Spiderman: Venom

Peter and MJ hadn't bothered to get dressed, and while Peter helped Gwen untangle herself, MJ was busy making coffee.

The three of them sat at the breakfast table in the courtyard, with Peter passing around sugar and milk. The silence between them was heavy and awkward. Despite all of them having wanted it, the situation still left an odd tension hanging in the air.

"So, uh, what's the situation with the three of us?" Peter finally addressed the elephant in the room. It felt strange sitting there unclothed with both Gwen and MJ, but Gwen had simply glanced over at MJ, nodded, and dismissed their lack of clothing entirely.

Peter was dating Gwen, and even though MJ had confessed to liking him, that had seemed like the end of it. The creation of Poison and Muse had been unintentional, a byproduct of something else entirely. While the idea had been mentioned, what had happened between them physically had never been part of the plan.

"I think that's pretty obvious, Pete. Unless MJ has changed her mind?" Gwen tilted her head, giving Peter a look that suggested she found his question utterly ridiculous.

She had already made her position clear, and with Muse's influence, she was willingly on board with everything that had transpired.

"I, uh," MJ fiddled with the handle of her coffee cup. "I didn't think things would end up this way, but yeah. It's fine."

Are you okay with sharing, Muse?

We love our sister, and we are happy to share, the symbiote replied.

"So, are we all cool with me still seeing Fel too?" Gwen asked as she stirred her coffee. "'Cause I really enjoyed watching you two, but I still have feelings for her."

Peter glanced at MJ, who took a sip of her coffee. "I think as long as we all agree, and Felicia's on board, too," Peter shrugged, "one more won't really change things much, will it?"

He was done being pushed around and victimized. He had been wronged plenty, but now he was taking back control of his life—not as Peter Puker, not as Pussy Parker.

He had taken MJ while Gwen watched, and it had felt empowering. Taking down criminals and clearing the streets of Midtown and New York felt just as satisfying. He was tired of always being underestimated. He was strong, he was intelligent. He was Peter Parker—the unstoppable Venom.

"I want both of you, MJ and you," he said, and Gwen leaned back in her chair with a serious expression.

"I don't know, Pete. Do you have the stamina for both?" Gwen asked with a teasing smirk as she slipped out of her top and shimmied out of her pants. "Do you want us both?" She climbed onto his lap, pressing herself against him. "I want you to have both."

MJ watched as Gwen slowly lowered herself onto Peter. While MJ had seen her fair share of adult content—who hadn't?—witnessing it in real life was entirely different. It was overwhelming, yet intriguing. MJ realized that while she didn't want to participate directly, she definitely didn't mind watching. As her hand wandered down between her legs, she admitted to herself that sharing might not be such a bad idea after all.

The following morning felt fresh and different. Peter had slipped out of bed while Gwen and MJ slept, taking the opportunity to prepare breakfast. The lingering warmth and memories from the previous night still enveloped him—a blend of the scent of sex, Gwen, and now MJ. He felt a deep sense of contentment.

By the time he started cooking, MJ had pulled a still-tired-looking Gwen out of the bedroom. Both women sat sipping on overly sweetened coffee while Peter worked in the kitchen. With a grin, he set a platter of eggs, bacon, and toast on the table's hotplate.

"This is it? The service here is awful," Gwen teased, winking at MJ. "You must be slacking off or something." She hid her amusement behind her coffee cup, clearly referencing his stamina, which he had proven repeatedly the night before.

MJ chuckled, recalling how Peter had exhausted Gwen and still had energy left for her afterward. She was impressed he had managed to get up before them and even make breakfast.

Peter shrugged. "I didn't fall asleep last night—that was you," he quipped.

Knowing she couldn't win that argument, Gwen decided to change tactics. "You're just too good." She leaned over, letting her nightdress slip off her shoulder, and went in for a kiss.

Peter laughed, pulling her into his lap and planting a kiss on the side of her neck. "But seriously, are we all okay? About last night, I mean?"

"I'm fine with it. I like MJ, so I'm good. But MJ, you need to break up with Flash. He can't know about this, and he'll make a fuss," Gwen warned. "Let's be clear—this isn't high school anymore. If he stirs up trouble, he's asking for an ass-kicking."

MJ smiled, nodding in agreement. Since her accident, Flash had become increasingly difficult to deal with. Regardless of last night, she had already planned to end things with him. With his temper and the way he treated her, it was overdue.

Gwen was right. Last night had given her the courage to finally tell Peter how she felt. Though the events were unconventional—and maybe a bit extreme—she didn't regret them.

Flash had been pressuring her, and even Harrison had started making inappropriate comments. After their last prom, MJ had decided to swear off intimacy completely. Flash had gotten drunk at a party and made a fool of himself, but a rumor had started that they'd hooked up. It had spread through the entire school within days.

The gossip even reached her father, who confronted her about it. He accused her of being pregnant and made it clear Flash would be held financially responsible if it were true. MJ tried to explain nothing had happened, but he wouldn't listen.

That was all in the past now. Here, with Muse and Peter, MJ finally felt happy.

Even so, she couldn't wrap her head around how things had unfolded. Peter and Gwen promised to explain everything and even offered to show her some slides to help her understand better.

All MJ knew was that last night, she and Peter had been intimate while Gwen watched. Afterward, they switched places, and a deeply submissive and remorseful Gwen allowed Peter to be with her as well. It had been strange to witness, but considering everything else that had happened recently, it wasn't the most outlandish, and she was fine with it.

MJ let out a dry laugh. "I mean, Flash isn't even part of my life anymore. I wouldn't… not that, and then... no." She shook her head, almost laughing at herself. "Just no."

She tried to steer the conversation away from the tension that mentioning Flash had caused. "Oh, uh, Muse says hi, by the way."

"You can actually talk to your symbiote? Mine never says anything," Peter said, sounding curious.

"Yeah," MJ admitted. "Muse talks to me all the time. But, uh, she thinks Poison is damaged or something, and yours… yours is just dead. I've kind of picked up some knowledge from Gwen. Poison isn't functioning properly—it's like it's just fragments of a symbiote instead of a full, living one."

Peter was taken aback. Was this the reason he couldn't communicate with his symbiote like MJ or Gwen could? Why he seemed to have more control over his abilities than Gwen did? Poison seemed to constantly resist Gwen, whereas Peter simply had to think about what he wanted Venom to do, and it obeyed.

"The thing is," MJ continued, "Muse says Poison is basically… well, not working as it should. Moron's not the right word. Uh, definitely not that other one either—'retard.' That's just offensive. Okay, let's go with… developmentally challenged." She paused, frowning as she clearly engaged in an internal conversation with Muse. Peter observed her with amusement. "Yeah, Muse says Poison is damaged. It probably happened because Gwen was dying when it bonded with her, and you weren't fully in control of your powers at the time. That's why Gwen struggles to manage it and why her abilities are all over the place."

"We Are Not Retarded!"

A fully suited Poison lunged at MJ from across the warehouse. MJ burst into laughter as she caught Poison mid-air, her own symbiotic skin seamlessly covering her.

MJ fell backward, using her legs to push Poison up and away. As Poison hurtled upward and collided with the rafters, Muse webbed her there with ease.

The sight of Poison dangling from the rafters made Peter chuckle. "Hey, no fighting in the warehouse. If you two kids want to roughhouse, take it outside."

Muse and Poison both froze, turning their heads toward Peter. "'Roughhousing?' And seriously, Pete, 'whippersnappers?' Who even says that?" Gwen teased.

"Aw, come on, it was just a joke."

Both women dissolved into fits of laughter at Peter's expense. It was clear that the "fight" wasn't serious; Muse and Poison were simply testing each other's limits.

Poison dissolved the webbing and landed gracefully on the floor below.

"Superhero landing," she declared, prompting more shared laughter.

It became evident that Peter had the most mastery over his powers. His symbiote seemed fully integrated into his body, giving him a stable set of abilities. However, this came with a downside: his powers were fixed, with no potential for evolution or growth. If he couldn't do something now, it was unlikely he ever would. Whether his symbiote was truly dead or merely mute, it was unsettling either way.

In contrast, Gwen could create and control various liquids, poisons, and drugs. Poison allowed her to synthesize and store these compounds safely within her body, even enabling the development of storage sites and chemical "factories" at a cellular level.

Peter, however, couldn't replicate any of this. He could sense the webbing chamber in his arm but had no way of altering its composition. Either the ability wasn't there, or he simply hadn't figured out how to access it.

MJ appeared to have the best of both worlds. Her symbiote was more intelligent than Gwen's and seemed to understand how to perform the same feats as both Poison and Venom, even if it lacked some of their raw capabilities. Moreover, Muse was cooperative and far less demanding.

One unique skill Muse possessed was the ability to transform into different outfits, altering MJ's appearance down to her skin and makeup. The symbiote had apparently embraced MJ's passion for theater, even naming itself after the Greek goddesses of inspiration.

MJ had taken a closer look at herself, with Gwen providing advice on some of the more nuanced, feminine aspects of her transformation.

Gwen had been right—MJ had never been particularly athletic, but her new physique was striking, with taut muscles visible as she posed and flexed.

She tried on an old bra and found, unlike Gwen, that her figure hadn't changed. She was still a 36C. Looking closer, though, MJ noticed that her skin was now flawless, with even her old acne scars faded. Her hair was shinier, with natural curls at the ends, as if it had just been styled. Thankfully, she was the same height, and her clothes still fit. She was simply… improved.

Did you do this?

Yes, yes. We made Mary Jane perfect—to attract Peter.

That's not going to be an issue, Muse, MJ thought, laughing.

Now try the skin coverings. We wish to replicate them.

Can you always do this? MJ asked. The idea of walking around naked wasn't appealing if Muse ever got injured.

We can, but only with things you've already worn. Skin is easy; these strange materials are harder.

MJ grinned. She was growing fond of being bonded with Muse. Stronger and faster than Poison, yet adaptable like Venom, Muse truly was the best of both worlds.

Still, they all agreed MJ needed training to master her abilities. She joined Peter and Gwen in their routine while adjusting to her powers.

Work wasn't an issue—she'd quit anyway. While job hunting was on her to-do list, she could afford to wait. The last thing they needed was Muse smashing plates in response to rude customers.

"But I'm fine," MJ whined after being banned from working. "Muse keeps me calm—we're fine."

"No. Muse can stabilize your emotions, but that's not healthy. You need to learn to handle things on your own," Peter reasoned, though MJ still pouted.

"We will keep you safe, Mary Jane. We love you."

"Muse protects me, Peter. She wouldn't let anything bad happen."

Peter rolled his eyes. "Uh-huh. So, how about I just bend you over the table right now?"

MJ immediately started stripping before stopping herself. "You're such an asshole," she grumbled, laughing. "Okay, okay, I get it. Muse is influencing my mood." She paused, her eyes sparkling mischievously. "So, do I get a discount on my rent for having such a, uh, 'hands-on' landlord?"

Peter sighed. "MJ, with all this," he gestured to himself, "you should be paying extra," he teased with a smirk.

MJ and Gwen just stared at him for a moment before bursting out in laughter.