought about Mary-Jane. Peter pulled back the covers on her and began rubbing her massive tits through her bra. Mary-Jane sighed deeply in her sleep. Slowly Peter pulled down her black...

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Japanese Black Widow Spider

Japanese Black Widow Spider By Kathy Smith Niall O'Reilly was an engineer at Rolls-Royce but was on loan to Mitsubishi Heavy Industries. They are going the next generation jet engines. His parents were Irish but he was born in London. His degrees are in mechanical engineering and he was a MBA too. He speaks Japanese, Mandarin, Cantonese, Malay, Hindi, French, German, Spanish and other languages too. He is very tall, 1.9 m but he is a bean pole, just 68 kg! So, in Japan, he...

2 years ago
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Tara 1 SpidersChapter 3

Mark looked around and wondered why Vasari had dropped him on a path in the middle of a forest. He hoped he didn’t get lost getting out of it. The forest was dimly lit but cool. It had been early evening when they left the Palace, but here there was still just enough light to see by. He doubted it would last long though. As a precaution, he told his satchel to appear, and he bent down to retrieve it. He rummaged in it and removed his wand. He could at least use it as a torch. He had been...

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