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ninhjimmy007 · 26 Dec 2025 -
Witchblade loves to have Peter around as she(s) kisses, cuddles, and makes love with him. Peter/Spidey is so confused. Then she shifts into a black woman and explains about the Witchblade.
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The platinum blonde with my wife’s body—or rather, the Witchblade’s body that was my wife—grinned up at me, her ice-blue eyes sparkling with a mischief that was all her own, yet entirely not Mary Jane’s. Her legs, now longer and powerfully sculpted, wrapped around my waist, locking me in place.
“Cat got your tongue, web-slinger?” she purred, her voice a low, smoky thing that vibrated through my very bones. “Or are you just enjoying the view?”
“I—uh—the view is… very… panoramic,” I stammered, my brain firing in a dozen different directions, none of them helpful. My Spider-Sense was quiet, humming with a strange, contented buzz instead of its usual warning shriek. The entity wrapped around my wife… it liked me. It really liked me.
She laughed, a throaty, confident sound, and pulled me down into a deep, searching kiss. It was different from MJ’s passionate, familiar kisses or Sara’s tender ones. This was bold, hungry, a kiss that demanded and took. And my traitorous body responded eagerly.
We moved together again, the bizarre, surreal dance continuing. Her armored hands—sleek and silver—traced patterns on my back, somehow feeling both cool and warm at the same time.
“The Witchblade… it sings for you,” she murmured against my lips between breaths. “It has known many warriors, many lovers… but none who balance power and heart like you. It wants to be near you. It craves you.”
“It… does?” I panted, my hips moving on autopilot. “Is that why it’s throwing a magical costume party in our bedroom?”
Before she could answer, the familiar golden light enveloped her again. I watched, mesmerized and horrified, as her features flowed and reformed. The platinum hair receded, replaced by a stunning crown of tight, dark curls. Her skin deepened to a rich, beautiful mahogany. Her eyes, now a warm, intelligent brown, blinked open. Her face was new, regal and strong, with a smile that was both gentle and knowing.
“Hello, Peter,” this new woman said, her voice a melodic, soothing alto. It was the most calming of the voices so far.
“Okay, seriously, who are you now?” I asked, my thrusts slowing to a stop. I was buried inside a stranger who held the consciousness of my wife, and my sanity was clinging by a thread.
She reached up and cupped my cheek. The gesture was so inherently MJ that my heart ached. “I am one of …
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She cooks better now. She's friendlier, too. Much friendlier. And there's something purple living in her that's been sealed in a box for a thousand years and is very, very bored.
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“Eleven copper,” she said.
“The posting said fifteen.”
“The farmer docked you four. For the hat.”
“The goat ate my hat.”
“He says it gave her a stomachache.”
The farmer told us she was a very special goat. He made us walk ten steps behind her the whole way so she wouldn't get nervous. She was not nervous. She ate my hat, and then, apparently, she charged me for it.
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