scarlet_rose
Planetoid
- Joined
- Mar 2, 2015
Mary Jane couldn't hear Quinn or anything else. It was like she was trapped within her own mind. But she wasn't alone there. There was a presence of something else. The thing that had tried to control her earlier. As Mary Jane tried to calm herself within her own mind she slowly got a feeling for the presence. It didn't seem hostile or dangerous, rather it seemed confused and .... scared? It was like it was afraid for it's own survival, it feared that rejection from Mary Jane - it's host - would cause it to die.
When she finally realized this she reached out for it. She tried to reassure it that it would be welcome. She wouldn't try to kill it or reject it. As long as it let her have the control of her own body she would allow it to live within her. As the presence finally accepted this there was a flash of emotions as their minds touched and became irrevocably merged.
Flashes of memory from the alien symbiote ran through Mary Jane's memory. Memories of an alien world where it was discovered by Spiderman, memories of it trying to take over it's host and of rejection. Memories of Venom and Carnage, how insane minds were broken and used it for evil. How it was finally cast into a portal by the same Spiderman and how it came to Mary Jane. She understood that this had happened in another world, another time, not that she would ever understand how that could possibly happen. But she also understood that she could lead this symbiote along a different path than it had gone before, but doing so she would have to sacrifice a bit of herself.
On the outside the struggle that Mary Jane was facing were evident. Her form and body was shifting and transforming before Quinn's eyes. At moments her face was covered in the red and black and white symbiote and her mouth became a horrible collection of sharp teeth and long tongue - at other times her hands formed into sharp and deadly claws. Mary Jane had no way of telling how long this was going on. But she began to hear Quinn's voice though her dreamlike state. And finally she opened her eyes and threw her arms around Quinn and passed out. The symbiote retreated into her body leaving her naked against Quinn. She had however been transformed, from her body a new, male, body part were now protruding. It wasn't big - yet - but it was there unmistakably.
When she finally realized this she reached out for it. She tried to reassure it that it would be welcome. She wouldn't try to kill it or reject it. As long as it let her have the control of her own body she would allow it to live within her. As the presence finally accepted this there was a flash of emotions as their minds touched and became irrevocably merged.
Flashes of memory from the alien symbiote ran through Mary Jane's memory. Memories of an alien world where it was discovered by Spiderman, memories of it trying to take over it's host and of rejection. Memories of Venom and Carnage, how insane minds were broken and used it for evil. How it was finally cast into a portal by the same Spiderman and how it came to Mary Jane. She understood that this had happened in another world, another time, not that she would ever understand how that could possibly happen. But she also understood that she could lead this symbiote along a different path than it had gone before, but doing so she would have to sacrifice a bit of herself.
On the outside the struggle that Mary Jane was facing were evident. Her form and body was shifting and transforming before Quinn's eyes. At moments her face was covered in the red and black and white symbiote and her mouth became a horrible collection of sharp teeth and long tongue - at other times her hands formed into sharp and deadly claws. Mary Jane had no way of telling how long this was going on. But she began to hear Quinn's voice though her dreamlike state. And finally she opened her eyes and threw her arms around Quinn and passed out. The symbiote retreated into her body leaving her naked against Quinn. She had however been transformed, from her body a new, male, body part were now protruding. It wasn't big - yet - but it was there unmistakably.