Black Widow's Sexy New Symbiotic Catsuit
Chapter 11: The Seed of Venom
Betty Brant sat in her living room, watching TV and watching the veins in her arms glow with black fluid every couple of seconds. She closed her eyes, knowing the time was near, and envisioning what life would be like once the transformation was complete.
A sound of shattered glass echoed as Betty screamed only briefly, before realizing who had shown up, and then a smile came to her face.
Natasha, in full-symbiote, stood up from the broken glass that used to be Betty's window.
"Natasha Romanoff. I've been expecting you."
The mask melted away, revealing Natasha's true face.
"I know the truth," Natasha said. "About you-"
"Yes, yes, I'm sure you know about how I'm the 'mole' right about now, don't you? I'm the person who betrayed SHIELD, who has been working with Latveria to acquire symbiote technology-"
"I don't really care what you have to say for yourself-"
"Oh, but you must." Betty said, in a faux-sincere kind of way. "You see, you're involved with things far more than you think. Do you think it's an accident that you're wearing that… marvelous suit? Do you think it's an accident that SHIELD's most decorated agent is now the most wanted criminal in the world? Do you think that it's not fate, carefully controlled by yours truly, that brought you here, to me?"
Natasha started to panic. This could be a trap.
Betty smiled sweetly. "Yes, Agent Romanoff, I knew what was in that package when it was delivered to Director Fury. I knew that it wasn't a new uniform for you. Whether or not that catsuit ended up in some government warehouse collecting dust ostensibly for 'research' or whether or not it ended up on your cute little body was all down to a decision made by one person… me!"
Natasha couldn't believe what she was hearing.
Betty scoffed. "Where are my manners? I should probably tell you everything from the beginning!"
With that, Betty walked over to Natasha, put her hands on Natasha's shoulders, and slammed Natasha towards the floor, where Natasha landed butt-first into a sitting position.
Natasha noticed black fluid coursing through Betty's veins. She couldn't have time to process before Betty started speaking.
"I want to tell you a story about a girl. A girl who worked for the Daily Bugle, New York's most illustrious paper. The girl had her heart broken, and she had broken plenty of others. She was just waiting for the right guy. And one day, in he walks. He's perfect. He's got blond hair, big muscles, and the perfect body. He says he wants to work at the Bugle. He gets the job. On his way out, he flirts with the secretary. The secretary gives him her number."
The wheels in Natasha's head were starting to turn. Blond? Muscles? This all sounded very familiar…
Betty continued. "The boy and the girl saw each other, and kept seeing each other. But then one day, the boy changed. A little… rough around the edges, just different, in that way that one day you wake up next to one person one day and next to someone completely different the next. So, the girl decides to go out and buy some sexy apparel, just the way he likes it, and hopefully get him out of this funk with a night of fun, laid-back fucking. The boy comes home, the girl is on the bed, ready to start. The boy doesn't bother with the foreplay, he just goes for it. It's so different, the girl thinks to herself, as that hard cock thrusts inside of her. He didn't used to feel like this. Everything seems larger, tighter than before. She closes her eyes in ecstasy, taking in this moment, and just when she's about to climax she opens them, only to discover that the boy isn't a boy anymore. She sees an inky, black costume over her boy, with a toothy maw and giant tongue. She starts to scream, and not from the pleasure. He notices she's in distress, but can't pull out before… well, you get the idea."
Natasha looked up. "Eddie Brock. Venom. That was the boy. The girl was you."
Betty put her hand to her chest, paying little attention to Natasha's response. "Eddie didn't will the symbiote to come over him that night. The Venom symbiote saw an opening… in more ways than one," she said, chuckling, "and decided to act upon it… so to speak. A way to have a spawn, not the way symbiotes usually spawn, but with a human. I didn't get pregnant. That couldn't have happened, considering the different biologies of humans and symbiotes. Venom's symbiote simply… unloaded genetic information into me. His… essence. It courses through me."
Betty looked sad as she continued with her tale. "Eddie was embarrassed. He didn't know what the consequences of this strange incident could be. When it was obvious I was okay, and I wasn't going to conceive a child, Eddie went back to his beloved Annie. Maybe it was for the best. I haven't spoken to Eddie in years. I hear he's sick, but who knows. All I know is that the essence he gave me," Betty said, holding up her arms so Natasha could see the black "essence" flowing through her veins, "is the best gift anyone has ever given me."
"I realized that this essence can be activated. And when I saw the Booted Beauty attack the Oscorp building, I realized the strength I so desired. I want to be powerful, Natasha. And not in that bulking, symbiote kind of way. Something more… human. So, I figured that this was worth it. I quit my job at the Bugle. It was hard to say goodbye to Ben, and Robbie, and Peter… especially Peter. But I needed to know the truth. By that time, I became aware of an underground network of Latverians in New York. They wanted what I wanted: access to symbiotes. They wanted the Booted Beauty. I wanted something else. I let them know what had happened to me. They were the ones who told me that the power that courses through my veins could be activated, if only I were to find the proper symbiote DNA."
A pause. "And tonight, Natasha Romanoff," Betty said, menacingly, "you and that magnificent suit of yours will provide me with that DNA."