Spider-Man. The House Of Venom

It had taken Felicia over two weeks to finally collate and prepare a report on the missing files. Now that Liv could help her decipher most of the chemical jargon, it had gone much smoother. The pair even bonded over a hatred of paperwork.

With Norman's stunt at Easter, it was time to tell everyone her findings and she'd roped in Gwen to help. in the end as a lot of the science went straight over her head. This was also the opportunity for everyone to discuss their powers. If Norman became a bigger threat, they might need to fight.

Liv had led the testing. As the only non-host, she was perfect. As each of them tried out their powers she diligently catalogued them. It soon became apparent that once again. Their powers were evolving past what they thought the symbiotes could do. Everyone seemed to be unique, even if they were all created by Peter.

There was then the issue of Poison. It was obvious when they all tried to share that she was different. Gwen was brilliant, and Poison followed that. Her powers were nothing less than spectacular but it was dialled up to eleven. How she wasn’t insane for over-stimulus was anyone's guess.

After testing it was now the discussion. While everyone had helped, it was left to Gwen to lead the discussion.

"Okay, I get I'm giving this presentation but really Fel?" Gwen said.

Felicia had chosen her outfit. It was a tight black pencil skirt, thin black stockings, and a sheer white blouse with no bra. To top it all off she tied her hair back in a bun.

"Pete loves it," Felicia said, wiggling her ass on his very obvious erection and he just grinned. "but uh, my first crush was Mrs Watson, you know, she taught English."

As Gwen looked down at herself the image of the very busty English teacher came to mind.

She shook her head, "I'll get you back for this,"

Fel just bit her lip and nodded, knowing exactly how she would.

Gwen rolled her eyes "Fine, fine. So, a lot of this is junk. Scribbles Aleksei made and some of the Russian is incomprehensible. The files that Felicia stole were much better but even then I needed Liv to decipher them."

Gwen paused and handed Felica a hard drive, “I collated and kept everything that was highlighted into several files. There is a hard copy in your office but these are the master files.”

Felicia nodded. She was glad Gwen had typed them out, as her one-finger typing was incredibly slow and Liv preferred to hand write everything.

“With that out the way. Powers.” Gwen clicked on the projector she had Peter set up for her. The normally empty room had been set up with four chairs and a small table for drinks. The group sat in front of a large projector screen and whiteboard so Gwen could write things down if she needed to.

On the screen was a sample of their own DNA and what looked like Peters. Liv had set up her old lab, and with samples had mapped out Peter's DNA to compare to the others.

"First off, Peter, your powers aren't spider-based, or yours Fel. I cross-checked the formula against the other subjects and there is no connection."

"I knew that. I didn't have webs until Huntress," Fel replied. "My formula was cat-based." 

Gwen glared at her for interuppting. Felicia mimed zipping her mouth closed and throwing away the key.

"The animals were the growth medium. The current Oscorp formula needs a biological entity for production and maturation. Spider bite with spider venom doesn't mean spider powers. Comparing the serum you got, to the serum Felicia got, to the ones that there are notes on, they were all different."

Peter shrugged, "So, Rhino was an actual Rhino and Electro was eels? What about Sandman?"

Liv sighed. "Norman mixed them producing several highly experimental types. It was probably something with a shell that translated into a silicon mutation."

Gwen nodded, "Right. What we do know is that you're a hybrid. The formula, whichever one it was, worked on the Symbiote and fused you. Your spider powers are a result of the symbiote's confusion over remnant DNA in your blood at the time. Even then, you said you didn't manifest webs until you fell off something. So it was probably a regressive memory. We know the Symbiotes can pass on information through their genes."

"So, your actual powers?" Gwen shrugged as really they were so broad it was hard to pinpoint. “You're big, strong, and fast but you can take over machines, and create different forms of webbing. I mean, are they spider-based because of the bite, or because you think they should be?”

Liv piped up. “I examined your cells and compared to normal Symbiote cells they are amazing Peter. But to be honest they look more like stem cells than a separate organism. You're a blank slate. Your powers could continually evolve as far as you can push them. Copying machinery, taking over devices as long as they are suitably advanced. It's just the start, but really, no microwave guns okay?”

Peter huffed, “okay.”

He was trying to push his powers, the harness sat snuggly against his back, but he didn’t wear it outside of hunting. He had wanted to try and make a weapon or something to give him more of an edge. If he would make limbs why not a gun of some kind? The Goblin rounds proved just how effective a weapon could be. Against someone like Sandman, it would be invaluable.

"So," Gwen continued, "my powers are a copy of yours, but as we all know Poison was damaged when I was hurt, so it's not as great. I can make and combine any kind of liquid chemical. As long as its elements are in my body I can make them. Webbing for swinging is out, and so are blades. So thanks, Pete.''

Gwen clicked the slides again. It was slides of Poions’s cells.

“Poison likes excess. We’ve had no luck calming her without serious medication, and I’m not comfortable doing that.”

The group looked uncomfortable. To stun Poison they would have to use some serious dosages of tranquillizers, and without Poison to help, Gwen was just as affected. “I’ve managed so far, and until we can heal her properly,” Gwen shook her head, “I just need special treatment,“ she tried to hide a small grin, “ because I’m delicate.”

Felicia laughed and threw a small ball of webbing at her, and in turn, Gwen laughed and clicked the projector control again. It was MJ's turn.

"MJ has complete control over her appearance. Muse can transform not just her clothes, hair, and eyes but also her physical attributes. Major changes are painful, and we don't know if they can become permanent. She can also adjust her vocal cords and throat to produce high-frequency sounds, but low damage Muse." Gwen coughed and clicked again. "She uh, can also become male, her symbskin becoming a good enough facsimile of a penis."

That got everyone's attention. The slide was of MJ, who stood with her arms behind her head, in various states of arousal. Felicia and Liv looked over at MJ who was hugging her legs up to her chest. "What? I was experimenting," but she had gone bright red.

"So, a chick with a dick huh?" Felicia said, and MJ rolled a small ball of webbing and pinged it at her. Felicia stared at Gwen, “Experimenting huh?”

As Gwen turned and coughed, Felicia laughed. ”You had sex with her like that didn’t you? and you? Why are you okay with that?”

Peter just shrugged and kissed Felicia on the cheek. She couldn't really be mad as she enjoyed Peter sharing their bed as much as any of them did.

Felicia stared at Gwen, who was grinning and at MJ who had a certain look in her eyes. "You assholes double-teamed her didn't you?"

"I was trying to find the limits of my physical changes. Skin colour, hair colour, and eye colour are all easy." MJ said hurriedly, trying to change the subject. "Breast size takes time. Increasing and reducing my muscles are painful, and bone structure and length are out. Way too much strain." MJ shrugged, "but yeah I did. we tried it. so shush or you won't get an invite to the next time."

Felicia stuck her tongue out at MJ this time, flicking the ball of webbing back at her. "So, just you?"

Gwen sighed, "Poison can't maintain her armour like that for any time. You?"

Felicia laughed, "Huntress says she is not a sex toy."

Peter chuckled, "naughty sex toy?"

A black tendril snaked from Felicia and smacked Peter on the cheek. He laughed and shook his head before he grabbed and kissed it, "behave."

"Ahem," Gwen cleared her throat, "and finally Felicia. Like Pete you are unique. Enhanced by formula, she has enhanced senses, increased muscle strength and superhuman stamina. Add in Huntress who gives her armour like Petes. More stamina, more strength, and the ability to sense both the low and high frequencies of light. Infrared and ultraviolet to those who don't know. Low and high-frequency hearing, and the ability to make a web line like Petes and stick to objects. Did I miss anything?"

"I can make and form weapons, not just claws but larger swords and knives. I can also solidify them and throw them, but like Pete, there's a limit to how many times I can do it. You think if I eat protein bars it'll help?"

Gwen nodded. "Our metabolisms are all super high. I mean, ten larges between us and I can still be hungry an hour later, so sure. I don't know exactly how much it'll help but we need to experiment more."

"Uh, yeah, I can also produce bioelectric shocks and um,” Felicia looked a bit guilty. “I can also refract and reflect light around my symbskin, making me change colour or uh, invisible.”

Peter shook his head "That's just bullshit," but Felicia laughed and kissed him on the cheek. Peter had tried to recreate a ranged weapon with more than just webbing but so far had failed. Even producing heat wasn't an option. Whatever Huntress did to produce electricity, he couldn't reproduce. Each one of the symbiotes was unique.

“We also all have a pheromone-based power. Not just sexual desire, but fear, cooperation and probably a whole lot more. If you find someone becoming a lot more agreeable, or a lot angrier, you can bet your ass it's probably that.”

Peter paused. He knew Aleksei caved way too fast. Even with a blade in his guts. That level of control over someone was bad, and he needed to start on a way to rein it in.

"Now onto weaknesses. I'm out of the running for any type of fighting both Venom and Huntress share a common weakness. Hyperstimulation." Gwen started. "The symbiotes heighten everything, emotions, feelings, pain, hormones and senses. It's not a vulnerability to loud noises or electricity, it's just a sensitivity to them."

Gwen clicked the slide. This time it showed Peter being targeted by different attacks. A fire extinguisher. A time-lapse of him holding his head underwater. A stronger taser, and finally MJ's sonic screech.

"Even though Pete thought he was vulnerable to electricity he was fine once he adapted to it. Mild to powerful shocks can be grounded by the Symbiotes. Once they are used to them it's the same as our other senses." Gwen huffed, "unless of course your Symbiote is a stubborn bitch and refuses to listen."

Blah Blah, boring Gwen. Stop talking, eat cookies, then Pete. Poison whispered as she felt Gwen's ire. Gwen had grown used to ignoring her and continued.

Gwen was salty about that. Felicia and MJ could go for hours in bed, but Poison was greedy. If she was awake she flooded Gwen with pleasure signals and endorphins as soon as her first orgasm hit. Even afterwards she was overly sensitive and took hours to recover.

After one drunken encounter, it was so bad she couldn't move. Fabric brushing over her skin brought a wave of pleasure that screamed into pain.

Poison of course didn't listen. She wanted it now and all at once, even bribing her with cookies didn't work sometimes. She had the attention span of a rock. Slept most of the time until Gwen ate or did something to stir her. She would then erupt with childish glee and enthusiasm, overtaxing Gwen's body.

Thankfully she thought chemistry was boring and Gwen could work in peace. Meal times were a different story. She'd had to switch to salads and decaf to stop the excitable symbiote from making her orgasm when she ate.

"And, while I was mad you even tried without testing, we know that Pete is bulletproof.” MJ glowered at Peter, who looked guilty and hid behind Felicia. “And with testing,” Gwen also glared at him, ”We now know we all are. Even if Poison is overly sensitive my skin is just as tough, she just whines like a kid about it. So, any questions?"

Felicia raised her hand, and Gwen huffed, "questions that aren’t about MJ's dick." With a laughing snort, she lowered it.

"Dear, you said you could make the Oscorp formula, then, if I can be blunt. Why are you looking for Curt Conners?" Liv asked. She stared at her coffee cup, knowing the answer beforehand, she just didn’t want to hear it.

Gwen sighed, "because while I can make the formulas, I have no idea what effects it will have on you Liv. I never said because I didn't want to make something that could kill you, or make things worse. Plus we also have the option of creating a symbiote to heal you. I mean, if I can get my head smashed then fixing your spine should be easy enough,"

Peter shook his head, "I don't know if I can unless Huntress was,"

Felicia cut him off, "She refuses, Liv isn't 'worthy'."

It was Livs turn to sigh, "I know dear, I just, I had to ask is all. But, don't fret. I spent sixteen years strapped in one stupid machine. At least with this one," she said as she patted the arm of her wheelchair, "I can eat what I like. Plus I have a handsome young man, " and she winked at Felicia, “and woman help bath me."

It was no secret in the warehouse that Liv was bisexual. She might have dropped hints at first, but nobody got them. So she just slid Felicia's hand between her leg, proclaiming, "is that blunt enough or do I need to draw a picture?"

"I appreciate the offer but, I can't, I just. I, I don't want anything to be in control. Not even something like you ladies. It's, I can't." Everyone could see the panic on Liv's face.

Peter reached over and put his hand on her thigh. "It's fine," he whispered and she patted it smiling sadly.

Gwen switched to another slide, showing a mix of symbiote cells. "We now also know the Symbiotes can communicate with each other. So far Pete hasn't been able to actually talk but emotions are bleeding through."

The group nodded. Everyone had spent time talking with each’s other Symbiotes. It was now clear, Peter didn’t have one. It had either died when he was injected with formula or had left before Peter knew it was there.

"So, there isn't much else. We can't really do anything without major medical research. The files we have are more on Norman's illegal activities. We still haven't figured out what happened to the missing files either.  There is one last thing," Gwen said, switching off the projector,

"Pete, I love you, I really do, but if you take my kettle apart one more time I will strangle you in your sleep."

To which everyone nodded. Peter looked sheepish at the group. "Uh, steam gun, you know 'cause I'm not allowed a microwave gun."

"Wait, is that why my toaster doesn't work?" MJ asked, "you asshole!" MJ began to make more small web balls and pinged them at Peter.

He laughed and lifted Felicia up, threw her over his shoulder and began to deflect them with her ass. Even after she started to slap him on the back, she laughed as he spun her around.

As the trio fooled around Gwen just shook her head and sighed at Liv, "Coffee?" They left the three laughing and playing, knowing full well what it would devolve into. "So, girls huh?" Gwen asked with a gleam in her eye.