Overflowing black: Harem of Symbiotes

Peter and MJ were flying across the New York night sky trying to get something to do with their new powers. The two giant heroes looked like monsters, massive, with wings and an aspect from demons of hell itself.

"Remember rule number one of being a hero: you do not kill," Peter said, making it extremely clear that even if she could do it, she should not do it. They didn't need the heat of doing that but it was morally wrong to take another sentient creature's life.

MJ nodded a few times. "That is perfectly reasonable; I don't want that kind of heat on me," she answered, really not arguing with Peter about this topic. However, they saw something strange. From one of the many museums, dozens of strange dinosaurs were emerging.

They were similar to velociraptors but a little bigger than one was expecting, just dozens of furious reptiles running on the street. These two-meter-tall creatures were attacking and tearing poor civilians into food as they kept flooding from the entrance of the museum.

"What are those things?!" MJ yelled, rushing toward the streets filled with the stench of blood and screams. She could feel the alien creature inside her already salivating from the carnage that was about to happen. As Venom did, she was flooding the woman's brain with the right kind of drugs to unleash her true brutal potential.

"They look like monsters? Mutants? Dinosaurs? Peter asked, following the woman and more worried about the civilians' security than the monsters.

"So it is legal to kill them?!" MJ asked as she landed in the middle of this river of scales, fangs, and talons. Such was the weight of the girl that she made a small print mark of her feet on the concrete under her.

"Yes, it is just self-defense!" Peter yelled and then began to fly across the area, creating walls of black web and taking people outside the danger zone. The hero also grabbed any wounded person he found, quickly sealed their wounds, and placed them out of the risk area. Peter was keeping the civilians safe while MJ was . . .

A colossal velociraptor pounced against the woman, trying to bite her in the neck. MJ just arched her arm back, and flames began to consume them to give a catastrophic explosive strike on the reptile as it was mid-air. The strength of that punch was so absurd that the bones that made the creature turned into shrapnel that killed the lizard behind it.

As the chunks of flesh and droplets of blood washed over her, MJ felt it for the first time. Something familiar, a strange sensation that was so nostalgic at the same time. Sheer bloodlust.

The beast was unleashed. MJ began to kill, letting out all her bloodlust, rage, and cravings for violence to run rampant for the first time in her life. Those massive and strong arms just began to tear, break, and burn each chunk of scaly flesh they had in front of them. Punches that caved in skulls, kicks that tore torsos in half, and even bites to the neck that took chunks of flesh, making blood rain all over her. Even her tail managed to stab the creatures that tried to bite her in the back, piercing their scales and just spinning inside them, turning their internal organs into minced meat and her wings were turned into weapons as the iron-like stench of blood was mixed with the aroma of burned flesh, smashing and blocking attacks.

MJ's blood covered her body as not only the dinosaurs managed to bite her and claw chunks of her scales but also the symbiote let it go to get more fuel for this walking funeral pyre. An explosion of flames burst off the three-meter giant, turning the fresh syrupy blood into dry black scabs.

Each movement she made, each step she made, was followed by the sound of broken bones and guts splattering all over the ground. It was not a fight; it was a carnage.

Such was this blood harvest that the dinosaurs began to run from that monster that was walking over a mountain of corpses. High on that sweet nectar polluting her blood, MJ kept advancing toward the source of this problem. She was not thinking as the symbiote was having a feast with her adrenaline.

A massive explosion of fire, blood, and sheer desire for violence broke into the museum's main room, where a strange creature was trying to steal something. MJ didn't know what it was, as her bloodshot eyes were just focused on murdering. Just the vague idea that the dinosaurs were a distraction and that this villain's real objective crossed her mind.

The man was small but with scaly skin, the head of a Pteranodon, and the flying dinosaur wings. Only wearing rugged brown pants of fabric, this villain was dangerous, but all the details on MJ's head were blurry. It had green scales; it was an enemy, and so he was opposed to the hive; there was only one destiny for the males that did that.

"What kind of monster are you?!" The villain screamed, taken aback by the intrusion of such a monstrous, alien-like figure that looked like an abomination straight out of his nightmares. He only wanted to steal a rare Spinosaurus egg and was waiting to face some heroes in spandex, not that crimson titan that stank of violence.

Meanwhile this was happening, the massive man was just flying across the whole street. With a mixture of Venom webs and fire to cauterize the wounds, he managed to save the lives of multiple people; it was clear that he could not save everybody. This made him feel bitter; if only he was stronger, he would have avoided this problem.

After the flood of dinosaurs stopped and the civilians were safe, Peter rushed inside the museum and saw something surprising. MJ was looming over what seemed to be a man.

The dinosaur villain was a mess. His beak was completely broken and twisted to the left side of his face, flattered by the sheer violence that impacted it. The man's eyes were completely swollen and turned a deep shade of purple instead of green; it looked almost as if they were closed but not by his own decision.

Peter could see as the villain's arms and legs were twisted in positions that should not be possible, with even his fingers taking what a normal articulation would look more like a suggestion than a rule. Blood was splattered all over him to the point that this looked more like a car crash site than a place where a proper fight was held.

Over him was MJ, her tall frame looming over the villain as she was breathing extremely heavily. Controlling herself was harder than she thought. MJ just blinked and then there was a mangle person in front of her.

"He is . . . not dead, right?" Peter asked with a worried tone; he didn't want his girl murdering someone.

The villain just let out a long howl of pain as his teeth were pushed inside his throat. "Ah . . . . ." he moaned as his broken ribs scratched his lungs.

MJ took a deep breath, her body still overflowing with sheer adrenaline. She wanted more: more carnage, more violence, and more of her king. "No, no, no . . . he is alive . . . barely," she finally said with a dismissive tone, already searching for some loot to bring as tribute for her master.

MJ quickly began to loot the place. From the man's body, he took a small ray gun that he hadn't had the chance to use on her; it was just this handgun-sized artifact that looked like a videogame laser gun. Something that Peter would be fond of. However, what she really took into consideration was the loot the villain was trying to steal using those dinosaurs as a distraction. It was a big fossilized egg that had who knew what kind of creature was inside, something that she could easily steal, but that would be wrong; that would be something that a villain would do.

Peter gains:

Dino-ray: A strange ray gun that, when shot against the skeletons of a creature, can revive it but only seems to work on normal and extinct animals. It can also turn people into any dinosaur of your choosing. The implications of this technology should not be underestimated.

"This is not enough . . . . I will bring you something better . . ." the girl muttered to herself. She wanted something better for Peter, something he could breed, and she had the perfect friend for that. That woman did not have a boyfriend, and she needed good dicking, the perfect fleshlight for her king.

After that, MJ just flew through the museum roof with clear malicious intentions in her mind. "Wait, Carnage! Where are you going?!" Peter asked with a worried tone as the girl left the scene without saying a word after having basically beaten a villain into a coma.