Jasmine replied, "One thing for sure, they got my powers for being kitten-children, but yeah, I think they will possibly start to change to being human in due time when they are able to get stronger...After all, they're essentially newborn in a way for the past two weeks...", with a smile.
Jean nodded, "True, and since they are already opening their ears, they will be bound to open their eyes sooner or later. And since they are technically part mutant, maybe it's a different power for them when they reach teenage age like I did...After all, mutant genes are either random or specifically selected.", remembering Professor Xavier's lessons.
Jasmine smiled and kissed her on the cheek, "Indeed.", before noticing little Dariya waking up, sniffing and cried out for her mother, and Jasmine purred warmly, "Over here, darling, Mama's here.", and Dariya squeaked, crawling and tumbling, trying to pinpoint to Jasmine's purrs and voice before finding her belly and began suckling a teat.
Jean chuckled, "Riya is definitely Peter's daughter. She probably has a bigger appetite than her siblings.", and Jasmine smiled, "And I'm lucky to have four teats for all of them...", finished eating her fish jerky, drinking her water bottle, and curled around to lick Dariya's back, purring softly, "That's right, darling, drink up.", before hearing other cries and squeaks.
The other three stumbled, wrestled, gnawed at each other as they attempted to race each other despite blind for the time being, and made it to Jasmine's belly, wiggling and pushing as they found their favorite spots and suckled the other teats.
Jean laughed warmly, "Let me guess, she's also the natural leader of the litter.", and Jasmine smiled with a chuckle, "Actually, that is Ace. He just gets motivated when Dariya sounds the alert for mealtime.", licking Ace's head lovingly, and then nuzzled Rahim and Biva warmly, purring softly.
Jean smiled in awe and love, adoring her incredible princess, looking so beautiful as a mother, and she knew that Jasmine's heart, soul, and mind is finally healed at last, inside and outside.
Several minutes later, the litter finished drinking, and went to play, squeaking and purring and mewing, and eventually, they got tired of it, soon snoozing away, with two into a huddle, one against a stuffed animal, and one against Jasmine's chest, on one of her paw-hands.
Jasmine smiled, licking Rahim's back gently, "You are sure a mommy's boy, huh?", and Rahim gave a purr in contentment, rolling over, and Jasmine chuckled, "And you love baths too...You are very much opposed to Simba in the Lion King...", cleaning his belly as he purred, and then Jasmine chuckled, tickling her nose and whiskers into his belly as he squeaked in delight, almost giggling, wanting to see his mama's face, fluttering his eyes a bit at a time before blinking and squealed happily.
"Rahim...you opened your eyes! Jean, look at our son...", Jasmine gasped in awe as Rahim's eyes are vibrant dark green orbs with a hint of light brown.
"Rahim...", Jean whispered as she was fighting off the urge to grab him and squeeze him like a little stuffed animal with just how cute and adorable how she was finding her son to be, "God, Jasmine... he's just so perfect...".
Rahim squealed happily as he pawed at Jasmine and Jean's fingers, and he mewed, seeing that his mama, his mom is both really pretty and so warm and safe. Jasmine smiled, "That's right, Mama and Mom are here...you're home, my Rahim, my little heart of my life...", kissing him on the forehead, and Jean took her turn doing the same.
Indeed, that day was full of happy surprises when Peter, Gwen came home from patrol, and the other three opened their eyes over the next several hours, with Dariya revealing to have dark chocolate eyes, Biva revealing to have dark blue eyes, and Ace, he was the biggest revealer when he opened his eyes. His right eye is hazel, and his left eye is amber with speckles of blue.
"Guess it makes sense...", Gwen admitted when first seeing Ace, "After all, considering the fact that he's apparently a combination of all of us rather than the other three having each one of us as half the gene donation.".
Peter nodded, "True, but we'll protect him from naysayers about his looks and such for he's perfect to me, to all of us...", smiling softly as Ace attempted to pin Biva, giving out a squeaky mini roar.
Jean smiled, "All of them are perfect...", as Rahim and Dariya were suckling again, and Jasmine purred warmly, "And they are all ours...", in love with her beautiful miracles. The others agreed, smiling in unison, kissing Jasmine on the cheeks and lips.
One more week passed, and the litter got stronger, more vocal, more stubborn, and more adventurous yet still struggling to walk properly as they stumbled, growing some tiny milk teeth which pinched Jasmine at first, but eventually got used to it as they kept suckling a lot of the time, and slept a lot of the time, lasting longer than before as Jasmine was able to have longer showers and more free time to read books and watch some TV, and if they're hungry, Peter was smart to get a baby radio monitor for several places including the master bedroom.
Peter smiled as he checked on the slumbering litter in the second bedroom and kissed his children good night gently on the forehead, and left the room, closing the door, unknowing that the door didn't lock properly on his motion to lock it, placing his backpack across the hallway near the master bedroom so he couldn't forget about his summer homework. He decided to see if he does some summer homework, he might get to be a senior instead of a junior for the new school year.
He came in, looking at Jasmine reading a book while eating some snacks, and smiled, "Hey, my princess. Taking the time to chill before they get hungry again, huh?".
Jasmine chuckled, "Yep. You're heading home to the house?", and Peter nodded, "Yeah, been a long patrol, and it's getting late. I may be getting close to turning 18, but since this is July, I'm still under their charge...and I don't want to be grounded.".
"Well, can you spare a few minutes to give me a quickie?", Jasmine purred lightly as she shifted back to human, nude, and Peter chuckled, "Fingers or lips?". Jasmine raised an eyebrow in coyness, and Peter grinned, "Both, then.", climbing into the bed.
"Heh... it has been a while since we've done this...", Peter chuckled as she blushed. "Well, I blame that on motherhood for the most part... but I think we've managed to get to the point that the litter will give us the time to at least do something.", Jasmine said as Peter nodded before he started to kiss her bare skin.
Jasmine moaned in pleasure, "Oh, yes, Peter!", feeling his lips ravish her bare skin as his fingers slowly brushed along her legs, sending shivers down her spine, and Peter smiled against her skin before kissing her lower and lower as his fingers danced sensually across her bundle of nerves.
"Oh, please, Peter! Don't stop!", Jasmine cried out in pleasure, and Peter kept going, rubbing her bundle of nerves, the couple unknowingly of what's happening over in the other room.
While the two were making quick love, Dariya decided to go on a bit of an exploration, especially when the scent of something sweet had caught her nostrils. It smelt familiar as she found herself crawling towards her father's backpack which he had some stuff in that he would carry around somedays.
She had a long nap with her siblings, and she managed to crawl out of the nest-enclosure with her hands and feet activating somehow with wall-crawling powers of her father, and she sniffed, stumbling and rolling, incredibly not waking up her siblings as she followed the sweet scent, almost smelling like her mama's milk, but more sweeter, managing to come out from the door, with her foot touching the door, closing it with a click as she crawled forward, across the hallway, hungry as the scent got stronger, and sniffed as she leaned against the backpack, finding that the sweet scent is inside.
She activated that little power, and crawled up and over, nosing the flap, and gave a meow in success as she found it, getting inside, and ignored Peter's civilian clothes as she searched before finding the source of the sweet smell, smiling in delight as it was one of those shiny gray drink bags Peter often drank, and licked the hole that's slightly open, and purred happily as she curled up on her back, with her hand-paws and feet holding the drink, tipping it over into her mouth, and she meowed in surprise as she drank yet making a mess as the drink tipped over, making her fur sticky and all.
She drank as much as she could before yawning, tired from the brief adventure and went to clean her paw-hands and sides and belly as best as she could, too small to reach her back or tail before falling asleep from exhaustion of cleaning herself and to the calming scent of her father's clothes, curling up in them, still sticky yet she's warm and safe as much as she knew.
Meanwhile, Jasmine shouted in pleasure, "Yes, yes, Peter, I'm so close!", as Peter pumped his fingers fast and hard as he is kissing her breasts passionately, and he grinned, "Tell me that you are my princess, Jasmine. Tell me what you want.".
"Peter, please!", Jasmine cried as she was already on the verge of an orgasm; her body knowing probably how little time they would get for this and was making sure that it wouldn't go to waste. "Please, Peter, I'm your princess!", she cried out.
Peter went to lick her nipple as he pumped faster into her, and a minute later, Jasmine shouted in pleasure as she came, "Peter!", the ecstasy high sending her into oblivion as she was kissed deeply on the lips.
"Yes, you are my gorgeous princess, my beautiful Jasmine...", Peter smiled lovingly as he caressed her warmly, his fingers freed from her warm, wet vagina, "And don't worry, one of those days, I will make you scream to the skies when I claim you without our kids in the house. The girls would think of something to distract them.".
Jasmine airily spoke, "I'm keeping you to that, Peter...", smiling as she recovered slowly from the high as it has been ages, and Peter nodded, "I don't doubt that.", with a chuckle before he went to the master bathroom to wash up, and put on his gloves and gave Jasmine another kiss, "I love you, Jasmine. Good night, and dream of me.", before putting on his mask.
"I love you too, Peter. Swing safely home.", Jasmine smiled, and Peter nodded, and headed out of the bedroom, picking up his flap backpack, feeling practically nothing from the weight of the addition in the backpack, and he locked it up, unknowing that he'd be so grateful that the sides of the flap were able to give fresh air to Dariya as she slept.
He exited one of his usual hero entrances, checking the coast, and then started to swing home, lasting for the normal 20 minutes travel, unknowing of the soon frantic search by Jasmine.
"Where is she?!", Jasmine was practically screaming as she was desperately trying to find her daughter. She couldn't smell her with her heightened senses anymore... it was like she up and vanished and Jasmine practically was going crazy with fear and worry. "Oh, Peter... Gwen... Jean... why do you all have to not be here of all nights?!".
Jasmine, having recovered from her ecstasy high the past several minutes, went to shift back into her tiger lady form, concerned as she hadn't heard Dariya's usual bellringer call for mealtime on the monitor after she washed up in the bathroom, doing her business, and went across the hall to the other room, opening the door, going into the nest-enclosure to check on her children, counting them before realizing that her first daughter is missing.
She frantically is searching for her, calling her, "Dariya, Riya, please answer me!", glad that the stairs are blocked by a completely baby screen, with the rails covered in soft covers, and she searched through the hall bathroom, the master bedroom, the master bathroom, and even the walls and ceilings in case if her daughter suddenly got spider powers, but nothing!
She grabbed her phone, calling Peter, praying that he saw Dariya between the time she had pleasure with him to the time he left, tears falling, "Please, by Allah, pick up!".
Meanwhile, Peter can hear his cell phone ringing in his belt in his latest swing as he is almost home, and watching the coast again, he landed on a tree branch, settling his flap backpack against the trunk, and took out his phone, seeing Jasmine's number, and picked the call, "Hey, Jasmine, I-", and Jasmine's voice sobbed out, "Peter, Dariya's gone!".
Peter nearly fell out of the tree upon hearing that news. "What!?", Peter shouted before he quickly covered his mouth as he tried not to get the attention of anyone nearby.
"She's gone! I can't find her anywhere!", Jasmine was already starting to cry with worry at the thought of losing one of her children.
"Okay, take a deep breath, Jasmine... maybe she's nearby... maybe she's hiding some-", Peter suddenly came to a stop with his words when he could've sworn that he heard a familiar noise from his backpack.
Peter blinked as he unlocked the latch on his flap backpack, and Dariya popped up, smiling at him, having been woken up by her father's voice, not knowing what she had done, and Peter gave a laugh in relief, "Jasmine, Dariya's okay! She's hitchhiking in my backpack!", shaking his head, "Young lady, you gave your mother a near heart attack!", as he held his phone to his ear as he gently picked her up out of the backpack.
"Is she alright?!", Jasmine nearly sobbed in relief, and Peter replied, "She's unscathed, Jasmine...She...oh, lord, she got sticky from drinking one of my Capri sun drinks...You need a bath, young lady!", as Dariya giggled, mewing and squeaking as she purred in her father's hold in his arms.
Jasmine replied, "Oh, thank Allah...She followed her nose out somehow...", and Peter replied, "Don't worry, Jasmine, I'll bring her home after her bath and someway to give her some substitute milk to sate her without being really hungry for a bit longer until she's back on your belly.".
Dariya squeaked happily and mewed hungrily at the mention of milk, and Peter shook his head with a chuckle, "You are my daughter, alright.", as Jasmine replied, "Bring her home safely, please, Peter. Oh, sheesh, the others heard Dariya somehow, and now they're hungry. I gotta go, and I will keep the phone nearby.".
Peter nodded, "You do that, and I'll be home with this rascal of a troublemaker lady soon. Love you.", before ending the call, and looked at her, "You are so darn lucky that tonight is a warm night and that my backpack is unique...You really slept all this time...Let's get you cleaned up, Dariya Parker. Oh, sheesh, we need a middle name for you really soon if we need to call you out.".
Dariya kept mewing hungrily and smiling innocently, and Peter chuckled, keeping a secure hold on her as he lugged his backpack back on, and pocketed his phone, carefully and quietly making it to his house, landing on the back door, and unlocked the door, and closed it, heading to the kitchen, "Thank god that it's late and the folks are asleep, otherwise I'd be in more trouble than you are, young lady...You nearly gave me a heart attack too...Jasmine is going to be helicopter hovering for a while with you, Riya...".
Peter sighed as Dariya gave off the slight look that she was disappointed in herself, "It's okay... you were just curious. My fault for leaving my backpack open like that... man, you are extremely light, you know that?". He chuckled, "Now then... let's get you cleaned up and then we'll head back to Mama, okay?".
Peter chuckled, taking his mask off, and Dariya squealed even happier, reaching for him, and Peter looked at her, "Uh-uh, don't you dare, young lady, don't butter me up. I love you, but my suit is already sticky thanks to you...I swear, your appetite is going to land you in either fame or trouble... I don't know if you can do competitive food eating, but that'd be something.", with a chuckle as he fondly rubbed her ears.
Dariya giggled, mewing as Peter searched for whatever that can fit his daughter, "I know the kitchen sink would more than fit you, but I don't want to make you sick from the bacteria and all, and besides, you can't swim yet. Where is that washing basin? I swore Aunt May had it somewhere around here.".
"Bottom cabinet to your right, Peter.", Uncle Ben's voice replied, and Peter naturally replied, "Thanks, Uncle Ben.", before widening his eyes, and turning around to face his folks, instinctively holding his daughter from harm's way...Why didn't his Spider Sense warn him?
Peter was honestly at a loss about what to do at the moment; by all accounts, this was really him caught with his pants down in a matter of speaking. He was holding his daughter and still in his suit, aside from having the mask off.
Dariya blinked at the strangers, sniffing and her ears perked up at the familiarity of her father's scent on those strangers, almost the same scent of family, and she purred, giggling.