Cindy and Gwen and Good Post-Sex Hygiene Starring MJ

Cindy walked into the living room. Gwen was sitting slumped on the couch. She had changed, so she was in a white tee shirt and a loose green skirt. And a black hairband. Whatever else you said? Gwen had a look and Gwen stayed on brand.

"Hey Eeyore. Someone stole your tail?" Cindy asked, sliding onto the other side of the couch, nestling. She was in black tights and a loose silk shirt, which is to say she'd slipped out of the top half of her uniform and woven herself a shirt, which as bonus superpowers went was surprisingly useful.

"Not really." Gwen glanced at Mary Jane's room. There was a 'cooing' sound that came through the door every now and again. "But I'm beginning to think I should have thrown myself out the window when Felicia did."

"She has a grappling hook. You don't."

"Might be worth it."

Cindy smiled a bit more. "Yeah. I know how you feel. Maybe more than you think." She shivered. "The whole silk sense/spider sense overconnection thing?"

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I can feel him moving. And of course, my body responds all on its own without a by your leave. And here's MJ hogging all the Parker."

Gwen snorted. "Yeah."

"And that's not really the problem, is it." Cindy lolled her head to one side, sliding her leg up on the couch and wrapping her arm around it.

Gwen looked over at Cindy, shifting to prop her feet on the couch, leaning her torso into her bent legs. She was showing off some underthigh in that specific skirt in that specific pose, but clearly didn't care. She looked sad and cute all at once. "You're... like... stupidly flexible, aren't you?"

"Wanna see me put both my legs behind my head? As a bonus I can put my hands on the floor and lift myself up onto my fingertips." She half-smiled. "I mentioned I was reacting to Peter's current activity, right?"

Gwen snorted. "Yeah." She closed her eyes. "It's not... the sex. Not really. It's... that first night... I'd just been saved and brought forward and Peter was there waiting for me, and for the next fifteen hours minus time for Peter slipping out for Plan B we were just together. There was sex and cuddling and whispering and a sense that we'd finally found each other again. It was... almost like a dream." She laughed. "And then I woke up."

"And Peter's fucked MJ the last couple of nights and I did him on a radio tower, and you--"

"And Peter and MJ are Peter and MJ. And... I knew that. I saw it. I told myself I was okay with it. And MJ told me even before Spider-Harem that I was the automatic exception... that Peter could never 'cheat' on her with me because she gave us explicit permission. And I really appreciate that." She paused. "And it's still Peter and MJ. No matter how many of us fuck Peter, and no matter how comfortable MJ gets with it, it's always going to be Peter and MJ, also starring Gwen Stacy, Cindy Moon, and this week's guest vulva."

"And probably a penis or two." Cindy half-smiled. "I know. That's why I was so all-in for this thing. I figured out Peter and MJ were a twofer back when they were intentionally not talking to each other. Actually being able to guilt-free act on our joint oh god please sex drive is huge for me... and I do love Peter, but there's essentially no romantic love in there at all. I'd call it sisterly but I have and hope to continue banging him on the regular and **** is just creepy. You notice we haven't invited his actual sister into--"

"Oh I noticed. And thank God for that."

"But you love him. You love him and you walked away. And horrible things happened to you in Europe and you went back, but then Mary Jane had gotten much more into the picture, and it was shaping up into a real love triangle, and literally overnight from your point of view ten years have passed and Mary Jane won the race and you're always going to feel like the spare wheel." Cindy smiled a bit more. "Tell me when I get it wrong."

"If you get it wrong, I will." She snorted again. "And it's how it should be. More than you even know. Mary Jane's the one. I know it. I saw it thanks to Ovyah. But... I never feel one tenth as alone and... dead as when I'm sitting outside the room where Peter and Mary Jane are making love. And that's what they're doing. They're making love. Not fucking, like Peter and I do, or Peter and you do.'

Cindy looked at Gwen. "You and Peter make love," she said. "And you will make love again. That's the other side of feeling him. I know he loves you. Really loves you. MJ knows it, too. We may all be Spider-Harem, but you and MJ are the wives and we're the concubines. And by 'we' I mean me and maybe Bitchcat. And it's okay, because MJ loves you, too."

"Y'think?"

"Are you kidding me? When Peter isn't around, she's practically stapling herself to you. She's confused and a little more sarcastic than normal -- and she's always sarcastic -- with the rest of us. She's more than overjoyed you're back. She's happy. She loves you. And you love her. I dunno if that means you want to fuck or not, but I know you love each other." Cindy extended the claws on her hands, and began using her left index finger's claw to clean under the claws of her right hand, idly. "So both Peter and MJ being out of the room and fucking each other makes you feel alone. I get that."

Gwen sat there for a while, thinking. The cooing and other sounds still occasionally drifted out of the closed bedroom. "And you? Who do you love?"

"I don't. What I love is being around people. You spent ten years dead, but they passed in moments. I spent from fifteen years old until like six months ago alone in a bunker. Just me. Books. Old VHS tapes. Pokemon and Mister Rogers and Kid's WB and Masterpiece Theater from the 80s and a bunch of Law and Order and... Ezekiel Sims set it all up and had no idea what to give me for entertainment. You're impressed by your smartphone. I'm impressed by being able to smell other people." She chuckled. "I'm into Spider-Harem because it means banging Peter on the regular and the rest of the time I probably won't be alone."

"You won't be alone. I'm glad you're here right now, I'll tell you that."

"Cool." She considered. "Wanna fuck?"

Gwen didn't really react for a moment. "Not feeling it. Now, anyway. I'd be too focused on it not being Peter."

"Fair. And half the time I'd be closing my eyes and pretending you were Peter."

"Have you ever fucked another girl?"

"Gwen? I've never fucked anyone but Peter. I had a boyfriend before I got stuffed in the bunker, but we never got to second base. Since then..."

Gwen didn't move. "Mm. I wish Peter was my only."

Cindy didn't have an answer to that. There was a pause. Neither knowing what to say. She felt a shift in her silk-sense then. "Mm. They're done, at least for now. Peter just came."

"Did MJ?"

"Two or three times, but not at the end. Not many people come together, I'm told. Which is weird. I only come at the same moment Peter does, when we're fucking."

"Yeah. Your brain's psi-bits are entangled. Side effect."

"That's what I figure, yeah." She paused. "Mm. Incoming."

"Really?"

The door opened, and Mary Jane slipped out, pulling it shut. She was wearing one of Peter's blue button down shirts, two buttons strategically buttoned to keep it 'decent.' She half-smiled, looking sinful. "Ladies," she said. "Don't mind me. Got to pee."

"That must be awkward, post-coital. 'Oo -- thank you for the orgasm. 'Scuse. Got to drain the lizard.'"

"Nah. This is just the post-sex pee."

Gwen finally sat up. "The... what?"

"The post-sex pee." Mary Jane paused at the bathroom door. "Cindy... explain it to her."

"Ex... plain what?"

Mary Jane's eyes widened. "The post-sex p-- after sex you always have to pee! Neither of you know that?!"

"Is this... traditional?" Cindy said. "Cultural? I never managed to have that mythical health class before ended up in the bunker--"

"No, it's not 'traditional!' You've just had your insides churned! Urinating after sex prevents urinary tract infections! Or yeast infections... or... or...."

"Seriously?" Cindy asked, eyebrow arched. "I guess I wouldn't know, what since I'm pretty much immune to infection to begin with--"

"Regeneration doesn't stop yeast from growing in the cooch, Cindy!"

"...oh God," Gwen said, softly. "That... explains that UTI..."

"...what, you had a UTI... yesterday?" Cindy asked.

Gwen looked away. "No."

"Oh. Uh..." she paused, flushing. "Right. Um. Wait. We're missing the real question. MJ--"

"Ask me later. Pee now."

"Just hold your horses! Did it work? Did you get spider-powers?"

Gwen blinked, then sat up. "Hey, yeah. Did... did it work?"

Mary Jane paused. She looked away, hunching down a bit, knees bent. "...yeah. Apparently... as it turns out..."

Cindy's eyes widen. "...what?"

Mary Jane straightened up suddenly... fluidly... and despite it being a very small move she kicked up into the air, one hand sliding up her body to touch the ceiling with her fingertips.

Where she hung, smiling. "As it turns out... yes. It worked.

Gwen's eyes widened, and she squealed. "Omigod MJ!" She threw herself up. "Get down here! Omigod!"

"Yes! Spider-sisterhood! 'Mary-Jane! Mary-Jane! Does whatever--'" She stopped her song short. "Oh crap, 'does whatever Mary Jane can' would already mean something!"

Mary Jane dropped to the floor, hugging Gwen who was still squealing and hugged her back, tightly. "Like I haven't heard every marijuana joke known to man," she said, laughing. "It's amazing! And the spider-sense, and feeling my body move and -- it's better than Spider-Island and that was amazing! Gwen, I know you're on the fence, but seriously--"

"Don't rush me. Omigod I'm so happy for you." She squeezed Mary Jane again. "That's... eeeeee! I know how long you wanted this!"

"Damn right." She squeezed her back. "And now I have to pee, period, end of story. And you need to go pounce on Peter."

"What?"

"C'mon, Gwennie. I've been hogging the Parker and I'm gonna spend the next three hours sticking to walls and giggling. Go bone. Or are you worried my nasty Mary Jane funk got all over him?"

Gwen stared, then giggled, hugging again and kissing Mary Jane's cheek before dashing into the bedroom. Cindy heard Peter's surprised reaction before she shut the door. Mary Jane, in the meantime, slipped into the bathroom.

Cindy shook her head, and rolled her eyes as her silk sense reacted again, feeling Peter's movement, scooping up Gwen and--"

Cindy blew a raspberry, frustrated. "Tomorrow, Peter's wishing me an indestructable vibrator, God damn it," she muttered. "And maybe something to prevent cooch yeast."