Spider-Man: Spider-Harem

It's a normal day for your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Man Peter thought to himself as he swung through the city.

It had been one year since his... Multiversal debacle with the Peter 2 and Peter 3.

One year since... Aunt May died.

Well, that's a sure way to bring your mood down. Peter thought, then a police's sirens drew his attention.

Peter followed the sirens until he arrived at a flaming apartment complex. He immediately launched himself in, keeping an ear out for any trapped civilians.

"Will anybody help me?" He heard someone cough out.

Peter crawled through the debris-filled hallways, until he found a man trapped underneath a beam.

"I'm here, I'll help you," Peter said, immediately going to pick the beam up.

As he went to pick the beam up, his "Peter-tingle" called at him but he ignored it, picking up the beam to give the man freedom.

The man stood up, then he started laughing, then he started changing, while the fire suddenly all gathered to him.

"What the hell..." Peter said, dropping the beam and backing up as the man turned into a demon.

"To think," the... Devil began, "of all the Spider-Men, you're the one destined to give birth to my doom. Not 616, Not O'Hara, not 948, not even 6160, YOU!"

"Listen, demon boy, I have no idea what you're trying to say, but you might need to chill a little bit," Peter quipped through his fear.

"You don't even know, do you?" The devil said, with a tone of anger and triumph. "Too late, you signed the contract."

"Mr. Demon, I just met you, I haven't signed any contract," Peter said. "I wouldn't sign a contract with the devil."

"You have no idea how many Spiders said that, and broke their promise," the devil chuckled, then he telekinetically lifted the beam, to show a written contract on it. "By lifting the beam, you signed the contract."

"You've overstepped, Mephisto," a new voice said, and Peter looked behind himself, observing the new dude.

It was a dark skinned man, with a cowl that looked a lot like his mask, and a spider emblem on his bare chest. He had a toga which looked like it was made from stars, and the man was barefoot.

"Anansi," Mephisto growled. "You can't stop me, the contract has been signed."

"Ah, yes, the contract," Anansi stepped forward, grabbing the beam. "You're infamously known for your trickster wording, so how about you let another trickster have a go?"

Peter just stood there in horror and shock, unable to move.

Anansi began reading the contract. "Peter Parker of Earth-199999 shall not fall in love, have sex, or otherwise reproduce without Mephistopheles' approval."

Anansi hummed, then he looked at Mephisto. "This is quite ironclad. How about a game?"

"A game?" Mephisto asked, intrigued.

"I'm sure, as a long lived being of your power as you are, you're aware of the Harem Hotel?" Anansi asked.

"And why, oh dear Spider-God, would I allow the father of my destruction to join a show meant for procreation?" Mephisto asked.

"We'll make a twist," Anansi offered. "As I'm sure you're aware, this Peter Parker is technically not of this world. Hence, none of the contestants will be of this world either."

"Why should I accept?" Mephisto asked.

"As it is, you're trying to break your prophesied ending," Anansi said. "Should you refuse, the higher entities will deal with you. This offer is your best offer, unless you'd rather The Living Tribunal deal with you?"

Mephisto grimaced. "I'll only accept if I get to choose half of the contestants, and put input throughout the show."

"Done deal," Anansi said, offering his hand to Mephistopheles.

Throughout the conversation, Peter kept trying to talk, but his voice was magically shut by one of the two... Beings, Peter wasn't sure which.

Mephistopheles shook Anansi's hand, and Peter was no longer in his universe.

Peter Parker found himself sitting in a lounge he'd only ever seen images of, a room he always hoped to visit one day.

Sitting across from him was the Anansi dude.

"Before you speak, understand that this was the best case scenario for you, young Spider," Anansi said. "I did not wish for this to happen to you, none of us did. As it is, Mephistopheles tricked you, and so we had to resort to this."

"What is this?" Peter exclaimed. "Who are you? Who are you working with? Who was that devil guy? Where are we?"

"I'll answer all of your questions in order," Anansi said. "Firstly, this is Harem Hotel: Spider-Harem. It is exactly as the name suggests, with a few twists, as you shall see. Several women from across the multiverse will vie for your love, else they will risk elimination from the show, and considering Mephisto, he will make them to be caricatures of themselves. The only way to win is for eight women to have achieved the necessary points, within the timeline of 12 Seasons, each season consisting of 10 days. Should you lose, Mephistopheles will hold ultimate control over yourself, and all the women in the show, until the end of time.

"As for who I am, my name is Kwaku Anansi. I am known as the Spider-God, and I am a protector of the Web of Life and Destiny, a multiversal construct which keeps the multiverse safe. The other protectors and I, we wished to save you from this fate, however it was beyond our ability, and for that, we apologize.

"The devil guy, as you called him, is Mephistopheles. He is a demon as old as he is powerful, and he seeks to keep his reign even longer and painful. However, his demise was fated to come by a child of yours, and he is seeking a way to subvert that. How that child shall destroy him is beyond any of our knowledge, but fate works in mysterious ways.

"As I have answered all your original questions, allow me to fill in some more blanks. Each show has a "Host," a being to guide you and the contestants through your journey. Yours shall be E.D.I.T.H., the Artificial Intelligence that Anthony Stark left behind for you. She is connected all throughout this imitation of the Avengers Tower, and she will guide you from here on out. I wish to stay longer, but Mephistopheles has placed a restriction on how long I may introduce you, and I am nearing that limit."

Peter began to say something, but Anansi flickered away.

In a fifth dimensional space, Anansi joined Mephistopheles as they observed the young Peter Parker of Earth-199999.

"Your childish sentimentality shall ruin the fun of this," Mephisto said with a chuckle. "Is he ready to receive our Contestants?"

Anansi nodded.

Back in the Hotel, Peter stared at where Anansi just was, barely able to process how his life got torn apart by multiversal nonsense, again.

"Peter," Edith's voice chimed in from the overhead speakers. "It is my responsibility to welcome you to the Show. However, before I do so, the Contestants must join. So without further ado, may I introduce the First Contestant of Anansi...