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The Salacious Spider-Pup in: Enter the Kinkpin

By: Ash Cinder

Featuring Garoh as Urson Fisk/The Kingpin

Alright, let's do this one last time, from the beginning. My name is Peter Barker, I'm 20-years-old, and for the last 4 years, I've been the one and only “Spider-Pup." I'm a canine Anthro who was bitten by a radioactive spider. I saved the city, became the stepbrother to my childhood best friend, Gwen, saved the city again, I have an amazing suit, so-so grades, a pretty popular daily web-swinging livestream, and am a bit of an exhibitionist, but if you've got it, flaunt it!

Okay, everyone caught up? Good. This week I was investigating a big case involving one of the most powerful bear in Zoo York City. For the past two weeks a string of disappearances of various subspecies of canines had occurred, and I just about had all the evidence I needed to link them to who I was certain was behind them.

A few days before, I captured a member of the group who were involved in the kidnappings and found their next target in an email on his phone. Gwen helped me figure out where the location would be and I arrived just in time to witness them shove a young adult rottweiler into a van and proceeded to tail them to an old, abandoned office building. I saved the canine and after looking into who owned the office building, found out it was property held by Fisk Industries.

Urson Fisk was one of the most powerful anthros in the city. He was the self-proclaimed “Billionaire Bear" with powerful connections throughout the city and a sexual appetite that was a bit of an open secret. He was widely known as “The Kingpin," but I'd heard plenty of people working for him substitute the “g" in that name with a “k," if you know what I mean.

I had Gwen do more digging, caught a few more of Fisk's goons, who offered some but little information, until I was able to track down a former employee of Fisk's who was given a suspiciously high “bonus" when he quit working for Fisk. I hoped I could convince him to tell me something while assuring it wouldn't lead back to him. Gwen found out the guy was a high-level IT worker who managed to see a bit of data during his time there related to Fisk's shady business dealings.

Turns out it was good I found him when I did, as he seemed to be loading a moving truck and moving himself out of his apartment. I caught him on the roof, taking a smoke break. He was a fox with a nervous twitch of his tail bushy orange tail. I observed him from afar, while I communicated to Gwen through the comms in my mask.

“I don't know Gwen," I commented. “I have a feeling this guy isn't going to be too thrilled to see me just hop on top of his roof unannounced."

“He look nervous?" She asked.

“Try terrified."

“Well, he's the only lead we have that might help uncovering the final evidence we need to really bust Fisk," she pointed out. “Just try not to appear threatening?"

I let silence fill the call letting her question hang there,

“I'm an Anthro dressed in a terrifying mask, with the ability crawl on walls, and throw an average canine across a football field, exactly how am I supposed to accomplish that?" I asked.

“Oh, come on, your mask isn't scary, it's like a 6 out of 10 at best!"

“Everyone's a critic," I sighed playfully.

I began to stretch as I got ready to try and approach the guy.

“Just, try not to lose him?" She finished. “You've been doing this for a while now, you got this."

“Kudos for being a team player, step-sis."

“That's why I'm here!" She said matter-of-factly.

“Alright, I'm going to try and talk to this guy before his smoke break is over," I said as I prepared to swing over to his rooftop. “I'll talk later."

“Good luck."

I looked down before taking a deep breath and swinging over to him. His back was to me and he hadn't heard me land.

Okay Spidey, I thought to myself, just try not to appear threatening…

“Uh, evening sir—" I greeted.

He quickly turned around to face me, his face switching from confused to panic as he tried to back away.

“S-Sorry, I just wanted to—" I tried to explain.

He wasted no time in trying to make a break for the exit to the rooftop, which I quickly shot a web to block shut.

He did his best to try and force it open, but my webs held strong.

“Damn!" He cried.

He turned his attention back to me, now blocking the fire escape, his only other exit.

“Crap, what the hell do you want, I haven't done anything!"

“You sure aren't acting like it," I shot back.

He just backed himself up against the door as I walked closer.

“Come on, relax," I tried to reassure, putting my paws in the air peacefully. “I'm not here to beat you up, I just need some information—"

“About Fisk?"

“Well, I was going to try and be a little more hush hush about it, but since you mentioned his name…"

“I don't have anything for you, I quit of my own accord."

“Is that why you're moving out so soon after your termination, and got a generous payment on the way out?"

There was a silence between us before he finally spoke up.

“I don't want any trouble, I just want to finish moving and get my family out of here."

“I'll help you do that if you tell me what you know about the kidnappings," I replied. “I know Fisk is involved."

I could see his ears nervously fold back.

“I'll make sure it doesn't come back to you; I know you're already on his radar. I'm surprised he just let you quit with some hush money," I added.

“You're not the only one," he muttered.

“Huh?"

“I think the only reason he didn't off me right then and there is because it would have been too suspicious, and my family would still be alive to possibly speak out against him. It's why I'm trying to get them out of here now before he finds a good time to do it."

“How about this?" I proposed. “I could follow you a good distance out of the city just in case Fisk tries anything if you tell me what I need to know?"

He scratched behind his head, thinking about it.

“Y-You'd really do that?"

“You're talking to your friendly neighborhood Spider-Pup here."

He chuckled a little before taking a deep breath.

“I'm pretty sure he's behind the kidnappings," he began.

“Pretty sure?" I asked.

“I was doing some work on one of the servers before I was let go," he went on. “I was running some security tests on it, on Fisk's request. It had a lot of folders with names pertaining to various businesses he owns around the city. But there were some additional folders inside some of the businesses that I hadn't seen before, most of them were the names of species that seemed random at first, until I remembered all the disappearances going on in the news and realized all the ones I saw were the same different species of anthros that are currently missing."

“Well, that definitely seems like a lead. Did you look inside any of the folders?" I asked.

“I didn't."

“Wait, then why did Fisk fire you?"

“Me seeing those folders wasn't the reason for my termination. If he'd known I saw those along with what I'm about to mention, I probably wouldn't be standing here talking to you. The next day I got an alert on another employee's computer about an unauthorized attempt at accessing one of those folders.

“I don't know if this guy was a wannabe whistleblower or something, but he got wise to the alert and tried to flee the building. The snow leopard ran right into me as he rounded the corner. Fisk's security ended up nabbing both of us and dragging us to Fisk's office."

“Shit," I remarked.

“Yeah, I was terrified."

“Fisk thankfully believed me when I explained I was just on my way to check the computer I got the alert about and had been on my way to check it out."

“Did he say anything to you?"

“The bear just kind of smiled at me and talked about what a loyal employee I'd always been, before telling me to go take care of the computer."

“What about the 'whistleblower'?" I asked.

The fox shifted uncomfortably.

“He looked really scared when I left Fisk's office. I never saw him again. I just kept my head down and made my way to the office with the breached computer. The leopard was in such a rush once he realized he'd tripped our cybersecurity, he didn't even close out of the files he'd accessed before running out of the office."

“What was left open?"

“A lot of hardcore fetish pictures, with anthros that looked similar to the missing ones. I didn't focus on them long enough before I quickly shut it down and rebooted the system. I was just about to quickly run back to my office, but was met with my ursine boss, standing in the door to the office."

“What did he say?"

“I really thought I was done for, that I would never be leaving the building again, but he just thanked me for my cooperation, and apologized for me getting mixed up in this 'unfortunate matter.' He also said he understood that I had a family to support and that he'd hate to see something happen to me because I couldn't keep my muzzle shut. So, he told me I'd be given the opportunity to seek better employment elsewhere, with a payout to obviously buy my silence."

“And so now you're trying to get out of town just to be safe?"

“I mean, Fisk isn't usually the type to leave any loose ends. I've been checking underneath my car for any blinking lights ever since."

“This is all really helpful," I thanked. “There must be more than a few servers in the server room you mentioned. Do you remember which ones had the files?"

“They all look kind of the same, but I do remember it was the one in the furthest right corner after getting through the front door."

“Thanks, sir, you've been really helpful."

“It's Mike," he said, shaking my paw.

“How much longer until you're about to leave?" I asked.

“We only have a few more boxes to pack, we should probably be ready to go in about an hour."

“I can stick around and follow you out of Manhattan to make sure you don't have any 'accidents' before you leave the city."

“Th-Thanks, I hope you find out what's happening to all those poor canines."

I unblocked the fire escape so he could climb down.

“Sorry for webbing your door."

“Won't be my door for much longer," he said with a chuckle.

As he made his way down to continue loading the moving van, I called Gwen back.

“How'd it go?" She asked. “Did he say anything?"

I explained all I learned to her while I kept an eye on Mike and his family loading up the car. I didn't see anything super sketchy, no one that looked like they were keeping tabs on the family.

“Damn," Gwen remarked. “We're so close to taking down Fisk."

“I hope so."

“So, you heading to Fisk Tower from there?"

“After I make sure Mike gets out of the city," I explained. “The deal for him giving me information was me kinda watching his back to make sure Fisk doesn't try any more of his tricks. Dead dogs tell no tales, after all…"

“Good idea."

“But, while I do that, do you think you could get some schematics for the Tower to help me navigate when I get there?" I asked in a polite tone.

“Aww, but I've got a big exam to study for tomorrow," she pouted teasingly.

“Thanks, you're a doll," I snarked.

“I'll have some routes into his headquarters the next time you call in," she happily assured.

“What would I do without you?" I asked.

“Probably talk to yourself a lot."

I let out a defeated sigh.

“You know me all too well," I muttered.

As Gwen and I's conversation concluded, I saw Mike and his family starting to get into their car with the moving truck behind them. I watched him check underneath both for anything suspicious before looking towards me and I waved back. I did some quick stretches before following at a reasonable distance as they started their trip out of Zoo York.

“Alright, I'll call you once Mike's safe. Give me a ring if you find anything major."

“You too."

I kept my eyes and ears open for anything that might have been suspicious. I didn't see any strange, unmarked cars following behind. It was about five minutes into their drive that their car took a right turn while the moving truck continued going straight. I followed Mike's car and noticed he seemed to be slamming on the accelerator, having several near misses with other cars.

Something was obviously wrong and I quickly web-zipped to the speeding car. I swung as fast as I could, trying to keep up with the out-of-control vehicle. It was zooming through red light after red light, not making a single turn. I looked further ahead and realized there was a gas station at the end of the street.

I quickly patched Gwen in as I chased after the car.

“Yeah?"

“Gwen! Out-of-control car! Bad!" I quickly said.

I managed to catch up to the vehicle, seeing Mike and his family hitting the windows to try and get out. I needed to think of something fast before this turned into a mass casualty event.

“What's wrong with the car?" She asked.

“You see what I see through my visor?" I asked, focusing on Mike.

Mike looked panicked as he tried to get the car to stop but it was like it had a mind of its own.

“It must be a self-driving model!" Gwen said. “It's been hacked!"

“It's heading right for a busy gas station!"

I quickly shot strands of web to taillights of the car, and shooting the other end of the web strands to the walls of the buildings along the street. I moved fast, knowing the webs wouldn't hold the accelerating vehicle for long, running to the left side of the car and grabbing ahold of both the driver and passenger side doors. It took some extra effort, but I managed to rip the doors off their hinges and toss them away.

“Quick get out, now!" I shouted.

“Can you stop it?!" Mike asked as he got out.

“Just stay back!"

Mike and his family scrambled to get out as I tried to brainstorm a way to keep it from crashing into the gas station, I needed to do it fast before it broke free and hit the gas station. The webbing started to snap.

“Gwen? They're out of the car, but I can't stop it!"

“I'm working on it!"

I hopped on the roof of the car and prepared for the acceleration. It wasn't more than 5 seconds before the webbing finally gave and I was speeding down the road towards the gas station.

“Wait, Pete! It's simple! You need to flip the car on its roof, it won't matter if the wheels keep accelerating!"

“Works for me."

I quickly attached several strands of webbing on the roof of the car before jumping off, holding onto the other end before giving it a firm tug. My strength was enough to yank the car backwards. I watched the wheels continue to turn at full speed as it flew through the air before landing on its roof further down the road, thankfully not injuring anyone in the process.

The wheels continued to spin, but the car wasn't going anywhere. I went back to find Mike and his family. He was on the phone with the moving van when I came swinging down to him.

“Wow," Mike exclaimed, “I was worried you might not be able to stop it in time."

“Wish every superhero problem I encountered was that easy to take care of. Glad you and your family are safe."

“Just make sure you stop Fisk. There's no doubt he's behind this."

“And you make sure to find another way out of town before he realizes his little 'accident' failed," I replied. “I'd stay away from anymore Oxxon self-driving models."

“For sure!"

I could hear police and EVS sirens getting closer, signaling that they'd have things under control from here. I made my exit, swinging away from the scene and making my way to Fisk Tower to look into Mike's tip.

“I hope they make it out of the city okay," Gwen commented.

“Let's see if we can buy them some time by keeping Fisk focused on me."

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Fisk Tower, the main headquarters of Zoo York's favorite “legitimate" business bear, Urson Fisk. Quite the eyesore, a tall office building skyscraper with a slanted top, with Fisk's name plastered on the side of it in large gold letters to complete its ostentatious nature.

“So, Gwen, how'd we do on the schematics to Fisk's building?"

“Took some digging, but even Fisk can't hide what's legally public record."

I checked my phone to see the schematics she sent over to me. According to Gwen's research, there was a vent that hadn't been inspected in a while that would be the perfect place for me to try and get in. I made my way there and got to work getting the vent open.

“Do you know if Fisk is here tonight?" I asked.

I pulled the vent cover off and crawled inside.

“His social media mentioned he was having dinner at some fancy restaurant in Greenwich, that was posted about two hours ago though."

I crawled through the vents, going back over the schematics and navigating the path I was supposed to take to get to Fisk's office.

“Jeez," I whispered to Gwen, “even the vents in here are spotless. Sure hope whoever cleans them gets paid pretty good by Fisk, they're certainly doing they're job.

As I crawled through, I caught a conversation between two of Fisk's security.

“This is the last time I take a late-night shift," Goon number 1 said with a yawn.

“Told you, you should have requested the day off after the last assignment from Fisk," Goon number 2 replied.

“Yeah, that beagle wasn't as easy to shove in the truck as I thought he'd be."

They were talking about more of the kidnappings. I decided to take out a wire and lower it through the vent to try and record the conversation. It'd be nice to have additional evidence to give to police.

“Fisk wants us to be a little more careful," Goon 1 mentioned. “A few of our other groups got taken out by that Spider-Pup guy."

“As long as it's not the cops, I think we can handle one pup." Goon 2 replied.

“Speak for yourself, I'm turning tail and running before he webs me to the ceiling."

“Better not let Fisk hear you being a coward, you might find yourself in the same position as the other pups we snatched."

I pulled up my wire and made sure the recording was saved to my phone before continuing on to the server room. I found the panel in the vent that controls the server room cameras and patched Gwen into it.

“Okay, sis, you ready to disable the server room camera?"

“Still connecting, and… I'm in. Lemme just set up the fake feed… you are good to go!"

“I'm turning my comms off while I get what we need, I'll call you when I'm done."

“Be careful…"

I jumped down to the server room and made my way to the server in the part of the room Mike had specified. I sure hoped he and his family were able to make it out of the city before Fisk could plan another “accident" for them.

I tried to work fast, worried someone might come check on the server room before I could finish. I found the folders of properties pertaining to Fisk. I didn't want to go through all of them to figure out which ones pertained to the case, so I highlighted them and proceeded to copy them over to my spidey drive, though Gwen always preferred calling it a “goober" for some reason.

The expected download time wasn't long, but considering I was expecting Fisk's henchmen to show up at any moment, it felt like an eternity.

“Come on, come on!" I muttered to myself.

I hoped I hadn't tripped any silent alarms on my way in here as I waited for the folders to finish copying over. The loading bar got closer to the end, closer and… download complete window opened!

Just as I hit the enter key, I felt my spidey sense going haywire.

“I don't think I called for IT support tonight," I heard a deep voice growl behind me.

I quickly tried to turn around but was grabbed and thrown across the room. I thankfully was able to flip midair and land on all fours against the wall. I looked back to see Urson Fisk himself looking at me with a malicious smile. Shit, I thought, I guess he didn't stick around for dessert.

He turned his attention back to the computer I'd been at and pulled my spidey-drive out before pocketing it.

“Is that how you say 'hello' where you come from?" I snarked, landing back on the floor.

“I knew I'd have to deal with you eventually," he remarked, casually brushing off each of his shoulders as he approached me. “I have to say, you're even smaller than you appear on the front page of the Daily Beagle. I suppose the camera certainly does add ten pounds."

He taunted me by patting his belly through his suit. He was massive, as you might imagine a Kodiak bear would be, so much bigger than he looked in media interviews I'd seen him in. He was his signature white suit and purple dress shirt underneath.

“I'm not about to kick a high school boy's ass tonight, am I?" He asked.

He cracked his knuckles.

“Would you go easy on me if I said 'yes'?" I asked.

“Looks like I have my answer," he answered with a deep laugh.

I quickly dodged to the side as he charged at me, crashing into other computer servers as he did so. Without missing a beat, he picked up one of them and hurled it at me, I webbed it before it could make contact and began to swing the web around to toss it back at him, but he took advantage of the opening that left me with and charged at me again, his head making contact with my chest and slamming me into the wall.

I was sure at least two of my ribs were broken as I tried to regain my composure, he grabbed me by my face and hurled me out of the server room and into his main office. I managed to zip myself up to the ceiling before I could strike the wall again.

I watched Fisk step out of the server room, my spidey drive still in his front pocket. I needed to get it back from him somehow, meaning I was probably going to have to get close to him. I wasn't expecting Fisk to be such a good fighter for a bear who presented himself publicly as another Wall Street businessman type. His size wasn't just for show.

“Why don't you come back down, and we can discuss things like adults?" He asked, mockingly beckoning me with his finger.

“I think I've already seen your definition of 'discussion,' Fisk," I shot back.

“Very well, then,"

My spider sense went off as he hit a button on his watch. I quickly jumped down to the ground, as he activated a ceiling turret on me. I quickly webbed the turret and pulled it out of its socket, pulling it over my head and right into Fisk as he was rushing at me again.

He stumbled and I took the opportunity to try and grab my drive out of his pocket. But it was too hard to do in this chaotic environment. Fisk grabbed me by the wrist and flung me out the window, the glass shattering as I made impact. I quickly shot both my web shooters at the building and slingshot myself back through the window, taking the bear by surprise and kicking him in the jaw.

I saw an opportunity to finally incapacitate him and shot both my web shooters at him, but my kick hadn't dazed him as much as I thought. He stepped to the side and my webs hit his desk. He quickly grabbed them and pulled me forward. I wasn't fast enough to counter his free paw, as his fist made direct contact with my face. I wasn't knocked out, but extremely dazed, giving him time to pin me down to the desk and wrapping my own webs around my ankles.

As the stars in my vision faded, I tried to push myself up off the desk, but he had his paw firmly on my back, pushing all of his weight down on me, and my webs were firmly holding my legs in place. Damn, I thought to myself, did I have to make them so strong? I guess if I hadn't though, they wouldn't have helped save Mike and his family. I struggled as much as I could, but it was no use, I was trapped.

“How cute, the spider got caught in his own web," he laughed over me.

Fuck this was my most humiliating battle yet, and it was about to get even crazier.

“How about best two out of three?" I asked.

“I have something better in mind…" he said ominously.

Before I could respond I felt him firmly slap my ass, making me yelp.

“What the hell are you—"

“You didn't think a bear like me was going to let a cute little pup like you crawl in here without giving your tailhole a good filling, did you?"

I gasped and instantly tried to struggle again, kicking against my own webs as he began to feel up my skintight suit, growling lustfully.

“Why, that tight little ass of yours is practically begging me to rip those colorful tights off it and stretch it wide."

“Wait," I grunted, “about that question earlier in regards to me still being in high school—"

“Too late for that, pup," he chuckled, “you already gave that away earlier. Maybe in the future spend a little less time wisecracking, and a little more fighting."

It was worth a try. I felt him firmly grasp the bottom half of my suit and effortlessly ripped it off my legs.

“Hey!" I yelped. “Do you know how many hours I spent stitching that?!"

He laughed and firmly groped my bare ass, grinding his crotch against it. I continued to try and break out of his grasp as he dragged this out. He leaned forward and put his muzzle close to my ear.

“Tell me," He growled deeply, “am I about to be the first bear to fuck the Spider-Pup?"

I growled angrily at him in response, making him slap my ass again.

“Looks like you need some obedience training," he scolded, “don't worry, I can keep you around for a while and turn you into one of my good boys after this. I'll show you why my other name is the _Kink_pin."

I tried to think of a way out of this, my webs were too strong for me to break out of them right then, but I knew that given a few minutes, they would degrade enough for me to break free, hopefully Fisk didn't know that. That was the best plan I had and unfortunately until then I was going to have to let him have his way with me, it might have even gotten him to let his guard down enough for me to fish that drive out of his suit.

I heard him unzip his pants behind me and clenched my teeth as I felt him push one of his fat fingers inside me.

“Mmmm," he growled, “I don't know if your ass is virgin, but you'll be a tight one nevertheless."

“Fuck you, Fisk," I spat.

He quickly yanked his finger out of my ass.

“Fuck me, pup?" He growled. “I'm afraid that's not the game we're playing right now."

I gasped as I suddenly felt something longer and thicker forcefully shoved into my entrance, without anything to ease the transition.

“Bad pups don't get a gentle start," he teased with a deep laugh.

I cried out in pain as he pushed deeper inside me until his waist was touching mine. I clenched my tailhole against his cock as he dug his claws into my hips, squeezing hard.

“Fuck, that's nice!" He panted.

“Fuck," I angrily panted. “This is bigger than I'm used to…"

He teasingly patted my head.

“Don't worry pup, I'll be breaking in your muzzle too."

I clenched my eyes shut, feeling tears well up as I felt him begin to withdraw his cock from me only to slam it back in again. Fuck, I thought, this is going to be a long wait. I just hoped that he wouldn't try to unmask me during his fun.

His thrusts pushed my body hard against his desk, my own cock was painfully hard underneath it. I could feel pre dripping onto the floor. I tightly gripped the edge of the desk, thankful that his thrusts were getting a little smoother from the pre he was leaking inside me.

“Fuck yeah pup," Fisk growled, “you might be a second-rate fighter, but you make a good fuck toy."

While he continued to hump my tailhole, I carefully tried to tug on the webs at my ankles. They were getting weaker, I just needed to tough it out a little longer. I hated admitting it, but now that his cock was naturally lubed with his precum, I was starting to feel a lot of pleasure from this.

I could feel his massive ursine cock making my stomach bulge each time he shoved it into me. My tongue hung out the side of my mouth and I panted like a bitch in heat. This was not how I saw my night going.

The harder he pounded my ass the louder the sounds of his massive balls slapping my smaller ones got.

“Web that rolling chair over there, boy," he commanded.

Without even thinking, I aimed one of my arms to the rolling chair on the other side of the room and pulled it over. I don't know why I followed his orders, but it was like the situation was awakening some instinct in me, I wanted to obey him, but I knew I still needed to get out.

He pulled the chair closer behind him and took a seat, not taking his cock out of my ass as he did so and dragging me with him. I gasped, worried he would cause the webbing to finally snap and ruin my element of surprise, but he thankfully didn't have the chair far back enough. Though I could tell it wouldn't be long before they were ready to give and I could try to turn the tables.

He held me firmly and thrusted upwards into me while moving me up and down like a living fleshlight. I moaned and whimpered as he began to really hit my g-spot at that angle. He grabbed my jaw and turned my head to the side to face him.

“Say it," he growled.

“W-What?" I spat.

“'Harder Daddy,'" he said flashing a fanged grin. “Say it, pup."

“N-No…"

I may have been feeling a lot of pleasure in that moment, but I still didn't want to give him the satisfaction.

His expression changed to anger and he immediately found my nipple through my suit with his other paw and pinched it hard, making me squeal.

“Say it, you little runt!"

I whimpered as he tightened his grip on my nipple and twisted. I involuntarily clenched my tailhole, making him moan deeply. He kept a firm grip on my chin with his other paw while continuing to squeeze my nipple with the other, never ceasing his thrusts into my tailhole.

“Want to see if I can make webs shoot out of these nips?" He threatened. “Say 'harder Daddy,' like a good pup. Say it. Say it!"

“HARDER DADDY!" I howled.

His paw quickly let go of my nipple and he wrapped his strong arm around my body, while sliding his other paw from my chin and into my mouth, shoving his fingers inside as he began to thrust as hard as he could into me.

I let out several moans of pleasure as the bear speared my prostate, sending waves of ecstasy through my body.

“Good boy," he panted in my ear.

I gasped, feeling him thrust slow and hard into me. I licked and sucked his fingers, feeling my own cock bobbing up and down as he forced me down on his cock repeatedly. Even though I was still focused on getting my drive back and stopping him, I couldn't deny just how good the grizzly's cock felt as it bulged in and out of my belly. I wanted to feel him cum inside me, to feel the warmth of his seed as it filled my belly. The more he shoved it against my prostate, the nearer I got to my own climax.

That's when it dawned on me… I couldn't cum here! Not like I wasn't able to, I could feel it building more and more, but if I did end up shooting all over his desk, I'd be giving Fisk a perfect DNA sample of mine! With all the resources the Kodiak bear possessed, it wouldn't take him long to find out Spider-Pup was Peter Barker. The most powerful crime boss in the would be able to send whoever he wanted after me… or my friends and family. I needed to resist.

I moaned and grunted, clenching against his thrusts as I did my best to hold in my impending orgasm. Fuck, I really hoped he wouldn't give me a reach around. I whimpered as he growled in my ear.

“Mmm, you should come by Fisk Tower more often, pup. I'm always in the mood to fill a tight hole like yours. I'll even be gentler next time."

He took his paw out of my mouth and stuck it up the top half of my costume, rubbing the fur of my chest and beginning to thrust harder and faster. My eyes began to tear up under my mask as I continued to try and hold my orgasm in, but it was getting so hard. My paws clenched into fists and I gritted my teeth, trying to think about anything else.

“I hope you've got room in your belly, runt," he said with a chuckle, “because the Kinkpin's cumshots are legendary!"

I couldn't even talk, I was so focused on resisting my painful orgasm. All I could respond with were some whimpers and whines, which got a laugh out of him.

“That's it, pup," he whispered in my ear, “whimper for me."

My ears folded over and I whimpered pathetically, my high pitch cries echoing throughout his office. It was humiliating, but I hoped that it would bring on his orgasm soon so I mine would finally die down.

“How badly do you want it?" He asked.

My fists clenched tighter.

“Ahh waah ehh!" I whimpered incomprehensibly.

I yelped as he took hold of my nipple again.

“What was that, boy?" He mocked. “I can't understand your mumbling!"

“AHHH! I WANT IT NOW!" I screamed, tearfully. “GIVE ME YOUR LOAD DADDY! I WANT IT ALL!"

He huffed before slamming me down hard on his cock and letting out a roar so loud, I'm sure the city heard it outside the broken window. I clenched hard against his cock, feeling it erupt inside me at the same time, but thankfully my efforts prevailed, as my throbbing member managed to hold out.

He continued to hold me there as his member pumped what felt like pint after pint of the crime boss' seed. I could feel my belly already start to expand. I looked down at my ankles and my eyes widened. The webbing was only hanging on by a thread. As long as he didn't catch on, I thought I could get the drop on him during our afterglow. I just sat there on his cock and panted, letting him fill me. We sat there in silence for a few minutes, his hot breath hitting the back of my neck as his orgasm seemed to never end.

“Mmmm," he growled, rubbing my expanding belly. “Now your mine, pup."

“Th-Thank you, daddy…" I said, playing to his ego.

He placed his paw on top of my head and pet the top of my mask.

“See, you can be a good boy and learn your place."

I quickly broke free of his grip and spun him around in his chair, aiming both my web shooters at him and webbing him to the chair, as it spun the web around it. I didn't stop until I was sure ten layers of webbing were wrapped around him.

Fisk dizzily tilted his head back and forth while I tried to get my suit pants back on. I leaned over to him and casually fished the drive out of his pocket.

“Thank you!" I snarked.

The bear began to growl and pulled at my webbing. I instinctively took a step back just in case it wouldn't hold him, but relaxed once I was sure I'd used enough. Just to be safe I walked over behind him, wheeled his chair over to the opposite wall and stuck it against there for good measure.

I looked at the bear, his torso all webbed to the chair and wall, while his waist hung off the bottom half of the chair, dick still exposed, dripping with cum.

“Release me, pup!" He commanded.

“Mmm, no, I don't think I will," I teased. “But it would be rude of me not to at least clean you up first…"

I firmly gripped his cock in my paw and stroked it. He grunted and squirmed.

“Careful, my paws can get pretty sticky if I get spooked," I warned.

The Kinkpin let out a growl.

“If you think there won't be consequences—Ah!"

I quickly started stroking him again before getting on my knees.

“Oh, don't make me web your muzzle too," I mocked. “Now let's see here…"

I opened my mouth while looking up and making eye contact with him before taking his thick shaft into my mouth and licking the icing off the tip. He gasped and moaned satisfyingly. I moaned back, enjoying the taste of the musky bear cum. He may have been a supervillain, but cum was cum to my greedy muzzle.

“Oh, pup," he panted, “you might get another reward after all."

I moaned back and worked his cock like I was giving him a blowjob, edging him. I had a special, but fitting punishment for him. He wiggled around while I bobbed up and down on his grizzly cock and groped his balls. He panted hard as he neared orgasm. The instant I felt his balls start to recede I pulled my mouth off it and let it die down.

“Huh? Hey!" He remarked. “I was almost there."

“Oh, did I stop to early?" I teased. “Let me try again…"

I opened my mouth and began teasing his cock with my tongue again. He growled in frustration but began to get hard again in my muzzle as I wrapped it around his shaft. I wouldn't stick around much longer, didn't want to press my luck.

He squirmed in the chair, grunting and growling as I teased him to another orgasm. He tried to hump against my mouth, but I was the one in control this time and after working him for a few minutes, I figured it was time to make my escape.

I let him nearly orgasm a second time before stopping and standing up.

“Would love to do this to you all night Urson, but I've really got to investigate what's on this drive before morning."

“You'll regret this, pup," he growled. “But most importantly, you'll be back for more eventually."

“I'm sure I will," I said as I walked backwards to the broken window. “Maybe next time with some FBI agents to ask you a few questions. Chao, Fisk."

I waved goodbye before running out the window and into the night. I swung a few miles away from Fisk Tower before landing on a rooftop and calling Gwen.

“Finally," she answered. “I was starting to get worried. Did you get the data on the drive?"

“Uh, yeah… also got a little more than I bargained for from Fisk," I said

“More than you bargained for?" She asked.

“I'll spare you the details, but let's just say I got to see why he's also called 'The Kinkpin.'"

“Oh… Oh wow!" She said suddenly realizing it. “Are you… okay?"

“Nothing a good 5-hour shower won't fix."

“You're burning that costume when you get home right?"

“Yeah, probably need to make a new one after tonight."

“Wait, you didn't leave any… you know, DNA in Fisk's office, right?"

“Took a lot of will power, but no, I didn't."

“Thank fuck."

“Alright, let's get this evidence compiled into—"

A weird noise took my attention away from the call as I looked to my left to see a strange neon wormhole appear out of thin air. It seemed to twitch and glitch like it was unstable.

“Now what?" I asked. “Gwen, you seeing this?"

“Uh, yeah…" Gwen muttered.

Just then someone emerged from the portal, some strange looking characters. They weren't Anthros, they weren't anything like I'd ever seen, but they were dressed like… me? Their costumes were really similar, very nice designs. One had similar eyes, but the suit color scheme was white, pink, blue, and black, with a hood over their mask. The other was a badass punk looking Spider-Man with spikes all up and down his suit, man he made me feel underdressed with just my collar.

“Wolf-Spider?" The first one asked, the voice was female.

“Spider-Pup, actually… but that name sounds way cooler. And you guys are Spider… Aliens!" I guessed.

The spiky Spidey checked his watch before saying,

“Says Earth-621, must have hit the wrong digit."

“Well, might as well try and recruit another one," the female Spidey spoke.

She raised her hand.

“Spider-Woman," she introduced herself.

“'Woman'?" I asked, confused. “Is that what you call 'Anthros' on your home planet?"

“Oh, Miguel is going to love you," she groaned.

The taller, spikier Spider-guy raised his hand.

“Spider-Punk, and would you look at that, we both shop at the same store."

Spider-Punk calmly walked over to me and looked me up and down before playfully touching one of the spikes on my collar, testing the sharpness.

“I like this one," he said in a British accent, “let's keep 'em!"

“You've barely even introduced yourself to him, Hobie." The other one remarked.

Her voice sounded so familiar.

“Fine, lemme try an' get to know 'em," he replied before turning back to me. “How do you feel about cops?"

“They think they're above the law and avoid accountability, which is funny because that's exactly how most of them describe me."

He put his arm over my shoulder and looked back at Spider-Woman.

“Well, there you go."

“Alright then, Spider-Pup," I knew her voice. “Wanna see if you'd like to join our club?" Who the hell was she?

Then it hit me!

“Gwen!" I yelped.

“Yeah?" I heard my Gwen ask over the comms.

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