All The Venom A Body Can Take

Mary Jane stood looking at herself in the mirror. A common pastime for her, as it would be for any model, and yet now she hardly recognized herself. The black musculature of Venom totally replaced her lithe physique. She was utterly lost within that monstrous mountain.

And yet, as attractive as she found herself usually, she had to admit a certain fondness for this new her. The big muscles, the towering height… even the big teeth weren’t a deal-breaker. And the tongue behind them was… intriguing. If she saw this… person at the club, she might have a certain proposition to make.

Ironic. Even at her most vain, she’d never actually been aroused by her own body—more the thought of how she could make others respond to it. Get them down on her knees to please her. But if she had a twin, and they had a symbiote, then maybe… or she could make a sex tape.

“Mary Jane? Hey, Mary Jane, are you in here? Come on, babe, answer me.”

Mary Jane nearly hit the ceiling at the sound of Felicia’s voice. She pushed her thoughts into the symbiote, making it retract enough for her red head to emerge.

“Yeah, I’m still here. Where would I go?”

Felicia came in to find Mary Jane sitting on the floor, legs straight out in front of her, leaning forward to grab her heels and pull her chin to her knees.

“Stretches,” Felicia purred. “It does feel good to be stretched, doesn’t it?”

“What did the authorities say? Can we leave?”

“Sorry, baby girl, no can do.” Felicia pouted. “We’re still under quarantine for twelve hours. They’re pretty sure the virus didn’t infect us, but they’re not taking any chances.”

Mary Jane looked up. Felicia was dressed in her usual cellophane-thin catsuit; she could almost see through it. Her feet were bare. The sight of Felicia’s breasts, almost bare and hardly restrained, made Mary Jane throb and tingle. Or at least the symbiote was doing that in the clothes it had formed for MJ.

Down, boy. Nothing you haven’t seen before.

Of course, remembering the things Peter and Felicia had done back when he had worn the black suit wasn’t likely to make anyone or anything less excited.

“At least we have the place to ourselves. Imagine having to go all that time masked and in costume. Maybe not a problem for you… you’re wearing slime regardless… but I count myself lucky to have some reasonable sleepwear.”

“You sleep in that?” Mary Jane asked.

“I get ready for bed in it. By the time I’m done… stretching… I can always use a rest.”

Mary Jane didn’t act scandalized. She was too good a friend to Felicia to really care that she’d slept with Peter. Hell, knowing how good a lay Peter was, she was mostly just glad for Felicia… wishing she and he could pick up as easily as Felicia and him fell into bed with each other.

“I had some sleeping bags delivered too. We can pretend we’re camping. And since we’ll have to do without male companionship…”

“Stop,” Mary Jane said.

“What? I was just thinking we could dance, maybe give each other massages.”

“Dance?”

Felicia reached for Mary Jane’s hand and pulled her to her feet. “I thought you and Spider danced together all the time. Don’t you think I’d be fun to dance with? Or do you not dance for love of the game—only to get yourself a man?”

Mary Jane couldn’t figure her out. She was acting all but inebriated at the possibility of having MJ all to herself, but Mary Jane couldn’t smell any alcohol on her breath, so she knew Felicia wasn’t drunk.

“Come on—didn’t you take ballet class like every pretty little girl?”

“Did you?” Mary Jane volleyed back.

“Yes, but it’s no fun not doing the pas de deux and you have superstrength, which is manly enough for me.”

“Dating Pete’s skewed your standards.”

“At least I didn’t end up a drag king.”

“Hey, I’m not cross-dressing! Venom doesn’t have a gender.”

“I’m not sure you’ve tried hard enough,” Felicia grinned. “It is a bit kinky, isn’t it? Being touched all the time?”

“It doesn’t work like that.”

“If you say so,” she jibed. “Come on, let’s dance.”

But it was hard to think of Venom as some cold, dead uniform when Felicia’s words left her feeling so alive—especially where her body met the symbiote. Felicia’s touch, her warm hands, sent excitement through Mary Jane. She felt a tightness at her core, something hard as stone, oozing warmth into the rest of her body.

Mary Jane hoped the fact that this brownstone they were trapped in held a dance studio wasn’t going to end up being a disaster. Why couldn’t they just have a mattress store so we could go to sleep?

Felicia started a record player going and stepped out onto the dance floor. Before Mary Jane could join her there, she reached back and pulled a hairband from her ponytail. With a shake of her head, her platinum hair came cascading down, reaching nearly to her tailbone. After growing somewhat used to Felicia’s sexuality, it was a shock to again realize how fully beautiful she was.

“You shouldn’t hide your hair,” Mary Jane said. “Even if it does make the secret identity thing easier.”

Felicia laughed, prancing over to where Mary Jane was, still on the sidelines. “You shouldn’t hide your body. Back when Spider had the symbiote, that thing stuck to every nook and cranny…”

“You think I want it there?”

Felicia kissed her on the cheek. “It’s what I want to see.” She pulled Mary Jane out onto the dance floor. “Now pretend we have an audience of thousands and they all want to see us. Even Peter. Let’s leave him wanting us so bad that he’ll cut his hand off before he breaks another date.”

“You want us to do a striptease?”

“You take off your clothes for Peter? I always made him do that little chore for me.”

Mary Jane rolled her eyes. “The music’s starting. You want to…?”

They began to dance. Mary Jane performed high kicks, her toes pointed, pirouetting and leaping, balancing and supporting, lifting and catching Felicia like she was her very own prima ballerina. And being in motion with Felicia, MJ realized a little what it must’ve been like back when she and Peter were partners-in-crime. With Felicia mirroring her so adroitly, misgivings dropped aside. She was a goddess… her flexibility, her agility… the very way she moved excited Mary Jane, energized her.

Her cock nearly ripped through her clothing, straining to break free and stand fully engorged. Mary Jane could not believe it: this was the tension between her legs, a hardness generated by the symbiote that her trousers were only barely hiding. And yet as much as she wanted to hide this arousal from Felicia, stopping and holding still would only make it obvious.

She caught and supported Felicia, holding her tight, hoping she was still far enough away not to feel the symbiote erection at her hip, her leg, her ass. But Felicia pressed up against her, seeming not to notice the endowment that to Mary Jane was like the only thing in the universe.

Get rid of this thing, Venom! I don’t need a hard-on right now!

But the symbiote was silent and the slimy prick remained in place, waiting to be discovered…

Felicia pressed closer to Mary Jane than was necessary, thinking nothing of it. Her heart was pounding wildly. She definitely wasn’t at the level of peak physical performance where the symbiote had put MJ, but it was more than that. She was excited to have this connection to Mary Jane… to be so close to her… to have neither the symbiote or Peter getting in the way of their bond.

Her body trembled. Her legs felt rubbery. She was grateful for Mary Jane’s strength, her firm grip. Felicia felt sopping wet between her thighs—every moment she spent in Mary Jane’s hands, she throbbed.

Take me, Red, she kept thinking, wishing MJ could read her thoughts instead of that stupid symbiote’s. I can’t take you… so I’ll just have to seduce you, ply you… but the sooner you admit you can have me, realize you want me, the more of these hours we can spend in ecstasy.

The pax de deux ended. Sweat was on both their faces. The smell of it filled the air… spiced by Felicia’s aroused femininity. They both panted as the music died down to only the needle scratching on the platter.

Then Felicia realized just how much Mary Jane had liked dancing with her.

“Why did you and Petey split up again?” she breathed, unable to believe her eyes. “You two seem more alike than ever.”

She reached out and rubbed the enormous bulge through Mary Jane’s slacks.