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Poison-Kissed Spider	By : AnansiScribe Category: Marvel Verse Comics > Crossovers Views: 7695 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Poison-Kissed Spider”
Chapter 2: “Your Lips Are Poison”
Disclaimer: Spider-Man and all associated and related characters belong to Marvel Comics and Marvel Studios. Final Fight and Street Fighter and all associated or related characters belong to Capcom. I own nothing but the idea for this story and the perverse amusement that I receive from writing it for you all, my fans and readers, and for my good friend The Amazing Shrinking Violet, as this is my birthday present to her.
Author’s note: What started as a birthday present for last year is now going to be a birthday present for this year, due to me taking so long with this story already. Ergo, the action is going to be here, although there will be a little more setup to go first, mainly in how the friends, allies, and former love interests of Spider-Man will react to his latest female acquaintance. Then comes the action, which I hope I’ll have written satisfactorily enough for all you dirty-minded readers out there. Anyway, that’s enough babbling from me, time to get down and spin some webs!
Inside Avengers Mansion and Stark Tower, two teams of Avengers were watching the impromptu wrestling broadcast between Spider-Man and Hugo Andore with great . . . something. They weren’t sure whether to be darkly amused or frightened for Spider-Man’s safety, particularly with how unpredictable and off-kilter Poison seemed. Of course, if they’d thought Spider-Man beating Hugo was the end of it, they had another thing coming when Poison pretty much shoved her tongue into Spider-Man’s mouth on live camera . . . after confessing she didn’t actually know anything about his secret identity.
“What the hell was that?” Hawkeye asked inside Stark Tower. “No, seriously, what the hell was that?”
“Um, a crazy chick macking on Spider-Man?” Wolverine remarked.
“Who is she?” Spider-Woman asked, and she sounded rather . . . put off.
“Name’s Poison,” Iron Man replied. “Looked up her profile. Used to be with the Mad Gear Syndicate over in Metro, till they went too far even for her and she and her pal bowed out to pursue a more legit career in professional wrestling. Guess they figured they were gonna make their name on a fight with Spider-Man.”
“And what would possess him to go over there and not call on us for help?” Captain America asked.
“Man’s got his pride, Cap,” Iron Man replied. “Wanted to handle this himself, I guess.”
“He’s an Avenger, isn’t he?” Noh-Varr inquired. “Part of a team. What does a team exist for if not to be relied on when an individual cannot do it all on his own?”
“Spider-Man’s a very private person,” Iron Man answered. “This thing we do . . . having our identities mostly in the open, it’s not his way. He likes having somewhere he can go and be whoever he is when he’s not wearing the costume and not feel like he’s Spider-Man 24/7 even if he’s not in the costume.”
“Secret identity’s a waste of time,” Red Hulk grumbled.
“Funny, coming from you,” Captain America replied sardonically.
“He wants to mess around with some tramp, he can be my guest,” the Red Hulk groused, ignoring the jibe.
“You’re still sore about the Subterranea thing?” Hawkeye asked.
“I don’t like being a taxi, and I don’t like him,” was Red Hulk’s grumpy reply.
“He’s a surprisingly likeable guy when he’s not being completely annoying,” Spider-Woman confessed.
“Then you go be his girlfriend and make Spider-Babies with him,” Red Hulk sourly retorted.
Spider-Woman glowered at the Red Hulk, and her fingers started to twitch with faint bioelectric pulses between them. “Ooh, is that a fight I’m looking at?” Wolverine commented. “Lotta fun to see this one.”
“Don’t egg them on, Logan,” Captain America admonished.
Inside Avengers Mansion, the Avengers there were just as shocked and confused by what they’d seen. “What kind of nonsense is that?” Mockingbird asked. “What is he doing?”
“Protecting his secret identity, he thought,” Ms. Marvel replied, though she didn’t look very happy, either, probably because Poison had put her tongue right down Spider-Man’s throat.
Jessica Jones didn’t look too happy with Poison herself. “I know that tramp.”
“You do?” her husband, Luke Cage, asked.
“Ran into her once or twice, while she was with the Mad Gear Gang,” Jessica replied. “Story is she’s gone straight, but this is a pretty weird idea of straight she’s got, hijacking the broadcast so we can all watch her muscle get owned by Spider-Man.”
“Weird. Yeah,” Iron Fist, Luke’s best friend and longtime partner, dryly observed.
“Wall-crawler’s got himself a fine mess,” Ben Grimm commented. “A revolting development if I ever saw one.”
Victoria Hand sighed. “You’re almost more trouble than you’re worth, Spider-Man,” she muttered to herself, watching from a distance due to not being fully trusted by the Avengers after her role in promoting Norman Osborn and his H.A.M.M.E.R. organization during the period that was colloquially referred to as “the Dark Reign.” Spider-Man, in particular, had it out for her since he had a very personal antagonism with Osborn for Osborn’s deeds as the Green Goblin and thus took a dim view of anyone willingly associated with him.
Inside a lavish apartment on the better side of Manhattan, a felonious feline fatale was watching her widescreen TV with deep aggravation. “Who does this bitch think she is?” Felicia Hardy, alias notorious thief the Black Cat, snapped irritably, seeing Poison practically molesting Spider-Man’s face with her mouth. “I do the whole ‘sexy femme fatale on the wrong side of the law’ shtick better than that tramp!” Oh, there was going to be a reckoning for this “Poison” if she had anything to say about it.
Inside another apartment suite in another area of the city, a beautiful redhead by the name of Mary Jane Watson watched her television with no small amount of mixed jealousy, worry, and regret. “Peter . . . what have you gotten yourself mixed up in now?” she asked.
The next day saw Spider-Man dropping by Avengers Mansion, fully prepared for the questions – and mockery – he would get from his fellow Avengers. He was not disappointed in the slightest, as Iron Man seemed to be smirking at him from behind his helmet. “I hear you’ve been seen in the company of strange women,” he jibed.
“No stranger than the kind you usually wake up next to,” Spider-Man jibed back.
“Yeah, touché,” Iron Man brushed off the taunt.
“Just make sure you’re careful around her,” Red Hulk grumbled. “You don’t wanna catch anything.”
“You really do care,” Spider-Man jibed. “I’m touched, Rulk. Seriously.”
“Shut up,” Red Hulk grunted irritably.
“Anyway, you might wanna stay on your toes,” Iron Man warned the web-slinger. “Some of our lady teammates weren’t so happy after last night.”
“What for?” Spider-Man wondered. “It’s not like I wanted her to kiss me!”
Iron Man sighed. “So young, so naïve. I’m somewhere between pity and envy.”
Spider-Man let out an irritated groan. “This is going to be hell for the next few days, isn’t it?”
“Yeah, for you,” Iron Man replied with a snicker. “And a few days is about right, enough time for it to blow over and some new apocalyptic threat to rear its ugly head to get smashed in by us.”
“Yeah, if it’s all the same to you, I’m gonna hope that new apocalyptic threat waits a while,” Spider-Man rejoined. “I’m still getting stray webs out of my hair that aren’t mine.”
Iron Man chuckled amiably. “I can relate. Got some in the joints.”
“I thought that newfangled suit of yours didn’t have things as primitive as joints,” Spider-Man teased.
“Yeah, funny talk coming from the guy who tricked himself out in a TRON suit,” Iron Man jibed back.
“At least I didn’t integrate my suit into my body so I wouldn’t have to actually take it off,” Spider-Man mocked.
“Coming from the guy whose suit at one point was an alien organism that could become any kind of clothing he wanted,” Iron Man rejoined.
“You two done with your little contest?” Hawkeye asked, having come back from sharpening his archery skills.
“Why, you got something to show us, Clint?” Spider-Man asked.
Hawkeye chuckled. “Something else, you know that, Webs?”
“Of course I’m something else,” Spider-Man rejoined. “Spectacular.”
“I was gonna go for astonishing,” Iron Man remarked.
“I’d settle for annoying,” Red Hulk interrupted grumpily.
“Are you always in a bad mood, or is it just me?” Spider-Man asked.
“It’s just you,” Red Hulk replied.
Spider-Man snorted. “Yeah, and I’ll bet the Hulk is green because of how jolly he is. You two should get together for Christmas, since your colors complement each other so nicely.”
Red Hulk aimed a sour golden glare at Spider-Man. “Just be careful what you do with that woman. I know bad road when I see it.”
“I’m sure you do,” Spider-Man rejoined. “Nice to know you care.”
“And yeah, I do have something to show you,” Hawkeye said. “You might as well come in and sit down.”
“Why sit down?” Spider-Man wondered.
“Spider-stickiness or not, you might just fall down if you don’t sit,” the Avengers’ master archer answered. “But hey, go ahead if you don’t wanna listen. See if I care.”
The four Avengers gathered inside the mansion’s living room, where the other Avengers had already assembled. “What are we watching?” Spider-Man asked.
“UCWF promo,” Ben Grimm, the rocky strongman of the Fantastic Four and sometime Avenger, replied. “Your new girlfriend’s been vamping it up.”
“She’s not my girlfriend,” Spider-Man denied.
“Tell Danvers that,” Wolverine whispered in Spider-Man’s ear, which drew the wall-crawler’s attention to Ms. Marvel’s sour glare at the TV.
“Why are we watching this?” she asked.
Hawkeye shrugged, although the smirk he aimed at Spider-Man gave plenty of reason in and of itself. Spider-Woman and Mockingbird took a moment to look at each other and let out resigned sighs. “Yeah, I know,” Spider-Man grumbled good-naturedly. “It’s ‘Mess with Spidey’ Day.”
“Just one more thing,” Poison said on the TV screen, leaning forward to give the camera (and the viewing audience) a good look inside her crop top. “This one goes out to my one and only web-slinger. Come to the show, and I’ve got something special waiting for you when you get backstage. Don’t miss out.”
Ms. Marvel glowered at Spider-Man. “You’re not going to fall for that, are you?” she asked.
“No,” Spider-Man replied. “At the same time, if she’s setting a trap for me, then it’d be a good idea to scope it out and see if I can’t make it backfire on her.”
“You want somebody to come with you?” Luke Cage offered. “Some backup so you don’t get totally snowed by her?”
“Snowed?” Jessica Jones repeated with a raised eyebrow. “Not the word I’d be thinking of for what might happen to him.”
Luke chuckled. “You’ve got a filthy mind, Jess.”
“Just be careful if you do go down there,” Jessica warned her fellow Avenger and onetime high school crush.
“Aren’t I always?” Spider-Man teased.
Everyone looked skeptically at Spider-Man, as if to unanimously say, “No.”
Spider-Man burst out laughing. “You guys are the best of the best, you know that? And by the way, Hawkeye?” He smirked behind his mask. “Still standing.”
Hawkeye let out a brief snort. “Yeah, whatever, Web-Head.”
Days went by and Peter spent them in nervous contemplation of what Poison might have in store for him. When he wasn’t doing that, he was reassuring Mary Jane that nothing was going to happen between him and Poison. As Spider-Man, he was dodging the Black Cat’s jealous overtures (ironic, considering she was the one who wanted them to be “friends with benefits”) when he wasn’t fighting criminals who had returned to being all too common once dosed with Anti-Venom serum for that case of Spider-Flu. As Peter, he was also busy working on new ideas at Horizon but still took time to call Aunt May to see how she and Jameson, Sr. were doing in Boston. For the record, he would likely never get used to being in-laws with the man who so intensely hated his alter ego.
The night finally came and Spider-Man was swinging to the Unlimited Class Wrestling Federation arena for Poison’s debut. He was wearing a modified form of his stealth costume, one he’d remade after Kaine, his reformed serial killer clone “brother,” had made off with the one he originally built following the defeat of the Spider-Queen. It looked the same as the original, but with added features such as a sonic filtering mechanism so that he could still hear certain sounds (like the ones coming from his special radios) while the suit was in defense mode. The suit also came with magnetic webbing to jam radio frequencies and conductor webbing that could transfer an electric charge to stun opponents and make them less able to try to break free. Suffice it to say, he was fully intent on not being caught unprepared for any trap Poison might be laying for him.
Yeah, “laying,” Spider-Man mused sardonically to himself. Nice turn of phrase, that.
In what seemed like forever and yet no time at all, Spider-Man had reached the UCWF arena and begun searching for Poison’s room backstage. While some part of him was curious to see her moves for himself, he was also aware of how much attention he’d draw in his costume and some oddly sympathetic part of him didn’t want to steal her spotlight. Then he remembered he was in a stealth costume that could not only turn him invisible but muffle any and all sound he could make, thus rendering him completely inconspicuous and able to enjoy Poison’s performance without worrying about drawing attention away from her.
He felt utterly silly in that moment, but he was still sneaking around looking for Poison’s backstage room. He did find it some minutes later, and it wasn’t too hard, with the lights and glitter and everything shouting, “Look at me!” Looking around to make sure no one could see him, Spider-Man dropped from the ceiling into a crouch in the hall by Poison’s door and worked it open, furtively slipping inside.
He had to say, the room was surprisingly well-decorated, if a little too loud for his sensibilities. It seemed very much like the kind of place a not-so-ladylike lady like Poison might feel comfortable in. The wall-crawler was a bit tempted to relax inside the room himself, but he was quick to remember that he was searching for potential traps. For the moment, his spider-sense wasn’t going off, but he could never be too careful, given his circumstances.
After a thorough search of Poison’s room had yielded nothing in the way of traps or dangers for himself – though plenty of embarrassment when he’d gone through her underwear drawer (he had to make sure, all right?) – Spider-Man resigned himself to the fact that Poison had no dastardly designs on his person . . . except for the sexual variety, which he wasn’t sure how to react to. He had just ended things with Carlie Cooper, or rather, she’d ended things with him after finding out he was Spider-Man thanks to the Spider-Island epidemic. That kind of thing put a damper on his expectations for romance or intimacy with a woman, or anyone, for that matter.
Pushing his troubled love life out of his mind, Spider-Man departed Poison’s backstage room and made way to see her in action. As he peered out into the ring, he could see Poison’s opponent, a very well-built blonde with her hair in pigtails and dressed in a light blue leotard with heart patterns most prominently highlighting her large bust. The look of cheerful anticipation and eagerness on her face made her look strangely adorable, an intriguing contrast with the skimpiness of her wrestling costume and the voluptuousness of her frame.
“In this corner, we have Rainbow Mika, sweetheart champion of the Japanese wrestling scene and now ready to conquer the U.S.!” the announcer declared. “But can she stand against the irresistible might of Poison?!”
Indeed, Poison was making her big entrance down the walkway, with a strut that managed to be both sexy and intimidating in one go. The entrance song playing was a thrumming, heavy rock beat, its chorus declaring:
[’Cause I’m the fucking king of the world / Get on your knees / I’m the fucking king of the world / Do as I please / So get up and get out and I’ll show you / What it takes for me to control you / ‘Cause I’m the fucking king of the world . . .]
Dominatrix, much? Spider-Man wondered bemusedly as the entrance song played with Poison sexily somersaulting into the ring.
“And now we have Poison, the vicious vixen from Metro City out to beat any and all comers in the Unlimited Class Wrestling Federation!” the announcer declared. “Will her venomous bite bring down Rainbow Mika, or will Rainbow Mika drain the venom from Poison?! Get ready! Get set! FIGHT!”
“Showtime!” Poison declared. “Time to get your ass kicked!”
“Don’t underestimate me!” Mika retorted, and the match was on, Mika leading with a double-footed jump kick that Poison flipped to dodge. Mika landed on the ground, but sprung up again to catch Poison in the middle of her flip kick and grappled her into a tight hold. “Got you!” Seizing her moment while she had Poison trapped, she brought her to the ground with a slam.
“Holy shit!” the announcer exclaimed. “Mika’s got Poison in her grip and it doesn’t look like she’s letting go anytime soon! How will Poison escape?!”
Poison’s method of escape was to wrap her long, toned legs around Mika, giving the audience a little girl-on-girl tease . . . right before she used those legs to toss Mika. Granted, Mika was still holding tightly enough that Poison was flung along with her, but all the tumbling in the ring loosened Mika’s grip enough for Poison to slip loose.
“Nice try, sweetcheeks, but you’re going to need a lot more than what you’ve got to bring me down!” Poison taunted, before moving in for the kill with a vicious uppercut lash from her riding crop. Somehow, the violent motion of her riding crop through the air generated kinetic energy sufficient to throw Mika into the back of the ring, and Spider-Man could swear he saw a tinge of pink where the crop had swiped through the air to attack Mika.
Undeterred, though, Mika bounced off the ropes and into a vaulting maneuver that segued into a clothesline tackle to Poison, before she twisted around to hold her pink-haired foe in a rear arm bar and once again slam her to the ground. To Mika’s surprise, Poison just giggled. “You must really like putting your hands on me!” she teased.
“I’m not like that!” Mika squealed cutely in objection.
“It’s ok,” Poison purred in a teasingly sultry voice. “We all have those urges sometimes.”
While the audience might have been titillated by the prospect of a little girl-on-girl (including Spider-Man, in the back of his mind), there was a bit more to Poison’s flirting than just titillation. She was really trying to get Rainbow Mika flustered enough to leave herself open for a counterattack. She opened her legs, bared by her skimpy cutoffs, slowly, to tease the audience with the area between as she spread them further apart while tilting her pelvis upward until her legs were at a nearly 180-degree angle.
She also tilted her head up to wink flirtatiously at Mika, drawing her foe’s unwitting attention to the area between her legs as well and flustering her even more. Then she lifted her legs up, slowly bringing them together until her limber calves met on either side of Mika’s head, for a sudden reversal as Poison pulled her head free of Mika’s arm bar. In a dazzling display of flexibility and agility, Poison swung her upper body up 180 degrees until she rested on top of Rainbow Mika’s head, but that was a moment before she used her leg grip on Mika’s head to pull her to the ground.
“What an upset!” the announcer shouted. “Such flexibility and agility! And so much misdirection and sleight of hand!”
“Don’t you mean ‘sleight of leg’?” another announcer dryly remarked, a sly smirk in his tone.
“Yeah, sleight of leg works, too!” the announcer agreed. “Nobody brings the magic like Poison!”
The audience wasn’t the only ones stunned at Poison’s maneuver. As probably the single most agile hero in the business, Spider-Man had to give it up to Poison; she could give him a run for his money in the agility contest, even if she was an un-augmented human, and after that brief pink flash and the kinetic backlash she’d used to strike Mika even though her crop hadn’t actually touched her, he had his doubts. Poison definitely had a lot more tricks than just her sex appeal, and that she already had in spades.
“How does it feel?” Poison asked Mika tauntingly. “Does it feel good?”
“It feels like my head is going to burst!” Mika yelled.
“Ooh, I think something else might burst, too, know what I mean?” Poison teased, before flipping off Mika as they both sprang to their feet.
“Poison has the upper hand now, but Rainbow Mika is far from ready to quit!” the first announcer exclaimed. “Gotta love that can-do spirit!”
“It’s one hell of a match, that’s for sure,” the second announcer spoke up, the sly smirk evident in his tone.
“This is getting so exciting!” Rainbow Mika cheered. “I’ve never fought someone like you before!”
“Of course,” Poison replied with a wicked smirk. “I’m the one and only Poison!”
Mika attacked again, this time launching herself at Poison by her well-shaped backside. Poison performed a front flip that ended in an axe kick that hit Mika so hard she ended up prone on her knees, and she was presenting the perfect target for Poison’s next attack. “That’s just perfect for you,” she purred as she got her riding crop readied, and then . . .
“Are you seeing this?!” the first announcer asked, astonished. “Are you seeing this?!”
“Yeah, I am . . .” the second announcer replied, his dry, sardonic tone having faded into astonishment as well. “And I am starting to have second thoughts about what this Poison lady is into!”
Yes, Poison was spanking Rainbow Mika’s very well-formed and now upraised derriere with her riding crop, while keeping one foot on her foe’s blonde pigtailed head so she couldn’t escape. “Well, you were the one throwing that sweet ass at me!” she yelled at Mika as she whipped said ass with her riding crop. “Don’t be surprised at what you get for it!”
High above, maintaining stealth mode from his perch, Spider-Man did not honestly know how to react, though he was somewhere between scared (for Mika) and, self-admittedly, turned on. I mean, Felicia and I tried some stuff in the bed now and again, particularly when I was wearing the black suit, and Mary Jane and I had all sorts of fun with my webs . . . but this? This is just . . . He swallowed, though he didn’t know if that was out of nervousness or arousal, and a certain part of his anatomy was a little less than conflicted to begin with.
When Poison’s attack ended, Mika was upright on her knees rubbing her reddened backside in a vain attempt to soothe the pain. “Too much for you, sweetcheeks?” Poison taunted her again. “Let’s finish this!”
Mika sprung up to attack Poison again, only for her opponent to back-flip into a dodge. Undeterred, Mika changed her motion into a sliding kick that caught Poison in her toned stomach just as she landed. Poison flew back into the ropes, and sprang off into a front flip ending in an axe kick that reintroduced Mika to the ground, this time landing on her back – and her still-quite-sore rear end.
“Ten-count, ref,” Poison called out confidently.
Mika tried her damnedest to get out of Poison’s pin, but Poison had done a number on her already, enough that a twelve-count would’ve given her a better chance to get up and fight again. As such, Poison was declared the winner of the match, and she leaned down to speak into her downed opponent’s ear, making sure her lips brushed the other girl’s sensitive skin. “You know what this means? You’ve gotta join my organization now.”
“Join you!?” Rainbow Mika uttered in astonishment.
“Why not?” Poison asked. “You’re damn good, got me on the ropes. I’d like to nurture that, help it grow . . . among other things. And if you’re worried about your prissy sponsor Karin Kanzuki, you might as well have her come over and see me. We can talk. I can be very, very persuasive when I want.”
“Poison, are you trying to seduce that girl?” Spider-Man asked, giving in to the urge to make references to The Graduate. Not like anybody was going to hear him, the way his stealth mode bent sound as well as light to make him both invisible and inaudible. He was surprised to admit it, but he was pretty turned on at this point, and that reminded him that he still needed answers from Poison as to what she actually wanted from him. Following her backstage, he swiftly darted into her room as soon as she opened the door and once it was closed, he de-cloaked in front of her, light and sound bending in the empty space that was being filled by his manifestation.
Poison was shocked as she saw him appear before her, but her shock quickly melted into a sultrier, more lustful smirk. “You really did come for me. I’m flattered.”
“What do you want, Poison?” Spider-Man interrogated.
“With you?” Poison supplied. “Your company. Your body next to mine after a dizzying night of pleasure and ecstasy.”
“And what makes you think I’d agree to that?” Spider-Man wondered, trying to sound more aloof and harsh than bewildered.
“You . . . interest me,” Poison admitted, her sultry tone fading a bit. “I mean, you get called a criminal and a menace day in and day out, and you still go out and try to help people. What makes you do it?”
Spider-Man sighed. “It’s the right thing to do. Why shouldn’t I?” He gazed at Poison from behind the blue-white lenses of his mask. “Now you. Why do you want me so much?”
“You remind me of someone,” Poison confessed. “Someone I knew a long time ago, who used to be a lot like you . . . until the day I fucked up his life.”
“Fucked up his life how, exactly?” Spider-Man inquired.
“I set him up to take the fall for my crimes when I was in the Mad Gear Gang,” Poison explained, shamefaced. “We had someone on the inside of the Metro City PD, someone who helped us set him up because he and his father-in-law, Mayor Mike Haggar, kept getting in our way. He was never the same after that, like everything that was good in him had just died, and I . . . I did that to him . . .” Tears ran down her face, said face hidden by her pink hair.
“Is that why you left the Mad Gear Gang?” Spider-Man wondered.
“Yes,” Poison confessed through her tears. “I couldn’t take the guilt anymore, knowing what I’d done to a man that I really came to love in spite of myself. So I came here, for a fresh start, to try to make my way like an honest woman . . . well, as honest as I can get, anyway.” This was followed by a bitterly sardonic chuckle, and to her surprise, Spider-Man hugged her.
“Guilt’s something I live with on a regular basis,” he admitted to her. “I wasn’t always such a dashing hero. Once, I was just a kid who was tired of being picked on all the time just because I was smaller and weaker than everyone else. When I got these powers, I thought at first that I could cash in on them, make everyone see how wrong they were to look down on me and rub their faces in it. Then I let a petty thief escape because I figured it wasn’t my problem, I wasn’t a cop or anything like that, and I shouldn’t be expected to stick out my neck for other people when nobody did the same for me. I came home that same night, and I found out that the man who raised me like a father had been murdered by some hood and the son of a bitch had taken his car to make a getaway. The cops had managed to corner him, but they were scared the old saying about cornered animals would turn out to be accurate.
“I wasn’t. I just wanted him to pay for what he’d done, so I went in and took him down. I wanted to kill him, so badly. I almost did, but then I remembered, this wouldn’t have happened if I’d done the right thing from the get-go and stopped him when I had the chance. Killing him wasn’t going to change that, and so I left him tied up in spider webs for the cops to bring in and went on my way. The man he killed, the man who raised me, taught me that great power came with great responsibility, that those with the power to help others should help, and if enough people did that, the world would become a better place.”
Poison sniffled slightly. “Sorry . . . it’s just that . . . it sounds like you had a great father.”
“Best I ever knew,” Spider-Man murmured.
“Better than mine, at any rate,” Poison muttered. She sniffed. “And before you say it, no, I don’t have daddy issues. That’s not what got me into this.”
“Then what?” Spider-Man asked.
“Let’s just say people usually aren’t ready or willing to deal with a gal like me, and leave it at that,” Poison replied. Her expression turned sultry again, her lips turned up in a seductive smirk. “Since we’ve opened up to each other, how about we open up some more?” She reached up and peeled his mask back, lifting it as far as his nose before kissing him with no cloth obstruction to get in the way of their lips touching this time. He could have easily broken her grip and out of the kiss, but if he was honest with himself, he didn’t really want to, and he began to kiss her back. Poison let out a soft moan and began to gently prod his lips with her tongue, making a silent inquiry that he answered by parting his lips to accept her tongue, as his hands went down to her waist and pulled her closer to him.
While he could have kept on going for several minutes longer, Poison had to breathe and so reluctantly broke the kiss. “You . . . you’re a real good kisser, you know that?” she remarked, panting.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” Spider-Man replied.
“Let me show you what else I can do . . .” Poison purred, her hands trailing down his lithe yet well-muscled form. Her expression was a mix of astonishment and desire. “This suit . . . I can feel almost everything on you.”
“Yeah, it’s a special polymerized mesh designed to keep my range of movement as free as can be,” Spider-Man explained.
“And how free do you feel?” Poison wondered, as her hands slipped lower, one going around to cup his rear end. “Mm, buns of steel here!”
Spider-Man blushed underneath his mask, though since his mask was halfway pulled up, it might have been visible on the parts of his face that were still exposed. “Hey! You keep doing that . . .”
“And what?” Poison taunted, only to squeak a bit when Spider-Man’s hand went to her backside with a very audible popping noise. She looked up at him in surprise, finding a very wicked smirk on his half-revealed face.
“Turnabout is fair play,” the web-slinging hero replied unrepentantly.
“Oh, bad boys get spanked, don’t you know that?” Poison teased.
“So do bad girls,” Spider-Man jibed back, and proved his point by swatting her backside again. Poison retaliated by smacking his rear end in addition to the groping she’d previously done. Both of them broke down laughing.
“First time in a while I’ve laughed like that,” she said. “It feels nice.”
Spider-Man smiled. “Glad I could help with that.”
Poison smiled back, only for it to turn contemplative and mischievous at the same time. “Now . . . how do I get you out of this thing?”
“Sure you wanna go that far?” Spider-Man asked.
“If I wasn’t, I’d have told you by now,” Poison replied saucily, before moving her hand to his groin and roaming around for a catch. To her surprise, Spider-Man’s hand joined hers.
“Right here,” he whispered, and his fingertip grazed a hidden seam in his crotch, which unsealed itself along the line that his finger traced. Poison reached in and tugged his hardened member out, her eyes widening when she saw just how much was really being kept back by his costume. Her expression of surprise melted into one of lustful anticipation.
“Are all superheroes this well-endowed?” she inquired seductively.
“Haven’t had the time or interest in finding out, though I do hear the gossip every now and again,” Spider-Man replied, trying to sound more relaxed than he actually was. It wasn’t his usual fortune to have a beautiful woman stare at his penis so intently, like she was going to commit every inch and curve and bend to memory.
Poison chuckled softly, detecting his nervousness in spite of himself. “Don’t worry about a thing, Spider. I’ll do you right . . . more than right, even.” With that, she wrapped her hand around his member, testing its firmness against her grip, and the feel of that grip caused Spider-Man to let out a low moan. It was like her hand had directly contacted the pleasure centers of his admittedly superhuman nervous system, and she’d sent an electrical jolt running through him with her touch. This didn’t escape her notice, and she smirked at him before moving her hand in a pumping motion on his erection, drawing out a long, low moan from him. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” she whispered in his ear.
Not trusting his voice, Spider-Man just nodded, as her other hand ran up and down his side and back, sensually tracing the lean muscles of his body. Poison smiled and licked the bit of earlobe sticking out from underneath his half-lifted mask, just to egg on the web-slinger more as she maintained her pumping motions on his manhood, drawing out more ragged moans from him. When her next pump reached the tip of his member, she experimentally ran her thumb over it, and was rewarded with a low, pleasured hiss from Spider-Man. Pulling back, she noticed a spot of liquid on her thumb, lifting it closer for inspection before licking and sucking her thumb clean, teasing her lover with the implication of what else she was going to do to him.
To Poison’s surprise, Spider-Man pulled her into a heated kiss, so forceful it almost felt like he wanted to devour her soul through her mouth. Poison kissed him back, certain for that moment that if he was a soul-sucking demon like some of the crazier rumors about him said, her soul would be his with no regrets. Her arms wrapped around his neck and head as his member rested between their bodies, thick and throbbing with his desire for her. She moaned into their kiss, feeling a throb of her own that wasn’t just her heart.
When they broke the kiss, Poison turned her back to him while still remaining in his arms. She tilted her head to look at Spider-Man, with a tempting smirk. “I’m thinking of putting on some mood music,” she purred. “Wanna help?”
“I’m game,” Spider-Man replied, anything else he might have said cut off by the moan that came out of his mouth when Poison ground her scantily-clad backside against his exposed and erect member. One of his arms snapped out and his middle fingers curled in to press the trigger on his palm, shooting a thread of webbing that caught the remote for her MP3 player docking stand and yanked it into his hand. With a mischievous smile, he handed the remote to her and she pointed it at the stand, starting up the music with a few quick button presses.
[The waves keep on crashing on me for some reason / But your love keeps on coming like a thunderbolt / Oh, come here a little closer / ‘Cause I wanna see you, baby, real close up / (Get over here, get over here)]
As the song played out, Poison threw the remote aside and tilted her arms backward to wrap around Spider-Man’s neck, grinding her very delectable derriere into his achingly erect member to the music. She even began to sing along to the chorus, leaning her head back on his shoulder and chest so she could whisper to him. “You hold me like you should, so I’m gonna keep on dancing . . .” her voice seductively rang out as she pushed her hips and backside against his erection in tune to the song. Spider-Man’s hands rested on her hips for support and to help him grind against her luscious rear end along the same rhythm as her grinding motions. As they ground together, one of his hands moved from her hip to roam over her firm, toned stomach, drawing a long pleasured moan from her as it moved up towards her breasts. The other hand began to journey from Poison’s other hip and toward her groin, though to Spider-Man’s surprise, she reached down and gripped that hand, gently but firmly pulling it away and back to her hip.
“Not yet,” she teased, continuing to grind on his aroused member. “Let me know when you’re close.”
While surprised by her pushing his hand away from her groin, Spider-Man was too aroused to stop, tilting his head down to kiss her neck as they kept up their grinding, his breath teasing her sensitive skin as his lips and teeth sensuously grazed her. She moaned, throwing her head back to let out pleasured cries as Spider-Man’s hands roamed her body, one of them pushing her loose white crop top up to expose her breasts, and his manhood continued to pulse and press between the firm, round cheeks of her backside.
“Poison . . .” he groaned, a low, guttural noise thickened by his desire for her.
“It’s ok, Spider,” she moaned. “Let Poison take care of you.” With that, she slowly, sensuously slid down his body, twisting around 180 degrees so that she was facing his hardened member by the time she crouched down. Its tip leaked with pre-cum that she smeared over his length to lubricate her pumping, just before taking it into her mouth. She moaned seductively while sucking his member deeper into her mouth, pushing past her less-than-functional gag reflex to take him so deep his tip was lodged in her throat.
“Poison . . . I’m . . .” he tried to warn her, but the vibration of her hums and moans and the slick, warm sensation of her mouth and throat around his manhood were too much. As she drew him ever closer to climax, one of her hands cupped and played with his sac while the other reached into her scanty cutoff jeans to bring herself to climax as well.
A sound somewhere between a gasp and a groan escaped Spider-Man’s mouth as he climaxed inside Poison’s mouth, Poison pulling her head back so she could taste his seed instead of just letting it pour down her throat. As she drank his release, her hand worked her into a climax of her own, just out of Spider-Man’s eyesight, her cries of ecstasy muffled by his member still in her mouth while her own release squirted out.
As soon as she had finished drinking his seed, she pulled her head back completely from his member, so slowly as to let the sensuous feeling of her mouth gradually releasing him stoke the embers of his desire into passionate flames. A popping sound marked her finished oral disconnection from his member, which was still half-hard, much to her surprise. She rose up to face him, sliding her body, particularly her breasts, against his to further reignite his arousal.
“Was that good for you?” she asked.
Breathlessly, Spider-Man could only answer, “Yes.” Then a thought came to mind. “Did you . . . ?”
“Oh, I did,” Poison replied teasingly. “Thanks for asking, my hero.”
“Um, you’re welcome,” Spider-Man responded somewhat bashfully.
“Big tough superhero like you getting all bashful?” Poison remarked, grinning impishly. “You’re so cute.”
“Thanks?” the wall-crawler answered confusedly, and noticed that Poison’s stare had gone from mischievous to lustfully searching.
“That quick, huh?” Poison observed, seeing that the wall-crawler’s member was fully erect again, and it’d been halfway there already even after the exquisite treatment she’d given it. “You sure have a lot of stamina, Spider. I’m going to really take my time with you.”
“No, I’m going to take my time with you,” Spider-Man retorted, and his echoing of her words mixed with his surprisingly seductive tone and smirk made it very clear what he intended to do. Before Poison was aware of it, her mouth was practically fused to Spider-Man’s again like he intended to get his oxygen out of her lungs and his hands were very much adhering to the firm, thick globes of her backside, pulling her closer to him. She lost herself in the kiss for a moment, and in the pleasure of his erect member pressing against her midriff, only for her eyes to widen with realization of what else would be pressing between them as their bodies melded together. She began to pull back from the kiss, somewhat futilely knowing that his strength and adhesive grip would make escape impossible if he didn’t want to let go of her.
Somewhat fortunately for Poison, Spider-Man was a gentleman, and sensing her panic, he gently pulled back from the kiss, but still held her in his arms. “Poison? What’s wrong? Did I . . . ?”
“Cliché as this’ll sound to you, it’s not you,” Poison hesitantly replied. “You . . . you’ve been great. It’s just . . . I’m getting too into this, if you know what I mean.”
“We can take it slow,” Spider-Man offered. “We can even just cuddle. We don’t have to go all the way tonight.”
Poison chuckled, but it was less than mirthful, more surprised than anything. “Cuddle? You really think I’m the cuddling type, Spidey?”
“Couldn’t hurt,” Spider-Man rejoined. “And hell, it’d give us more time to get to know each other.”
Poison tittered, though it was a lot more relaxed than before. “You are such a nice guy. It’s cute on you.”
“Uh, thanks,” Spider-Man said, at a loss for words. “So . . . your place or mine?”
“I think I’ll show you my place, if Hugo doesn’t mind,” Poison offered. Then she caught herself. “Oh, what am I saying? He won’t mind, and if he does, tough shit! Poison’s finally got herself a good man!”
Spider-Man blushed; he’d never been complimented so exuberantly or unabashedly before. It would go to his head if hard experience had not already told him over and over that anything good in his life would soon be followed by something terrible. Still, it did make him smile a bit, and in spite of her rough edges, he could definitely see himself growing to love Poison, one way or another. Love Poison, he thought. Now there’s two words I never thought would be paired together, but then I didn’t think Poison and I would be paired together and now . . .
“By the way, you might wanna tuck yourself in,” Poison remarked with a teasing smirk. “As much as I like seeing what I’ve got in store for me, I doubt you’d wanna end up in trouble with your hero friends or your buddies in blue for public exposure.”
Spider-Man looked down, and his manhood was still aroused, though flagging somewhat due to lack of immediate stimulation, and as his new lover had reminded him, still bare. Sighing, he tucked it back into his costume pants and then resealed the crotch seam, wonderful tool that it was to avoid having to strip down out of a one-piece suit just to urinate. “Thanks,” he replied dryly. “So, where is your place?”
“Just let me grab on and I’ll show you there,” Poison replied, wiggling her shoulders suggestively.
“Sure,” Spider-Man said.
Endnotes: All right, so it wasn’t full-on sex like I originally planned, but you can see where I’m going with this. Yes, I answered before that Poison was going to be a futanari here, but I feel right here and now is a good point to end on. It’s a good base to build on for more and hotter encounters between her and Spidey, especially when he finds out her lovely little secret. Hopefully, I did a good job of not only the sexy times, but also in giving more depth of character to Poison than just the attention-loving tease and temptress and building up her relationship with Spider-Man. Anyway, like it or hate it, you’re always welcome to give me your opinion and I’ll try my best to reply back and discuss it with you.
Oh, and if you want more Poison love, check out Ultra Street Fighter IV when it comes out, because she’s in it! Yes, yes, I know, we’re all sick and tired of Capcom constantly rereleasing its Street Fighter games but doing nothing for its other franchises like Mega Man and Darkstalkers, and less said regarding the Devil May Cry reboot, the better. But I’m fond enough of Poison that any chance at seeing more of her is definitely appreciated, and maybe she’ll have some special dialogue with Cody. After all, he was in Street Fighter IV, too, and a few of the Alpha releases as well.
As long as I’m going on like this, here’s a matchup I’d really enjoy – Poison versus Juri Han, the Spider of S.I.N.! Yes, I am something of a sucker for anything and anyone involved with, connected to, or themed after spiders. It’s also why Marvel vs. Capcom 3 disappointed me, the missed opportunity for Juri to go up against Spider-Man and maybe tease/taunt/flirt with him a bit over their shared motif. But you have probably had enough of my rambling by now, so until next time, excelsior!
Song credits:
Poison’s entrance song – “King of the World” by Porcelain and the Tramps.
Poison and Spider-Man getting freaky – “Hella Good” by No Doubt.
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