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Gwen [01]
-Three days ago-
Gwen Stacy was not feeling well these past few days.
She was dizzy and nauseous. She was vomiting a lot, and it felt like shit.
She had an inkling as to what it could be, but she didn't want to believe that. She'd even bought a 'thing' when she returned from school today to test whether her suspicions were true or not, but she couldn't gather the courage to go and test using the 'thing'.
She was just afraid.
So, she just fell asleep, all while mulling over the drastic changes in her life.
She'd been happy.
She was hanging out with her friends.
Having night study sessions, even.
She liked someone, and she was going to confess her feelings sooner or later. At least, she was thinking of doing so. Maybe date them.
But,
She'd been ráped.
By that same person, she wanted to confess her feelings about.
Peter Parker.
So, now that some stuff had happened between them, she was not sure anymore. What should she make of their relationship?
Confusion.
It was all a clusterfuck of confusion.
Gwen hadn't told her dad about anything. He would freak out, and probably do something he normally wouldn't do. Maybe he'd beat Peter up? Possibly even kill him.
She didn't want that.
Even though what Peter did was unforgivable, and she never found herself forgiving him, ever, she didn't want to see him die.
Be that as it may, she hadn't told anyone about what had happened.
She didn't want to be labeled as 'just another victim'.
Anyways, she fell asleep pondering over all that.
The next day, she woke up with a heavy head. Her head was splitting apart, and her body ached all over. She stood up from her bed with much difficulty and walked inside the bathroom.
She got naked and turned on the shower.
As the water started hitting her body, Gwen closed her eyes, her mind wandering about aimlessly, again.
After she was done showering, she cleaned herself with the towel and got out. Wearing the clothes, she picked up her purse and got out of her house.
She wasn't going to school today.
No.
She was going somewhere else.
She couldn't face Peter in class, so she just wanted to try something else.
And she had just the thing in mind.
Gwen was, after all, an intern at Oscorp. She wouldn't do anything much though, she wasn't feeling well, and she didn't want to remain in her room either. So, she just went to Oscorp and had some fun while distracting her mind with various scientific research.
She met Doctor Connors, and she was definitely fascinated by that man's research on lizards.
"… I have ever since been fascinated by lizards' ability to regrow their missing limbs. But it was only when I lost my arm on that fateful day did I have an epiphany." Curtis lectured to the students.
Gwen wasn't sure which school they were from, but today, it seemed that another school's students were here on a tour.
"It has been 10 years that I've been researching. Trying to take a certain part from a lizard's DNA and infuse it with different animals to help them heal from their wounds, help them regenerate their lost body parts. I've been researching, with results varying from total failure to close success but I believe I'm very close to perfecting this formula."
Gwen was listening with full attention; it was so enthralling to listen to him talk about his research for her.
"Once I do, there will be less pain, less suffering. Why? Because there will be a way to help people heal in a revolutionary way! A world without pain! The world will turn into an ideal utopia!" (A/N: this little speech is taken from [I Am Peter Parker]. Point fingers at me. Go ahead.)
After she was done listening to him, Gwen went around to another area. Where, there was a spider exhibit, or so it seemed from where she stood. There were many genetically enhanced spiders there. But Gwen just skimmed through that area since she'd started feeling quite dizzy at some point.
Shit.
Gwen stumbled slightly and sat on a bench, rubbing her temples.
Why was she like this today?
Gwen sighed and stood up when she felt that she was fine. However, just then, she felt a stinging pain on the back of her neck.
"Ouch!" She hissed and immediately slapped her hand on her neck. What the fuck? She was surprised to see a spider on her hand. It was dead. Gwen didn't throw it but pocketed it. She knew that it was probably one of the spiders from these containers, and that's why she pocketed it.
(A/N: Ghost-Spider! Yaaaay!)
She was somewhat of a scientist herself. Aspiring scientist. She would study it later. After that, Gwen toured around for sometime before she went home. Her dad was home by the time she got there, and she was admittedly feeling worse than she was in the morning.
Why the fuck, though?
Gwen didn't know.
She just sighed and fell asleep that night too.
Though this time, she slept better than ever.
The next morning, Gwen woke up and walked into her bathroom. She showered, brushed her teeth for a few minutes, and walked out with a towel covering her body.
That's when she heard a knock at the door.
"Gwen, sweety, how are you feeling today? I'm coming in, okay?"
Gwen was startled when she saw the door knob twist.
She didn't know what happened, but she moved on her own, her speed surprised even herself, and she slammed against the door with a thud.
"Gwen! Are you alright!? What was that noise!?"
Her dad sounded concerned, but Gwen was even more freaked out. She immediately grabbed the knob and twisted it in the other direction. It got crunched under her newfound strength. Fuck. What is this!?
Gwen panicked.
She quickly tried to free her hand, but it got stuck, and when she finally managed to get it off, something white came out of her wrist.
The sight of something coming out of her wrist made her disgusted and she vomited on the floor, right there, right then.
"Blearrghh!"
"Gwen! Are you vomiting!?"
"Dad!" Gwen huffed. "I'm fine, just have a bad stomach. Nothing I can't handle. Can you please go? I was changing clothes so I'm naked right now!"
She immediately blabbered whatever she could.
"We should see a doctor, no?" Her dad's concerned voice sounded from the other side.
Gwen pondered over his words.
Doctor…
Gwen was frightened in an instant.
She didn't know what was happening to her, how her strength increased, or how something white came out of her wrists. But that wasn't what made her frightened. No. It was something else. And something she'd been suspecting.
She'd been ráped.
Be that as it may, she was more concerned about the fact that he'd filled her to the brim with his semen. It hadn't been a lot of days since then, but she'd been afraid of pregnancy nonetheless.
And if she were to go to a doctor…
"No! no… I'm fine. Just a bad stomach, didn't I tell you?!"
Her dad didn't answer for a long time, and her heart only thumped louder and louder against her chest. A pit in her stomach.
"… okay, sweety. Just call me if your health gets worse, I'll come running right away, got that?"
"Yes, yes! I'll call!"
She only relaxed when she heard her father's footsteps growing fainter.
Gwen slumped against the door, and her face fell in her hands. Then, she started crying silently. She wept, sitting there, for only god knew how long. She hadn't really thought about or mulled over the fact that her best friend had ráped her. Rather, she'd tried and focused on so many other things. But, now, the strange stuff happening to her body, her bad stomach, her vomiting, feeling nautilus, depression, fear, coupled with the fact that she might be pregnant…
She couldn't take it anymore.
So, she just let the bubbling emotion come out.
After some time, she stood up from there, picked up the 'thing'-which was a pregnancy test kit really-and walked into the bathroom. She was determined to check now… and if turned out to be true, she'd bust Peter's balls and hold him responsible.
She'd tell her father, force him into not killing Peter outright. Then force him into compelling Peter to hold responsibility.
She wasn't thinking straight, but she didn't care anymore.
After following the instructions, she managed to use it.
When she was done, Gwen just walked out with a blank look on her face and slumped on her bed.
The test was positive… and even the line wasn't faint…
… She was pregnant.
H-how? It had just been a few days though…
Gwen just stared at the ceiling with her arms opened wide on the bed. One hand held the pregnancy in it tightly, while the other held a knife.
Maybe she should just… end everything?
It will be so much better… so much more peaceful… she wouldn't have to worry about anyone pointing fingers at her.
Why would they point fingers at her? Simple, today's society, or any time's society, didn't really look at a young girl who was pregnant-and wasn't even married-with good intentions.
They, without knowing the girls' situation, point their fingers, and say stuff like…
Oh, look, she's that slut who fucked some random hobo and got herself pregnant.
Oh, isn't that the girl who was pregnant at such a young age?
Hey, didn't she get ráped once?
Who's your child's father?
Why did you decide to have a child so early on in your life?
What were you thinking when you decided to fuck without precautionary measures?! Didn't you that you could get pregnant?!
Oh, it's that bitch…
Oh, stay away from her, she's not good…
Ah… today's teenagers… don't think about their parents. What would they say when their daughter was someone… like this?
That's how today's society reacts. The male would be fine, at most, he'd be killed by the victim's relatives, or be in jail for his lifetime, or 10 years at most before coming out. Then, everyone would forget he'd gotten some girl pregnant.
For a girl though… this was big. She had to live her whole life with a huge pointer on her head.
And Gwen was afraid of that…
Somewhere in her heart, she was also afraid that if she were to bear the child, they would have to live with such a mother as herself. People tend to treat the child the same as the mother.
So… why not end everything now?
These are her thoughts right now. Be it a teenager's stupidity, or an afraid little girl. The fact that she hadn't talked with anyone about this or the fact that she was afraid of their opinion about her after talking about it
The only conclusion she managed to reach… was suicide.
Gwen looked at the knife, sat up, and brought the knife near her wrist.
Her hand trembled.
Does this even work? She'd seen on T.V. that this is how many people commit suicide. But she isn't really sure.
Gwen gritted her teeth and bit her lower lip as she brought the knife closer.
Her breathing got rough, and tears gathered in her eyes as she pressed the knife against her wrist.
But just as she was about to do the deed…
-Vrmmm Vrmmm!
Her phone buzzed.
Gwen stared at it for a whole minute before picking it up.
Peter: Hey? You didn't come to school today? Is everything alright? Are you fine?
Gwen just stared at the message, and her eyes watered further. It got to the point that she couldn't take it anymore and stuffed her face in the pillow before she started crying again.
'What do you mean everything's alright?! What do you mean am I fine!?'
She cried till no tears could come out, then, she laid facing the ceiling again.
What the fuck is she supposed to do?
Gwen's face was expressionless. No one knew what crossed her head right then and there.
She shook her head slightly; thinking about this shit wouldn't do her any good… So, Gwen brought her wrist forward and started staring at the little hole. She would admit, it was horrible, disgusting, and outright disturbing to look at her wrist, but she was curious as to what that white substance was.
Gwen started rubbing that place. It was… strange.
She tried many hand signs to see if that white substance would come out again or not. In the end, frustrated that it wasn't working anymore, Gwen groaned and aimed her hand at the ceiling, making a 'horns' sign (?).
She felt a weird feeling bolt through her arm and wrist before a string of white shot out of her and got attached to the ceiling.
Gwen grinned slightly.
She's going to get busy testing the weird things happening with her body now.
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Chapter 18
18: Gwen [02]
It was quite late in the evening, and Peter had just finished with Ned. They built the fucking Death Star, finally. Now that Peter was done with that, Peter would go to the warehouse to train, fuck Yuri if she was there, and do some other stuff.
But, before that, he wanted to check up on Gwen. See what she's been up to, and whether she's really fine or not.
Peter called forth his suit, and it swiftly latched onto his whole body.
Peter looked outside the window, and checked if there was anyone looking or not. Confirming that yes, no one really had eyes on this one particular window, Peter jumped. He adroitly swung his way out of the neighborhood so that he won't attract unwanted attention and then made a detour to Gwen's house.
Time passed, and Peter was in front of her house. He quickly changed unsummoned his suit in an alley and walked in front of the door before ringing the doorbell.
After a few jiffies, he rang the doorbell again.
No one answered.
Peter frowned.
Was George not home yet?
It was understandable, actually. He was a police officer, and there could always be emergencies. Peter sighed; it looks like he can't meet her today.
Or, can he?
Peter smirked, and looked around. No one was here. Which was good-for him anyway. Peter calmly walked around the house until he could see a particular window. It was the window of a particular window.
He smiled and swiftly climbed up.
He wanted to surprise her.
But he was also worried about her state of mind. He knew how traumatic rápe, attempted or successful, could be for the victim.
… Wait.
Peter frowned as he slowly stopped near the window.
How did he know that it could be traumatic? And from how he was feeling, it was almost as if he had first-hand experience.
"Edward…"
Peter muttered, sighed, and finally moved up to get a proper look inside her room.
His eyes couldn't help but widen.
Her clothes were all over the place, books were loitered around, and something white was all over the ground. Gwen was nowhere to be seen, her bed-sheet was on the ground, and so were many other things in her room.
Peter panicked.
Did someone attack her?
He immediately forced open the window, breaking the lock as he did so, and jumped inside.
"Gwen! Where are you?! What happened!?"
Peter looked around before his head started moving up.
"Don't you dare look up!"
He heard Gwen's flustered voice. This, though, only made him look up faster. Then? His eyes opened wide, and so did his jaw before it hit the floor. Gwen was butt naked, with no clothes on her whatsoever. She was glaring at him with tear-filled eyes, and her hands and feet were latched onto the ceiling.
She was facing him.
Her tits and her legs were opened in an M shape, which meant her pussy was quite visible as well.
"I said don't look up!" She yelled, closing her eyes in embarrassment.
"Calm down, Gwen! Tell me what happen!?"
"I-I do-don't know! I was in Oscorp! Some spider bit me, and then, now I have these powers like yours! I was testing them since the afternoon, and everything was going well! But then! I just had to jump! Everything started going wrong! And I somehow got stuck here! Now I can't get down!"
"Okay, okay, calm down! Just calm… down." Peter said, raising his hands towards her.
"Just think of letting go. You were afraid of heights and your mind involuntarily started twisting it with your order of getting down. So, calm down, and think of canceling. I'll catch you. I promise. Won't let you fall."
Gwen nodded her head furiously, closed her eyes, and in a few seconds, seemed to calm down as her body fell into his arms.
She immediately latched onto his neck like a scared kitten.
Damn…
That's when Peter's spider-sense started acting weirdly. So did Gwen's.
Peter could see those wavy things on top of her head. They were exactly like how the spider-sense's image was depicted in the comics.
… She was like him now, wasn't she?
Peter sighed.
Gwen looked up.
"So, I'm really like you, no?"
"Didn't I say I was bitten by a spider and turned into a human-spider hybrid that day?"
"Oh… yes." Gwen blushed, "Peter, can you let go of me now?"
Peter did, and she immediately got down before wrapping herself in a towel. This only made it worse for Peter, though. The way the towel hugged her body was even more enticing than seeing her naked. It was hot.
"You were lying back then, right?" she asked.
"What?"
"You said that it was similar to animals in heat. I haven't felt that since I got bitten."
"Different spiders." Peter lied as he looked around.
"Why are you here, Peter?"
"Well, you've been pretty much ignoring me; didn't answer my calls or messages. Then I heard you had a bad stomach and were ill from your dad. So, I just wanted to check up on you." Peter said while he walked up to her bed and sat down.
Gwen squinted her eyes at him. She didn't believe him at all.
He was hiding something. And she knew it.
"What are you hiding?" She asked; she couldn't take it anymore.
Peter wanted to tell her everything. But… but it wasn't the time yet. It was too soon. Their relationship wasn't as strong as it needed to be. He wasn't sure how she'd react if he were to tell her that he had a 'fucking' system that made it his mission that he fucks countless women. That she can't be the only one.
He didn't want to lose her.
So, Peter didn't answer.
"I can't tell you for now…" he muttered, turning his head away towards the bed.
"Peter!" Gwen's lips twitched and she started huffing. She ran up to the fucker, jumped on top of him, and he was forced down on the bed with wide eyes. Then, she started beating the shit out of his face.
And this time, it didn't hurt her, but she was definitely able to deliver some punches that hurt like a bitch for Peter.
"G-Gwen?" Peter called out to her, his eyes wide as they'd been, and his lips shaking.
"What!?" She growled.
Peter, on the other hand, was feeling numb. He was in utter shock. Ice cold. As if there was a fucking hole in his stomach, and things were wriggling in there.
Peter picked up the pregnancy test he'd just seen on the bed and brought it toward her, his eyes still in shock.
"Y-you… you're pregnant?!"
His heartbeat accelerated, and his stomach lurched.
Fuck…
Gwen stiffened. Shit. she hadn't hidden it away.
Her eyes watered, and she started beating the shit out of his face again as her tears fell down on his cheeks like a broken dam.
"Y-you bet I am! You fucker!" She growled, tears falling down her face. "But, do you even care!?" her punch landed on his nose. "Do you fucking care!?" Another punch on his nose. "Tell me!? Do you fucking care?!" another punch to his nose, and a sickening crunch later, Peter's nose was bleeding.
"I-I'm So-sorry. I didn't- mean t-to…" Gwen muttered in shock.
Peter just got up with her still on top of him. He handled her with his arms and rested her in his lap before hugging her tightly, letting the blood run from his nose.
"I do, Gwen, I do care." He whispered, his hands tightening around her trembling body. "I'm sorry."
Gwen started weeping in his arms as she hugged him back, and they sat in that same position for a few minutes, all while Peter continued to pat her back. His eyes were unreadable, and he was in deep thought.
… She felt so small in his embrace.
Peter cursed himself. To think he'd done something so horrible to her… and to think he was going to be a father…
Peter's mind was a jumbled mess.
"Peter…?" Gwen asked him in a small, soft voice.
"Hmm?" Peter hummed, feeling the sound vibrate against her head.
"… What are we going to do now?" She seemed to grow smaller.
"Don't worry… we'll figure something out." Peter said seriously. He, himself, had no experience with this stuff. So, his best bet was to figure something out. Together.
"Mmm." That's the only response she gave.
"So… are we good now? Gweneth?"
She immediately jolted up, her head smashing against his chin.
"Ouch!" she looked up at him with tear-filled eyes, rubbing her head and he started laughing.
"Don't call me that!" she yelled, punching him in the stomach.
"Oooof!" Peter grabbed his stomach. F-fuck! That really hurt!
He forgot that she was enhanced now.
"I'm s-sorry!" Gwen stuttered.
Peter just patted her head-to which she protested-before he cleaned his nose, which had blood on it. Quite a lot, actually.
So, he just wiped his lips, gave Gwen a quick peck on the lips, put her on the bed, and stood up.
"I'll go clean my nose." Saying so, he left the stunned Gwen behind and walked into the bathroom.
Gwen was stunned for a while before she raised her hands to touch her lips. She smiled lightly.
Guess they were back to normal?
She didn't know.
They hadn't even said anything related to what happened. Both shared a mutual understanding. Gwen wasn't even sure how it happened, but it just did. She just hoped he would treat her nicely.
There was still some fear in her, after all.
Peter came back.
"So, Miss. Stacy, mind telling me what really happened in Oscorp? And why you were there in the first place?" He asked her as he sat on her bed, and brought her between his legs.
Gwen was a bit startled but just leaned back into his chest as she started telling him everything. She let out everything she had felt, and what led her to where she was. And at the end, there was only one word that escaped Peter's lips.
"Damn."
"I'm just confused about one thing." Gwen mused, chewing on her lower lip.
"Um?"
"How did I get pregnant this quickly?"
"Well," Peter chuckled. "Super cum for a job well done."
Peter received an elbow in the gut for that, but he laughed it off.
"Hey, Peter?"
"Yes?" Peter responded, hugging her from behind. She seemed a bit uncomfortable at first, but then she just kind of melted in his embrace.
"You won't… leave me, will you?"
"God, no!" Peter shook his head firmly.
"Gwen Stacy, know this, I won't leave you. Ever." that might just be a lie on his part though… Peter knew how fucked up the world was going to be in a few years. and then there were the beings 14-15 years later… Peter sighed; he wasn't sure…
"Now…" Peter drawled. "Why don't you wear something? It's quite hard for little Peter down there." He said, moving a bit closer to press his erection against her bare back.
"Eeeep!" Gwen yelled, and immediately got away, storming into the bathroom while screaming: "Pervert!"
Peter just chuckled and laid back in bed.
He sighed as a system notification popped up.
[Ding!]
[A 'temporary' partner has changed into a 'permanent'!]
[Gwen Stacy-(17) (Human-Mutate) (Permanent)]
[Quest 'Make Her Your Own' complete!]
[Make Her Your Own]
You have ràped Gwen Stacy. Due to the circumstances, your relationship with her has sustained emotional damage. She will probably want to end ties with you. However, you do not want that. So, make her your own!
Objective: Change Gwen Stacy's partner status from [Temporary] to [Permanent].
Rewards: [Unlocked Inventory] [5000 SP]
Failure: you will lose her forever (she might even commit suicide). You will be reported to the police. Your reputation will be in shambles. Aunt May will hate you. Aunt May will suffer because of you. She will probably even commit suicide. Your chances of dying increase above 95%. Declining the quest will result in the same failure. So, think carefully.
Peter sighed, feeling relieved more than anything else.
He had accepted this quest back when it had appeared. Of course, he had, he didn't want anything written in the 'Failure' section happening now, did he?
According to his system, the 'Failure' of a quest was just a way to warn the user of the worst that could happen if the user didn't work towards preventing such a situation. It wasn't a 'punishment' forced on the user by the system, but a possible-certain even-turn of events if the situation is not resolved.
And Peter surely didn't want Gwen or Aunt May hating him, or worse, committing suicide.