Ovyah -- or 'Ollie?' -- sees if Peter's Chicken (or is that Chikan?)

Peter and Ollie slipped into the train, getting herded into the middle of the noontime crowd. Trains were packed right now, which as a native New Yorker didn't exactly bother Peter. You might as well complain about rain existing.

Still, he grinned just a bit as he grabbed one of the railings. Ollie jostled into him, packed close. She was warm and obviously okay with pressing in, which in rush hour was a good thing.

"I guess your 'empty train' power's on the fritz?" Peter whispered, leaning close. He was amused -- Ollie telling him that she could get them empty or near empty subway cars for 'fun' whether they used them that way or not seemed almost ridiculous when he heard it.

"Of course not," she whispered back, grinning. "But we talked about more than empty subway fantasies on our way over. And you're under such stress, it seemed to me... you might want a demonstration...." She smiled, wickedly. "Or tell me... Peter...? Are you... chicken?"

Peter blinked. What was she--

Chicken.

Chikan. She'd said it was a Japanese term for a worldwide fetish. 'Molestation.' 'Groping.' In the real world, it referred to the practice of sexually assaulting people -- usually women and especially schoolgirls -- on public transportation, especially at rush hour when men and women were pressed close... like Peter and Ollie were now. In the fetish... it meant the same thing, but the girl was into it.

Peter expected that there was lots of fetish fuel in the girls who weren't into it as well, but it didn't matter in this case. Peter would never **** anyone.

But Ollie wasn't looking to be assaulted. Ollie was looking for fantasy given form.

And Peter was still upset -- Robbie Robertson literally firing him from a photo lab job over ancient history because some old Parker Industries haters had dragged it up had keyed him up. Ollie and Peter had talked for a while, but now Ollie was offering him something a little more tangible. Stress relief. Fun.

It seemed insane to even consider...

Ollie's eyes were still on Peter's. Challenging him. She pressed her hips just slightly forward.

"Chicken?" she'd asked.

"...what would you need?" he whispered.

"Same as ever. A wish. Make sure to include not getting caught." She giggled. "Unless you're into that."

Peter was not into getting caught. But the rest... it seemed crazy...

But then, Peter's life had been crazy since he was fifteen. And... this wasn't like a wish that changed him back into a billionaire or caused massive disruption. This was just Peter and Ollie on a train... and if the wish said they wouldn't get caught...

Peter remembered the first time Felicia Hardy had coaxed Peter into costumed sex, essentially public, far up in the shadows of a building's underhang. The Black Cat was a thrillseeker and adrenaline junkie. Naturally she liked getting dicked hard while hanging off a ledge where a janitor inside the building might see. Later on Peter had described it to Mary Jane... and that had led to the first time the pair did it outside, on a fire escape... in a warm summer rain...

"...I wish for a chickan experience," he murmured almost subvocally. "With Ollie as the girl, into it and happy, and neither of us getting caught doing it." He half smiled. "Will that--"

He paused... looking down.

Ollie still looked like Ollie, but now she was wearing a tight V-neck sweater, her hair in twin pony-tails on the sides of her head, and a pleated blue skirt that was none too long. She looked up, slightly mischievously, and turned around, reaching up to take hold of the rail again, back to him... butt towards him...

The subway lurched, suddenly dark -- power out underground. It happened, sometimes a lot. There was a groan from the commuters -- angry? Not hardly. Just annoyed. This was nothing new... they usually didn't last long--

The lurch drove Ollie into Peter, her hips right against his... her buttocks pressed against his groin...

Peter felt himself growing hard... even as the train lurched forward and stopped again. Ollie lost hold of the rail and started to pitch forward, but Peter's arm wrapped around her and pulled her back, making her gasp--

Peter felt himself growing hard. Ollie did too, her butt right in position... she could hardly not feel--

He felt her looking around, as though she had no idea who might be--

Peter held her. Bracing... the crowd pushing them together in the darkness... the car was hot, sound all around them so complete it might as well be white noise...

Her hand slid over his. Her's was trembling slightly.

Peter swallowed... and slid his hand lower... down onto her stomach...

She shook her head slightly, her hand pulling up... but Peter didn't stop. Somehow... he knew that was part of the point. ****...

Peter pulled back, and up, lifting her slightly, pressing her back against his erection and making her even less stable... dependent on him to keep from pitching forward or back.

She shivered... and that had a definite impact on her hips pushed against his... he found himself massaging with the hand holding onto hers... pressing her back and up... finding a rhythm...

Anyone else might have a problem with letting go of the railing -- if nothing else, if the car pitched forward they both might have a problem. But Peter... sure, he had problems using his wall crawling through his sneakers -- it's why he had to slip them off if he needed to actually climb a building -- but if he just needed to hold himself steady in a subway car the weakened bond would be more than sufficient, and that meant he had both hands...

Ollie clutched his lower hand, shivering again, then tried to look behind herself as she felt Peter's other hand slide down her body. She didn't quite try to pull away, though he felt her muscles lock as his hand reached her hip... which meant her skirt...

Peter pulled it up in back, pulling it out of the way... she was apparently wearing a thong or very skimpy tanga... meaning for all intents and purposes her bare buttocks were pressing against his slacks, rhythmically against his erection which was still barely being held...

He slid that hand around her then, still underneath the skirt, sliding to her front and taking over the duty of pressing them together and holding her off the floor. He felt her trembling legs slide around, one hooking his own leg to brace... as his hand moved over the front of her underwear he found moisture... clearly shivering more as he took liberties...

His other hand slid down, then up, under the sweater, feeling the smoothness of her stomach... her warm skin. Her hands grabbed it through her sweater, but either couldn't stop him from sliding his hand up higher or didn't really want to...

He pressed her back, fully holding her up and against him now... lower hand sliding into her scanty underwear, probing and seeking and invading, upper hand reaching her bra-clad chest, feeling her hard nipple pressing through it... then lifting it up and off her chest, freeing her breasts though the sweater still covered them... his hand covering one, squeezing and teasing...

The car shuddered again, slowly moving forward, pressing the crowd into the pair at all sides... but it was like they didn't exist, other than to keep Ollie trapped against Peter... and maybe to give others some minor thrill if they happened to notice... on the one hand there was that deep, core thrill and terror that came with public sex... that came with maybe being caught, especially since no one who did catch them would understand that Ollie and Peter were together... honestly, right this moment it almost felt like they weren't... like Peter was really a stranger, and this girl was anonymous and caught between fear and lust....

Peter adjusted... moving his hand out from under her panties... and around, confident that with her leg hooking his she wouldn't move too much. He got it around so he could unzip his slacks... knowing she could feel that too... he could feel her heart beating through the breast he was clutching... feel her fear and desire... feel her reacting as he freed his cock through the 'fly' of his underwear, so that it was nestling against the back of her thong and the curve of her skin. (...where was his costume did she make it just not be there with the fantasy did he even need to think about it oh god her skin was hot...)

Moving his hand around again, he cupped her pelvis from the front, pulling at the tanga, displacing it... maybe tearing it, he couldn't tell. With his upper hand he leaned her forward, feeling her spasm and then start shivering, even as he lifted her pelvis, angling her...

The subway slammed forward, throwing the girl back, pushing the crowd in front of her back into them both as well and letting Peter feel it behind him (a girl's breasts pressed against his back? It seemed like it...) but his position didn't shift at all thanks to his 'clinging' to the floor... but Ollie shifted a lot as she was pushed and pulled all at once and his cock impaled her, causing her muscles to lock--

Now the train was moving at speed, coming out of a tunnel and moving fast, light flickering on either side as Peter began rocking Ollie helplessly, his cock moving inside her, her pussy convulsing and clenching his cock as the movement of the train and the shifting crowd all around them kept them pressed together. Her head slid back, the hair of her ponytail obscuring his face and letting her smell her shampoo as they fucked, right in the middle of the car, the anonymous mass of humanity around them almost connected to and connecting them...

Peter thrust more... clearly feeling two or three pairs of breasts pressed against him from behind now, and was one of the ones behind him rubbing her hand against her pussy, in a way he could feel against his butt? Maybe... most of Peter's attention was on his hand holding her breast, his other hand on her pelvis, pushing her back and letting her fall forward again... again... again...

Ollie's cunt locked around Peter's cock as her muscles seemed to spasm. He heard her muffled voice as she bit her lip to try to keep her orgasm from being audible... the lurching of the train serving to mash Peter's shaft against her g-spot...

Peter began moving her faster now, the train plunging back underground as they moved, the overhead lights flickering and there almost being a sense of men and women on either side of the pair doing the same thing as Peter thrust forward and pulled Ollie back again and again feeling her shudder through a second, almost helpless orgasm... his own need filling him... coiling like a spring deep inside--

With a shudder, Peter came, deep inside the girl... feeling her clench and orgasm at the same time... feeling that moment of existing within the fantasy -- the fantasy of an unknown man grabbing an unknown girl, lifting her and fucking her and cumming inside her in the middle of the train...

And then the train shuddered to a stop, and almost unconsciously Peter pulled back, turning and zipping. Not looking at the others that were around them and not letting them be seen... leaving the girl where she was, her feet hitting the floor and falling forward into the people in front of her....

Peter fell heavily onto a bench, breathing out, feeling the afterglow of orgasm and the knot of terror that was the spice of public sex... it felt so...

Ollie leaned up against him on the other side... back in the clothes she'd been wearing before, her hair back down. In a sense, the skirt and sweater clad ponytailed Ollie never left the train. "...you're a natural," she said. "At least, when the girl's into it...."

"Who were the others," he asked.

"Me," she said. "Set dressing. For some degree. It doesn't matter. They were whoever you wanted or no one at all. Think about it, Peter... you got off the train at your proper station... was there any above-ground section of the subway from there to here? We never left Midtown."

Peter looked around. It was indeed their stop. "How--"

"Fantasy, Peter. Follows its own rules. Was part of it real? There's cum inside me, if nothing else. Was part of it not real? It doesn't matter. You lived it but that doesn't mean it's part of your life." She leaned more comfortably. "Think of this as the counterpoint to what you told me before... about the impact of my wishes on the world. When we have a pure fantasy, like that one? There is no impact on the world. None. That happened between you and me, and the fact that it happened while we traveled from one subway stop to another doesn't matter. There was no possible way it affected anyone but us." She paused. "With a few caveats."

"Caveats?"

"You asked about the other girls. Like I said, they were me. Or set dressing. But there were girls on the same subway we were on... girls who have the fetish you play out. Did they see or catch us? No. But they were on the fringe of that fantasy, not conscious of it. When they get home, they'll think about their rush hour ride... and fantasize about a handsome brown haired man fucking a skirted college girl right there on the train... and fantasize more about being the college girl. No one will be inspired to actually endanger themselves or attack someone, but the spice will flutter through their fantasies." She giggled. "Are you all right with that impact?"

"...yeah," Peter said. "So long as no one gets hurt."

"Well, I might be a little sore..."

The two laughed. "C'mon," he said. "Let's get home. I'm sure Mary Jane and Gwen'll be surprised to see us so early, assuming they didn't go out, but..."

"Right alongside you," Ollie said, grinning.

But as they emerged from the old elevator, Peter's eyebrows shot up and the barest tingle of his Spider-Sense triggered. His door was wide open and there was a sound and the surge of Spider-Sense that meant Silk was nearby--

Peter ran for the door and inside, hearing Gwen sobbing and literally shrieking with rage. As he darted into the room he saw she was being held back by Mary Jane with Cindy Moon moving ahead of him and Tony Stark on the floor what the HELL?

"Whoa whoa whoa!" Peter shouted, running forward and flipping over Gwen, Cindy, and Mary Jane and landing between them and Tony. "What is g-- Tony? What are you doing here? Gwen? Gwen?!" He turned to help her, but by now she was sobbing.

"That's a good question," Cindy said, letting Peter and Mary Jane hold Gwen and moving around to lean over where Tony was still on the floor. "What are you doing here? I thought was because we invited you, but maybe I'm missing the bigger picture."

"So far," Tony muttered, rubbing his chin where he'd bitten his lip with the hit. "I'm learning that your 'normal girl' throws a mean punch. I'm not here to cause trouble." Off to the side, Tony's Iron Man armor was standing in sentry mode.

Peter blinked. Wait. Gwen punched Tony? What -- why was he here? Why was Cindy here? Off to the side, he saw Ollie push around to see what was going on.

Peter hoped she found out what that was pretty fast. As a bonus, he hoped he would find out what was going on at the same time.