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This story is for adults only! The story has strong sexual and violent content as well as offensive language. If this is something that you feel uncomfortable with or if not old enough according to the law, the author would suggest that you read no further.

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All of the characters in this story are the property of Marvel Comics. The author makes no claim of ownership on these characters. It is a parody. Written for entertainment and not profit. If you wish to make money off of Marvel, buy stock. I did.

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Authors note: For some time people have been asking me questions about the time in this story. Day/Night/Yesterday/Today etc� so from now on at the lead of a section I�ll put the day and time up.

Ultimate Tangled Web

Chapter 14

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[Tuesday evening]

I am in Hell. It�s not at the hands of Doctor Octopus or Norman Osborn; I am in a special hell built just for Peter Parker. I�m in love with Mary Jane Watson. I broke it off with Kitty Pryde to get back together with Mary Jane. MJ decided that my heart hasn�t dangled enough lately. So we�re not going out, officially.

I�ve also had a boner for two days. It aches like hell.

Ever since the fight with my crazy clone and his three stooges, I�ve had a massive erection (It�s from nerve poison. I�m not that much of an egomaniac). Mr. Stiffy makes life difficult. I�m constantly reminded of my throbbing knob every time I eat, sleep, study, pee, not pee, lay down, or stand up. I don�t have a costume right now, and even if I did, I couldn�t imagine web-slinging or beating up bad guys with a rock-hard johnson.

Like many a young man before me, I�ve discovered that my penis has complicated my existence.

With Mary Jane not being my girlfriend I�ve been trying to make it go away the only way I know how. Thank God for Aunt May�s Tuesday night wine-tasting class, the Internet, and moisturizer. (What? I like to have the sound on when wanking.)

Why do boners make my IQ drop?

So I was watching a red head and a blonde get it on when there was a knock at the window. After turning red I tucked it into my pajama bottoms and went to see who it was. (Wasn�t too worried. super-villains don�t knock.)

The knocker-person hung upside down, the red mask with the big white-eyes and dangling long black hair told me who it was. I slid the window open and she jumped inside. "Hey stud, don�t you answer your phone anymore?"

The skintight red outfit with the white spider motif clung to Jessica Drew�s body. She was a much better clone than the other guy who stole my costume and web-shooters.

Jessica pulled down her mask and glared at me. "Hello? Earth to Peter?"

"Huh? Sorry," I stammered, "it took me a moment to get used to the new hair color."

She smiled the same way I smiled. "Yeah, I�m trying to make us look different. You�ll have to forgive me, I wake up to a daily identity crisis." She played with the long strands of jet-black hair. "Since I plan on doing more superhero-ing I figured we needed some physical differences."

I raised an eyebrow at her. "My mask covers my hair."

Jessica smirked at me. "Your villains keep pulling your mask off."

Damn. She�s right. I don�t want to tell her but since she was "born" Kingpin and Silver Sable have been added to that list.

"Did you forget about our date?"

I blinked. Date? Awkward�

"Hello," she made a knocking motion on the side of my head. "Earth to Peter Parker! We�re supposed to be combing the city for our wayward clone and his science experiments."

Jessica�s outfit was really skintight.

"Are you okay? You look like you�re running a fever?" She asked as she gave me one of those awkward hugs.

My spine went stiff. She stepped back and looked down. Quickly she looked up at my eyes. There was an uncomfortable silence. She had to feel how hard I was on her hip.

"Well," Jess was the first to break it, "I guess you like the outfit."

I could still feel the heat from how her body pressed against me. My sex ached at the nearness of hers. I could feel a lump rise in my throat.

"Um�" what the hell do you say to your female clone in this situation? "Uh, it�s not because of you."

Jessica tilted her head to the side and gave me that �are you crazy?� look with those big brown eyes. "Wow. Equal parts creepy and insulting. How does MJ put up with us?"

"No," I interject as I tried to concentrate on something besides sex. "It�s whatever the hell was in that wasp-lady�s venom. Ever since I�ve been-"

"Standing at attention?" Jessica finished.

I nodded. She crossed her arms and rubbed her chin. It was a posture I�ve seen Reed Richards take when he was deep in thought. It was one I didn�t do myself. It seemed like Jessica had made progress becoming her own person.

"I went to that site in Jersey last night." Jessica mused aloud (that was a trait that we both had in common). "I found some of our defective clone�s notes. He was really onto something with his Oz/venom theory. He injected venomous animals with Oz and had them bite two separate subjects. For the third subject he mixed a serum of Oz and rodent DNA. The results were exactly as he hypothesized. The envenomed subjects proved more mentally and physically stable. The viper subject got half the dose and stayed physically human. The spider-wasp subject got a full measure and could transform back and forth. While the rat serum subject lost control of his mind and body via biochemical mutation."

This is science. Normally I can keep up with science. Mr. Wiggly was distracting me from following her conclusion.

Jessica walked over to my computer, stared for a second before she minimized my free porn movie, and logged on to Wikipedia.

I smack myself in the head as I realized I should have been doing this all along. I should be looking for a cure, not whacking off and worrying about Mary Jane. Why does an erection make me such an idiot?

"So," Jessica typed as she spoke aloud, "You got hit by the Spider-Wasp�s stinger and injected with a healthy amount of venom. Unfortunately for us, the spider-wasps prey is spiders. Being the only genetic human/arachnid hybrids makes us her prey." Jessica stopped typing and turned around in my swivel chair to face me. "Spiders are an essential part of spider-wasp reproduction. After paralyzing a spider with her venom, the female spider-wasp will implant her eggs in the victim�s still living body. When the eggs hatch the larva eats the spider."

Okay, now I�m creeped out.

"It makes a weird sort of sense when you consider the genetic manipulation involved. The insect half eats spiders. The insect�s young will eat spiders. The human portion would need a human male to reproduce, and a spider to incubate and feed her young." Jessica gave me a sympathetic look. "Sorry Peter, it looks like you�re one stop shopping."

My knob throbbed again. "So what are you, oh clone of mine?"

"Female spider," Jessica shrugged, "I�m probably just food."

I adjusted it again. "So how do I make this go away?"

Jessica scowled. "I assume you�ve tried jerking off?"

"Multiple times."

Jessica nodded. "What about sex?"

Nervously I scratched the back of my head. "I broke up with Kitty (which sucked because she didn�t deserve it). Mary Jane and I haven�t gotten back together yet. So I haven�t really had the opportunity."

I noticed the way Jessica stared at the bulge. I�m not exactly sure if that was just scientific curiosity.

"I think it�s a chemical reaction, Peter." Jessica looked up at me. "The spider-wasp mutation would have no use for a erection after copulation, in fact it would make the paralyzed spider/human die quicker since erections require energy to maintain. So one of the female sex hormones would probably cancel the process post-copulation� estrogen, or maybe a time released pheromone."

"So what do you prescribe, Dr. Drew?"

"Sex." Jessica said as she bit her lip. "I really do think it�s pheromonal."

"Why?"

Jessica bit her lip. "Because your scent is really turning me on."

Awkward� very, very awkward�

Jessica stood, no longer comfortable being eye level to my pants. "Go give MJ a hug. I�m pretty sure she couldn�t resist you chemically right now."

"I called her house before," I confided, "her Mom said she was busy tonight."

Jessica nodded in silent resolve. I wanted to go maximize the movie window and get back to masturbation.

Jessica walked over to the still open window, reached out, and lowered the shade. "Okay."

"Okay?" I questioned as I sat on the bed. "What�s "okay"?"

"Aunt May still has that wine-tasting class on Tuesday�s?"

"Yeah�" My voice trailed off, trying to figure out where she was going while trying not to look at the way her hips swayed as she walked over to the other window.

"Okay." Jessica lowered that shade as well. She didn�t turn. She looked at the wall. "Let�s help each other out, Peter."

"Huh?" I knew my brain was slower than normal, but I think I knew where she was going.

"You don�t understand what its like, Peter. I have the memories of your entire life. Its like I went to sleep a boy and woke up a girl. I still identify with everything the way you do, but it gets all fucked up because I�m not you."

"Uh�" I was a little stunned by this. "I think I get where you�re coming from."

"I can�t." Jessica whispered. "I liked girls my whole life, but now I�m turned on by standing too close to a man in an elevator. It�s a chemical and psychological reaction to stimulus, reactions I can�t control."

My throat had suddenly become dry. "I thought you were with Felicia."

"Kinda." I could hear her voice quiver. "She has no idea who I am. She doesn�t know I�m your clone or anything. I didn�t meet her on a rooftop. I met her in a Starbucks for pity�s sake. We talked for hours, finally exchanged numbers. I don�t know what she thought she was getting into. We hung out a few times. She took me dancing..."

Jessica had her back turned to be but I could see her wipe something away from her eyes. "God she�s hot. She knows I�m into her. She even tried to kiss me once. I put the brakes on it, told her it was a new thing for me." Jessica supported herself with one hand on the wall. "Can you imagine having no strings and turning that down? Oh my God! You�ve seen her in that catsuit she wears."

I nodded. Then I realized her back was to me and she couldn�t see me nod. "Yeah, Felicia is sex on wheels." I agreed like a douche. "Are you guys still together?"

"Yeah-ish," Jessica said. "I think not kissing her really bruised her ego."

"It�s a new thing for you, Jess." I tried to console her. "Tell her it�s your first time with a girl. That should-"

Jessica punched the wall and spun. Tears streamed down her face. "I stopped her because I�m still in love with Mary Jane!"

Woah. Silence. Awkward creepy silence as I fumbled for something to say and Jessica glared at me through angry tears.

"I don�t know what to think anymore Peter." She whispered and hissed. "I�m attracted to girls mentally, I�m attracted to men physically, and I�m in love with your girlfriend! Is it too much to ask for a little compassion?"

I didn�t know what to say. My pants throbbed and ached. My brain seemed stuck in a neutral gear. Unconsciously I gripped the bed sheets on either side of my lap and crushed them in a white-knuckled grip.

Jessica straightened up from her aggressive hunch and wiped the tears from her face. "Sorry dude. Hormones."

"Okay," I nodded, a little scared. "So�"

Jessica walked in front of me. I could see her body move under her skintight suit. "So let�s help each other out. I need this and you need this." She knelt in front of me. "Aunt May�s out� You�re not dating MJ right now� I�m not committed to Felicia�"

One of her gloved hands found its way to the back of my neck. I could feel her tits brush against my crotch. I could smell her breath. Her lips were inches from mine.

"Just let it happen�" she whispered.

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[Elsewhere, Tuesday Night]

Emma Frost sat at her desk shuffling through paperwork. It was busy work, something she should hand off to a subordinate. Normally she would, but she wanted to look busy for when Gwen Stacy got there (sometime in the next ten minutes).

Emma Frost could write a book about seduction. Of course she never would, giving your tools and talents away to potential enemies was simply idiotic, but she knew enough about seduction to fill several volumes. What most people couldn�t believe was how pathetically easy seduction was when done right.

Her theory boiled down to this: don�t. Let the subjects seduce themselves. People have a way of convincing themselves of something much more thoroughly than you ever could.

The case in point knocked at the door. "Enter," Emma said as she shuffled papers to look busy.

Gwen Stacy walked into Emma Frost�s office. She saw the way the girl�s eyes darted about the room. It seemed Gwen still didn�t feel comfortable in the Regency era decorum of the mansion.

{Environment was the first key to seduction. Put yourself in a place where you feel comfortable but they don�t. It was the best way to keep them off balance. They hand over control of the situation to you.}

Emma looked up from her paperwork. "Please, have a seat Gwen. I believe we have much to discuss." Emma didn�t watch as Gwen quietly found her seat.

{The second piece fell into place. Emma acted like she didn�t need anything from Gwen. That indifference distorted the whole scenario. Now the entire rendezvous was about them seeking your approval, to make you care about them. From now on, this encounter was about Gwen seeking Emma�s approval.}

After a few minutes of reviewing and signing documents, Emma looked up. Gwen sat in the high-backed chair, fidgeting uncomfortably.

Emma took off her glasses and looked Gwen in the eye. "Yesterday I asked you a question, an important question, and one not to be taken lightly. Have you given it careful consideration?"

Gwen�s mouth was a timid and straight line. She nodded affirmative.

Emma stood. She wore her regular dress, a conservative business suit in opulent white. "Anything you want." She dropped her blue-tinged eyeglasses on the pile of papers and crossed around to the front of the desk. Emma sat against its edge and crossed her legs. "So Gwendolyn, do you have an answer for me? Have you decided what you want?"

{This was the third step, and the most important element. Want. They have to want. You can�t make them want, but everybody wants something. You have to show them what they want, and make sure they know that you can give this to them. After that, people are putty in your hands. Stack that with the environment (discomfort/confidence) and indifference (approval seeking) and the subject of your seduction will want you. They will want you more than the true object of their desire.}

Gwen Stacy stared at where Emma�s crossed legs became visible under her skirt. She zoned out a little, looking for the right words to say.

"I�ve thought about it a lot Ms. Frost." Gwen swallowed nervously, "You�ve been incredibly generous to me. I know you�re wealthy, and you use your money for good ends. I did some reading on the Internet about your school in Chicago. But�" Gwen looked up with her big blue eyes. "The only thing I really want, more than a roof over my head or a college education, is to control this thing inside me."

Gwen�s eyes began to mist. Emma nodded solemnly.

"Alright." Emma rubbed her fingertip over her lips in a contemplative fashion. "I�m glad you made this decision, Gwen. It shows a lot of intelligence and maturity on your part. You should be commended." Emma reached out and combed stray hairs away from Gwen�s face. "There is a price to be paid for this. While you chose the right road, it is not an easy one."

Gwen struck a sly smile. "I figured."

Emma crossed her arms and marveled at the young woman� poise and resolve. "Since you have read up on me you know I�ve experience in this regard. To control the beast will require discipline. I can train you in this, but you will have to trust me. I�m going to have to make you do things your not comfortable with. Don�t be scared. I�ve been through this sort of thing before." Emma reached out and took the girl�s hand. "We can beat this together if you trust me."

Gwen placed her other hand on top of Emma�s. She took the woman�s elegant hand in both of her�s. "You�ve been so nice to me. You haven�t asked for anything in return. You�re a good person Ms. Frost. If the only thing you ask for is trust, I�d be a fool not to give it."

Gwen Stacy�s face became a mask of determination. "I�ll do whatever it takes. Teach me."

Emma Frost smiled.

TBC�
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