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Cold gusts of midmorning air blew through the city. It was quiet. It was… peaceful. Very few cars and pedestrians dotted the haphazard streets, and most of them were barely half awake. Not one of them took even the slightest notice of the lone figure standing atop a balcony, swaying his hips to the rhythm of some rather enjoyable music coming from the poorly sound-proofed music studio below him. He held a bagel in one hand and a small coffee in the other as he moved as gracefully as though he were a trained belly dancer. There would normally be nothing amiss about such a sight, aside from a few key features that one would almost immediately take notice of upon viewing the dancer. One such observation was that he was naked. Very, [i]very[/i] naked. His member hung freely, half erect due to a mixture of the sensual nature of the music and the soft air caressing its length. The next thing they would see is that the figure was jet black from head to toe, aside from a pair of beautiful violet patch eyes that were displayed prominently on his nearly featureless face. Given these observations, one with enough knowledge on such creatures would most certainly deduce that this was a symbiote. Someone did take notice of said features, and they knew [i]all too well[/i] what the dancer was. White and violet tendrils were already snaking their way up and over the side of the balcony, stealthily making their way towards their prey with lethal precision.

In moments, the dancer was thrown against the wall of his building, the claws on both his hands and feet struggling uselessly as he was bound by the all too familiar appendages. He let out an annoyed sigh as Anti flipped gracefully over the balcony, landing with a wet thud in front of the symbiote and bowing with mock enthusiasm. “Ta-Daaaa~!” He exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear with a row of teeth that would make even a great white cower in fear. “Seriously? Again? I can't even enjoy a bagel and some music without you barging in and ruining my morning?” The glossy yet tar-like creature huffed, clearly fed up with the routine that the feminine monster in front of him had been pulling for the last six months. “I can't help it, inky baby~! It'sss in my nature~” Anti retorted as he relinquished his grip on his would-be prey. “It doesn't make it any less annoying, James.” replied the symbiote, growling softly as he realized that his coffee had spilled in the commotion. “James, I don't usually get to have a relaxing morning to myself, and for once, that's all I want. Do me a favor and go away, we can catch up later.”

“I assked you not to call me that anymore, Ink.” Anti hissed softly, his normally sultry voice suddenly laced with venom. “And besidesss, I know how much you enjoy my company, asss much asss you try to deny it~” He whispered, stepping closer to Ink and running a claw sensually down the symbiote’s shoulders, eliciting a soft yet noticeable shiver from him. Ink sighed yet again before speaking. “I… Yeah, I like having you around, man, but not when you're wearing that thing. I'm friends with [i]James[/i], not whatever stupid name you've thought up for yourself whenever you put that thing on.” He admitted, looking in disgust at the white-violet, glossy texture of Anti’s body. The statement left the once grinning creature speechless for a few moments. He nearly stammered out a reply once or twice, but not once was he able to form a coherent word. In the end, he glared at Ink before taking a deep breath and allowing his symbiotic outer layer to slide off of him, the goo cascading off of his flesh to reveal a coating of snowy white fur. “There, happy now-?” James mumbled, averting his gaze from Ink’s noticeable smirk. “Of course I am, you look adorable when you're not all… gooey.” The symbiote cooed, looking his companion up and down with unrestrained desire. James was a feline, and a rather cute one at that. He was also about as soft as anything could possibly be, a feature that Ink absolutely adored about him. He slid his silk-like body up against James's naked fur, eliciting a soft groan from the male.

He blushed furiously, the red hue showing even through the thick fur on his face as he dropped any signs of nervousness and gripped Ink’s symbiote enhanced cock with lustful abandon. “Well, let's see just how much “happier” I can make you in this form~” the feline whispered gleefully, pushing his monstrous companion back against the wall of the balcony as their lips locked. Soft grunts and groans rang out into the open air, eliciting several glances from those walking the streets below as the two danced with their tongues. “F-fuck… Maybe we should take this inside, man…” Ink stammered out as the kiss was broken. A black strand of saliva connected the two as James quickly nodded in agreement. The two dashed inside, with James making a beeline for the bedroom. Before he could even take a step across the threshold, however, two jet black tendrils grabbed his legs, and with a quick yelp, he was dragged back across the apartment and thrown atop the kitchen counter. “Hey hey hey, this isn't exactly what I had in mind-!” He began, but was cut short as his legs were forcefully spread apart, his pink hole uncontrollably twitching in anticipation of what was inevitably going to come next. Ink leaned in, running his abnormally long tongue across James’s quivering ear as he whispered sensually to the feline. “You can't fool me, James. I know you like it rough~”

The feminine male could only gulp nervously in response, silently yet wholeheartedly agreeing. The monstrous male bent low, tasting James’s entrance while simultaneously slicking it up enough for a pleasurable entry. “My my, I forgot how good you taste~! It's like peppermint candy~” Ink cooed as he straightened up and pulled his alien meat into position. James groaned softly as he felt that warm, slick cock pressing against his tight ring of flesh before it finally gave way, letting the symbiote thrust slowly but deliberately as far into James as he could take. Eight inches of pure, [i]throbbing[/i] symbiote meat filling him was enough to make the feline shudder uncontrollably as his eyes rolled up into the back of his head from the sheer ecstasy brought on by it. Pre already dripped down his shaft in copious amounts, only to have Ink lap every drop of it up with delight.

“I… Oh god… You have no fucking idea how much I’ve missed this…” James hissed, his paws curling tightly as Ink began to thrust methodically in an out of his sphincter. It was pure bliss. He was hyper aware of every vein, every mere twitch of the manhood he’d come to crave since his very first meeting with the symbiote. The gooey male huffed audibly, a low growl rumbling through his form as he began to pick up speed. With any other partner, he’d be far more gentle with his immense strength, but James was different. He liked being completely and utterly dominated. He wanted to be [i]broken[/i]. In fact, not a word of complaint slipped from James’s muzzle as the smooth countertop he laid upon cracked under the force of the rutting couple. Instead, he moaned with lustful abandon, barely able to breath as each time Ink’s heavy balls clapped against his ass the air caught in his throat. “Ch-choke me baby~! Make me yours, you… mmph... You fucking [i]beast[/i]” He cried out, wrapping his legs around Ink’s waist and gripping his muscled shoulders with such force that his hands sunk slightly into the symbiote. Wordlessly, Ink brought his claws up to grip the feline’s neck. Tears streamed from James’s eyes, his claws raking along the counter as he shuddered and gasped, feeling Ink’s cock inflate slightly as his seed churned almost audibly in his balls, begging for release.

James’s load, however, had already begun uncontrollably spraying hot, pure white cum all over his own chest, a sight that was enough to send Ink over the edge. The creature roared, shaking the entire apartment as his balls pulled up, thick gooey cum sloshing through them as he thrust one final time into the snow furred male below him. His seed was as black as his form, and it burned oh so pleasurably as it entered James. His mind was already filled with a hazy fog, but the moment the substance entered him, he cracked completely. He could do nothing but lie there, squirming as he was pumped full of the alien goop to the point that it started spilling out of his quivering ass and onto the tiled floor, a site that Ink grinned viciously at. Unfortunately, the feline could not handle such utter ecstasy coursing through his feeble body, and soon his eyes began to flutter softly. Perhaps it was the soothing voice of Ink telling him that it was alright to slumber after such a vigorous “workout”, or maybe it was the lack of oxygen due to Ink’s claws still firmly grasping his neck. Either way, James was out cold in moments. Ink let out a low, rumbling giggle as he pulled his ridged cock out of the feminine male below him. “You haven’t changed a bit, darling…” He sighed, lifting the small body of the feline and carrying him to the bedroom. After plopping the unconscious body of James down amongst the pillows, the symbiote went about cleaning the apartment as best he could. It didn’t take much effort to clear away the gooey mess on the floor, but the countertop was a different matter entirely. It had visibly cracked under the pressure of the two’s rigorous fucking, and it would most likely need more than just a little elbow grease. Ink shrugged, deciding to deal with it later. For now, he needed to care for the man he’d just screwed into near oblivion.

…

James yawned rather loudly, stretching his joints with a few audible pops as he sat up in the all too familiar bed he now found himself in. He had to blink several times before he was able to see clearly, and he happened a glance out the open window. It was certainly not midmorning anymore. Instead, stars dotted the sky outside, and James sighed as he realized he’d slept yet another day away. The feline began to sit up, but cringed as he realized how sore he was in his rump, as well as his neck. He brought a paw up to gently feel his throat, feeling a few bruses where he’d been choked so roughly. “Well, they do say love hurts~” James giggled to himself as he also took notice of a half melted ice pack against his rear, which he was undoubtedly thankful for as he gingerly climbed out of bed, still holding the pack firmly to his reddened and aching ass. “Inky babyyy, I’m up~!” He called out, sauntering into the living room as he saw the symbiote lounging on the sofa. The feminine feline crossed over to where Ink’s head lay, and gently brought his paws up to caress his companion’s shoulders, planting a soft kiss on the back of the symbiote’s neck. Ink only sighed as he pulled away from James’s touch, sitting up and fixing him with a cold stare. “We need to talk, man.” He muttered, gesturing towards a rather comfy looking plush chair that sat in front of the couch. “I’ve heard about all the shit you’ve been doing out there, James. Ripping hosts from there symbiotes? That’s just cruel, man. I thought you were better than that.” Ink snapped, crossing his arms angrily as he awaited a response.

James sat there for a moment, rubbing his temples softly before replying. “You don’t understand… When I’m wearing the anti suit, everything just sort of… Kicks into high gear, you know? I can [i]smell[/i] every symbiote in this city, I can practically [i]taste[/i] them. It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to spend every night hunting them down. When I see one, though. I can’t help myself. It’s like this morning, do you honestly think slamming you into a brick wall was the kind of greeting I was going for?” He muttered dismally. Ink looked solemnly at the feline, contemplating what he could possibly do for his friend. A soft, yet devious grin slowly spread across his features as an idea dawned on him. “Perhaps I can rehabilitate you! I just might be able to break your little corruption addiction and stop you from going psycho on every symbi you see. How does that sound?” The glossy black symbiote exclaimed, already standing up and crossing over to the half shattered countertop where his phone lay. James perked his ears, quite liking the sound of Ink’s plan. “I knew I made the right choice in dating you, baby~” He said, his voice taking on a more sultry tone as violet veins began to spread out among his snowy fur. Ink stopped what he was doing, barely turning his head as he replied in a rigid voice. “I’ve told you before, James, we’re not dating. You’re too much of a psychopath for me.”

“Oh, so you won’t date the little psycho, but you’ll fuck him whenever and wherever~? Ssssounds like dating to me~” Anti hissed as the slime now covering most of his body reached his head, that long, sensual tongue already falling out of his fang filled mouth. “What exactly are you doing, anyway?” He asked, crossing his legs as he fell back comfortably into his chair. The symbiote didn’t answer, instead putting the phone to his ear and speaking in the most normal sounding voice he could. “Hi there, I’d like to order a small cheese pizza, no toppings.” He said into the receiver. When he had finished his order, Ink turned to his once feline friend. “What the hell will [i]pizza[/i] do to help rehabilitate me?” He inquired, not quite understanding why Ink still wore that monstrously handsome grin on his face. “Well… The delivery boy is a little friend of mine~” He replied softly. It took barely a few moments for Anti to catch on, a smile matching his gooey friend’s quickly spreading across his features. “Oooh, thissss isss going to be fun~” He hissed.