Gwen Stacy

Before long, I found myself holding onto Spider-Woman for dear life as we swung through the city of New York. It was a bit scary at first, but her tight grip, which was a bit too tight, ensured me that she wouldn't drop me.

"Petra... I have a question." I didn't really know how I was going to ask the question I had in mind, but I needed answers. "Why do all of the girls act so... ravenous around me? I know it's because I'm a man but..."

"You don't know? The women of this world all are attracted to male pheromones. Male pheromones drive us insane, causing us to act like animals and out of the ordinary. It's why there are no men left in our world, the human race evolved to only create women." She spoke as if this wasn't fucking crazy, but I guess it's all she's ever known.

"But that raises the question, where did you come from? A man hasn't been born in one hundred years. The last remaining men on Earth were all fucked to death before they could even reach their elderly years, yet here you are. How?" I didn't really know what to tell her, but I decided to tell her the truth.

"Have you ever heard of the multiverse? Probably not..."

"Yeah, I met this one Spider-Guy named Miguel... he told me a bit about it then kicked me out when I tried fucking all of the man things in his little tower. Haha..." Her voice trailed off embarrassingly as she said this. So she was aware of the multiverse, likely referring to the Miguel we saw in Across the Spider-Verse. I get why they kicked her out though...

I guess it makes sense why she was able to control herself just a little around me. She'd been around men before and probably tried to control herself for a long time. I'm assuming she inevitably couldn't and got caught trying to force herself on someone.

"Well, I'm from one of those universes with men. I died, but ended up here." I confessed, hoping she'd believe me.

"I figured it was something like that... But don't worry, we'll keep you safe." Petra spoke with a sort of sinister undertone. Was I wrong about her being able to control herself? Maybe it was all an act to build my trust, I thought.

"We?" I asked, feeling her grip get tighter.

Just as I said this, we landed on a building and she opened the skylight to an apartment and threw me inside.

As soon as I hit the ground, I could hear a woman let out a surprised gasp and Spider-Woman's feet hitting the ground beside me.

"Hey, Gwen." Petra said, placing her foot on my body as if I wasn't the one railing her for the past hour. "Look what I brought."

Gwen, the woman with short blonde hair, sniffed the air before her lips parted and she looked down at me with hearts in her eyes. "A man thing..."

"Mhm... This one's good too. I promised him that we'll take care of him. You're okay with that, right babe?" Petra asked, confirming their relationship.

Gwen, who was reading a book before I barged in, closed it and placed it on the sofa before approaching me with a feline's stride. "You're right. We should."

'I'm about to get raped again, aren't I?' I thought to myself, seeing firsthand how the pack mentality worked.

So far, I had a few deductions about how the world works.

It seems that things are more complex than there being just tops and bottoms. The way it works is sort of like... that Omegaverse stuff. However, rather than there being categories, I think there are like levels to it or something.

I noticed with Petra, she was talking to Jameson like she was her bitch, yet she submitted to me. I guess girls who are on the same level or lower can be submissive to me, however, I also have another theory.

When these girls are in packs, I think they sort of merge their sexual prowess for lack of a better term. Let's say there's a points system, from one to a hundred.

Petra may be around fifty out of a hundred, and let's say Gwen is forty. If you combine them, they're basically a ninety out of one hundred, practically undominatable. Is that a word?

Anyway, if there's more than one of them, I don't think there's much I can do to stop them. Petra did bring up pheromones, so perhaps women's pheromones work together to create feral gang-raping beasts.

"Should we call Cindy over?" Gwen asked her lover as she knelt down beside me, getting a good look at my face, and holding my chin with her hand. "He's cute."

"We should... Let's have our way with him first. Just the two of us." Petra crouched down beside me as well, tilting her head as she studied my face. "What's wrong? Where's that energy from before?"

"Well, there's two of you now... I think I know what's going to happen to me..." I told her, mumbling due to Gwen holding my cheeks.

"You're a quick learner. You're right. The more of us together means the more aggressive we become toward men, supposedly. I wasn't too sure about that at first but... now that Gwen's here..." Petra almost seemed too embarrassed to say the rest, but Gwen wasn't ashamed at all.

"We're going to start raping you now, basically. I'll probably start by facefucking this cute little mouth of yours..." Gwen added, looking over at Petra to see where she would claim as hers.

"I want to fuck his ass..." Petra said, looking at her lover before looking back at me. "Or maybe, we can both fuck his mouth at the same time."

Then Gwen chimed in. "Then we can both fuck his ass at the same time."

Petra nodded. "I love the way you think, babe." Petra then grabbed Gwen by the neck and the two of them started to passionately kiss while Petra held me down.

With one last peck, the two of them redirected their gaze toward me. "Let's start, shall we?"