Commission Story - Mary-Jane Watson Venom

A commission from one of my long term supporters, big thanks as always for the support! It's about a woman who loves her boyfriend just a little too much.

While I don't want it to become most/all of what I'm making again, yes I am doing little bits of Venom work here and there having resolved the issues I had,

The story is pasted below and linked in .doc format at the bottom if you prefer; enjoy!

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'Poor guy...' A sorrowful woman mused softly to herself as she looked down on her unconscious boyfriend. '-he never seems to catch a break.' She concluded disconsolately with a sigh.

Peter Parker A.K.A. Spider-man lay face-down on their comfortable, if humble bed. He was out cold having staggered in fresh from a fight against yet another insane supervillain.

'Shriek...' Mary-Jane Watson, his long suffering girlfriend repeated the name with a grimace of hidden rage. She felt so powerless, not least because she ultimately was.

She knew it was a natural reaction to want to protect the man she loved, but the fact that there was ultimately nothing she could do about it drove her mad!

The flame-haired woman slumped with her hands on her hips and looked away from her all-but naked bae, a certain discarded black costume catching her eye.

The strangely sultry gleam of its dark material was a thing that she'd quickly come to appreciate; it was – in her eyes at least – a big improvement from the rather gaudy red and blue he used to wear.

He'd only been wearing it for a few weeks, but while Peter often claimed he felt better than ever, she'd noticed the changes in him.

He'd become more forgetful and forceful... But at the same time he looked just like he claimed to feel: better than ever! His odd, inhuman healing seemed vastly improved, he was clearly stronger and faster than he'd ever been too.

Then there was the sex... She bit her lip as she thought about how much more lustful Peter had become.

It wasn't just the drive though, which had come to match her own, he'd gotten so much better in the sack too... especially when he kept the suit on! Something about its slick texture all over and inside her was an aphrodisiac like she'd never imagined!

MJ squatted down over the crumpled up but seamless outfit and confidently reached down to pick it up. 'I wonder what he would have done if not for this...?' She mused as she touched it and felt the cool, PVC-like texture slide frictionless through her fingers.

Indeed she'd watched his latest fight on the news... From behind the sofa as per usual, in dread that this could be his last.

She sighed just thinking about it, gritting her teeth; she knew Peter had it worse, but it was so exhausting knowing he might one day return in a body bag!

'I just wish there was something I could do...' She clenched the costume tightly as she balled up her fists and felt it almost move in response, squeaking like rubber as it did.

Something was stirring inside her as she said this, a curiosity and perhaps just a little bit of a coping mechanism... She stood up, holding the black suit by the shoulders to let it unfurl before her.

'If I had the power that he has...' She knew it was a ridiculous idea, it had been a freak accident that had given him his powers after all, but she entertained it anyway '-then maybe I could protect him!'

The idea was growing on her more and more; as she stared at the slick dark material in her hands this idea became like a burning passion.

'Then again...' She pulled her arms in to her chest and almost hugged Peter's sexy second skin. '-even if it's true that you're doing something to help him, there's no way you'd be able to help me protect him, would you?' She asked rhetorically only to jolt in surprise as she got a response... A whisper as faint as a gust of wind.

She pushed the costume away with wide-eyes and stared at it for a moment as she gathered herself. MJ let go of one shoulder and reached over the back to pull the attached hood up to look at the flat white lenses of the suit.

She held that stare and felt, just slightly, subtle movements like a soft rippling wriggle 'It's not my imagination!' She exclaimed, she was sure of it! Sure of it, but completely unsure how to process this!

She stepped to the side, carrying the loose costume with her as she continued to look at it; 'If you're alive...' Even suggesting as much sounded a little crazy, '-then you would be able to aid in his healing... And repair yourself how you do... and even make him stronger!'

It really would explain everything! 'But if you're doing all of that and he hasn't noticed...' She stepped in front of a full-length mirror and pulled the suit close to her bosom again, laying its hood over her shoulder. '-that means you don't want him to know!'

She continued this line of thought while subconsciously appreciating the slick, delightful feel of this potentially living costume. 'I get that... actually.'

'It makes sense... He has a habit of jumping the gun and acting on instinct. There's every chance he'd reject you even if you've been helping him all along!' It moved. For real this time!

MJ jumped ever so slightly as she saw its legs slide across the floor to come closer while the loose-hanging arms gently rose and wrapped around her waist. She didn't quite know the correct response here, but she was sharp enough to consider everything.

'You've been doing what I can't... In my stead!' She concluded, clearly the suit liked that as it became a little more livid, clutching her just a little tighter. 'Protecting him... how I would.'

That whisper again, a softer than soft “Protecc.” MJ nodded in response.

'Do you love him?' She asked, not sure if it came from jealousy or curiosity; perhaps both.

“Love. Yesss.” It whispered so quietly that MJ had to strain to hear it. She crossed her arms to take the hood and pull it closer to her ear. “Help you.” It whispered in a burbling and inhuman, yet enchanting voice.

'Me...?' She asked, did it mean that? 'You'd help me to protect him too?' She asked, genuinely being overcome by the excitement of that idea.

“Yesss.” It hissed but that hiss was more like the cozy whistle of a kettle on the boil than anything aggressive. MJ felt something from its tone, from its words... Love perhaps. “You. I. We. Love. Tiger.”

She knew it! This costume... alive as it was... loved her boyfriend! Loved him in such a way that it had listened to their conversations and caught on to her own pet name for her significant other!

Mary-Jane spotted the muted TV as she turned her head to listen more closely and saw the news still being broadcast: a picture of the defeated supervillainess being restrained by woefully under-armed police.

She gritted her teeth as she saw that Shriek was indeed knocked out and a little bruised, but little more than that. Peter meanwhile had returned with a huge wound where he'd been injured by that horrid woman... it drove her insane!

“Hurt. Enemies.” It seemed to say, feeling or perhaps simply hearing her frustrations. She nodded; it wasn't the right thing to do, it wasn't the thing a good girl should want... but Mary-Jane did want to hurt those who hurt Peter.

Even as she watched the newsfeed she was imagining that criminal in pieces, torn apart and little more than tatters left behind for what she'd done! 'You want that too...? Pete's too sweet, too pure to follow through and do it, though... I bet he says no.'

It frustrated her no end that these villains would keep coming back over and over again unless stopped. 'He's a spider without venom... too toothless for his own good!' She felt the suit nod in agreement.

'If it were me...' She let herself be consumed by the frustrations she'd experienced since Peter gained his powers, her helplessness as any more than moral support. 'If it were me!' Her hips wiggled as she thought about breaking bones, crushing skulls, tearing flesh... killing!

“Yessss.” The costume hissed in her ear more passionately now. “Harm them! Break them!” It was speaking her language! “But...” It paused and MJ expectantly waited, “Don't. Tell. Peter.”

Mary-Jane Watson curled her glossy lips into a most wicked smile, 'I won't tell him if you don't!' She made a promise and felt the suit caress her more forcefully now, showing its very real mobility in how it embraced her.

“Wear?” It asked in that gentle, soothing voice. She thought about it for all of a nano-second before making up her mind.

'It's normal, right...?' She asked rhetorically, 'For a woman to want to try on her lover's clothes?' The suit had no knowledge of these things so stayed silent. 'That's my way...' It clearly got the message as a slick hand slid up the back of her shirt and unfastened her bra, '-of saying yes!'

She gently pulled the suit away, letting it grab her top and pull it off along with her bra; meanwhile she felt its slick legs slide up to slip down the front of her jeans, dextrous toes unbuckling and unzipping her!

MJ could only smile and gasp in amazement, this thing was... 'Incredible!' Was the only word to describe it while she lifted one foot after the other for the suit to slide her pants and boots off.

There was nothing between them now; slick, patent-like living matter brushed across her sensitive skin and brought her blood to the boil. She didn't know where the zip was considering it was so seamless, but she didn't have to wait long to find out!

The costume opened somewhere and everywhere, it made no sense but it felt like a mouth opening up and swallowing her whole! She looked into the eyes of the now free-standing mask as it too parted like a pair of lips to bury her head inside it.

Within seconds the feeling of cold air on skin was replaced by the consummate touch of this slick living entity over her every inch. Its eyes moved around its hood like leaves floating on water to line up with her own eyes and it reshaped itself to tightly hold her bosom with perfectly sized cups.

'Wow...' Mary-Jane managed to say as she lifted a hand to stretch her fingers beneath the skintight rubbery gloves of the costume. 'You feel... sublime!' She purred and wiggled her hips inside her new outfit, the soft and slick matter slippery but comforting on her body like nothing she'd ever felt.

'Now I know why Pete's been so turned on lately!' She spoke inside the hood and felt her breath becoming moisture on the inside of the living thing she wore.

'And...' She clenched the fingers she'd outstretched and felt power! Pure power, the kind she'd only ever dreamt of: unrestrained and limitless! '-why he's been so good at everything too!'

She was grinning inside the suit and could somehow feel that it appreciated that. “Good?” It asked, limited in its vocabulary but fully understanding of the meaning.

'Very...' MJ turned towards the bed where Peter lay unconscious, '-very good!' She had eyes and a mind for only two things: Testing out this new power... And rewarding Pete for his bravery!

Her desires were running rampant, enhanced beyond even her own considerable libido and she knew why. 'You're making me...' She began as she lowered to crawl onto the bed, astounded by her own flexibility and poise as she did so, imitating Spider-man's own elegance, '-hornier!'

“Yes.” It eventually answered but didn't hiss, giving the impression that it was embarrassed at being found out. MJ crawled over Peter's prone form and reached a slick hand towards his white trunks.

'Oh I'm not cross.' MJ answered, but stopped as she saw the white boxer shorts become like liquid and slurp into her palm to strip Peter almost instantly... Even his underwear was a lie!

'If you want sex... And I want sex... And it will make us stronger...' She'd figured it out already and felt her costume ripple as if surprised at her wisdom, '-then why deny ourselves what we crave?!' She finished as she effortlessly flipped the full-grown man over.

“Wake. Him?” The suit asked, worried about crossing a line it shouldn't. It knew the boundaries and Mary-Jane appreciated that more than it could know.

'~Mmm~ no.' She responded, kneeling on all-fours over her sleeping mate, 'He's mine... And he's yours... He wouldn't say no... So let's just...' MJ licked her lips as she lowered her hips onto his and felt the costume between them shiver and vibrate, '-give him the kind of dream he'll remember!'

As she felt the lump of engorged meat harden between them, she lowered onto her elbow and stroked the face she – and apparently her costume – loved. '~Mmm~ Sleep, my lovely hero, sleep!' She purred and felt her connection with the suit grow as they did something together.

Her fingertips became like living oil and grew into thin, deft tentacles which she carefully slid into Spider-man's ears; he twitched, just a little but she made sure to be as gentle as possible.

'~Shhh~' She hushed him as her living suit slid its feelers into his cranium and smothered his brain. 'You get a good...' She poured pleasure and sleep hormones into his mind, '-hard...' he certainly was '-sleep!'

As she retrieved her invasive fibrils she felt the sensation she'd come to adore only this time it was just a little different. Normally the slick black rubber inside her was introduced wrapped around her significant other, this time it was tight to every last inch of her as she welcomed her Tiger's manhood inside.

'~HNNN!~' MJ bit her lip in delight, 'We'll deal...' Her movements as she fucked him were hard and swift yet smooth and metronomic, '-with everything!' She promised her sleeping beauty, seeing nothing wrong with what she was doing.

Revelling in her power and sexual high, Mary-Jane Watson brought herself the highest of highs as she savoured every last drop of her handsome man's eventual delivery.

She buzzed with the warmth of her afterglow and while she would normally be left panting and exhausted, instead she felt empowered, flooded with energy which she realised was all the work of her living suit!

'~Ahhh~' She sighed and sat straight atop Peter, 'So that's what you want!' She concluded, 'Well...' She purred as her hands danced over her body and the second skin caked over it, '-there's plenty more where that came from!' She giggled naughtily, fact is she was already eager for round two!

“Emotion. Lust. Love. Excitement. Fear...” The living black costume reeled off straight into her mind, seemingly just as close to her brain as she's pushed it to Peter's own. “Food for me!”

She nodded in understanding, that all made sense and was a blessed relief that it would be as easy to care for as simply living her best life! 'Speaking of food...' She turned her head towards the still muted TV to catch the very end of the coverage about Shriek.

If the Mary-Jane of a few minutes ago had wanted to tear that woman to pieces, then this Mary-Jane wanted to do sooo much worse! 'You want food?' She growled excitedly, grinning viciously beneath her hood 'All the lovely secretions of a human brain?!'

She could feel that the costume was almost frightened by her thought processes, but it was equally excited! 'Then how about...' She rose effortlessly and elegantly off the bed to move towards the TV. 'We find some more exotic flavours for you to enjoy?!'

It liked that, she could feel that it too wanted to grin, so grin she let it! She'd already come to appreciate its ability to shape-shift and turn her body into liquid too, so it really wasn't much to bring the suit so close that it melded with her body and shaped the pair of them into an all new, all terrifying species of Spider!

MJ's own grin became a shared grin; their mouth would have stretched from ear-to-ear if only they had ears! They formed a new face of huge, ravenous fangs as their whole bodies bonded on a deep, indivisible level to become one glistening, dark predator.

The news flicked over to another story just as MJ was plotting out the vengeance they would take against Shriek; her fingers slowly stretched and ejected huge razor-sharp claws on their tips as she thought about it.

Another story began, shaking her out of her bloodlust just a little; in frustration MJ willed the suit to stretch out a feeler and retrieve the remote. She unmuted it and listened to the news anchor.

“This latest string of destruction has left many people wondering why all of this is happening here, in our beautiful city. Others still are asking: If it weren't for Spider-man, would any of this even be happening?” MJ's huge fangs closed tight enough to make a perfect seal as she gnashed them together in anger.

'The ingrates!' She snarled, her new frightening and ravenous mouth salivating in fury.

“One such person is a reporter from the Daily Bugle by the name of Eddie Brock.” The anchorman continued. “In a story published just today, the star reporter of New York's best selling paper argues that rather than the solution to the Supervillain epidemic, Spider-man is in fact a huge part of the problem! Eddie Brock joins me now...”

'Part of the problem?!' Mary-Jane snarled, green saliva spraying from her alien features as she splayed her fingers aggressively. 'He fights! He protects! He stops this madness...' In her anger she flicked her tongue out and it became a long, thick, flailing organ dripping with her poison-like spittle.

'And creatures like this... Brock... dare to call him part of the problem?!' She was livid, the suit too almost writhed in fury. 'No... Nononono!' She refused to allow it!

'Our Tiger might be a spider without venom, but we can do what he can't! We can be that venom!' She began to laugh gutturally as she thought about it, tensing her body out to fully engage the suit and pump it through her muscles like steroids.

Her body became rock-hard as she tensed herself up and drove her fury through the roof; she prepared herself, made herself a weapon that would seek vengeance on her boyfriend's behalf... Vengeance in blood, sex and violence!

'Yessss!' She hissed, features dripping with malevolent slaver, 'We are Venom... And we will savour our vengeance in its entirety!'

Lost in the moment as she listened to Brock's hate-filled words, MJ let everything become a blur and what happened next became something only her body would remember by the morning!

Mary-Jane felt pain introduce itself into the world of dark warmth she'd fallen into. Like spikes being thrust into her brain something was attacking her!

Barely aware, merely flailing, she awoke just enough to swing her hand at the source of the pain and felt something soft and crunchy evaporate beneath her balled up fist; the pain disappeared as her alarm clock became shrapnel.

She opened her eyes and quickly blinked them instinctively as per her morning routine; by this time in the morning the sun was streaming directly onto her bed and yet she wasn't blinded by it today.

Opening her eyes again she felt the warm rays of sunlight land directly on her eyes and somehow it felt almost pleasurable. Without thinking she looked towards the source of the light and focused her eyes on the sun, seeing its outline and corona how human eyes were never meant to.

'Huh...' She hummed and sat up in one smooth, effortless motion; that too felt strange and impossible, but answers quickly came her way as her memory sharpened.

She looked down to the abs she'd used to so effortlessly sit up and was reminded that she was perfectly shredded, her muscles sculpted to perfection; she raised a hand and saw the same represented across her body.

'Ah...' She smiled, 'How could I forget?' She giddily asked and turned to her left only to find her bed otherwise empty. 'He's gone out...' She realised.

It wasn't like Peter to be up and out so early in the morning, the sun was just up after all but clearly his extra long sleep had left him rested and energetic; MJ smiled that it had all worked out so well.

The details of the previous day were a little fuzzy, her head not exactly spinning, but tingling with a certain something like excitement and satisfaction. She'd done something bad... really bad last night and yet that felt anything but regrettable!

Turning back to her right she saw something out of the ordinary: a gift box perched on the foot of the bed. 'A present...' She bent forwards and almost slithered onto all fours how humans can't then crawled excitedly towards the dark box.

It bore a familiar texture: pitch black picked out with deep blue glossy reflections and neatly tied with a pure white rubbery bow. '-for me?' She beamed in excitement.

She untied the bow with dainty but artful movements and slowly lifted the lid, peering in with eyes like saucers. 'Ooh!' She exclaimed as she saw what was inside.

Flipping the lid off, MJ quickly thrust her hands inside and pulled out not one but two pieces of clothing and there were still more inside! 'Wow, it's beautiful!' She giggled and bounced up onto her feet with an understated superhuman act.

'Oh I love these pants!' She smiled excitedly as she looked at the black latex leggings, '-and a tank-top?' Not her usual style, but it did look good in black rubber.

She pulled them in to her body and felt the now familiar cold slickness of unworn, untarnished fetish wear on her skin; she looked down and realised she'd slept in her underwear.

'~Hmmmm?~' She pulled the garments aside and looked down at her slightly glossy white bra and panties. 'Come on... You don't think I forgot that easily, do you?' And as if on command, those exact undergarments came to life and swam on her skin, taking on the same glossy texture.

'Nuh-uh...' Mary-Jane smiled wickedly, 'I don't think I need underwear when you're what I'm wearing!' She puckered her lips as she watched and felt the remnants of the living suit liquefy and rejoin the clothes in her hands.

'~Mhmm!~' She nodded and pushed the top against her chest; just like that it too took on a life of its own and sloshed around her body to dress her while the pants wriggled free of her grip to elastically slap around her lower half.

'Come on! Less beating around the bush!' She demanded and snatched up the box; 'I want all of you on all of me!' She insisted and upturned the box; it had contained a stylish coat and a pair of head-stomping boots but once upturned that all became a black rubber shower that swirled around her to form her new wardrobe!

She looked down and regarded the slightly loose-fitting coat then posed to look at the thick rubber and big buckles of her boots, 'Perfect!' She puckered her lips and put her living costume to work yet again.

A tendril ejected from her shoulder and shaped into lipstick which she artfully swept across her lips to paint them black in a single pass. To follow that up she ejected a puff of black powder in front of her that sucked towards and clung to her face as if by static, becoming makeup.

'Oh where have you been all my life?!' Mary-Jane giggled, her face perfectly applied in seconds! 'How's about we step out for some breakfast?' She asked rhetorically, she already knew that her new partner would be more that delighted by the idea!

With a newfound swagger reflecting the new confidence she felt, MJ swept towards the door and raised a hand that coated itself in a tight black glove en-route.

She didn't know where she planned to go or what she wanted to eat, but wherever she chose was gonna be great with this new lease on life she'd found!

The woman who now creaked softly with each stride considered this as she approached the front door of their pokey apartment, she'd not felt this good since... ever, most likely!

She felt like she could do anything, go anywhere and be happy with whatever she found herself doing, so when opportunity knocked she was delighted to answer:

As she stepped out of the door, she heard the ruckus from down the hallway... Something fell and smashed, there was stomping about and hushed panic coming from an ajar neighbour's door.

Normally Mary-Jane would quietly slink back inside and call the cops, but that was so yesterday! This Mary-Jane felt not only capable, but duty-bound to do something about this.

Her boots stomped as she marched down the hall, undoubtedly loud enough to be heard if the criminals were listening; she counted on it! “Disguise?” The suit asked with a whisper in her mind; she silently nodded and an instant later the costume had formed a pair of black aviator sunglasses over her eyes.

'Hey. Hey! Hear that? Think someone's coming, homie!' 'Shit! You got ya piece?' 'Ahuh.' Oh goodie, Mary-Jane thought... A little ballistic trauma in the morning! The costume quickly and soothingly eased her fears with the promise that it wouldn't let them hurt her.

The door swung open and a young robber filled with adrenaline swung a weapon into the empty doorway; there was nobody there! His hand was shaking as he quickly shuffled forwards only to be stopped – quite literally - dead in his tracks!

A figure clad in black and trailing a loose flapping coat swung down from above, vaulting into the room using the top of the door-frame; she kicked the gun-wielding crook with both feet as she did, but even Mary-Jane was unprepared for the results!

The explosion of pink mist that trailed the flying, beheaded body was enough of a surprise, but even before she'd landed, the first time killer felt something strange... The soles of her boots tasted great!

Like honey roasted chicken cooked to perfection a feeling of deliciousness crept up MJ's body as the remnants of her first victim soaked into her thick sentient boots. She landed majestically but also slightly woozily, licking her top lip almost instinctively.

The dark clad woman processed and overcame this curious development as she watched the victim of her unintentional manslaughter smash into his friend, knocking him to the ground.

By the time the second man had shot up, barely processing his friend's fate, she was already in the ruined apartment with eyes set on him behind her dark glasses. 'Yo, bitch!' He exclaimed bravely, levelling his assault rifle towards her, 'Eat this!'

She moved faster than the human eye, darting to one side and leaping up to vault off the wall, flipping over as bullets appeared where she'd been. The sound was deafening, louder than MJ had ever thought it would be, but that just riled her up even more!

As she span through the air, she ran on the ceiling to continue her superhuman dodge that closed the gap in milliseconds and by the time her foe could adjust his aim, she'd landed in front of him holding his gun with a powerful gloved hand.

'Criminal!' She hissed angrily and squeezed. The way she'd accidentally decapitated her first enemy wasn't by accident it seemed as the precision manufactured firearm crumpled between her fingers like a toilet paper tube that she snatched away from the shocked gang banger.

Mary-Jane took it in her other hand and used it like a club to swat him away, the dazed and bested man collapsing bloodied to the ground. She regarded the crushed weapon in her hand and heard her suit whisper apologies into her mind.

“Strong. Didn't tell. Forgot. Excited!” The corner of her lip curled into a wicked smile, she didn't mind in the slightest; fact is she was exhilarated! She dropped the twisted metal instrument and was about to press on when she saw something that made her smile drop just as quickly.

Glancing to her left she saw into the bedroom where the elderly lady who owned the apartment was lying face-down in a pool of blood. MJ's eyes opened wide in shock...

She'd killed a man, sure, was planning to repeat the trick too... but to see an innocent old woman lying dead in her own home? It filled her with a terrifying rage that flooded her brain with red mist!

'You...' She was gritting her teeth, fury rising as she looked back to the disorientated young man beneath her, '-filthy animal!' Her teeth grew sharp within her mouth, that same rage from yesterday making her salivate in fury as her liquid costume began to slither up her collar towards her head.

'To break into a defenceless old woman's house...' Tendrils flailed as the suit mimicked her fury, covering all of her exposed skin '-and murder her in cold blood?!' The suit swiftly formed into the same, predatory maw of fangs and fear they'd settled on the previous day.

'You're not even human!' She roared, her voice twisted into something fearsome and alien as she lunged down and snatched up the dizzy man by the scruff; his eyes opened so wide that they almost popped out of his head; he screamed.

'W-W-W-WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?!' He shrieked in terror as her long, slavering tongue quivered in rage between her deadly fangs.

'We are Venom! And you are breakfast!' Her tongue arrived first, punching forwards from her own mouth to his, pushing his lips aside then meeting his closed teeth like a jackhammer meeting sugar crystals!

With her tongue wedged deep into his shattered face, held firmly by her supremely powerful organ, she reeled him in like a lizard catching a fly!

The sound of crunching, popping and bursting filled the air, but all Venom felt was something between her jaws with the consistency of a rice crispy square and that familiar taste of honey-glazed chicken with delightfully crispy skin!

'~MMMMMM!~' She moaned in delight as she tossed aside a second unidentifiable victim. The fact that she'd just killed a man couldn't have been further from Mary-Jane Watson's mind as she savoured what an orgasm might taste like, her whole rubber-clad body tingling and throbbing in ecstasy for a few, undeniable moments of bliss.

When she finally came to her senses and looked around all she could think to do was to lick the last few dregs of her prey from her face. 'Well that's the most important meal of the day sorted...' She chuckled sinisterly, regretting nothing, '-but what a waste after we just finished putting our makeup on!'

Her fanged alien visage popped open like a balloon and revealed her human features below, left exactly how she remembered it, sunglasses and all. A quick glance towards a blood-stained mirror brought that wicked smirk back to her face.

'Oh how silly of me...' MJ puckered her lips as if to blow a kiss towards her lovely living costume, 'I'd almost forgotten that you're perfect!' She purred and span away to leave with a strut.

'We've been at this...' Venom growled excitedly as she made the tendril throb along its length once more, '-for almost four hours...' She continued as the impossibly light skinned woman suspended on the other end of it moaned silently.

'We've slapped you... Punched you... Kicked you... Torn every last hair out of your head...' She was savouring every single word as she used her spare, glistening hand to snag the mute woman by the throat.

'We've fucked every last one of your holes with every possible implement imaginable...' She chuckled wickedly as she enjoyed doing that some more, this time with a tendril simply squirming from the tips of her fingers.

'We've even got you worshipping every inch of our Other like its your purpose in life!' MJ brought out that new word that she and her partner had settled on for it... “Other”.

'And yet, now that we're almost out of time...' Venom nuzzled the much shorter woman's euphoric face possessively, tongue snaking out to taste this most deserving of victims, '-we're still not sure that we're satisfied!'

An instant later she withdrew the tentacle along with the black rubber shackles keeping the villainess in a most uncomfortable and fuckable yoga pose. The snatched-bald enemy crumpled to the floor.

'We think you might not have suffered enough for what you did to him.' Venom mused, looking down from her powerful position, her whole muscular body gleaming in burnished perfection. 'Perhaps... we can still break you more!'

In response she received a look nobody would expect to receive from someone they'd poured all of their hatred and wickedness into for a full afternoon... The kneeling woman gave her a glance of lust and love!

It hadn't been that way from the start, but this hateful creature who failed to live up to her nickname continued to mouth silent words of adoration at her oppressor.

Shriek, they called her... Venom made damned sure she wouldn't do that again any time soon! The Other had warned Mary-Jane of how Shriek had hurt it and Spider-man: a sonic attack, so the first thing they'd done on entering her cell - disguised as a prison officer – was to jam a tendril down her throat and gently snip her vocal chord!

With her one weapon capable of resisting Venom denied to her, Shriek was very much a sitting duck, a situation she'd seemingly come to rather enjoy.

Mary-Jane didn't get it, she was far too concerned with being large and in charge, but it seemed this thing quite enjoyed how Venom was treating her!

Shriek proved this by lunging forwards and wrapping her arms around Venom's leg as she set about licking the Other's already spotlessly clean coating. 'Hmph!' Venom huffed in disgust, 'Pathetic!'

In the blink of an eye she grabbed Shriek by the top of the head and picked her up to face her, the villainess' feet dangling off the ground. 'We're not sure if you're trying to save your sorry hide or are genuinely mind-broken, but either way you seem to have at least learned your lesson!'

Venom's fangs slowly, threateningly opened and the helpless being in her clutches shivered in anticipation; as the tip grew out towards her, Shriek dutifully and expectantly opened her mouth to swallow it if required.

'~Mhmhmhmm!~' Venom laughed and dropped her. Before Shriek had even landed and turned her attention back to Venom, her torturer was on the other side of the closing cell door looking back at her.

'Shift change!' The woman within the living costume exclaimed with a suddenly very human voice, Shriek left to marvel over the beautiful redhead looking back. 'We're sure we'll be seeing you soon on the outside.'

She winked and walked away, her costume warping to take the form of a prison officer's uniform. Fact is that thanks to powers like this it had been almost too easy to sneak in and have her vengeance, but she wasn't about to complain!

Back in the cell of one particular defeated super-villainess not all was as it seemed; Venom hadn't merely left her victim with a slew of mental conditions she would never recover from, she'd also left something very particular inside her plaything.

It squirmed to life now, writhing and growing to fulfil its one and only purpose: protect and serve the symbiote Queen, its parent; this was what it had been given life for and as soon as the tiny thing reached into this designated host's cranium it found itself perfectly satisfied!

Here was a creature that had come to appreciate Venom's power, to adore her how it was born to and one filled with a deep longing to kneel at the black being's feet and obey!

A crazed smile crept onto Shriek's face as she felt and heard its voice; a warmth rose within her as the new, blood-red drone reached and repaired her voice-box. 'Yes...' She responded to its silent purrs, 'Let's show her how perfect a slave we can be!'

'Too easy indeed!' Mary-Jane Watson mused as she slung her leg over the parked police bike in the prison car park.

Had she switched from a prison guard outfit to NYPD-themed biker leathers somewhere unseen? Sure

Had anyone seen her change? Not a chance!

'Only question is...' She said out loud as matter squirmed out of her biker glove to form a helmet complete with eyes like her suit's bright white lenses.

'-do you know how to ride one of these things?' She asked while kicking up the stand and plunging a tendril from her fingertip into the ignition to hot-wire it.

“Can swing. Between buildings. Believe in MJ.” It stroked her reassuringly, the whisper of her name from a foreign entity in her own mind sent a shiver of happiness down her spine.

'Good point.' She smirked beneath her helmet and revved the throttle, skidding away towards the prison gates.

She blared her siren to let the guards know she was leaving and they didn't even stop her to check it was her bike; the perks of being a “cop” she supposed.

By the time Venom was half a kilometer away she was a natural thanks to the partner she wore, the Other's alien powers making everything come so natural that it got another big check mark in her book.

Unfortunately their next destination was definitely not worthy of a check mark... Mary-Jane was late for work and upon weighing the options decided she should go through with it despite everything.

She sighed out loud as she rounded the corner towards the pokey diner she sullied herself by working in, her asshole boss was absolutely gonna run his mouth and she was so far beyond caring at this point!

In one smooth motion she let go of the bike at full speed, her clothing swished into her uniform and she broke into a casual walk.

By the time anyone had even registered the runaway police chopper she'd blended right into the crowd and entered the front door of the diner.

'WATSON!' An overly fed bearded man behind the counter almost roared the moment the doorbell jangled on entry. She didn't even spare him a glance as a booming sound and panic filled the streets outside.

'That's me!' She offhandedly commented as if admitting guilt to her act of reckless grand theft auto.

She walked around the counter, offering a nod to a regular customer on her way; 'Yer an hour and a half late, Watson!' The wide, but rather pathetic man huffed, puffing out his chest as he stepped in front of her.

MJ wished for a moment that she hadn't discarded all the height she'd taken on to intimidate Shriek so that she could tower over this loser how he deserved to be...

Then again she'd committed to keeping up appearances so she simply put her hands on her hips and slouched.

'I know, what can I say? I was busy dealing with a receipt.' She wasn't lying and felt the Other inwardly chuckle, appreciative of the idea that revenge was like handing out receipts.

'A receipt, huh? Come in the back and I'll give you a receipt!' The boss threatened and after momentarily scoffing MJ dropped her hands and followed the boss through the kitchen and further into his office.

Holding the door for her, he slammed and locked it behind them as MJ walked on fearlessly and perched on the edge of his messy desk.

'Y'know what?' He asked, voice audibly broiling with rage as she tilted her head cockily, 'I've had just about enough of yer sass, Watson!' She smirked, rather pleased with herself as he bared his teeth.

'This is my diner! You work here? You follow my rules!' He insisted in his thick Bronx accent, increasingly frustrated at not getting a rise out of her.

'Yeah, well it's barely even a diner, is it? That shit you have us serve and the coffee that tastes like mud? ~PSHH!~' She scoffed, waving a hand, 'If you didn't provide a staff discount I'd never even dream of eating in a shithole like this!'

Beneath and all over her skin she could feel her living uniform ripple with delight at the endorphin rush coming from this act of professional suicide. MJ had been just about ready to quit anyway if it hadn't been for the fact she needed to contribute to the rent.

'You little carrot-top whore!' Her boss roared, raising his voice as loud as she'd ever heard, this was genuinely getting exciting! 'That's it! I'm gonna teach you a fuckin' lesson about respect!'

Mary-Jane Watson smirked as she watched the big guy launch forwards, fists balled up and pulling back a punch; it was all in slow motion with the Other's incredible powers backing her up.

His arm snapped. Bent the wrong way where it shouldn't. He'd not even seen her move and yet she'd broken his arm like a twig, that smug expression never leaving her face. He could just stare in dumbfounded confusion at his L-shaped forearm.

'Respect? That's rich coming from a notorious bully like you!' Barely a second latter she had him against the wall, pinned fast with her long, powerful hand around his throat.

Worse than the sudden inability to scream or the agony suddenly coursing through his body was the deep, guttural fear he felt when he realised the dainty waitress now towered over him with her outstretched arm now looking more ripped than any he'd ever seen!

'Thought you could prove your power, didn't you?' MJ asked accusingly, leaning right in to sneer at her soon-to-be former boss. 'Thought you could be the big man by bringing me back here to smack me around?'

Her lips parted to show horrendously sharp fangs where her teeth should be, 'Well I've got news for you, “Boss”...' She grinned wildly, 'When Venom's on patrol, bullies get what they deserve!'

She snarled and heard the slightest of yelps from behind her vice-like grip; something made her take pause, just for a second but it wasn't his yelp... It was a feeling, maybe just a hunch.

MJ lifted her knee and pressed it between the ugly manager's hips, '~Heh!~' She laughed in disgust.

'You get off just as much from being on the receiving end, huh?' She asked wickedly, eyes burning with excitement as she tilted her head back, 'Then how's about a kiss?!'

She lunged forwards and pushed her tongue into his mouth; it was no ordinary tongue however and the boss' shocked expression said it all!

It thrust deep into his throat, then deeper... growing, throbbing, pulsing and still growing more! Mary-Jane had an idea based on her understanding of her suit, one that she'd been eager to test out all day.

She figured that the Other fed on hormones, endorphins and the other secretions of the human body... so why not feed it all the fluids of a human body and let it swim in those stolen juices?!

Her tongue was doing things that would boggle the human mind, but the mixture of Mary-Jane's plan and her suit's skill made it easy to snake into every gland and bodily system.

Venom's tongue made like a straw and began drinking, slurping every delicious drop of wild and varied human flavourings. Before Mary-Jane's own two eyes her boss thinned out into a dessicated husk over the course of mere seconds!

'~AHHH!~' She sighed in deep, fulfilled satisfaction and let the body hit the floor while she reeled back in glee. 'How's that, hun?' She asked the only observer present, stroking her now rippling uniform.

“Mmm! So. Full!” It responded, even sounded almost bloated, “So. So. Happy!” It continued as MJ sat back against the desk, “Make you. So strong now!” She liked the idea of that!

'Lovely... First though, we need an alibi...' She thought logically about this, the usually traumatic act of murder coming as something almost blasé to her now. 'Oh I know!'

Tendrils of the Other washed over her exposed skin here and there, fake bruises and red marks appearing while she even used her shapeshifting to bend a finger how it normally couldn't.

Then she began screaming. And thrashing, turning the room upside down as the outside world tried coming to her aid. By the time she let the door be opened the place was a war-zone, smashed window to the outside and all.

Another waitress barged in and saw her, wounded and weeping then turned to scream as she saw the empty bag of bones that had been their boss. 'This... guy! Like... a monster! He... He...' She sobbed.

That ought to do it, she thought, though the interviews she'd undoubtedly have to face loomed like a rain cloud over the horizon. A small price to pay in her books, to be rid of one absolute piece of human trash!

By the time she left the scene, (exonerated with a little mind-scrubbing of her fellow waitress having helped to back up her claims,) the sun had set and this exquisitely adventurous day was coming to a close.

MJ hummed a sprightly tune as she walked, buzzing with energy and strength despite everything. She stopped as she passed a cash machine as a thought struck her: that she'd better check her bank balance with her job gone!

She stepped up to the ATM and only then remembered that she hadn't actually brought her purse out. “Need money?” The Other asked and pushed an idea into her head.

Mary-Jane smirked and nodded while the other peered out from every angle to check that the coast was clear.

She raised a hand and painted it with living black rubber before pressing her fingers together and warping them into a fine point. With a simple thrust she made short work of the high-security machine, punching clean into it!

She felt around, elbow deep into the machine with her now bare hand as the Other sent its liquids snaking through the machine's inner workings to dismantle the security system and shut down its silent alarm.

She took hold of a huge handful of bills and once more caked her hand with the Other which in turn smothered the notes; like a vacuum tube her suit sucked the hard cash deep inside its shapeshifting mass.

It took her all of ten seconds but she emptied every last dollar bill from the machine with ruthless precision! She could feel the banknotes inside her suit pressed against every inch of her as she strutted away into an alley to vanish from.

She thought about it as she made her mistake... Any other person doing such a thing would be punished... by her... But she'd done this for the greater good, right?

She needed money to live on and so did Peter... So that they could fight crime for everyone's good without having to worry about mundane shit like work!

She nodded to herself, content with this explanation, 'Besides...' She mused to herself and her living costume, 'If they didn't want me taking it then they should have made it more secure! It's like a service really!'

It was getting late when Spider-man finally swung in through the open window; MJ sprang up excitedly and went to embrace him. 'Hi Tiger!' She almost danced her way to him and wrapped him up in her slender arms.

'Hey, MJ.' He responded with relatively non-existent energy.

'I didn't see any news with you in today... Didn't have to fight too much I hope?' She asked, pulling up his mask to link lips with him passionately.

'Tchyeah... Almost boring really!' He smirked as his girlfriend peeled off his dark mask, an imitation made for just in case.

'Buuuut...?' She asked, seeing the look on his face that said he wasn't too happy, even as his hands wrapped around her waist.

'But... For some reason I'm just absolutely exhausted!' He admitted, she could feel it in his body language too, he felt almost completely drained.

“Worried. Not with him. No energy.” Sometimes the Other was a little difficult to understand no matter how much MJ listened, but she agreed that this was a problem.

'Oh no! Come on, lie down and sleep, baby!' She smiled warmly and led him over to the couch.

'Already...?' He asked, but was basically yawning as he said it.

'Yes, already!' MJ almost huffed playfully as she gently pulled him against her. 'The city needs its hero full of energy and ready to fight the bad guys!'

'Aww...' He yawned again and slid down with MJ's encouragement, '-yes mooom!' He jokingly replied as his head landed in MJ's lap.

'There...' She said in a nurturing way as she started stroking his face gently. '~Just faaall asleep...~' She swooned and the Other got to work; by her touch alone they pumped sleep hormones into him and in seconds he was out like a light.

'There's a good boy!' MJ smiled warmly, 'You sleep and we'll give you everything you need, won't we?' She asked the other as it smothered every inch of her and slowly, carefully began slathering them both all over their beloved man.

'Let's see what New York thinks of a Spider-man who isn't afraid to hit back!' Venom grinned excitedly, the Other honestly couldn't wait to share its newfound reserves of energy with Pete and to take him on another adventure... even if it was MJ was doing the driving!