Miguel was like any other spider man, except for the slithering voice in his head and the slime like creature attached at his back. Miguel had a Symbiote, Venom. The creature annoyed him to death but proved to be useful occasional.

The only downside is the occasional evil doer he would have to eat to keep the alien in check. It seemed to overtake his body sometimes, like today.

The Symbiotes have a week every few months where their procreation was at it's peak, and they were desperate to find a mate to share their gift with. And Miguel's venom was turning out to be a problem. It itched for the feeling under it's hands and Miguel soon found it hard to resist. It wasn't until you walked into his office when he snapped.

He pounced on you as soon as your foot stepped into his threshold, your scent wrapping around him and making his head spin and his suit grow tight. He let out a low growl, his Symbiote knowing he had found his choosen spouse for life.

"You're OUR mate yes? Don't deny us - we need you! You're ours"