Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)

Gwenom’s P*ssy Cat (Marvel)

Commission
 
Themes: Futa Sex, Dom/Sub, Breeding
 
Summary: In which Black Cat wakes up to find she's been captured by Gwenom for a very specific purpose.

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It’s not often she’s caught off guard. Which is why it’s rather concerning when she wakes up without any real memory of how she got where she currently is. A low groan leaves Felicia Hardy, aka the Black Cat’s lips as she slowly opens her eyes, trying to move about only to find herself bound up with her arms above her head.
 
“Wha… what the fuck?”
 
The last thing she remembered was being on the rooftop of an Art Museum with a brand new exhibit featuring some precious jewels. Felicia being who and what she was, had fully intended on pilfering the jewels and selling them on the black market. A cat’s gotta make a living, after all. But before she could even get the lock open, something had hit her hard and she’d lost consciousness.
 
Looking up and seeing the webbing currently binding her hands together, Felicia blinks. Wait, was this Peter? But no… he wouldn’t have knocked her out.
 
“Hello, Cat.”
 
Jolting, Felicia’s head comes down. Her vision is still swimming in and out of focus, but she recognizes the masked figure in front of her. Not Spider-Man, but the female version… Ghost-Spider, they called her.
 
Had she been the one to blindside her? For what purpose? What the fuck was all of this even? She probably had a concussion or something, because at that moment she can’t think of any clever quips.
 
“W-What… what’s going on? What do you want, Ghost?”
 
Stepping forward, the eyes of Ghost-Spider’s mask almost seem to blink as she tilts her head to the side.
 
“What do we want? We want to see what Peter finds so… fascinating about you.”
 
Felicia’s mouth opens, a dozen questions on her mind. Like why the fuck was Ghost-Spider using the Royal We? And how the fuck did she know Spider-Man’s real identity? Sure they had practically identical power sets, but the cat burglar hadn’t known they were THAT close. It was honestly enough to make her a little jealous.
 
But before that spark of jealousy can turn into a raging bonfire and before Felicia can so much as ask a question, Ghost-Spider suddenly lashes out… and a rather undignified squeal leaves Felicia’s lips as her catsuit is split down the front by a set of SERIOUS-looking claws.
 
“H-Holy shit.”
 
“Also… we are not Ghost-Spider. We are GWENOM!”
 
Oh fuuuuck. Felicia whimpers, as the latest host of the Venom Symbiote leans forward, her face suddenly transformed into that of an alien monster, rows of fangs and a long tongue dripping with saliva lolling out mere centimeters from Felicia’s cheek. She does her best to rear back, but there’s nowhere for her to go as that tongue runs along her face.
 
“F-Fuck! Don’t lick me! Go lick Peter or something, that’s so fucking gross!”
 
The self-named Gwenom just hisses in laughter at that, her claws coming up and running along Felicia’s already shredded cat suit. Inch by inch, she peels the ruined costume back, exposing first the white-haired burglar’s cleavage, and then more than that, all the way down to her navel.
 
“We have use for you, Cat. You will serve us well.”
 
Now, Felicia isn’t an idiot. She’s pretty fucking smart in fact. She’s also a gorgeous femme fatale who knows just how beautiful she is and has used that fact to her own benefit more times than she can count. The writing is on the wall… but there is such a thing as willful ignorance. The fact is, Felicia doesn’t WANT to believe her first instinct regarding Gwenom’s… intentions.
 
And so she tries to find another way of interpreting the other woman’s actions.
 
“N-Need me to steal something for you? I can do that. Just let me down and give me the job details. I’m all for a little team up, no big deal!”
 
By the end of it, her voice sounds a little shrill… mostly because Gwenom’s claws have not been idle. Moving about, the Symbiote-covered heroine has exposed Felicia’s breasts by now, and her cunt too. Though, she does pause at hearing the cat burglar’s offer, tilting her head to the side and giving Felicia a long look.
 
“… Cute. But no. We do not need anything stolen. Everything we need… is right in front of us.”
 
Felicia’s heart falls, even as Gwenom grabs her by her legs with an ironclad grip, hoisting her up into the air. At the same time, Felicia’s eyes flick down as they catch on some movement, and she gasps as she watches a sizable alien phallus begin protruding from Gwenom’s crotch.
 
“Oh no. Nononono! Do NOT put that thing inside of me, I do NOT-mmph!”
 
All of the sudden, Gwenom’s tongue is sliding into her open mouth, muffling Felicia’s shouting and quieting her even as she screams and struggles to her heart’s content. Unfortunately, she’s not going anywhere… and the thickness of Gwenom’s tongue is such that practically none of the noise the cat burglar is making manages to actually get past her stretched lips.
 
More than that though, Felicia ends up inadvertently swallowing more than her fair share of the Symbiote-hosting heroine’s saliva and drool… and quickly finds out it’s not normal saliva by a long shot. A heat suddenly bursts into existence down in Felicia’s abdomen, a muffled gasp escaping her throat as she suddenly feels arousal, despite NOTHING about this situation normally being arousing to her.
 
She definitely didn’t have a thing for tentacles, or aliens, or ANY of that… and yet, suddenly as Gwenom teases her opening with the big futanari cock now situated between the heroine’s legs, Felicia’s pussy lips are starting to get plump and wet in anticipation.
 
Finally pulling her tongue back out of Felicia’s mouth as the white-haired woman pants noisily, Gwenom chuckles.
 
“We must put this ‘thing’ inside of you… if we are to breed new symbiotes off of your womb.”
 
Moaning throatily, it takes a moment for those words to penetrate through the unwanted haze of pleasure that’s now draped itself over Felicia’s thoughts. Her eyes flutter for a second… before snapping wide open as she truly hears what Gwenom was saying. It’s in that moment, when the Symbiote-hosting heroine sees the understanding in Felicia’s gaze, that she finally thrusts her massive alien phallus inside of her.
 
Whatever Felicia might have said, whatever denials she might have made, it’s all driven from her lungs in one big rush of air as she’s abruptly impaled upon that huge futa cock. It drills into her cunt with little issue due to the unwanted arousal she’s now experiencing, and Gwenom doesn’t hesitate to take advantage of her slick, wet nature either. She begins to fuck her hard and fast from the very beginning, and all Felicia can do is hold on for dear life.
 
Her legs held up in the air, her arms bound over her head, the dangling cat burglar squeals and screams and whines as she’s pounded by the biggest cock of her life. Not even Peter could hold a candle to what Gwenom was packing, but then to be fair, that wasn’t necessarily a good thing. If it weren’t for the mind-addling effects of the symbiote’s saliva, Felicia is confident that she wouldn’t be enjoying this. The alien bitch is too damn big by far!
 
… But no, her arousal only builds and builds, despite the horror of learning she was here to get pregnant building right alongside it.
 
“Nngh… N-No! D-Don’t… gah!”
 
Cackling in response, Gwenom just shakes her head.
 
“There’s no use fighting it, Cat. You’re ours now. We took you fair and square and no one is going to come looking for you until it’s much, MUCH too late.”
 
The worst part is, Felicia knows she’s right. It’s the price she pays for the life she leads. Sure, Peter might eventually notice she’s missing and go hunting for her, but that would take weeks… months even. Felicia was a loner, after all. More than that, she was a criminal and a thief. Going to ground, disappearing for long periods of time… it was par for the course with her.
 
She didn’t doubt that some of her contacts would eventually notice she was missing, but they were the types of people more likely to write her off as dead or out of the game, rather than try to find her and ‘save’ her. Meanwhile, Spider-Man would eventually try and find her… but by that point it would be too late, especially if Gwenom got her way.
 
Tears streak down Felicia’s face as her pussy walls clench and squeeze down on Gwenom’s fat alien cock. She can’t stop it… she can’t hold it back forever. The orgasm eventually breaks through against all of her attempts to hold it at bay, causing her to cry out in ecstasy as she finally climaxes all over Gwenom’s cock.
 
The other woman doesn’t even pause at that though. If anything, she gets rougher with Felicia. That long tongue of hers slides out of her mouth and this time moves down to Felicia’s breasts, wrapping around one and then the other. It feels good… more than good, it feels great. Even when the tongue grows tighter to the point of discomfort, Felicia can’t help but moan wantonly.
 
More of that damn saliva soaks into her skin, absorbed into her flesh. It makes her all the hotter, until it’s hard for her to think straight. She knows she has to fight it. She knows she can’t just… LET this happen. She’s better than this. She’s stronger than this! Damn it all, she’s an independent femme fatale who doesn’t need to be saved! She can save herself!
 
And yet, for all those thoughts of being strong and wanting to fight back and break free… Felicia’s hips are beginning to move into Gwenom’s thrusts rather than away from them. She’s also starting to arch her back, which just so happens to push her tits further into the Symbiote-hosting heroine’s mouth and tongue.
 
Her orgasms are coming more and more frequently after the first explosive release, and she’s not doing her best to hold them off anymore. All the while, Gwenom is railing her like there’s no end to it, fucking her with that big fat alien futa dick of hers until finally…
 
Felicia gasps, as Gwenom grunts. The sensation of being filled with alien jizz is something indescribable. Her womb is rapidly overflowed, absolutely drowned in Symbiote cum, and all Felicia can think is that it’s too late. There’s no going back now. She’s going to end up being made into a seedbed for alien babies. And worst of all… she’s going to enjoy every last moment of it.
 
As Gwenom pulls her throbbing, inhuman, monstrous prick out of Felicia’s gaping cunt, leaving behind a bloated and pregnant-looking Black Cat, a low purr of approval leaves the other woman’s throat.
 
“Mm. You see now. We have opened your eyes. This is what you were made for. You belong to us.”
 
Shaking and sobbing, trembling even, Felicia can only nod her head brokenly. Yes. She belongs to Gwenom. Her womb, her body, her everything…
 
There’s a sudden snip, and abruptly Felicia is freed from her webbed bondage. She falls to the floor, her cat suit in tatters around her. It doesn’t really cover up anything important anymore, merely encasing her legs and arms in its leather material. But her breasts, reddened and covered in bite marks, are on full display. So is her cunt, even now dripping dollops of alien jizz all over the floor.
 
Kneeling there, cradling her over-stuffed belly, Felicia doesn’t even consider trying to run away. She doesn’t even think of escaping, not at that point. There’s no doubt in her mind that the seed will take. It’s already too late for her. Where would she go… when she had a symbiote now growing in her belly?
 
S-SLAP!
 
A gasp tears its way through Felicia’s lips as she looks up just in time for Gwenom’s throbbing alien member to slap down on her face. Covering up one of her eyes and one full half of her features, the fat cock rubs against Felicia’s lips and nose, forcing the white-haired cat burglar to inhale Gwenom’s scent. Combined with the belly full of her intoxicating saliva, and the womb full of her alien seed… Felicia can’t help herself.
 
A loud moan erupts from her lips as her tongue lolls out and begins to lick and lap at Gwenom’s dick. Her tongue might not be nearly as long as Gwenom’s, but she still goes to town on the Symbiote-hosting heroine, sucking and slurping away until finally she wraps her lips around the bulbous tip of the futa member and begins to go down on her.
 
She can’t explain why she does it. She can’t even begin to fathom it. But she does it all the same, gagging and choking away like… like a bitch in heat. She services Gwenom right then and there, a broken slave doing her best to pleasure her Mistress. Gwenom, meanwhile, places a hand atop Felicia’s head and hums her approval.
 
“Good girl.”
 
It’s not long before Felicia finds herself bent over and being fucked again. Not happy with just humiliating and destroying her once, Gwenom pounds her again and again and again all night long. By the time anyone comes looking, there really won’t be anything of Felicia Hardy or the Black Cat left. Just a mewling, helpless seedbed for Gwenom.

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