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Chapter Fifteen: Rock the Cradle of Love

Peter Parker swung through the city like his life depended on it. Because, let's face it, it did. His pregnant science teacher, Kim Basinger, was in labor, and a murderous female symbiote was hell-bent on getting to her first. Just another day in the life of Spider-Man.

Landing discreetly on the hospital rooftop, Peter slipped into the building and changed into his civilian clothes. He knew the sight of a superhero strolling into the maternity ward might raise some questions. Finding Kim's room, he cautiously opened the door just as she let out a final, guttural scream of childbirth.

The doctor held up the newborn, but Peter's jaw dropped. The baby was wrapped in what looked like a shimmering, web-like placenta.

"Oh no," Peter whispered, his palms sweating. "Oh, no no no."

Kim glanced at him weakly, managing a smile. "Peter... you made it..."

Peter felt like he was going to pass out. That's my kid. That's my kid?!

Before he could say anything, a hand grabbed his shoulder, pulling him into the next room, and then spun him around.

"What did you do to me, Parker?" Felicia Hardy hissed, her emerald cat eyes blazing.

Peter blinked at the sight of her very pregnant belly. "Wait, Felicia? What are you—how are you—?"

"Twins!" she snapped. "I'm having twins, Peter! Two mini-spiders, thanks to you!" she exclaimed, shoving him back out into the hallway.

Peter's brain short-circuited. "Twins?" he bellowed. Then he thought about it for a second. "Oh… uh… that actually makes sense… Since we had sex twice and all."

Felicia's face turned beet red. "You are unbelievable. Who even counts that stuff?!"

Before Peter could dig himself a deeper hole, he noticed a nurse in the hallway—a buxom blonde in a Halloween-style "sexy nurse" outfit that barely qualified as professional.

"Felicia," Peter whispered, "does that nurse look… unusual to you?"

Felicia rolled her eyes. "Relax, genius. She's not some symbiote in disguise. My dad hired her. He is still here in the hospital after that last exchange when you clothe-lined him, nearly breaking his neck in the process. If you haven't figured it out already, he's got a thing for tacky costumes."

Peter pinched the bridge of his nose. "Of course he does," he replied, a glint in his eye as he looked back at the nurse one more time.

Suddenly, the hospital lights flickered, plunging the hallway into an eerie glow. The air turned cold, and an ominous, distorted voice echoed.

"Spider… your little family reunion ends here."

The female symbiote emerged from the shadows, its writhing black tendrils dripping with malice. Peter immediately stepped in front of Felicia and webbed up Kim's hospital room door.

"Felicia, stay back. Kim…stay in your room, and uh…maybe don't go into labor again!"

"Solid plan, Parker," Felicia snarked, her claws extending. "What's next? Distracting it with bad quips?"

"Quips are my thing," Peter shot back.

The symbiote lunged, and Peter barely managed to dodge, webbing a rolling tray and hurling it like a makeshift shield. Felicia leapt onto the creature's back, clawing and kicking with feline grace.

"You're a real piece of work!" she shouted, dodging a tendril aimed at her head. "Do all symbiotes have unresolved mommy issues, or is that just your thing?"

The symbiote screeched, tossing Felicia into a wall. "Oof!" Felicia grunted, grabbing hold of her stomach. Peter used the distraction to hit it with a barrage of webbing, pinning its arms to its sides.

"Ever hear of personal space?" Peter quipped, flipping over its head.

The symbiote tore through the webbing effortlessly and lashed out, sending Peter skidding across the floor. Felicia scrambled to her feet, grabbing a fire extinguisher and spraying it directly at the creature's face.

"Take that, you overgrown inkblot!"

The symbiote hissed, momentarily disoriented, but recovered quickly. It slammed the extinguisher out of her hands and wrapped a tendril around her waist.

Peter launched himself at the creature, delivering a double kick to its torso. "Let her go! Pregnant people have enough to deal with without you adding to the mix!"

The symbiote roared and threw Peter into a gurney, flipping it over.

"Nice move," Felicia muttered as she wriggled free. "You think of that one yourself?"

"Hey, I'm working on it!" Peter shot back, dodging another attack.

Just as the symbiote loomed over them, preparing for the killing blow, a loud clang echoed through the hallway.

"ENOUGH!"

Everyone turned to see Silver Sable, her signature silver hair framing her determined face. Despite her noticeable baby bump, she held two metal bedpans like weapons.

"Is this what maternity leave looks like for you?" Peter asked, groaning as he stood.

"Quiet, Parker," Sable snapped, slamming the bedpans together again. The high-pitched clang sent the symbiote into a frenzy, screeching and retreating into the shadows.

Felicia raised an eyebrow. "Seriously? Bedpans? That's all it took?"

"It's all about frequency," Sable replied coolly.

Peter dusted himself off. "Well, remind me to never underestimate the power of hospital supplies."

The safe house was tucked away on the outskirts of the city, closer to the shipping docks, where there was plenty of clanging going on around them. The reinforced webbed doors slammed shut as Peter, Felicia, Kim, and Silver Sable settled in. Halle and Jessica were huddled together behind some crates, unsure of what was going on. Kim cradled her newborn, still too weak to process what had just happened. Felicia paced the room, one hand on her pregnant belly, muttering about how everything was Peter's fault. Silver Sable stood near the door, her steely gaze scanning the room for threats. She quietly noticed Halle and Jessica hiding behind the crates, realizing Peter must've brought them to the safe house prior.

Peter leaned against the wall, his mask pulled up just enough to expose his face. He was out of breath, his costume tattered, but his mind was racing. He knew he had to tell them the truth—before it was too late.

"Okay," Peter started, holding up his hands to quiet the room. "I know this has been... a lot. Believe me, it's been a lot for me, too. But there's something you all need to know about why the symbiote is targeting you—and your babies."

Felicia stopped pacing. "This better be good, Parker. I'm about two seconds away from clawing your face off."

Kim looked up weakly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why... Why does it want my baby?"

Peter hesitated, running a hand through his messy hair. "Because... your kids—our kids—are a threat to her plans."

Felicia narrowed her eyes. "What plans? Spit it out, Parker."

Peter took a deep breath. "The symbiote—it's not just some random alien goo. She's part of a hive mind, the Klyntar. And she's here to create something—a new colony, a new hive. She wants to establish a dominant Klyntar presence on Earth. But there's a problem... our children."

Kim blinked, confused. "Our children? How could they possibly be a threat?"

"Because," Peter explained, "The female symbiote knows that if they grow up, they could develop abilities that could disrupt her hive's creation. They're unpredictable, powerful, and dangerous—to her, at least."

Felicia crossed her arms, still skeptical. "So let me get this straight. She's scared of our kids? What, is she worried they're going to crawl all over her with tiny baby web-shooters?"

"It's more than that," Peter said seriously. "The Klyntar hive thrives on control and order. But hybrids like ours could throw that order into chaos. They're not just a threat—they're a wildcard she can't afford to let live."

Silver Sable, who had been silent up to this point, finally spoke. "If that's true, Parker, then the symbiote won't stop. She'll keep coming until she's destroyed every last one of us—and our children."

The room fell silent, the weight of Peter's words sinking in. Kim clutched her baby tighter, her eyes wide with fear. Felicia frowned, glancing down at her belly, her usual bravado replaced by a rare flicker of vulnerability.

"So what's the plan?" Felicia asked finally, breaking the silence. "We can't exactly hide in this box forever."

Peter nodded, already thinking ahead. "The plan is to stick together and protect each other. Kim, Felicia, Sable, Halle, and Jessica... you're all targets now, but you're also stronger than you think. We'll fight back. We'll figure out a way to stop her—for good."

Silver Sable raised an eyebrow. "And by 'we,' you mean you're taking point on this, Parker?"

"Obviously," Peter said with a weak smile. "I mean, who else is gonna do it? You're all busy being... pregnant and stuff."

Felicia rolled her eyes. "Oh, sure, just remind the hormonal women how useless we are. Great job, Parker."

"That's not what I—" Peter started, but Felicia held up her hand.

"Relax, Spidey. I'm kidding. Sort of. Just try not to get us all killed, okay?"

Kim finally spoke up, her voice trembling but determined. "Whatever happens, we have to protect these babies. They didn't ask for any of this."

Peter nodded solemnly. "We will. I promise." He then walked towards the door. "I'm going to have to go back to the hospital and make sure no other 'pregnant' women are in danger. I'll return as soon as I can."

"Jesus, Parker! How many are there?" Sable blurted.

Peter lifted his brow, trying to count in his head how many there might actually be.

"That many, huh?" Sable responded to his silent counting.

Just then, Felicia felt a strange rumble in her belly. "I think you better hurry up and get back to the hospital. After you figure out if anyone else is in danger, you should bring my father's nurse back with you. I don't think it's going to be much longer before these two get here," she declared, looking down at her stomach.

Back at the hospital, Peter scouted the eerily quiet maternity ward. He pushed open a door and froze when he saw the sexy nurse again, tucking a blanket over a sleeping Walter Hardy.

The nurse smiled slyly. "You again. Still saving the day, Spider?"

Peter's Spider-Sense tingled faintly, but he found himself disarmed by her warm, teasing tone. "Uh… just checking in."

One thing led to another, and amidst the chaos and exhaustion, Peter found himself in a moment of unexpected, tender passion as the sexy nurse dropped her white dress to the floor, revealing her perky breasts and a lovely shaved pussy. Her curves were cut like a perfect figure-eight as Peter grabbed her plump ass, squeezing it tightly. Her face reminded him of a younger Jennifer Aniston, while making out with her luscious lips.

Soon, the two of them made it to the floor where the Jennifer look-alike slowly kissed her way down his torso and midsection, landing directly on his rock hard penis. She then started bobbing her head up and down on it, causing Peter to groan from the satisfaction.

Peter instructed her to spin around so they could be in a sixty-nine position. She was happy to oblige. He then stuck his tongue inside her wet pussy as far as it could go—his stiff upper lip pressing against her clit.

While moving his tongue around like a Texas-tornado, he smacked her on her ass like he was playing the bongos. The nurse put her hands back, trying to stop him from making too many loud noises because Walter was sleeping in the bed next to them.

After a couple more minutes of oral-sex, the nurse straddled Peter in a reverse cowgirl position, and proceeded to ride him like she was on a wild bull, intending to stay on for much longer than eight seconds. She had to hold her tongue when the intense orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, causing her to spray her juices all over Peter's rock hard cock.

Peter quickly flipped her over onto her stomach, now pounding her pussy from behind. "Put it in my ass!" she begged in a loud whisper. Peter had only done that once before with Tombstone's daughter… And he remembered liking it.

"As you wish," he whispered back, pulling his penis out of her dripping wet pussy and placing it in her ass.

At first, he only put the tip in, not wanting to stretch her ass out too badly. But then, as the feeling got better and better, he thrusted it all the way in, causing the nurse to let out a loud gasp. Peter covered her mouth, making sure she didn't wake anyone.

He continued giving it to her until the tingling sensations took over his body. And then, pulling out as quickly as he could, he came all over her backside.

The nurse rolled over, her back now sticking to the floor because of his web-like semen. "I need a cigarette," she declared, still breathing heavily from the experience.

Somewhere in the background, Walter snored loudly, blissfully unaware of the drama unfolding mere feet away.