In an apartment in Manhattan
A stunning redhead with long hair and a beautiful brunette with short hair were having sex."Oh, baby! I see you're not against having him with us. Did you notice that huge bulge when we were kissing? Damn, a little guy like him… hiding a third leg!"
"Damn it, MJ! I've got eyes too! But how the hell is it even possible for someone to be that big? Most men are small… And my spider-sense was driving me insane, making me want to mate with him!!"
"Haha, you hid that well earlier, with your serious and moralizing look."
"Sorry, MJ… I just didn't want him to give in to the temptation of murder, like her."
"She-Venom was your friend! Nothing like Carnage… But hey, do what you want. Right now, I just need you to eat me alive!!"
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After a wild night between the two beauties, they fell asleep — without realizing that the redhead now carried something different inside her.
(MJ-Carnage incoming!!)
The present, with Alex
Alex stood in front of the mirror. As usual, his golden slit eyes glowed under his mid-length brown hair. But now, his fangs were longer, his ears slightly pointed, and his nails sharp and retractable.
His body was lined with beautiful muscles, his black skin shinier than before.
The biggest change came from his lower brother: from 20 cm (already insane) to 35 cm, with heavy hanging balls, a thick foreskin covering his broad head, all traced with pulsing veins.
He put on a simple T-shirt and pants, though the bulge was impossible to hide. It was summer, and he felt unbearably hot — strangely hotter than usual.
Without warning, the head of the symbiote inside him emerged.
"Hello, my new best friend!"
"Carnage?! You're not dead?! Did you infect me?!"
"Carnage? Careful. That's a psychopathic monster born from my dark side."
"You're not Carnage?" Alex noticed the difference. This creature had a feminine voice and a far more seductive presence than Carnage.
"Of course not!! But a part of me became Carnage. Why do you ask?"
"I killed him yesterday… though he was already on the verge of death."
"Damn! Looks like I'm not with an amateur. Even dying, that's still an achievement."
"Alright, but then who are you?"
"You're right… but instead of words, let me show you. Open your mind."
(Weirdly enough, I feel like I can trust her… like a sixth sense.) thought Alex.
"You know what? Go ahead. Plus, you seem to be a feminine creature, so that's fine by me!"
The female symbiote's head touched Alex's, and memories flooded into him.
"Shit! You're She-Venom… but not just that. You forgot who you were before falling into the experimental tank. Your human body died, but your consciousness took over the symbiote, becoming Venom."
"Yes… I think I was a researcher for a pharmaceutical company. But in reality, they were secretly working on artificial symbiotes, meant as some sort of superpower."
"But… it's not really symbiosis without two minds, is it?"
"The term mostly defines race and power. I'm the only one with consciousness."
"And Carnage?"
"Carnage was a mistake. Somehow, my dark half was put into the body of a murderer. His psychopathic emotions fed that fragment, twisting it into something monstrous. But I don't feel it anymore… You really killed him."
(Note: Carnage is truly dead. She-Carnage is 100% MJ. Now, only Alex has a living symbiote. If he ever grants one, it will be deliberate, like the artificial ones — lifeless. Alternative universe rules!)
"Alright, fine… but tell me, you don't like the heat, do you?"
"Yes, but don't worry! With time and your energy, we'll grow resistant to many things…"
"We'll see about that later. You can stay in me, but in return, you follow my lead. First of all, stay calm. I've got business to handle."
"Deal."
Then, Alex decided to call his master.
In a hidden place, a magnificent temple magically shielded from the outside world, at the top of its tallest tower…
The Ancient One and three of her strongest disciples had just finished the ritual to teleport Alex into another world. It wasn't some gift of abundance to their young dragon — but rather the request of their savior, the man in the dragon mask, the one who had entrusted little Alex to the Ancient One.
"I'll miss him a little… I just hope he doesn't die miserably," said a young woman with long blond hair and a bowl-cut fringe.
"Magik, you trained him in physical combat while waiting for the age to begin magic. It will be fine," said a woman in a blue dress with a strange red cloak.
"But Master… do you really want me to become the new Sorcerer Supreme today?" pursued the woman.
"Yes! I am retiring, and Stephanie, you are the most qualified for this role… not that Wanda isn't."
"I'm fine with that. Besides, I have family matters to attend to," spoke the last one, her hair a deep shade of burgundy red.
"Good! Then I shall settle at the New York Sanctum…"
RingRingRing
The magical atmosphere was suddenly interrupted by the ringing of a phone.
"It's always strange seeing the Master use technology," said the youngest.
"It's a magic phone, invented by Al. On the outside it looks like a normal phone, but when you add magic, it transforms into a real artifact."
The Ancient One checked the caller. Only those with a magic phone could make contact.
(What? Alex? But how…?)
"Alex, is that you?"
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