My name is Jennifer Walters... (Futa/F, Mary Jane/She Hulk, BJ, Anal, Buke)

Story by Darkflight

This is the story as requested in another thread, hope people like it. There's a death as background to get the people where they are now. The story works as a stand alone, but could be continued if the response is good for that.

My name is Jennifer Walters... and I think I'm in love. I hope it lasts this time. Kinda sucks for her, how she got to this place. But I think she's happy to be here, not that it makes how she got here very pleasent. We fell asleep after making love. Her cock is hard and still in my ass. Morning wood. I usually toss and turn, but she worn me out. She's prolly worn out too, she hasn't moved since we fell asleep anyway.

　

Not sure I can explain how we got to here, but I'll try. Her name is Mary-Jane Watson-Parker. Peter Parker's widow. He died like six months back saving the U.N., maybe the world. Prolly the world. A few wars would probably have broken out had the U.N. gone up. Red Skull was in on it at least. Lots of heroes go hurt, Steve... Captian America that is, he was in the hospital for a few weeks. Wolverine just over night, he heals fast, so fast that going to the hospital at all tells you something. Wolverine knew Spiderman had a wife, that's Peter if you didn't know. He got Nick Fury to put a LMD in her place while we got her into protection. That's a Life-Model-Decoy. It's like a robot, they can pass for a human no problem, passing for a specific person can be tricky though, depends how well their program is and how well you know the person.

　

We didn't know for sure if Mary-Jane was in any danger, but if we waited to see if she was, from her late husband's enemies, our first sign of trouble might have been her death. Hence the LMD in her place. The real Mary-Jane had been living in a S.H.I.E.L.D. safe house. From what I hear she'd been fine the first month or two. Well, aside from losing her husband. But then the LMD started going to her auditions, Mary-Jane is an actress you see and appearences had to be kept up. Then the LMD got a part on Broadway. And not like the real Mary-Jane can just up and take the LMD's place cause she doesn't know the part. As you can imagine Mary-Jane is just all kinds of depressed. It didn't help that the play was a big hit either.

　

Now Nick Fury can be a hard one to figure out. He's such a hard-ass he could give Wolverine a few lessons. But he can be a softy too if you pay attention to the whole picture, Wolvey too for that matter. So Nick sends the word out that he wants some people that have ever worked with Spidey to spend a little time with Mary-Jane. Pre-suicide watch came to mind, but I found it hard to believe it was specifically that. I wasn't gonna second guess Nick though. I wasn't the first one to sit with her, prolly the 5th or 6th. I was finishing a big case as Jennifer Walters. That is, I'm a lawyer when I'm "normal", as a hero I'm She-Hulk, big, mean, and green. I don't think I could chose just one life or the other, both are in my blood.

　

So I'm looking at like two weeks with her in Upstate New York. Maybe 24/7, maybe I go out and come back, nothing more than a few errands or shopping for something. Though could always get S.H.I.E.L.D. to pick up anything we wanted, pick up Key Lime pie in Floridia or champane in Paris. Not that I planned to take advantage of the situation, but we could if we wanted. The thing is, she must have noticed the new pattern of company for what it was, so I got to wondering what would really cheer her up. Not the nice gesture kind of cheering up either, but what would last, movies she could rewatch, bath soaps, fluffy towels that didn't just come from the Helicarrier's laundry rooms. Stuff like that. I even brought a vibrator, not that I was gonna give it to her right off, but see IF she might want one, and IF there was also a moment that wouldn't be too weird to give it to her. So I figure I'd have to connect with her as a friend too. I was gonna try to connect with her anyway. That'd be a whole present in and of itself if I could pull it off I thought.

　

So off I went, Wolvie was there. I know he's got a thing for red-heads, can't imagine him keeping anyone company otherwise. We talk when I get there. Logan, that's Wolvie, and I talked. He didn't think she was in any danger, but she needed something new if she was every gonna start living again. Some depression is like that though, you can't really make IT better, you got to find something to go TO before you can leave the IT behind as far as your focus goes. Wolvie is actually pretty good at understanding pain, and not just the physical kind. He se I get what I meant enough to leave her in my hands. So he takes off and I enter the house.

　

And there she is, Mary-Jane, pretty

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