Spiderman: Venom

The two of them saw MJ convulsing on the floor, twisting as though she were experiencing some sort of seizure.

"Pete, it was only lemon and lime juice, I swear! I made it earlier with Poison, and I even tested it—it was safe," Gwen pleaded with Peter, desperate for him to believe her. Hurting MJ was something she'd never do.

Peter muttered curses under his breath as he scrambled to grab a pillow—anything—to place under MJ's head to stop it from hitting the floor.

Gwen stood frozen behind the counter. "No, no, Pete, I wouldn't! It was just juice, I swear—"

Her sentence was cut short when MJ shot up, raised her hands, and launched webs at Gwen, trapping her hands and torso against the counter.

"WE ARE MUSE!" MJ shrieked, as a pure white substance began to engulf her body.

Unlike Poison or Venom, there was no spider insignia on her form. Instead, shifting black blobs slithered across her skin, resembling a twisted Rorschach test. Her hair now blazed a deeper shade of fiery red and cascaded freely down her back.

They could see her defined muscles tense as she inspected her new form. Her hands trailed down her arms, giggling softly, before moving over her torso and legs, her hair whipping dramatically as she straightened.

Peter was stunned. There weren't supposed to be any other symbiotes. He was certain there was only his and the one he had created. Yet here stood another—unmistakably a symbiote—looming over him.

"Petey Petey Pete Pete," she chattered incessantly. "What little secrets have you been hiding from us, Peter?"

"Mmm, it's fine. We forgive you, Petey Pete. But Gwen, oh Gwennie Gwen-Gwen, you naughty, naughty girl. Yes, we hear her. We hear Muse. She whispers all your naughty thoughts, Mommy. Longing for our tighty-whities, oh yes, longing for our special places."

Muse began pacing behind the counter, glaring at both of them. Her symbiotic flesh writhed and shifted until it mimicked Poison's color scheme. "But no, no, no. That's not what we want. We enjoy the man meat, not the girl slots. No licking and rubbing for naughty Gwennie. No, no."

Gwen stood paralyzed with shock. She knew Peter had the power to transform others—she was living proof—but MJ too?

Peter finally snapped out of his daze. "MJ, it's okay, we can help you!" He held his hands out in a gesture of peace, trying to avoid escalating the situation. When Poison first emerged, it was feral and uncontrollable, forcing a fight. Though Gwen helped him then, he didn't want to risk MJ getting hurt now.

"Fix? Petey, there's nothing to fix. She wants us. We want us. We love us. Mmm, mmm, mmm. We feel amazing," Muse hissed, running her hands sensuously down her sides and up again. "We like this," she growled. Her skin shifted once more, darkening to black with a white spider emblem like Venom's. "And we know you do too."

"Gwen, anytime now," Peter said, his tone urgent, glancing toward her. Gwen, however, was still tightly bound to the counter, and Peter had been hoping she'd already started freeing herself.

"It's going to take a while. Her webs are just as strong as yours," Gwen admitted, struggling to apply her dissolving web fluid to her restraints. She strained against the bonds, but Poison yelped in pain as the webbing tore at her skin.

"Okay, I'll help you in a second. But right now, MJ, you've got to calm down, alright? We can figure this out."

Peter was completely at a loss. One of his abilities allowed him to create symbiote hosts, but how had Muse come into existence? He shot a glance at Gwen, who only shrugged, just as bewildered as he was.

"Gwen, you said it was just juice, didn't you?" Peter pressed.

"It was! Poison, you little shit—what did you do?"

More delicious treats, more meat for Mommy. Yum, yum, yes, yes.

"Oh no, Pete," Gwen muttered. "Poison did this. She spawned—and infected MJ."

"She can do that?" he yelled in disbelief.

"How would I fucking know?" Gwen shot back.

Muse's face split into an unsettling grin, and she threw her head back with maniacal laughter. Her form shifted once again, reverting to its white-and-black state.

"You two are so screwed. Poor Petey can't even handle his girlfriend, and little Gwennie thought she'd join the fun." MJ stood tall, her expression mocking. "You're both idiots," she spat.

"This isn't you, MJ. The symbiotes mess with your mind. They flood your body with pleasure chemicals—it's like a drug high you don't want to come down from," Peter tried to explain calmly.

He wanted to de-escalate things. Fighting MJ wasn't an option, but this time, Gwen—or Poison—had clearly gone too far.

"This isn't me?" MJ retorted. "Maybe this is who I really am."

The white armor of the symbiote began retracting into her skin, leaving behind her pale, flawless flesh.

"This is me, Peter." She stood completely bare, stretching her arms wide. "Mary Fucking Jane Fucking Watson. The doormat. But not anymore. Now, we are more. We are free."

"Look at me!" she bellowed. "Look at what Gwennie did! All wrapped up for Daddy Pete to feast on—om nom nom—but it didn't go as planned, huh, Gwennie?" MJ sighed, shaking her head. "Poison lied and schemed while your back was turned. And when you weren't looking, Muse was born. But don't worry, Tiger. We don't blame you. No, we don't."

MJ sprang forward suddenly, shoving Peter onto the couch and straddling him. "See, Gwen didn't know that symbiotes share knowledge. We know you weren't involved. We know it was all her." She pointed at Gwen. "She wanted this—wanted me for you. To make us one big happy family. Her as Mommy, and me as your little plaything. And Gwennie, that pisses us off. You took him, and everyone decided what Mary gets, without letting me choose."

Gwen strained against the webs, but despite the acid dissolving them, it was a slow process. She could only keep struggling. "MJ, I'm sorry, okay? Poison—Poison was influencing me! It wasn't me!"

MJ just shook her head, "and if we believe that, we'd believe that tiger here wasn't hard. Wasn't aching to taste us."

MJ backflipped and landed on the smaller coffee table behind her, "see. We see his eyes on us. Taking in everything, taking us, lusting for us. We smell it."

"Peter packed a potent pecker," she sang at Gwen, rubbing her hands over it.

Peter repressed a moan. MJ was gentle and he grew harder at her touch. Her hands continued to rub against the bulge. MJ stared at Gwen, waiting for her to make her choice. "Make your choice, yes or no, one question, one answer."

Gwen frowned and looked down, "Yes," she whispered, knowing full well this was what she wanted. Even if this wasn't how she wanted it.

MJ's hand glided down to his zipper where she slowly undid his pants, letting his erection spring free.

She gasped at finally seeing what he was hiding there. "Oh tiger, is that for us?" She asked as her hand found it and began to stroke it gently. "We couldn't have asked for a nicer housewarming present Gwennie. Can we see if it fits, I think it will don't you?"

With the situation developing Peter was willing but still hesitant. He had discussed this with Gwen. He knew MJ liked him. And he knew if he wasn't dating Gwen MJ would have asked him out. But did he want this? Even with Gwen's answer, he had a choice to make, no, he had already made it. Gwen, even if it was Poison, had wanted this, and now, so did he.

Sitting himself down he pulled off his pants the rest of the way and threw off his shirt.

MJ laughed, "Naughty naughty Tiger." Bending over she slid his cock into her mouth. He took it down her throat, sucking his slowly and then thrusting him back down again. Peter frowned, as it was the same technique Gwen used.

Then with a pop, she let it spring free. "You give it till I'm full." She snorted and looked over at Gwen. "Gwennie Gwennie Gwen Gwen, watch as I have him, watch as he does me."

Straddling him, she was facing Gwen and keeping eye contact, she slid him to her entrance. She moaned as she slid him inside her. 

She raised and lowered herself staring at Gwen. Peter slid into her like he was made for her. smoothly and gently, grinding up and down like it was the only thing they had been made to do.

She was a virgin but years of playing with herself took away any pain or discomfort she might have felt. All she felt now was him, all she wanted now was him.

His hands slid up her body and he kissed her neck. Each thumb and forefinger gently pulled on her sensitive nipples. She couldn't help but moan in pleasure as he drove himself into her. She cupped her own hands around his. Grasping and squeezing at her large but sensitive breasts.

"Watch us, Gwen, Watch us!"

Moving one of his hands down she moved his fingers over her clit. Once he started to rub and play with it she went to play with her own nipples. Feeling the orgasm build slowly, Peter was a burning rod deep in her. She didn't care Gwen had him first, he knew what he was doing. He rubbed each tender spot, caressing her velvet soft insides with tingling expertise.

"Watch Gwen, watch as I fuck your boyfriend. Watch as I take him from you." Muse taunted Gwen. "We loved him, you knew we loved him and yet you stole him. We take what is ours, we take what is yours."

MJ felt the first orgasm build in a wave, and she bit her lip, panting as she continued to stare at Gwen.

no, not good enough, show her he is ours now.

MJ laughed and looked up, seeing the girders above her. She aimed and shot two webs up, and pulled herself up, spreading her legs, "show her, you are ours now."

Peter looked over at Gwen, who nodded.

MJ was supporting herself on the two lines while Peter stood behind her. She opened her legs and he lifted her slightly and slid into her once more.

Gwen was staring in rapt awe at the show. She could only bite her lip as Peter's cock slid in and out of the pink velvet lips of her best friend. The wetness of her inner pink walls drove her insane, she had never seen it before, how it slid in, how it pulsed.

She wanted free to drive her tongue between them, she wanted free to join in the fun. She wanted it so badly she had even stopped trying to free herself. The scene before her hypnotised her into inaction.

Feeling the tsunami of orgasm build, MJ whispered. "Pound me, tiger, pound me hard."

With no complaint, Peter lifted her up. She leant back and her weight was held completely by his two hands and he began to piston in and out of her hard.

This was what she wanted now. A slow gentle build-up. A gentle river flowing into a raging torrent. Orgasm after orgasm thundered through her and she cried out in ecstasy.

Peter too was at his limit. He let MJ go and as she slid when his length the orgasm raged through his cock and he spurted a thick river of cum into her. He didn't care they hadn't used protection he wanted to fill her, to mark her as his and this was his way of doing so.

MJ also realised he had just finished inside her, but she wanted it. She could feel the heat of each drop and her symbiote greedily sucked it up as he tried to fill her. She lifted herself up and grabbed his cock.

Gwen watched as he sprayed cum over her pussy and stomach.

MJ's hand dipped down, lifting the white cum and sucking it from her fingers. "He is mine now."

Even as his erection wilted she let go of the two lines and knelt in front of him. She forcefully turned him, and let Gwen watch as she stroked and licked him clean.

Gwen watched in fascination. To see her boyfriend twitch and empty into her friend brought her own little world to a tipping point. Watching her boyfriend and her best friend having sex made her orgasm and she loved it.

Even Poison in her mind wanted it. As she watched MJ suck and lick Peter's cock clean, and then stroked it and saw as he came into her mouth. Gwen realised that she didn't care.

For the first time, she wanted something for herself, even if she might be told it was perverted and wrong. She wanted to be over there, licking and sucking on them both as he slid into her.

Gwen knew she had bisexual tendencies. Now she knew she wanted them both. She had wanted it and Poison had acted on her desires.

She wanted to taste where they were joined, wanted to taste the both of them together.

Most of all she wanted to be free.