[b][u][center]Draconicon’s Rule 34 Harem Chapter 5: Swinging A Different Way Sponsored by Sanmer By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Peter Parker, or Spider-Man, as everyone who saw him in costume would be thinking, was exhausted. Another long day fighting the Green Goblin, putting him behind bars yet again, hoping that this time – this time – he would stay there and knowing that he wouldn’t. New York was no good for keeping the superbads behind bars, and they all had access to insanely good lawyers, to boot. He’d be out again in a week, at most, and then they’d be back to doing the whole song and dance again. He watched the police van drive off, shaking his head as it disappeared around the corner. It was only a matter of time, alright, but he could at least slow the Goblin down by making sure that his chemical lab was taken apart. Spider-Man raised his arm, tapping his wrist. The web shot out, and he flew into the air as it retracted, pulling him with it. The usual strain from swinging around was magnified from how tired he was, but he kept swinging along, dragging himself through the city as fast as his arms and his webs could carry him. [i]He was packing some new toys, too,[/i] he thought. [i]Some of those gasses were…way too effective.[/i] The people of New York City were starting to get used to the Green Goblin’s toxins, so it wasn’t too surprising that the super-bad was making something new, but this had almost been good enough to get through his mask. Considering the different filtration fibers that he’d come up with to keep the worst of that out, he was surprised. The Goblin wasn’t normally [i]that[/i] good, so if he had found a partner, things were going to get interesting. Spider-Man slung his way through the city, moving towards one of the bigger buildings owned by OsCorp towards the middle of the city. Though the Goblin didn’t have the same attachments to the company as he used to, there were still access codes, old labs that were available that the company didn’t keep an eye on, no matter how much the city pushed them to make better security. [i]Bet you anything that he has one of them running again. Spider-Man, on the case…[/i] The web-swinger landed on the roof of the skyscraper, shaking his head as he opened one of the ceiling vents. The usual cascade of fans to keep out pests spun in sequence below him, and he sighed under his breath. “Well, Geronimo.” Leaping from the top of the building, he fell. His spider-sense nudged him every so often, telling him when to slow himself down or try and speed up. Every so often, the fans buffeted him, but always with air rather than steel. He fell, and fell, and fell until – Snap. He shot out a string of webbing to slow himself down just at the last second, pulling himself to a stop just before the vent that led into the lab. Spider-Man hung from it, wincing beneath his mask as the ache in his arm got a hundred times worse from the sudden stop. “Really, really gotta make time for a massage.” He groaned, letting the web go and dropping through the vent. “Or a physical therapist. Ugh. Knew I shoulda signed up for super-insurance.” Rubbing his shoulders, he looked around the lab. It looked the same as the Goblin’s lab always did, with pumpkin bombs and more settled on the various shelves around him. Bubbling beakers proved that the power was still on and that the Goblin hadn’t bothered to turn anything off when he left, so that was promising. Unless there really was a partner, in which case… Spider-Man’s spider-sense was something of a mix of a weird feeling combined with a blaring alarm sound in the back of his head, and the sound varied in just how intense it could be. Something small was barely more than a beep, while something threatening his life was like a shrill airhorn going off right in his ear. It was the latter, this time, and he leaped for the ceiling. A saw blade shot through the space he’d been standing in, impaling itself on the other side of the room. The web-slinger stared at it, then looked for where it’d come from. There was a launcher trap that rested on a table a few feet back, and standing behind it was… “Curt? Did you get a paint job or something?” Except that it couldn’t be the Lizard. Not only was this guy a bit taller, but he was also a little chubbier. And he had wings. Yeah. Curt never had wings. Spider-Man dropped from the ceiling, moving sideways by two steps to avoid standing in front of the launcher again. There was no need to be split in half if he didn’t have to go through something like that. “So, uh, what’s your story? You working with the Goblin? Or OsCorp?” “Neither,” the reptilian creature said, chuckling as he closed his robes. “I’m just exploring.” “You might want to consider going somewhere less slicy-dicy. You know. Like Central Park at night.” “But I’m more interested in what’s going on here. And in the people that are coming to visit.” “I don’t suppose you were working with the Green Goblin, then?” “Working with? No, not really.” The creature shook his head, white eyes closing for a moment before opening again. “He [i]did[/i] get more inspired by our meeting than I expected, however. I hope that he didn’t cause too much trouble for you.” “More trouble than that saw did. By the way, why? Isn’t one Spider-Man enough? I’m not one of those guys that makes a clone by getting chopped in half.” “Ah, that. That was an accident, really. You hopped down just when I was checking the buttons on the machine. It wasn’t supposed to shoot at you.” “Apology accepted. Now, since you obviously know you’re talking to your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, how about doing your half of the introductions and introducing yourself, huh?” “Oh, you wouldn’t know me. Just think of me as a dragon.” “I’d say that those aren’t real, but I’m Spider-Man, so…” “Everything exists?” “Yeah, pretty much.” “You’re more open-minded than most people.” “When your world gets turned upside-down, you kinda have to be.” The more that they talked, the more curious Spider-Man felt. It was strange enough to meet someone like this without being in a fight with them, but the fact that they were just bantering without getting anywhere was stranger, still. He glanced around the lab again, shaking his head at the various bubbling chemicals. “You mind helping me turn these off?” “Sure.” The dragon – if that was what he really was – walked in one direction around the lab while he took the other circuit. He was about halfway through turning off Bunsen burners and little fire sources when the dragon talked again. “I’ve heard of you, you know. Even from a long way off.” “Heh, always good to hear I’m famous. What do you hear?” “Mostly that you’ve got a smart mouth.” “Eh, gotta keep something smart. No time for school.” “Now that I doubt.” “You think someone like me is going to spend much time in college?” “Studying, no, but helping teach? Maybe.” Spider-Man paused in the middle of turning one of the heat dials, having to force himself to keep moving. Did this guy know something that he wasn’t saying? Almost nobody knew who Spider-Man really was, and he kept it that way for a reason. If this guy knew something… He tried not to tense up too much as he walked around the room, keeping himself as relaxed as possible. The suit felt tighter, though, and he still felt sore from head to toe, and not in a particularly good way. “Heh, if I’m not studying, there’s no way that I’d have time for teaching.” “Heh, I said ‘helping’ teach. Like an assistant. Maybe for a certain octopian friend of yours?” This guy was getting dangerously close to facts that the general public shouldn’t know, let alone some stranger that had come out of nowhere. Spider-Man was supposed to be this guy that didn’t have a family, that didn’t have a life outside of looking out for the people of NYC. The idea of someone actually stumbling on the truth was unacceptable. But how the hell did he deal with something like that? He wasn’t like the others. He didn’t go ripping down people’s lives for making guesses. He had to think of something, though, and fast. They met up at the far end of the lab, coming around the circle of tables to the last of the bubbling beakers. He reached down to turn it off, while the dragon pulled the beaker out of its little stand. Despite the obvious heat of the glass, the dragon didn’t even flinch while he held it. “You know, it’s kind of a shame that the Green Goblin is so insane,” the dragon said. “He’s got a brilliant mind, just…completely nuts.” “Well, that’s what pushes you to being bad, I guess. You gonna throw that out?” “Do you know what it is?” “At a guess? More of his super-serums. He was always trying to get stronger when he wasn’t trying to kill everyone else.” “Heh, you’re half-right.” “How do you know?” “This one isn’t his.” “Wha –” The dragon flicked his hand, the serum in the vial splattering all over Spider-Man’s chest. The blare of alarm came that split second too late, leaving Peter soaked. He would have been burned if the fibers in the costume hadn’t dissipated the heat, but even that was still uncomfortable. “I thought you weren’t working with him!” he said, jumping to the ceiling. “You know, it’s kind of a jerk move to lie to a superhero.” “I wasn’t lying. This is more for me. And besides, you didn’t feel your spider-sense go off, did you?” “…” “Heh, you’re getting curious, now. Who is this guy? How does he know so much?” “I think you and I need to have a talk. Somewhere private. Away from all the chemical weapons.” “Don’t worry. We’ll have a talk. But later. After you’ve had time to mull over a few changes.” “What are you –” POOF! “Talking about…” The dragon was gone as if he had never been, the room empty and abandoned. Spider-Man hesitated, then dropped down to the floor once more, looking around. The mask had a few little goggles that he could swap out to see people by infrared, but that didn’t pick up anything when he looked around the room. It wasn’t invisibility then. The dragon must have teleported, or simply disappeared, or… “This is why I hate new bad guys!” he grumbled. “Too many new powers to learn.” # Spider-Man eventually made his way back to his apartment, flopping into his bed and looking up at the ceiling. He took off the mask, but left the rest of the costume on. The chemicals seemed to have settled into his suit rather than soaking through to his skin, so that was something. He’d have to examine it later, see what the black dragon had thrown at him, but until then, he would be okay. He looked up at the ceiling, staring at it, wondering what had gone wrong with that particular encounter. Things had gone completely off the rails as soon as he had started talking to the new guy, and even now, he was still worried about what the dragon knew. [i]He knows more about me than he should. He didn’t say my name, but he has to have a guess…[/i] If the guy knew about Octavius, then there was no doubt that the dragon had a guess at his real identity. There was no way that anyone could go that far without taking it further. And if he knew that, then the dragon would know the rest. Who he cared about. Family. More. Spider-Man had been very, very careful to distance himself from anyone that Peter Parker cared about, and now…now he had to do something to make sure that this guy wasn’t connecting the dots. He looked down at his chest again, at the stain across the spider mark on his costume. The green goo was settling in deeper into the costume, and it was still warm despite hours having gone by. [i]Wish I had time to wash you…[/i] Shaking his head, he rolled onto his side – “NNNGH!” Only to feel a sudden twinge that turned into a hot cramp in his chest. He flopped onto his back again, gasping for air as he felt a tightness that he’d never felt before spread through his ribs. Spider-Man grimaced, hissing for breath as he struggled to pull himself upright. Tugging on the collar of his costume, he looked down at his chest. The green stains had gone further than the costume, turning his pale skin into something closer to emerald where it touched. But it was more than that. Where it sunk in, his muscles were bunching up, pushing out, getting thicker with each passing second. The weight on his ribs wasn’t from a sudden cramp, he realized, but from his muscles expanding. Sucking air hard, he struggled to pull his legs to the side of the bed, already feeling the cramps spreading along his shoulders, moving down to his arms and then along them down to his wrists. His suit was starting to stretch around him, feeling too small for his bigger limbs, too tight to contain him. “Nnngh…what…what…the hell…” Spider-Man could hardly move at first, but as his body adjusted to the new muscles, he managed to stumble towards the window. He leaned against the frame, feeling himself bulging, growing bigger with each passing second, and he knew it wouldn’t be long before he couldn’t fit out through the window. He had to get moving. He had to find the dragon again, ask him what the hell he had done. If he didn’t find a way to reverse this soon – “Nnngh!” Another hard cramp, this time at the base of his spine. It was like something was starting to push out against his costume, something grinding out through the bottom of his spine. Something hard. Something…something rigid. Spider-Man reached back, fumbling about with his thicker arms until he found it. It was a little triangle point, something that was barely managing to stick out of his skin. However, when he touched it – “Ah!” It was like getting a spark of pleasure shooting through his body, one that arced from the base of his spine to the top of his head and then right back down. It stopped in his crotch, and that… Spider-Man looked down at the bulge in his costume, his cheeks burning as he realized that it was bigger than it used to be. Peter Parker was reasonably endowed, standing at a good six inches when he was aroused, but this…this was something different. The cup he wore down there to keep it flat and out of the way wasn’t working anymore, and he could see that the head was already past what the cup could contain. At least eight inches, then, maybe a bit longer. He could feel the cup sliding down, out of the way, and he could feel it cradling balls that he swore were growing in proportion to his cock. The feeling of his bulge against the front of his costume was… Well, rather erotic, if he was honest, but he knew better than to let that continue. He had to focus on the job at hand. At least it didn’t hurt anymore. The muscles growing through his torso were starting to feel good, too, and they were starting to run down his back, along his legs, making everything grow. Before his shoulders could get wide enough to trap him in his apartment, he threw himself through the window and into the air. He threw his arm out, caught one of the nearby buildings with a string of webbing, and yanked himself along. He had a dragon to meet. # He didn’t know how he knew where to go. Maybe his spider-sense was doing something, or maybe this stranger was, but he arrived at Central Park a few minutes past midnight. He was bigger than ever, his shoulders on the verge of ripping through his costume, the beginnings of his tail about to do the same. His cock had grown to ten inches long, and was barely pinned against his belly by his costume. He landed with a thump, one of his toes ripping through the boot that had contained it. He grunted, looking down at it. There was a claw at the tip of the toe. “Great. I’m going to need a hell of a pedicure after this…” “That’s if you don’t want to keep your new body.” The too-familiar voice came from above, and Spider-Man glanced up to see the dragon waiting for him, sitting on a tree branch. The stranger was barefoot and still in the black robe that he’d been wearing in the lab, and his white eyes almost seemed to glow in the dark. Spider-Man feigned a confidence that had been missing for the last few hours, leaning back against another tree as he looked up at the stranger. “So, Mr. Magic Man, what do you want? That serum’s about to break this costume to pieces; hope you’re ready to buy a replacement.” “Oh, I can give you a replacement, alright, but I had a different sort of offer.” “I’m not really interested in job offers. This is all that your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man needs.” “Oh, I don’t think so.” The dragon smiled, crooking his finger. No sooner had he done it than Spider-Man’s cock suddenly lunged forward, nearly ripping its way through the front of his costume. He gasped, pulled forward a step as if someone had gotten a death-grip on his cock, and the feeling didn’t end there. The dragon’s finger bounced up and down, and it was like a hand had slipped into his costume, jerking him off little by little. “Nnngh! What the heck, man? Dinner and a movie first.” “I figured this version of you would be interested in men; Mark Pain rather than Mary Jane? Really?” “What are you – mmmph!” That hand was very, very good, and it was jerking him off faster than he expected. He hissed under his breath, feeling his muscles tensing up again, the heat in his body starting to grow. He swore that there was steam coming out his ears as his cock throbbed again, growing thicker and harder against his stomach. Pre-cum started to flow all too easily, flooding the inside of his costume. “Heh, I’ll explain it later. You’re a smart enough guy, you’ll understand it later. But let me put it this way. In a universe of a thousand Spider-Mans, one can go missing and nobody will notice. In a world where a certain professor is on the verge of creating a super suit that will allow him to become a different sort of eight-limbed hero, instead of a villain, nobody will miss his assistant.” How did he…how…what the… Thought was becoming harder and harder for the hero, and he slumped forward as he felt his legs give out. A sudden rip along the base of his spine announced his tail finally coming in, and he arched his back as he felt the oddly-pleasurable sensation of it slithering out through the bottom of his back. As it grew longer and longer, the rest of his costume started giving up the ghost. His shoulders expanded a bit further, and his neck arched, growing longer. His fingers curled into tight, huge fists, and the sudden tension rising up his arms made his muscles huge. He was topless already, his thick pecs twitching as he grew big enough to rival Rhino or some of the other big guys that he fought on the regular. As he gasped for breath, he looked down… And he froze. [i]Scales?[/i] he thought, staring at his chest. [i]They’re not…that’s not…a stain anymore…[/i] He lifted his bigger, meatier hands to his chest, and there was no doubt about it. The green color on his chest had hardened, becoming little bumps that were definitely like the scales on the Lizard. Small, bumpy, and pebble-like, they were stiffer than skin and harder, too, probably hard enough to protect him better in a fight. He barely had time to process their existence before they started spreading along his chest, running down towards his belly button and then up along his neck. The further they went, the more lizard-like he seemed, his cock throbbing and slapping wetly against his belly, the thick head looking impossibly large compared to what he had been. “I’m Spider-Man. Not…not lizard-man…” “Don’t worry. You’ll still have all those other powers. I made sure of that,” the dragon said, hopping down to the ground. “My alchemists assured me that this would work just as I designed it. There’s no point in getting rid of your brain, or your powers.” “Then why…” “Why turn you? Mostly because it’d be a bit sexier than enjoying a human. And besides…” The dragon grabbed him, this time with his real hand rather than with whatever power he’d been using before. Peter gasped, his hips thrusting forward before he could stop them, his eyes going wide as he felt the tip of his cock getting trapped against large, scaly fingers. “You can’t tell me that you don’t like having a bigger dick.” “Nnngh…can’t deny that…” “Then let’s finish this.” The scales had already made their way down his back, already dipped past his waistband and down his legs. He looked down, seeing his cock going pinker, more bestial in color, but it kept the humanoid shape. His balls churned harder, getting thicker, but it was the stuff further down that was getting uncomfortable. His boots, in particular, were starting to strain. He curled his toes, feeling the claws growing down there, and he knew it was only a matter of time until he was naked. As the growth hit him from head to toe, the scales growing with pleasurable heat through his body, Peter felt everything but what he felt fade away. Only the pleasure of the change filled his head. Everything else could wait. The hero arched his back again, his tail thrashing around as his toes ripped through his boots one by one. His growing feet were scaled from toes to heel, and they continued to swell, getting bigger and stronger to support his larger frame. He felt the earth cracking beneath his toe claws, and he kicked, launching large sprays of soil into the air. He rolled onto his side, growling, panting, shaking as his lower body grew stronger, his legs thicker. The costume was ripping along his thighs and calves, and his balls were on the verge of ripping through his crotch. Nothing else mattered. He needed to get free. Needed to be naked. With a growl, he tensed all of his muscles at once, and the entire costume shattered, ripping into shreds around him. The reptilian Spider-Man panted for breath, his eyes closed, his face twitching, stretching, expanding. When he was able to open his eyes again, he was looking down a snout rather than at his own nose. He felt it, realized that it was him. He opened his mouth, tasted the air, and realized that he was smelling and tasting it at the same time with a tongue that was more like a snake’s than a lizard’s. He looked up, seeing the dragon standing beside him. The stranger knelt down at his side, the robes parting, a cock bigger than his own massive one almost falling over his face. “Still no…no dinner, huh?” he joked. “Glad to see you kept your sense of humor.” “Yeah, well…you took everything else.” “For the better. How do you feel?” “…Well, I’m not sore anymore. Bye bye Mjolnir.” “And still cracking bad jokes. The one universe when you’re gay, you’re also obsessed with bad jokes.” “Heh. You win some, you lose some.” “Tell me about it.” Peter groaned as he got his legs under him. It was strange standing naked in the middle of the city, but he supposed it could have been much worse. He could have been naked in the middle of Yankee Stadium. As he stood up, he could tell that his body was much different than it had been. It had greater strength, yes, but there was also something…strange. Something that felt like there was untapped energy in his limbs. “What was that serum?” “A variant on the Lizard’s serum. It changed you, but not up here,” the dragon said, tapping his head. “You still have your spider abilities, just with greater strength and some limited regeneration.” “…That’ll be handy.” “I’m sure.” “So…” He gestured at himself. “Gonna tell me why?” “Heh. I suppose you deserve at least a small explanation. Do you remember what I mentioned, about a universe of a thousand Spider-Mans?” He nodded. “Well, that’s downplaying it. There’s as many different sorts of Spider-Mans as you can imagine. Many different universes where they hit different obstacles, made different choices, and decided to be different things. Some universes where the bite never happened, some where you got your powers from something else, and some where you went bad.” “Those sound like the bad ones.” “They’re not pleasant, no. And not just because of the bad jokes.” “Hey, they’re alright.” “Let’s say yes.” The dragon shook his head. “I live on a universe closer to the center of the whole thing, nearer to what you might call the ‘true’ reality. The thing that spawns all the others.” “Sounds like a nice place.” “It’s not. The ‘true’ one eats any other reality that it comes into contact with to preserve a sense of purity, of being the ‘right’ existence. So, being rather close to it and not wanting to be broken down, I’ve decided to see what I can to do to protect my home.” “How? By getting different heroes or something?” “Something like that. Villains, too, if I can make a deal with them.” “Wait, wait, wait.” Spider-Man shook his head, holding up one hand to slow the dragon down. The other wanted to go down to his dick, but he managed to stop that…for now. The throbbing was still getting his attention, though, and was more than a bit difficult to ignore. He did his best, though; he needed to understand this. “You’re calling up superheroes [i]and[/i] super villains for this? Is it that bad?” “Worse. If I don’t have enough people, then we’re basically going to end up with a non-reality. The multi-verse is shrinking. I plan on stopping it, or at the very least, slowing it down. And if I can’t do that…well, at least everyone will have a damn good time while we wait for the apocalypse.” “…That’s your plan?” “You have a better one?” “No, but…there’s gotta be a few, right?” “Maybe, and maybe someone I find will have one. But for now, I’m getting people with brains, with powers, with any sort of ability that will make things safe for others. I’m going everywhen, and everywhere. Now, question is…” The dragon smiled, grabbing him by the dick. Spider-Man groaned, biting his lip as he felt a real hand again. His cock felt two, three times as sensitive as it had been, and it took every bit of willpower he had to keep from thrusting against it right then and there. He bit his lips, a bestial growl rising from his throat. The stranger smiled, pumping him hard. His balls bounced, heavy and churning still, his cock oozing already. “The question is, will you help me, or do I have to leave you here like this?” “Mmmph…not much…much of a choice…” “Oh, it’s choice enough. You stay here, and you’ll be eclipsed by someone else. A different hero that will do what you do, but better. You’ll eventually fade away, someone that has a nice mind, but not an exceptional one. You’ll be there for those that need you, but that list will grow smaller and smaller over the years. Or… “You can come with me…and save universes…and get every kinky fantasy that you’ve ever had fulfilled.” Each pump sent a shock of pleasure through the newly-transformed lizard. He grunted, starting to hump despite himself, his thoughts shocked and washed away with new pleasures. It wasn’t just the fact that someone else jerking him off felt good, but more that…that he felt tempted. His new body was very sensual, very eager. The churning down between his legs made it hard to think of anything but sex now that he was turned on, and he could already tell that it was only going to get worse if he didn’t do something to slow it down. He needed cum. He needed [i]to[/i] cum. And he wasn’t going to get what he needed here. Only…only with the dragon… Spider-Man groaned as he gave in, humping the dragon’s hand hard, his balls swinging forward as he gripped his new master’s arm. “I…I’ll come…” “Heh, good. We just need to get one more person before we leave.” “W-who?” “Who else? The other Lizard.” [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]