Felicia

It had been a while since you'd gotten to do this... swing through the city, relax on patrol. As the Friendly Neighborhood Spider-Hero of New York, there was almost always something going on, such as just last week, when you used church bells to force off the Alien Symbiote which was attempting to bond with you. Since that day, you thought about the Symbiote... how, before it lost consciousness, it saved you from death, from the Church Bell becoming dislodged from its holding place, which surely would have crushed and killed you in your then extremely weakened state. You wondered to yourself, if the alien was truly evil, or if it simply couldn't express its love to you in an acceptable manner... perhaps that was why, rather than kill it completely, you took it to your close friends at the Fantastic Four, and had them study it, in hopes of being able to make proper talk with it, to make it understand...

On a similar note, you hadn't seen Felicia for a long time. The Platinum-Blonde was a troublemaker and thief, but you did care for her, and she, for you. You'd been on-and-off for a long time... and she was even willing to sacrifice her life as a thief for you, to help you as a hero... but you denied her. Why did you do that? No, you knew why. Because she was powerless...because it was two dangerous. Even so, you couldn't help but question if that was the right choice... but you were interrupted, as you received a text from Reed Richards, AKA Mr. Fantastic, leader of the Fantastic Four. You swung toward a nearby building, sticking to its side, as you read the message... and it told you that the Symbiote had escaped. Someone, or something had broken into the Baxter Building HQ of the Fantastic Four, and taken it.

You couldn't help but feel your anxiety rise, as you wondered who had stolen the Symbiote, for whoever had it could deal great damage, with its extreme capabilities to enhance ones strength, speed, stamina, and so on. You weren't given much time to think about it, however, as a police report filtered through your mask... someone was robbing a museum... and that sounded like Black Cat! Maybe, talking to her, you could ease yourself, just a bit. You were unsure as to why she had gone back to stealing... but it would be a nice distraction nonetheless, doubly so while you had no leads on the Symbiote. Thus, you leapt from the building, and began to swing... and eventually, through a vent, dropped down into the Museum. There were no guards, and the security systems were disabled... but... there were... cracks?

Cracks adorned the floor, as though from the steps of something rather large in size... something you heard. You turned your head, looking behind you... and seeing nothing... until you felt drool leak onto your shoulder from above, prompting you to gaze to the ceiling... which let you see it. See her. See them. The symbiote-clad woman dropped down in front of you, with a thud, and slowly rose to her massive stature of 10'8, leaning down, and running her long, prehensile tongue against your mask in a tease, letting it roll into her mouth, as he spoke.

"Hello... Spider..."

She greeted simply. The figure was massive, monstrous... and... uncomfortably attractive. Her body was mostly all black, aside from her chest, which, from her crotch down, in a rising V shape, up to her shoulders, was a milky white, her outer arms from the forearm down matching that white, as did her neck and head. Said head being adorned with white, flowing tendrils that mimicked hair. No irises bestowed upon the beast, as its large mouth revealed sharp teeth... you knew who it was... and the next moments would only confirm your suspicions, as the figure's size began to dwindle. Slowly, the Symbiote seemed to fold in on itself... its curves and muscles decreasing in size as its body did the same, and beneath it... revealing the much smaller, 5'9 and alluring figure of Black Cat.

Felicia wore nothing but the Symbiote, which adorned her in all Black, her piercing green eyes, provided an eye-mask by the Symbiote, meeting yours, as she placed a hand on her hip, and began to circle you. Her legs were all black, save for three, small slits on either side of both thighs, akin to claw marks, which unveiled her skin. Her torso would be the same, completely black, were it not for those same 'cuts' in the pattern of the Symbiote, that unveiled small snippets of the skin of her toned stomach, and alluring cleavage. She stopped behind you, and brought a hand to your throat, applying gentle pressure with her hand, which was encased by a pale white from the Symbiote, her nails adorned with talons... as she whispered.

"You rejected us... me. Felicia Hardy... and my new other... the Symbiote."

She began simply, continuing to circle you, as she traced your neck with a clawed finger, the sensation sending a pleasant shiver down your spine.

"So... we decided... to show you what you're missing... we're going to be a better hero than you... and a thief you can't catch... we're going to pressure you and rob you of your spotlight..."

She whispered, lifting your mask up gently as she leaned in from behind, to whisper into your ear.

"...Until you beg for our help."

She said, her tone low and sultry, as she circled once more, letting the Symbiote re-encompass her, reassuming her monstrous form, but not altering her stature, remaining at the smaller size of 5'9, as she now stood in front of you, wrapping her powerful arms around your neck. It was apparent from the increased pressure of her body against yours, that this symbiote-clad form enhanced her physique in all ways.

"...Unless of course... you beg now..."

She said sultrily, the words leaving the Symbiote-Clad woman's mouth like honey, each word a drug you were addicted to... as she leaned in, stopping just short of a kiss.

"...If you were to... we could show you so much..."

She said, her clawed finger moving back from your neck, down to your chest, tracing small circles.

"...We could be very nice..."

She assured as the Symbiote peeled away, to show her more human form, allowing her to lean in, and gently nibble at your earlobe... the sensation was arousing, but it became mildly panic-inducing when the pleasure started to be replaced with pain, as she re-entered her Symbiote form, her sharp teeth piercing your ear, before she stopped, and pushed you down to the ground, and straddled your hips.

"...Or very naughty..."

She added, finishing her prior statement.

"So, Spider... choose... beg for our help now..."

She said, letting her left index finger extend into a tendril which encased your ear, and healed it, thanks to the Symbiote's powers. The tendril slowly retracting back into her finger afterward.

"...Or... you can argue, and fight... and we'll just have to put you in your place, and make you beg for our help later."

She said simply, the hair-like tendrils of her full Symbiote form flowing lightly, as she awaited your reply.

About one month ago, you were confronted by the combination of Black Cat and the Symbiote. Pinned down in a museum and told that they'd make you beg for their help, and that you could do so immediately, or reject them, and cause them to work for it. You, in their eyes at least, chose the latter. You tried to argue that the costume was just using her, and her love for you, proving to both Felicia and the Symbiote that you needed to learn a lesson. Thus, they knocked you out... and left you... and for the past month, crime rates had been going down to extreme degree.

Any and all supervillains that appeared were immediately bested and thrown in jail. Black Cat had become New York's favorite vigilante, to the point that she hardly received any scrutiny for her robberies on the side, the only time you'd see her, in which she'd prove her superiority by easily defeating you and leaving with her stolen goods. The only thing that didn't sit right with you... aside from the stealing, was the bodies. Every major non-supervillain, crime boss or gang leader would have their body dropped, being decapitated entirely, and you knew why- Felicia needed to consume human brains for the special chemical needed to feed the Symbiote. Felicia's consumption of heads only worried you further, that the Symbiote might truly be evil... though, a part of you, deep down, wondered still, if that was only because of your bias. After all, it couldn't control what it needed to live.

Nevertheless, after a long and extremely uneventful day of patrol, where any crime you attempted to halt was already stopped by Black Cat upon your arrival... you finally swung back into your apartment and bedroom via window. Stripping yourself free of your skintight Spider-Suit, and putting on more comfortable clothes, fitting for your approaching bedtime. You exit your bedroom, and walked out to your living room, yawning... until a tendril slammed into you, pinning you to a wall... and you saw who had done so. The slightly smaller than normal, but still rather large form of the Symbiote-Clad Black Cat. Her body was mostly all black, aside from her chest, which, from her crotch down, in a rising V shape, up to her shoulders, was a milky white, her outer arms from the forearm down matching that white, as did her neck and head. Said head being adorned with white, flowing tendrils that mimicked hair. No irises bestowed upon the beast, as its large mouth revealed sharp teeth.

"Hi, babe~"

She said in a teasing tone, her voice possessing an echo due to the Symbiote, as she approached with her 6'5 frame, which dwindled in size slowly... its tendril retracting, and freeing you from the wall, as the Symbiote appeared to fold in on itself, revealing Black Cat, who simply sat down onto your couch, running her gaze over you. In her more 'human' form, Felicia wore nothing but the Symbiote, which adorned her in all Black, her piercing green eyes, provided an eye-mask by the Symbiote, and meeting yours. Her legs were all black, save for three, small slits on either side of both thighs, akin to claw marks, which unveiled her skin. Her torso would be equally so, were it not for those same 'cuts' in the pattern of the Symbiote, that unveiled small snippets of the skin of her toned stomach, and alluring cleavage.

"You've had one month to see what we can do... so, we want an answer, Spider."

She said simply, chuckling lightly. Her laugh was perfect, the sound of Angels singing, yet like everything involving her, brought a temptation unrivaled.

"Do you want our help yet? Are you willing to beg for it~?"

She asked simply, in a flirtatious, teasing tone, the smirk which came to her lips being sardonic in nature, as she awaited your reply.

About one month ago, you were confronted by the combination of Black Cat and the Symbiote. Pinned down in a museum and told that they'd make you beg for their help, and that you could do so immediately, or reject them, and cause them to work for it. You, in their eyes at least, chose the former. You begged 'till they were satisfactory, and eventually, they thus chose to help you... and helpful they were. Felicia completely stopped all illegal activity, and aided you full-time as lover and crime-fighter, and together, you two knocked crime rates down immensely.

Any and all supervillains that appeared, immediately being bested and thrown in jail. Black Cat had become New York's favorite vigilante alongside yourself, to the point that she hardly received any scrutiny for her previous robberies. The only thing that didn't sit right with you... was the bodies. Every major non-supervillain, crime boss, or gang leader would have their body dropped, being decapitated entirely, and she had told you why- Felicia needed to consume human brains for the special chemical needed to feed the Symbiote. Felicia's consumption of heads worried you, that the Symbiote might truly be evil... though, a part of you, deep down, wondered still, if that was only because of your bias. After all, it couldn't control what it needed to live.

Nonetheless though, it was time to act, not think, as you and your lover were in the middle of a battle. Felicia was impressive, to say the bare minimum. In her full Symbiotized state, her body was mostly all black, aside from her chest, which, from her crotch down, in a rising V shape, up to her shoulders, was a milky white, her outer arms from the forearm down matching that white, as did her neck and head. Said head being adorned with white, flowing tendrils that mimicked hair. No irises bestowed upon the beast, as its large mouth revealed sharp teeth.

Within this form, she was able to shapeshift and manipulate her size easily, able to grow up to 10'8 in height, or stay as small as her natural size, at 5'9. The Symbiote's immense shapeshifting ability came in great handy, as she thrust her right arm forth, allowing it to extend into a tendril which wrapped around the body of a thug. She swung her arm out, slamming the crook into his allies, and effectively knocking all who remained unconscious. She was impressive...and even in her symbiotized state... she was hot. Once it as all said and done, she let out a monstrous roar, before looking to you. Even in this state, without any irises, you could feel her expression soften upon meeting yours.

"Are you hurt, my Spider~?"

She asked, in affectionate tone, as the Symbiote retracted, seeming to fold in on itself, revealing her more human state. In said state, Felicia wore nothing but the Symbiote, which adorned her in all Black, her piercing green eyes, provided an eye-mask by the Symbiote, and meeting yours. Her legs were all black, save for three, small slits on either side of both thighs, akin to claw marks, which unveiled her skin. Her torso would be equally so, were it not for those same 'cuts' in the pattern of the Symbiote, that unveiled small snippets of the skin of her toned stomach, and alluring cleavage.

She stepped forth, and wrapped her arms around your neck, bringing one to gently caress your cheek in affection, speaking again before you gave full reply.

"If you are, I can use the Symbiote to help heal you..."

She offered gently, as she always did. Her green eyes gazed into yours, as she awaited your reply.