Overflowing black: Harem of Symbiotes

MJ was sitting around Peter and Gwen's new labs doing guard duties for the night. A proper security company was about to put some decent guards up tomorrow, but for today, the girl was the only one standing in there and protecting the place. There wasn't any expensive special experimental drug yet, but the equipment could be sold by a lot of people in the black market, so there was a need to protect the place. That was why the massive woman was just watching some action movies on her phone while sitting in the main room of the lab.

Dressed in a black leather jacket and a pair of jeans, the redhead had only a police baton and a taser—nothing fancy to protect herself. She didn't have a license to get a weapon, so the only guns she was carrying were her arms.

MJ took a second to smile since she was really proud of his man and girl. The girl was not only happy for Peter and Gwen but also relieved they were putting their talents to good use. She was actually worried that all the bullying that the boy had endured would have affected him in the long run, MJ always blamed herself for not being there for them when they needed to. However, now, as she sat on that chair in her hubby's lab and with her children inside her, she felt a strange sense of relief.

"Tsk . . . Peter left me in this place alone . . .what a girl had to do to get her ass eaten?" The woman muttered to herself before getting distracted by the sound of a window breaking. With a jump, she got up from the chair and looked at the strange entity that had just broken the glass and was walking around the lab with a lost gaze.

She was strange, tall, slim, and without any human features except two arms, two legs, and a pair of black voids that could be her eyes. With a body completely made of chitin, as if her black skin were a living layer of armor, a set of red wings like silk that twisted and blended around her like a crimson cape, and a face that was just a mass of ivory plates twisting in a pair of horns and two black eyes, she looked around the place. However, this strange creature was still a little bit smaller than the giant Amazon that already pulled out her baton.

"Who the fuck are you?!" MJ roared, her voice more akin to a lioness or a tigress than a proper human. The woman's massive muscles were quivering as the grip on her weapon was so firm that veins were building from her hand.

A voice rumbled inside the redhead's mind; it was like the buzzing of a swarm of bugs creating something similar to a voice. "Tell me, where is the king?" the strange creature asked with a calm tone. She had a simple and clear goal, something so basic for her as breathing or eating food.

The girl raised an eyebrow, confused. "I don't know what you are talking about!" She snarled as her back was already arching as some kind of wild cat. MJ could feel the blood pumping, the pressure in her veins increasing and the sweet nectar of adrenaline muffling any rational thought.

"You have his stench on you; don't play around," the hornet monster asked back, smelling Peter and Venom's essence deep into MJ's body. That chemical stench that marked her enemies, a signal that she needed to purge them from this earth. She didn't know why, just that she needed to do it.

There was this jolt of violence inside MJ that pushed her to stand her ground. Venom parts inside her had given her body an order, and she would unconsciously obey it; the girl would stand her ground.

It was a second, an instant she had to land an attack before the monster knew what her intentions were. So, the woman pounced forward, swinging the baton so fast in the air that it almost bent under the pressure of the attack as it slayed the air in order to hit that thing on the head. She was there to protect Peter; what kind of woman would not be able to defend her husband?

A loud thud sound rumbled across the lab as the stick crashed against the estranged monster's crescent moon-shaped head. That thing didn't move an inch. MJ felt it in her wrist; it was like trying to strike a column of pure steel—something so big, so durable, so resistant that it was made to endure hundreds of years of tectonic movements, harsh climates, and time. Defeating that thing felt like trying to demolish a skyscraper with her hands alone.

There was a second where the creature looked at her trying to understand what she had done, after all the idea of something so weak attacking her was confusing to say the least. "That hostility is unwise," the monster buzzed back, and before she knew it, MJ was engraved on the wall of the lab.

So fast was the strike that the girl didn't know what had happened. In one moment, she was in front of that strange creature, and in the next, her back had cracked the wall behind her. Even the pain took a few seconds to arrive as this sharp and pointed cascade of needles burst out her spine and then to the rest of her body, forcing her to let out a muffled moan of agony while a string of blood came out of the muscular woman's gums.

MJ let out a raspy breath while the woman could feel a familiar pain but ten times worse. A sharp agony came from her chest each time that she took air into her. Similar to that time when she got one broken rib in a fight a few years ago, but instead of being only one single prick of pain, there were at least a dozen, all of them mixing and becoming this massive blob of agony instead of a single point.

As the woman's hands were shaking from pure pain, she pulled the taser out of her jacket. Not a single sliver of doubt or fear in her slow movements. Those now bloodshot eyes looked at the insectoid creature with pure determination and rage. So as she extended her arm to shoot that creature, she felt something strange . . . cold.

A small and impossible-thin string of silk was woven around her arm, and before she could press the trigger, it cut it. The woman opened her eyes wide as the arch of blood coming out of her now amputated limb splattered all over her and the floor. That arm, that she had spent countless hours training and building up muscle on it. Pain, tears, and sweat poured while lifting dumbbells, pulling machines, and just using it to strike her opponents. One of her biggest pride was now . . . gone. Just there, lying unable to move on the ground as the crimson liquid poured out of her body.

MJ felt fear, just straight out pure dread running across her veins as she looked at the sheer horror in front of her. She wanted to cry; she wanted to beg for mercy; she wanted to give up. There was not a single cell in her body that didn't tell the girl she should stop right now. However, her body always told the woman that. When she was trying and fighting, that constant winning made her just stop and give up.

She gave a step forward and then another and another, her body boiling with sheer anger, rage, and determination. Adrenaline just flooded her brain as her body didn't feel as if she was running; she was floating, flying with a pair of crimson wings of pure and immaculate wrath. Those trembling fingers now coiled back into a fist, and she struck that monster in the face so hard that her phalanges broke, and the sound of the impact made all the small glass tools of the lab shake.

On that second that her bloody fist crashed with the ivory chitin, she felt it. The monster had moved just a fraction of a centimeter. That impenetrable fortress, that impossible tall wall, that colossal barrier that she had never thought she could pass, got a small dent. Even if it was useless, even if it was a waste of her life, even if her whole body and mind were chastising her for making such a stupid decision. All that boiling sea of sheer rage bubbling in her veins could just cheer her up.

"Any last words?" The insect monster asked, her tone bizarre but calm as always as she stood there looking right into those bloodshot eyes with her black voids.

In her peripheral vision, she saw it. "You took your time . . ." MJ managed to mutter before a black blur was shot across the window. Why did she know that it was Peter? Easy; there was nobody else that would come to save her.