Evening at MJ's on Day Two...

Mary Jane's Apartment
Day 2 P.G.R.

Felicia had pulled one of Mary Jane's oversized t-shirts on over her outfit and taken her mask off. 'Civilian identity' was an interesting concept with the daredevil vigilante thief. She was sitting in one of Mary Jane's kitchen chairs, one leg tucked up on the chair, knee bent and high with her arms around it, and the other extended forward. "Spider-Harem," she said. Not for the first time.

"Yup." Gwen said, and smiled. "Spider-Harem." She was leaning against the kitchen counter, watching everyone.

"Spider-Harem."

"If you're practicing saying those two words, you've pretty well got them nailed down," Cindy said. Her body language still screamed aggressive though she had changed out of the tights and was wearing a drapy silk shirt over bike shorts.

"Oh, I'm not sure I'll ever get enough practice. Spider-Harem!? MJ... how... did you get roped into this?"

"It was my idea," Mary Jane said. She was scribbling on a piece of paper torn out of Ollie's notebook. Ollie herself was on the fourth side of the table, still doing her homework. "Ollie's powers need sex to work. Peter's brain needs support and a sense of responsibility being taken to work. Emotionally, he needs us to use Ollie effectively in making the world a better place without fucking it all up. And... practically he needs us--"

"And your vulvas!" Ollie chimed in. "Sorry! Just thinking out loud. Oh, and, full disclosure? Hands, mouths, tits, thighs, feet, butt -- s'all good. It doesn't have to involve the parting of the labia."

"--practically he needs us to be able to actually make the world a better place, via tailoring the wishes around sex."

"Amazing," Felicia said, quietly. She was smiling and shaking her head. "I mean... this is really... really mind boggling."

Mary Jane arched an eyebrow. "Wait, this is what boggles your mind? I mean, I'm not going to say it's 'normal' but in the grand scheme of things--"

"Not that," Felicia said. "Come on. Teal deer the thing. 'Peter has a Sex Djinn and we're his Sex Djinn Posse.' Stop trying to make it dramatic. No. It absolutely astounds me that you people are so fucking bad at this! Gwen, I don't know you so I don't mean to offend and I know you just came back to life so no pressure there... but MJ? Seriously? You aren't getting creative or showing imagination thinking outside the box--"

"Which is to say pussy!" Ollie chimed in.

"--and actually using this thing for... seriously?"

"Hey," Cindy said. "There's nothing wrong with taking your time and doing it right."

"Oh, well, thank you very much, Mister Rogers."

Cindy flushed. "Shut up. I only had so many tapes to watch in that bunker," she muttered.

"If we make grand changes without considering the consequences, we'll just make things worse," Gwen said.

"Well, duh. Why are you just thinking in those terms. I heard right, right? He gets unlimited wishes?"

"Yeah," Mary Jane said. "But that--"

"And you're sweating the small stuff in the process, when that's the first thing you should be wishing out of your way! Like... like money! Why is money even a thing for you at this point?"

"If we create a massive influx of wealth in the city, it'll make an equally massive--"

"Don't create wealth! You don't have to!" Felicia turned to Ollie, dropping her voice into a not-that-bad imitation of Peter Parker. "'Hey, Ollie. I wish to rub tonight's winning Powerball ticket on Felicia's nipples.' Cash option's currently four hundred and fifty two million before taxes. Cashflow done. Next?"

Cindy blinked. "That's... that's cheating," she said.

"Is it? How? I didn't wish to make my existing ticket the winner. That would be cheating, because it would shove the balls around to make sure I won. But if I just happen to have the winning ticket, that's literally how the game is played! We're not changing the random balls, we're not taking it away from someone else, and we're not 'creating wealth.' But hey, whatever. What are you thinking?"

"I'm keeping a list," Cindy said, flipping open her sketchbook. "Setting aside resurrections--"

"Those are big, not small."

"That's why we're setting them aside! Peter's up for automatic birth control for all Spider-Harem members. Anyone inducted can only be part of a conception if both the Haremite and the person they're banging agree that's what they want. That also includes complete immunity to all STDs and being completely proof from carrying them to someone else."

Felicia considered. "Right track. But not quite enough. Why not automatically cure all STDs that someone you're fucking may have at the same time? Bang for life and health?"

Cindy paused. "I'm writing that down," she said, and then did just that.

"Felicia -- I'm literally working on the wording of a wish right now," Mary Jane said.

"To do what?"

"Give me powers. Make me active instead of a damsel in distress. Gwen the same."

"Gwen is still thinking it over," Gwen chimed in.

Felicia opened her mouth, then thought. "Okay, that still constitutes 'big,' but it's a smart move. Lemme see what you have so far."

Mary Jane handed the sheet over to Felicia, who began reading it. "I, Peter Parker, after due consideration and careful--" She looked at Mary Jane. "He's making a wish, not changing his will."

"I'm just being cautious!"

Felicia looked at Ollie, her eyes narrowing. "Wait, are you that kind of djinn? The sort that twists wording and does the ironic Monkey Pawesque comeuppance?"

"I am exactly the djinn my Master wanted me to be when he incarnated me. So... no. No I am not," Ollie said. "Also, I know that you humans keep coming up with theories of intelligent design but studying 'cellular differentiation' via the actions of mitochondria? Yeah. I have a hard time believing someone decided to do it that way."

"Don't you know if there was an intelligent designer or not?" Gwen asked.

"I know everything. So, yes."

"But... you're... not sure you believe--"

"Let me be clear, Gwennie Penny. There are the following classes of knowledge. There is what Ovyah knows and cannot tell you. There is what Ovyah knows and can tell you. And there is what Ollie Vayne knows. Anything in sets A or B but not C? Ollie does not know even though I'm sitting here knowing it. Got it?"

"...Jesus Christ," Felicia said. "You just used set theory to describe magical omniscience conditions. You really are Peter's unique sex djinn. I think he just got wood without even knowing why." She went back to reading. "...infuse and impart permanent powers of the spider-powers type which best suit Mary Jane's physiology and psychology and do not have deleterious side effects or physical-- Mary Jane, poets are starving to **** around the world with every word of this thing I'm reading. You are destroying poetry worldwide." She narrowed her eyes. "This is because of Stark, isn't it? You went to work for Stark Unlimited, and fun and creative MJ disappeared and we got a paralegal robot stuffed in its place."

"There wasn't a robot there, there was an AI assistant named Friday, and she's plenty fun and creative."

"And doesn't have a body? You should wish her up one so Stark can fuck it."

Cindy arched an eyebrow. "Writing that one down, too."

"Oh, like Tony needs another employee who can lodge a sexual harassment lawsuit." Mary Jane shook her head. "It doesn't have to be poetry, Felicia! It has to be accurate and effective!"

Felicia dropped her voice down into the Parker imitation. "'Ollie! I wish I could fuck Mary Jane and she'd get the awesome spider powers best suited to her with no downside or weird shit beyond having spider powers in the first place.' Done. Next." She turned. "Wait. You can have anything and you're going with spider powers?"

"Spider-Harem! Spider powers!" Mary Jane rolled her eyes. "What's so weird about--"

"Literally just off the the top of my hand, just going with girls, I can think of Spider-Woman -- the one in the red bodystocking, Arachne, Spider-Girl the kid with the brown hair, Spider-Girl the awesome one with the arm-things--"

"Mattie Franklin died," Gwen said, softly.

"She did? Holy shit. How did I not know that... later. MJ -- Spiders have been done. You... you... 'you hit the jackpot's' your catchphrase, right? Luck powers! Always room in the luck powers pool! It's just me and the Scarlet Witch right now, and she doesn't know how to properly party."

"You are literally forgetting the hero called 'Jackpot,'" Gwen said.

"I want spider powers," Mary Jane said.

"How do you know you'll even like them?"

"Spider Island."

Felicia opened her mouth. She then shook her head. "Fair. Whatever. Hey, you mentioned that Spider-Girl died. Is she... you said you were resurrecting--"

"She's on the list," Cindy said. "Right now the list is Mattie, Captain George Stacy--"

"Who?"

"My father," Gwen said, quietly. "Doctor Octopus killed him."

Felicia blinked. "Right. Minefield I am not walking into. Right. Who else?"

"On the definite list? Right now just Flash Thompson. On the--"

"Flash Thompson?" Felicia sounded stunned.

Cindy paused. "Yeah," she said. "Flash--"

"Do it right the fuck now!" Felicia hissed, jumping to her feet. She peeled off Mary Jane's shirt and began undoing her 'Black Cat' bodysuit. "You need sex? Fine! That's me! Right now, in the living room or the floor of this kitchen or wherever! He needs to penetrate a cunt? I'm the cunt! Do it!"

"...God for a tape recorder," Cindy murmured, though she had sprung up into a crouch with Felicia's outburst, standing at the ready.

"Whoa whoa whoa," Mary Jane said, jumping up to slide arms around Felicia. "Calm down! We're going -- absolutely we're going to-- Felicia, we need to take our time to do this--"

"Don't tell me that!" Felicia shouted, eyes wild. "Don't tell me to be prudent or take our time or any of that bullshit! We bring back Flash right the fuck now!"

"Felicia, we're literally setting up Inanna so it can be the infrastructure for situations just like Flash's," Gwen said. "Trust me, there's a lot more to being brought back than--"

"You were dead for like a decade!" Felicia shouted. "It's been just weeks for Flash! His estate's not even out of probate! There's... there's..."

Felicia breathed in sharply, and **** herself back under control.

"Felicia," Mary Jane said, softly. "There is no way in Hell we wouldn't bring Flash back."

"...I know... but... it's... right there."

"We couldn't do it 'right now' regardless of any of that," Cindy said, quietly. "Peter has to make the wishes."

Felicia took a moment, then nodded. She looked down at her half-naked body. "Wow. I... um... think I broke a fastener or two."

Ollie wriggled her fingers towards Felicia. "Got it covered."

"Wait -- I thought Peter had to--"

"Passion-inflicted clothing damage is something of an edge case. You can get that one for free." She grinned. "I can also get seats on the subway during rush hour. And I'm a Starbucks gold card holder, so I have that going for me, too."

Felicia looked at Ollie, then snickered. "I'm me," she said. "I look like me. You think I ever have to stand on the subway?"

"Hey, I stand on the subway," Mary Jane said.

"You do?" Gwen asked. "Wow. I never did." She batted her eyelashes. "Are you sure? Oh, aren't you a dear?"

Felicia snorted. "Okay, I like her."

"Me too," Peter said, pushing the kitchen door open. "Hey everyone. Felicia! God I'm glad to see you." He kissed Mary Jane quickly, then stepped over and kissed Gwen, then paused, looking at Felicia.

"Just do it, Spider," Felicia said. "Don't think it to ****."

Peter grinned, stepping over to kiss Felicia. He then looked at Ollie--

"Nope! I'm too busy trying to figure out what a 'crista' is."

"It's a fold in a mitochondrion's inner membrane. It increases the surface area of the inner membrane relative to the size of the mitochondrion, so that it can process its basic functions more quickly and more efficiently." Peter looked at Cindy. "Uh--"

"It's... okay," Cindy said, biting her lip. "Things are weird. I don't need... I mean, you look comfortable over there with..."

"Right." Peter vaulted the table, catching Cindy up into an intense kiss.

Mary Jane snickered. Gwen rolled her eyes and looked away. Felicia out and out stared. "Good technique," she murmured.

Ollie shrugged, not looking up. "Their respective 'senses' let them figure out how to maximize kissing potential. Why does a wrinkle in a membrane get its own name and why do I need to know it to pass a test?"

Peter and Cindy broke their kiss. "Oh God fuck me right here," Cindy murmured.

"That'd be pushing it," Peter said with a slight smile, before squeezing her slightly and stepping back around the table. "Is there soda? It was a long patrol. And... for the record? Figuring out the decorum of an actual harem is going to take some time. Is this the current temporary Harem, by the way?"

"You mean harem quarters?" Felicia asked.

"No -- the Harem -- proper name -- was the actual place where women, children and other protected would be kept. They were suites or buildings or sometimes even towns. It's more a Western thing to think of the Harem as specifically the women. Or sex for that matter--"

"Master gets it in one. He scores!" Ollie said, scribbling more notes. "Or will, no doubt."

"Okay, bored with that," Felicia said. "Hi Spider. Glad to see you. Wish Flash fully alive, whole, safe and sound and in my vagina right the fuck now."

Peter blinked. "Wait... didn't you two break up... like... a long time ago?"

"Mind your own fucking business. Do it."

"We're... we're setting up a whole institute around this, Felicia. Designed for--"

"I heard the pitch. I don't care. Do it right now."

"Felicia... Kitten..."

"Don't you fucking 'Kitten' me. Just make the wish."

"Felicia..." Peter stepped closer, putting his hands on the woman's shoulders. "I promise you. We're bringing Flash back. There was never any doubt of that. And if you want to be the... agency by which--"

"Peter..." Felicia said, eyes on his, even as she shrugged his hands off her shoulders. "I think you're being sincere. And I won't pretend I don't love you because I do. But you've made me promises before."

Peter froze. "...uh...."

"Miss Hardy?" Gwen said. "I swear to you, with absolute certainty, that we will bring back Flash Thompson. And despite the fact that he's wanted to fuck me since roughly forever? I will swear to you that if you want to be the one to do it? We will cheer you on. But please. Let us do it our way. In part because we know Flash's case will be easier... which means we can start to learn how to do this right. Right by us, by the people we help... right by Flash. Please."

Felicia paused, then turned to look at Gwen. "I don't know you," she said. "Why should I trust you?"

Gwen shrugged. "I've never disappointed you."

Felicia looked at Gwen for a long moment. "Wanted to fuck you 'roughly forever?'" she asked, finally.

"Yeah. Understand. I met Flash before I met Peter. And he wanted it. Oh, he wanted it."

Felicia snickered. "All right. Maybe we'll tag-team him. The guy was a military hero. We can go all out welcoming him home." She shook her head. "Okay. I can do this. I can come back--"

"No," Mary Jane said. "Don't come back for that. Come back to help us design Inanna in the first place. Join us, Felicia."

Felicia looked at Mary Jane. "Do you really need another pussy for Parker to blow a load in that badly?"

"No. We need another perspective. And another friend. Someone we trust."

Felicia half-smiled. "You trust me, MJ?" she asked, softly.

"I do," Mary Jane answered, just as softly.

"Damn. You are dumb." She shrugged. "Fine. Part time. I have my own shit to deal with. But... okay." She paused. "But I am not going to formally join anything called the Spider-Harem."

"Spider-Harem members will get free unlimited respawns if they're ever killed in the field," Cindy said, lightly. "As soon as the building's set up."

Felicia paused. "Okay. Do that and I'll join. Then."

"Deal," Mary Jane said, smiling slightly.

"Awesome," Ollie said. "Kumbaya. I am so proud of you all. Whether or not you bring back that guy, wish for something! I'm getting itchy over here. I might have to... do something... to mitochondria."

"Um... Ollie?" Cindy said. "Don't... um... end all multicellular life on Earth, okay?"

"Okay. Here's something," Peter said. "I wish that everyone in this room had complete control over their reproductive systems and fertility, and that no one in this room will be part of an actual conception unless the person and their sexual partner are aware of those circumstances and have jointly agreed to conceive -- before they're in the heat of the moment. And when they both make that choice, conception will be guaranteed and the pregnancy will automatically proceed in a safe and healthy way with a healthy child delivered at the end."

"All right. I can appreciate that one. Granted!" There was a ripple of blueish energy in the room, with each person feeling a brief tingling in their nether regions, causing a couple of giggles.

"Did... Peter just giggle?" Gwen asked.

"'All of us in the room?'" Felicia said, an eyebrow arched. "Interesting phrasing."

"You wouldn't join up. Can't give out at-will birth control and leave you out, can I?" Peter smiled, just a bit.

"Not safely." Felicia said.

"Not in the 'heat of the moment,'" Cindy said. "Right... so... you and me? We're clearly never having kids unless we negotiate for them over Skype. Oh! Felicia improved the STD thing," Cindy said. "Not just immune to STDs and can't carry them to others, but automatic total curing of any STD our sexual partners happen to have. Including the incurable ones."

"I am... entirely okay with that," Peter said. "Ollie, I wish that everyone in the room were immune to all STDs and STIs, incapable of carrying an STD or STI between partners, and completely healed our sexual partners of all existing STDs and STIs through any sexual act the two mutually agree is a sexual act."

"Mmm -- two for two on the hit parade! Granted!" There was a second ripple. This one was less a tingle and more a generally good feeling.

Cindy looked dubious afterward. "How would people... not agree something was a sex act?"

"Some people call handjobs or footjobs foreplay," Felicia said. "Or say anal doesn't count. Other people call all those things sex. No one's business but theirs." She paused. "And at least once I was penetrated vaginally and still wouldn't call it sex. And sure as Hell wouldn't want to heal them."

Cindy opened her mouth. With her silk sense, she could feel the tinest of headshakes from Peter. She closed her mouth. Not a thing to ask about, clearly.

"So is that it?" Ollie asked. "Because... y'know. It's fine, but a girl likes to feel useful."

"Tell him about the lotto tickets and my nipples," Felicia said. "Specify my nipples."

"Actually... I have one more," Mary Jane said. "The one we were talking about last night. Gwen's still thinking about it... but I have... well, a draft... if we're still going to--"

"A... draft?"

Mary Jane handed him the sheet of paper.

Peter narrowed his eyes, reading and murmuring. "I, Peter Parker, after due consideration and careful attention to--" He looked up. "MJ? It's a wish. I'm not changing my will."

"And Felicia gets a point in the book," Cindy said, leaning over and making a mark in her sketchbook.

"Aw. Is all forgiven?" Felicia asked with a grin.

"Not even close, bitch." Cindy grinned back.

"Ah ah ah. Female cats are queens."

"And just a few inches below the small of my back you can find my anus, ready for kissing." Cindy paused. "That's... totally going to be a wish condition at some point, isn't it? Please say no. Ass-to-mouth is not--"

"Peter," Mary Jane said, flushed. "I know it's... I know I'm paranoid. But I've been thinking about this... well, for a lot of reasons over time, but especially since Spider-Island. I... I really want to--"

"To get it right. I understand. Did you show it to Ollie and get her feedback?"

The room grew quiet.

"We're allowed to do that?" Gwen asked, finally.

"I don't see why not. Ollie?"

Ollie shrugged. "Works for me. I'm not working under conflict of interest regulations or anything."

Mary Jane chuckled, still looking nervous, and handed it over to Ollie.

Ollie read it over. "...man, Advanced Dungeons and Dragons totally ruined the art of wishmaking," she murmured.

"How's it look, Ollie?" Peter asked, still smiling.

"Eh. Pretty wordy. And I think she's got a logic loop in there."

"Yeah, I agree. Ollie?"

"Yes, Master?" She giggled.

"I wish to pick Mary Jane up, carry her into her bedroom, strip her and myself nude, and proceed to permanently empower her exactly as she wants with no negative side effects or consequences or unforeseen ironic twists that we may not have considered."

Ollie smiled... her skin rippling blue, her hair shifting briefly polychromatic... and energy flowing from her into Peter, from him into Mary Jane, and then back. "Granted," she said, returning to her 'Ollie Vayne' appearance.

Mary Jane's eyes were wide. "...Tiger..." she murmured.

"Shh." Peter turned, lifting her up. "If you would all excuse us?"

Gwen half-smiled. "Enjoy."

"If you don't hear from us within a week, send out a rescue dog." Peter grinned more as he carried Mary Jane out of the room.

"...two nights in a row, hogging the Parker," Cindy muttered.

"Shut up," Gwen said. "At least you got some today."

"Hey Stacy," Felicia said. "...you... did mean what you said, right?"

"Of course." She looked at the white haired vigilante. "I'm literally delaying bringing my own father back for the same reasons. And... will delay further so we can do Flash first."

Felicia looked startled. "I didn't say--"

"Flash will be an easy case. Dad... has been dead longer than I was. We'll need everything in place at Inanna, and we'll need to have at least tried it out. Flash is absolutely the right person to start with. Plus... I miss him. A lot."

Felicia nodded again. "Well," she said. "I've overheard those two have sex way more often than I ever needed to, so I'm out. Nice to meet you, Gwen. Always a pleasure to trade insults, Silk. Ollie... I have absolutely no idea what to say to you."

"Works for me! I'm busy figuring out what adenosine triphosphate is, anyway."

"Of course you are. Ciao!"

Gwen and Stacy watched her leave. By the time she reached the window, her mask was back up and her suit secured. With a running leap, the Black Cat threw herself into the night.

"I know Peter has a history with her and MJ seems to like her," Cindy said. "I do not care for that woman. And I sure as Hell don't trust her."

"Yeah," Gwen said. "That's because you're smart." She frowned slightly. "But she's sincere about Flash, so we'll leverage that."

"How... do you know she's sincere about Flash?"

Gwen shrugged, glancing at Ollie.

Ollie smiled, looking innocent.

"Call it a hunch," Gwen said, rolling her eyes. "You have dinner yet? We should get pizza. I haven't had pizza in... um... well, a decade, I guess."