The Descent Of Spike Into Super Animals.

A week has passed since that night. Everything seemed to be running well. Though Spike was in his room sweating up a storm. Slip Shell was zipping in and out, apparently getting everything ready for him. She even brought in the measurement for his suit, As she sneaked in some tips.

“You gotta show off some chest; trust me, she’ll get all hot seeing that rough chest of yours.” Slips swished and turned as she began helping him with the tie. Her hand zipped fast as it was put on him within a flash. He was glad she didn’t do it too tight and choke him.

“I’ll take that in mind.” Spike coughed,

“Oh, come on, there isn’t much to worry about; Just get in there, be yourself, and have fun.” Slipshell winked while she gave him a firm slap on the rear.

“Still, it seems somewhat weird.” He looked over himself in the mirror. What he was wearing was something; it looked like he was dressed to the nines; Spike wore one of Fauna’s Tuxedos, which added to a steampunk feeling, as he could see a few gears as buttons. She had given him a top hat to go with it.

If anything, Spike could hear the song Sharp dress man going off in his head as he adjusted that black tie. While he chuckled,

“I mean, women just go crazy for a sharp-dressed man.” Slipshell looked at him, more confused, unsure of what he was talking about; “Never mind, it’s just a song from my world.” He chuckled while looking over himself in the sleek suit, and admittedly it showed off his new and improved body, and he looked pretty good.

“Well, whatever it is, we better get going. We’re going to meet the others over at the club.” Slipshell grabbed his hand and dragged him out, going near supersonic. Spike didn’t have time to respond as he was hit with a jitter and pulled right out.

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Spike realized they were no longer in his room as he looked to see they were standing right in front of a relatively large building. The glow of the neon sign reading The chocolate Drum. The music was playing, and Spike could hear it from where he was standing. A pair of guards are standing before the doors. A muscular Wolf, and a Black Panther, who Spike couldn’t help but imagine, were named Tex and Ace. The line varied as it spread out far,

“Well, I think we’re going to be here for a bit,” Spike said though Slipshell smirked,

“Please, you don’t think I didn’t come prepared.” It was then the turtle hero whistled to Tex and Ace, who looked over,

“Hey, It’s Slip shell and my pal Orph; mind if we get in.” There was a momentary pause as one of them gave a hard grunt looking down at the clipboard he was holding before nodding to his partner.

“Get on in.” They reached over, unhooking the velvet ropes, and let them in. Spike walked right in. Somehow never imagining he could do this back in his old life.

“Well, that’s something.”

“Hey, small perks of being a hero,” Slipshell smirked while punching him.

Inside The Chocolate Drum was sublime, the sound of Jazz playing as he heard the trumpets going off and the saxophone jamming. The smoke rolled off the ground as it felt like Spike was going back in time, As if he was heading back to the Roaring Twenties of Hollywood. It was then he realized this place was more of a swing club.

The dancing, people, swinging and moving their hips. The women in flowing dresses combined with steampunk attire. Just having a great time, the men, their suits ruffled, clearly having a great time as they hit on the girls. Some are hit with cruel rejection, while others are. Well, it was clear they were a few drinks away from getting lucky.

Spike chuckled, finding it quite amusing, Though his eyes shifted around and realized some of them he recognized. Off in the corner, he noticed a familiar set, Danger Delta, sitting off to the side, wearing a mask over her face. Her elephant trunk sitting back

She wasn’t alone. Across the table, there was none other than MystiCat, who wasn’t hiding with the six arms. It was clear anyone would have recognized her. They shared a bottle of wine. Spike found himself amused by that.

“Hey, is it possible to get an autograph?” a couple had popped over to Spike, holding a napkin. Spike wasn’t sure what to say but gave a big smile.

“I mean, sure shouldn’t be a problem.” He reached over, taking the pen, only to realize that it was a tube of lipstick as he quickly signed the napkin. They passed off, while Spike found himself chuckling,

“Well, that was kind of weird.” He had to admit, though a thought strung him. He had once imagined being a hero; people would run up to him, asking for his autograph more often. But he was mostly ignored; this wasn’t bad, but he imagined people with superheroes would have more crawling over him in his world. It’s the first time someone came up asking for something like that.

Though we don’t have superheroes like this in my world, and Fauna’s so used to it, they probably don’t find it that impressive I guess I can still live an everyday life even with superpowers. Spike shook his head as he found Slipshell popping by him.

“Come on, man, I got our table; the girls should be over here soon,” Slipshell said while Spike nodded.

They headed to their table near the back of the room, enough to see the dancing and even the stage for the band as they continued playing boastful like it was the last night they were playing. Spike found himself being watched by a few while he sat back, ordering a club soda; maybe he’d go for something else later in the night but right then, he wasn’t looking to get drunk off his rear.

Slipshell sat next to him for a minute with a chuckle.

“Seems you’re getting a bit of attention.”

“Yeah, though honestly seems strange. I mean, they aren’t jumping me; I could imagine they would be going nuts in my world.”

“Well, a reminder you’re no longer in that world, so sit back and enjoy the music; I’m sure that Webby is on its way over.” Slipshell sat back, The turtle wearing more of a suit, as she watched others pass by, getting more comfortable.

“Were you expecting me?” Spike turned around, seeing Webby standing there. The moment Spike saw her, the world seemed to stop. Spike thought he heard a loud popping from the back of his head as he looked at the large spider woman.

Webby walked to him as the world was slowing down. Standing on her eyes, she walked towards him, wearing a red dress; the fact band played Lady in red or their version. The red dress has a sleek look, with delicate lace and straps tied around specific areas to add to the steampunk look surrounding them. Yet Spike thought this was his imagination. Spike did not care.

Somehow looking at her, Spike forgot everything, His fear of spiders had vanished, and The people around him were gone. Rarity had left his memory like a balloon that popped and flew away. That was when a small voice spoke to him; I want to make a life here; I want to make a life with her.

Spike didn’t realize it, but he fell in love at that moment.

Webby looked over the hero from another world and found that her heart had skipped a beat. She wasn’t sure why it happened. This feeling that sinking feeling in her gut was something she hadn’t felt since Brown Recluse. Webby’s heart began to roar like thunder. It was like going into battle. Spike was exciting her, and she wanted more.

The spider woman nearly tripped as she stumbled forward and against the table.

“Crap,” Webby said, feeling like a complete and utter dork.

“You ok?” Spike said, finding himself getting up from the table as he got closer. He was hit with her perfume and found it smelled like freshly picked cherries.

“Yeah, just got a little clumsy. I need to be careful. Who knows what people would think? The hero Webby is a complete klutz.”

“No worry, I won’t tell a single soul.” Spike found himself smiling while they took a seat,

“Well, I think I’ll just leave you two be.” Slipshell vanished in a breeze of the air while Spike barely heard her. They got comfortable. The waitress came wearing a tight corset with cogs in her hair, Normally, Spike might have been fascinated seeing a Raven asking for his order, but Spike found himself more distracted by Webby. They made an order, Spike even asking for a cocktail. Webby is getting herself a cream soda.

“Hmm, so you come here often?” Spike asked while their waitress left with their order.

“You know, I normally don’t, but I had a couple of friends bring me here and say I needed to go out and have fun.” She giggled, her face looking almost red.

“Hey, I know that feeling, they kind of dropped this on me. Though, hey, I’m talking to a beautiful woman.” He said, doing his best to flirt. Webby found herself snorting, her cheeks turning red crimson from the compliment.

“Why, thank you, Though I was hoping to relax some, I just got out of the hospital after all.” Webby leaned in closer as She met him eye to eye.

“I heard about that, Wish I could have been able to visit you. You wouldn’t believe what the media is saying.” Spike chuckled, not realizing that their drinks had finally been brought to them; Webby took a sip of her cream Soda, the way the bottle moved to her lips. Spike found it quite lovely as she perched it against her lips. It took a second, but Spike wondered if she might have been teasing him.

“So, Spike Draco, something I was wondering about you.” She chuckled while her finger circled the tip of her drink. The way it slid around as she looked at him with those passionate eyes,

“What might that be?”

“What was it you were doing before you came here? What was your job?” Webby asked while she took another drink.

“Oh, would you believe me if I told you I was a race car driver?” He chuckled, clearly joking, while taking a sip of his cocktail.

“Not at all, So what was it? Come on, tell me. I’m curious.” Webby asked as she watched him closely. She examined his body as she felt a fire growing in her stomach. Spike found himself noticing a few extra details. Like the face, it looked like she wasn’t wearing a bra, her nipples pressed against that red silk dress.

“Fine, I was a graphic designer for a company making ad campaigns for juice. Completely lame, I know.” Spike said though Webby giggled,

“Doesn’t sound that lame; you’re creating stuff to entice people. I’m sure you know how to use a brush just right.” She teased as Spike found one of her legs poking against him. Spike couldn’t help but wonder if the room was getting warmer.

“Yeah, well, the job could get annoying, But what I wanted to do, was write comics, work for Marvel, maybe even DC, and help make some of the heroes I loved to read about as a kid.”

Webby was more curious as she continued footing him. “You were a fan of heroes before coming to this world and wanted to make them.”

“Yeah, I mean, superheroes were always something I admired, Though ever since coming here, I found that my views on them changed.” He chuckled while he returned the same motion to the Spider woman.

“Oh, is that so?” She reached and handed over, grabbing him; Spike found his heart skipping a beat at this motion.

“The heroes here are more interesting, especially a certain heroine.” He bit his lip while he looked at her with such passion. He could feel his member erect as he admired the woman before him. “I don’t think I have the urge to draw about the adventures of Spider-man.”

“Well, that’s good to know; I think I’d be jealous if there were another spider in your life, especially this Spider-man.”

“What about you, Webby? What do you like to do in your free time?” Spike asked though it seemed like a question that stumped Webby; she shook her head,

“I hate to admit it, but I’m addicted to working.”

“Oh, come on, I’m sure you’ve got something you like to do while you’re not out doing hero work.” Spike took another drink while he reached over, taking her hand. Webby smiled lightly.

“Well, I like crocheting; it gives me something to do with my hands.”

Spike found himself tilting his head, somehow finding this more amusing. As he nodded,

“Hey, that seems pretty cool. I’d love to see what you’ve made,” Spike felt his heart skipping a beat while Webby smirked gently. It was rather lovely, though she didn’t tell him that she had made a few lingerie with her skills.

“Maybe tonight, I mean, if we have time.” Webby teased as she leaned in closer; Spike found himself moving In closer like they were close to giving one another a kiss. Spike had a thought invade his head. I wonder how much trouble I’d get into if I just tore her dress off and bent her over the table for a good time.

His heart pounded faster as they were about to kiss. His mind is racing almost as fast as if he had just gained Slipshells powers.

The music suddenly shot down, nearly breaking their spell, when the band started playing something a little faster.

Webby suddenly snapped away for a second, giving a light smile. The music is becoming more upbeat. A thought came to mind as she grabbed his hand,

“Come on, let’s go and dance a little bit, maybe get a little closer.” She gave him that wink, the wink. That suddenly made Spike look over at the woman and find himself growing back to being shy.

“I don’t think that’s going to work… I can’t dance.” Spike felt the urge to bite on his nails. Webby snickered at this, finding the nervous look spread across Spike’s face.

“Oh, I’m sure you will not be alone. Besides, I’ll teach you.” She reached over slowly, caressing the bottom of his chin. Spike felt his legs shaking as he. His legs were jelly, but he nodded, finding the strength to pull himself up and walk with her to the stage. Reaching the scene, Webby grabbed him, and they started dancing, moving in a swing. Their bodies moved around, hips swaying.

Webby giggled as she moved in closer. She was pretty impressive. Spike found the way she moved around, even with her size. Webby moved with grace unlike any other as Spike found himself joining; he tried matching what he could as he moved his body. However, it left him stumbling around.

“Hmm, you are right; you don’t dance.”

“I told you, but you, wow, you can move. You’d impress a good few from my world with your moves.”

“Well, Dancing is an important part of my culture.” She moved around, getting in closer. Her body pressed against his as they moved around more, Webby establishing her dominance on the stage; Spike found himself liking this even more.

“You’re a culture, huh? Mind explaining that I’m kind of curious.” He reached in, slipping a feel of her waist while Webby grinned wider,

“Oh, it’s simple; back in the old spider tribes, Dancing was how one attracted their mate; the best dancers were the ones who found a spouse,” She moved around, crawling around as she moved her body, getting into the motions. “While those who could not, well, let’s say the poor dancers didn’t get to mate and sometimes didn’t survive.” She chuckled while Spike found himself remembering something about spiders. The fact that they ate their mates and took a long gulp.

“No worry, we don’t do that part of the practice anymore.” She cooed, leaning in closer, her firm breasts pushing against him as they started moving against each other. Those eyes were on him as she gave that wicked smirk as they began moving in together, getting the rhythm closer. “How about we make this a little more fun.” She whispered, kissing his neck as Spike bit his bottom lip,

“Really, how so?” Knowing he was already having a good time and feeling his balls tightening, he thought back the urge to pull her into one of the bathrooms and take her for himself.

“Well, I’m thinking, let’s get in close, really see how much we learned from our training at the bordello; if you can get me off while we’re dancing, get me going.” “If you can do that, I’ll get you off.” She grabbed his hips as she pushed her body against him, feeling that hard throbbing cock between his legs. Spike could feel her nipples going on him; they felt like diamonds.

“Hmm, all I have to do is get you off; I’m sure I can do that.” His hands reached over, trying to get a feel of her fine breasts but felt Webby grabbing his hand with a tease,

“Oh, but to sweeten the deal, you can’t touch me sexually, got it? You’ve got to be clever. If you can do that, I’ll get you off. But if you can’t do well, I get to punish you. I’ll use my webs.” Webby purred in his ear, causing Spike to sweat. He’d seen what the arachnid could do with her webs. With the skills she had with them, he wasn’t sure if he wanted to win this or lose on purpose.

“You know what, fudge it, let’s play your game,” Spike said, his cocky smile growing as large as his member felt; he imagined the teasing between them would be thrilling, especially with everyone around them.

The next song played, and this one was quite a thriller; it was fast as the trumpet played off; the actual show was about to begin.

Spike decided to try out a few things, remembering that He had tried dancing back in his world (Rarity took him to dance classes to show him how it worked). He just never had the talent. But he decided to try and spring a few moves.

Webby watched as Spike got in close. His body swayed as he got in close. Figuring he might have a chance to take control. He adjusted his body as he slew back, giving a snap of his fingers like magic. Webby’s hair flew back.

“Let’s dance.” Walking in closer, he didn’t care who was around them; for the two of them, the other was one only one in the world that truly mattered. Spike took a quick walk moving his body around, while Webby studied him as he moved his hips and made a spin. She gave him that wicked smile as she moved in closer. Her back half raised and shook like a maraca matching the peacock spider.

Spike got in nice and close, grabbing her waist and pulling her in. Their bodies pushed in closer, though Spike evaded her thighs and breasts, his hands focused on caressing her arms.

Little did they know Spike’s pheromones were working in overdrive. His scent shot strong into Webby, and those around him kept swaying his hips, moving his body against the beautiful spider in front of him.

“Hmm, you seem to be doing pretty good now for someone who claims he’s got two left feet.” She licked her lips as Spike began spinning around her. While he smirked,

“Maybe I’m a quick learner.” He spoke while twisting himself as he made a flip. The crowd somewhat watched them as they were awed in excitement. The beat of the music went off, with Spike snapping his finger. His instinct ran wild as he let his body do the work.

Webby was getting excited about how his body had ground against him. His hand felt over parts of her body as they got closer. The heat generated off; he was rapid, then Spike’s scent. The feeling that was driving her wild, however, she wasn’t without tricks either as she began getting in closer, grabbing his hand and spinning him around. Her webs sneaked out as they wrapped around him.

The spider hero imagined she could play with him a bit, her unique fly caught in the web of lust and desire. She winked as she pulled down her dress just enough to give him a peak at her areolas. It only made Spike turn bright red as he muttered something, moving closer.

Spike got in, his hand grabbing her waist as he almost picked her up in the air, moving her body up as he dipped her,

“Oh, Spike, have you gotten stronger?” She teased as he moved in closer, whispering,

“Had a great trainer to help me bulk up more,” he cooed, not even thinking his hand reached down, caressing her breasts. His firm hand ran down as he stroked it. And soon, the two kissed passionately; one of Webby’s legs shot into the air as if her heel was going to fly right off from the love that kiss held.

Then his other hand moved around, slipping under her red dress as he let a finger rub her clit gently. Webby’s eyes looked like dinner plates as she moaned into his mouth. Spike pulled her up, giving her a light spin as he slipped his finger into her a few inches. He pushed the woman over the edge as she felt a creamy orgasm. The music hits the highest peak, the trumpet going high.

“Spike that was— that was.” Webby moaned as she felt herself caressing his cheek, But before she could finish that sentence, Spike began moving her around in a wild twirl. He pulled her into his body as he lifted her. She could feel his growing bulge pushing against her as she moaned louder. As she was surprised, two of her legs wrapped around him as she held on for dear life as he twisted her more.

Spike moves faster, going with the beat of the music. Some thought it looked strange, but that wasn’t the point. While Webby could feel that bulge push against her damp pussy, as she felt more flushed like she was nearly about to have another orgasm. Webby bit her lips more, watching the confidence grow on his face. It made him look even more handsome as he pulled back and winked.

Somehow that wink did something to Webby as she accidentally shot off webs from behind. The feeling of them exiting her body as she lost control over her powers.

“Oh- Oh crap.” That was all Webby could say when she realized what had happened. She turned around and started summoning the threads, turning them into a ball and shooting it right to the ceiling. The woman felt more embarrassed by that.

Though it was when she noticed the crowd around them the rest of the dancers looked as if they were about to strip off their clothes; heck, a few looked like they had managed to rip off their partner’s clothes.

“You don’t think we got a little carried away there?” Spike said as he walked back to Webby, finding himself a little more relaxed after the dance while the Arachnid looked around at the chaos they caused.

“You know, I think it’s not that bad, But I think we should just skip dinner and maybe go to the bathroom.” Webby didn’t tell him that she would take him to the bathroom, make him her, and have him for the rest of the night.

“Might be a good idea, though curious; if we were in the old spider tribe, do you think You would have eaten me?” Spike couldn’t help but give her a smirk at that,

“Oh, trust me, if you did that during the old days, I might have fought a few Arachnids for your hand in marriage.”

Spike had to fight the urge to laugh while he could imagine Webby trying to fight a group of Spider-woman just for him, Though Spike grabbed his cheek, simply saying.

“So, I’m gonna remind you something, I’m a part of your group, your special Harem, I’ve got some issues, but I want to be a part of the group, but promise me something.”

“Anything, If I’m able to, I’ll do what I can, Webby.”

“Be patient with me, I’ve got to get used to the idea, but I don’t want to be with the group. Be with you.” She leaned in to embrace him. Their bodies pressed close while Spike smiled,

“No worry, you won’t be rejected; you’re one of the people who helped me the most. Where would I be without you.” He sighed, taking in her scent, his mind swimming with want and adrenaline.

“Well, we better get going then, by the way, Orphy, I felt you groping me, so I’m gonna have fun punishing you.” Webby licked while Spike found himself more excited than he should be.

That was when it happened; without warning, the walls of the chocolate Drum exploded, sending debris flying everywhere. People stormed away as Spike looked over at the opening. He wasn’t the only one as Danger delta and MystiCat pulled themselves up from their chair. MystiCat waved her hand as Delta, and her’s costume appeared on them, showing they were ready for combat.

Spike reached down, hitting one of the buttons on his gauntlet as his super suit began to assimilate and appear on his body. He a hard groan as he prepared for this fight. Instead, Webby said one thing, only one thing, though her eyes were filled with the rage of a hundred suns ready to go off.

“I’m going to put dirt in their eyes.”