Author's Note: This story is set during the period where Spider-Man was first dating the Black Cat and was wearing his black costume, before he discovered it was a living entity. Both characters are TM and © Marvel Comics and their use here is meant strictly as parody for readers 18 years and older.
I actually started this story a while ago (around the time I wrote Catwoman: The Eros Formula), so if some parts seem a bit rough, that's the reason. I figured I'd been sitting on it so long now that I might as well finish it off and get it out there. That said, I hope you like it.
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Using all his strength, Spider-Man swung upward on the webline until it reached its apex, then coiled his muscles and launched himself high into the night sky.
With nothing to hold him there, he began a series of aerial acrobatics that, had anyone been able to see them, they would have floored their audience with their rapid, intricate beauty.
He allowed himself to fall for only a short while -- though it felt much longer than it actually was -- before he fired off another webline and came to land on the rooftop he'd been aiming for.
Made it. And under five minutes, too.
With nothing else to do, Spidey perched himself on the edge of the building and looked out at the city beneath him, pulsating with life and light.
A faint ringing of his spider-sense alerted him to a presence behind him. He smiled underneath his mask.
"Hi, Felicia." He said.
The Black Cat dropped down onto the rooftop, pouting.
"Damn! Not only did you beat me here, but you heard me coming, too. No fair."
He turned around to look at her.
"Sorry, Cat. But the Amazing Spider-Man pulls no punches in a skyline race. You're just gonna have to try and keep up next time."
"Oh, shut up," she said, poking her tongue out at him. "You have superpowers. I don't."
"That's what all the losers say," he replied, before she playfully punched him in the arm. "Heh heh...ow."
They both returned their attention to the skyline, the buildings reflecting the moon's light. They were on the highest peak of the GE Building, the center of Rockefeller Plaza. It had all begun with a frisky Felicia challenging the webslinger to a cross-city race, and while he was in the middle of agreeing to it, she had already set off to assure herself a head start.
"It's beautiful." Black Cat said, admiring the sight of the city.
"MmHmm." Spidey replied.
"You know," she said, lacing her arms around his chest from behind him. He could feel her breasts press up against his back and felt a little giddy at the prospect. "All this racing is enough to get all the adrenaline pumping... get a person all worked up. You worked up, Spider?"
Her hands started to trace the definition of his chest and abs, and with a stifled cough he replied;
"Uh...I guess you could say I am. Sure."
Though they'd been dating for months now, they were still yet to have sex. They'd made out plenty of times, almost exclusively on rooftops, and though they had gotten pretty far on a few occasions, something had always happened to prevent the action from occurring.
It was starting to weigh on Peter's mind, especially after seeing Felicia again after he'd gotten back from the alien Battleworld and all the craziness that had gone on there. Thanks to that unforeseen trip, and the number of times he almost died on it, he'd come to realize how much he cared for her.
True, he'd been somewhat hurt by her less-than-enthusiastic reaction when he revealed his secret identity to her. Her disappointment with his living arrangements -- and his appearance -- played anxiously in the back of his mind. Despite how hard she tried to mask her feelings, Peter knew she was in love with the Spider, and not so much with the Man.
But that didn't matter. He cared for her, and they had fun together. Her enthusiasm and carefree spirit were incredibly appealing to him, even if it meant she got him into trouble every now and then. And the fact that such a ravishingly beautiful woman with such an incredible body had a thing for little ol' Peter Parker -- well, it was enough to get his blood pumping.
And then, with the suddenness of a webline shooting across the night's sky, an amazing idea occurred to Peter. Felicia would be the first girl to have sex with him that knew about his powers! He wouldn't have to mask his strength, wouldn't have to conceal his abilities. In fact, Peter realized with a slowly growing amount of embarrassment, he could use his powers to his benefit. And to Felicia's. He couldn't believe that he hadn't thought of this before!
But as quickly as the concept had come, he was starting to doubt it. Wouldn't it be an abuse of his powers, and the responsibility he had to use them justly, to exploit them in such a way?
One look at Felicia -- her body in the moonlight, the wicked twinkle in her eye -- and the doubts were quickly dispelled.
'So I use my powers for something other than fighting crime for once. It's no different than using them to take pictures for the Bugle so I can pay the rent. Only this time it's a whole lot more fun.'
Peter was soon beaming beneath his mask.
"Whatcha thinking about, Spider?" Felicia cooed into his ear, her lips brushing along the side of his masked face.
"Only you, Cat. Only you." He said, turning towards her and stepping down from the ledge he'd been perched on. "C'mere, you. I'm going to make this a night you won't soon forget."
"Ooh!" Felicia squealed in delight, melting into his embrace. "You promise?"
His costume, made of the black material he'd found on Battleworld and responsive to any mental command he gave it, retracted his mask enough to expose his lower face, and not a moment too soon as he joined Felicia in a passionate kiss, followed by another and another. Their tongues danced against each other, their hard bodies pressing into one another with growing need.
Peter slid his hands from Felicia's waist to her back to her ass, squeezing and stroking all the while. Finally his hands ran up her chest, squeezing her supple, delicious breasts through the material of her costume.
"Mmm! Oh, Spider!" She moaned her approval, raising her chest up to his touch. He flicked her tongue with his as his fingers fumbled around her cleavage, searching for her zipper. His heart was pounding so hard it felt like his spider-sense was tingling, his face growing warm with embarrassment as he struggled to free her from her outfit.
Felicia pulled away. Peter grew suddenly concerned that she had changed her mind about all this, but she was grinning with far too much relish for that to be the case.
"Rip it." She told him.
