MJ's Ambition

If there was one thing that even the unlimited powers of the infinite cosmos could not defeat, it was boredom.

Yes, with the Infinity Stones welded to the very essence of Mary Jane Watson’s being, she could go anywhere, do anything, be anyone, but apparently with infinite power came infinite decision paralysis. Time was meaningless, space was meaningless, she had the love of the greatest man in the world, two wonderful sisters, and dozens of gorgeous women for her to play with.

Yet, MJ felt listless and unfulfilled.

She could sit on a throne made of hands, conjured by Robin’s Devil Fruit, watching as the many harem slaves danced and played and fought for her amusement. She could bring any of these beauties to bed with her, to share them with Rob or Zee or Wanda. She could go out literally anywhere to do anything with her favourites - her friends and confidants amongst adoring slavegirls - or she could join in on the machinations of Rob’s deputies, Mercy or Jean or Asami. She could use her powers to alter any of these girls in any perverted way she wished, or she could explore the numerous possibilities of the multiverse like Wanda had.

Hunt down new toys like Arcee; alter the history of the Earth; dethrone the gods themselves; create life from wholecloth - infinite possibilities for the bottomless desire she possessed.

Yet still, there was an itch she could not scratch, no matter what she did. The one thing that was impossible for her omnipotent self.

“And who are you supposed to be, Red?” The Black Cat, Felicia Hardy, notorious cat burglar and MJ’s sometimes nemesis, purred in a mocking tone. She stood casually on the rooftop of the museum, tossing her latest heist up and down in her hands, not seeing MJ in her newly formed supersuit as a threat. “The Avengers’ latest bimbo?”

In her latest attempt to scratch that itch, MJ took a nighttime sojourn to good old New York City and “arranged” a confrontation between her and Felicia. Being aware that she was a fictional character brought to life, MJ was also now aware of her history in said fictional universe, and her relationships with other characters, and her relationship with Felicia was not good, to say the least. Even if Mary Jane Watson loved Rob Daily and not Peter Parker, she saw Felicia as little more than a homewrecking slut, always trying to get her claws into her man. And the fans reacted accordingly in their view of Felicia and MJ, depicting them on either side of a love triangle or shipped all of them together in a loving threesome.

So, yeah, this should work. A night of fun facing her off against the Black Cat, working out some long-held anger and insecurity against her, and ending up with a new plaything - a voluptuous and seductive plaything - for her and Rob. But something still didn’t feel right…

“Hmm, I guess it’s because you don’t know me in this universe.” MJ mused aloud, drawing an arched eyebrow of curiosity and confusion from her erstwhile rival. The Infinity Stones were sewn into the right wrist cuff of her suit, glimmering with power as she raised her right hand and levelled it against Felicia. “Hopefully this will make things more interesting…”

The Mind Stone pulsed with a green light, flooding the night with it’s cosmic power and coalescing around Felicia. Before the thief could even react, she was overwhelmed by MJ’s impossible power. The shiny bauble she had just pilfered fell to the ground, as Felicia’s arms in turn fell to her sides, the woman’s body going slack and loose, swaying on her feet as if she would topple over any moment now. Her mouth hung open in a stupor-like expression and her eyes beneath her domino mask went foggy, all thought and emotion drained as MJ tinkered with her memories, to try and make this nemesis more to her liking.

“Well, if it isn’t Mary Jane Watson~” Felicia purred in a manner similar to her earlier introduction, as soon as her mind booted back up, ignorant of all the editing MJ had just done. Felicia gave a flirtatious smile, as her piercing blue eyes looked MJ up and down. “Didn’t ever expect you to give the superhero thing a try. You certainly have the figure for it though. But wait - why are you all the way on the other side of the country instead of being with your lover. Don’t tell me. Are you and Robbie on the outs again?” Felicia chuckled to herself, which instantly caused MJ to flush in indignation. “I always knew he was too much man for any one woman. Well, if you’re here, maybe I should give him a call and bluuuuuuugh….”

“Urgh! Stupid MJ, stupid! Why did I think turning her into a homewrecking hussy obsessed with getting her claws into Rob would make me feel better?”

Immediately sick of Felicia’s flirtations, and offended she would even think of approaching Rob, MJ turned the cat burglar’s mind into mush, as she was now down on the ground, on all fours and her gigantic bust, moaning and drooling like an invalid, because that was all the mental capacity she was being afforded.

Trotting over to Felicia, MJ placed one of her boots atop the leather-clad bubble butt of her vanquished rival, holding the pose of triumphant conqueror, but not feeling the joy that should come with it.

“You know, I had this idea in my head that this would be an epic confrontation - ending with me winning, of course - and you would join the harem and we would have some fun together with you as my personal bitch.” MJ ranted to the non-responsive Felicia at her feet, arms crossed over her body and wearing a disappointed scowl. “And with all my power I could very easily put us into a time loop where we relive this over and over, me tweaking you and reality bit by bit until I get the perfect scenario I wanted. But is that worth the effort? Is that gonna scratch my itch?”

“Gyuuuuuh….” Felicia moaned stupidly, muffled by both the ground and her own tits.

“See! Even someone as dumb as you gets it!” MJ threw up her hands, stomped away, cursed, and then sighed. Infinite power and she was heading back to the drawing board.

Well, at least she would come away with a decent consolation prize.

Taking a handful of Felicia’s luxurious white hair, MJ yanked the defeated, dazed woman up to a kneeling position, then touching her forehead with her free hand. Immediately, MJ’s cosmic power began to flow into Felicia, remaking her in the divine redhead’s image. Felicia was given the typical concubine makeover with all of her sexual characteristic - tits, ass, hips, thighs - growing to an absurdly exaggerated size (and Felicia was already a total bombshell that needed no enhancement) as her new personality was seamlessly installed, making the cat burglar dumb, slutty, and compliant.

“You’re now Fifi Kitty, just another of Rob’s obedient slavegirls, but also, my personal servant and fuckpet, got it?” MJ pronounced the newly reborn Fifi, finally feeling a semblance of satisfaction looking into the spirals that now bloomed in her eyes, and her broad, adoring, and submissive smile.

“Ooh~ But of course, Mistress!” Fifi giggled cheerfully, gazing worshipfully up at MJ. The newly minted slut took a hold of MJ’s hand, happily nuzzling against it. “I was a bad kitty before, but now I get to be the bitch-pet to the two most purrrr-fect people on the planet! Fifi is sooo happy, Mistress!”

The anger and jealous MJ held for Felicia began to wane in the presence of Fifi’s adorable subservience. Plus, the idea and now reality of turning her rival into an adoring bimbo sexslave was setting in, a heat coming to her loins.

This was a bad idea, she conceded. And while she may have gained a new toy, she was now missing her man. Fifi continued to nuzzle against MJ like a cat, rubbing herself against her new owner’s thigh, drawing another smile from the frustrated woman. She began to pet Fifi, running her fingers through that thick, gorgeous hair.

“Well, let’s head home so that I can introduce you to the Master.”

The two women then vanished into the night, MJ’s itch coming back home with her, as it had followed her from the west coast to NYC in the first place.

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Almost immediately after arriving home and MJ introducing Fifi to her lord and master, the three of them engaged in a night of wild, crazy lovemaking, Rob happy to see MJ’s acquisition, and happy to have another fresh womb to breed. But this was nothing new. MJ always took one or two (or ten) women to bed with her to share with Rob. As much as she loved her man and loved being with him, it was even more fun to share him with her sisters.

But even with an almost literally endless night of sex - Rob driving his cock down each of Fifi’s holes; Rob growing a bifurcated cock to plough MJ and Fifi at the same time; Rob copying himself to triple team both women simultaneously; MJ growing a cock so that they could spitroast Fifi and then, in a pique of lust, making Fifi multi-foetal so that she could impregnate her new pet alongside Rob - it was still not enough. MJ still itched, and that itch buzzed and blared all the louder now that she was conscious of it and trying to satisfy it.

Fortunately, MJ had reasons to be happy tonight. Two of them.

One was that she was with her man…

“Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Come on, baby. Mmm…! Yeah. Fuck me good, fill me up…!”

On her back with her legs (and a couple extra pairs of limbs for good measure) wrapped around Rob’s broad body, MJ held on for dear life as Rob drove deeper and deeper into her snatch, pounding away with an engorged, enlarged cock that no mortal woman could handle. It felt like he was wanting to knock her up all over again and MJ was tempted to make herself multi-foetal, just like Fifi. Speaking of, MJ could feel the gentle, loving lap’s of Fifi’s tongue, as her new pet had her face buried in the business end of the two lovers, kissing and sucking and nuzzling Rob’s balls and MJ’s pussy and anus.

“Fuck me Robbie! Deeper, deeper, deeeeeeper! Fuuuuuuck….!”

MJ moaned. MJ roared. MJ’s power leaked into her and from her, her voice raising like thunder and rattling the bedroom. Or maybe she was shaking the very universe itself. In the midst of coitus, she really couldn’t tell. Any damage, she could fix later.

MJ’s melodious moans mixed with Rob’s deep, powerful grunts, as he ramped up in speed and intensity, hips bucking wildly as he withdrew the length of his mighty cock from MJ’s sopping cunt before slamming it fully into her, hilting himself deep inside her. That moment of connection, that singular brief moment that was repeated over and over again, uniting the all-powerful lovers as if they were one being, body, mind, and soul.

It was all MJ could ask for.

Her Master was the singularly most perfect man, able to quell her anxious heart.

The deed done, MJ filled to the brim with her beloved owner’s seed, they cuddled together, basking in the beauty and pleasure of the moment. Fifi happily curled up at the feet of the two, while they held each other, MJ resting her head on Rob’s chest, silent and still, listening to Rob’s heartbeat and both of their ragged breathing in the aftermath.

Lovemaking always made MJ happy, especially when it was with her Master. But she still had her second reason for satisfaction tonight.

Maybe, just maybe, her itch was so bothersome because she wasn’t doing things for Rob. With Rob.

Much as she loved her powers and the opportunities it allowed her, as well as the position of privilege she had in the harem, MJ loved her man and wanted to give him the world. MJ loved her man and wanted to work alongside him in all of his perverted plans and achieved his endless desires. She wanted to help him conquer and corrupt and she wanted to be there when he turned and fucked the hapless women destined to be his slaves.

And, specifically, MJ had realized she had been left out of something special both Wanda and Zatanna had participated in…

“You know, I’ve actually been experiencing a lot of frustration lately.” MJ brought up after their long period of silent snuggling. She had turned up so that her chin lay across Rob’s chest, looking him directly into the eye. “Feels like I have just been spinning my wheels, not doing anything useful.”

“What are you talking about?” Rob looked genuinely confused by MJ’s confession. “You brought me Arcee, something that didn’t even cross my mind, and now you brought me this cutie.” He motioned to Fifi, adorably curled up before them and sleeping happily in the presence of her owners.

“Yeah, but while I’m picking up random sluts, Zatanna and Wanda are prepping the Justice League and Avengers for conquest. Turning the freaking strongest heroines in the world into putty in your hands.” MJ pouted, puffing out her cheeks, letting her frustrations open and apparent. “Not to mention Wanda does the brilliant thing of retconning Sue and Valeria to make it so you’re the latter’s daughter. I mean - that’s some next-level omnipotent ****-goddess manipulating right there.” MJ turned over, staring up at the ceiling (or rather, the night’s sky that she conjured in it’s place), and pulling Rob’s arms to embrace her.

“You’re setting your coup-de-grace, your ultimate triumph, your moment of crowning glory, and I’m nowhere to be found! And I know it just makes sense to have Zee bring you the League and Wanda bring you the Avengers, I’m not complaining about that, but I want to help, too! Not to mention, well…”

“Well…?”

MJ sat straight up, turning back to face Rob. “You also brought both of them along for earlier ‘conquests’. Zatanna was with you when you claimed Cersei, Sansa, Arya, and Dany. And then Wanda helped you enslave Jean and all the X-Gals. So why can’t I accompany you and help you enslave and claim a group of women.”

“You do make a good point, MJ.” Rob conceded after a moment of considering MJ’s plea and logic. Propping himself on a pile of pillows so that he could sit up as well, he made a gesture to MJ who got his meaning, conjuring a glass of wine into his hand for him to sip on. “But, like you said, the Avengers and the League are all locked up, and I can’t think of a group of women for us to play with right now.”

“Well, I can.” MJ countered simply, then waving her hand into the space before her.

In a moment, a map of the world appeared, but it no longer looked like the world when Rob originally wished on the lamp. With all of his machinations in summoning fictional women to this world, numerous new countries had sprung up out of nowhere, either redrawing established lines or just adding new landmass. These new countries - all of them monarchies in one way or another - were the point MJ was making, each of them highlighted and glowing. Most of them were located all around Europe, but they were scattered all around the globe.

“Of the factions that Talia has gathered, the largest of them, and the one we have left unaccounted for, is the Princess Union.” MJ explained, eyes dancing across the map to each country. “The disparate alliance of these fictional countries your wish created when they summoned the Disney Princesses and miscellaneous other royalty to this world.” Quickly, MJ checked on Fifi. She was still sleeping peacefully, but she wanted to be sure her pet wasn’t hearing things she shouldn’t be.

Rob rubbed his chin, before taking a long draw from his wine glass. “You’re right about everything, but the one thing that has sort of stopped me from pursuing the Princesses is how scattered they are.” He began to point at the map and new countries. “Anna and Elsa in northern Europe. Tiana in the American south. Jasmine in the Middle East. Mulan in far East Asia. The Mushroom Kingdom is in Japan, for some reason… Even if we can teleport at will, it’s too much of a hassle to jump around all that territory for one or two girls at a time.”

MJ just shrugged. “Agree to disagree.”

“My thinking was, we wait until I have all the heroines under my thumb and Talia panics, trying to consolidate her allies.” Rob grinned devilishly as he described his plan, as if he had thought through it many times before, which he most certainly had. “Then, we swing in and get them all in one final blow.”

“Or…” With a smirk, MJ snapped her fingers. In a blink, the new countries on the map disappeared, the continents returning to their pre-wish state. All except for one detail, one very large, very obvious detail. A new island continent had suddenly appeared in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, between the Americas and Asia. A new island continent consisting of all those new countries now mashed together. The disparate nations of the Princess Union, now truly united into one.

“...you use your all-powerful, gorgeous goddess-**** to conjure a new, united land for the Princesses so that we can take them all in one fell swoop.” MJ smirked, looking mighty proud of herself. “How about it, Mr. Writer? Ready to use those skills to create an entire kingdom and it’s people?”

For a moment, Rob could only stare in stunned silence at the audacity of MJ’s plan. But then, he quickly wore a smirk similar to MJ’s. What a wonderfully devious and brilliant girl he had.

And, he supposed he owed her after she suffered this itch for so long. Time to finally grant her satisfaction.

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It's only fair that MJ gets her crack at a faction of women for Rob's pleasure. Start of a new story arc involving the enslavement of the Princess Union - mostly Disney and Nintendo Princesses, but there are a few surprises thrown in, as well.