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Spider-Man: She-Venomous

by Boofka

Author's Note:

This story is an alternative to the events of Marvel Knights Spider-Man #6, #7 and #8. The premise of those issues involves Angelo Fortunato, the awkward 18-year-old son of Don Vincente Fortunato, a prominent Mafia don in the Marvel universe. Eddie Brock decides to sell the Venom symbiote, and Don Fortunato is the highest bidder. He gives it to his son Angelo, who becomes the symbiote's host.

Basically, the plot is the same as the original, just gender-bended so that Don Vincente Fortunato gives the Venom symbiote to his daughter, Angelica, instead. The following prologue takes specifics about the original storyline (including original dialogue, most of which is left intact) in order to make this alternative storyline more organically attached to the one that occurred in the Marvel Universe.

NOTE: This story does not fall into the continuity established by the "Booted Beauty" series.

Prologue: The Auction

2004.

Angelica hated going to these sorts events. She hated being here, where she could be spotted next to small Italian man wearing dark eyeglasses and a cap. To everyone else in Manhattan, he was Don Vincente Fortunato, a notorious and feared Mafia boss with the sort of deep connections and deep pockets to make anything happen. To Angelica, however, he was simply known as "Dad."

Angelica looked briefly over at her father. The car-ride over had been mostly silent. All Angelica knew was that her father had received an invitation to attend an auction for some type of superpower or supervillain. She was in the room when he received it. After he read the invitation, he looked at Angelica, and sneered. "Maybe I'll take you. Maybe you'll finally be some use to this family…"

The villain known as Shocker came up to her father.

"Hey, Mister Fortunato," Shocker said to him. "What are you doing here? You thinking about getting into the whole costume thing after all these years?'

"Ah," Fortunato replied, "I never had the legs for the old spandex, Herman. I'm just here to put a bid and see if this super-villain suit could maybe make something out of… Angelica."

Shocker nodded towards Angelica. She was, in a strange way, darkly beautiful. Her dark brunette hair was long, which covered her face, as did a pair of glasses. She had elegant features and darker skin, reflecting her Mediterranean background. She was taller than average, with an ample bosom, but was very thin and with a body that was not very toned.

"This one… can you believe this rail-thin waif came from the same fine womb that gave me my beautiful Giachetta?"

Angelica looked at the floor, she hated being compared to her beautiful sister all the time. It was obvious with her natural beauty and athleticism, as well as her recent marriage to a hedge-fund manager, Giachetta was their father's favorite.

Angelica, embarrassed and blushing, pulled out her inhaler and took in a big huff. Then, holding her arms to her chest, she turned and walked away from her disparaging father.

"Eh," he remarked to the Shocker, "If this whole shindig can turn her into someone or something that can boss around the competition… so be it."

***
In front of a curtain in a crowded theater, a bald man named Phineas Mason addressed the crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he began, "if I could ask you all to take your seats please. We don't have a great deal of time and our very special guest doesn't like to be kept waiting."

He continued. "You all know me. You all know my reputation when it comes to supplying high quality weapons, names and costumes. So believe me when I say that what I have for you tonight just outclasses anything we ever sold on the market before. This is not the beetle moving on and selling up. This is not the looter trying to make a little cash. This is a class one super criminal who's been featured on the FBI's Most Wanted more consistently than anyone outside Magneto, Red Skull, or Victor Von Doom himself."

A pause. "What I'm offering you tonight is the opportunity to protect yourselves like you never have before. What I'm offering you now is a once-in-a-lifetime shot at the major leagues… Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's auction is for Venom himself!"

A gentleman, Eddie Brock, walked out on stage.

A voice from the audience: "What are you talking about? That ain't Venom!"

Mason chuckled before replying. "No, Mister Marko, this gentleman is Eddie Brock, Venom's human host. Mister Brock and Venom coexist in a strange, symbiotic relationship where each party requires the other to survive. Venom, as you may have heard, is a super-powered alien parasite. Mister Brock, unfortunately, has cancer and wouldn't live six months were he disconnected from this opportunistic organism."

Another voice from the audience. "So, why are we here?"

Mason replied. "Because, my old friend, Mister Brock has a seen a certain Mel Gibson movie, which, he says, has changed his life forever. And now he wishes to exorcise this beast from his heart. He's had a crisis of faith, it seems, and he tells me he's ready to suffer the consequences of his illness now. He's giving the alien up to whoever makes the most generous offer."

The dome-clad supervillain called Mysterio chimed in. "Auctioning a psychotic killer to gang of supervillains? That doesn't sound to Christ-like. What are you doing, Brock? Giving the proceeds to charity?"

Eddie Brock smiled from the stage. "That's exactly what I'm doing, Mysterio. The piece of trash would only find a new host anyway, and at least this way all that dirty money you guys bid goes to a good cause."

"Well said, Mister Brock," Mason chimed in. "Naturally, you'll want to check the goods before you make a bid, so I'd like to warn any epileptics in the audience to look away for a second as our friend here gets into character… Whenever you're ready, Mister Brock."

A rush of black, oily mass erupted from behind Eddie Brock. It was larger than Brock, with a sharp, toothy maw that appeared to scream silently at them. Audience members were threatening to heave. It was an incredible sight.

Angelica Fortunato watched it in awe. As she used her inhaler again, she wondered who, of all these assembled criminals, would win this terrible prize…

Description
Spider-Man: She-Venomous

by Boofka

Author's Note:

This story is an alternative to the events of Marvel Knights Spider-Man #6, #7 and #8. The premise of those issues involves Angelo Fortunato, the awkward 18-year-old son of Don Vincente Fortunato, a prominent Mafia don in the Marvel universe. Eddie Brock decides to sell the Venom symbiote, and Don Fortunato is the highest bidder. He gives it to his son Angelo, who becomes the symbiote's host.

Basically, the plot is the same as the original, just gender-bended so that Don Vincente Fortunato gives the Venom symbiote to his daughter, Angelica, instead. The following prologue takes specifics about the original storyline (including original dialogue, most of which is left intact) in order to make this alternative storyline more organically attached to the one that occurred in the Marvel Universe.

NOTE: This story does not fall into the continuity established by the "Booted Beauty" series.

Prologue: The Auction

2004.

Angelica hated going to these sorts events. She hated being here, where she could be spotted next to small Italian man wearing dark eyeglasses and a cap. To everyone else in Manhattan, he was Don Vincente Fortunato, a notorious and feared Mafia boss with the sort of deep connections and deep pockets to make anything happen. To Angelica, however, he was simply known as "Dad."

Angelica looked briefly over at her father. The car-ride over had been mostly silent. All Angelica knew was that her father had received an invitation to attend an auction for some type of superpower or supervillain. She was in the room when he received it. After he read the invitation, he looked at Angelica, and sneered. "Maybe I'll take you. Maybe you'll finally be some use to this family…"

The villain known as Shocker came up to her father.

"Hey, Mister Fortunato," Shocker said to him. "What are you doing here? You thinking about getting into the whole costume thing after all these years?'

"Ah," Fortunato replied, "I never had the legs for the old spandex, Herman. I'm just here to put a bid and see if this super-villain suit could maybe make something out of… Angelica."

Shocker nodded towards Angelica. She was, in a strange way, darkly beautiful. Her dark brunette hair was long, which covered her face, as did a pair of glasses. She had elegant features and darker skin, reflecting her Mediterranean background. She was taller than average, with an ample bosom, but was very thin and with a body that was not very toned.

"This one… can you believe this rail-thin waif came from the same fine womb that gave me my beautiful Giachetta?"

Angelica looked at the floor, she hated being compared to her beautiful sister all the time. It was obvious with her natural beauty and athleticism, as well as her recent marriage to a hedge-fund manager, Giachetta was their father's favorite.

Angelica, embarrassed and blushing, pulled out her inhaler and took in a big huff. Then, holding her arms to her chest, she turned and walked away from her disparaging father.

"Eh," he remarked to the Shocker, "If this whole shindig can turn her into someone or something that can boss around the competition… so be it."

***
In front of a curtain in a crowded theater, a bald man named Phineas Mason addressed the crowd.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he began, "if I could ask you all to take your seats please. We don't have a great deal of time and our very special guest doesn't like to be kept waiting."

He continued. "You all know me. You all know my reputation when it comes to supplying high quality weapons, names and costumes. So believe me when I say that what I have for you tonight just outclasses anything we ever sold on the market before. This is not the beetle moving on and selling up. This is not the looter trying to make a little cash. This is a class one super criminal who's been featured on the FBI's Most Wanted more consistently than anyone outside Magneto, Red Skull, or Victor Von Doom himself."

A pause. "What I'm offering you tonight is the opportunity to protect yourselves like you never have before. What I'm offering you now is a once-in-a-lifetime shot at the major leagues… Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's auction is for Venom himself!"

A gentleman, Eddie Brock, walked out on stage.

A voice from the audience: "What are you talking about? That ain't Venom!"

Mason chuckled before replying. "No, Mister Marko, this gentleman is Eddie Brock, Venom's human host. Mister Brock and Venom coexist in a strange, symbiotic relationship where each party requires the other to survive. Venom, as you may have heard, is a super-powered alien parasite. Mister Brock, unfortunately, has cancer and wouldn't live six months were he disconnected from this opportunistic organism."

Another voice from the audience. "So, why are we here?"

Mason replied. "Because, my old friend, Mister Brock has a seen a certain Mel Gibson movie, which, he says, has changed his life forever. And now he wishes to exorcise this beast from his heart. He's had a crisis of faith, it seems, and he tells me he's ready to suffer the consequences of his illness now. He's giving the alien up to whoever makes the most generous offer."

The dome-clad supervillain called Mysterio chimed in. "Auctioning a psychotic killer to gang of supervillains? That doesn't sound to Christ-like. What are you doing, Brock? Giving the proceeds to charity?"

Eddie Brock smiled from the stage. "That's exactly what I'm doing, Mysterio. The piece of trash would only find a new host anyway, and at least this way all that dirty money you guys bid goes to a good cause."

"Well said, Mister Brock," Mason chimed in. "Naturally, you'll want to check the goods before you make a bid, so I'd like to warn any epileptics in the audience to look away for a second as our friend here gets into character… Whenever you're ready, Mister Brock."

A rush of black, oily mass erupted from behind Eddie Brock. It was larger than Brock, with a sharp, toothy maw that appeared to scream silently at them. Audience members were threatening to heave. It was an incredible sight.

Angelica Fortunato watched it in awe. As she used her inhaler again, she wondered who, of all these assembled criminals, would win this terrible prize…