The reserve of the teenage male, freedom on the wing from the pressures of responsibility. All around the world at this very moment, hormonal adolescents on scooters rule the nighttime streets from LA to Karachi.
But not New York City, the city that never sleeps never does things by the book. And in the land of the walking, the web-slinging man is king, calico blur and vigilante in chief.
Full of simple thoughts coalescing into something invariably more complicated than needs be, all Peter Parker can do is swing - away from the focus of the world in a meditative state brought about by risking life and limb amongst fellow skyscrapers.
Do good in the world! Get out there and amongst other people's problems so your own fade from sight; the analysts and critics of the superhero movement were divided in their opinion, but in this case no truer could be said of the young and torn.
But even seen perched at 500 feet, the world still sometimes feels difficult to face, Peter sighing heavily into his spandex mask, breath a little hard to come by. Life seemed to complicated.
His Aunt was going a little loopy with age (though he refused to acknowledge it,) he fantasised about his bully's girlfriend, had a girl who made him feel like an adolescent child and had to factor in the safety of New York's citizens. Somewhere in his subconscious part of him wondered if it was enough or if it could add more to occupy his idle mind until something arrived to actually excite-
With no spider sense a-tingling, no warning or premeditation, excitement caught his peripheral vision in black, shapely form.
'Excellent, my other - First impressions are everything! Shoulders back, arms restrained, weight on the toes and swing!' Huge blue eyes locked his gaze in place, staring down at him in provocation.
"aba-nuh-gg!" The squatted figure half turned and fell back, landing his rear down as he measured and calculated what vision he found. It wore black rubber, so pure he watched the nightly highlights dance like fireworks, around and in, up and out and over; the jutting hips - sent tapering by an single, accentuating akimbo arm; the wonderfully pronounced spheres that spread so very yes to deny support; wholesomely liberal scoops of muscle (so illustrative of the white spider-motif she'd perfected) uppercutting him with disbelief so as he watched her sweep back the bulging left flank of her mane.
'He's transfixed, [i]now![/i]' Venom introduced him to true confusion, her symbiotic helmet swimming closed over her pale skin. She filled the eyes he'd set on her with the tattooed purity of her own visors - fractal, limitless expanses of absolute lilywhite. And still she advanced, tiger-striped oral cavity gleaming with an insatiable greed that she challenged him to seperate from her manifest lust.
Peter's thoughts slowly began to organise themselves, but it was all too little too late: the damage had been done, mortality had granted him a lap-dance and he'd jizzed on its tits in full view of the world.
One high-heeled calf clattered the concrete in between his knees and he rolled reactively off the ledge, scrambling up and away - his thoughts finally formed three facts in order:
One, she was - quite simply - amazing; Two, she hadn't set off his spider-sense and therefore couldn't be a threat; Three, she wore his old alien costume.
"Hi Pumpkin, remember us?" Venom labialised, her wide stance sillhouetted by the full moon like a vision of the Madonna.
"Y-You're-!" Peter stammered, even as she stepped off the ledge and slid like a sidewinder towards him.
"Aww, don't ruin the moment! We were thinking how to please you, we've been thinking all about you Pumpkin!" She pushed right up to him, hands on her hips, mere inches from laying her flesh over him like he wanted her to, his unavoidable reaction spearheading a mutiny of the mid-section yearning to reach out and grab her.
"We just know you're thinking the same..." She brushed her long latex digits up his quivering chest and stepped her leg between his, leaning in to his right ear to whisper: "How to please you... To make the most of it... After all, are you ever really going to get this chance again?"
With a start, he snapped out of the daze as he felt her thigh titilate his already excitable better judgement. "Woah, wait!" He jumped back as he said this, valiantly trying to do the impossible: poor teenaged Peter, summarizing a thought into words whilst counting the legs on her spider motif.
"I'm down there too Pumpkin, but I've more best bits..." Venom moved in, once more introducing him to her physical mass, one delicately measured calf entwining his as she filled her cleavage with the chest she'd already given a taster to.
"M-" He began to succumb; unable to fully shake his fear, lust and pride, he still tried to resist, tripping and falling over her leg, sitting back on a low wall only to find himself bracketed by legs now looking so long he recalled a riddle of the length of a piece of string.
"L-look, I don't know you-" She took a moment to lift a leg up onto the side between his leg and hand, those stunning needle-fine stilettoes seen now to be fully incorperated into her whole leg. "-b-but you have to get rid of that costume, you-!"
"Ah!" Venom licked her tongue out either side of one of her fangs - a long, fork-tipped organ of licentious pink that became one wet, slick palette as her hood receded to show her glorious blonde hair, magical blue eyes and shapely features he would die for in a partner.
"You'd like that wouldn't you? For me to take off everything, right down... until only our warm skin comes between us!" She leant right in until he could smell her breath, like fresh blueberries, a warm condensation on his own face, so close two people, engrossed in sexual tension.
More things assailed him than could be afforded to run through his mind, all smashed into warm, meaningless goo by his subliminal mind's insistence on the chance to mate; it told him to forget what he thought he knew, he'd already decided - those first few moments when she seduced him fully - she was what he wanted; she wanted him too: look how she was flirting!
He was awe-inspired, just as Ann had planned, her snare tightening around her intimate victim. "I know who you are Peter and I know how much you want it!" He watched her pouting lips and her dead-set eyes hiding behind her half-closed eyelids, the thick, vaporous musk of sexual attraction imperviously filtering through his gasmask.
"Call me Ann, no really... call me!" A card slipped up under the bottom of his hood. Ann span away, that glorious catwalk dragging his eyes onto her rear, even as she cast her hair aside, looking over one shoulder to say: "G'night Pumpkin!" She winked as fangs rolled, wave fronts covering her sandy skin tones in the deep blue sea; She coiled a little as she stepped onto the building's edge and pounced, gone.
'Breathe, Parker!' He exhaled heavily, refilling his lungs with the rewarding air she'd left hovering around him. Looking down, "Shit!" He clamped his legs back together, correcting his lie and blushing redder than his mask.
Slowly, with more happening at his waistline than in his head, Peter stood and (stumbling a couple of steps,) swung into the night sky.
'Well, Peter... It looks like you've gone and added something else to your list of worries!' He tentatively joked to himself, but an image flashed across his mind - Ann, hips jutted, akimbo on that ledge. 'Ugh!' He shook it out of his head, but another image hit him, close-up, her immense maw of fangs and soulless eyes so fearsomely predatory he finished that duality.
'Jeez, don't know how my mind works sometimes!' But another reminder from his subconscious, regular as heartbeats he saw flashes of his seducer and the more he thought about it, the more he reconsidered his decisions and his lifestyle as a whole, she wouldn't go away and he swung by street after street of inevitable rape and robbery, but didn't even stop to consider, no use as a hero in Venom's wake.
A busy sidewalk during lunch hour, one young couple struggling tofind the words to make much conversation; Tanis, despite her efforts to impress Peter in donning something nice, feels put out, untrusted by Peter, whilst his mind is simply elsewho, anything but together whilst walking.
"Look, Peter-!"
"Mm?" He turns instantly, snapping out of his daydream. Tanis thinks for a moment and gasps in shock.
"What were you thinking?" She snaps, balling up her fists.
"What?"
"Just then, when I though we were supposed to be together - earth to Peter!" Tanis said scornfully.
"Whatever, I'm just thinking." Peter lied quite poorly.
"No, not 'whatever'! Seriously Peter! Like last night..."
"What about it?" He asked accusingly, his mind on an incident not concerning his girlfriend.
"What!" They had, by now begun shouting, Tanis getting increasingly annoyed. "You don't talk to your Aunt much then?" He shot her a look as she went to hurry away.
"Ta-aghh!" He cried out in pain, his ankles exploding beneath him.
"Don't want to know, Peter." But behind her, he had crumpled in a heap, small spurts of blood where his footsteps fell to bits.
"Argh! Shit, what the hell!" He swore angrily, about to reach down when a voice sounded nearby.
"Are you alr- Peter!" He looked up into a dream. A tight black dress with eternally descending clevage with dainty leather gloves and wonderful opaque stockings in high-wedges, Ann grabbing his nearest hand and pulling him up, despite his protestations.
Tanis, upon hearing no response to her furious storm off, turns and looks back to see Peter, clutched by the arm, looking her way worriedly, with companion. Striding over, she heard the fateful words:
"I had fun last night, Pumpkin." And stopped dead, gasping.
"What!" Peter realises what's happened, instantly going into panic mode. Tanis felt her rage escalating, 'this is getting beyond a joke!' she thought.
"Tanis-ugh-look, this is not as it seems! Ann just helped me up!" She simply stared at him, scornful eyes eating into him as Ann falls silent.
"Who is this?" Tanis asked simply.
"Peter...?" Ann looks to his girlfriend and feins a sudden drop, mirrored in Tanis. "No...!"
"Oh my fucking god Peter! You bastard! [i]That's[/i] where you were last night!" Tanis screams.
"What is she talking about, Peter?" Ann asked with a fierce scowl reminding him of what he feared.
"I don't believe this!" Tanis threw her arms up: "I'm leaving!" She announced, turned and stomped away.
"Tanis - wai-!" Ann letting go of Peter, his weight fully on his own ankles once more, he slumping against a wall, "Oww, fuck!"
"Oh, man up Peter!" Ann stood, fists clenched and let him admire her for a second, even as she looked towards his fleeing girlfriend. "Hmph!" She enthused, he drawing breath from his endurance stare at her chest, glancing at her face and seeing her tongue flick out and lap up the last of something red and jammy on her lips, she walked away without a word.
"Ann?" He asked, curious, realising the trouble he was in from both of the women in his life. He watched Ann's rolling hips, her tight velvet dress showing as good as his memory recalled.
'Perfect!' Ann inwardly meditated, the other back seat but paying close attention as the sidekick.
'You were right Ann, he accepts us already as a part of his life, we're coming between them - soon he'll be ours to break!' Ann smiled at this, but hid it, reminding her suit:
'Patience is the way, my darling - right now I'm worried about the girl.'
'Ann, we accepted there would be victims of our vengeance, isn't she just one?' "Tanis!" She called, slowly closing on her, breaking into a jog to catch her.
'It's all about tactics my friend, moving the pieces around the board.' An appreciative and mentally thirsty symbiote absorbing her unfolding plan, like the reader of a mystery novel, unravelling the twists as she weaved them. "Tanis, wait!"
Tanis looked back a little, creased up lip scowling back at her, 'It's her f-!' She didn't get to finish, a powerful hand grabbed her arm and stopped her.
"Please hun, look I'm sorry!" Tanis inhaled heavily, turning around, about to explode when she looked up into Ann's big, sorrowful eyes, full of regret and self-deprecation. "Look, what happened, it was nothing, really it was!"
Tanis sighed and slumped onto one hip, very pretty when Ann got a look at her, no makeup so she would be prettier done up, her yellow-seeming eyes glowed within her head then fell dark as she frowned. "Tell me then, where was he last night." Ann heard these difficult words and bit her lip.
"All I can tell you is that we met... for the first time, he decided he liked me and... it was awkward, but I felt... like there was someone here I could learn to like - he never mentioned you, honestly!"
"He came onto you?"
"Of course, do I look like I'd have to ask him?" She strutted a little, to which Tanis felt her confidence ooze out, a little respect for her authority and openness to come and apologise forming. "Listen hun, it was just a thing - it happens between people and I never thought anything of it. I don't want to know about him any more... I'm sure he's a wonderful guy and... you fit well together, you really do. Please, accept my apology?"
'How do I respond to that? Am I the childish one... ever? I can't be, besides I'm sure she's no threat, She's so out of his league!' Tanis responded as Ann had intended: the elder had submitted the love-icon to the youngster, let Tanis win in humble fashion, let Tanis establish herself as the alpha-female, now they were joined by society in Tanis' advantage (she believed.)
She'd asked her to accept her submission with a serious expression, a grown up sort of explanation that grew into a smile as Tanis relented.
"Ann... Weying. I'm glad you're taking this so well, you have to bear in mind though: he's just a man, they have no control over themselves, am I right?" Tanis giggled a little, seeing the truth in that.
"Heh-" 'What a well-mannered lady...'
"Especially at his age, all men do things like that, they're never happy, whatever we do for them!" 'You see, symbiote? We have gone from love rivals to friends, rewritten her idea of us until she thinks we're better for her than her disgusting mate!' 'We see, yes we see! Are we taking her for ourself?' 'Hah, no! It's cleverer than that, we're putting all the blame on Peter and letting him take her wrath, just helping her aim it so-to-speak.'
"Listen Ann, this is all a bit much, I'm a little emotional - where is Peter?"
"I left him to go back to school, I knew I could talk to you..." She hinted at Peter's inadequacy. "But don't beat yourself up, hun - there's nothing much you can do to stop him looking elsewhere... Let's sit, talk it over!" Ann offered the way of a coffee shop.
"No, I... I've got class and-" Ann shook her head and scowled.
"That'll wait, you need to figure this out here and now, get it out of your system before it develops!" Ann had ideas of her mental makeup; obviously something of an unpopular girl at a guess by her link with Peter and therefore an intelligent girl by high-school's usual reverse meritocracy. She dangled the carrot of wisdom before her to complete the rout. "Mmm?"
"Alright, yes!" Tanis smiled light-heartedly and agreed to sit for refreshments with her fleeting love-rival.
Trailing Ann to the counter, Tanis had a few moments to analyze her; 'She can't have been to blame, it's that cheating pig Peter!' "Ooh!" She grumbled, Ann spinning around, striding backwards as she cocked her head on the side.
"Aww, babe! Here, what do you want to drink?" Her sympathy generated from deep down, the suit regulating her chemistry to make her approachable, unthreatening and emotional, Tanis' body fooled by the symbiote's intricate manipulation through its woman's natural serums, her fine tuned moods and scents and senses intoxicating.
She recognised the question, "It's alright, you don't-"
"No! I insist hun, I have to! Hot Chocolate?" Tanis thought for an instant, a hot, soothing mug of heart-break potion would ease her from the inside; she nodded with a smile and a mouthed thankyou.
"Right!" She smiled and turned to the young lad behind the counter, "Heya Peaches - two hot chocolates!" She winked at her order before the beset young man could muster a response, 'Ann, I see your tactic works well: talk first, use your seduction technique and put them off canter so you can deliver your message with their defences down.' 'Exactly my friend, you're learning to think like a woman!'
Tanis noticed too, but despite her psychological training she saw the confidence shine through above all else; in this social surrounding, not ready to psychoanalyse and tormented in herself, she felt a little in her shadow but her response was a degree of awe and pride due to her kindly disposition and prior resignation.
'She's a wonderful sort of woman, kind, friendly and yet confident... a girl's girl!' Tanis got her head in at the psychology she'd come a-cropper on, but ended up looking at Ann, her clothing, her figure, height, beauty and disposition as one does a muse.
"You like?" Ann saw her looking at her black leather driving gloves, "Here..." She took them off and offered them to Tanis, "You've got nice arms, they'll really draw attention!" Tanis instead got the drinks, the dominant, gatherer instinct fully behind her actions.
"I dunno if I want attention really..." Tanis sheepishly murmered.
"What? You're kidding me!" Tanis was a little taken aback, did she misunderstant her introvertedness? "No, you've got to show off, it's a bitch-eat-bitch world, hun! Go on, try them on!" She made sure she took them, Tanis (with a little blush) pulling the tiny, shiny black gloves on, flexing her fingers out a little, "Y-see? If you feel sexy, you'll look sexy!" Ann offered, sensing the beginnings of a real sense of inferiority in Tanis (which she could help along.)
Ann took a drink whilst Tanis quietly looked at her hands and new gloves. "I'm glad-" Ann began, smiling into her cup, Tanis raising her eyebrows.
"-Of what?" Tanis realised, lowering her expression, "You've distracted me, that's a good start! The less I focus on it, [i]on him[/i], the less it becomes a complex." She felt quite comfortable saying, a pleasantly amused smirk on Ann's face.
"You must be studying psychology? It shows." Ann laughed within herself at this, Ann had wound her in knots and made Tanis think she had her how a Boa has her lunch.
"Thanks, I'm always looking for hidden things in the world, in people, actions. It interests me, reminds me who I am." Ann smiled widely in pride at this.
"Huh - I don't think I was anything like that at your age, maybe a little, but I'm impressed!" Ann flattered, Tanis obviously a little embarrassed at this.
"No, I'm just..." She shrugged with a smile.
"Don't be so humble, don't you have to be removed and confident in your line of work? Besides, you're obviously smarter than most." Tanis thought of an answer to this; society didn't prepare her for being told to be arrogant.
"Hmm, that's interesting. I never thought of it like that..." She sipped her drink as Ann diverted her understanding eyes to her own drink.
"You know what I think, Tanis...?" Leant on her elbows over the table, Ann whispered: "I think... you've got an awful lot to offer the world..." Tanis leant in to listen too, "But you need to show that, it doesn't just happen." Tanis listened and heard this like an order, but then - staring at Ann - saw her predatory gaze, the one that told her the secret to that poise and confidence, a spirit of something beyond her years.
"How old are you, hun?" Ann asked bluntly, obvious intent in the query.
"19..." She saw Ann judge just a little; anyone else, anyone not as forthwith and friendly and Tanis would have shrugged it off, but Ann continued.
"Look here, babe..." She reared back and pushed her chest out a little, drawing Tanis' eyes reluctantly to her profitable cleavage, down the centre-slice of the dress she wore - a challenging and brave choice to wear against Tanis' safe tank-top. Ann didn't mention it, but pushed more in the direction she was going "-I think - and don't take this the wrong way - you should show a little more; y'know give Peter something to... lock him in."
"Nah, audacious isn't me..." Ann chuckled a little at this.
"Sure it's not." She sat back, arm raised over the back of her chair; Tanis watched her with intrigue, a personality bigger than her psychological tools, Ann just looked her through, Tanis diverting her eyes as Ann stared and kept staring. "The thing is this, hun..."
Ann leant on a single elbow to tell her, "Men can't make their own minds up, they're dumb, impulsive creatures."
"Are we much different?" Tanis defended men, realising she was only defending Peter. "You certainly are..."
"I'm in control, I know what I'm doing, I always have! I see a lot of myself in you; in a few years you'll understand of your own accord, but I'll share a secret with you..." Tanis was a little sceptical, Ann had delivered all her real instructions that would gradually take shape, this was just for show, knowing it would be taken lightly. "If you want to keep Peter, make him love you, treasure you... You have to train him to do so, make his decisions for him, just don't... make his decisions for him. If you see what I mean?" Ann raised an eyebrow as Tanis thought this over, it actually made sense.
'How much can I manipulate Peter? I think he's already besotted with that damn Mary Jane character, do I have to upstage her? Should I aim for a new look?' Tanis thought.
"So, what's your answer?" Ann shocked her with, finishing her chocolate and standing, Tanis hurriedly gulping what she could and following suit.
"To what-oh! Your apology..." She smiled and laughed just a little. "I guess I have to, don't I?" Ann beamed and gave her a hug.
"Thankyou hun!" She pulled back, "Oh-" She wiped a little chocolate stain off the side of Tanis' mouth, "remember: you feel sexy, you look sexy!" Tanis smiled one that meant friends, something she didn't really keep; people never really inspired her, equalled her so Ann was rare and her transgression was forgotten as she'd helped her with her recovery and more besides.
"Uh, Ann-" 'I think this is a good idea...'
"Ahuh?" She looked up from her bag, recesses of blue she welcomed the sight of, Ann ready for Tanis' question.
"You think we could... meet up again? Only, I don't have many-"
"Shh, it's fine hun - I'd love to, smart girl like you, here..." A similar card she'd given Peter, an extra slice of her symbiote doled out to track her quarry (atop the gloves) "And good luck!" Ann walked to the door with her, a tight embrace and a-
"Thanks Ann, I've gotta get back. I'll call you!" Tanis began to jog a little, head full of miriad ideas.
"You'd better!" A final smile from Tanis as she turned and dissappeared. 'Ahh!'
'Couldn't have gone much better, our host!' Ann felt her urges to celebrate multiply as the symbiote fed her the pieces of glee she wanted in nucleic form.
'Mmm, yes I think you're right, my chic fric!' She turned and walked in her spindly, unflustered strides, even as the high she demanded began to gather pace; adrenaline began to pool. 'You're hungry? Funny, I thought you feed on adrenaline?'
'Mmm, [i]we[/i] do - but since we're about to feed and we're in such rude health and abundance of the wonderful drug, I'm willing to share!' Ann realised she hadn't eaten anything since the even in the church, she hadn't hungered or ached and even felt herself truly tire, the symbiote had simply turned her off at her own request - no sounder sleep had she enjoyed.
The extent of what they shared came as a strengthening agent to Ann: couples share thing, they shared more than love and words, they shared ideas, constantly surging one way and the other, but they worked in tandem, their biological chemistry acute so as the other merely acted to Ann's command and her hold on her prey was strengthened.
'Ahh, you feel that, my other? We hunger as one, we lust as one!' Ann began to feel confident, the very achievement of her expounded sexual gratification (boosted by the symbiote's ability to siphon off the sex toy's vital ingredients) melded into her suit's (and increasingly her own) lust for fresh chemical solvents and solutions. 'Ooh, is that a tinkerer's glee I feel, other? You appreciate my body's orchestra to your baton, wielding every emotional high and low with a maestro's zeal! I feel... adored!' She had by now slithered, full of motion and life, into an alley out of the sight of the world, striding powerfully and long into the places eyes never reach, even at this hour of the day.
'Yes, Yes - he's yours!' The symbiote urged as Ann was taken by her emotions, the decision had reared itself, 'Will you feed?'
'We [i]all[/i] will!' Ann introduced a drunken waster to her plot that thickened, the blankets cast away as she reared in gleaming black alien carapace across the short distance toward him.
"What the fuck?" He tried to scramble, but Ann was for having none; in a deftness of touch and control exhibiting her heightened sensual state, she extruded tendrils from the reserves on her thorax.
A single, swinging whip of black latex coiled his arm and dragged him, spinning around, the drunk falling back into a wall as her other breast hit him at ten paces with twins, Ann's fists clenched fiercely as she masked his face with waves of her liquid extensions, he grabbing and struggling.
"Come on, little one - don't choke on your big moment!" The unwelcome sensation of black intruders seeping through the gaps in his rotten teeth; he gagged as she slathered his tonsils, stumbling forwards as she tensed out her arms, reeling her catch into her broad cleavage with a satisfying fap, he crumbling against her, Venom taking his glutes for gain.
"Mmm, you like that?" 'Ohh! I feel so powerful!' Ann purred as the feeling of violent, thrashing asphyxiation brought the gropes and helpless slipping and stumbling she was asking for. "Yeh, right down, tear him out of his rags!" Ann ordered, the other ripping his dirty, stinking garbs into confetti.
She would not be denied her pleasure now she was so close, she wanted it and she wanted it to be good!
Pinning him to the wall as she pulled his legs about her, moving his vertebrae places they didn't want to go. "Shh, don't panic - we just need you to bow down and transform a little-" the sounds of a few thick cracks and twanging snapped muscular chords, "Ah, there!" He braced solidly in his fluidity.
Ann didn't hesitate to fully use her strength in smashing him into the wall, his resistance and his pleasure was non-existent without feeling below the ribs, but it didn't need to be.
"Mmm! Mmmymmm!" Ann panted, pushing her symbiote deep through his orifaces, "Ohh! Feed me! Feed me!" she demanded, violent smashes of her hips against his mutilated body as she felt him draining, her senses heightening and heightening even as her bodily extensions began to polish out dried, dead passages and sockets,
The feeling of the husk's horrific death did not distract her as she pushed and pulled once, vigorously cracking together like conkers, dislodging mortar; twice, snapping something vital and one final, screaming, glorious and skeleton-shattering third time, her tits spitting out his skull as she felt the last of him atrophy inside her dripping sex.
Thin, very-dead remains fell with the acoustics of wooden windchimes around her clutched stilleto-levered toes as she groaned a long, dually satisfied eulogy. "Mmm, yes my other... naughty is definitely the right word!"