Indeed, it was one of the best nights ever in Peter's life, and best of all, he had three girls cuddling with him under the blankets as he slowly woke up late in the morning, happily sore from all the pleasure, bearing love bites, handprints on his ass, and scratches on his back, glad that he was able to still dry grind against the girls as that's not lovemaking.
He smiled lovingly, looking at the slumbering form of Jean on his chest, at the lopsided form of Gwen on his left side, and at the purring form of Jasmine in her tiger girl persona on his right side. He sleepily relaxed before widening his eyes, and looked again to see Jasmine, and yep, she's in her tiger girl form.
It's true that Jafar is completely locked out of Jasmine's mindscape, heart, but it doesn't mean that his dark magic is...Almost all the dark magic has been driven out and destroyed, except in one spot, and that is within the damage internally of Jafar's scar on Jasmine. 12 hours human, 12 hours tiger girl form or tigress form.
Part of Peter wondered if he should wake her up and let her know about that... but she just looked so peaceful at that moment. And it wasn't like this was some huge emergency that needed to be dealt with immediately. Everything was fine at the moment even if Jasmine sadly wasn't fully human at the moment; and no one was coming to see her like this and blow the lid on the group's secrets.
Still, she was so cute like this sleeping, and Peter closed his eyes, listening to his girls' deep breaths, smiling, wanting more mornings like this, before his belly grumbled, piercing the air, and he stifled a groan, opening his eyes, seeing if the girls are waking up from the sound.
To his relief, the girls are still deeply asleep, and he slowly, slowly shuffled backwards, crawling into the back wall of the bed, and into the wall, and with a great leap, over the bed, and landing on the floor soundlessly and gracefully, still nude.
He watched his girls sleep for a minute longer with a smile before going to the bathroom, using the toilet, grabbing a robe, and went downstairs to the kitchen to do some breakfast microwave bowls, feeling that today is a lazy day.
With two trays to hold the breakfast bowls and the drinks, he headed back upstairs, smiling as the girls are still sleeping, and setting the trays down, he leaned down to kiss the girls passionately yet tenderly one by one.
Gwen, as usual, was the first one to be up with that sort of thing. Despite all the training for the few years since her alien powers started to activate, it would be hard to sneak up on her even with her deeply asleep, much less kissing her without her waking up.
Gwen opened her eyes, smiling at Peter, "Morning...", and Peter smiled back, "Morning...I brought breakfast for all of us...Hungry?".
"Hmm, I don't know...How about one more kiss before I eat?", Gwen teased, and Peter chuckled, kissing her tenderly, hearing Jean's voice, "Do I smell breakfast?", sleepily blinking her eyes open.
Peter chuckled as he and Gwen looked over to her, with Peter replying, "Yes, you do, Jean...Do you want a kiss again?", and Jean giggled, "I wouldn't mind one more kiss to wake up to.", before Peter leaned over to kiss her warmly.
Jean sighed contentedly as she smiled, now awake, "Where's my food?", and Peter chuckled, handing Jean and Gwen's breakfast bowls, laded by tablecloths so there'd be no heat hurting them at contact as they sat up against the pillows.
Jasmine twitched her nose as she smelled the steaming breakfasts as the others opened the lids, and sleepily groan, "Smells so good...Don't want to get up.", feeling the motions of the others vibrating through the bed.
Peter chuckled, whispering into her ear, "Not even for another round?", stroking her back, kissing her neck, not caring about the fur, and Jasmine smiled, "I swear you are getting sassy...".
"Well, you are my beautiful sassy princess, Jasmine, so I am definitely rubbing off on you...So, are you going to wake up and eat breakfast, if you want that extra round?", Peter teased as he squeezed her ass, stifling a moan as her tail twitched over his rod.
"I don't know... I still feel like I just want to sleep in.", Jasmine yawned as Peter chuckled. Probably had something to do with the cat side and all; fitting considering for almost six years she, more or less, played the part of a simple house cat.
Peter glanced at the others who were mildly surprised to see Jasmine in her tiger girl form, and they figured that Jasmine had instinctively changed when she wanted to cuddle Peter in her sleep.
Jean then smirked, taking a bite of her breakfast on her spoon, and fleeted it under Jasmine's nose that kept twitching, sniffing, and her belly grumbled, and she yawned, "No fair...", rubbing her eyes with her clawed hands before realizing and looked at her hands.
"Am I a tiger girl again?", Jasmine asked softly, and Gwen replied, "Afraid so. Don't cry, Jazz, we all knew that you were human all night and all. It's probably a remnant thing of the curse, and I bet you will be human again in no time.".
Jasmine sighed as she nodded, "Maybe...", with a hopeful smile. "Look, we'll give it some days or weeks then go back to Professor Xavier so he can take another look.", Jean suggested as Jasmine gave another nod. "Right now, I think we certainly should do a little bit of celebrating after all the recent events.".
Peter nodded, "That's right, starting with breakfast.", grabbing his and Jasmine's breakfast bowls, handing the second one to Jasmine.
The family celebrated their lazy day by listening to music, watching TV, cuddling, ravishing each other on the couch, in the four-person jacuzzi, and of course, in bed.
Days and weeks came and went, with the family discovering and adjusting to Jasmine's 12-hour human time and 12-hour tiger lady or tigress time in work, school, and personal life. Gwen, Jean, and Jasmine's superheroine outfits were all unique on their own way, and the people of the city were starting to admire them as much as Spider-Man, calling them by their alter-ego names.
First, of course, came Gwen with hers since she had mostly been fiddling with ideas for quite a few months; not long after dealing with Peter's. And it wasn't difficult for her since she didn't need as much work, thanks to her speed and strength practically rendering her almost invulnerable so there wasn't need for getting her hands on Kevlar or something of that sort.
Gwen got a red eye mask with white covers, able to see outside, but no one could see inside, and she wore her blonde hair in a ponytail, and the rest of her outfit; she has a medium sized dark red cape with gold lining and clips, most of her from neck to toe, is in dark blue, with gold accents, with a insignia in dark red, backgrounded in gold, saying 'S' for Supergirl, and her boots are dark red.
Breathable in heat, and insulated for extreme cold, somehow, Gwen's body and the sun itself had made the outfit almost indestructible in a way, that in extreme situations, the outfit might be cut and all, but otherwise, still wicked useful, and in a surprising twist, the cape is magical. Turns out her cape is the twin sister of Doctor Strange's Cape.
She honestly had no idea how that happened; maybe it was by chance or some sort of underlying connection or even perhaps Strange himself wanting to keep an eye on the new mysterious to him crimefighters, but of course, she was unaware of it at the moment.
There was also the issue considering that, more than likely, her father would quickly put things together: considering there was very few young female blondes flying around NYC...
Then there was Jean. She, like Gwen, has an eye mask with white to cover her eyes, bordered with black, her red hair in a ponytail, and from her neck to toe, is mostly dark gold, with a fire-red sun symbol on her chest, black accents, with fingerless fire-red gloves, and black boots.
Gwen made sure that it is made of Kevlar, spandex, and breathable fabric, and it works really well like Peter's outfits. And for Jasmine, she didn't need much as she has long, thick fur, but just to be safe, if by accident she turns into human when her timing is off in changing times, Gwen gave her a black with silver accents gym swimsuit, made of Kevlar, spandex, and breathable fabric, along with swim socks of sorts in black as well, with a tiger paw insignia on her chest, and of course, a breathable zipper hoodie mask.
Jean and Jasmine would need some time to practice in both their cases, especially Jasmine since she had only recently become human again and never had any sort of fighting experience. The thought of a pampered princess having to defend herself was inconceivable in Agrabah; the idea was that the royal guards could easily do that job for her, and she'd not have to worry. Times certainly changed and despite being treated like one by her lovers, the rest of the world would not see Jasmine as one; rather just another girl that walks the streets of the Big Apple.
But luckily, with the days and weeks passing, they got better and better in their training, and the city is seeing that the Spectacular Squad, working together as a team in situations and all, is truly helping in small and big ways, and heck, they clean up the messes up after themselves which is so wonderful to tell the city that they intend to be superheroes and superheroines in their own right.
After a patrol, with secret entrances and exits for the family, Gwen came home to the warehouse, smiling to see Jasmine doing some homework on the dining table, courtesy of Professor Xavier, and she caressed Jasmine's shoulders lovingly, "How is it going, Jazz?", kissing her on the neck.
"Almost done...Xavier is thinking that I'm at a mix between junior and senior levels of stuff. Are the others still out?", Jasmine replied with a hum, and Gwen chuckled, "Yeah, Peter's handling a mugging and Jean's helping out with a construction mishap.".
Jasmine asked, "How long?", and Gwen blinked, "Why do you ask?", and Jasmine sighed, looking over her shoulder at Gwen, "Your father called Jean's phone... He...he was very insistent, and well, he's here.", as Jean mentally communicates with the others during the patrols and such and leaves her phone here as it is distracting. Only Gwen and Peter use their phones, tucked away in their belts, but only on vibration, and she turned her phone off today while it was charging this morning, and forgot to turn it back on.
George knew that Jean found a place to live in since she proclaimed that she didn't want to increase the rent cost accidentally in his and Gwen's apartment, and George found her new address after talking to Ellen, and went to call Jean, but instead, found Jasmine, and asked questions if she knew Jean and Gwen, and now...
"Shit...", Gwen cursed. Her father was smart, she was surprised that it took so long. "How much do you think he knows?", she asked Jasmine as she shook her head. "No idea... but I wouldn't put it past him putting much of it all together already.", Jasmine admitted.
Gwen exhaled, "Where?", and Jasmine replied, "He's checking out the exercise room.", with a gesture of her head, and Gwen sighed, knowing what she meant. The exercise room is for training and keeping in shape on the rare times they are lazy, and it's 1/4 of the warehouse space, and it contains Peter and Gwen's very unique limits on gym equipment, and more of the normal gym equipment for Jasmine and Jean.
Jasmine kissed her on the lips, "Hey, he accepted you and Jean...This is way more, but he's a protective dad, Gwen...If you calmly explain, he'd be fine with you being a superheroine...And like you said a lot of times, he's smart.".
Gwen smiled, "I swear you are wise beyond your years, Jazz.", and Jasmine smiled, "I know. Go on...You got this.", and Gwen nodded, exhaling, "Should I take off the suit?".
Jasmine shrugged, "That's up to you, Gwen, and sure, you can change clothes in a flash and all, but well, if he is putting things together already from observation and being here, you can't put it off any longer.".
"I'll change... just to not give away in the remote chance he doesn't." Gwen said as Jasmine nodded. It was a long shot, but one would never know. Gwen quickly got herself back into normal clothes before she headed to where George was waiting.
"Dad?", Gwen got his attention as she walked in. "Nice place you've got here, Gwen...", George sighed as he glanced around. "I assume this is related to that professor guy that Jean's mentioned. How you are able to even have this place?".
Gwen nodded, "Yeah, more or less...Jean wanted to be responsible, you know, for proof...since her dad...Either way, we have signed to be living occupants including Jasmine.". George asked, "Does that also include Peter too?".
There was a pause as George took another deep breath, "I know he's here... or that at least he hangs around a lot here...". Gwen sighed. "Yeah... it includes Peter.", Gwen admitted. "Please, Dad, don't be upset...".
"Look, I try to be a good father, so forgive me if I go a bit overprotective with some things... but I know Peter well enough that he's fairly on the level... if it was anyone else, I'd have to put my foot down.", George said firmly.
Gwen looked relieved, and George gave a small smile, "Jasmine seems to be a fine woman as well...Is she bi as well?".
"Yes, sir...We all love each other, Dad, and we are being responsible.", Gwen responded, and George nodded, "I can see the truth in your eyes, Gwen. And as the captain of the precinct, I have to know the laws of the city, and I know the age of consent which is 17. Since Jean and Jasmine is clearly over 17, and Peter's birthday is some days before Christmas, turning him 17.".
Gwen sighed deeply, "You're telling me no, because I only got a month and some after his birthday, to turn 17...", and George replied with a sad smile, "I can see that you want to make Peter happy...so, I'm giving you permission, just once that day, and then after your birthday, you can then do it anytime.".
Gwen gasped, "R-really?", and George nodded, "I know your body is pretty much indestructible and different, but you must promise me that you'll take protection, or asking him to...pull out, even if it makes me uncomfortable to say.".
Gwen blushed. "Yeah, we're all making sure that doesn't happen so soon... Jean and I... we're going to wait some years before we even come around the idea of being mothers... now whether that's through Peter or we just adopt... that's a conversation for another day.", she said as George gave a small nod.
"I see... well, then I guess I got another question then... this whole Supergirl thing... this really something you're wanting?", he asked as Gwen was a bit... tongue-tied to give an answer. "Come on, Gwen... I knew it was you from the first moment I saw Supergirl. Sure, the mask certainly keeps a good job of hiding you, God knows how many blondes are in this city but...".
"Pretty easy to figure out considering you know I can fly...", Gwen blushed again. "And the emblem...", George pointed to her chest. "You think I'd forget that symbol? The one that was on the cloth that you were wrapped up in when I found you.".
Gwen blinked in surprise, "Huh, I should have known...I somehow had a memory of it in my dreams from so long ago...It was sad, yet the symbol was so clear in that memory, well, as far as I could tell in the dream.".
George smiled, "Well, it suits you rather well, and since you're a member of the Spectacular Squad, I presume that Peter is Spiderman, that Jean is either Solaris or Shadow Claw, and vice versa for Jasmine...".
"Jean's Solaris.", Gwen clarified. "But... this all really got started because of Peter... and that day at Oscorp when that genetically engineered or whatever they were calling it, spider, bit him.", with a nod.
"Explains the hell of a growth spurt he had then.", George said. Gwen chuckled, "Yeah. Took some time for him to get used to everything, but now he's all self-confident and more comfortable in his body, yet he's still the humble, shy, nervous, and compassionate man he is.".
"That's good. I guess I was a bit worried maybe the change would sort of turn him into someone like that Flash douche you've told me about.", George nodded. "Truth be told, Dad... I was a bit worried about that too at one point.", Gwen replied.