Spider-Man. The House Of Venom

The pair saw MJ on the floor, contorting as if she was having some kind of seizure.

"Pete, it was just lemon and lime juice, I swear. I made it earlier with Poison and I even tested it, it was safe," Gwen begged Peter to believe her. She would never hurt MJ.

Peter was swearing under his breath. He was trying to get a pillow, anything under her head to stop it from banging on the floor.

Gwen stood behind the counter, "No, no Pete, I wouldn't, it was just juice, I wouldn't,"

She was interrupted as MJ shot up, pointed both hands at Gwen and webbed her hands and front to the countertop.

"WE ARE MUSE!" she screeched as a pure white fluid flowed over her body.

Unlike Poison and Venom, she didn’t have a spider icon. Instead, blobs of black seemed to slide and slither over her skin, like a perverse copy of a Rorschach test. Her hair had been dyed a deeper flame red and it flowed long and free down her back.

They could see the taut muscles as she flexed and examined herself in front of them. She ran a hand over her arms, giggling and then over her front and down her legs. Whipping her hair up as she straightened.

Peter was stunned. They didn't have another symbiote, He knew there was only the one he had and the one he made. But standing towering over him was definitely another symbiote.

"Petey Petey Pete Pete," she chittered over and over again, "what little secrets have you been hiding from us? Peter."

"Mmm, it's okay, we forgive you Petey Pete but Gwen, Gwennie Gwenomie Gwen, naughty naughty. Yes, we hear it. We hear Muse. She tells us the naughty little thoughts from mommy. Wanting in our tiny whities, yes yes yes wanting in our secret place indeed."

Muse prowled back and forth behind the counter, glaring at the pair. Her symbskin rippled and morphed into the same colours as Poison. "But no no no. Not we want. We like the man meat, not the girl slots, no rubbing and licking for the Gwennie, not our naughty little Gwennie."

Gwen was frozen in horror. She knew Peter could turn people, she was the evidence of that but MJ now as well?

Peter broke from his stupor, "MJ, it's okay, we can fix this," he put his hands out, trying to be as non-threatening as possible. When Poison first awoke it was wild and uncontrollable and they fought. While he had help from Gwen he didn't want to hurt MJ in the process.

"Fix? Petey, fix nothing. She wants us. We want us. We love us mmm mmm mmm. We feel good," Muse ran her hands down her sides and then back up her front. "We like this," she hissed at him. Her skin changed again and she was now black with the white spider, copying Venom. "and we know you do too."

"Gwen, anytime now," Peter said over his shoulder. Gwen was still webbed to the counter and Peter had hoped she would be in the process of freeing herself.

"It'll take a while. Her webs are as strong as yours," Gwen said, struggling to even get her dissolving web fluid onto the web binding her. She tried to free her hands, but Poison cried out in pain as the webbing tore at her skin.

"I'll help you in a minute but now, MJ, please, you gotta calm down okay? We can fix this."

Peter had no idea what the hell was going on. He knew that one of his abilities was to make someone into a symbiote host but where did Muse come from? he shot a look at Gwen and she shrugged, whatever had happened she looked just as confused as he did.

"Gwen, I thought you said it was just juice?" Peter asked.

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

More tasty treats, more meat for mommy, yum yum yes yes.

"Oh shit Pete, Poison did this. She spawned and infected MJ."

"You can do that?" He yelled at her.

"I didn't fucking know, did I."

Muse's face split into a huge grin of sinister proportions and she threw her head back, laughing. Her skin changed once more, back to white and black.

"You two are so fucked you know that. Poor Petey can't control his girlfriend and little Gwen thought she'd get some action." MJ straightened up, "you're both idiots!" she snapped.

"MJ this isn't you, the symbiotes mess with your head. They flood your nervous and endocrine system with pleasure and feel-good hormones. It's a high you don't want to lose," Peter tried to explain.

He was trying to keep things calm. A fight with MJ was the last thing he wanted but Gwen, or Poison, had gone way overboard this time.

"This isn't me?" She retorted, "maybe this is me?"

The white symbiote armour began to pull back into her body and her pale white skin came into view.

"This is me, Peter." She stood without clothes on, reading her arms wide. "Mary Fucking Jane Fucking Watson. Doormat. But not anymore. We are more. We are free."

"Look at me!" She yelled. "Look at what little Gwennie did to me. Parcelled me up all for daddy Pete to eat, om nom nom but hah." MJ sighed, shaking her head. "It didn't go according to plan huh Gwenny? Little Poison lied and schemed all on her own and Muse was born when your back was turned. But don't worry tiger, we don't blame you, no we don't.”

MJ darted forwards, pushing Peter onto the couch and straddling him. "See, Gwen didn't know that the symbiotes transfer knowledge through themselves. We know you had nothing to do with it, we know it was all her!" MJ pointed at Gwen. "She wanted us for you, to make us one big family. Her as mommy and me as a little toy for you both to play with, and Gwennie, that makes us angry. Angry you took him. Angry everyone decided what little Mary gets, never getting to choose what she wants."

Gwen struggled against the webbing but even though her acid was dissolving it, it was taking too long. She could only struggle in vain, "MJ, I'm sorry okay, Poison, Poison was affecting me, it was her."

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.