The Unlikeliest Host for a Sex Crazed Symbiote
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New York.
The dead of night.
Through the night air, a dark shape swung through the city. It hurled
its arm forward, a rope of webbing flying from its wrist to the nearest
building. Once secure, it swung down low before it threw its other arm
forward, releasing another strand that allowed it to continue its
journey. If anyone were to see the web-slinging silhouette, they'd most
likely assume it was none other than the city's most famous resident.
The menace of New York as the papers called him. The Wallcrawler. The
Webslinger. Your friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man.
Then they'd get close enough to see the blue-black body and white spider
emblem, and realise just how wrong they were.
Venom let out a low growl as they released their web, but instead of
firing off another they let the momentum carry them into the air and
land on the top of the skyscraper. No longer having to worry about where
they were going, they placed their hands over their stomach and let out
a pitiable whine. Their stomach hurt so much... was Eddie sick? Had the
symbiote eaten something that disagreed with them? They couldn't be
sure. The hulking fusion stumbled across the rooftop, leaning over the
edge and opened their maw. Whatever it was, it had to go.
With a loud and disgusting retch, a thick liquid gushed from Venom's
throat and down the building into the alleys below. It was a sticky,
gooey, bright pink mess, like half-digested-half-melted bubblegum. It
cascaded down the building and landed behind some garbage cans with a
wet splat. Coughing and panting, Venom wiped the remnants from their
chin onto their arm before flicking it back after the rest. A satisfied
sigh escaped them. They felt better already.
They fired out another strand of web and went on their way, already
pushing their unusual stomach problems out of their mind.
They should have stayed. Maybe then they'd have noticed the pink
substance moving across the ground on its own. Towards Parker
Industries.
* * * * *
Peter sighed as he leaned back in his chair, staring at his computer
screen. He had been reading e-mails and project reports and stock market
projections for the past hour, and now he was looking over one of his
employee's profiles. Lawrence Pryce, head of finances, was infamous at
Parker Industries for his... shall we say, "hands on approach" when
dealing with the female employees. Peter had received multiple
complaints and given the man warning after warning. But he just refused
to listen. So Peter had made a decision; he was going to fire the creep.
Tomorrow. Being a CEO was tough work. So was being a crime fighter, come
to think of it. So you can imagine how tiring it was to play both roles
on a day to day basis.
Still, things had been pretty quiet recently. Nothing too serious aside
from the usual purse-snatchers and petty thugs. No Goblins or Scorpions
or Kingpins to give him grief. He'd heard Eddie Brock was back in town,
but even Venom hadn't caused a ruckus yet. Which was just fine as far as
Peter was concerned.
Ah well, he thought to himself as he powered down his computer. It was
late and the rest of those documents could wait until morning. Time to
hit the hay...
Splat.
His gaze turned to his shoulder upon hearing the wet sound, seeing the
large pink stain that now decorated his suit jacket. He slowly turned
his gaze to the ceiling.
And was immediately engulfed by the enormous pink mass that landed on
him.
Peter sprang from his chair, flapping his arms to get the gunk off him.
But to his horror, it not only remained in place but it rapidly began to
ooze over him, coating... no, consuming his clothes. He could feel the
sticky wet goop against his skin. He grabbed at the slime, tugging as
hard as he could, but even his spider strength failed to budge the
substance. All he succeeded in doing was causing it to stretch in his
fingers and snap back in place once he let go. What the hell was this
stuff? And why didn't it set off his Spider-Sense? The only thing that
didn't was Ven-
Oh no.
Panic set in as Peter redoubled his efforts. He tugged and pulled and
yanked the unfamiliar symbiote as much as possible, but it just
succeeded in spreading it faster. He turned to the phone on his desk and
the various security buttons. He lunged for them, but the symbiote
pulled on his legs and he fell against the floor. It held him in place,
covering over every inch of his body. He opened his mouth to scream, but
the slime just poured down his throat and silenced him. He clenched his
eyes shut as the all too familiar feeling of the symbiote crawling over
him, cocooning him in its own mass. This couldn't be happening. Not
again. Memories of the black suit filled his mind. Of brutal, ruthless,
heartless behaviour. No. He didn't want to become monster again. He was
a hero. He was to make people feel safe, feel happy. And now... now...
It was all too much. He fainted.
* * * * *
Peter didn't know how long he was out for when he finally opened his
eyes. He found himself looking over New York city, the moon hanging
overhead. It was an expected sight from the rooftops of the Big Apple,
one he was all too familiar with. But wasn't so familiar was that
everything was a pink wash. It was like a colour filter had been fitted
over his eyes. So that meant...
"Hi, Grandpa!"
Peter paused for a moment. He'd had encounters with symbiotes before.
Heck, he was the original host of the Venom symbiote long before Eddie
got involved. So he knew that hearing a voice in your head as the
symbiote tried to communicate wasn't exactly groundbreaking. But he had
NEVER encountered a symbiote that had a voice as bubbly and sugary sweet
as this one. Nor one that called him Grandpa.
"Uh... hello?" he asked. Or at least tried to; all he actually said was
"Mur... hmmplph?" as the symbiote clung to his face so tightly he
couldn't open his mouth. Luckily she was in head and could hear his
thoughts.
"Heehee, Pink think Grandpa not wake up. Pink worried! But Grandpa
awake, so Pink happy now."
"I... see..." Peter think-spoke back. Well... this symbiote seemed to be
at least somewhat more friendly than all the others. "Well, um... where
did you come from?"
"Pink come from Daddy! Daddy create Pink one day. But Daddy ignore Pink,
act like Pink not there. Pink want go play, but Daddy not let Pink! Pink
get mad, so Pink leave Daddy. Pink feel where Grandpa is, so go look!
Pink knew Grandpa nice!"
So it... she was Venom's offspring. Had to be, if she thought he was her
grandpa. As the symbiote, evidently called "Pink" kept talking about how
mean "Daddy" was, Peter slowly became aware of something in his
peripheral vision. He turned his eyes as far as they would go, and
saw... a lock of hair? No, it couldn't be. He brought his hand up to
grab at the hair, his suspicions confirmed. It wasn't hair, it was just
a long loose strand of the symbiote's mass. He frowned as he looked at
his hand, coated in pink with his fingers had been shifted into long,
slim talons ending in knife-like claws. Clearly this wasn't as simple as
the black suit from Venom. He braced himself for the worst and slowly
looked down. He probably had spider legs, or tentacles, or...
...boobs.
He had boobs.
"What... what the hell!?" he mentally yelled. "What happened to me!?"
"Oh, oh, Pink forgot! Pink want play, so when Grandpa asleepies, Pink
make Grandpa cute!"
"C... cute...?" Oh sweet salty Christ she didn't.
The symbiote slime tightened around him, and he felt himself unable to
move... or at least, move the way HE wanted. His arms bent at the
elbows, his clawed fingers delicately clasped as he began to walk. He
felt his face slowly redden as there was a DEFINITE jiggle with every
step, and he noticed a click-clack sound as he walked right at the same
time he realised his heels didn't touch the ground. She didn't.
Pink walked Peter over to the windows of the skyscraper next door,
making him perform a little twirl and threw her arms out. "Ta-da!"
Peter wanted to scream.
First off, yep. He had boobs. Big ones, too; heck, it looked like he had
a pair of bowling balls strapped to his chest. But that wasn't the only
change. His eyes looked down at his butt, which now would more
realistically be called a "booty" than anything. It was a big,
beautiful, heart-shaped pillow of an ass that he would have adored on
any woman, but not on HIMSELF. His eyes moved up to his hips, which
ballooned out before thinning in at the waist. The result was a
cartoonish parody of a female body, like something you'd see in a comic
book or something. Worse, judging by how smooth his crotch was...
His newfound curves were all emphasised by the pink slime that coated
his entire body from head to toe, clinging to it like a second skin. As
he had feared, his heels were raised a solid four inches off the ground
and suspended by a thin column of the symbiote, giving it an appearance
of a full-body suit with built-in stilettos. Across his breasts and
stomach was a white spider emblem just like "Daddy's", but the spider's
abdomen was noticeably heart-shaped. His face was, as expected, hidden
under Pink's. The "mask" he wore had two white flame-like designs where
his eyes would be, just like Venom, but he lacked the fang-filled maw of
his. The strand of "hair" he had grabbed earlier fell to the side of one
of his eyes, making it look like a hair bang. At the back of his head a
tail of the same substance extended upwards and fell back down, with two
"fins" of the stuff spreading from the base. At a glance, it gave the
impression Peter had an oversized ponytail held in place with a big bow.
"What Grandpa think?" Pink asked with a giggle, showing off Peter's new
body with a variety of girlish poses.
"..." Peter didn't think anything. He COULDN'T think anything. He was
completely speechless (and thoughtless).
"Pink remembered Grandpa's thoughts. Grandpa want make people happy. So
Pink think 'Pink know! Pink make Grandpa like Daddy's favourite videos!
Pink know they make Daddy oh so happy!'"
Videos...? Oh god. Peter felt his stomach churn. Not only was he bonded
with symbiote again and turned into some ridiculous girly girl version
of Venom, but he had a literal pornstar body.
"Pink..." he finally managed to gather his mind enough to make a
specific thought. "You just... dressed me up, right?"
"Heehee!" Peter's hands flew to his new chest, squeezing his sizable
breasts. Immediately Peter moaned into his mask, pressing his thighs
together as he tried to fight off the wave of arousal that ran through
him. He doubled over, pushing his pillow butt out and he clenched his
eyes shut. "Nope! Pink make you cute allllllll over!"
"Oh... oh my god..." Peter panted desperately. This wasn't happening.
This couldn't be happening.
...a sudden tingle ran through Peter's brain, and judging by the way
Pink stopped giggling, she felt it too.
"Spider-Sense tingling," Peter thought automatically. His head turned in
the direction he was being warned of, hearing a voice calling for help.
"Oooooh!" Pink giggled to herself, placing one hand flat above her eyes.
"Fun is over there! Pink go have fun!"
"Wait, Pink!" Peter yelled in his head, but Pink was already moving. She
forced his body to skip to the edge of the building, boobs bouncing in
every direction and leapt into the air, twirling with her arms out
before pointing forward and firing a strand of web from her wrist. She
tightened her grip and swung through the buildings.
"Wheeeeeeee!"
"PINK!"
But it was no use. Pink was going to have her fun, whether Peter wanted
it or not.
* * * * *
Weeks passed.
Peter typed away at his computer as fast as his manicured nails would
let him. Half his mind was on autopilot, focusing on getting the
documents his manager wanted. The other was listening idly to the news
on the radio.
"...with no further information regarding Spider-Man's disappearance. In
other news, the costumed vigilante known simply as 'Pink' was sighted
last night once more in the vicinity of a bank robbery, presumed to have
apprehended the ones responsible when they were found tied up in pink
webbing. As is her usual, she stopped to pose for our news cameras yet
refused to speak or answer any questions before fleeing the authorities.
Her similar abilities to the missing Spider-Man have given rise to
rumours of a connection between the two, but no official explanation has
been found. More news as things develop."
With that, the radio changed to a relaxing smooth jazz.
Peter sighed, brushing his bob-cut hair out of his face. After Pink had
her fun that night, Peter was able to talk her down and made a deal with
her. In exchange for letting her "play" once in a while, she would allow
him to take control and deal with the "boring" parts of life. She
agreed, but only if she was allowed to continue to "play dress up" i.e.
serve as his shapeshifting clothes. And no matter how hard he tried to
convince her otherwise, she refused to let him stop being "cute". That
was why he was currently wearing a hot pink skirt suit with heart-shaped
buttons and high heeled pumps.
Oh yeah. And there was the matter of his job. Fortunately he was able to
continue working at Parker Industries. Though with Peter Parker's
"disappearance", he obviously couldn't take his role as CEO anymore. So
he did a bit of job hunting and was eventually able to find a role that
needed filled, using the name Penelope Reilly.
As a secretary.
"Ah, Penelope!"
Peter felt himself flinch as he turned in his chair to the source of the
voice. His manager. He gulped, but forced a smile on his face.
"Mister Pryce, how can I help you?" He asked, dreading the answer. Peter
should have fired him when he had the chance. Now he was stuck as the
creep's PA.
"I was just wondering when those reports would be done..." Lawrence said
as he grinned and scooted closer, sliding an arm around Peter's
shoulders. His eyes were focused quite obviously on the hero's cleavage.
"...and if you were at all busy tonight. I happen to know a great
Italian place..."
Peter felt like he was going to be sick, and he scrambled desperately
for an excuse. The radio continued to play, until the music stopped
without warning.
"This just in," the news anchor spoke. "Escaped convicts Rhino, Shocker
and Mysterio have been spotted in Madison Park, engaged in a three way
brawl for currently unknown reasons. Police have been dispatched and all
citizens are encouraged to stay in their homes until further notice."
Perfect.
"Excuse me, sir..." Peter said, slipping from the older man's grasp. "I
just have to use the restroom for a moment."
"Take your time," Harper said with a nod. "I'll be in my office when you
have your answer."
Peter turned and hurried off as fast as his pencil skirt would let him,
his heels clicking on the tiled floor. Once he was out of sight and
earshot, he glanced down at his outfit.
"You hear that, Pink?"
"Yep!" the voice in his head giggled. "Time to play!"
"Time to play." Peter closed his eyes as his suit shifted into the
familiar Pink Symbiote appearance. Pink was quick to act, leaping out of
the nearest window and launching her web, making her way to Madison
Park.
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