Wear Me As Venom And Fuck A Vampire

The credits were rolling on the third Venom movie, and Josh hadn't moved.

They had watched all three of them back to back on the TV in the living room, with the curtains shut and every light in the flat turned off. Somewhere near the start of the first one, Luna had stretched out along the sofa and put her legs across his lap, and they had been there ever since, long and heavy in her black leggings, with her bare feet hanging off the far arm. He had a hand resting on her shin. He had not taken it off in three movies.

Halloween was a few days away. It was going to be their first one together.

Josh draws shapeshifter porn for a living. He has drawn it for six years, a page at a time, sixteen hundred pages of a girl who turns into things, for about two thousand people who pay a few dollars a month to see what she turns into next. Then one day an actual shapeshifter knocked on his door and moved in, and tonight she was lying on his sofa in a gray t-shirt with her legs in his lap, watching the credits of a movie about a guy and his monster.

As far as Josh was concerned, this was the best kind of evening there is. Nothing was happening. Nobody was turning into anything. There was the sofa and the TV and the weight of her legs across him, and he would have been happy to sit there until morning.

The credits ran out. The screen went black, and the room went dark with it.

Luna didn't get up. Her arm went out instead. It went off the end of the sofa and out over the rug, getting longer as it went, her forearm drawing out thin and pale past the coffee table and past the TV, all the way across the room to the light switch by the door. One long finger flicked the switch, and the ceiling light came on. Then her arm came back the way it had gone, shorter and shorter, until it was an ordinary arm again, lying along the back of the sofa.

Josh didn't look up. He has lived with her long enough that a light coming on from across the room is not news.

He was still looking at the black screen. The third one had gotten to him a little. At the end of it, Venom dies so that Eddie can live, and Josh had found that he needed to look at the ceiling for a while. He was not crying. He was just looking at the ceiling.

"So," said Luna, "Venom and Eddie are gay, right?"

Josh looked at her.

"This was just a movie about two gay dudes figuring things out," she said.

"What?" said Josh. "No. They're not gay. That's brotherly love. Those guys are brothers. They stick by each other till the end."

"Isn't that gay? Two dudes, loving each other?"

She said it to the ceiling, flat, as if she was reading it off a list. That is how she argues. She argues with everything, and she does all of it in the same flat voice.

"No, it's not. This is different. This is brotherly love. It's not the same thing as gay love."

"So then..." said Luna. "What's the difference?"

He opened his mouth and found that he had to think about it, which he had not expected to do tonight.

"Gay love," he said, "is like two dudes kissing passionately and getting backshots from each other."

"I can turn into a dude, you know." Her toes wriggled in his lap. "Grow a dick, and give you backshots. Is that gay then?"

Josh sighed.

"You don't even have a gender," he said. "You have no right to talk about people's sexuality."

"I can be both a guy or a gal. I have every right to talk about it. I am the definition of gender fluidity."

"Right. You're too gender fluid to even matter." He waved a hand at the whole long length of her. "I don't even want to talk about your gender identity. I have no problem with gay people and queer people and all that stuff. I just don't think they even have a name for what your gender is supposed to be."

"Then I'll make a new one," said Luna. "Shapeshifter, that's the name of my gender."

"Sure." He let his head fall back against the sofa. "Then as for me, I'm straight. I like girls, not guys. And you mostly stay a girl, so you pass. Now, back to the topic. Eddie and Venom are not gay. They're brothers. Got it?"

"In the second one he says he's out of the Eddie closet," said Luna. "Out loud. Then he goes to a Halloween rave and gets up in front of everybody and tells them all about the breakup, and they all think he's just a guy in a really good costume."

"Bros break up too."

"Mm," said Luna, which meant she thought she had won.

She lay there for a while, looking at the ceiling, with her feet in his lap.

"What if they also did the sexual stuff?" she said. "These movies are PG, of course they won't show it. But what if they actually did this stuff behind the scenes?"

"How would that even work?" said Josh. "Venom doesn't have a body. He's a symbiote."

Luna turned her head on the cushion and looked at him.

"Wanna find out?" she said. "I've been watching the movies, and I am fairly certain, I can do all the stuff that Venom can do."

She said it in the flat voice, and she was smiling while she said it. The flat voice never comes with a smile.

* * *

Under his hand, her shin went soft.

He had had his hand on that shin for three movies, and he knew exactly how it felt: smooth warm leggings over a hard bone. Now the bone was going. He felt it bend first, slowly, right under his palm, like a green branch giving, and then it stopped being a bone at all. The muscle around it let go and slid out from under his fingers, and his hand sank into her leg as if her shin had turned into warm dough. Her knees lost their corners. Her legs sagged across his thighs, heavier and warmer every second, and began to spread, and down at her ankles the black of her leggings started running into the skin of her feet like wet paint.

She was melting. She was actually doing it. She had meant every word.

That was bad. That could be extremely bad. Josh had just spent the whole evening watching what a symbiote does to a guy. It gets inside you. It talks to you from inside your own head, all day long. It decides what you're hungry for, and it makes you climb into the lobster tank in a fancy restaurant and eat one alive in front of everybody. In the first movie it was eating Eddie's insides the whole time, one organ after another. And it bites people's heads off.

He has never once been scared of her. He was very worried about the plan.

He got out from under her legs and stood up. Her legs poured off his lap onto the cushion as he went, and lay there in a warm soft heap that was not exactly two legs anymore.

"Hey, wait!" he said. "What do you mean, everything?"

"As you saw, all the usual stuff." She was enjoying his face very much. "Becoming your suit and all that stuff."

From the hips down she was already a heap on the sofa. Her arms had started too. Her hands lay on the cushion like two small puddles with the fingers still in them, and her forearms were slumping down into the upholstery. The top half of her was still mostly Luna: her face, her black hair, her shoulders in the gray t-shirt. Under the t-shirt her boobs were sagging a little, as if she had stopped bothering to hold them up.

"Are you planning to get inside my body?" said Josh. "Since Venom sort of 'merges' with the host." He did the quote marks with his fingers.

"I could..." Luna thought about it. "But that would be a hassle. Better way would be to just cover you with my skin."

"So... no talking to me mentally?" He wanted this very clear. "Or affecting my mood, or my health?"

She had stopped melting while they talked. It had just paused, like somebody stopping halfway out of a sweater to answer the door.

"Relax. It's not that invasive. That would actually be problematic the way Venom does things." Then it started again. Her shoulders went, and the gray of the t-shirt went with them, running down into the heap. "Becoming a covering over you is much easier."

Josh thought about it. He thought about the lobster tank.

"Okay," he said. "If you say so."

"Oh, and get rid of your clothes." There was not much of her left above the heap now, only her face and a little of her neck, sitting on the top of it. "They will get in the way. If you're not quick, I'll rip them myself."

That got Josh moving. He had his t-shirt off over his head before she had finished the sentence. He shoved his sweatpants down and stepped out of them and kicked them off across the rug. He kept his boxers on. He didn't decide to. They were the last thing, and he just left the last thing on.

Then he looked up.

There was no Luna on the sofa. There was a puddle of flesh, and it was coming toward him.

It came off the front of the cushion slowly, thick and heavy, pouring over the edge of the sofa and down onto the rug. It was the color of her skin, pale and smooth and shining a little under the light, with the gray of her t-shirt and the black of her leggings swirled through it in long streaks that hadn't finished mixing in. It had no face. It had no eyes anywhere, and no mouth. It came across the rug toward his feet in one slow, heavy ripple after another. Every ripple bunched up under its skin first, thick and working, and then let go and threw the front edge forward, and the rest of it hauled itself up behind, exactly like the black stuff that crawls across the floor in the movies.

Yup. That was Luna.

* * *

The front edge of her reached his bare toes and stopped there for a second. Then she climbed onto his foot.

She was warm. That was the first thing. She was as warm as she is in bed at night, warmer than the room, smooth and a little slick and much heavier than she looked. She came up over his toes and closed around each one of them separately, and over the top of his foot and under the arch and around his heel, until his whole foot was inside her. Then she took hold of his ankle and held on.

The puddle split in two on the rug. The other half of her went for his other foot and did the same, and then she started to climb.

She came up both his legs at once, in two rings, and she came up slowly, and he could feel her working at it. The ring around each leg tightened, hauled itself up an inch, let go, and tightened again a little higher, with the weight of the rest of her dragging up behind it. She went up his shins in slow, strong pulls, like somebody climbing a rope. Everywhere she had been, she stayed. She closed over his calves and his knees, the fronts and then the backs. The hair on his legs went under her and lay flat. There was no gap anywhere. She fitted him as close as his own skin, with a faint steady squeeze, as if she had decided to hold on to him and was never going to stop.

She took her time on his thighs. She went up the outsides first, and then the rings closed in around the insides, high up, warm against the soft skin there, and his breath went short. His cock had worked out what was going on before the rest of him had. It was hard in his boxers, pushing the front of them out, and the higher she climbed up his thighs, the harder his cock got.

Then she reached his boxers.

The two warm edges of her went in under the leg holes on both sides, and stopped. Then his boxers tore. They went at the waistband first, with a loud flat snap, and then split down both sides at once, and the two halves of them dropped off him onto the rug.

"I said everything," said Luna, from somewhere around his left thigh, and she was laughing.

Josh looked down at his boxers lying in two pieces on the rug. They had been perfectly good boxers. He felt sorry for them.

His cock was standing straight out from him now, bare under the light, the only bare thing on him below the waist. She came up between his thighs and got to his balls first. She closed around his balls from underneath and held them, snug and warm and heavy, every part of them held at once. Then she went up his cock. She went up it in a ring, from the base toward the head, slowly, tight to the skin all the way round, and his cock jumped inside her the whole way up. She went over the head of his cock last and closed over the tip.

Then she just held it.

She held his cock exactly the shape it was, as hard as it was, all of it at once, warm and close. She didn't stroke it. She didn't squeeze it. She did nothing to his cock at all except be on it, every bit of it, and it was the strangest thing anybody has ever done to his cock. It had never been so completely covered in its life.

She kept going. She went up over his hips and his ass and the bottom of his spine, over his stomach and around his ribs. She came up his back and his chest at the same time and met herself under his arms. She closed over his nipples, and he flinched. Then she ran down both his arms from the shoulders at once, over his elbows and his wrists and onto his hands, and went in between his fingers and wrapped every finger separately, right down to the tips, over the nails.

His head was last. She came up his neck and over his chin and his jaw. She came up over his cheeks and around his ears and over the top of his head, pressing his hair flat, and down across his forehead. She stopped at his eyes. She went right up to the edges of his eyelids and left his eyes alone. She left him his nostrils, and the holes of his ears, and his mouth. Everything else was her.

Then it was done. She had covered all of him, the whole of Josh, from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

* * *

He stood in the middle of the living room and waited for something to happen.

It was warm in there. It was very warm. There was no air on his skin anywhere, none at all, not on his arms or his back or the backs of his knees, and he could already tell that he was going to sweat. He was going to sweat a lot.

Apart from that, nothing had changed. He held his hands up and looked at them. They were his hands. They were exactly the shape of his hands, with every finger the right length. The skin on them was smooth all over, with no lines across the knuckles and no nails at the ends, as if somebody had built a copy of his hands out of her. He turned them over. The backs were the same.

He had expected to be heavy. She is six foot three, and all of her was on him, poured over every part of him, and he had braced himself for the weight of a whole other person. Instead he felt lighter. He lifted one knee, and it came up easily, too easily, as if something was helping it up. Something was. He could feel it along the back of his thigh and under his knee: the layer of her there tightening a half-second ahead of his own muscles, long cords of her pulling his knee up for him. Her muscles were working on top of his.

Then something moved on his right shoulder.

A lump pushed up under the skin there. He felt it before he saw it, a hard round pressure on top of his shoulder that pressed down on him as it grew, heavier and heavier, and then started to rise. It came up on a neck that built itself underneath it, and he felt every bit of the neck build. Small hard bones stacked up out of his shoulder one on top of the next, each one knocking into place with a little click that he felt through his collarbone, and long muscles came up around them and pulled tight. As it came up, it turned toward him. Black hair came out of the top of it and spilled down over his shoulder and his back. A face came up on the front of it: her nose first, then her mouth, then her eyes opening last, brown.

It was Luna's head, growing out of his shoulder on a long neck, turned around to look at him from a few inches away.

He knew this shot from the movies. Whenever Venom wants to talk to Eddie face to face, his head comes up out of Eddie's body on a long black neck and turns around to look at him. Venom's head is black, with no lips and too many teeth. This one was Luna's own face, with her own mouth, and it was smiling at him.

"So," she said. "How do you like this?"

* * *

"It's warm," said Josh.

"Do you like me being Venom?"

"You're not Venom," said Josh. "Venom's black." He looked down at himself. All he could see from up there was smooth skin, his own shape all over, and his cock standing straight out from the middle of it, covered like everything else. "You're just skin. I want to see it."

"Then go and look." She was bouncing a little on the end of her neck. "Mirror. Go."

He walked into the bedroom. It was easy, much too easy. His feet hardly weighed anything on the floor, because she was doing half the walking, and her head rode along on his shoulder, looking around the hallway as if it was being taken out for a walk. He turned on the bedroom light. There is a long mirror on the front of the closet door, and he went and stood in front of it and looked.

There was a man in the mirror made of smooth skin. He was Josh's height and Josh's shape, with no hair on him anywhere and no nipples and no fingernails, like a store mannequin that somebody had made very carefully out of a woman. His cock stood out from the front of him, smooth and covered and hard. In the middle of the face were Josh's own eyes, and Josh's nostrils, and Josh's mouth, hanging open. And out of the man's right shoulder came Luna's head on a long pale neck, with her black hair down his back, smiling at him in the mirror.

"Huh," said Josh.

"Huh?" Her head swung round in front of his face. "You're wearing an entire woman, and all I get is huh?"

"Do Venom."

She did Venom.

The black started at the top of his head. It came down over him as if somebody had poured ink on his scalp, and ran down his face and his neck, down his chest and his arms, glossy and wet-looking, until the man in the mirror was black from his head to his feet.

Then his head grew, and that part he really felt. The suit went thick all around his skull. Plates of bone came up inside the thickness, pushing out from his temples and the back of his head and sliding over each other as they went, and the plates ground together so close to his ears that he could hear them. Then the bone locked into the long, smooth shape of Venom's skull, much bigger than his own head, with his own head sitting inside it. Two white patches spread across the front of the skull, one around each of his eyes, so that his own small human eyes looked out from the middle of two huge white ones.

Then came the teeth, one at a time. Each tooth started as a hard little point pressing on his lip or his cheek from the outside, and then it rose, long and white and sharp, and the next one was already starting beside it, row after row of teeth, curving away up into the cheeks in a grin that went nearly to where his ears were. A jaw came with them. It hinged itself together under his own jaw, heavy, and when he opened his mouth he felt it swing open with him on a hinge somewhere down under his ears, with a creak. A tongue came out from under the bottom row, long and pink and wet. It rolled down over his chin and hung down his chest, warm and heavy, and it twitched against him on its own.

Apart from his own eyes and his own mouth, the only part of him that wasn't black was the head on his shoulder. Luna's head stayed exactly Luna, pale, with her black hair, grinning at him beside Venom's grin.

Josh laughed out loud. He couldn't help it. He was Venom.

"We are Venom," he said, as deep as he could get it, which was not very deep.

"Don't," said Luna. "No. Don't do the voice. That's cringe."

He turned his head from side to side and watched the big black skull turn with it, a little late, the weight of it rolling on his shoulders as it came round. He pulled faces, and the teeth pulled faces around his mouth. Then he started finding things wrong with it.

"The eyes are wrong," he said. "They're too round. Venom's eyes come to a point at the back. Like this." He drew the shape in the air with a black finger.

She made them rounder.

"That's worse."

"I like them round."

"It doesn't matter what you like. It's Venom."

"It's my Venom."

"And the tongue's too long. His only comes down to here." He touched the middle of his chest.

The tongue grew longer, and he felt it slide down him, heavy and slick, down past his stomach. "It's the right length," said Luna, "for something else."

He decided not to ask.

"Can you make me taller?" he said.

"How tall?"

"Taller than you."

Luna laughed so hard that her head shook on the end of its neck. Then the floor went away from under him.

He felt it go. Something hard came up under the soles of his feet, under his heels and the balls of his feet, thick and solid, and pushed, and he went up on it. Down there below him she was building bones. He could feel them getting longer under his feet, and a joint setting into place under each heel with a thump that he felt in his knees. In the mirror Venom got taller and taller as his black legs grew longer below the knee. Josh rose until the top of Venom's skull was up near the ceiling, with Luna's head up there beside it, and he found himself looking at the top of the ceiling fan. He had never seen the top of the ceiling fan before. It was dusty.

"Look at me," he said. "I'm taller than you."

"You're not taller than me," said Luna. "You're standing in me."

He walked around the bedroom anyway. He went around high up and wobbly, like a kid on stilts, ducking the fan, and every time he tipped too far, the stuff under his feet tensed and shoved him back upright before he could fall.

After that he wanted muscles, so she gave him muscles. She brought him back down to his own height first, the bones under his feet folding away beneath him one joint at a time. Then she started on his arms, and that was the strangest thing yet. Thick cords crawled up over his own arm under the black, one after another, sliding over each other and twisting into knots, and every cord pulled tight and got bigger. The cords pressed in on his arm from every side as they went, hard and heavy, until each arm was as thick as his leg. His chest went next. Something piled up on it and pushed forward into two big slabs, and his shoulders went out so wide that the head on his right one had to lean out of the way.

He flexed in the mirror. The arm came up, enormous, and the muscle on it bunched into a ball, and he felt it bunch. It was her muscle, squeezing down on his arm from the outside, while his own arm did nothing much underneath.

"Enjoy it," said Luna. "You're never going to look like that in your life."

He knew. He stood there lifting the arm up and down for a while anyway, just to watch it work.

He squeezed one of the new arms with his other hand, and something in it squeezed back.

"Can I have more arms?"

Two hard lumps pushed out of his back, just under his shoulder blades, one on each side, and he felt them grow. Bone came first. It slid out along his ribs under the black and pushed away from him, and then the round end of a shoulder joint knocked into place on each side with a clunk that he felt in his teeth. Muscle came after the bone, cord after cord, wrapping around the new bones and pulling tight across his back and taking hold somewhere down near his waist. Then the arms came out of him, black like the rest of him, and reached out on either side, and the hands on the ends of them opened and closed. He tried to move them. They did not move. He tried harder, frowning at them in the mirror, and the left one gave him a little wave.

"Those are mine," said Luna.

"I can't work them?"

"You get two," said Luna. "I get the rest."

One of them scratched the top of his head for him. The other one patted him on the back.

"Do a tail."

It started as a hard knob at the bottom of his spine, pressing into him. Then another one came out behind it, and another, a whole string of bones pushing out of the suit one after the other, each one a hard little nudge at the base of his back, and the weight of the bones dragged at him as the tail grew. It was long and black and thick at the root, and it swung out behind him and curled at the tip. Josh looked at it over his shoulder in the mirror. It was a good tail. He has drawn a lot of tails, and he knows a good one when he sees it. He tried to swing it. It didn't swing. Then it swung all by itself, out wide behind him and back in again, hard, and smacked him across the ass.

"Hey!"

"Also mine," said Luna, and did it again.

He wanted horns next, and the horns came up hard: two knots of pressure pushing out of his forehead, one over each eyebrow, with the bone creaking as it rose through the suit and curled. The horns were black and ridged. He told her they were wrong, because demon horns curl back over the head, and she curled the horns forward instead, and he felt that too, both of them bending at the root with a slow crackle. He asked for claws and got claws. Something hard slid down along the pads of his fingers inside the suit and pushed out past his fingertips, scraping as it came, and the claws came out long and black and hooked. He asked for a proper demon, and the black on him went dark red all over, with the horns and the claws and the tail and the extra arms all still on, and Luna's pale head still sitting on his shoulder in the middle of it, looking as if she had made the whole thing from scratch, which she had.

Then he asked for wings, and he felt the wings most of all. Two great bones came up out of his back between the extra arms and kept on coming, and muscle came with them, thick bands of it spreading out over his shoulders and down his back and taking hold of him, tighter and tighter, as if somebody big had grabbed him from behind. The bones split at the ends into long thin fingers, and black skin stretched between them like a bat's. When the wings opened, they pulled on his whole back at once, and they filled the bedroom from one wall to the other. The left one swept everything off the top of the dresser. A can of deodorant rolled away under the bed.

After that he started asking for things he had drawn. She knew every one of them. She has read his whole comic, every page of it, and he only had to start describing one before she was turning him into it, every one of them crawling and shoving its way over him on the way in. Then he would tell her everything she had gotten wrong, and she would ignore all of it and do it her own way.

"Mine's better," she said, every single time.

He was grinning the whole time. He hadn't had this much fun in a long time. He could have stood there all night, turning into things.

He was halfway through explaining how a gargoyle's wings are supposed to fold when everything went back to Venom.

It happened all at once, and he felt every piece of it go. The wings folded down into his back, their long bones folding in on themselves with a sound like a handful of knuckles cracking, and the muscle that had been holding them let go of his shoulders and slid away down his back. The extra arms went with them. The tail drew back up into the base of his spine a bump at a time. The horns ground back down into his forehead, and the red drained out of him to black. Then he was Venom again, black from head to foot, with the white eyes and the teeth and the long tongue hanging down, and Luna's head on his shoulder.

He wasn't his own size, though. In the mirror, Venom was a little taller than Josh had ever been, and a lot bigger all over: wider in the shoulders, and thicker in the arms and the chest and the legs. He could feel the difference from the inside. The black skin sat further out from his body than before, all over, and between it and him there was a thick, warm layer of her that hadn't been there a minute ago. It was moving. It was full of small slow shifts and squeezes, like a crowd settling in.

"I'm still big," he said.

"I need the room," said Luna.

"Room for what?"

Inside the suit, around his cock, she closed her fist.

There was no hand anywhere. Nothing moved in the mirror. The side of her that was right up against his cock closed in on it from every side at once like a fist, from the base to the head, and squeezed.

In the mirror, Venom stood perfectly still.

So that was what the room was for.

"I wanted to find out how they'd have sex," said Luna.

"Who?"

"Venom and Eddie." Her head turned on his shoulder until her face was a few inches from his. "You said it couldn't work."

"I said how would it even work."

"So let's find out."

Her voice had gone low, and it wasn't flat anymore. It hadn't been flat for a while.

Her eyes were right there, close up, and while he looked into them, her pupils changed. The black in each one pinched in at the top and split into two round lobes, and ran down to a point at the bottom, and then pink came up from the point and filled them solid. Pink hearts, in the brown, on a head growing out of his own shoulder.

"This is the part where you'd run," she said. "If you could."

He couldn't. He was wearing her.

* * *

Then his right hand moved.

He hadn't moved it. It came up off his thigh all by itself, and he felt how she did it. The layer of her along his arm tightened all at once, cords of her pulling over his own muscles, and his arm went where she put it. It went across toward his cock, slowly, and stopped an inch away from it, and hung there. In the mirror, Venom's big black hand hung in the air beside Venom's black cock.

"Can I?" said Luna.

"Is that you?" said Josh. "Are you doing that? Are you moving my hand?"

"Who else would it be?"

He didn't say no. She heard him not say it.

His hand closed around his cock and started to stroke.

It was his own hand. He could feel his own palm and his own fingers wrapped around his cock through her skin, and he could feel them going up and down, slowly, all the way from the base to the head and back. He wasn't doing any of it. He watched it happen in the mirror. Venom stood there with his tongue hanging down his chest and jerked himself off with one big black hand, nice and slow, and the man inside Venom had nothing to do with it.

"You're jerking me off," said Josh, "with my own hand."

"I'm finding out." Her chin was on his shoulder, and she was watching his hand work in the mirror with her mouth a little open. "That's how they'd do it. Venom would never let Eddie have a hand free." She giggled, right against his ear. "Poor Eddie."

Then his hand let go of his cock and dropped back to his side, and the inside of the suit started to change.

He felt it happen around his cock. There was room for it now, in that thick warm layer of her, and she used all of it. The skin that had been holding his cock went warm, and then hot. Then it went wet, all at once, from the base of his cock to the head. Ridges came up along the inside of it, soft and close together. Then it started fitting itself to him. It went along his cock from the base to the tip, closing in tight and easing off again, finding the exact width of his cock at every point along it, following the flare of the head and closing in again behind it. He could feel each part of it settle around him while the next part was still finding its place.

It was a pussy. She had made her pussy inside the suit, right there around his cock, without moving him at all.

And she came while she made it. She always does, with a brand-new pussy. Her pussy clamped down on his cock all at once, and the whole suit clamped with it, every part of her at the same moment: his legs and his arms and his ribs and his back, all of him squeezed at once, as tight as a hug that goes on too long. Her head threw itself back on his shoulder, and she let out a long, happy moan right into the side of his face.

"Oh," she said, when she could talk. "Oh, that's a good one. That's a really good one." She was still panting against his cheek. "That's one for me, baby. You're behind already."

Then her pussy started to move.

It moved inside the suit. Her pussy slid up his cock and down again, hot and wet and tight, the ridges dragging over the head of his cock on every stroke, and nothing on the outside of the suit moved at all. In the mirror, Venom stood perfectly still with his arms at his sides, and Venom's cock stood out in front of him, black and smooth and still. The only thing in the mirror that was moving was Josh's face, in the middle of all those teeth, falling apart.

"You're getting fucked," said Luna, watching the mirror, thrilled to bits, "and you're just standing there."

He tried to put a hand out to the closet door. His hand didn't go.

Nothing went. He couldn't lift his arm. He couldn't bend a finger or bend his knees or turn his head away from the mirror. She had locked the suit, all of it. Every muscle of hers laid over his had gone hard at the same moment and stayed hard, and she was holding him up inside it, standing straight in front of the mirror like a statue of himself, while her pussy worked up and down his cock.

"Stay right there," said Luna. "I'm not done finding out."

Then she started moving his hips for him.

His hips rocked forward. He didn't do it. He felt her do it: the thick muscle of her over his hips and his ass bunched and pulled, and his hips went forward, and back again, slowly, and then forward again, pushing his cock up into her pussy and drawing it back out, and the rest of him stayed locked. In the mirror, Venom stood there with his arms at his sides, humping the air.

"You're making me hump the air," said Josh.

"Mm-hm." Her breath caught, right at his ear. "And I'm the air."

He looked at the mirror again. Venom's hips went forward and back, steady and slow, and inside the suit his cock went in and out of her pussy with every one of them, deep, all the way to the base, and her pussy squeezed him at the bottom of every stroke. His own hips were fucking her, and he had nothing to do with it. He couldn't even stop.

Then two mouths opened inside the suit, one over each of his nipples.

He felt the skin there part into lips. The lips closed on his nipples, both at once, wet and warm, and a tongue flicked across the tip of each nipple, and then they sucked. His nipples have always been his weak spot, and she has never once been fair about it. His whole body tried to fold up around his chest. It couldn't. She had him locked straight, so all of it went nowhere, and he just stood there in the mirror shaking, with his hips still going and his mouth open in the middle of Venom's teeth.

"Got you," said Luna, right in his ear. "Oh, I love that. Look at you trying to fold up."

It was much too much, and much too fast, and he was already close.

He felt it gathering low down behind his balls, a heavy weight that was not going to wait for him. Her pussy squeezed his cock on every stroke, the mouths sucked on his nipples, and his hips kept pushing his cock deep into her pussy. He couldn't slow any of it down, because none of it was his. The weight got heavier. His balls drew up tight against him.

"Luna," he said. "Luna, I'm..."

"Already?" She laughed into his ear. "Do it. Show me how Eddie does it."

Then it went past the point where he could stop it. He felt the drop in his stomach and everything behind his balls draw up hard, and he came. The first pulse went up through his cock and out into her pussy, hot, and his whole body jerked inside the suit and went nowhere at all. She held him straight through it. The second pulse was bigger. Her pussy squeezed his cock all the way up its length and pulled it out of him, and the third and the fourth came close together, pumping out of his cock into her, while in the mirror Venom stood perfectly still with his hips rocking slowly against nothing. Her pussy kept milking him the whole time, rolling up the length of his cock and back down, until there was nothing left in his balls and his cock was still twitching inside her.

He made a sound in the bedroom that he would rather nobody had heard.

Then it was over. He was standing in front of the mirror breathing hard, held up, with her pussy still wrapped warm around his cock.

He looked down at himself. The black skin of the suit was perfectly smooth over his cock, and there wasn't a drop of come leaking out anywhere.

"Where did it go?" he said.

"In me." She sounded as if she had just eaten something very good. "All of it. Nothing gets out of this suit, baby."

* * *

Then she let go of his body.

She let go of the lock, and all at once he could move again, and his knees went. They didn't get far. The suit caught him on the way down, all of it at once, and held him. Every part of her closed in around him, gently, his arms and his legs and his back and his chest and his stomach, all at the same time, warm and close and firm from his feet to the top of his head.

It was a hug. It was the biggest hug of his life. There was no part of him she wasn't holding.

Josh sagged into it and let her hold him up. This was it. This was the part he always wants, the slow part after, when nothing is happening and nobody is in a hurry, and he had never had it like this, held on every side at once by somebody who could not possibly drop him. He could have stayed in there all night.

"Can we just do this for a bit?" he said.

"Nope," said Luna. "You like boobs, right?"

He knew that voice. "... Yes?"

"You like them so much." Her head turned on his shoulder so she could watch his face. "So today you get your own."

Something moved on his chest.

He felt the weight before he saw anything. It piled up on his chest from somewhere inside the suit, warm and heavy, more and more of it, pushing forward and starting to drag. Two round bumps rose out of the black skin over his pecs. They rose slowly and kept on rising, rounder and heavier, and as they came up the black thinned over them and her own pale skin came through underneath. By the time they stopped growing they were boobs. They were her boobs, pale and round and heavy, much bigger than she ever keeps them, each one with a hard pink nipple on the end of it, growing out of Venom's black chest.

She didn't stop at the boobs. His waist went next. The suit pulled in around his middle, squeezing, as if a belt was being tightened around his stomach, and in the mirror Venom's waist came in hard under the new tits. Then his hips. He felt flesh building out over his hipbones on both sides, thick and warm, and bones of hers sliding into place on the outside of his own, until Venom had a woman's wide hips under that small waist. His thighs filled out to match them. Venom's wide shoulders drew in narrower, the extra flesh crawling off them and going somewhere else. Last of all the big black skull drew in around his head, slimmer and smoother, and a long fall of glossy black came down from the back of it like hair.

In the mirror, Venom had a woman's body: tits, a waist, and hips.

"That was easy," said Luna. "You weren't very manly to begin with."

"Hey."

"What? It saved me a lot of work."

The tits settled. He felt the full weight of them hang off his chest all at once, pulling forward and down, dragging at the suit and at him underneath it, and his shoulders went back on their own to carry it.

"They're heavy," he said.

"Yup." Luna sounded as if she had been waiting a long time to say it. "Now you know. Carry them around for a bit. Next time you ask me why I don't keep them big all the time, you can remember this."

"That's She-Venom," said Josh.

"Who?"

"She-Venom. From the comics. She's in the first movie too, near the end, for one scene. Anne turns into Venom so she can kiss Eddie."

"Then it's canon," said Luna, as if that settled the whole argument from the sofa.

His hands were already on her boobs. He hadn't decided to put them there. That is just where his hands go. He got a hand under each of her boobs and lifted, and they were heavy in his palms, soft and warm, spilling over his fingers. He squeezed. Her nipples went harder against his palms, and up on his shoulder Luna let out a long low sound and pushed her boobs forward into his hands, which meant pushing his own chest forward into his hands.

It was very confusing. He could feel the weight of her boobs sitting on his chest. He could feel them in his hands. He couldn't feel his hands on them from the inside, because her boobs weren't his. She could feel every bit of it.

"It feels weird," he said. "I'm touching my own body. Kind of."

"Kind of," she agreed. She arched on his shoulder, and her breath went short. "Keep going."

He kept going. He squeezed her boobs and rolled her nipples between his fingers and thumbs, and every time he did it, she made a noise in his ear, each one a little higher than the one before.

"So," she said. "You're a dude, and you're feeling up the tits on your own chest. Is that gay then?"

"They're your tits."

"On your chest."

He kept going. It was weird. It was probably a little bit gay, if he thought about it for too long, so he didn't think about it for too long. They were boobs. He has never once in his life been able to get enough of boobs, and he wasn't about to start now just because they happened to be on him.

Then her head turned on his shoulder, and she kissed him.

Her mouth came round to his, inside the ring of Venom's teeth, and she kissed him slowly, with her tongue in his mouth and her lips warm on his lips. He kissed her back. It was a strange angle to be kissed from, by a head growing out of his own shoulder, and he did not care at all.

Then her head left his shoulder.

He felt it go. The bottom of her neck came loose from the top of his shoulder with a slow wet pull, and then it dragged. It went across the top of his chest under the black skin, a thick hard knot of her pushing through the suit an inch at a time, and he could feel the small bones of her neck rolling over his collarbone as it went. Her head came around in front of him and started down. It went down between her own boobs, and he felt the knot of her neck squeeze down between them too. It went down over his stomach. He watched it in the mirror the whole way: a pale head with long black hair, sliding down the front of a black body on its own pale neck, with her eyes on him in the glass.

It stopped in front of his cock.

The suit opened around his cock. The skin over his cock split straight down the middle from the head to the base, and her pussy inside drew back off him, and the two sides of the suit peeled away from his cock on either side, until his real cock was standing out of the black suit into the cold air of the bedroom. It was the only part of him that was out. It was pink and wet and his, sticking out of the middle of Venom.

"Hello," said Luna, to his cock. "There you are."

Then she took his cock in her mouth.

She took all of it. She slid down his cock in one long, slow push, her lips going over the head and down the shaft, and when the head of his cock got to the back of her mouth, there was no back. There was no throat there to stop it. His cock went on into her, past where a throat should start, past where her neck should end, and she kept going until her lips were pressed against the black suit at the base of his cock and his whole cock was in her mouth. She hummed around it. He felt the hum in his balls.

Then the top of his shoulder pushed up again.

He felt the same hard round pressure come back, right where her first head had been, and the same small bones stacking up out of his shoulder one on top of the next, knocking into place under his collarbone. A second head came up out of him on a second neck. Black hair spilled down his back. Her nose came, and then her mouth, and then her eyes, opening last, brown. It was Luna's face again, all of it, a few inches from his ear, while her first head was down at his cock with her lips pressed against the base of it.

"Hi," said the head on his shoulder. She was grinning. "Watch the mirror. Watch me suck your cock."

He watched. In the mirror there was a black body with tits on its chest and a monster's grin and a pale head on its shoulder, and down at the bottom of it another pale head with black hair was going slowly up and down on the only human part of the whole thing.

"Slower," the head on his shoulder told the head on his cock.

The head on his cock slowed down.

"Good girl," said the head on his shoulder.

"You're talking to yourself," said Josh.

"Somebody has to," she said. "You're no help." Then she dropped her voice all the way down, deep and rough and growling, exactly like the movies. "We are going to come."

"Cringe," said Josh. "Never do that again."

"Never," she promised, in her own voice, and laughed.

Then the inside of the suit came alive.

It started at his feet. Everywhere the suit touched him, the inside of it turned to tongue: under the soles of his feet, behind his knees, the insides of his thighs, his stomach and his back and his ribs and the backs of his arms, all of it at once. The whole inside of the suit was licking him. It was one skin, and every bit of that skin was tongue, warm and wet and moving, and there was no part of him that wasn't being licked.

He was properly sweating by now. He had been sweating since the living room, and with no air anywhere on his skin, the sweat had nowhere to go. Then she turned the heat up. He felt it come up all over him at once, hotter and hotter, on purpose, until he was soaked inside the suit from head to foot, and the tongues licked the sweat up off him as fast as it came.

Then one of the tongues went behind him.

It went down between his cheeks, slowly, and found his asshole, and licked it.

It was one long, slow, flat lick, warm and wet, right across his asshole, and then another one, and Josh went rigid. Every muscle he had locked up on its own, and he clenched his ass as tight as he could get it. The tongue didn't care. It licked him anyway, right across the clench, over and over, and then went round his asshole in slow wet circles, and then narrowed to a point and pressed on the middle of it, and stayed there, pressing.

"Luna."

"Mm?" said the head on his shoulder.

"That's my ass."

"I know where your ass is, baby." He could hear her grinning. "I'm going to put my tongue in it one day. Just not tonight. Tonight it's just saying hi."

The tongue went back to licking. It licked his asshole slowly and thoroughly, round and round and flat across, and it never went in, and he couldn't unclench, because the second he did, the tongue would be right there. So he stayed clenched, and that made everything else worse. Every lick all over him, every lick on his asshole and every slide of her mouth on his cock, went through a body that was already pulled as tight as it would go.

She took her time with this one.

Every time he got close, she knew. Her mouth slowed down on his cock. The tongues inside the suit went still. She held him right there at the edge, until the weight behind his balls started to fade, and then she started again, slowly, from the beginning. She did it again. Then she did it again. In the mirror the pale head at the bottom of the black body went up and down on his cock so slowly that it hardly seemed to move, and the head on his shoulder told him exactly how good he looked, and how long she could keep this up, which was forever.

The fourth time, the head on his shoulder put its lips right against his ear.

"Ask me nicely," she said, "and I'll let you come."

"No."

The head pulled back far enough to look at him. "No?"

"No."

He was shaking all over, soaked, locked straight, with his cock in one of her mouths and a tongue on his asshole, and he still wasn't going to ask. He doesn't beg. He has never begged anybody for anything, and he wasn't going to start in a Venom costume. Besides, he had worked something out around the third time.

"You want it more than I do," he said.

For a second the head on his shoulder just looked at him. Then she laughed, right in his face, delighted.

"Yes," said Luna. "I do."

This time, she didn't stop.

Her mouth went all the way down his cock and stayed there and sucked. The tongues all over him came back at once, and the one behind him pressed flat on his asshole and stayed. The weight came back behind his balls, faster this time and heavier than before, and kept coming, and went past the edge, and there was no edge left.

He came in her mouth. It was a long one. It came up out of his balls slowly, much too slowly, a long hard pull that he felt all the way along his cock before anything came out of it, and then it did, and it kept on coming, pulse after pulse, into her mouth. She swallowed all of it. He felt her throat work around his cock, the throat she doesn't have, swallowing on every pulse and pulling the next one up after it. On his shoulder, her other head moaned into his ear with every swallow, as if she was the one coming. His knees went. The suit held him up. He came for so long that he started to think it wasn't going to stop, and then it stopped all at once and left him hanging in the suit, shaking, with her still swallowing around his cock.

When she let go of his cock, she licked it clean on the way off.

* * *

The head on his shoulder sank back down into his shoulder. Its neck folded away into him one small bone at a time, until the skin over his shoulder was smooth again. Then her other head came back up his body, over his stomach and between her boobs, with the knot of her neck dragging back up under the black, and settled into the same place on his shoulder. Down at his cock, the two sides of the suit came back together and sealed, until it was smooth black skin again.

Then two arms came out of his back.

He felt them push out low on his back, bone sliding out along his sides under the black, and then they wrapped around him from behind, around his waist and up across his chest. They were her own arms, pale, the skin going from black to pale as they came out of the suit. They crossed over his chest under her boobs and held him firmly, as if she was standing behind him with her arms around him. She is always the big spoon, even when he is wearing her.

"You okay?" she said, against his ear.

"Mm."

"Good." She sounded happy and much too awake. "I've got one more idea."

His cock grew.

He felt it start inside the suit. The layer of her around his cock got thicker, and then heavier. Flesh was piling up around it from the base outward, warm and dense, knotting and building, and as it got heavier it pulled down on the suit all around his hips. In the mirror, the smooth black cock at the front of Venom started to grow. It grew longer, and thicker. It grew out in front of him far past where his own cock ended inside it, black and glossy and heavy, with a fat round head, until it was the biggest cock he had ever seen on anybody, and he has drawn a lot of cocks. His real cock was in there somewhere, inside the base of it, held snug. The rest of that cock was all her.

Her arms let go of his chest and took his hands, one each, and put them on the monster cock.

"Touch it," she said. "Both hands."

He wrapped both hands around the monster cock. It was warm and heavy, and his fingers didn't meet around it. He stroked it once, from the base toward the head.

He felt nothing on his own cock. He felt the monster cock in his hands, and he felt his hands moving on it. Down inside it, his real cock just sat there, held, and felt none of it, because the monster cock wasn't him. It was her.

"I can't feel it," he said.

"Hang on."

Her head on his shoulder closed its eyes. She frowned. Her whole face went still and tight and serious, and for the first time all night, she went quiet.

He stroked the monster cock again, and this time he felt it.

He felt his own hand on his real cock. It was exactly where his hands were on the outside. When he slid his hands up the monster cock, a grip slid up his real cock inside it, and when he squeezed the head of the monster cock, the head of his own cock got squeezed. She was copying it through. Whatever his hands did to her on the outside, she was doing to him on the inside, at the same moment and in the same place.

"Oh," said Josh.

"Don't..." said Luna, with her eyes shut. "Don't talk. I'm concentrating."

He stroked it again and felt it again, and she didn't say a word. It went on like that. He stroked her monster cock and felt every stroke on his own cock, and the head on his shoulder stayed perfectly quiet, with her eyes closed and her forehead creased, the most serious he has ever seen her. Once she started to say something smug, and the feeling on his cock stopped dead. She had to shut her mouth and frown again to get it back.

Then the monster cock changed in his hands.

Under his palms, ridges came up along it. They rose up out of the smooth black skin one after another, in rings, from the base toward the head, and he felt each one come up under his fingers. Then the head of it moved. A second head pushed up out of the side of the monster cock, just below the first, round and fat, until there were two of them at the end of it, one above the other. He was holding his own impossible cock in his two hands, and it was changing while he held it. Every time his hands went over the ridges on the outside, he felt the ridges go over his real cock on the inside.

His cock wasn't keeping up.

He could feel it, down inside the monster cock, inside all that weight of her. It had come twice already tonight, and it was only half hard. It was soft at the base and slow to fill, and every ridge that went over it pushed it around instead of dragging along it. It wasn't going to get there. He was sure of it.

"Luna," he said. "It's not getting hard again."

The head on his shoulder didn't open its eyes. It smiled, and the copy on his cock didn't let up for a second.

He kept stroking. He couldn't have stopped his hands if he had wanted to, and he wasn't sure anymore that they were his.

Then he came the third time, inside the monster cock, on a cock that never got all the way hard. It took him completely by surprise. It came up out of his balls slowly and heavily, from somewhere deeper than the first two, in three long pulls of his soft cock that he felt in his stomach and his thighs and the backs of his knees, and almost nothing came out with them. Every pull went up through his real cock into her, inside the monster cock, and on the outside the monster cock jerked in his hands with it, both heads at once. His whole body tried to fold up around his cock, and the suit let it. He bent forward over his own hands, and her arms came back around his chest and held him, and he made a noise that was close to a sob.

Luna came with him, and she was loud about it. Her eyes flew open on his shoulder, and the copy on his cock broke off in the middle, and she said, "Oh, fuck," and laughed, and said it again, higher. The monster cock bucked in his hands all on its own, both heads jerking against his palms. The whole suit clamped around him at once, from his feet to his head, and held him there while she shook. He felt her shake everywhere. It came up his legs and his back in long shudders, one after another, every one of them squeezing him a little harder than the last, and her head on his shoulder pushed its face into his neck and moaned all the way through it.

* * *

Then it was over. The monster cock went soft in his hands, and he felt it go back into her, the heavy warm mass of it drawing down over his cock and back into the suit, smaller and smaller, until it was just the suit again, smooth and black over his own cock. Her boobs sank down into his chest, and the weight went off him all at once. His hips went in. The bones of hers that had been sitting on the outside of his slid away, and the suit drew in tight around his middle. Then the black itself drained away. The teeth went in, and he felt every one of them slide back down into the skin around his mouth. The white eyes shrank down to nothing, and Venom's big skull came apart in plates and slid down tight to his own head again. The whole suit drew in on him, closer and closer, until it fitted him like his own skin, and the man in the mirror was a smooth pale mannequin with Josh's eyes, and a woman's head on its shoulder, and her arms around its chest.

She walked him to the bed. He didn't do any of it. His legs went one in front of the other because she moved them, her muscles over his doing all the work, and she turned him around and sat him down on the edge of the bed, and laid him down on his side on top of the comforter. Her arms stayed around him. Her head stayed on his shoulder, tucked in behind his ear.

He lay there inside her. He was soaked with sweat from head to foot, and he was so tired he couldn't feel his feet.

"So," said Luna, in his ear. "Gay or bros?"

He thought about it.

"Bros," he said.

"Bros?"

"Bros."

"You just came three times in a Venom costume."

"That," said Josh, "was brotherly love."

She laughed. He felt her laugh all over him, everywhere at once, the whole suit shaking with it around his body.

He fell asleep like that, in her.

She didn't take it off. When he woke up, she had turned off the light, and it was dark in the bedroom, and he was still inside her, still hot, still soaked, with her arms around his chest and her head on his shoulder. She was awake. Her eyes were open in the dark, a few inches from his face, watching him.

"Halloween's in a few days," she said.

"Mm."

"I know what you're going as."

"What?"

"Me."

* * *

Josh was seven foot six, and he was not handling it well.

It was Halloween night, just after dark, and he was walking down the street outside his building as Venom. He was black from head to foot and glossy all over. He had two huge white eyes, a grin full of long white teeth that ran most of the way back to where his ears would be, and a pink tongue as long as his forearm hanging down his chest. Every bit of it was alive, and every bit of it was Luna.

She had made him seven foot six because that is how tall Venom is in the movies, and Luna does not do things halfway.

His own legs were still his own legs. They were inside her, the same length they had always been, and they stopped a long way above the sidewalk. Everything below his feet was her, built out thick and solid underneath him, and every time he took a step, she took the rest of it down to the ground. The ground was very far away. He had walked into the bottom of a shop awning on the first block and a low branch on the second, and now he was walking like a man on stilts who had been told not to look down, with his arms held out a little from his sides and his huge black knees coming up much too high.

"You're doing great," said Luna.

There was no head on his shoulder tonight. There was nothing anywhere on him that looked like her. Her voice came from inside the Venom head, from a mouth she had made right beside his ear, in a whisper only he could hear.

"I'm doing terrible."

"You're doing terrible," she agreed. "Left foot."

"That is my left foot."

"Your other left."

He was doing all the walking himself. She had made a point of that before they left the flat. He had wanted to be tall, so he could learn to be tall.

The street was full of trick-or-treaters. It was still early enough for the little ones, and the sidewalk was crowded with them, witches and dinosaurs and a lot of small Spider-Men, every one of them holding a bucket shaped like a pumpkin. They took one look at Josh and scattered. A tiny Spider-Man saw him coming, screamed, and hid behind his dad's legs. Two witches and a dinosaur crossed the street without looking. A very small pumpkin burst into tears. Josh tried waving, which made it worse, because the wave came from a black hand the size of a dinner plate, and after that the kids kept well clear of him.

The grown-ups were the opposite. They stopped in the middle of the sidewalk and stared up at him with their mouths open, and got their phones out. A guy dressed as a cowboy yelled "Dude!" from across the street and came running over, and after that there was a little crowd around him at every corner, asking for pictures, asking how he did it, asking if he could do the voice.

They couldn't tell. That was the thing. His own eyes looked out from the middle of the big white ones, and his own mouth was in there in the middle of all the teeth, and to anybody looking up at him that made it a mask. There was obviously a guy in there. It was obviously the best costume they had ever seen in their lives, with a short guy on very good stilts somewhere inside it, and nobody could work out how it was done.

"Can I touch it?" said a woman in cat ears.

"Uh," said Josh. "Sure."

She put her hand flat on his arm.

"It doesn't feel like rubber," she said, amazed. "It's warm."

Josh flinched so hard that she jumped back. He had felt his dick get touched.

It was no accident. It was a hand, closing around his dick inside the suit, warm, giving it one slow squeeze from the base to the head and letting go, at the exact moment the woman's hand had landed on his arm.

Right beside his ear, inside the Venom head, Luna started to laugh.

She didn't say anything. She just laughed, a long helpless giggle in a whisper only he could hear, the laugh of somebody whose prank had worked even better than she had hoped, and it went on for a while.

"What was that?" he hissed.

"Somebody touches the suit," she whispered, still giggling, "and I touch your dick."

"Every time?"

"Every time. All night."

The woman put her hand back on his arm, more carefully this time, and the hand inside the suit closed on his dick again. He stood there and let her. He thought he did a pretty good job of not making a sound.

A few nights ago, in the bedroom, Luna had needed to shut her eyes and frown and go completely quiet to copy his own hand onto his cock, stroke for stroke, in exactly the same place. This was much easier for her. She wasn't copying anything. Somebody touched the outside of the suit, and she did something to his dick, and she could do that and whisper in his ear at the same time, and from the sound of her she was planning to do it all night.

"Is this shared senses?" he muttered, while the cowboy took a selfie with him. "Can you feel what I'm feeling?"

"I'd have to touch your brain for that," Luna whispered.

"Please don't touch my brain."

"I'm not touching your brain. I'm touching your dick."

He was grateful for that, and the longer he thought about it, the more grateful he got. She was closed around every inch of him. She was right up to the edges of his eyes and around his nostrils and in the folds of his ears, and she was wrapped around his chest every time he breathed in. She could squeeze. She could close up the holes she had left him to breathe through. She could go in through his ears, if she felt like it, and touch his brain after all. There was probably no end to the ways she could kill him or hurt him from where she was, and every one of them would be as easy for her as turning on a light from across the room. She has never done one of them. She has never come close. He walked a whole block thinking about it, and found that he still wasn't scared of her at all. He was just glad she wasn't like that.

Then a bachelorette party in matching devil horns found him, and every one of them wanted a picture with her hands on his chest, and he stopped thinking about anything. He stood there with a devil under each arm and hands all over his front, and every hand was a hand on his dick, and he smiled for the camera with his eyes, because the teeth were already smiling for him.

* * *

It was around then that he noticed the glow.

He had been seeing it on Luna for a while now. It was a faint light on her, at the edges, around her shoulders and her hair, soft and pale and very still. He couldn't have said when he first noticed it, and he had put it down to Luna being Luna. She turns into things. A glow was nowhere near the strangest thing that happened in the flat, so he never mentioned it.

Now there was a woman on the other side of the street with the same glow on her.

She was in a long green dress, with a pair of curling horns coming up out of her hair, and the light was all around her at the edges, exactly the same as Luna's.

"Some of these people are glowing," Josh whispered.

"Glowing?"

"Like you."

There was a pause inside the Venom head.

"I glow?" said Luna. He could hear her trying not to sound flattered.

"For a while now."

"You never said."

"I thought it was a you thing."

"Who's glowing?"

He pointed with his chin, which in the Venom head meant pointing with a skull the size of a beach ball. Luna went quiet for a second. He felt her looking, from wherever she looked from in there.

"Huh," she said. "Yep. That one's real."

"Real like you?"

"Real like me. Inhuman. Those horns are her own."

Josh stared at the woman in the green dress. She saw him staring and gave him a little wave.

"Wait," Luna whispered. "You can see essence now?"

"I don't know what I can see."

"Since when?"

"I don't know. A while?" He tried to think back to when it had started and couldn't find anything he had done. He had drawn some pages. He had watched three movies. "I didn't do anything."

She didn't know either. That was the end of it, because neither of them had anything more to say about it, and because once he knew what he was looking at, he couldn't stop seeing it.

They were everywhere. It was Halloween, and the street was full of them. A tall gray man with a bolt through his neck was buying a hot dog from a cart, and he glowed. Two girls with fox ears and big fluffy tails were walking arm in arm, and their tails swished on their own, and they glowed. Half a block on, a man in what looked like an excellent zombie costume was missing most of one cheek, and he glowed too, and Josh decided not to look at him for very long. He had walked past people like this every Halloween of his life. Tonight he could see every single one of them.

* * *

The rave was in an old warehouse a few blocks over, out where the shops gave way to loading docks, and it had been Luna's idea. In the second movie, Venom goes to a Halloween rave. So they were going to a Halloween rave.

The line went around the side of the building. Next door, behind a chain-link fence, there was a haunted-house attraction, the kind that pops up every October in an empty lot, with a fake cemetery out front and its opening hours painted on a board by the gate. Josh had to duck his whole head and both shoulders to get in through the warehouse door, and then he was inside.

It was dark and loud and packed. Lights swept around the ceiling in colored beams, and the bass came up through the floor into his feet, or into the part of her that was standing in for his feet. The whole floor was costumes: vampires and witches and nurses covered in fake blood, a man dressed as a slice of pizza, a great many cat ears. Everybody was dancing, and there was no room to do it in, so everybody was dancing into everybody else.

They went into the middle of it, because Luna wanted to.

Josh had been in crowds before. He had never been in one like this.

People bumped into him. They pushed past him and got shoved into him, and grabbed his arm to stay on their feet, and put their hands on his chest so they could look up at his face and scream "SICK COSTUME!" over the music. A girl dressed as a nun danced against his hip for a whole song. Somebody slapped him on the ass. Somebody else tried to climb him. There were hands on him from every side, all the time, more hands than he could count.

And every single hand was a hand on his dick.

She didn't miss one. A hand landed on his arm, and she squeezed. A shoulder hit his ribs, and she stroked him, base to tip, once. Somebody slapped his ass, and she gave his dick a little slap of its own inside the suit, and he jumped, and the people around him cheered because the costume had moved. Every touch from the crowd came straight through to his dick, one after another and then all at once, until there were so many of them that they stopped being separate touches at all. It was one long handling of his dick, from every side, that never let up.

He couldn't think. He couldn't dance either. He stood in the middle of the floor at seven foot six with his arms half raised and his eyes wide in the middle of the white ones, and the only thing in the whole warehouse he could think about was his dick.

"Oh, that one's grabby," Luna whispered, as a hand went across his stomach. "Did you feel that? Of course you felt that." A pirate fell against his back. "Ooh. Him too." She was having the time of her life. "Baby, you're so popular."

"Luna, I'm going to..."

"No, you're not."

And he didn't. She knew exactly how close he was. Every time he got near the edge, the touches on his dick went lighter, or slower, or stopped for a beat, and then they came back the second he had backed away from it. She kept him right there at the edge without ever once letting him go over. He stood in the middle of a Halloween rave dressed as Venom, harder than he had ever been in his life, and he couldn't do a single thing about it.

* * *

Sometime after midnight the music dropped out, and a man in a skeleton suit got up on the stage with a microphone.

"BEST COSTUME!" he yelled. "WHO'S GOT IT? GET UP HERE!"

The crowd started yelling and shoving people forward, and a lot of hands landed on Josh's back at once, every one of them on his dick, and pushed. He went up the steps onto the stage because it was easier than staying where he was.

"We're on a stage," Luna whispered. She sounded thrilled. "Josh. We're on a stage at a Halloween rave. Like in the movie."

"I know."

"We're Venom, on a stage, at a Halloween rave."

"I know, Luna."

There were a few others up there with him, lined up along the front of the stage.

Every one of them glowed.

Josh looked along the line, and then he looked again, and it was true. The crowd had picked out the best costumes in the building, and every one of them was real.

There was a gorgon in mirrored sunglasses, with a head full of real snakes instead of hair, and the snakes were dancing to the music, all swaying the same way at once. There was a man with nothing on his shoulders at all, holding his own head under one arm, and the head was nodding along to the beat. And at the end of the line, in a wheelchair, there was a mermaid. She had a long green tail where her legs should have been, folded up over the footrest, and a big round glass fishbowl over her head, full to the top with water, with her face inside it and her hair floating up around her face like weed in a pond.

Josh tried to talk to them, because it seemed rude not to.

"Hi," he said to the headless guy. He didn't know which part of him to say it to, so he said it somewhere in between.

"Down here, man," said the head, from under the arm. "Love the suit."

"Thanks. Love the... head."

"Thanks, man."

He tried the gorgon next. He told her he liked her snakes, and one of the snakes hissed at him, and she said, "She says thanks," and he decided that counted as a conversation. He asked the mermaid how she breathed in there, and she pointed at the fishbowl and said, "Fishbowl." Her voice came out through the water all bubbly. Everybody nodded as if that was a perfectly good answer, and it was.

They were chill, all of them. Nobody asked him anything difficult. The gorgon looked him up and down through her sunglasses.

"Shapeshifter, right?" she said. "Nice."

"Is there somebody in there?" said the head under the headless guy's arm, squinting up at the Venom face. "Or is that just her?"

The gorgon tilted her head, and every snake on it tilted the same way.

"Something," she said. "Maybe. Can't tell."

Josh thought about that while the man with the microphone went down the line. They had all known what Luna was the second they saw her. With him, they squinted. Every one of them kept glancing at the middle of the suit as if there was something in there they could almost make out, and then giving up. Whatever they were picking up, it was too faint to be sure of, and nobody wanted to say so out loud and be wrong. So nobody said anything.

The crowd cheered for each of them in turn. They cheered hard for Venom. They cheered harder for the mermaid, and when the man with the microphone held his hand out over her fishbowl, the whole warehouse screamed, and she won. She threw both arms up in her wheelchair, and the water in the fishbowl slopped over the top.

"Fishbowl," said Luna, in his ear. She did not sound thrilled anymore.

"She earned it."

"I win every year. I always have the best costume there."

"You're not even the costume tonight," said Josh. "I'm wearing you."

There was a short, offended silence beside his ear.

"You're lucky I like you," said Luna.

* * *

They went back down into the crowd. The music came back up, the floor filled in around them, and every hand on him was a hand on his dick again, and he walked straight into somebody.

He felt her before he saw her, small and solid against his stomach, and heard her say "Oh!" in a voice that did not like him at all. He looked down. It was a long way down.

She glowed.

That was the first thing he saw, the pale light around her edges, the same as Luna's. Then he saw the rest of her. She was a woman, a lot shorter than him, as most people were tonight, with very pale skin and dark red hair pinned up in a neat twist at the back of her head. She was wearing a white blouse, a black skirt and black boots, and none of it was a costume. The front of the white blouse had a long splash of blood down it, still bright. She had a black umbrella hooked over one arm, closed, with a curved handle like a walking stick. Nobody in the warehouse was looking at her twice. It was Halloween, and everybody had blood on them.

She looked up at him, and he saw her teeth. Two of them were longer than the rest, and sharp.

"Do you have any idea," she said, "what you have just done?"

Her voice was very proper. It was careful and grand and a little too slow, as if she was a duchess, or as if she had heard a duchess once and had been practicing ever since.

"Sorry," said Josh. "I'm..."

"I have been following a gentleman," she said, "since the other side of town. Half an hour ago, I had him." She touched the blood on her blouse without quite looking at it. "I had him entirely, and then he became, shall we say, uncooperative, and he ran. I have chased him through half the city and a parking garage and into this... establishment." She said establishment as if it had a smell. "I was this close. I could see the back of his neck. And then a very large idiot walked into me."

She poked him in the chest with one finger. Josh jerked. The poke had gone straight through to his dick.

"And now," she said, poking him again, and again his dick got it, "he is gone. He is somewhere in this crowd with my dinner in him, and I shall never find him in all of this."

"I said sorry," said Josh. "I'm new at being this tall."

"I don't care how tall you are." Poke. "I don't care what you're dressed as." Poke. "You have ruined my evening, and I should like an apology that sounds as if you mean it."

"I do mean it."

"It doesn't sound as if you do."

She kept going. She told him how long she had been out tonight, and what the man had looked like, and how rare it was these days to find one who was worth the trouble, and every time she made a point she poked him in the chest, and every poke landed on his dick, until he was standing there being lectured by a vampire with his knees going weak and no way to explain why.

Then Venom's mouth opened.

It was the big mouth, the grin all the way across the Venom face. Josh's own mouth stayed shut inside the teeth. The big one opened wide around it, and out of it came Luna's voice, flat and bored and very clear.

"He said sorry," said Luna. "Go find your snack somewhere else."

The woman stopped.

She looked at Josh's eyes, in the middle of the white ones. She looked at Josh's mouth, which was closed. She looked at the big Venom mouth, which was still open, with the long tongue hanging out of it.

"Two of you," she said slowly. "There are two of you in there."

* * *

"Outside," said the vampire. "The cemetery next door. I can't hear myself think in here."

"Yes," said Josh at once. "Yes. Let's go outside."

He would have gone anywhere. Somebody in a gorilla suit had just fallen against his back, a hand was still on his ass, and his dick was so far past anything he could stand that he would have followed her into the sea.

The haunted house next door was shut for the night. The gate in the chain-link fence had a chain and a padlock on it and a sign with a cartoon ghost that said CLOSED, SEE YOU TOMORROW, KIDDOS. The vampire put one hand on top of the fence and went over it in one light hop, skirt and boots and umbrella and all, and landed on the other side without a sound. Josh just stepped over it. At seven foot six, it came up to the middle of his thigh.

The fake cemetery was right inside, and it was obviously fake from the first look. The headstones were gray foam with rounded tops and jokes painted on them: I TOLD YOU I WAS SICK, and HERE LIES SOMEBODY'S EX, and one that only said BOO. At the back there was a crypt made of plywood, painted to look like stone, with a door that was really a painting of a door. A plastic skeleton was climbing out of a heap of plastic dirt. A fog machine sat by the fence, switched off, with its cord rolled up beside it. Past the crypt, at the back of the lot, the chain-link ran along the edge of a wood, and the trees started right behind it, black and close. The bass from the rave came thumping through the warehouse wall, and over all of it hung the moon, big and white and a little lopsided, sitting just above the roofs.

It was quiet enough to talk. The hands had stopped. Josh stood among the foam graves and let his dick calm down for the first time in an hour.

* * *

The vampire walked around him.

She took her time about it. She went all the way around him once, slowly, looking him up and down, with the tip of the umbrella tapping on the fake grass beside her. Then she stopped in front of him again and looked straight up at Josh's own eyes.

"A shapeshifter," she said. "Wearing a man."

"Hi," said Josh.

"Show yourself," she said, past him, to the suit.

Luna's head came up out of his right shoulder.

He felt it push up through the suit just as it had in the bedroom, the weight of it pressing down on his shoulder first and then rising, the small bones of her neck stacking up one on top of the next. It came up out of the black on its long neck, and this time it came up pale, her own face and her own long black hair, until she was sitting on his shoulder beside the Venom head. She looked down at the vampire like a cat watching something small walk into its yard.

"Vivian," said the vampire, and held out a hand to be kissed.

Luna looked at the hand. She didn't kiss it.

"Vivian what?" she said.

"I beg your pardon?"

"Your family name." Luna's head tilted on its long neck. "Your lot always give the family name. The old ones won't shut up about it. So. Vivian what?"

The hand stayed out in the air a moment longer than it should have.

"Vivian," said Vivian, "will do."

"Thought so," said Luna. "No family name. Just a girl who picked up the accent somewhere."

Josh didn't entirely follow it. He could feel the suit go smug all around him, though, and he could see Vivian's mouth go tight, so he knew who had won.

Vivian took her hand back. For a second she looked stung. Then she decided not to be, and looked at the two of them with interest instead, and the longer she looked, the more interested she got.

"That's why they couldn't tell," she said. "Up on the stage. I was watching. They knew what you were the moment they saw you, darling." She nodded at Luna. "Him, nobody could be sure of. I couldn't either. I thought it was only you in there, until you spoke with his mouth shut." She looked up into Josh's eyes, small in the middle of the white ones. "And here he is."

"Hi," said Josh, again.

"Hello." She tilted her head. "And that is what I don't understand. Your kind don't stay." She said that to Luna. "Everyone knows it. A shapeshifter will have anyone, and then they'll have somebody else, and then somebody else again, and in the morning they'll be a different shape in a different bed. That's what you are. Nobody ever holds on to one of you." She looked back at Josh, small in the middle of all that black. "And yet here you are, wrapped around this one like a coat."

"So?" said Luna.

"So he must be something." Vivian smiled up at Josh and showed him her teeth. "Mustn't you, darling?"

"I draw comics," said Josh.

"I'm sure you do." She took a step closer. She put her hand on his chest, very lightly, and his dick got it, and he jumped. "A man a shapeshifter won't let go of. Do you know what that is? Do you know what it would mean, if I walked in somewhere with you on my arm?" She said it softly. Her voice had dropped lower and warmer, the grand voice going soft at the edges like velvet. "Step out of there, darling. Let me have a proper look at you. I don't bite." She smiled. "Much."

"He's not stepping anywhere," said Luna.

* * *

Vivian didn't look at her. "I wasn't talking to you."

"I'm the one he'd be stepping out of."

"Then perhaps you could let him."

"No," said Luna.

"He might like to."

"He doesn't."

"Darling," said Vivian, to Josh. "Would you like to?"

Josh opened his mouth.

"No," said Luna.

"I asked him."

"And I answered. I'm closer."

Vivian looked at Luna's head on his shoulder for a long moment. Then she laughed, a pretty little laugh she had clearly practiced, and walked another slow circle around him on the fake grass.

"What could you possibly give him?" she said. "Truly. A shapeshifter. You'll be bored of him by Christmas. You'll be bored of him by Thursday. And then what? You'll wander off into somebody else's bed, and he'll be left standing in his own skin wondering what happened to him. Whereas I..." She stopped in front of him again. "I could give him forever."

"He's got me," said Luna.

"For now."

"For as long as I want."

"And how long is that?"

"Longer than you've been dead," said Luna.

Vivian's smile went a little thin.

"I was turned," she said. "Not killed."

"Same thing with better manners."

"You," said Vivian, "are extremely rude."

"You walked into us."

"He walked into me."

"You poked him."

"He deserved poking!"

Josh had never been fought over in his life. He had never been anywhere near being fought over. He stood in the middle of a fake cemetery at seven foot six while a vampire and a shapeshifter argued about him across his own chest, one of them down by his stomach and the other one coming out of his shoulder, and he had no idea what he was supposed to do with his hands. He put them on his hips. That felt wrong. He let them hang.

"Can I say something?" he said.

"No," said both of them.

Then Vivian moved.

She was fast. He had always known vampires were supposed to be fast, he has drawn a few, and he still wasn't ready for it. One second she was standing in front of him with her umbrella, and the next she was up on him, one boot on his knee and one hand on his shoulder and her face in his neck, and her teeth went in.

They went into Luna.

He felt the bite land, two sharp points just under his jaw, and it didn't hurt him at all, because it wasn't him. It was her, the skin of the suit, a finger's width outside his own. What he felt was his dick. The bite was a touch on the suit, and every touch on the suit went to his dick, so Luna gave him the bite there. Two hard points closed on his dick just below the head and pressed in, exactly as if Vivian had sunk her teeth into his dick instead of his neck, and he yelped.

Vivian didn't notice. Vivian had gone completely still on his chest, with her mouth on his neck, drinking.

She made a sound. It was long and low and shocked, deep in her throat. Her eyes rolled half shut and her fingers dug into his shoulder. Then she let go and dropped back down onto the grass and stood there with her hand over her mouth and Luna's blood on her lips, dark red, and her whole face had gone soft.

"Oh," she said. "Oh, what are you?"

"Taken," said Luna.

"That," said Vivian, "is the best thing I have ever tasted in my life."

She went straight back for more.

She was up on him again before he saw her move, and her teeth went into the same place, and this time she jerked back so fast that she fell off him. She landed on her back on the fake grass and started coughing. They were big, hacking, whole-body coughs, one on top of the other, that folded her up on the grass, and between them she spat, and scrubbed at her tongue with the back of her hand.

"What did you do?" she gasped, between coughs. "What did you do to it?"

"Changed it," said Luna. She sounded as if she was having a lovely time.

"To what?"

Luna didn't say, and Josh never found out either. Whatever it was, Vivian coughed until her eyes watered, and spat, and scrubbed her tongue on the back of her hand, and coughed again.

Vivian got up. Her hair had come half down out of its twist. There was Luna's blood on her chin and somebody else's blood down her blouse, and her face had gone from soft to furious in one breath.

"You," she said. "You. You disgusting... You shapeless... You common little..."

"Shapeshifter," said Luna. "The word is shapeshifter."

"I know the word!"

"You were having trouble with it."

"You don't even have a face of your own," said Vivian. "You borrow them. You put on whatever face you like and throw it away in the morning."

"This one's mine," said Luna. Her own face, up on his shoulder, didn't move at all. "I've had it a lot longer than you've had yours."

Vivian shoved them.

She put both hands flat on the Venom chest and shoved, and she was much stronger than she looked, and Josh went back a whole step on his stilts. His dick got both hands at once. He made a noise.

Luna shoved back. One of the big black Venom arms came up off Josh's side without asking him, her muscles hauling his arm up inside it, and gave Vivian a push in the middle of her chest, and she went flying, a long way, and landed on her feet in a crouch between two foam headstones with the umbrella still hooked over her arm.

She came back. She shoved again. Luna shoved again. Josh stood in the middle of it while two women pushed each other through his body, and his dick got every single push, and his own arm kept coming up and shoving people without him, and he thought this was probably not how his evening was supposed to go.

"Give him to me," said Vivian.

"No."

"I'll have him one way or another."

"No, you won't."

"I could stand here all night."

"So could I," said Luna. "I don't get tired. You'll get hungry first."

Vivian's mouth went tight. She knew it was true. She had lost her dinner in a crowd, she had spent her evening shouting at a costume, and she still had that taste in her mouth, whatever it was.

* * *

Then Luna grew a dick.

All night, the front of the suit between Venom's legs had been smooth. It was smooth like a costume, smooth like a toy, black and blank and glossy with nothing there at all. His own dick wasn't even down there. All the height she had given him was under his feet, so his own body sat high up inside the suit, and his own dick was somewhere up behind Venom's stomach, held flat and hidden. Now the smooth black skin at the front of Venom's hips started to move. It pushed out. Something came up under it and kept on coming, a long thick shape pushing forward out of the suit, and every bit of it was her. Nothing of him was in it. He could feel it from up inside anyway: a weight gathering low at the front of the suit, heavier and heavier, dragging at the black skin around his thighs as it grew. It came out black and glossy and heavy, with a fat round head. It was easily the biggest dick in the cemetery, and the cemetery had a skeleton in it.

It stood out from the front of him and pointed straight at Vivian.

Vivian looked at it.

She didn't step back. She looked at the dick for a good long while, and then she looked up at Luna's face on his shoulder and raised one eyebrow.

"Is that supposed to frighten me?" she said.

The dick got bigger.

It didn't hurry. It grew longer, out across the space between them, and thicker, until it was as thick as her forearm and then thicker than that, until the head of it was the size of her fist and then bigger than her fist, and it kept going. It came out at her across the fake grass until the head of the dick was almost touching the front of her bloody blouse.

Vivian took a step back.

Then she took another one. Her eyebrow had come down. She was staring at the dick.

Then her face went hot.

Josh watched it happen. Her skin was pale, as pale as the moon above the roofs, and the red came up into it from her neck, through her cheeks, all the way to the tips of her ears. She had fed half an hour ago, so she had the blood for it. And she was very clearly, very obviously, standing in a fake cemetery and picturing something.

Josh looked at her face, then down at the dick sticking out of the front of him, then at Luna.

"Luna," he whispered. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" Luna said, out loud. She wasn't whispering anymore. She wanted Vivian to hear it. "I'm going to fuck her with it. I'm going to rip her asshole wide open with it."

Vivian made a small noise.

"It'll hurt her!" said Josh.

"Relax, baby. She's a vampire. She'll heal up in a few minutes." Luna looked down at Vivian, enjoying herself enormously. "And every vampire I've ever met fantasizes about getting fucked rough. Every one of them. This one too." She tilted her head. "Look at her face."

Vivian's face went even redder.

"I beg your pardon," she said.

"You heard me."

"That is an outrageous thing to say to a lady."

"You're not a lady. You're a vampire who chased her dinner into a rave."

Vivian didn't answer that. She was still looking at the dick. She took a step toward it, and then another one, slowly, as if it might bite, and she put out her hand and touched it.

Josh flinched. He felt it in his own dick.

Her fingertips landed on the head of the big black dick, light and cool, and up inside the suit he felt the same fingertips land on the head of his own dick, in the same place, just as light and just as cool. The big dick was far bigger than his. Luna was shrinking every touch on it down to fit him, so that whatever the big dick felt, he felt, as if his own dick were that size. On his shoulder her face had gone still, with her eyes shut and her forehead creased. Copying a touch took everything she had. It had in the bedroom too.

Vivian drew her hand back and looked at it. Then she put it back, and this time she wrapped her hand around the dick as far as her hand would go, which was not very far. Her fingers didn't get halfway round.

Josh felt a hand close around his own dick that couldn't get halfway round it. He has never in his life had a dick that a hand couldn't get round. He stood there in a fake cemetery and found out what it was like, and his knees went weak.

"Adequate," said Vivian.

Luna's eyes snapped open. "Adequate?"

The hand on his dick was gone. She had opened her mouth.

"I have seen larger," said Vivian.

"No, you haven't."

"I could take this." Vivian lifted her chin. The red was still all over her face, and her voice had gone grand again, as grand as it ever got, which was how it went when she was lying. "I could take every bit of this and still be standing afterwards. And then, darling..." She looked past Luna, straight up into Josh's eyes. "Then you would see which of us is the better use of your evening."

* * *

Luna's head turned toward him on his shoulder. Her mouth came in close beside his ear, inside the Venom head.

"You ready for this?" she whispered. Luna checks, now, before the freaky stuff, and this was freaky by anybody's standards.

"Am I going to feel her?" said Josh.

"No." Her voice went low and warm. "You're going to feel me. Only me, baby. Everything you feel tonight is me."

He didn't say no.

Vivian was already undressing.

She did it like a person, with her own hands, and very properly, because her clothes were real. First she unhooked the umbrella from her arm and hung it carefully by its handle over the top of the foam headstone that said I TOLD YOU I WAS SICK. Then she unbuttoned her blouse, one button at a time, from the top down, without hurrying, looking at Josh the whole time. She took it off and folded it in half with the bloody side in, and laid it over the next headstone along. She stepped out of her boots. She unzipped her skirt and stepped out of that too, and folded it on top of the blouse. Her bra was black lace, and she took it off and folded it, and her small boobs came free in the cold air. Then she took off her black panties, and put them on the pile with the rest, and turned around to face them.

She was pale all over. Her boobs were small and high, with pale pink nipples gone hard in the cold. Her waist was narrow, her hips were round, her ass was small and firm, and between her legs her pussy was neat and bare. Her hair had come down out of its twist on one side, dark red against her pale shoulder. She stood in the fake cemetery with nothing on, under the moon, in front of a seven-foot-six monster with a dick the size of her leg, and she lifted her chin.

"Well?" she said.

"Ask for it," said Luna.

"I beg your pardon?"

"You want it. So ask for it. Nicely."

Vivian's face went red again, all the way down her neck. She didn't ask.

"I hardly think I need to," she said. "You've already told me what you mean to do with it. You said it out loud, in front of him." She nodded up at Josh. "You were going to fuck me with it. You were going to rip my asshole wide open with it. Those were your words, darling." She turned around, slowly, and looked back at them over her pale shoulder. "Unless it was all talk."

Luna laughed. It burst out of her right beside his ear, loud and surprised.

"Oh, I like her," she said, to Josh, and he felt the whole suit go warm around him.

Then the inside of the suit changed around his dick.

He had felt it a few nights ago, and he knew what it was before it was finished. The snug black skin holding his own dick, up inside the suit where nobody could see it, went hot, and then wet, and closed in, and ridges came up along the inside of it, and it fitted itself to his dick from the base to the tip, every part at once. It was her pussy. She had made her pussy inside the suit again, around his dick, a long way above the one she was about to fuck Vivian with. She came while she made it, as she always does with a fresh one. The whole suit clamped on him, all of him at once, and Luna moaned right into his ear.

"Oh, I needed that," she breathed. "I've wanted that since the street."

That was what he felt. It was all he felt: her pussy, inside the suit, around his dick, hot and wet and brand new.

Then the Venom body sat down.

He didn't do it. Luna did it, with his legs, folding all that height down onto the flat top of a fake tomb, a long plywood box painted to look like stone, so that the dick stood straight up from the front of him, black and huge and as tall as Vivian's chest.

Vivian walked up to it. She turned around and backed up to it, between his knees. She reached behind her with one hand and held the head of the dick against her ass, and with the other hand she spread her cheeks, and she started to sit down on it.

Her asshole was small and tight, and the head of the dick was bigger than her fist. It should not have gone in. She pushed down on it anyway, slowly, breathing out through her teeth, and her asshole stretched around the head of the dick, wider, and then wider than that, far wider than any human ass could ever have opened. Then the whole fat head of the dick pushed into her ass at once, and she made a sound that had nothing grand about it at all.

Josh could see all of it from where he sat. He could see her ass healing as it stretched. Her asshole would stretch past anything it should have been able to take, and then it would take it, closing back in tight around the shaft, healed, as if it had always been that size. She sank down another few inches. Her ass stretched and healed, stretched and healed, and she sank down a little further every time.

And as she sank, the dick grew. Luna was making it bigger under her. Every inch Vivian took, the dick got a little thicker, so she never got to the bottom of it and never got used to it, and every time she thought she had the measure of it, the dick changed under her.

"Oh," said Vivian. "Oh, my."

She got halfway down and stopped, panting, with her hands braced on her own knees.

"Halfway?" said Luna, gleeful. "That's it? That's you taking every bit of it?"

"I am... pacing myself."

"You're stuck."

"I am not stuck!"

She pushed down, hard. Another long stretch of the dick went into her ass, and her back arched, and her head went back, and a noise came out of her that would have embarrassed a duchess.

Then Luna started to move his hips.

Josh didn't do it. His hips lifted up off the plywood tomb, slowly, pushing the dick up into Vivian's ass, and then sank back down, and lifted again. Inside the suit, her pussy moved with them. When the big dick went up into Vivian, Luna's pussy slid all the way down his own dick and squeezed. When the big dick came back down, Luna's pussy slid up him and eased off. He was being fucked from the inside by the same thing that was fucking her.

Then Luna lifted his hips and pulled the dick most of the way out of Vivian's ass, until only the head was still in her, and stopped.

Josh watched Vivian's ass close up around the head of the dick. Her asshole healed shut around it, tight and small, as if nothing had ever been in there at all. Then Luna pushed back in, and stretched it wide open all over again.

Vivian screamed.

"Luna," said Josh. "Luna, stop. That's too much. You're hurting her."

Vivian answered before Luna could. She didn't use any words. She let out a long, shaking moan that went up and up at the end, and pushed herself back down onto the dick, hard, all on her own, and moaned again.

Luna turned her head on his shoulder and looked at him. She didn't say anything. Her face said it for her: there's your answer.

Then something changed in her face. He watched it happen. She had worked something out, and whatever it was, it was very funny. Her mouth twitched. Then she was giggling, right beside his ear, and trying to stop, and not managing it.

"What?" said Josh.

"Nothing." She giggled again. "Baby. You've never seen this before, have you?"

"Seen what?"

"Rough." She pressed her face into the side of the Venom head to muffle it, and it didn't muffle anything. "Josh. This is me being gentle."

Then she turned back to Vivian.

"Oh, that's good," she said. "Look at that. Every time you go back in, it's the first time again. That's my trick, you know. You stole my trick."

Every stroke after that was the first stroke. Luna pulled out and Vivian's ass healed tight, and Luna pushed in and opened it up again, over and over, and every time it went in, Vivian made the same noise as the first time, a little louder.

None of it reached Josh. He could see all of it: her pale back in front of him, her red hair coming down, the black dick going into her ass and her ass closing up behind it. What he felt was Luna. Her pussy inside the suit worked his dick in time with every stroke, squeezing him every time the big dick went into Vivian.

"Don't watch her," whispered Luna, in his ear. "Watch me. I'm the one fucking you."

He watched Luna. Her head was right there on his shoulder, and her mouth was open, and she was smiling, with her eyes half shut. Then she opened them all the way and looked straight at him, and her pupils were gone. In the brown of each eye, where the black should have been, there was a heart, pink and solid, from the two round lobes at the top down to the point at the bottom.

Every stroke was a brand-new hole for the head of Luna's dick, and Josh could feel it building in her. It built stroke after stroke, a little more each time Vivian's ass healed shut and Luna opened it again, and then it went, all at once.

It started at his feet. The suit clamped around his ankles, and then his calves, and then his thighs, a wave of it coming up his body from the bottom and squeezing every inch of him in turn. When it reached his hips, her pussy clamped down on his dick and rippled, from the base to the tip, again and again, and held on. Her head went rigid on his shoulder. Her eyes shut. A long low sound came out of her, right against his ear, and it went on and on, and there was nothing flat in it at all. In front of them the big dick jerked inside Vivian's ass, and Vivian felt it, and gasped.

Then Luna let her breath out, slowly, and laughed, and couldn't stop laughing.

"Oh, I love your ass," she said, when she could talk. "Vivian. I love your ass."

Then Luna stood up.

She stood up with all of his height at once, and Vivian came up with her, still on the dick, her feet leaving the grass. Vivian shrieked and grabbed at the air. Then Luna bent her over a foam headstone.

The headstone said HERE LIES SOMEBODY'S EX, and it was made of foam, and when Vivian came down over it with a seven-foot-six monster behind her, it squashed flat. She ended up bent double over a squashed foam headstone with her ass in the air, and the dick went straight back into her ass.

Two more arms came out of the suit. Josh felt them come, bone sliding out under his shoulder blades and muscle pulling tight across his back, and then they were out of him, black and long, reaching past him. One of them took both of Vivian's wrists and pinned them behind her back. The other one took a fistful of her red hair and pulled her head up, and the last of the twist came down. Josh's own two hands were on her hips. Luna had put them there. He hadn't decided to do that either.

Then one of the big black hands came down on her ass.

It was a hand the size of her whole ass, and it covered both cheeks at once, and the slap went off across the fake cemetery like a door slamming. Vivian's ass went bright red all over. Then the red faded, as fast as it had come, back to pale. She was already healing.

"Again," said Vivian. It came out of her before she could stop it.

Luna did it again.

After that, Vivian's voice started to slip.

It went a little at a time. "Oh, good heavens," she said, and then, "Oh, goodness," and then, a few strokes later, "Oh, fuck." Then, "Oh, fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck, fuck, you fucking... fucking..." Her accent went with it. The duchess was gone. What was left sounded like a girl from a bus stop, a long time ago, before anybody had turned her into anything, and she was swearing at a monster in a fake cemetery as loudly as she could.

"There she is," said Luna, and laughed out loud. "Hello, Vivian."

Josh could see the dick through her stomach. Vivian was so small, and the dick was so big, that when Luna pushed it all the way into her ass, the shape of it pushed out the front of her stomach, a long hard bulge under her pale skin from her hip to her navel, moving with every stroke. He couldn't stop looking at it.

"Is she okay?" he whispered. "Luna, is she okay?"

Vivian answered before Luna could.

"Don't you dare stop!" she screamed, into the squashed headstone. "Don't you dare! If you stop I will kill you both!"

"She's okay," said Luna.

Then Vivian came.

It went through her whole body. Her back arched against the hand in her hair, her pinned hands made fists, her ass clamped down around the dick so tight that Josh felt Luna's pussy clamp down on his own dick in answer. Her pussy, empty, clenched on nothing, again and again, and dripped onto the foam.

"That's one, Vivian," Luna sang out.

"I did not," gasped Vivian.

"You did."

"A lady doesn't."

"Then a lady didn't," said Luna, "and you did. That's one."

Vivian reached back for Josh.

She couldn't reach far with her wrists pinned, so she twisted, and got one hand free, and reached back over her shoulder for him, for his face, for his chest, for anything. Her hand landed on black skin. She tried again, higher, and her hand found the Venom jaw. She tried for his arm and got Luna again.

"Let me touch him," she panted. "Just let me..."

"Nope," said Luna.

"Darling," said Vivian, twisting round to look up at Josh's eyes in the middle of all that black. "Darling, listen to me. You could have this every night. You could have this every night of your..."

"He does," said Luna, and pushed the dick all the way into her again, and Vivian stopped talking.

Then Luna pulled out of her ass, and went straight into her pussy without stopping.

Vivian's pussy stretched around the dick just as her ass had, far wider than it could, and healed tight around it as it went, and the dick slid all the way into her pussy in one long push. Vivian screamed into the foam.

"And that's two," said Luna, a few strokes later, as Vivian's whole body shook.

"It is not."

"Two. Count along, Vivian, it's more fun."

Then the dick started to change inside her.

Josh felt it start. Ridges came up along the dick, inside Vivian, one after another from the base to the head, each one rising out of the black skin while it was still inside her pussy. Then the base of the dick started to get thicker, wider and wider right where it went into her.

"What is it doing?" Vivian gasped. "What is it doing? It's moving. It's... oh, it's moving..."

"She likes the ridges," said Luna. "That's three."

Luna carried her to the crypt.

She picked Vivian up off the headstone with the dick still in her pussy, two black hands under her thighs, and walked her across the fake cemetery to the plywood crypt and put her back against the wall of it, and fucked her against it. The crypt creaked. It creaked on every stroke, louder and louder, and the painted door started to crack down the middle, and a whole sheet of painted stone came loose at the corner and flapped.

"Four," said Luna, over the creaking. "Mind the crypt."

Then something happened to Vivian.

Her ears went first. They pushed up out of her red hair, long and pointed, thin and dark and veined, much too big for her head, and turned toward Luna by themselves. Then, out of her back, where the crypt wall was, two little wings came out. They were black and leathery, with thin bones in them, and they were small, barely wider than her shoulders. A tail came after them, from the base of her spine, thin and black and quick, and wrapped itself around one of Josh's arms.

She had lost her grip on herself completely, and the bat had come out of her.

She looked at Luna, panting, with her hair everywhere and her ears up and her new wings pressed against the crypt.

"Come up here, then," she said.

Then she pulled herself up off the dick and flew.

Her wings were much too small for it. Josh could see that they were much too small. There was no way wings that size were lifting anybody. She went up anyway, off the dick and out of the black hands, light as smoke, beating her little wings once or twice for show. She didn't go far. She hung there just off the ground, with her toes dangling a little above the flattened headstones, naked, at about the height of Josh's chest, laughing at them.

Luna's head looked at her from Josh's shoulder.

"Show-off," said Luna.

Then the suit began to change.

Josh felt all of it. The Venom skull came apart around his head in plates and stretched, grinding, up and out, longer and taller, with his own head sitting small in the middle of it. Two ears came up out of the top of it, and he felt them push up through the suit over his scalp, bending and unfolding as they rose, until they stood up huge and pointed, taller than his arm. The big white eyes shrank down around his own eyes and went dark. The grin pushed forward in front of his face into a snout full of teeth, with a new jaw sliding out over his jaw. Then the glossy black prickled all over his body, every inch of it at once, and went soft, short and velvety, like fur. And out of his back, past the two extra arms, came the wings.

They were nothing like Vivian's wings. They came out of his shoulder blades and kept on coming, and the muscle to work them came too, thick bands of it spreading across his back and his shoulders and down his sides and taking hold of him. The bones in the wings grew longer and longer, out across the fake cemetery, and the black skin stretched between them, until each wing was longer than a car, until the tips of them were touching the fence on one side and the crypt on the other. She needed every bit of that. Vivian could float on a pair of wings the size of dinner napkins and nobody knew how. Luna had to lift a seven-foot-six monster with a whole man inside it, so she had to build wings that could actually do it, one bone at a time.

"Luna," said Josh. "Luna, what are you..."

The wings came down, and the whole of his back pulled with them.

The wind from them flattened every foam headstone in the cemetery except one, the one with Vivian's umbrella hanging on it. The plastic skeleton fell over. Vivian's folded clothes went blowing across the grass. Then the wings came down again, and the ground went away from under him, not very far, and Josh was flying.

"Luna," he said, very calmly. "We're flying."

"Barely."

"Why are we flying?"

"Because she is," said Luna.

* * *

Vivian didn't fly away. She hung there in the air just off the ground, laughing, with her little wings going, and let them come to her. Luna's big black hands closed around her waist, and the dick went back into her pussy right there in the air, and Vivian's laugh turned into a moan halfway through.

Then Luna's wings closed around her.

They folded in around both of them, around Vivian's back and over her shoulders, and wrapped her up against the front of the suit like a cloak, so that the only thing outside them was Vivian's head, with her red hair and her big pointed ears. Inside the wings it was dark and warm. Josh could feel Vivian against the front of the suit, every part of her pressed against the black. None of that was his. What he felt was Luna's pussy around his dick, and the steady beat of the wings, holding all of them up just off the grass.

They fucked like that in the air. Luna beat the wings slowly to stay up, and on every beat she pushed the dick up into Vivian, and Vivian's head went back and her ears went flat, and she came, her pussy clamping down on the dick.

"Five," said Luna into her red hair, and laughed. "Up in the air, Vivian. That's a new one, isn't it?"

Then Luna let go of her, and caught her by the ankles.

She did it in one movement. The wings opened, and Vivian dropped out of them, and before she had fallen any distance at all the black hands had her ankles. Luna held her upside down by her ankles in the air, hanging like a bat, with her little wings flapping and her red hair hanging down until it brushed the fake grass, and her face right in front of the dick.

"You've got the ears for it now," said Luna. "Hang there."

Vivian hung there. She was laughing again, upside down. Then she took the head of the dick into her mouth, upside down, off the ground, with her fangs very carefully out of the way.

"Teeth," said Luna.

"Mm-hm," said Vivian, with her mouth full.

She sucked it like that for a while, swinging gently from her ankles, while the wings beat over them and the moon hung over the roofs and the music thumped away inside the warehouse next door.

Then Luna turned her the right way up and pulled her back in, and wrapped the wings around her again, and put the dick back in her pussy.

Vivian bit her.

She did it without thinking, with her arms around the bat monster's neck and her face buried in it, and her teeth went in right where they had gone in before, under Josh's jaw, into Luna. Josh braced for her to spit it out again. She didn't. Vivian made the long low shocked sound she had made the first time, and her whole body went soft against the suit.

Luna had changed her blood back.

"There you go," said Luna, very low. "Have a treat."

Vivian drank. She drank with the dick in her pussy and the wings around her and her ears gone flat with pleasure, and blood ran out of the corner of her mouth, Luna's blood, and ran down the black fur of the suit, and dripped off it onto the flattened foam headstones underneath them.

Then Luna moved the dick.

She pulled it out of Vivian's pussy and pushed it back into her ass, and as it went in, she made it bigger. She made it bigger than it had been all night, and then bigger again, faster than Vivian could heal around it. Josh felt the difference through the whole suit. Before, every stroke had stretched Vivian's ass open and her ass had closed tight again behind it. Now it couldn't keep up.

"I told you," Luna said, into the red hair. "I told you I was going to rip it."

"Yes," gasped Vivian, against her neck. "Yes. Do it. Do it."

Josh was close.

He had been close since the rave. He had been close since the first hand on the street, a whole night of hands ago, and Luna had kept him there the whole night without once letting him go over, and now her pussy inside the suit was working his dick in time with the dick in Vivian's ass, faster, tighter, and she wasn't stopping.

"Luna," he said.

"I know, baby," she whispered. "Me too. All of us."

Then all three of them went over at once.

Josh came first. It had been building all night, and it came up out of his balls all at once, hard, a long hard pull right along his dick, and then he was coming into Luna's pussy inside the suit, pulse after pulse, every pulse squeezed out of him by her pussy and kept there. It went on for a long time. It had a whole night of build in it. His whole body jerked inside the suit, and the suit held him through every jerk, and he heard himself making a sound in the air over a fake cemetery that he hoped the music was covering.

Luna came with him. She came all through the suit at once, every inch of it clamping around him and her pussy clamping down hard on his dick, the wings jerking and the whole bat monster dipping in the air before she caught it again. And she came in Vivian. Josh felt the big dick in front of him pulse and keep pulsing, pumping into Vivian's ass, a lot, much more than any dick should have had in it, Luna's own come, none of it his. His was in Luna, every drop, where it was going to stay. Neither of them could get anybody pregnant, so neither of them cared.

And Vivian came with both of them. She let go of Luna's neck and threw her head back inside the cloak of wings, with blood all over her mouth, and screamed up at the moon. Her ass clamped down on the dick, hard, and her empty pussy clenched on nothing over and over, and her little wings went rigid, and her tail went tight around his arm.

"Six," gasped Luna. "Six, Vivian."

Vivian didn't argue.

* * *

They didn't have far to come down. Luna folded the wings and dropped the last little way onto the fake grass, among the flattened headstones. She lifted Vivian off the dick and put her down, and Vivian lay there on her back with her arms out and her legs out, naked, with her little wings crumpled under her and her red hair all over the plastic grass.

She was finished. Her ass was torn wide open, far past anything that could close on its own, and it was already closing, slowly, healing itself shut while Josh watched. Her pussy was slick with Luna's come. Her mouth was red with Luna's blood. Her ears were still up.

"Look at that," said Luna.

She sounded prouder than Josh had ever heard her. Her head was up on his shoulder, looking down at Vivian's ass with her eyes half shut, and she looked like she wanted to frame it.

"I said I'd rip it," said Luna, "and I ripped it."

Vivian started to laugh. She lay on her back in the fake cemetery and laughed and laughed, up at the moon, with her tail curling and uncurling beside her.

"Oh, my," she said, in her duchess voice, which had come back from wherever it had gone. "Oh, my goodness. Oh, fuck."

"Still standing?" said Luna.

"Shut up," said Vivian, laughing.

Josh looked down at her. His knees were shaking inside the suit. He was soaked in sweat, and his dick was still in Luna's pussy.

"She liked that," he said.

He wasn't asking. He had watched her like it. He had watched her get bent over a headstone and spanked and fucked open in the air, and scream for more every single time, and he had watched her mean every word.

"Lots of people do," said Luna. "Some people want it to hurt. A little, or a lot. Plenty of people don't. It isn't an act, and nobody's making them do it. It's just what does it for them, the same as boobs do it for you." Her head tilted on his shoulder. "She told you so herself. She dared me to do it. And both times you checked on her, she answered you. The second time, she said she'd kill us both if we stopped."

"I didn't know that," said Josh.

"And she's a vampire," said Luna. "Everybody knows about vampires. Every one of them likes it rough. Ask anybody."

He hadn't known that either. He had drawn six years of girls getting fucked, sixteen hundred pages of them, and he had never once drawn one who wanted it to hurt, because it had never once occurred to him that one might. Now it had occurred to him, all of it at once, in a fake cemetery, from very close up. He had a lot of new opinions about it, and he was going to need some time with them, probably at three in the morning.

"And shapeshifters are sluts," said Vivian, from the grass. "Everybody knows that too."

"And?" said Luna. She has never had any shame about anything, and she wasn't about to start in a fake cemetery. "I've been in this one for a while."

Then something hit the chain-link fence.

It hit hard, and the whole fence rang, and all three of them looked up. Luna's head dropped back down into his shoulder, fast, the bones of her neck folding away into him in a quick run of clicks, and was gone. A girl was crouched on top of the fence post by the gate.

She glowed. Josh saw that first. Then he saw her clothes. Her jacket had one sleeve torn off at the shoulder. Her jeans were ripped open at both knees, and her t-shirt was stretched out of shape at the neck and smeared with dirt, as if she had just walked out of a fight with a whole gang and won. She was looking at Vivian's bloody mouth, and at the blood dripped across the flattened headstones, and at the bat monster standing over a naked vampire in a fake cemetery with a dick the size of a leg still sticking out of it.

"Werewolf," Luna whispered, from inside the bat head.

"How can you tell?"

"I can tell." Her voice stayed down at a whisper, right by his ear. "You know what they say about werewolves."

"No?"

"Breeding kink. Every one of them. They find a man they like, and they want his babies."

"No," Josh whispered back, as fast as he could. "No. Absolutely not."

"I didn't say..."

"I don't want kids. I don't want kids with a girl I met on a fence. I don't know her name. I don't know her last name. I can't keep a t-shirt alive, Luna. I can't afford a kid. I can barely afford boxers, and somebody ripped my last good pair. I'm not having a werewolf baby. I'm not having any baby. I'm not..."

"Baby," said Luna. "Relax."

"I'm relaxed."

"You're not relaxed. You're shaking my whole suit." Her mouth came right up against his ear, warm. "None of yours is ever leaving my body. Every drop stays in me. Tonight, and every night."

He let out a breath.

On top of the fence post, the girl lifted her face and sniffed the air.

"Who's bleeding?" she said.

She had short brown hair sticking up on one side, a scrape across one cheekbone, and the knuckles of both hands skinned raw. Behind her, past the back fence of the lot, the woods started. She had come out of the trees.

"That's my woods," she said, before anybody had asked. She jerked her chin at the trees behind her. "I live right there. I smelled blood."

Then she started to laugh.

"Two bloodsuckers," she said. "Two bloodsuckers, fucking in a fake graveyard, on Halloween." She laughed so hard she nearly fell off the fence post and had to grab it. "That's the best thing I've seen all year."

She hadn't looked properly. Josh could tell. She had seen a bat and a vampire and a great deal of blood, and she had gone straight to the answer without checking anything along the way. She did not look like a girl who checked things.

A second head came up out of the bat monster's shoulder.

Josh felt it come, the weight of it pressing down on his shoulder and then the small bones of its neck stacking up out of him, one on top of the next. It came up pale, on a long neck, with long black hair spilling down the black fur of the suit, and a woman's face on the front of it, which looked up at the girl on the fence with one eyebrow raised.

"Shapeshifter," said Luna. "There's only one bloodsucker here, and she's on the grass."

The girl stopped laughing.

She looked at Luna's head. Then she looked at the big bat head beside it, with Josh's own eyes looking out from the middle of it, and then back at Luna's head. Josh could see her trying to make it add up, and he could see that it wasn't adding up.

"Hi," said Josh, out of the bat head.

The girl's eyes went to the bat head.

"Should I say something else?" Josh whispered.

"You just did," said Luna, out loud.

The girl looked from one head to the other, and back again. One head had told her what it was. The other had said hi. Now they were talking to each other, in two different voices, out of the same monster.

"Hey," she said, to Vivian on the grass. "Leech. What's going on with that thing? Why's it got two heads talking to each other?"

Vivian didn't get up. She lifted one hand off the fake grass and let it fall again.

"Two people, darling," she said. Her voice was wrecked and grand at the same time. "The shapeshifter is the suit. There's a man inside it." She let her head roll back onto the grass and looked at the moon. "A human."

"A human," said the girl.

She dropped down off the fence post and landed on the grass, and walked over through the flattened headstones until she was standing right in front of him, looking up at Josh's eyes in the middle of the bat's face. She looked at them for a long time.

"A human," she said again. "With one of them wrapped all around him."

"Every inch of him," said Luna.

"Your lot don't stay with anybody," said the girl, to Luna's head. "Everybody knows that. You're with somebody for a night, and then you're gone." She looked back at Josh. "So he's something. He has to be something."

Then a second thought arrived. Josh watched it arrive. It went across her face like a car going past a window.

"And he's human," she said slowly. "Human means he can knock me up."

"Oh no," whispered Josh.

"Right," said the girl. She put her hands on her hips. "You. Human. Out."

"I'm sorry?"

"Get out of there. I want your babies."

"No," said Luna.

"I'm not talking to you."

"He's not coming out."

"Then I'll come in." The girl looked up at him. "I'm Ronnie. You're having my babies. Well, I'm having yours. Same thing."

It was not much of a seduction. It was more of a list of demands. She said all of it in the same flat, practical voice, as if she was telling him where she'd parked, and she clearly didn't care what words she used as long as he understood them. He understood them.

"Luna," he whispered. "Luna."

"Relax," Luna whispered back, inside the bat head, and she was trying not to laugh. "None of yours is leaving me. Not one drop."

Ronnie started to climb him.

She went up the bat monster as if it was a tree she climbed every day. One boot went on his thigh and one hand went into the fur of his chest, and every grab of her hand was a hand on his dick, and she pulled herself up until she was clinging to the front of him with her face right in front of his, close enough that he could smell the woods on her, and the fight. She looked straight into his eyes, in the middle of the bat.

"Come out," she said.

Then she looked down.

The dick was right there between them, sticking out of the front of the bat monster below her, black and furred and huge. She looked at it for a long time. She looked at the head of it, and at how far it went, and at how thick it got toward the base.

"Huh," she said. "Not like this."

She dropped back down onto the grass.

"Not in this shape, anyway," said Ronnie, and changed.

* * *

She didn't need the moon to do it. She didn't look at it once. She just stood in the middle of the fake cemetery, shut her eyes, and let go.

The first sound was her back. It went pop, pop, pop, all the way up her spine, and she bent forward over her own knees as her back got longer. Her shoulders went out wide. The one sleeve she had left on her jacket tore away at the shoulder seam and fell off her arm. Her boobs were growing with the rest of her, pushing the front of her t-shirt out rounder and heavier by the second, and the t-shirt stretched across her back until it split down the middle, and then split again across the shoulders, and fell off her in two pieces. Her jeans went at the seams on both sides of both legs, with a long ripping sound, as her thighs got thicker and her legs got longer. She stepped out of what was left of her boots. Her feet had gotten too long for them.

Then the fur came. It came up gray-brown over her shoulders and down her back and along her arms, thick and rough, and lighter down her front, almost pale over her stomach. Her hands stretched and her nails went long and black and curved into claws. A tail came out at the base of her spine, thick and bushy, and swung once behind her.

Her face went last. It pushed forward. Her nose and mouth drew out together into a long wolf's muzzle, with a black nose on the end of it and a lot of teeth, and her ears went up to the top of her head and came to points. Her eyes stayed her own, yellow-brown, and looked at him out of the wolf's face.

She stood up.

She was on two legs, and she was taller now, much taller than Vivian. She still didn't come up as high as the suit. She was a wolf from the neck up and furred all over, and from the neck down she was built like a woman. Her boobs were a woman's boobs, and they had grown with the rest of her. They were bigger than they had been when she climbed down off the fence, fuller and heavier, with the fur going short and fine over them. Between her legs, where the fur on the inside of her thighs went short and pale, her pussy was a woman's pussy, and it was wet.

"Better," said Ronnie. Her voice came out lower, rough at the edges, from somewhere down in the wolf's chest. "Now I can take you."

She looked up at Josh's eyes, in the middle of the bat's face, and then down at the dick, and she licked her teeth. She thought it was his. Josh could see that she thought it was his.

"Let her think it," Luna whispered.

* * *

Ronnie shoved them.

She put both clawed hands on the furry chest of the bat monster and shoved, hard, and Luna let her. The bat monster went back two steps and sat down on the flat top of the fake tomb, the long plywood box painted to look like stone, and the dick stood straight up from the front of it. Ronnie was on top of them before Josh had finished sitting. She climbed straight up onto the tomb and straddled his lap with one big furred knee on either side of him, and took hold of the dick with one hand, and looked over her shoulder at Vivian on the grass.

"Vampire only took half," said Ronnie. "Watch."

She sat down on it.

She took all of it, in one go. She put the head of the dick against her pussy and sank, and her pussy opened around it and took it, and kept taking it, all the way down, until she was sitting on the bat monster's lap with every bit of the dick inside her pussy and her furred thighs pressed against the front of the suit. She let out a long, rough breath through her teeth and her ears went flat against her head.

"There," she said. "Like that."

Luna came.

She came the second Ronnie bottomed out on her, and she didn't bother to hide it. Josh felt it go through the whole suit at once, every inch of it clamping around him, and her pussy on his own dick squeezed down hard and rippled, and up on his shoulder her head let out a long, pleased sound into the cold air.

"Oh, that's nice," said Luna. "Oh, that's really nice. You're so warm."

Then Ronnie started to ride.

She rode him hard, straight away, with no warming up at all. She came up off the dick until only the head was still in her pussy and dropped back down onto it, over and over, fast, so that the plywood tomb creaked under them. Her claws were in the fur on his shoulders. Her muzzle was right in front of his face. Every time she came down, the whole weight of her came down on the dick, and the dick went all the way into her pussy, and she grunted.

None of it reached Josh. Everything he felt was Luna. Luna's pussy was still around his own dick, inside the suit, and it worked him in time with Ronnie riding the big dick on the outside, squeezing down on him every time Ronnie came down, easing off every time she came up. It was Luna fucking him, and Luna fucking her, at the same time, with the same rhythm.

"Fill me up," said Ronnie, between strokes.

"Luna," whispered Josh.

"None of it," whispered Luna, and he could hear her grinning.

"Come on, give it to me." Ronnie came down hard. "Give me all of it."

"Luna."

"None of it, baby." She was laughing now, without making a sound. He could feel the whole suit shaking with it.

"I'm keeping every drop." Ronnie bared her teeth at him, which was how she smiled. "Every drop, you hear me? It's all going in me and it's all staying there."

"Luna..."

"He loves that," said Luna, out loud.

"I do not!"

"He loves it," Luna told Ronnie, delighted. "Keep talking."

Ronnie didn't need telling twice. She put her muzzle down into his neck, where his shoulder met the bat monster's chest, and Josh felt her teeth. She bit down hard and held on. She was marking him. Her teeth went in through the fur and into the skin of the suit and landed on Luna, and every bit of the bite went straight through to his dick.

"That's me, wolfie," said Luna. "You bit me. He's in here."

Ronnie let go and spat out a mouthful of black fur. She didn't stop riding.

Her fur was everywhere. It was in the air between them every time she moved, and some of it went straight into the holes Luna had left in the suit for him, up his nostrils and into the corners of his eyes. He tried to hold it. He couldn't. He sneezed, enormously, in the middle of the bat head, and the whole suit jerked with it, and the dick jerked inside Ronnie's pussy.

Ronnie went still. Her ears came up.

"Do that again," she said.

"I can't do it on purpose!"

She bit the air beside his face in frustration and went back to riding.

Then her claws went into the headstones. She leaned back on one hand and grabbed the nearest foam headstone for something to push against, and her claws went straight through it, and when she pulled her hand back the headstone came apart in pieces. She grabbed another one and shredded that too. Foam was flying. Bits of gray foam were coming down all around them like snow.

Over by the crypt, Vivian had opened her umbrella.

She had gotten herself up onto the one foam headstone that was still standing and sat down on top of it, naked, with her legs crossed and her red hair hanging down her back, and she was holding her open umbrella over her head to keep the pieces of foam off her. The healing had cost her. Everything Luna had done to her had to be put right again, all of it, and Josh could see that putting it right had taken more out of her than she was letting show. She needed a while before she could do anything else at all. So she sat there and got her strength back, and watched.

"Darling," Vivian called. "You're bouncing."

"Shut up, leech."

"A lady doesn't bounce. A lady sinks."

"I'm not a lady," said Ronnie, coming down hard enough to make the tomb crack. "I'm busy."

Vivian watched her with her head on one side. Then she put her free hand down between her own thighs, under the umbrella, and started touching herself, slowly, while she watched.

* * *

Then Luna started changing the dick inside her.

Josh felt it start, through the whole suit. Ronnie was halfway down onto it when a ridge came up along the dick, inside her, a hard round ring standing up out of the black skin. Then another one, further down. Then a whole row of them, one after another from the base of the dick to the head, every one of them rising up out of the dick while it was still inside her pussy, so that every time Ronnie came down onto it, her pussy went over every ridge, one at a time.

Ronnie's ears went flat. She said something that wasn't a word.

Then the ridges went, and bumps came up instead. They were small and hard and set all over the dick, dozens of them, and then they started to move. They rolled up the length of the dick, inside her, in a slow wave from the base to the head, and then another wave after it, so that even when Ronnie held still, the inside of her pussy was being worked from the bottom up.

"What..." said Ronnie.

The head of the dick changed next. Josh felt it go wide, deep inside her, flaring out at the tip like the bell of a trumpet. Then a second head pushed out of the side of the dick just below the first one, round and fat, and pushed deeper.

And the whole dick grew. It grew inside her, longer and thicker, until Josh could see it through her. The shape of it pushed out the front of her stomach, under the pale fur, a long thick bulge that ran up from between her legs almost to her ribs and moved every time anything moved.

Ronnie stopped riding.

She sat there on the bat monster's lap with the dick all the way inside her and her stomach pushed out with it, panting, and stared down at herself. Then she looked up at Josh's eyes.

"A human's dick doesn't do that," she said.

"Mine does," said Luna.

Ronnie's head turned, slowly, to Luna's head on the bat monster's shoulder. Josh watched her get there. It took a while, and he watched every step of it go across her face.

"That's not him," said Ronnie. "That's not him at all. That's you."

"Took you long enough," said Luna, beaming.

"That's YOUR dick."

"All mine."

"Then it's useless!" Ronnie's voice cracked up into something close to a howl. "Your come's useless! You could fill me up all night and nothing would ever come of it!"

"I know," said Luna. "Isn't it great? I can fuck anybody I like, as much as I like, and nothing ever comes of it." She said it as if it was the best news in the world.

Ronnie's whole face went furious. Her lips came back off every tooth in the wolf's muzzle at once, and her hackles came up all along her back, and she took a breath to tell Luna exactly what she thought of that.

Then she came instead.

Luna had picked her moment. Every bump on the dick rolled up the length of it at once, and the second head pushed deep, and Ronnie's whole body locked. Her pussy clamped down on the dick so hard that Luna gasped out loud, and her claws went into the fur on his shoulders, and her head went back, and she howled. It was a real howl, long and high and loud, straight up at the moon, and somewhere off in the woods behind the fence, something howled back.

She was furious the whole way through it. She came, and came, and swore at Luna in between, and her pussy kept squeezing the dick she was furious with, and she didn't stop either.

"That's one, Ronnie," said Luna, with enormous satisfaction. "And on the dick you're mad at."

* * *

"Oh, dear," said Vivian, from under her umbrella. "Not what you were promised, is it, darling?"

Ronnie climbed off the dick. It took her a moment, and she was swaying, and she was still swearing. She got down off the tomb and stood in the wreck of the foam headstones, panting, with her fur standing up all along her back.

"You," she said to Luna. "You..."

"Yup, me," said Luna.

"You let me think it was his!"

"You thought it was his. I didn't say anything."

"You said he loved it!"

"He does love it," said Luna. "He just doesn't love it from you."

Ronnie snarled.

"You know what you are?" Luna went on. She was enjoying this. Her head was up on the bat monster's shoulder, looking down her nose at Ronnie, and she took her time over every word. "You're a bad shapeshifter. That's all a werewolf is. One shape. You've got one other shape, and that's it, and half of you can't even get into it without the moon holding your hand."

"I can change whenever I want!"

"You can do a wolf. Well done." Luna's head tilted. "Do you want a sticker?"

"We've got history!" Ronnie's hackles went all the way up. "We were running these woods before anybody put a house next to them. We've got packs. We've got traditions older than this whole city. Every one of us knows who our grandmother's grandmother was, and what she hunted, and where she's buried. What have you got?"

"Don't care," said Luna.

She said it in the flat voice, and she meant every word of it.

Ronnie's lip came back off her teeth. She looked up at Luna's head for a long moment, thinking, and Josh saw the moment she found it.

"Yeah?" said Ronnie. "Werewolves are more popular."

Luna didn't answer.

"Everybody loves werewolves," said Ronnie. "Movies. Books. Kids dress up as us. Go in there and ask anybody on that dance floor to name you a werewolf movie. Then ask them to name you a shapeshifter one."

Josh, who had spent six years drawing shapeshifters for two thousand people, kept very quiet. He had seen how many people drew werewolves.

And it landed. He felt it land. The suit went tight around him all at once, everywhere, and stayed tight, and up on his shoulder Luna's face had gone completely still. For once in her life, she had nothing to say. Ronnie saw it, and grinned with every tooth in her muzzle.

Then Luna's head tilted, very slowly.

"Watch me do yours," she said.

The suit began to change.

Josh felt it go, and it did not go gently. The wings went first. Their long bones folded down along his back, cracking as they went, tighter and tighter, and the great bands of muscle that had worked them let go of his shoulders and dragged away down his back, and the whole lot sank into the fur between his shoulder blades until it was gone. The bat's snout pulled forward around his face and grew longer, grinding, into a wolf's long muzzle, black, with his own mouth somewhere back inside it among the teeth. The bat's huge ears folded down and drew in and came to points on top of his head. Then the short velvet fur of the bat crawled. It thickened up all over him, every inch of it at once, into a wolf's coat, long and heavy and black, standing up along his back. Claws slid out past his fingers. A tail pushed out behind him, thick and black, a knob of bone at a time, and swept the foam off the grass. All of it stayed on two legs, as big as it had been, a black werewolf with Luna's pale head still sitting on its shoulder.

It was a better werewolf than Ronnie. Josh could see that, and so could Ronnie. It was bigger, and blacker, and every bit of it was exactly right.

"Luna," said Josh. "What are we now?"

"Better than her," said Luna. "Bigger. Blacker. More popular."

Ronnie went for them.

She didn't need a minute. She didn't need anything. She crossed the fake cemetery in two strides and hit the black werewolf in the chest with both hands, and every inch of that hit landed on Josh's dick, and he made a noise. She shoved. Luna didn't move.

So Luna got bigger.

The suit grew. It grew around Josh, up and out, past seven foot six and on past that, and he could feel it happening on every side of him at once: bones lengthening all around his, the monster's knees and elbows grinding away from his own knees and elbows, and new muscle piling up over all of it, heavy and hot. The black werewolf got taller, and heavier, and wider across the shoulders, and Josh stayed exactly the same size inside it. His own arms ended somewhere around the monster's elbows now. His own feet stood on her somewhere around its knees. Everything past his own hands and his own feet was Luna, built out around him, and Luna was working all of it. He was a man inside a monster inside a fake cemetery, and the ground was very far away again.

Ronnie had to look up at them. She had to look a long way up.

She looked at the black werewolf, and at how big it had gotten. Then she looked up past it, at the sky.

The moon was still there over the roofs, big and white and a little lopsided. Ronnie looked at it. For one second her face changed, and Josh saw something on it he had not seen on her all night. She looked like somebody asking for something.

"Come on," she said, to the moon. Very quietly. "Come on. Please."

She meant it. She needed it. She was not going to stay in this without it, and she knew that, and for one second she didn't care who saw her ask.

Then the moonlight took her.

Josh saw it happen. It went into her all at once, as if she had opened a door and let it in. Her fur stood up. Her back cracked again, all the way up, louder than before, and she grew. She got taller and heavier, her shoulders went out wider, her fur went thicker and longer and shaggier, until she was as big as the black werewolf, looking it in the eye, with her yellow-brown eyes blazing and her teeth bared. Her boobs had grown right along with the rest of her, in proportion, bigger and heavier as she got bigger, and Josh noticed, because Josh always notices boobs.

"Now," said Ronnie.

"Aw," said Luna. "Cute."

And Luna got bigger again.

* * *

After that, there wasn't much of the fake cemetery left.

Two werewolves taller than the crypt went at each other in the middle of it. The crypt went first. Ronnie put Luna into it, and the plywood wall folded in and the painted door came off in two pieces. The chain-link fence bent where Luna put Ronnie into it, and kept the bend. Every foam headstone in the lot was flat, or in pieces, or blowing away across the grass toward the woods, except the one Vivian was sitting on. Neither of them went anywhere near that one. The plastic skeleton was gone completely, and nobody knew where. And next door the rave thumped on, as loud as ever, and nobody in there had any idea, because it was Halloween, and even if somebody had looked over the fence, all they would have seen was two very, very good costumes.

Then Ronnie got the dick back into her pussy, and it stopped being a fight.

She did it herself. She grabbed Luna by the fur of the shoulders and pulled herself up the front of the black werewolf until she was face to face with it, and wrapped her legs around its waist, and sank down onto the dick. Luna caught her under the thighs with both huge hands and held her there. Then they were fucking, face to face, standing up in the wreck of the cemetery, two werewolves the height of a house, and it was rougher than anything Josh had ever imagined, and he has imagined a great deal.

Ronnie could take more now. She was bigger, so she took more. Luna gave her more. The dick grew inside her pussy every time Ronnie got used to it, and Ronnie got used to it every time and wanted more, and she said so, loudly, with her claws in the black fur and her muzzle in Luna's face.

"That all you've got?"

"Not even close," said Luna, grinning down at her.

"Then give me the rest!"

Luna gave her the rest.

Over on the last headstone standing, Vivian had closed her umbrella.

Josh caught sight of her from a long way up, through the wolf's eyes, every time the black werewolf turned. She had given up on her hand. She was holding the umbrella upside down by its closed end, with the curved handle down between her thighs, and she was pushing the handle into her pussy, slowly, with her mouth open and her eyes on the two werewolves in the middle of the lot.

"Leech," said Ronnie, between strokes. "Is that your umbrella?"

"Mind your own business, darling."

"You're fucking your umbrella."

"It's an heirloom," said Vivian, with enormous dignity, and pushed it in further.

Luna's head turned on the wolf's shoulder. "Whose?"

Vivian went red all the way down to her small boobs, and didn't answer, and didn't stop.

Inside all of it, Josh hung on. He was a long way inside her now, a man-sized space in the middle of a monster the height of a house, and every time the black werewolf heaved Ronnie up and brought her down again, he went with it. His own arms swung inside the monster's arms. His own feet lost the place they had been standing on and found her again somewhere else. It was dark in there, and hot, and there was fur against the holes she had left him, and the bass from the rave came through all of it. He couldn't feel Ronnie at all. He felt Luna. Her pussy was around his dick the whole time, working him in time with the dick in Ronnie, squeezing down every time Ronnie came down, and in the middle of all that size and noise, it was the only thing he could keep track of.

Something new happened at the base of the dick. Josh felt it through the whole suit. A thick round swelling came up at the base, right where the dick went into Ronnie's pussy, and pushed into her as she came down onto it, and then it kept swelling, bigger and bigger inside her, until it was much too big to pull back out past. Ronnie tried to lift off. She couldn't. The swelling held her pussy locked onto the base of the dick, and she was stuck there.

Ronnie's eyes went wide.

"Oh," she said. "Oh, you didn't."

"Oh, I did," said Luna, and laughed.

"I can't get off."

"Nope. That's the fun part."

Ronnie stopped trying. The swelling sat inside her pussy like a fist, and every time she moved, it moved her. She ground down onto it instead, and the whole length of the dick went deeper, and her stomach pushed out with the shape of it again under the pale fur. Luna held her there by the thighs and rocked her on it, slowly, which was worse. Ronnie's claws sank into the black fur of Luna's shoulders, her tail lashed, her whole body shook, and she howled at the moon again. Out in the woods, the something howled back again, and this time there were two of it.

"Two," said Luna, and laughed up at the trees. "Your friends are cheering for you."

Then Luna came with her.

The swelling was a new part, and new parts are always the most sensitive, and Ronnie was grinding on it with the whole weight of a werewolf the size of a house. Josh felt it coming up through the suit before Luna made a sound. The black werewolf went perfectly still. Every inch of the suit locked tight around him at once and stayed locked, for one long second, as if she was holding her breath with her whole body. Then it let go in pulses, one after another, and every pulse squeezed his dick in her pussy on its way through. Her head on his shoulder went back. Her mouth opened. She made a sound he had never heard out of her, low and long and rough, half of it a laugh, and it went on while the black werewolf shook all over and Ronnie, locked on, rode every bit of it and howled.

When it was over, Luna's head came forward again, very slowly. Her eyes were half shut, and she was smiling.

"That's two for me," she said, to Ronnie, and her voice had gone soft and rough at the edges. "Don't stop now."

Then three for Ronnie, not long after, and four. Ronnie's howls went ragged. Luna counted every one of them out loud, right in Ronnie's ear, and she was loving every second of it. "Three. Still no babies, Ronnie." And then, "Four. Oh, listen to you. Your whole woods can hear you."

Somewhere in the middle of it, Josh was going.

He hadn't meant to. He hadn't seen it coming. Luna's pussy had been on his dick inside the suit the whole time, working him in time with everything she was doing to Ronnie, and she had been doing a great deal to Ronnie. There had been so much of it, so fast, that he had stopped being able to tell where it was going. Then it was there. The weight came up behind his balls all at once, with no warning at all, and went straight past the point where he could have stopped it.

He came.

It was out of him before he knew it had started: three quick hard jerks of his dick, one on top of the other, into Luna's pussy inside the suit, and her pussy caught every one of them and kept it. His whole body jerked inside the suit. His own arms jerked inside the monster's arms, and his own legs kicked inside the monster's legs, and he made a sound inside the wolf's head that went on for a long time.

It caught Luna completely by surprise.

She had been watching Ronnie. She had been working the dick inside Ronnie and holding Ronnie up and keeping count, and she hadn't been watching him at all, and he came anyway, right in the middle of all of it, without warning her. Josh felt it hit her. Everything stopped. The rhythm she had kept all night went out from under her, all at once. Her pussy on his dick stopped dead, and then clamped down on him wrong, too hard, out of time with anything. The wolf's head went soft around his face, and for one second the big white Venom eyes came back around his own eyes, and then went away again. The swelling at the base of the dick let go of Ronnie, and caught her again. The whole black werewolf staggered one step sideways in the wreck of the cemetery, with Ronnie still on it, and nearly went over.

She can come whenever she likes and keep everything else going straight through it. She had, twice, with Ronnie on her, and neither time had cost her a step. What she hadn't counted on was him.

She had been fucking two people at once, one inside the suit and one on the outside, and keeping both of them going at once was too much. It was too much, even for her. He hadn't known there was any such thing as too much for her.

Luna's head was very quiet on his shoulder.

Then she put it all back. The rhythm came back. The wolf's head firmed up around his face, and the swelling locked Ronnie on again, and the black werewolf stood up straight, and all of it was exactly where it had been, as if nothing had happened. Nothing had happened. Josh knew better than to say that anything had.

"Well," said Luna, a little too loudly. "That was one for you, baby. Keep up."

Over on her headstone, Vivian had stopped.

She was sitting there with the umbrella handle still between her thighs, not moving at all, and she was looking at Luna. She had seen it. Josh was sure she had seen the werewolf stagger. She was smiling a very small smile.

She had her energy back. Josh could see that too. Her color was up, her little wings were standing out from her back, and her ears had come up into points again. She drew the umbrella out from between her thighs, slowly, and slid down off the headstone with it and stretched, rolling her shoulders, opening her little wings out as wide as they would go and folding them again, like somebody getting ready to go back in for another round.

Luna saw her do it. Her head turned on the wolf's shoulder, and Josh felt her make up her mind.

A second dick came out of the suit.

It came out of the front of the black werewolf just below the first one, black and thick and already huge, and it kept on coming, out and out across the wrecked cemetery, while Ronnie was still locked onto the first one and howling. Josh felt the weight of it pull at the front of the suit, a long way below him.

It was pointing at Vivian.

Vivian looked at the second dick, and her small smile got a lot bigger.

"You've had your rest," said Luna.

"I was beginning to think," said Vivian, "you'd never ask."

She hung the umbrella back on the headstone by its handle, and came over through the wreck.

* * *

Up close, the second dick was not the same as the first.

The first one, the one inside Ronnie, was thick and ridged, with the swelling at its base. This one was longer than the first, and smooth, and it hung heavy and swayed when it moved. The head of it was broad and flat across the top, flared out wide all the way round like a cap. Partway down the shaft, a thick ring stood out around it like a collar. It was a kind of dick Josh had seen before. He had just never seen one on a person.

"That one's yours," said Luna, delighted with herself. "I made it specially."

"How thoughtful," said Vivian.

Then Luna lay down.

She did it carefully, because there was a werewolf locked onto the front of her. The black werewolf sank down onto its knees in the wreck, and leaned back, slowly, with Ronnie still on it, until it was lying flat on its back across the fake grass and the broken headstones. Ronnie came down with it and ended up sitting astride its hips, with the first dick standing straight up inside her pussy. Josh went down with it too. His own back came down somewhere in the middle of Luna's back, and he was lying down, a long way inside a monster lying down, looking up at the sky through the wolf's eyes.

The second dick moved. It slid across the black fur of the werewolf's hips, under Ronnie's thigh, until it stood up right beside the first one. Now there were two of them, side by side.

Josh lifted his head as far as the wolf's head would let him. He could see down the length of the black werewolf's chest, past its belly, to its hips: Ronnie sitting on one dick, the other dick standing up beside her thigh, and Vivian climbing up the fur onto the werewolf's belly to get to it.

None of it was his. Neither dick was his, and he couldn't feel either of them. What he could feel was Luna. Her pussy was still around his own dick, deep inside the suit, warm, working him slowly, and her head was on the wolf's shoulder, close to his, and that was all of it. He had never wanted anybody else, and nobody else was touching him. He kept his attention where it was.

* * *

Vivian didn't get on the dick.

She knelt on the werewolf's belly next to it instead, right beside Ronnie's furred thigh, and looked up at Ronnie's face. They were close. Ronnie looked down at her, still locked on, with her ears back.

"Did you see it?" said Vivian, quietly. "When he finished. She staggered."

Ronnie's ears came up.

"I saw," said Ronnie.

"She can be worn down," said Vivian. "She's holding him, and you, and now me. All at once. She has to keep every bit of it going. If we give her enough, she'll have to let go of something." Her eyes went up the werewolf to its head, to Josh's eyes looking out of it. "And when she lets go of him, I'll have him. One bite."

"I want his baby," said Ronnie.

"Then you'll have his baby." Vivian held out her hand. "I turn him, and you have his baby. Neither of us gets anything while she's wrapped around him. So we take her apart. Tonight."

Ronnie looked at the hand. Then she put her big clawed hand around it, very carefully, and they shook.

"Deal," said Ronnie.

Josh had heard every word. He was lying right underneath them.

"Luna," he whispered. "Luna, they're going to turn me. And then she's going to..."

"I heard." She sounded thrilled. "Oh, baby. Let them try. Please let them try."

Out loud, she said, "Good luck, girls," as sweetly as anything.

Both of the girls looked at her head on the wolf's shoulder. Vivian smiled. Ronnie showed her teeth.

Then they got to work.

* * *

Vivian started with her mouth.

Kneeling, she was shorter than the second dick. She put both hands flat on it and licked it from the base, where it came out of the black fur, all the way up the shaft to the ring, and over the ring, and on up to the broad flat head, one long slow lick with the whole of her tongue and her fangs kept carefully out of the way. Then she did it again on the other side.

Josh felt Luna feel it. Her pussy squeezed his dick, once, slowly, and her breath went out against his ear.

Ronnie couldn't get off the first dick. The swelling had her locked on, so she used it. She ground down onto it on purpose, slow and hard, rocking her hips on the swelling and squeezing the first dick inside her pussy every time she rocked, milking it. At the same time, she reached across with one big furred hand and wrapped it around the second dick under Vivian's tongue, carefully, with her claws turned out, and stroked.

"That's it," said Vivian. "Both of them. Make her feel both of them."

Then Vivian put her arms around the second dick and hugged it. She pressed her whole body against it, her small boobs and her belly flat against the black shaft, and slid up it and down it with all of her, while Ronnie's hand stroked the other side.

"Oh, she's good at this," Luna murmured in his ear, as if she was telling him a secret.

Her wings came round. The little leathery wings came forward off her back and folded around the dick from both sides, and stroked it too, the thin skin of them warm and dry and catching on the ring.

Then the tails got involved. Vivian's thin black tail curled around the base of the second dick, and Ronnie's thick gray-brown tail came over and curled around it just above hers, and the two tails worked it together, one squeezing up while the other squeezed down.

"Oh," said Luna, very softly.

Vivian heard it, and smiled against the dick.

Then she went down between Ronnie's thighs. She leaned in past the second dick to where the first one went into Ronnie, and put her tongue on it: on the swelling at the base of the dick, and on Ronnie's pussy stretched tight around it, both at once. Ronnie jerked, and her ears went flat.

"Hey!"

"Hold still, darling," said Vivian, against her. "I'm working."

She licked the swelling where it sat inside Ronnie's pussy, and the edges of Ronnie's pussy around it, slow and thorough, while the two tails kept working the second dick. Ronnie stopped arguing. She ground down harder and harder on the first dick, with her claws sunk deep in the black fur, and her breath came out of her muzzle in short rough grunts.

Then the two of them met over the head of the second dick.

Vivian came up from between Ronnie's thighs, and Ronnie leaned down, and both of them put their mouths on the broad flat head of it at once, from either side. There were two tongues on it, one pink and careful of its fangs, one long and rough out of a wolf's muzzle. The tongues met on top of the head of the dick. Then their mouths met. They kissed over the head of Luna's dick, slow and wet, with both of their tongues still on it.

"There," said Vivian, when they broke apart, out of breath. "Now we're allies."

Luna came.

They had been working for it, and she had let them, and when it went, it went all at once. Josh felt it start under him, in her hips. The whole black werewolf arched up off the ground under all three of them, and both dicks jerked at once, the first one deep in Ronnie's pussy and the second one in their hands and against their mouths. Inside the suit she went tight around him all at once, from his feet to his scalp, and held it, and her pussy clamped down on his dick and stayed clamped. Her head went back on the wolf's shoulder, and she cried out, short and sharp and surprised, as if they had found a spot on her she hadn't known she had. Then she was laughing, out of breath, with her eyes shut. And the second dick pumped. Come came out of the broad head of it in long heavy spurts, Luna's own, a great deal of it, over Vivian's face and Ronnie's muzzle and back down the black shaft, while the first dick pumped the same way into Ronnie's pussy.

"She's going," said Vivian, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand, delighted. "Ronnie. She's going."

She wasn't going anywhere. Josh could feel it. When the wave was over, Luna was exactly where she had been, breathing the same, working his dick with her pussy in the same slow rhythm as before. The black werewolf lay back down on the grass. Her head turned on its shoulder to look at the two of them, with come dripping off them both.

"Keep going," said Luna, grinning at the pair of them. "You're doing great."

* * *

They kept going. And Luna started changing the dicks.

She did it while they worked, so that nothing they held stayed the same for long. Under Vivian's hands, the thick ring on the second dick slid. It moved up the shaft, slowly, toward the head, and then back down again, and Vivian took her hands away and stared at it. Then the broad head of it spread out even wider, and turned, a slow twist along the whole length of the dick, as if it was being wrung out. Then it split. The head of the second dick parted down the middle and became two heads, side by side, each one broad and flat.

Inside Ronnie, the first dick changed too. Ronnie's ears went flat and her mouth fell open, and Josh knew what she was feeling, because he had felt Luna do it before: ridges, rising one after another along the dick inside her pussy, then bumps, rolling up its length from the base to the head. The swelling at the base of it pulsed, bigger and smaller, bigger and smaller, inside her.

Then the two dicks swapped.

The second dick grew ridges, and the first one grew a ring. The second dick grew a swelling at its base, and the first one's head went flat and broad and flared. Every shape that had been on one of them went over to the other one, while the girls were holding them, while Ronnie was sitting on one, so that each girl had the other's dick.

"She can't do this forever," Vivian said, breathless. "Nobody can do this forever."

"Then get on," said Ronnie. "Make her do more."

So Vivian got on.

She climbed up onto the werewolf's hips facing Ronnie, astride the second dick, with Ronnie on the first dick right in front of her, close enough to touch. Luna made the second dick hers again: long and smooth, one broad flat head, the ring partway down. Vivian put the head of it against her pussy and sank.

It didn't go in. The head of it was too broad. She pushed, and it still didn't, and then it did, all at once. Her pussy stretched wide around the broad flat head, wider than her body should have been able to open, and healed tight around it as it went in, and she cried out. She sank further. When she came down onto the ring, she stopped. The ring stretched her open all over again, wider than the head had, and she healed around that too, and sank on down past it, and the ring was inside her.

Then Luna moved the ring. It slid up the shaft inside Vivian's pussy, toward the head, and down again, slowly, stretching her open wherever it went and letting her heal tight behind it. Vivian's wings went rigid. Her accent slipped, all at once, the way it had before, all the way back to the bus stop.

"Oh, fuck," said Vivian. "Fuck. Fuck, that's..."

"Ride it," said Ronnie. "Come on. Ride it, ride her, make her work."

They rode. They rode facing each other across the black fur of Luna's hips, so close that their knees knocked, holding on to each other's arms for balance, Ronnie on the first dick and Vivian on the second, both of them going up and down as hard as they could. Between strokes, they talked. Josh could hear every word.

"Harder."

"I'm going as hard as I can go."

"Then go harder than that, darling."

"Is she slowing down?"

"She has to be slowing down."

She wasn't. Josh could feel exactly what she was doing, because he was inside it. She was holding him, and she was holding Ronnie up, and she was holding Vivian up, and she was keeping both dicks moving and changing inside the two of them, and keeping her own pussy working on his dick in the middle of all of it. She had gone very quiet. Her head on the wolf's shoulder had its eyes half shut, and it wasn't smiling now. It was concentrating. Keeping all three of them going at once was taking all she had.

It wasn't slowing her down. Every stroke she put into them was as hard as the one before.

The girls saw how quiet she had gone, and they took it as a good sign, and rode harder.

Then the two of them came at once. Vivian came first, with a scream, her pussy clamping down on the ring inside her and her wings snapping out wide. That set Ronnie off, a second later, and Ronnie howled at the moon with her claws in Vivian's arms, and her pussy clamped down so hard on the first dick that the swelling inside her jerked. Out in the woods, the howling answered.

Luna came with them.

It went through all three of them at once. Both dicks pumped at the same moment, the first one deep in Ronnie and the second one deep in Vivian, filling them both with Luna's come, a lot of it, so much more than any dick should have had in it that it came running back out of both of them around the dicks and down into the black fur. Inside the suit, it came up around Josh from his feet to his head, squeezing all of him at once, and her pussy fluttered on his dick, a fast hard squeeze over and over that wouldn't stop, and her head on the wolf's shoulder let out a long rough sound that had no concentrating in it at all.

When it was over, both girls were slumped forward against each other, panting, foreheads together.

"Is she done?" said Ronnie, into Vivian's hair.

"She must be nearly done," said Vivian.

"Not even a little bit," said Luna brightly. "Up you get."

* * *

They had been waiting for him. Josh realized that later. They had seen the werewolf stagger once, when he came with no warning, and they had made their whole plan out of that one stagger, and they had been waiting all this time for his dick to do it again.

He did.

He couldn't help it. Luna's pussy had been on his dick inside the suit for hours, and she had just come all around him, and now she was working him again, slow and deep, while two girls rode her above him and the whole monster moved under them. The weight came up behind his balls. It came faster than he could do anything about, and went past the point where he could stop it.

"He's going," said Vivian, sharply. "Ronnie. Now. Now, while she..."

They went for him. Vivian came up off the second dick and threw herself up the black werewolf's chest toward its head, toward Josh's eyes, with her fangs out, and Ronnie, still locked onto the first dick, lunged forward and sank all ten claws into the black fur over his chest, and tore.

And Josh came.

It came out of him slowly, wrung up out of his balls a little at a time, and Luna's pussy took it from him the same way, squeezing each pulse out of his dick in its own time and keeping it. His whole body jerked inside the monster. His own arms jerked inside the monster's arms, his own legs kicked inside its legs, and he made a sound that came out through the wolf's muzzle long and loud, louder than the rave.

And Luna didn't slip.

Her pussy held him through every pulse, exactly right, in time, the whole way through. The suit didn't loosen anywhere. The wolf's head stayed exactly what it was around his face. Vivian's teeth went into the black fur at his throat and landed on Luna, and nothing else. Ronnie's claws tore through the fur over his chest, and the fur closed up again behind them as fast as they tore, and none of it reached him. There was nothing under it to reach. There was only more of her.

"I'm watching you this time, baby," Luna said, in his ear, very soft and very pleased. "I was ready for you."

Vivian let go of the black werewolf's throat and slid back down its chest onto its belly. She sat there, staring up at Luna's head.

"That's not fair," she said.

"No," said Luna, and laughed at her. "It isn't."

* * *

They didn't stop. They had made a deal, and they kept trying.

Vivian got back on the second dick, and Ronnie rode the first one as hard as she could, and between strokes they worked her every other way they could think of. Ronnie's hands. Vivian's mouth. Their tails. Vivian's wings, folding around the second dick where it went into her. They tried slow and they tried fast, and they tried both of them at once, and they tried taking turns, and Luna kept changing the dicks under them, and inside them, and never once slowed down.

Once, Ronnie threw her head back and howled as loud as she could, right at the moon, and while Luna's head was turned toward the noise, Vivian came up off the second dick and went creeping up the black werewolf's chest toward its head, toward Josh, on her hands and knees through the fur. She got as far as its collarbone. Then a black hand grew up out of the fur of the werewolf's neck, right beside Josh's throat, so close that he felt it push out, and picked her up around the waist without Luna even looking, and put her back down on the second dick, all the way, in one push.

"Nice try," said Luna, to the moon.

Vivian said a word that no duchess has ever said. Their strokes got shorter. Their talking stopped. They kept going anyway, because they had made a deal.

Ronnie went first.

Josh saw it start. Her fur was thinning. It was going patchy along her arms, and then along her shoulders, and the gray-brown of it was going thin enough to see skin through. Her shoulders were narrower than they had been a minute ago. The moon had made her as big as Luna, and the moon's size was draining out of her as he watched, and the wolf was going with it.

Luna saw it too, the same second he did.

She let go of the swelling. Josh felt her do it, on purpose, the instant she saw the change starting. The swelling at the base of the first dick went down inside Ronnie's pussy, smaller and smaller, back down to nothing, so that nothing was holding her on anymore.

Ronnie slid off.

She slid off the dick and down off the werewolf's hips onto the fake grass, and lay there on her side among the broken foam, and turned back into a girl. The rest of the size went out of her first. Then the fur sank back into her skin, all over, and her claws drew back into fingernails, and her ears came down from the top of her head and went back to a girl's ears. The muzzle drew back into her face last of all, into a nose and a mouth with a scrape across the cheekbone above it. Her tail was the last thing to go. Then she was a naked girl with short brown hair lying curled up on her side on the fake grass, breathing slowly. She was asleep before she had finished changing.

Vivian looked down at her.

"Oh," said Vivian. "Oh, no."

She kept going. She rode the second dick alone, slower, with her wings drooping and her hands braced on the black fur, saying, "I can still... I can still... I'm perfectly..."

Then she wasn't saying anything. Her head went down. Her wings folded against her back, and her big pointed ears drooped and went soft, and she slumped forward onto the black fur of Luna's belly, out.

Luna stopped at once.

The second dick went still inside her. Luna lifted her off it with two careful black hands, and laid her down on the fake grass next to Ronnie, on her side, with her wings folded and her red hair across her face. Then she drew both dicks back into the black fur, one after the other, until there was nothing there.

It was quiet. The rave was still going next door, thump, thump, thump. The moon had gone down behind the roofs.

* * *

Luna got up.

She got the black werewolf onto its feet, and then she started to shrink, and he felt every bit of the size go. The fur drew in, crawling back over him, short and then glossy, and went smooth and black. The wolf's muzzle ground back around Josh's face and widened into the long smooth shape of Venom's skull, and the white patches spread around his eyes, and the teeth pushed up around his mouth one after another in the big grin. She came down past the height of a house, and past the top of the fence, and on down, with the monster's joints sliding back in toward his own, until Josh's own arms filled the monster's arms again and his own feet stood on her close to the ground, and he was seven foot six, and Venom.

The front of the suit between his legs was smooth again, like a costume. His legs were shaking inside it.

Two girls lay asleep on the fake grass in front of him, in the wreck of the cemetery: one with short brown hair, curled up, snoring very slightly, and one with red hair and small black wings, flat on her back now, with one arm flung out. Their clothes were all over the lot. Vivian's white blouse, the one with the blood down the front, had blown up against the fence and stuck there. Her skirt was under a broken headstone. What was left of Ronnie's jeans and her torn jacket and her split t-shirt lay in strips across the grass where she had changed, and there wasn't enough of any of it to cover anybody.

Josh went over to the last headstone still standing and got Vivian's umbrella off it. He opened it and set it down on the grass over her head, tipped so that it shaded her face. Luna watched him do it and didn't say anything. Ronnie, he decided, would be fine. She lived right there.

He stepped over the fence. It was still dark, but it was the kind of dark that only has about an hour left in it. They walked home through the empty streets with the bass of the rave getting quieter behind them, a seven-foot-six Venom with his knees still shaking, past porches with jack-o'-lanterns burned down to nothing.

"They were trying to wear you out," Josh said, after a while.

"I know. I heard the whole plan."

"Could they have?"

"No." She sounded smug enough for the both of them. "Nobody can, baby. I don't get tired. They do."

He walked another block.

"Are you tired?"

"No," said Luna. "And I'm not done with you."

* * *

Josh had to duck to get through his own front door.

He got his head under the frame first, and then his shoulders, one at a time, and then the rest of seven foot six of Venom came in after them, and he straightened up in his own living room with the top of his black skull a hand's width from the ceiling. It had been Halloween. It was the very last of it now.

Luna's head was up on his shoulder, pale, with her long black hair hanging down his back.

The curtains were open. Out past the roofs, the sky had gone from black to a deep dark blue, and down at the bottom of it, there was the first thin line of something paler. Morning was about an hour away.

Josh stood in the middle of the living room and looked at it.

"Luna," he said. "The sun's coming up."

"In about an hour."

"Viv's out there."

"I know."

"What if it gets her? The sun." He was still looking at the line at the bottom of the sky. "Do vampires even... does sunlight actually do anything to them? Or is that just the movies?"

"That's what the umbrella's for."

"And Ronnie. What if Ronnie wakes up first? What if they start fighting? They were both after me, Luna. Both of them. What if one of them wakes up and the other one's just lying there, and..."

"Josh."

Luna's head turned on his shoulder until her face was a few inches from his.

"Relax," she said. "Viv is well under shade. You put her there yourself, remember? Nothing's going to happen to her. She's probably up already. She heals fast. You saw how fast." Her eyebrows went up. "And they're not going to fight. They're allies now. They'll be plotting, not fighting."

He knew she was right. He had seen Viv heal with his own eyes, all of it, more than once. He kept looking at the sky anyway.

* * *

Then Luna's head slid down.

It came off his shoulder with a slow wet pull and dragged down across the top of his chest under the glossy black of the suit, the knot of her neck pushing through it an inch at a time, just as it had a few nights ago in the bedroom. He felt the small bones of her neck roll over his collarbone. It went down the middle of his chest and over the top of his stomach, and stopped there, right in the middle of the suit, looking down.

At the front of the suit, the smooth black crotch moved, and the cock came out.

It was Luna's cock, the one she had spent the night fucking a vampire and a werewolf with. It came out of the black slowly, long and thick, and stood out from the front of Venom, and Josh felt the weight of it gather down there and drag at the suit, a long way below his own body. Then it started to change, while her head watched it from his stomach. Rings of ridges came up along it, and went down again. Bumps came up all over it and rolled along it, base to tip, and sank back in. The head of it spread out broad and flat and wide, and a thick ring came up around the shaft partway down and slid along it. The swelling came up at the base, round and fat, and went down. A second head pushed out beside the first one, and drew back in. Every shape from the night came up on it, one after another, as if she was going back through the pictures.

Luna's head looked at it with something on her face that Josh had never seen there. It was awe.

"Look at that," she said softly. "Look what I did with that tonight."

"I saw."

"They both loved it. Every shape. You heard them." Her eyes stayed on the cock. "I want to know what that's like."

Josh knew that voice.

"No," he said. "Luna. I'm so tired. I'm too tired. I can't feel my legs."

"You don't need your legs."

She was already growing.

Her head came up off his stomach. Under it, out of the black of the suit, a neck came, and then shoulders, pushing up and out of the front of him and going pale as they came, black turning into her own skin. He felt it as a pull and then a shove. Weight went out of the suit at the front, the black over his chest and stomach stretching and dragging as more and more of her went into the new body, and then her shoulders shoved their way out through it. An arm came out of the right shoulder, all the way down to the hand, fingers last. Then the left. Then her chest came out of the suit, her own boobs, round and full, with her nipples already pink and hard. Her waist came after them, and her stomach, and her hips, and then her long legs unfolded down out of the front of the suit one after the other, until her bare feet came down onto the living room rug and she was standing there in front of him. It was Luna, all of her, a whole second Luna, grown out of the front of his suit.

Almost all of her. She was still joined on. A thick cord of flesh ran between them, as thick as his arm, pale at her end and black at his. It came out of each of them like a tail, out of the base of her spine and out of the base of the suit's spine, and it ran across the rug between them in a long loose loop.

She walked out to the end of it and turned round.

"It's fine," she said. "I'll be quick. Just a short one."

Josh thought about it.

"A short one," he said.

"A short one."

"Okay."

* * *

Then she looked up at him.

Up. Luna was looking up at him.

It was the strangest thing that had happened all night, and it had been a long night. She is six foot three. She has been nine inches taller than him since the day she knocked, and her chest has been at the height of his face every time they have stood up together, and he has looked up at her face from somewhere around her boobs in every conversation they have ever had on their feet. Now he was seven foot six and she was her own height, and he was looking down at the top of her head. He could see the parting in her hair. Her face was down around the middle of his chest, and she had to tip her head back to talk to him.

She didn't notice. Height was nothing to her; it was a number she had picked once and kept. He noticed. He couldn't stop noticing. He had gotten used to being tall tonight, and used to the ground being a long way down, and none of it had gotten him ready for looking down at Luna. It was wrong. He missed looking up at her. He hadn't known he would.

She wasn't looking at his face anyway. She was looking at the cock.

She put her hands on it. She ran them up it and down it, slowly, turning it a little to look at it from the side, and every touch of her hands on the cock went straight through to his own dick inside the suit. He jumped. She didn't stop. She squeezed the head of it, and he jumped again.

"Hang on," said Josh. "Wait. Hang on."

"Mm?"

He looked for something to ask about. He looked down past her, at the rug, and found it.

"What's that?"

She glanced back at the cord. "That's me."

"I know it's you. Why's it there?"

"Because I can't come all the way off." She went back to the cock. "If I split all the way, the bit that comes off dies. Takes a few hours. So I don't." She ran her thumb over the head of it. "This is me, and that's me, and you're inside me. Same body. There's just two of it."

He looked at the cord, and at her, and at the suit around his own hands.

"Anyway," said Luna. She let go of the cock and stepped back, and looked up at him with her head on one side. "I like my face more."

"What?"

"Than theirs. I like mine better." She said it like a fact about the weather. "But you were worried about them, just now. The vampire. The werewolf." Her eyes narrowed a very little. "You kept asking about them."

"I was worried she'd get burned!"

"Mm," said Luna. "So here's the thing. You want to fuck a vampire, you can fuck a vampire. You want a werewolf, you can have a werewolf. I can be any girl there is. So you never have to fuck another girl, ever, and it's never cheating."

She came a step closer, so close that her face was right under the suit's chest, looking up.

"And if you ever do cheat," said Luna, "I'll kill you."

She didn't say it like a joke. She didn't say it like anything at all. It came out flat and quiet and completely certain, and all around him, for one second, the suit tightened. Every inch of it closed in on him at once, from his feet to the top of his head. Then it let go.

On the street, hours ago, he had thought about all the ways she could kill him from where she was, and how she never would. He thought about it again now, and changed it a little. She never would. Unless.

He wasn't scared. He believed her completely, and that was a different thing.

"Okay," said Josh.

"Good," said Luna, and started to change.

* * *

"Here's the vampire," she said.

Her height went first. She sank. Her spine drew down into itself with a long soft run of cracks, and her long legs shortened under her, and her shoulders came down, inch by inch, until the top of her head was a long way below where it had been, and she was a small woman standing on his rug, looking a very long way up at him.

Her hair went next. It started at the roots. The black drained out of it from her scalp down and dark red came in behind it, all the way to the ends. Then the hair gathered itself up off her shoulders on its own, every strand of it, and twisted itself into a neat knot at the back of her head, and stayed there.

Her skin went pale. The warmth went out of it from her face down, as if somebody was draining the color out of her, until she was white as paper, as pale as the moon had been over the roofs. Her face changed under it. Her cheekbones came up higher and sharper, her nose got smaller, and her chin came to a neat little point. Her brown eyes went dark. And her canines grew. The two of them came down out of her top jaw, long and white and sharp, until they rested on her bottom lip.

Then her body. Her boobs went down, slowly, getting smaller, until they were small and high and round, with pale pink nipples that had gone hard. Her waist pulled in narrow. Her hips rounded out. Her ass went small and firm. Between her legs she was smooth, the same as she always is when she isn't using it.

Last of all, two little black wings came up out of her shoulder blades. They were small and leathery, with thin bones in them, barely wider than her shoulders, and they opened behind her.

She looked at them over her shoulder. She flapped them once, and frowned.

"Why does she even have these?" said Luna. "She doesn't need them. She flies with magic anyway. These don't do anything."

She folded them up, and they sank back into her shoulder blades and were gone.

"They'd get in the way," she said.

Vivian stood on his rug, small and pale and naked, with her red hair pinned up and her fangs on her lip. Every bit of her was right. It was Vivian down to her voice, when she spoke again, because Luna had taken that too.

"Darling," said Vivian, in Vivian's own voice, grand and careful and a little off.

Josh was hard.

He had gone hard watching her change. He always does. She had stood there and taken her whole body apart in front of him, and put it back together as somebody else, one piece at a time, and his dick had come up inside the suit while she did it, as it always does when she moves her bones around. It wasn't for Vivian. It had never once been about Vivian. It had been about watching Luna do it.

Luna felt it, because she was the suit, and she smiled Vivian's smile up at him.

She came over to him on Vivian's small bare feet. She put Vivian's small pale hands on the cock, and looked up at him with Vivian's dark eyes, and her voice went low and velvety at the edges, exactly as Vivian's had in the cemetery.

"Darling," she said. "Wouldn't you like to step out of there, and let me have a proper look at you?"

"You're doing her voice," said Josh.

"Is it working?"

"No."

Vivian's eyebrows went up. Then they came down, and the red hair let go of its knot and fell down her back and went brown and short, and the pale went out of her skin, and her face turned into somebody else's.

"Fine," said Ronnie.

It was Ronnie. It was the short brown hair sticking up on one side, and the scrape across the cheekbone, and the skinned knuckles, and the flat practical voice of somebody telling you where she had parked. She put her hands on her hips.

"You," said Ronnie. "Human. I want your babies."

"Please don't," said Josh.

"Not working?"

"Not working."

Ronnie shrugged, and changed again. This time her back cracked, pop, pop, pop, all the way up, and she bent forward over her own knees as her spine got longer. Fur came up gray-brown over her shoulders and down her back and along her arms. Her nails went long and black. A thick tail came out behind her. Her face pushed forward into a wolf's long muzzle, and her ears went up to the top of her head, and she stood up taller than Vivian had been, a werewolf in his living room, with a woman's body under the fur and her yellow-brown eyes looking up at him.

"How about this?" she said, out of the wolf's mouth.

"No."

The werewolf looked at him for a long moment.

"I don't want them," said Josh. He had to say it. He didn't know how to say it, so he said it badly. "I don't want her, and I don't want her. I want you. That's it. That's the whole thing. I'm not going to stand here and pretend I like it when you're somebody else. You're the one. Out of all of it. Every time."

"Liar," said the werewolf.

"What?"

"Cosplay night."

Josh opened his mouth.

"The night I did Chun-Li," said Luna, "and Tifa, and the tall lady with the hat. You lost your mind for every single one of them. You nearly passed out over the hat lady."

"That was cosplay!"

"It was other girls."

"It was cosplay. That's different. Those are fictional characters. They don't count."

"They don't count," said Luna.

"They don't count. They're not real. Viv's real. Ronnie's real. That's different."

"Mm," said Luna, still out of the wolf.

She stayed the wolf. She came at him anyway.

* * *

She put both her clawed hands on the cock, and Josh's dick inside the suit got both of them, and he grabbed the back of the sofa. She stroked it, wolf-fashion, rough and quick, with the pads of her fingers and her claws turned out. Then she turned round and backed up onto it.

The cock was down at the suit's hips, and she was a big werewolf, so she only had to tip forward a little and reach back for it. She took hold of the head and put it against her pussy under the gray-brown fur, and pushed back onto it, and took it, all of it, the whole long length of her own cock sliding into her own pussy, until her furred ass was pressed against the front of the suit.

Josh felt every bit of it on his own dick. She was going straight through to him again, as she had on the street: whatever was touching the cock, she was touching his dick, and right now what was touching the cock was the whole inside of a werewolf's pussy, sliding up it and down it as she started to ride. He held on to the sofa.

She rode it for a while. She rode it hard, like Ronnie had, with her tail swinging and her claws dug into her own knees and her ears flat. She made Ronnie's noises. They were good noises.

Then she slowed down.

Josh felt it. She was still riding, and she was still making the noises, and something was going out of it. The noises were the same and they meant less. She went slower, and then slower than that, and then she stopped altogether with the cock all the way inside her, and stood there bent over in front of him with her ears halfway down.

Then she changed back.

The fur sank into her skin. Her muzzle drew back into her own face, and her ears came down, and her hair came out long and black down her back, and she grew back up to her own height around the cock without ever letting it out of her, until it was Luna, her own self, in her own body, standing bent over in his living room with her own cock in her own pussy.

She tried again. She rode it as herself, slowly, then harder. She rolled her hips on it. She made it change inside her, ridges and then the ring and then the swelling, one after another.

It didn't help. Josh could feel that it didn't. Whatever had been there with Vivian and Ronnie, she couldn't find it now. She was doing everything she had done to them, and none of it was landing.

She stopped.

"This is masturbation," said Luna.

"What?"

"It's mine." She looked down at the cock disappearing into her, with deep disgust. "It's my dick. It's my pussy. I'm fucking myself." She pulled forward off it, all the way, and turned round to glare at it. "It's nice. It's just me. There's nobody else in it."

"You can make yourself come whenever you want," said Josh. "You told me that."

"I can. And it's boring. That's why I don't." She looked at the cord running between the two of them across the rug, and then at the cock, and then at him. "I wanted to know what they got. And what they got was you, wrapped in me, and all I've got is me."

"Well," said Josh, "I can't help you. I can't shapeshift."

"Probably for the better," said Luna.

"Why?"

"Because if you could, we'd never stop." She said it with total certainty, as she says anything she knows for a fact. "Two of us who could do this? We'd get locked into an orgy that went on for centuries. I'd know. I was stuck in one."

Josh stared down at her.

"You were what?"

She didn't answer. She did what she always does when he asks about before. She reached up for his head, to pull his face down into her chest and hold it there until he forgot the question.

She couldn't reach it. His face was a long way above her head.

Luna looked at her own hands, up in the air in front of the suit's chest, nowhere near him.

"Hm," said Luna.

She put her hands down.

* * *

She looked at the suit instead.

She looked at it for a long time, and not at the cock. She was looking higher up. Then she put one hand flat on the front of the suit, high, right under its chest, and pressed.

Josh felt it on his own body. Not on his dick, through the trick. On him. Her hand was flat on the suit right over his own crotch.

"There you are," said Luna.

It made sense the second she did it. The suit was seven foot six, and he was not. All the height she had built for him tonight was underneath him, under the soles of his feet, so his own body sat up in the top of the suit, and his own hips were nowhere near the suit's hips. They were up here. Right under the suit's chest. All night she had been fucking people with a cock at the bottom of the suit, and his real one had been up here the whole time, in the dark, being worked by her pussy.

"All night," said Luna, "I've been using the wrong one."

The cock at the bottom of the suit went back into the black, and he felt the drag of it at the bottom of the suit ease off. It drew in, shorter and shorter, until the front of the suit's hips was smooth again, like a costume.

Then the suit opened over his crotch.

The black skin under the suit's chest split straight down the middle, a long cool line opening right over his own crotch, and peeled back on both sides, and her pussy inside the suit let go of him and drew away. And there was his own cock, his real one, sticking out of the middle of Venom's stomach into the cool air of the living room. It was the only part of him that was out. It was pink and hard and wet with her, and with his own sweat, and it was shining.

It was at exactly the height of her chest.

Luna looked down at it, and then at her own boobs, about a hand's width from it, and then up at him.

"Huh," she said. "That's convenient."

She took his cock in her hand first. It was the first thing that had touched it from outside the suit all night, a real hand, warm and dry on his real skin, and his whole body jerked inside the suit. She held it. She ran her thumb over the head of it, and he made a noise that came out through Venom's teeth.

"That's you," said Luna softly. "That's the real one."

She bent down and kissed the head of his cock. Then she took it in her mouth, and her mouth was hot, and it was hers and it was on him, actually on him, with nothing in between, and he put both his hands on her head without deciding to. His hands were huge in the suit. They covered the whole back of her head. He held on.

She let him go with a wet sound and straightened up, and his cock was right there in front of her chest again.

So she grew her boobs.

They went up slowly, full erotic mode, all the way. Her boobs swelled out from her chest, rounder and heavier, the undersides dropping as the weight came in, her nipples coming up pink and hard on the ends of them, until they were much bigger than she ever bothers with around the flat. Then the second pair came up under the first, out of her ribs, bigger and heavier than the top ones, settling half a beat later. Four of them, right at the height of his cock.

She put his cock between the top two and pressed them together around it.

Josh looked down. He had spent his whole life with Luna's chest above him. He had looked up at her boobs from underneath, from beside, from between them, from inside a bedsheet. He had never once looked down at them. Now he was looking down at all four of them, from above, with his own cock disappearing between the top pair, and the pink of her nipples, and her face beyond them, tipped back to watch him.

She moved them. She slid her boobs up his cock and down it, slowly, and then dropped him down to the bottom pair and did it again, heavier, warmer, and then back up to the top pair, passing his cock from one pair to the other with her hands. Inside the suit, where he couldn't see it, the rest of her went on working: the skin over his nipples opened into mouths and sucked, and the inside of the suit went to tongue all down his back and his thighs. She was around him and in front of him at the same time, both of her, the suit and the girl.

"Oh, there it is," said Luna, very low.

"What?"

"That." She squeezed her boobs around him, and her breath went short. "That's what was missing. That's you. That's not me."

He took his hands off her head and put them on her boobs.

His hands were Venom's hands, black and huge, and for the first time in his life they were big enough. He had always had too little hand for her. She never keeps her boobs at her own size for long once his hands are on them, so there has always been more of them than he could hold, and he has spent a great many evenings trying anyway. Now he took the top pair, one in each hand, and his hands covered them completely. Then he spread his fingers and got the bottom pair too, his thumbs on the top two and his fingers under the bottom two, all four of her boobs in his two hands at once, with his own cock still between them.

He squeezed. Her nipples went hard against his black palms, all four of them.

"Look at you," said Luna. She sounded delighted. "Big hands. Finally."

He didn't let go of them for a long time. She let him.

* * *

He picked her up.

He had never once in his life picked Luna up. She picks him up. She has carried him to the bedroom, to the bathroom, out of the kitchen over her shoulder, across the flat and back. He has never lifted her off the ground, because she is six foot three and heavier than she looks, and he is not.

Tonight he was seven foot six, and all of it was her, and she let him.

He put his huge black hands under her arms and lifted, and she came up off the rug, easily, much too easily, the suit doing what his own arms couldn't. He brought her up until her face was level with his face. She looked at him from eye level, at his own small eyes in the middle of Venom's big white ones. She looked surprised, for once. She looked like somebody who hadn't been picked up in a very long time.

Then she wrapped her legs around the suit's hips, and her arms around its neck, and he lowered her down onto his cock.

There was nothing there yet. She had smooth skin between her legs, the same as always when she isn't using it, and his cock came up against it and stopped. Then the skin came apart along it.

He felt it happen. A seam came up under the head of his cock, and deepened, and the two sides drew apart and thickened into lips around him, and everything inside arrived at once, deeper before shallower, hot and already wet, fitting itself to his cock from the base to the tip as she sank down onto it. She made her pussy right there on him, brand new, and she came while she made it.

She always does, with a new one. This one was different. Her whole body locked in his arms. Her legs clamped around the suit's hips so hard that the suit creaked, and her arms went tight around the Venom neck, and her new pussy clamped down on his real cock all at once and squeezed it in long slow pulls, one after another. The suit clamped on him with her, everywhere, inside and out. Her head went back. The sound that came out of her was low and long and broken in the middle, and it didn't sound like anything she had done all night. It sounded like it had caught her by surprise.

"That's you," she said, when she could, against the side of his neck. Her voice had gone rough. "That's the one."

She rode him like that, wrapped around the outside of the suit while the inside of it held him. He held her up and she moved on him, slowly at first, then harder, her new pussy sliding up and down his real cock right in the middle of Venom's stomach, and all the while the suit's mouths were on his nipples and its tongues were all over his back. She kissed him. Her mouth found his inside the ring of Venom's teeth, and he kissed her back, and it was a real kiss, just the two of them, her face level with his.

He had nothing left. He was sure of that. He had come in a fake cemetery with a vampire on him, and again with a werewolf, and again with both of them, and there was nothing left in him at all.

It came anyway.

It came up out of him slowly, from somewhere very deep, and it hurt. It hurt all the way up the length of his cock, a long dragging ache that didn't care how tired he was. He told her it hurt. She didn't stop, and he didn't want her to. It pulled his whole body tight inside the suit, his back and his legs and his stomach all at once, and then he was coming into her, real, into her new pussy, two hard pulls and a third, with almost nothing in them, every one of them aching. He made a sound against her mouth that he would never have made in front of anybody else.

She held him through it. Her pussy squeezed every pull out of him and kept it. When it was done, she stayed where she was, wrapped around him, with her forehead against the black of Venom's forehead, breathing.

"Okay," said Luna, after a while, very softly. "Let's get you out of me."

* * *

She climbed down off him, and then she took the suit off.

It started at the top. The Venom head let go of his face. The black peeled back from around his eyes and off his forehead and away from his mouth, and the white patches went with it, and the teeth sank away, and then there was air on his face for the first time since the evening before. It was cold. It was the best thing he had ever felt. His hair was flat and soaked. The suit came off his scalp, down the back of his head, off his ears and his neck.

Then it came off the rest of him, the whole long climb of a few nights ago going backwards. It peeled off his shoulders and down his arms, off his hands, finger by finger, every finger coming out of its own sleeve of her. It came off his chest and his back and his stomach, off his ass, off his balls and his cock. Everywhere it left, the cold came in, onto skin that had been wrapped up hot and wet all night, and he shivered all over and kept shivering.

And it drained into her. All of it, the whole black skin of the suit, ran down him and along the thick cord across the rug and into her, through the base of her spine, like water running down a drain. The cord got shorter as it went.

Then the height went.

He felt it go out from under his feet. The bones she had built under his heels folded away one joint at a time, and all the extra length drained off along the cord with the rest of the suit, and he went down, slowly, the ceiling going away, the room getting taller around him, until his own bare feet came down onto his own rug for the first time all night.

The cord drew into her back and was gone. There was one of her again.

Josh stood in the middle of the living room, naked, soaked, shaking with cold, five foot six, and looked up.

There she was.

She was nine inches above him again, and her face was up there where it belonged, looking down at him. Her chest was right at the height of his face. Her boobs had gone back down to her own size, and they were right there in front of his eyes again, where they always are.

He had missed this. He didn't say so.

"What?" said Luna.

"Nothing."

* * *

She picked him up.

Of course she did. She bent and got him under the knees and the back and lifted him against her chest, and carried him into the bedroom, and put him down in the bed and pulled the comforter up over him. He didn't bother with a t-shirt. He didn't think he could have lifted one. He lay there under the comforter shaking.

She got in behind him. She is always the big spoon. She fitted herself along the back of him, her chest against his shoulders, her stomach against his back, her knees behind his knees, and put her arm over him and pulled him in. He grabbed her arm with both hands and held it against his chest, and pushed himself back into her as hard as he could, and she held on to him just as hard. That was all it took. She was only as warm as a person is, and so was he, and pressed together like that under the comforter, it was plenty. The shaking slowed down, and then it stopped.

This was it. This was what he had wanted all night. Not the rave, not the cemetery, not any of it. This: lying still, with nothing happening, wrapped up in her, warm, for as long as she would let him. He could have stayed there for a week.

"Tonight was a lot of fun," said Josh.

Luna was quiet for a second behind him. "Yeah?"

"Yeah." He thought about it. "Kids ran away from me. Grown men wanted selfies. I was on a stage."

"We were on a stage," said Luna. "At a Halloween rave. Like in the movie." She still sounded thrilled about it.

"And we lost to a fishbowl."

"We were robbed."

"She had a fishbowl on her head, Luna."

"I had a whole man inside me." She sniffed. "Nobody even noticed."

He laughed into the pillow.

"We flew," he said.

"Barely."

"I've drawn wings for six years. Tonight I flew."

"Barely," said Luna again, but she sounded pleased.

"Viv fucked her umbrella."

Luna laughed so hard the whole bed shook. "It's an heirloom."

"Whose, though," said Josh, and she laughed harder, with her face pressed into the back of his neck.

"Ronnie prayed to the moon," he said. "Did you see her face?"

"I saw." She said it a little smugly. "Didn't help her."

Josh lay there and thought about it for a second.

"Werewolves are more popular, though," he said.

Everything behind him went still.

"Don't," said Luna. "Don't you dare." Her teeth closed on the back of his neck, hard enough to mean it.

"Ow. Okay," said Josh. "Okay. Shapeshifters. Shapeshifters are the most popular."

"Thank you."

The teeth let go. She settled in behind him again, closer than before, and he felt that talking about it had done something to her. It was all along his back: her nipples gone hard against his shoulder blades, and her breath going short against his neck.

"One more," said Luna, against the back of his neck. "This one's for me. You don't have to do a thing."

He didn't argue. It had been a lot of fun.

She didn't need anything from him. She pressed herself against the back of his thigh, her pussy hot against his skin, and moved against it, slowly, with her arm across his chest holding him still, and her breath warm on his neck. He lay there and let her. It didn't take long. He felt it build in her all along his back. Then it went through her, a long slow shudder from her knees to her chest, and her pussy pressed hard against the back of his thigh, and her arm tightened across him until he could barely breathe in, and she let out a sound into his hair that went on and on.

Then she let her breath out, all of it, and stayed exactly where she was, wrapped around him.

The light came up slowly on the curtains. It went gray, and then it went pale, and then a thin bright line of sun came in at the edge of the window and lay across the comforter.

Josh thought about the fake cemetery. He thought about a small pale woman lying on the grass with an umbrella over her face, and the sun coming up over the warehouse, and the shade of the umbrella lying across her.

"They'll come back," he said. "Won't they."

"Probably."

"Both of them."

"Probably," said Luna. She didn't sound worried. She sounded like she was looking forward to it. "Let them try."

He lay there for a while longer, warm, nearly asleep.

"Luna."

"Mm."

"The orgy. Were you really stuck in one?"

She didn't answer. She took her arm off him and turned him over to face her, as she turns him over in his sleep, easily, as if he weighs nothing. Then she put her hand on the back of his head, and pulled his face into her chest, and held it there.

This time, she could reach.