Chapter 1

Peter sighed heavily as he swung through the chaos of New York City, exhausted from the never-ending battle against supervillains and other threats that had emerged since the multiverse had merged. Only one year after getting his powers and a week ago this chaos began. In a blinding ray of light, the Earth was now the size of Jupiter, with dozens of realities mixed together.

The streets were filled with destruction and debris, as villains and heroes alike clashed in a desperate struggle for supremacy. Even late at night, this city was filled with constant battles.

Spiderman's suit was a battered and torn mess, hanging off of Peter's body in tattered shreds. It was clear that it had seen better days, with numerous scratches and burns littering the red and blue surface.

The fabric was stretched and worn, and it seemed to cling to Peter like a second skin. It was clear that he had pushed the suit to its limits, and it had taken a beating as a result.

Despite the damage, the suit still managed to function, thanks to its advanced technology and durable construction. The web-shooters were still intact, and they fired off with the same precision and power as always.

But it was clear that the suit would need some major repairs if it was going to be able to withstand another intense battle. Peter knew that he would have to take it easy for a while, at least until the suit was fully repaired and ready for action again.

Despite his best efforts, Spiderman knew that he couldn't keep this up forever. He was just one man, and even with his incredible powers, he couldn't be everywhere at once. The weight of responsibility was starting to take its toll, and he could feel himself starting to flag under the strain.

As Peter swung through the city, he couldn't help but wonder if things would ever return to normal. Would the multiverse ever be separated again, allowing the heroes and villains of each universe to return to their own worlds? Or were they doomed to fight this never-ending war, with no end in sight?

Despite his exhaustion, Peter knew he couldn't give up. He was the friendly neighborhood Spiderman, and it was his duty to protect the people of New York, no matter how tired he might be. With a renewed sense of determination, he swung into action, ready to face whatever dangers lay ahead.

However, something caught Peter's attention. A familiar figure on a desolate rooftop called for him.

A massive creature fused to a stray cat now the size of a lion. Black, with skin like tar, two big eyes drew on the homogeneous surface of its face, and a grin proper for a woodchipper. Venom's roar caught his attention.

Preparing for a battle, Peter swung towards him but when he arrived on the roof something surprised him.

"You think you can take me down with those claws, Venom? I've got eight legs, and I'm not afraid to use them!" He didn't even have the energy to do a quip that made sense.

"Keep your spirit high Peter, don't let it known that you could use a 48-hour power nap."

However the alien wasn't looking for a fight, it was looking for something much worse.

Like a normal cat, it went belly up as it wagged that black and gooey tail to him. It was clear what it wanted.

"Talking about clingy exes. . ."

Spiderman was taken aback when Venom offered to help him by merging their powers together. He had always viewed the alien as one of his greatest enemies, a dangerous and unpredictable symbiote with a penchant for destruction and chaos.

But as he looked into Venom's eyes, he saw a glimmer of something he hadn't expected. A sense of desperation, of wanting to do good and make amends for the harm it had caused in the past.

Despite his reservations, Spiderman knew that he couldn't turn down an offer of help, especially in the midst of this chaotic and dangerous situation. It had been 23 hours since he put his suit to face the first cry for help. 12 Robberies, 4 attempts of murder, and 7 supervillains fight. He even had fought with two different Doctor Octopus and a maniac with a black and orange helmet wielding katanas!

It nearly killed him the last time he used it, but why would he let villains live if he didn't believe in the possibility of redemption? It would be extremely hypocritical of him to deny the alien the opportunity to try to do good.

Also, it had chosen him. A hero instead of one of the many superpower crazy villains that would gladly accept a huge boost in power. They would be an excellent source of food for it. Even that cat would be better than Peter's nerdy persona. But no, it chose him.

"Fine . . . promise not to eat my brain . . ." And with that, Peter's tired hand touched the belly of the monster.

He nodded slowly, and the two of them merged their powers. It was like touching a landmine, an explosion of black goo was shot toward him.

The boy was surrounded by a writhing mass of tentacles, each one slimy and pulsating with a life of its own. They seemed to be reaching out for him, their grasping tendrils writhing and curling as they tried to wrap around his body. Venom encapsulated the love of her life with relentless determination.

As the alien symbiote flowed over Spiderman's body, he could feel the familiar tingling sensation that always accompanied their mergers. The suit was slick and smooth to the touch, almost like a second skin. It was a comforting feeling, one that he had come to associate with power and protection.

The familiar scent of the symbiote filled his nostrils, a mixture of metal and chemicals that were uniquely its own. That stench meant danger and adventure for him, and it filled him with a sense of excitement and anticipation.

But then a voice began to whisper inside Peter, feminine and gentle. A disturbing change for the silent companion he was expecting.

"I don't need to tell you things are bad Peter. They were always bad."

The feeling went deeper as the smooth and velvety sensation of the tentacles began to slide inside Peter's body.

She was going deeper than ever, trying to permanently fuse with his body. This was wrong! It was extremely dangerous! He needed to take it out now! However, a sudden spike of pleasure brought him to his knees as the monster slowly covered his crotch.

"Hey stop, that!" Peter protested but Venom kept molesting him. Groping him in ways that . . . actually, it was the first time someone groped him.

"Buildings are collapsing, people are missing and villains run rampant in the city!" She proclaimed as the boy felt a massive tongue breaking in his mouth, stealing his first kiss.

Peter lay on the ground, exhausted and unable to fight back as the colossal mass of pure darkness had her way on him.

It felt . . .good. He was weak from exhaustion so the struggle suddenly stopped. The overwhelming pleasure of being kissed in such ways as the boy's cock was licked and massaged by those wet and sticky tentacles made Peter docile.

"Nobody knows what to do and there is no end to this."

"Why are you talking about this?!"

"Because someone has to do it! I am tired of seeing you! The love of my life! The person that made me what I am today in such a way!" She snarled with anger directly in Peter's mind. The boy let out a whimper as a row of fangs appeared and squeezed his neck, like a lion about to crush her prey's throat.

"You enclose in your little city as the local police tell you that we have 49 burglars, 23 murderers, and 4 ends of the world scenario as if it is the way we suppose to live." She was angry and frustrated. He . . . was also that way. Peter wanted to deny it, hiding behind quips and smiles but he was tired.

"We know things are bad, they are crazy, chaotic!" Venom became more aggressive, the tongue went berserker inside his mouth, like a shark out of water.

"Take it easy . . . please." He was about to come, and the boy's balls felt tight, filled with virile cum that never had a chance to be inside a female. Now? His virginity was taken by a weird alien suit obsessed with him.

"So you stay in your comfort zone," Venom whispered, continuing her merciless attack. Battling her way inside Peter's body and corrupting each cell of it, forcing them to merge as she wanted to do the first time they met.

"Please leave us alone in our neighborhood! Let me have a calm life with my normal job and family! Leave me with my precious status quo! Is not perfect but it is the best we have!" She said with a mocking tone. It hurt how much she was right. It almost hurts as much as the spunk begging to get out and when he was ready to finish. . .

"I will not leave you alone." A thin tentacle quickly wrapped against the base of his manhood, forbidding him from climaxing.

"Hey let me finish!" He snarled back, recovering some of his strengths thanks to the painful edging.

"Yes, that is! I want you to get mad, to get angry, to get furious!" Venom was making Peter feel things he always repressed.

She became even more aggressive, massaging and rubbing his cock with feral viciousness. A wild beast trashing a defenseless prey.

"Gwen?! Dead! The Green Goblin killed her!" If only he was a little stronger and faster. Her best friend's death was his own fault. What did he do? Nothing! Peter stayed the same Spiderman.

"Mary Jane?! Not even a word after graduation!" He wanted her as his girlfriend. But Peter let her go, he lacked the courage to take the next step in the relationship.

"Your aunt?! Did you think that you could have her forever?!" With the number of immortal beings in this world, he could find a longevity source for her. Why didn't he do it? Because death was natural? No, it was not! Spiderman was a hero, his job was to do the impossible. Limits shouldn't be on his mind.

"Harry?!Eddie?! You let your friends become monsters and then you didn't have the strength to put him back in a straight place!" Yes, she was right! He should have had the might to stop them and help them. Why didn't he make a serum to fix Harry's brain? Why didn't he have the money to pay Eddie for all the damage he made to his life?

The only reason for Peter's problems was his complacency. With great power comes great responsibility. Doing the bare minimum was what got this young 19 years old boy in this miserable situation, but not anymore.

"Face it, Peter, at this point I'm your only friend," Venom whispered in a soft voice.

"Yes, you are!" He admitted. This thing, this monster, was right. Wait, it wasn't a creature . . . it was the only person that took him back to reality.

"Good, have your reward, my love," she purred and released the grab on his cock, letting the boy finally burst his seed all over that mass of black tendrils.

As Peter came, he felt Venom sinking inside him. The tentacles swarmed the white of his eyes, tendrils swimming on his skin and the black goo of the alien merging with his brain. This small opening created by that powerful orgasm was all she needed to make him hers forever.

"Fuck . . ." It felt nice, finally letting out all that frustrations and lies go.

"That is . . . let it all go," Venom said as she milked him, leaving not a single drop without consuming it.

"Be true to your feelings, my love." The warmth of the alien obsessive love began to burn deep inside Peter.

"Because I don't know how to lie, invent or pretend or falsify, I say what is and not what you want to hear. Feel free to love me." Maybe it was the symbiote changing his brain chemistry to force a sickening feeling of passion inside him but Peter didn't care. It felt good, those words were true, why should he reject her?

She understood him, she loved him, and most importantly, she would never leave him alone again.

"I see in your mind the confusion that rules over your head."

The mental fog of countless hours of fighting was cleared, and a firm resolution was restored to its prime.

"I taste the guilt of not being strong enough."

Peter clenched his fist as the hunger for more power ate the remorse attacking his soul. He would become better, he would become a superior Spiderman.

"I smell the fear on your body of losing more people."

Never again, he would save everybody no matter the cost.

"I feel the craving you have for more."

He wanted more. Peter wanted a nice house, a big family, and the power to keep it. No, he wanted everybody to be safe and happy. Each person deserved that.

"Look around Peter, I am the only one that is with you now." The transformation was done. Now they had finally merged, sharing one body as their bond became stronger than ever.

"Yes, you are . . . I am sorry for leaving you." Peter admitted. She was just a lost alien that went a little hard on him. Treating a sentient creature like a disease was just . . . wrong.

"No need. I was young and impulsive . . . but I have learned and grown. . .and you will do so." She slowly stopped messing with his body. The cocoon of black slime retreated the massive tongue from Peter's mouth but the small tentacles on his crotch keep caressing softly the manhood.

"Yes, mistress." He completely submitted to his new partner.

"Let me correct you, Peter." Venom quickly changed her tone, to one more serious and direct.

"I don't want to be your owner or your master. I want you to be happy." The tendrils around him squeezed, Venom best try to give a hug in this form.

"So . . . you are my . . . girlfriend?"

"I would like something more formal than that but it will do."

No, Peter would no longer accept a "good enough". He wanted her happiness as much as she wanted his.

"Fine then, what about my . . .mate?" Maybe something more animalist would be better? Wife was too formal.

"Oh I like that . . . but . . ."

There was an uncomfortable long pause as Venom seemed to be distracted, thinking or trying to figure out something new. Peter could feel the alien crawling inside his mind, searching and collecting information.

"What? Is something wrong?"

"We should mate properly to make it official."

Peter then felt a tentacle, like a small needle, pierce his manhood, and something was injected into it. He was full mast again a split second later.

Peter Parker

Attributes (1 = What a normal person has):

Strength: 14

Durability: 8

Agility: 14

Senses: 6

Intelligence: 10

Powers:

Spider-sense: It warns the user of any direct danger and helps him evade attacks.

Wall-crawling: The user can cling to and crawl up walls and ceilings thanks to the special "sticky" pads on his hands and feet.

Web-slinging: The can shoot webs from special devices on his wrists, allowing him to swing through the city and capture his enemies.

Healing factor: The user's body has a natural healing ability that allows him to recover from injuries faster than a normal human. At least 10 times faster.