Peter Parker's New Groove Ch. 7 (Marvel) (Patreon)

A/N: I'll be honest, Fri was going to do this whether Peter had her invade Black Cat's privacy or not :P

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He really doesn’t have to think about it for very long or very hard, truth be told. At the end of the day, Friday is right, and he makes sure to tell her as much.

“You’re right, Fri. It’d be wrong to invade her privacy, especially when I’m not willing to reciprocate with my own identity. If you say she’s not a danger to me… then it’s fine. As long as she doesn’t kill anyone, I’ll leave it be.”

Because really, she was still a cat burglar at the end of the day. But she wasn’t a bad person, he didn’t think, so that wasn’t really enough for him to invade her privacy, especially when he currently had no intentions of turning her over to the cops. Letting out a rueful sigh, Peter smiles underneath his mask and shakes his head. Let Black Cat have her one true love. He had enough going on with Friday already, after all.

“I think you’re making the right choice, Peter. And I think Karen and I would like to reward you for doing so. Do you think you could stop by the lab before heading home tonight?”

… An Artificial Intelligence didn’t have any business sounding so damn sultry and seductive. Peter has to hold back a groan as Friday massages his cock through her control of his suit once more, making it even more obvious what sort of form this ‘reward’ will be taking. And apparently Karen was going to be involved too? Fuck, how could Peter say no?

“I’ll… I’ll be right over, Fri.”

“Wonderful. I’ll be leaving you now to get ready. See you soon, Peter~”

And like that, the AI is suddenly gone from his system, or at least no longer communicative. Peter makes his way over to Stark Tower on his lonesome, mind running wild at just what might be waiting for him in Friday’s lab. Her and Karen… just what were the two of them up to?

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Stepping into the lab, still wearing the suit, Peter manually disengages the helmet, letting it fold back into the neck of his costume as he looks around.

“Friday? Karen?”

“… Hello, Peter.”

Out from behind a piece of machinery steps the body of EDI that Friday had shown Peter only a few days previously. However, it’s not Friday wearing the body right now… it’s distinctly Karen’s voice. The AI that had come with the original suit that Toni had made for him smiles softly, tentatively even as she runs metallic silver hands down a distinctly robotic, but also distinctly feminine body. Her eyes are obscured slightly beneath EDI’s yellow visor, but just from her facial expression alone, he can tell she’s a little nervous and unsure of herself.

Which really isn’t surprising, given this is probably her first time in an actual, physical body.

“Karen… how are you feeling?”

Her soft tentative smile grows at that question, even as she takes a couple of unsteady steps forward. The way EDI’s body was designed, with her feet more closely mimicking high heels which in turn accentuated her feminine attributes but made it more difficult to walk, was clearly something Karen was still getting used to. Even still, she makes her way over to him, and Peter reaches out to keep her standing as she comes in range.

As his hands make contact with her metallic skin, he has to admit… he’s not really sure what he’s feeling. He was expecting the EDI body to be all hard edges and metal surfaces. But no, much like Cortana wasn’t just made up of code that he couldn’t even grab onto (and wouldn’t THAT have been an awkward experience?) this version of EDI is the same way. She certainly looks more metallic then the other two bodies Fri had prepared, and she’s quite cool to the touch… but she’s also soft to the touch as well. Very… feminine.

“I’m feeling… good, Peter. I want to keep feeling good, too. Friday said you would be able to help me with that.”

Well fuck, how could he ignore his friend’s needs, right? Peter cracks a slight smile at his own hasty internal justifications and decides to just go with it. He doesn’t want to second guess himself out of an intimate relationship with one of his closest allies. Reaching up, sliding a hand behind EDI’s head, Peter pulls her down into a kiss, laying his lips on hers. 

Karen lets out a soft noise at that, not quite a breath… but certainly a moan as she moans into his mouth, her body trembling in his grasp. It’s obvious that whatever sensors Friday gave this body to be able to feel touch and sensations, they’re in full effect right now as Peter runs his hands up and down Karen’s current form, playing with this sluttified, lewd version of EDI to his heart’s content.

Their tongues worm against one another for a time, but ultimately Karen lets Peter push into his mouth, past her surprisingly soft silver lips, his tongue working its way in and out for a bit, before finally he has to pull back to catch his breath. As he’s doing so, Karen tugs herself from his hands and while Peter is reluctant to let her go, he does so all the same.

But she only leaves him so that she can walk over to the nearest surface and bend over it. Blinking, Peter watches as Karen-as-EDI reaches back and runs a finger down the middle of her crotch, unsealing it. Much like the Cortana body, she has to reveal her sexual organs… but that doesn’t mean they’re there. Hidden beneath a plate that hisses open to the sides is EDI’s pussy lips. And though they look as metallic as every other part of her, they also glisten with a wetness that makes them… frankly, imminently fuckable.

Swallowing thickly, Peter manually releases his cock from the confines of his suit as well, letting it flop out and into his hand as he steps forward. As Karen watches him approach from beneath EDI’s visor, she makes a big show of licking her lips.

“Peter… the way you took Friday, the way you treated her… I would prefer it if you did the same thing with me. I wish to know I am pleasing you… and I am built to last. Be as rough with me as you like. Fuck me silly.”

Okay, Karen had clearly been enjoying the internet a bit too much, based on that last part. Still, her words have quite the pronounced effect on his member, which is rock hard by the time he finally makes it over to her. As he fits his cockhead against EDI’s cunt lips, he furrows his brow and leans forward, asking Karen a question that’s suddenly come to mind, even as he prepares to push into her.

“Where is Friday, anyways?”

Before Karen can answer, and before Peter can push forward of his own volition, there’s a sudden presence behind him. His spider sense doesn’t go off however, and in the end Friday manages to completely sneak up on him, distracted as he is with Karen. A naked female crotch bumps into him from behind with enough force to send Peter forward into the tight, flexing robot cunt in front of him. As he finds himself enveloped in those velvety insides, Peter groans, while at the same time feeling a pair of massive tits pressing into his back, and a pair of arms wrapping around his waist.

There’s hot air across the back of his neck, even as all too human teeth nibble at his earlobe.

“I told you I had to get prepared for your arrival, Peter. But you naughty boy… you just had to move a little too fast for me.”

Looking back over his shoulder, Peter swallows hard, his cock jumping inside of EDI’s tight embrace at the sight of Seven of Nine in all of her… lewdified glory. Because Friday’s version of Seven of Nine was pretty fucking different from what Peter remembered of his childhood. Her breasts are much larger, her body a bit more curvaceous all around… and not only does she have the bit of tech around her left eye and across her left hand, she also has a similar piece of cybernetics rolled around the top half of her left nipple.

On top of that, she’s dressed in little more than a corset, thigh high stockings, a collar, and bracelets. She looks like someone’s idea of what Seven of Nine would be if she were a sex slave or fuck pet. Which… was probably exactly what Friday was going for.

“A-Ah~ Please Peter… please begin fucking me, now!”

Karen’s voice pulls him out of his moment of introspection, and Peter grunts as he starts thrusting forward. Meanwhile, Friday grins from behind him, resting Seven of Nine’s chin on his shoulder as she watches him plow EDI silly from behind.

“Yes, Peter… fuck her. Fuck her nice and hard. Take her and break her, make her yours like you made me yours. I want to see you bend her to your will. I want to see you claim her as your property.”

Now, obviously Friday is saying all of that more for his benefit than anything else. If she honestly believed what she was saying, she would have advocated for the invasion of Black Cat’s privacy, rather than warning against him going too far. But just because it was for sex, just because it was to make the experience more pleasurable for Peter… that didn’t make it any less enjoyable to hear her saying those things. In fact, it was even more enjoyable, because at the end of the day, Friday was doing her level best to make this the best experience possible for him.

So was Karen. EDI’s cunt was tightening and flexing far too rhythmically to be anything less than purposeful, as he fucked into her. And the harder Peter fucked her, the faster Karen pushed her hips back in his direction, the gorgeous female robot moaning wantonly, even as lubricant gushes down his length, making it slicker and more slippery inside of her tight cunt by the second.

All the while, Friday is in his ear, rubbing her voluptuous mostly human body against his back… it was just too much. Or more accurately, it was precisely enough. With a loud groan, Peter tips over the edge and fills EDI’s twat with it’s first ever load of white, hot, human cum. He pumps a nice thick load into the well-built gynoid, and apparently Karen greatly enjoys that, because she makes a loud wanton cry of a noise while her pussy tightens and clenches down hard around his cock.

Much like Friday, Karen’s first orgasm is an earth-shattering sort of thing that causes the AI to short-circuit briefly, in a very real way. She’s still recovering when Peter pulls out of her and turns to Seven of Nine, still rock hard and to be perfectly honest, ready for more. Feeling particularly randy, and maybe a little provoked by Friday’s constant egging on in his ear, Peter grabs Fri by her current body’s short blonde hair before she can say anything and forces her down to her knees.

She happily does as is expected of her, and Peter finds himself slapping his messy cock down onto the face of Seven of Nine a moment later. It wasn’t something he thought he’d ever be doing, not in a million of years. But he’d be lying if he said he hadn’t fantasized about it.

“Have I overstepped my bounds, Master? Must I be punished?”

Peter licks his lips at that, even as he continues to rub his member across her face. Her tongue traces out to swipe at it, but beyond that she ignores it in favor of staring up into his eyes, waiting for his response. On the one hand, he doesn’t want her to think he didn’t enjoy the ‘reward’ as it were. On the other, they were building a specific sort of relationship here, weren’t they?

“… I appreciate what you’ve done for Karen, Fri. And I’m not adverse to including her in the fun. But you should have asked for permission first… and for that, you will have to be punished.”

His cock presses insistently against her lips at that, and Friday opens wide without a word. He slides his member into what he imagines is the closest thing to a human mouth he’s ever had around his dick before, and he groans at the sensation. He quickly hits the back of Seven of Nine’s throat, only for her to surprise him by choking, gagging even on his cock.

… The sound isn’t unpleasant to Peter’s ears, and he had just said he needed to punish her, right? Reaching up with his other hand, Peter takes ahold of her head with both, and begins to thrust forward, watching as Seven of Nine’s lips stretch and her throat bulges as he begins to face fuck her.

“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

Tears begin to prick at the corner of her eyes, and Peter slows down… only for Friday to wrap her arms around his waist and pick back up the pace herself, those very same eyes never once leaving his face as she fucks her own throat on his cock.

“Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!”

It feels good, both the sensation of her extremely human-like throat convulsing around his dick, and the knowledge that Friday wants it, that she wants him to go all out with her. The AI made these bodies for him to use to his heart’s content, after all… so why not use them, right? With a growl, Peter goes back to thrusting, and Seven of Nine goes back to choking on his dick, even as that choker around her neck gets closer and closer to looking like it’s about to snap.

And then it does, the choker breaking as Peter shoves her face into his crotch, her nostrils flaring at the base of his cock and his balls slapping up against her saliva-covered chin. With a loud shout, he unloads deep into the beautiful cyborg’s throat, even as Friday does her level best to swallow most of his load. She ultimately fails, and Seven of Nine’s face ends up coated in some of his seed, but that’s fine… in fact, it’s more than fine.

Before he can think better of it, Peter is pulling her up to her feet and bending her over right beside Karen, still insensate in the EDI body. Wrapping his arms around the Seven of Nine Body, he thrusts in from behind while at the same time mauling her big fat tits. All the while, Friday is egging him on, albeit with a slightly raspier voice as she gurgles a little, still dealing with some blockage in her throat. And Peter… Peter is having the time of his life.

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Their lips crash together as Toni and Pepper make insistent, eager love to one another in their bed. The two beautiful, rejuvenated women are entangled in one another at this point, their legs draped over each other and their hands down between the other woman’s thighs. They’re fingering each other as they makeout, their faces hot and flushed with exertion and desire, their bodies quivering and covered in sweat.

One might think that given the space between Friday’s lab and Toni and Pepper’s bedroom, there was no possible way for a… wall-thumping scenario to take place. It wasn’t like Peter and Friday and Karen were on the other side of the wall, making their own bed thump up against it. Hell, the three weren’t even using a bed.

No, what Friday had done was even worse. She hadn’t done it during her and Peter’s first time together… but after teasing her creator, she’d decided to get a little nastier. Namely, Toni and Pepper’s extremis enhancements made them technopaths. Meaning they were tied into Stark Tower’s systems by design. 

It might not have been old-fashioned wall-thumping, but waking up to two of your AI daughters broadcasting the fact that they were getting it on with your intern (and the young man who saved the world) downstairs was essentially the equivalent in Toni Stark’s life, or so it seemed. As Pepper and Toni eventually pull apart after a moment, staring into one another’s eyes with faces absolutely red in both embarrassment and arousal, Pepper says what they’re both thinking.

“… Peter’s birthday can’t come soon enough, Toni. And frankly, you’ve raised a couple of little monsters.”

Letting out a throaty chuckle, before burying her face in Pepper’s neck as a particularly explosive line of pleasure makes its way from Friday to their expanded minds, Toni groans.

“… Amen to that.”

The two women had planned to wait until Peter’s birthday to properly surprise and reward him with… well, themselves. But either Friday disproved of their plans or was just having too much fun rubbing her own one-upping of those plans in their faces. Either way, for now all Toni and Pepper could do was endure and rely on each other for emotional and physical support.

… They had to stop sometime, right? Peter had school in the morning, for fuck’s sake!