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Peni Loafer By TheSoftie -- Report

Before she knew it, Penny’s little chat had ended, and she caught the faintly cloying scent of a Spider-Society bathroom slipping in among the fetid fumes of the boy’s lingering fart. Having seen how her counterpart took down his foes so many times, she’d inevitably pieced together that something like this had to be the natural endpoint of the process…but, of course, she couldn’t think of anywhere she would rather be less than sharing his stall when a digested villain was knocking on the back door. As for where she was now…?

The only apt comparison that came to mind was the ninth circle of hell.



This is a story I've been wanting to write for a long time! Or...more accurately, it's an idea I've been meaning to hone in on a particular scenario for. I've been playing around with this character dynamic for ages, but I wanted to make sure I didn't miss any of the potential for this pairing. But then I realized, since Spider-Verse is a multidimensional setting and all...there's no reason I can't come back to this core idea a few more times! So enjoy the first issue of In Every Universe...in which, as she always will, Peni Parker gets owned.

This story was available two weeks ago on my SubscribeStar and Patreon! $5 subscribers get access to exclusive commentaries on this and other stories, and $1 subscribers get the next story today—here's a little sneak peek!

“N-next…? Oh.” She glances away as his hands lace through the last button, tenderly laying her chest bare. She shivers at the cold for the briefest moment—then the tips of his fingers brush lightly against her soft skin, and her heart skips a beat at the jolt of warmth. A hint of the heat he has to offer her, mellow and mild now, but caustic and roiling where it awaits under his own untouched shirt… “Oh.”

His hand drifts away from her chest, and it’s all she can do not to whine in instinctive neediness, biting her lip in the half-second before she feels his touch again. Those fingers cup her chin now, lifting it up ever so slightly, bidding her to meet his gaze. God, she forgets sometimes that he’s taller than her…

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trippy321

Posted by trippy321 5 months ago Report

An amazing piece, honestly Penny reminds me a lot of someone I know... I definitely look forward to the next published piece, and I'm very excited to see more!