The Orgy had done by in a flash as Spike ran out of the room as fast as he could, not sure If they would start another round or not; the doors slid open as Spike saw Webby standing there, tapping her clipboard almost impatient.

“Did you have your fun?” Webby asked while looking over the paper, and her eyes latched onto it as she could barely look him in the eye.

“It was— interesting, though I’m a bit tired if that’s something. Like I’ve run a marathon.”

“Don’t blame you; you’ve had a hectic few days. It would be best if you got some rest. I’ll take you by the cafeteria, and then we’ll head to your room and get you settled down. I’m sure you’ll want to check out some of the things we’ve got here.” Webby smiled as she pulled her head from the clipboard for a minute,

“Yeah, that might be good. Besides, I need a bath, and I stink worst than a skunk in the perfume department.” Spike laughed through Webby looked at him, confused like she didn’t understand.

“Nevermind, let’s just get some food, ok.” Webby lead him to the kitchen. She was looking back at him. Her fangs twitched while she headed off—Spike following right behind her.

After grabbing food from the cafeteria, Spike was disappointed. While all sorts of fantastic food were almost mouth-watering, Webby refused to let him grab anything other than fruits and veggies, including a salad. Heck, she wouldn’t even let him grab any Ranch.

“Why can’t I just get some ranch?” Spike asked as they were heading down the halls.

“We’re going to put you on a diet and watch how much you eat for a while till we get you into shape. So, no Ranch, just fruits and veggies till your cheat day. No exceptions. You want to be a hero. It means you’re going to need to commit to it.” The Spider said, an evil smile on her face while Spike groaned.

“Spiders are evil in my world and this.”

“Oh, you have Spiders there; what are they like? Are any of them pretty?” she said, being more snarky as she suddenly crawled onto the ceiling and walked backward Like it was nothing.

“Not really, none of them have; well, they’re small for most of the time and craw-eating bugs. Not a fan; they’re creepy.”

“Hmmph, good to know how you feel,” Webby said, crossing her hands.

“Sorry, but no Spiders in my world have boobs unless you like Spider-woman or an anime girl.”

“Wait, a what?”

“Never mind, I’m just saying that most creatures aren’t like humans in my world. They’re well… They’re animals.”

“Well, that sucks; I guess that means I’m one of a kind to you. Since you’ve never talked to one of my kind.”

“Yeah, it’s just kind of weird, I’ll admit it. But it’s interesting seeing a walking Spider. I mean, you’re not Spider-man.”

“Ok, who’s Spider-man? You keep mentioning them, yet you also claim that there isn’t anyone like me in your world.

“Oh, Spider-man’s a comic book hero; he’s a guy who got bitten by a radioactive Spider and gained all the powers of a spider, climbs walls, shoots webs, super strength.”

Webby blinked for a second like she couldn’t wrap her head around it but shrugged it off and nodded. While she stopped at the door,

“Here’s your room 2814. This will be where you’ll stay for a time until you move out; if not, it’s where you can last for a long time. Webby smiled, handing over a keycard. The lights bumped on them as he walked over, sliding the keycard across the door, hearing the faint clicking sound of it unlocking.

The room was something. It felt more significant than Spike and Jenny’s old one, and it reminded Spike more of a large hotel suite where the kitchen connected to the room. It reminded Spike of a condo in which he lived, imagining a small room off the side with a bedroom and bathroom.

Though off the side of the room, there looked like a small metal pad hanging off the side floating off the ground, maybe a few inches. Spike wasn’t sure.

“Come over here, Spike, we’ll get your fingerprint scanned and some DNA, so the room will only be key, ’d to you; no use for the card after that; put your hands on the knob and boom instantly inside. I’m sure you’ll add a few things when you get a chance.”

“So, this is my place? I’m living here.”

“For now, Like I said, till you can figure out when you want to do with your powers, and if you want to stay a hero, the Menagerie will let you live here, provide you food and essentials, Heck we’re getting a small budget wired up for a bank account. I mean, if you stay.” Webby found herself blushing more, thankful that he wasn’t looking at her as he watched the room with great surprise. Apart from Webby wanting to kick herself, not sure why she was even blushing at the idea of this hairless ape staying with her made her feel so giddy.

“It’s well. This place is nice. I hope I don’t let any of you guy’s down.” There was a long awkward pause while standing there. Turning towards the room, Spike felt heavier this time. Though for a second, he realized something, Was the room getting warmer? He imagined it while looking around the room.

“Hey, Webby, is it getting hot in here or just me.” He reached over, pulling his shirt while looking back at the Spider-woman. Webby just blushed more as she realized what was going on.

“Um, it must be you.” She muttered while trying to take a few steps back. But It was soon Spike was beginning to realize that it was her. Getting in closer, he could feel the heat beating off her. It was in such a way that Spike might have burned himself if he touched her. “Webby, are you ok?” He asked, finding himself concerned for her. He was tempted to feel her forehead.

“I’m fine, seriously. Just some things on her mind.” It was clear that Webby was stuttering for a second though Spike wasn’t sure how to feel about that suspicious, wondering what was going through Webby’s head.

Little did he know that if he could read her mind, he might have seen all the dirty thoughts running through her mind. He would see how she imagined him taking her, throwing her on the couch as he found her sex, licking it.

Just looking past her spider half as they would make love- no, he would screw her brains out. As she struggled to keep that professional feeling over herself. Heck, her willpower was doing all it could not to push her hand down to her pussy to rub it in a frivolous desire to masturbate this instant; I will not lose control; I am the master of my own body! Webby thought to herself as she watched over him with a nervous laugh. Though she also found Spike attractive, he was so different, so exotic.

“Hey, let me go and check your bed is here, and the Bathroom is stocked up.” She suddenly moved to the back room and through the door. His room was fine as the simple standards, but she moved right into the bathroom and quickly turned the sink on, splashing herself with it, a long stutter as she shook her head, whispering out loud.

“Get yourself together. We don’t want to sleep with Spike. It must be something to do with his powers, a side effect. Yeah, that’s right, maybe he has some aphrodisiac that lets out to get people to sleep with him. Yeah, that’s right.” She felt more relaxed as she looked on into the mirror. Her hair fell over her eyes as she let out a long sigh and could feel her heart slowing down.

She suddenly imagined him in the mirror behind her, slowly caressing her body. He looked like a human like the others when he fucked them. The idea was such a sight. She couldn’t help but wonder what she might look like as one of his species.

“Get ahold of yourself, you’re a professional, and you’re his trainer, So stop acting like that.” Webby sighed while trying to think of unsexy thoughts. Then she imagined Brown Recluse, who would have told her: Suck it up, you’ve got a job; if you want to find love, get out of the suit. This world isn’t meant for lovers; it needs a hero!

Spike is sitting on the bed, getting a feel. She sighed, thinking of her old teacher. In some ways, she wished he hadn’t retired. But in some cases, maybe it was a good thing. She took a long pause as she pushed her thoughts down, steeling her resolve, and headed out.

“W-well, everything looks in order in your bathroom and bedroom. It’s almost too good, but I expect you to set your alarm close for around seven. Since it’s your first day of real training tomorrow, I’ll give you a break; after that, be ready for some hell.” She muttered with an eerie grin. While in reality, she imagined she was going to be late. After the hectic day, she needed to get some extraordinary relief as she planned to head out for the night.

“Thanks, I appreciate it; I mean it for everything,” Spike said while getting a little more comfortable as he looked around the bedroom. The place was quiet as he sat on the bed looking at Webby, who sometimes looked bigger. Yet Spike found himself less intimidated by her at this point.

“It’s no problem, but I better get going; you know how it is. Being a hero has no end, and I’ve got to check the city out.” She turned, moving out before Spike had even a chance to say anything. The door closed behind him, and there it was, Spike sitting alone in his new bedroom. A long sigh as he laid back for a minute, staring at the fan briskly moving in circles.

He laid there for the longest time before finally pulling himself up. His legs shuffled over as he would soon start grabbing a drink. Inside he saw a few cans of what he imagined was Soda. Spike looked around, making sure that Webby wasn’t around. He grabbed a can that read, Rooton. Taking a long swig, he found himself spitting it out in disgust.

“Gah, root beer, I Hate the stuff.” He groaned, not wanting to waste it. He would drink it. After all, his father knocked it into his head, never to waste food or drink even if he didn’t like it. But a special reminder and note not to drink any root from now on. He took slow sips, ignoring the taste, and returned to the room. He looked around before finding the remote and turning on the tv.

At first, he checked out the new imagining that he might understand how politics might work or at least get some idea. Even if Spike wasn’t interested in politics, he imagined it would at least be a good idea to understand. Though lasting for a few minutes, he found that they were like the ones in his world, annoying confusing, and half the time just dosing off. He imagined he’ll have to ask Webby next time he saw her what kind of deal they had.

Then adding some information came to mind superheroes were like a combination of Celebrities and cops. News articles of them saving the day. Even a commercial showing Hung selling off gym training equipment, known as the global gym, felt surreal watching it. He soon reached over, clicking the remote and scrolling through the channels.

“Huh, well, this is something.” Watching the random shows turn on the first one, he guessed it was a rerun titled. Everybody hates Crocks. Turning the channel, he noticed various shows, some he somewhat recognized, including a show called Might Roar and Layla. It was kind of odd, as Spike saw it as a police drama, Then Lovecraft, which got steamy with the tentacles as he changed it, and then he turned to Friends, and last but not least, The Office. This was the most normal, reminding him of The Office from his world.

Suppose there was an episode where they all wore furry suits. He sat back and watched it. He understood most of the jokes; he might have recognized the episode. Sure, a few tricks were missing, but he understood it for the most part.

He smiled some as he was ready to reach the phone, prepared to call his Dad, maybe check up and see how he was doing. His hand reached over, gripping the phone for a long moment. Spike found he couldn’t stop there at the long realization- Spike might not be able to talk to his Dad anymore. He soon began thinking of his family. Then his life, he thought of Rarity, and he could honestly feel his heartbreaking. He found himself grabbing the remote and throwing it across the room. Not caring if it broke, he felt every bit of emotion running through him.

“Why did I have to fall? Dang it, why am I in this stupid world?” his heart racing, even his blood pressure rising as he felt his body shaking, trying to fight the urge to cry. He didn’t even realize his nose was bleeding as he felt tears escaping him. It was a minute before he realized it wasn’t all that bad; he missed the dumb snake. He was thinking of his old life. He didn’t know he was ever going to see them. Would they miss him? Would anyone care? These questions haunted him through the night.

The worst part though he could feel a side of him that was happy till he fell asleep, his body curled into a ball. Blood lingered under the pillow as he fell into the long dreamless slumber.

Webby slung through the air, cold wind pressing against her face as she continued soaring through the air as she watched the city around her, The traffic from under her music to her ears. Webby continued swishing around buildings. The districts looked the same as she passed over them—her ears out for anything that might happen. In the city, no one knew what would happen next. Though she found herself itching for a fight. Something to get her mind off a desire to stimulate her mind instead of the overwhelming urge to fuck someone. Her breathing got hotter as she thought about how much her life had changed.

“A complete year since I’ve become a part of the Menageries; I can’t believe I made it a whole year.” A part of her couldn’t help but think about her mentor, Brown’s recluse, and how he had given her the honor of taking his place. A pang of guilt as she imagined him doing far better; he wouldn’t have been in such an off situation. Her body wants to fuck someone like Spike. Imagining his arms around her. A hard gasp while she tried calming herself down.

“Get ahold of yourself; we’re professional; we don’t just sleep around with random people! People you barely know!”

It was then she heard the alarm. It was right under her. She found what she needed as she swung down. Her webbing held onto the finely woven silk as she moved down—a slight humming as she moved down. If any human saw how she darted down, they might have considered it disturbing as her body slowly spun around.

Inside the building was none other than a bank. Two robbers wearing essential see masks were moving through the bank. They imagined it would be an easy job to get in. No one got hurt. At least for Jack lope, a rabbit whose ears were sticking through his mask’s head, a chuckle while calling out,

“Bucky, come on, get to the safe, used that little trick we stole from Storms labs, and we get out of here, a cool million each. None of these rich assholes would ever find out.”

“Fine, Jack, but what if a hero came by.”

“Please, as if that would happen besides, I think we’d be able to get out of here.” Little did they know they weren’t alone.

“You’ve got the codes, right, Jack?”

“Yeah, what do you take me for, an idiot? I’ve got it written down right here.” Pulling out a small notepad. Various numbers were ready to be typed in before he could do anything; a web shot pulled the tablet away from Jack the Rabbit.

“What the h-” but before he could finish that, a web shot right at his mouth, knocking him back. His hands reached over, trying to pull the substance off, only to get his hands stuck as he looked around.

“Oh, come on, boys, the itsy bitsy Spider is just coming down the water spout.” Soon Webby began calling down. Her eight legs spread out as she hissed, trying to intimidate the thieves. A light shock as Bucky reached over, pulling his gun out, firing off blindly into the air as Webby began dodging them. Her body moved around thanks to the gun barrel, anticipating the bullets and guessing how they moved. Though even then, she could feel one graze her.

“Ouch,” she whispered, hoping they didn’t hear her as she began jumping around, shooting off webs as she started controlling them.

“Stealing is such a petty crime.” She cooed, her voice soft and luscious as the thieves tried to fight back. Jack bounced around, trying to keep up with the Spider. However, Webby held onto the ceiling as she fired more webs off. She was letting them go all around as Jack hopped.

“I might not have some fancy power like you, Spider. But I can bet my bites meaner than yer bite.” He chuckled while he bounced, revealing his sharp buck teeth. Webby dodged as she reached over, taking his arm and slamming him down.

“Oh, is that so? Well, let me get you into my webs, sweetheart.” Her body filled with heat as she started shooting her spinnerets. She is holding him down by his feet, her fangs glistening in the dimmed light, secreting a unique Neurotoxin as she feels her mouth drooling.

Jack couldn’t help but let out a blood-curdling scream. Bucky fired away as he watched in horror. While he looked around, figuring he could take his chance, he ran for it and went straight towards the front door. However, this would prove his undoing as he could hear the webs flying into the air. He was shooting off as they started grabbing ahold of his legs, causing him to trip himself, falling face-first into the marble floor. A hard grunt as he was being pulled back into the darkness. Webby cackled as the sounds of screams filled the bank with much horror.

“Another day of heroin.” A wide smile as Webby clapped her hands, looking back at the thieves.

“Now remember, don’t steal; otherwise, I will be back. Now stay here, and wait till the cops arrive. Got it.” She smirked while watching the two struggling to break free from the webs. She figured they wouldn’t escape but needed to get going; Crime didn’t stop. Her long arachnid legs tapped the ground as she started heading out. She soon swung off going for a few miles before finally landing back on the ground to rest her body.

Webby began walking down the alley. When she came to realize right where she was;

“Oh boy.” She realized she was just by the red light district. She began eyeing the buildings. It was no secret that Fauna was more accessible than other nations on their planet. Heck, it was probably more regulated than any other business. But to say business around this part wasn’t killing was an understatement. The women and men in the windows strutted, advertising themselves as pieces of meat for affection. Their bodies are beyond glorious. Webby, though was blushing as she looked around.

Webby admitted she felt hot under the collar and might have just sneaked off, though that was when she looked around seeing a couple of kids. Her eyes were on them as she heard the conversation.

“Dude, you get the fake ID’S?”

“Yeah, man, but shut up; we don’t need anyone catching us. Remember what happened to that other guy who got caught here underage.”

“It’s not going to be like that if you don’t shut up. Now come on, we’re nearly eighteen anyway. What’s the worst that will happen anyway? Plus, isn’t your birthday next month, man.” Two young men, a bird boy with bright yellow feathers and a wolf who looked like he was trying to look bigger than he was. Webby couldn’t help but wonder if he was sucking his gut in to empathize with that.

A glance at them screamed that they didn’t belong here. Webby eyed them for a second, snickering as her imagination went wild a bit: Crawling in closer, she put on a stern voice as Webby grunted her voice, almost imitating Brown reclusive as she growled.

“What are you doing here?!” She looked at the mean as a bulldog.

“Woah, no reason to worry, lady! We’re legal.” He reached over, pulling out the fake ID. Webby only needed to look at it for a good second before telling it was fake. A shocked look as she thought, “Holy crap, that looks like nothing but cardboard. Are these kids idiots?

“Well, let me look at these; I’m a part of the Menagerie. So you wouldn’t mind if I authenticated it?” Her voice sounded raspy as she moved down, giving a glint of disappointment as though she meant business. The two would look at each other and start running immediately, trying to escape the hero.

Webby nodded and put the ID down on her top to recycle it later. Looking around at the buildings, an idea— no, the realization as she knew that the one thing Spike needed, maybe even others who would work with him, would need to be controlled. Control over their bodies and orgasm.

“This is perfect!” She exclaimed in excitement as she suddenly realized what she had done and stiffened her result. As she hid her emotions behind a wall. She reached down, pulling out a communicator as she began calling it in. Her earpiece rang for a moment before, finally, Major Ursa.

“Hello? Webby, is something wrong?” She asked, almost surprised she would even call her at such a late hour.

“I’m fine, but I was thinking, Spike needs to orgasm into a woman; you got the result’s Sex is the key to his powers but also the woman controlling their orgasm, right?”

“Well, it’s more complicated than that, but yeah, When someone is subjected to Spike Draco powers, he takes their powers till they orgasm, or his sperm ejects out of them, then he turns back to normal; why do you ask?”

“I think we should enroll them into courtesan school.”

“You have got to be kidding me… Never mind, we’ll explain this to the bosses later, but you get to explain it to Mighty Roar. The budget is going to look weird next year.”

“Trust me; it’ll be worth it if we get the right team. I’ll set it up, trust me.” Webby smirked as she could imagine Minnie rubbing her temple, clearly annoyed, both mentally and sexually, as she relented.

“Fine, but as I said, It’s going to look strange on next year’s budget. So you better explain it well on the paperwork.”

“No need sweat it, night sweet cheese.” There was no response, just a quick clicking on the machine, and Webby walked right inside. She looked at the neon sign: Madam Kerbe’s School for wayward girls.

Webby walked inside, embarrassed that someone might see her. The last thing she needed was the tabloids finding out about this. She could almost picture the coverage.

NIght Web, in need of lessons on love. Find out more on page six and learn the shocking truth of Mighty Roar. She shuddered at the thought of that happening as she began heading inside.

Inside the school, everything seemed comfortable. With a homely feeling, a single Catwoman sits behind the desk with a smirk. There was a bit of catnip on the table’s edge while she seemed to purr, tapping on the keyboard, waiting for something or someone. Webby wasn’t sure.

“Well, if it isn’t our lovely hero Night Web, how might I help you this fine evening?” she licked the back of her hand while waiting, her face oozing with sexual desire. Her face felt like it would burn off at any minute as she looked toward the cat woman. Webby blushed more as she headed over.

“Um, yes, I need to speak with Madame Kerbe.”

“What might the new hero Night Web be interested in talking to an old whore like me?” A voice came out as Webby turned to look over. A large voluptuous Shewolf stood atop the stairs. Her breasts looked as though they could pop from her black satin dress. Hair pulled back as she looked down at the spider woman.

“Oh, Madame Kerbe, I wanted to talk to you about a business opportunity.” She said, fighting a nervous laugh that was building in her throat.

“Is that so, though I should warn you I no longer provide services like that any longer; I’m more of a teacher.” She took a step down. Her body gently bounced. She might have been far older than Webby, but the she-wolf still existed. She was aged to perfection, like the finest of wine. Even Webby couldn’t help but admit she Radiated sex itself. She could have been an 18+ hero for all she knew, disguising herself as a mistress.

“I’m sorry, but this is a job like that; we’ve got a new hero, and he has a unique power.”

“Oh really, how about you come to my office, and we can discuss what services you might have for me? I’ve got all night. Also, please call me Luna; my friends call me that.” She smiled with a wolfish grin before heading upstairs. Webby follows right behind her, entering the wolf’s den.

Inside the back of the room, Luna sat at her desk, eyes on Webby, tapping her fingers, and finished telling her story of the mysterious human and his strange power.

“Well, that is interesting; his power is exotic, though your want my school to train a group of girls to control orgasms so he might be able to go into battle? Why not just send the girls out?”

“We thought of that, but the girls we have in mind. We have plenty of members who don’t want to be seen in public or aren’t allowed to; we’re careful with who we pick. Ether isn’t allowed in the field or has volunteered to do this. Trust me, a bit of this is off the books.”

“I see, very well then. I think we can make an arrangement; I can always send a bill to the Menagerie. They should be informed.” She had a light smile while she leaned against her desk.

“I appreciate it, and I’m sure the organization will be able to pay you properly,” Webby added while going closer.

“I bet you will plus a nice bit of pay. Fine, I’ll open my schedule up for your new hero and the girls you’ve selected while we’re at it. Be on time, and don’t waste my time, alright darling.”

“We won’t let you down,” Webby said, giving a thumbs-up, excitement radiating from her.

“No problem, and I take it you’ll be joining us?” Webby’s only response was turning beat red at the idea.

“See you soon.” Luna giggled while writing a few notes and handing them over to the spider hero.
“Here’s the date; come by any time, and bring some guests.”

-000-

The giant penguin man walked past the Madame Kerbe school. The annoyed expression on his face as he fixed his tie, and smoothed out his wrinkled suit, clearly showed he hadn’t gotten the satisfaction he’d wanted. No, for Doogie Biggler, he was cock blocked, and the last thing anyone ever wanted to do was cock block Doogie Biggler. The cold feeling in his webbed hands grew more intense as he felt frustrated while he headed off down the street.

He’d been ready to have a good bit of fun in the Birds of Paradice brothel (His favorite Brothel.) When he received the call. Someone needed him. He remembered the disappointed look the twins had given him, and they had even dressed as a cute pair, an angel and devil. Something that had gotten his blood boiled.

“Just great, There goes that deposit.” He cursed more while he walked down the road, his eyes on the others. He reached down, pulled his phone out, and quickly called. Listening to the phone ringing as he pressed himself against the wall. His suit barely held onto him while he watched others passing by.

“It’s Doogie. What do you want!” he asked, not in the mood and ready to bust some heads of the first person who wasted his time, and he would make sure they paid. Both for the deposit he destroyed and with their butts.

“Boss, we’ve got some bad news.”

“What is it? You know it’s Saturday night, and what I do on those nights.” He growled, his blue eyes looking icier by the second.”

“Boss, someone attacked the warehouse; the whole thing’s been raided, nothing here!”

Doogie’s eyes twitched as he looked around and headed down the alley.

“You fool, what the heck happened? How did someone raid our factory? Which one? If you don’t want me beating you to death with your spine, you better answer me!” His body is slowly emanating spikes of ice around his body. His suit tore apart from the force as his body grew more muscles—the penguin man looking more monstrous over the last.

“It’s one of our tech warehouses. It’s all gone; the raid was too fast; we weren’t even sure what happened.”

“Well, get over there; I’ll meet you up there, got it, and I want to know who didn’t inform me earlier.”

Hanging the phone up, he moved out into the blue moonlight. The sight of the thing was beautiful as it illuminated the city. It made Doogie feel far more vital as he squatted down and jumped into the air. A powerful hard push as he leaped, feeling as though he could go over tall buildings. However, soon gravity took the penguin man as he hit the ground. With a hard grunt, she would bound off more. In some cases, he wishes he had wings and could fly.

Though bouncing high and letting gravity. Felt thrilling, his Ice power giving him far more durability to allow him to do even this.

Getting to his factories didn’t take long as he leaped down, standing before it. The sizeable rustic factory stood high. Long since been abandoned. The metal walls rusted away as he walked towards it. He was adjusting his tie as he cracked his neck. It wasn’t his first Rodeo, and whoever dared steal from him would feel his cold fists.

“Are they still in there?” he asked through the headset, but only silence came through, a slight grunt as he moved in. Looking around, Doogie started turning his fists into ice. He had some theories about who might have done it. The mad Might Roar clone, The Whisper being one of him. If some might well, a Rival as to who owned the criminal underground. If it were that strange bastard, he would take care of him. He continued walking through the dark factory. The lights were not working as he used a flashlight to look around.

“I need to get lights set back on this place.” He stumbled for a second as he felt a slight rumble. He pushed it off as a mild quake. After all, the factory was built on a fault line. Another reason this place had been abandoned. So he paid no mind to it.

“Come on out, you little bastard. I’ll show you what happened when you screw with me!” he growled while looking about. The father he got in, he began seeing the damage done; Random bots busted and laying around. It narrowed it down. Since it might have come from a rival gang, probably Mech Mammoth or even bright Lite, he chuckled some, imagining Canoodle finally getting the stones to challenge him. Though no problem, Doogie would put them back in their place.

“Well, hello there.” A synthetic voice spoke into his head, peaceful as Doogie turned his head behind him.

“Who’s there?” he growled, pushing back and making more spikes around his body. I didn’t see where it came from. Doogie couldn’t even tell if it was a man or woman.

“We’ve been waiting for you, good sir.” The figure called out. Doogie got into a fighting stance, ready to take down who might have dared broke into his place.

“Listen here, you come into my domain and try to screw with me; no one screws with me! You know what happened to the last guy who messed with me! This!” Doogie started sending large icicles out around him. The cold blades pierced the walls around him as he began enveloping himself with more ice. He growled, letting his more monstrous side grow out and showing that no one needed to screw him over.

“Oh, how cute; he thinks he can touch me.” The voice is protruding deeper into the device in his ear. He was tempted to rip the damn thing off but held his cool. Knowing he would make sure this bastard knew who the boss was.

“Oh, You have no idea who you’re messing with. I’ve sent some of the best heroes into the hospital.” He growled while he let blades of ice line up his arm.

“Well, it’s an honor to fight you, Mr. Penguin.” The robotic voice teased as Doogie suddenly found something groping him; turning around, he was ready to strike. Only to find that no one was there. He huffed and puffed in annoyance.

“Where are you?” Doogie grumbled, sick of this game. He was going to end this as he started shooting off large piles of ice. Doogie looked around as he saw the room wholly encased in ice.

“There, I’ll just find the body and get the boys to clean this place up.” He whipped his hands. Figuring he won. No one could survive an attack like this. If they did stay, they were nothing more than Swiss cheese.

“Is that so? Well, big boy? Let me show you what I can do.”

Outside the warehouse, in the middle of the abandoned part of town, a loud screaming could be heard, a male voice, before it was cut off with a soft crunch. A small dark figure walks away from the warehouse. Behind it, A fire would go, leaving it into a pile of ash.

“Jennifer,” Spike groaned in his sleep as he felt pressure near his groan. Spike imagined that Jennifer was sucking his rigid member; her voice was gentle as she talked about how it was so big and thick—even imagining what it might do to her now. She gave it lucking kisses and sucked on his head. The way she teased him turned the young man on. Though somehow, it felt off.

Spike closed his eyes and soon began opening them. His eyes felt heavy as he realized Jennifer wasn’t in front of him.

“What the?” Spike groaned in confusion, not seeing his environment. The pressure near his groan was getting more intense as he looked down. That was when he saw Minnie. She was there, his cock head in her mouth, looking at him, Wide eyes like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. It might have been amusing how her cheeks looked bloated as she sucked him off.

“Minnie, what the heck?” He groaned through he found her stuffing her mouth with his shlong. Her technique felt more amateur as she rolled her head. Her smaller fingers rubbed his nutsack. A firm squeeze, as he let out a grunt. Minnie’s other hand reached around as she pulled her head back. Minnie squeaked out.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help myself, It’s my first time sucking cock, and your cock is simply fascinating. Sorry if I’m not that good, but I’ve seen it done a bunch of times in videos.” Minnie smiled, licking her lips as she pushed her glasses back.

“What I mean, why are you? Oh, Sh—” he groaned as he suddenly pulled back, scrambling away as if the mouse was made of pure Lava. He took a long deep breath as he pulled himself against the wall. He wasn’t sure what to even do. While realizing that Minnie was on her knees wearing only a lab coat, a green bra, and panties. Spike began noticing that she was looking more like a hybrid of a bear and mouse. If he could describe it, she looked one/third a bear.

“Sorry, it was for science. Yeah, I had run out of some of your samples, and we needed more. Since you were asleep, I figured you wouldn’t notice that I was doing this.” She said while getting in closer. She didn’t seem to notice her hands shooting over to his hands as she was jacking him off. Minnies other hand reached over as she was rubbing her clit. Spike was annoyed as she was making excuses and talking about how she was doing this for science.

“So, Spike, can I finish what we started? I can get the sample, and you get off.” Minnie added with a light smile. Her face turned even redder as if she had never done something like this before.

Spike, clearly tired of this, shook his head,

“Heck no, get your hands off me, damn it! I’m not some lab rat!” Spike could feel his spine turning stone. At the same time, he was getting out of bed; he turned around. He was going to leave the mouse girl alone. The man was tired of being used as some test subject. Minnie looked over as the words Lab rat hit her. Images of her in a tube while being teased and forced to transform repeatedly as she suddenly began crying.

“I’m sorry, so sorry, you’re not a lab rat, but I need it! Need it!” She crawled towards him, grabbing his leg. Spike looked back at her and looked down for a second. He felt a twinge of pain in his heart. This would’ve been a great time to curse. But she looked at him with those big eyes.

“Please don’t go, whatever you did to me… it took away my lust even for a moment; sure, it was a haze, but it’s something I never experienced. I wasn’t so… Horny, I want to be free from my powers even for a few minutes. I felt an orgasm and just felt it! I want it again! It was a hazy clarity!” she blathered it out. Minnie kissed his leg for a minute,

“Please, Spikey, I’ll do anything, anything!”

Heard those words. “Will you stop, yeah, if your gonna be this desperate to screw me, at least buy me dinner or put a ring around my finger?” He chuckled, imagining it was funnier than it was. However, Minnie found herself pausing as she.

“Will you marry me then? Be my husband!” She called out. Spike tried to pull his leg free as he spoke without thinking,

“Sure, why not… wait, what did you just say?” Confusion swarmed over his face as he realized what she was saying to him, then what he said. He could almost imagine a tiny hamster running on a wheel as the realization hit him like an f-16 fighter jet.

“What have I done,” Spike said as he saw the mouse girl bouncing off his leg and squealing in excitement as she jumped on top of him. He was no longer crying through kissing his cheeks. He could feel the kisses rubbing against his cheek from her fur. He found himself being held onto; If he had watched this on tv, he might have thought it was funny. Though experiencing it. He wasn’t sure what he could say. The damage was already done.

That was when the door slid open, and standing right in his bedroom door were webby and Delta standing there. Webby was the first to speak.

“Spike, are you ok? We heard Ursa major was coming in when….” Webby suddenly saw the situation. Spike was standing there naked, along with Minnie, kissing his cheek. She could almost see the heart protruding from her head as she held him affectionately. She turned, looking over to Delta, who wasn’t pleased; in fact, Webby could see the twitching in her eyes as they saw Spike’s cock wet and twitching at the whole thing.

Minnie noticed them and bounced with joy, her breasts jiggling as she exclaimed in excitement.

“We’re going to be married! Woot hoo!” It seemed her excitement high hadn’t left her. Spike stood there, his mouth agape.

“Come on; we need to get going. Get dressed; you should be able to find something in the closet.” Webby pointed out as she pulled the overly excited mouse out of the room. Spike looked back over and found himself more curious as he headed there.

Suddenly, he opened the door as a vast machine began pouring out. A camera lens on him. As he watched, a beam of red light scanned him. A man’s voice is speaking.

“What might you desire to wear today.” Soon revealing a 3d model of him, with different clothes.

“What the…”

“Spike, Hurry up; we’re leaving!” Webby impatiently yelled out.

His hand reached over, touching various clothes as they started filling in the gap, a green check mark and red x on them while he looked over. TIl eventually, he came down to picking a pair of blue jeans and a t-shirt. Spike was amazed as he watched the clothes beginning to be made right before his eyes. Like They were being fashioned out of pure nothing. Till finally laying there.

Spike reached over, touching them. I almost imagined they would bite him while he looked at it. Though after a long minute, he decided to put them on. It was that, or he wore his old clothes that smelled of sweat and sex.
When he finally finished getting dressed, Spike was out the door, running off to catch up with the others.

Spike hadn’t said a single word while riding the bus. Minnie holds onto his arm like an iron bar as she bounces a bit in excitement.

“I was thinking, should we have roses or Lily at the wedding, I mean, roses are far more romantic, but should I take your last name? What was it again? Draco, oh yeah, that’s it!” she smiled more as Spike sat there, his mind a blank as he felt himself suffering a terrible case of blue balls. They seemed to hurt far more than they usually do. Webby watching him for the longest time, while just annoyed,

“What?” Spike asked, more stunned by her annoyance.

“Nothing, just, Why are you marrying Ursa? I mean, she’s a nice girl, but still, you’ve only known her for a day.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault; she asked me. Also, where are we heading to?”

“We’re going somewhere for training; I set it up so that we could be able to get your harem trained to take your… stuff.”

“Ok, and who’s the cat?” Spike pointed to the black cat driving the van, ignoring them as they picked up a few other people. Spike barely recognized them. Besides Delta, Minnie, and Webby, the only other person he knew was Jiggles, who gave him the fuck me eyes.

“Sir, my name is MystiCat, and I’ve been assigned to escort you here,”

“Huh, well, nice to meet you, MystiCat, though what about Hung? I thought he was supposed to be helping Webby?” Spike asked, looking towards the Spider-woman; some of him wished Hung were over here. At least he’d have a guy who could have his back if something went wrong. Especially while dealing with something like Minnie, who wouldn’t let go of him.

“Well, Hung was busy at the moment. You know, family issues, So MystiCat offered her service for the time being till we get everything ready.” Webby also didn’t want to risk the stampede incident again, especially the last time Hung had hanged out near a brothel. That was a PR Nightmare.

“So we better get going, so we can begin your training to push it to your limit.” Spike couldn’t help but notice she seemed a little colder than usual, as she didn’t even look at him, far different from the other night when she appeared almost red being alone with him though he shook it off.

“Alright, well, are we meeting anyone else?”

MystiCat raised her head,

“Yeah, Hammer should be meeting us there, including a few other girls who should be assigned to your team; they’ll be working with you, especially with unleashing your power. Got it.” MystiCat couldn’t help but wonder how this would work—watching the Human. She heard rumors, and Delta had told him about the stunt, from just a bit of his jizz had caused them. In a way, she wanted to see it in person.

Spike laid his head back as he figured he could get a little more rest, his body still feeling sore from the night before, and he imagined that today wouldn’t be any better. His balls are starting to ache even more. He rested there, trying to keep his mind off his sore body. He was about to live one of his greatest fantasies of being a hero—a strange hero but a hero no less.

Though some of them were nervous, Spike was unsure of what he would do. How would people see him? He took a deep breath while trying to calm him down. Minnie, moving in closer, snuggling up to him.

“So when do you want to have the wedding? I was thinking maybe in the summer or maybe the spring. It’s going to be gorgeous. Maybe something small since your not making a debut, So it doesn’t have to be some grand scale.” Spike nodded, figuring it would be more straightforward. Though when he got her alone. He might have to explain that he didn’t want to marry her. This would be a rather difficult time.

The bus had finally slowed down, MystiCat looking outside, making sure no one was watching as she looked back at the various members and pointed over,

“Alright, come on, before someone notices us. Look discrete.” She eyed Spike at this and a part of Ursa Major. They pulled back from him, a slightly sad look on her face as she let go of ‘her’ man.

Spike pulled himself out of the van. Stretching his legs as he let out a long hard groan. Spike imagined moving around would do him some good. Then he realized where he was at. The place was crawling with people. Though the buildings carrying large neon signs with XXX, or even the window dressing of nearly naked men and women. He looked back towards the others.

“Ok, where the heck am I? Why are there a bunch of naked people?”

“We’re in the red light district. Apart from your training, your teams will involve having them control their orgasm so that you can keep ahold of your powers and abilities. So we thought some classes would help you guy’s out, and Madame Kerbe has offered to train each of us to be able to handle the extra oomph of your abilities.” Webby’s face seemed to turn completely red by this. They knew full well what it meant. But saying it in front of Spike just added to the embarrassment.

“Please, Night web, I’ve told you once, and if I have to tell you a thousand times, please refer to me as Luna; it’s simply more natural.” Spike turned, looking towards the bombshell of a she-wolf. A delicate, elegant red dress that showed off her curves and cleavage. Who licked her lips.

Holy crap, she’s got to be a furries-wet dream. Spike shook his head for a second, putting away the thought, knowing that this needed to be serious.

“Oh um, sorry, Luna, I’m just not used to this.” Webby stammered

“It’s fine, though I’ll keep reminding you, Night Web.” Luna the Shewolf smirked. Her teeth widened more. Then before anything else could happen, Webby suddenly reached over, pushing into her ear. A quick moment as she spoke in yes’s and uh-huh. She turned back.

“Be right back; guys seems something is going on just a half-mile from here. I’ll meet up with you guy’s after I take care of it.” However, she turned around and began Webbing off, shooting into the sky. Spike couldn’t help watching her. Finding the way she moved was quite stunning.

“Come inside, please; we have much more to teach you.” She curled her finger in invitingly. Spike shook his head while following along with the other girl. MystiCat is behind him. She was not saying a word. Before Spike glanced where Webby had slung off, Hopefully, she’s ok.

The classroom was filled; Spike found himself a little overwhelmed while seeing the chalkboard reading Sex 101, the girls there gaggling, while he noticed Minnie taking a seat right next to Jiggles, who looked back at him, giving a sexy wink. MystiCat moved over and pointed out the two he didn’t recognize. Hammer sat back as she blew a kiss on him. She looked like the epitaxy of a milf. Hammer’s eyes were looking down at the bulge growing in his pants. One thing was clear these girls were thirsty, and Spike looked more like an oasis. A small part of him shuddered, wondering what was going to happen.

“This is The Emerald Alchemist, Slipshell, and Thothazmona.”

Spike looked at each of them, MystiCat pointing them out, and they were something.

Emerald Alchemist, the smallest of all the girls, looked like a green honeybee. Her eyes were purely black as she was fluttering in the air. If Spike could say anything, he would imagine she was the least likely to jump him to ride his bone. She Barely looked him in the eye as she wiggled there.

Slipshell seemed familiar, though she was not what he expected as the turtle girl. She had beautiful emerald green eyes as He watched her. Her shell acting as her suit, he couldn’t help but notice her breasts. It looked as if they were close to pouring out of the body. Spike blinked for a second when he felt something grab his rear. It was a quick pinch at most when he looked back, seeing what caused it; he looked back and saw Slipshell smirking more. Like she did something naughty.

Thothazmona is a strange case. She was a woman, her breasts the most prominent feature. Without warning, they shrank, giving her a slender form as she looked at him. Yellowish eyes. Large ears on top of her. When she tilted her ear, Spike realized what creature she was. Her long slender hands gave off a creepy vibe as he noticed the wings falling—a light tint of black. She looked like a bat. She looked like a puppy for half a second as she extended her hand.

“Hello, I’m Thothamona, but call me Thoth; I’m wanted in about three galaxies, so are you the one I’ll be banging to get parole?” Spike wasn’t sure what to make of it looking towards the bat-like creature, though the way she looked at him up and down. Like she was assessing a fine meal. It caused his back to shiver. Like there was more to her than what met the eye.

Spike was about to head over to take a seat when Luna put her arm in front of him, a small smile as she pulled out a jug of water,
“Drink up, sir; you’ll be needing it.” Spike looked at the water for the longest time. Finally, realizing he was about to enter into a world of pleasure.

Author's Note

Hey there guy's well got some good news I actually have finished the decent into super Animals books and currently getting it worked on for An Amazon publishing just have to get the cover made adna ll the other fun stuff, actually you can get free access to the whole story and rough draft up in my patreon if you wanna know more a little early while here it's going to be a little more slow.
https://www.patreon.com/Mrmidnightwolf
https://www.amazon.com/Dustin-Midnight/e/B07PY3ZTHG%3Fref=dbs_a_mng_rwt_scns_share