Peter and MJ couldn’t keep their hands off each other.They had gotten as far as the alley behind the club when the need had overwhelmed them. The sex was rough, almost animalistic. They had made a vague attempt at privacy by hiding behind a pile of boxes of booze stacked up on one wall of the ally but the noise they were making couldn’t be misinterpreted.Peter had lifted up MJ, her skirt bunched around her waist, and impaled her on his rock hard cock. MJ’s legs were wrapped tight around his waist as she bucked wildly, coming over and over.
MJ didn’t stop when she felt another pair of hands start to caress her from behind. A soft voice whispered in her ear.
“Found you!”
Peter stared into the pitch black eyes of the woman and was entranced. She was stunning and he wanted nothing more than for her to join them. He reached out and pulled Gwen in for a kiss. MJ moaned in pleasure as she watched them, Peter’s cock still pumping in and out of her dripping pussy.
“My parents are out of town,” she said between the gasps of pleasure.
Ten minutes later the three of them were writhing together in MJ’s parent’s bedroom in their vast brownstone house in downtown Manhattan. The sheets were drenched in a mix of come and more of Gwen’s strange fluids.
“What did you, ooooh, do to us?” moaned MJ as Peter slipped inside her again.
“I wanted you, so I took you. He was just a bonus I suppose,”said Gwen, nodding towards Peter.
“I’ve never felt like this before. I feel so good, so horny. I never want it to end. Make me yours, make me yours forever!”
Gwen looked at her. She was stunning. Her messed up hair and sweaty body made her even more desirable. Could she keep her? Control her somehow. A few days ago Gwen would have been repulsed by the thought but now,with her morals slipping further away with each hour, replaced by something new, a predatory instinct, there was nothing she wanted more than to have this beauty obey her every whim.
Slowly her fangs emerged. Something inside Gwen told her what she had to do, how to control her new powers. She took MJ and tilted her head back, opening her mouth. Hissing, Gwen let a single drop of venom drip into MJ’s gaping mouth and then released her. MJ twisted, freeing herself from Peter and fell to the floor, writhing in something between pain and pleasure.Gwen watched in fascination while also manoeuvring Peter’s cock inside her. She pushed him down onto the bed and rode him hard, coming again and again.
MJ’s writhing suddenly stopped. She rose, hair covering her face. Her body was drenched in sweat. There was a new swell to her bosom and her waist had more curve to it but other than that her luscious body was unchanged. As she brushed her long red hair aside Gwen saw a pair of pitch black eyes staring back at her. MJ smiled, revealing a pair of sharp fangs. A knowing look passed between them and they hissed in unison before the pair of the dived at Peter’s exposed neck and bit down, hard. Peter writhed for a few seconds as they drank, but soon his movement stopped and the only sound was the noise of the two transformed women sucking the remaining blood from his lifeless body.
MJ flopped back onto the bed, licking her blood stained lips.
“What are we?” she asked.
“I don’t know. I got bit by a spider on a school trip and I became this,” said Gwen, running her hand over her enhanced body.
“You were at school?” MJ stared at her face. “Wait, Gwen?Gwen Stacy?”
“You got it babe. In the flesh.”
“Wow, you look… well, you know how you look.”
“I’m flawless. The spider gave me powers, but something else too. A hunger. It’s consuming me. The worrying thing is that I kinda like it. I feel myself slipping away and I don’t care. I don’t give a fuck about my old life. I’m a new kind of thing and I’m not giving it up. I’m not giving you up.”
“I’ll never leave you. I’m bound to you. I’m yours forever,” said MJ, running her hand into the gap between Gwen’s thighs.
“I know babe. Say, when are your parent’s coming back?”
“I don’t care. They are nothing, weak humans,” hissed MJ,baring her fangs. “Food.”
“Aren’t we human?” asked Gwen.
“I don’t feel human. We’re something better now. We should dominate them. We’re stronger, they’re nothing but prey.”
Gwen thought for a moment. MJ had taken to her transformation much quicker. The smile she was giving Gwen was wicked, almost inhuman. Gwen had never seen anything sexier. MJ was right, they weren’t human anymore, and Gwen liked it. She glanced over at Peter’s body and felt no remorse whatsoever. Was this what they described as being evil?
“You’re right MJ. They are nothing. We can take this place, make it into our… nest,” said Gwen, pulling MJ to her and then pushing her down between her legs.
Any regrets or questions Gwen had about her transformation were washed away forever by the waves of deep pleasure that washed over her. She revelled in the feeling of her wonderful new body and started to plan…
Blackness. All the creature could see was blackness. In the dim recesses of its mind sat a vague recollection of a time before the blackness, a time before it was the creature, a time when it had a name.
It tried to struggle against its sticky containment, as it had tried a hundred times before. This time was different. A patch of dryness had formed near to one appendage. A finger-thing reached out and sliced the covering. The tiniest ray of light entered its chamber. The creature waited, letting its eyes adjust, then, with a flick, tore at the barrier that had been its prison for as long as it could remember existing. The barrier dropped away, it was free! Free-er anyway. It had emerged into a darkened room,small. That’s what it thought anyway, something in its subconscious told it this was a small room. A single line of light lit up one wall, not a wall, a door.
Carefully it reached out with an arm and pushed the door.It opened. Daylight lit up the room and the creature stared down at the arm in front of it. Shiny, no glossy, black covered the whole appendage. Sharp claws,and spines. It flexed and the fingers moved, joints between the hard shell allowing easy movement.
It stepped out, only using two legs. It seemed natural to walk that way. It seemed natural to use two legs to walk, two arms to manipulate. What the other four appendages that sat in the middle of its back were for was unclear at the moment. It wrapped them around itself so the sharp points at the end of each one came to rest together just underneath the two large bulbous objects at the top of its chest. Another word drifted into its mind from some deep hidden memory. Breasts. Yes, that’s what they were, are,breasts. A lonely remnant of the creature’s past existence as something else.
As the appendages moved something white fell to the ground. Cloth, remnants of what it had been before. Something hard was attached to the cloth. On the hard thing was a word. The creature stared and a sound formed in its head. Debra. Debra. The word was an echo of an identity lost during the creature’s transcendence to its current form.
A sound. The creature twisted its head a hundred and eighty degrees and zeroed in on the source. A figure stood in the doorway of the room. It was making a loud noise, screaming. A haze descended over the creature’s conscious mind.
When the haze lifted it was sat next to the unmoving body of the figure. It stared down in fascination. The body was pale and thin. The creature stood and looked down at itself, comparing the two forms. They weren’t so dissimilar. Its own body was mostly black pieces of shell, but where they were missing, around the breasts, the crotch, around the joints. The creature was somehow curvier. Its breasts were bigger, waist narrower, legs longer. It kicked out and the desiccated corpse flew across the floor to the other side of the room. Then it turned and walked towards the window, the sharp black spikes that had emerged from its heels clicking against the hard floor. The bare pink flesh of its behind swayed as it walked. The creature stood, allowing the bright sun to warm its body for a few minutes then flicked its wrist at a nearby skyscraper and pulled itself into the sky using the thick webbing that had emerged.