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Eddie thought it was a mirage at first, a glimmer in the dry heat, a flash of rusty orange amongst the dust and faded yellows and greens of the scrubby growth. A mirage or a hallucination; it wouldn’t be the first time he couldn’t trust his own vision. He blinked sweat and exhaustion out of his eyes and shook his throbbing head to clear it, but the splash of orange remained, finally solidifying into the shape of an old flatbed truck.
A truck? Fuck, yes , that should get him a few miles before the gas or the roads ran out–
Then his gaze caught on an ochre-red form standing beside it, idly grazing on spindly shrubs, its black tail swishing at flies.
“Ahh…” he sighed, shambling closer. A horse. A horse didn’t need gas. Or roads.
“Four legs are better than one,” Venom cheerfully declared, following, as he usually did, Eddie’s line of thinking.
Venom’s interjection sparked another idea, allowing a frisson of excitement to briefly alleviate Eddie’s overwhelmingly awful hangover. “Be honest with me, buddy,” he whispered shakily. “How fast do you think you can get that thing to go?” Then, because he didn’t want to add horse murder to his list of crimes, “Without killing it?”
“Only one way to find out!”
A mix of hope and Venom’s excitement urged life back into Eddie’s aching legs. He jogged down a shallow incline, forgetting the burn of the sand under his feet.
“Shh, shh,” Venom crooned as Eddie approached the horse. “Don’t scare him. Don’t scare horsey, horsey, horsey. Nice horsey…”
Eddie ignored him, listening past the constant murmurs of his symbiote for the sounds of other people, expecting at any moment for someone to appear, shotgun in hand, ready to chase him off. His head on a swivel, he peered around, squinting at the nearby buildings and fences, tensed in preparation for diving, ducking, or simply relaxing his self-control to allow Venom to take over and get them through their next fight.
When nothing happened, Eddie sidled up to the horse, a hand outstretched. “Hey,” he whispered.
“Nice horsey,” Venom added.
The horse flicked a single ear and whisked its tail, seemingly uninterested.
Eddie took it as encouragement. He stepped closer and rested his hand on the glossy strands of its mane.
Venom immediately pooled up and out of Eddie’s cells and flowed onto the beast. “Surprise, horsey!”
The beast reared up, kicking and whinnying loudly as its body transformed, growing huge and oily black between one panicked heartbeat and the next. Eddie stumbled back to avoid a hoof to the head as the Venomhorse slammed back to the ground. It roared at the sky, its mouth opening abnormally wide and Venom’s long pink tongue unfurling from that toothy maw.
And suddenly his mind was clear, empty except for his pounding headache and constant fear for his life. No murmurs, no voice, no slithering movement in his bones and under his skin. He was alone, standing before this huge monster, staring in awe as it snapped its sharp fangs, as its powerful bulk heaved, as the tentacles of its mane and tail writhed wildly. He was empty, weak, tired, and could only stare as Venom’s head tilted and his gleaming white eye blinked down at him.
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“I LOVE horsey!” Venom shouted gleefully as he wrested control of the large animal. And–oh–it was good . He stomped in place, wrenching his head up and down, testing the weave of its flesh. It was strong . It was built to run, built to breathe, built to devour the distance. This was going to be fun .
It wasn’t home , though. He could already feel the discordance between himself and this animal’s cells. His fun would only last so long before he, the horse, or both of them began to suffer. So thinking, he found Eddie where the human stood beside him, his pale face blank with surprise, his watery, bloodshot eyes blinking rapidly.
Home.
Venom lashed out with two thick tentacles to jerk his human up off the ground and gather him onto the safety of his back. With Eddie’s slight weight in place, Venom reared with excitement, whinnying in joy to be fast, to be strong, to be capable of protecting his human. He felt Eddie clinging to him, grabbing at his tentacles, and that was good, too, he didn’t often feel Eddie’s hands on him, not without his own presence in Eddie’s skin muddying the sensations. After shrieking his exultation to the wind, he whirled on his hindlegs and launched himself forward, pleased as Eddie yelped and shouted in alarm on his back, his flimsy body flapping in the wind.
He ran.
He ran .
He sprinted up a short rise and sprang into the air, soaring for several seconds with Eddie shouting and clawing at him to hold on before he landed in a cloud of dust and Eddie slammed into him.
“Ride me, cowboy!” Venom commanded, trusting that Eddie’s death grip on his tentacles would allow his voice to transfer.
“You. Are. An. Asshole!” Eddie shouted back at him in between the slaps of Venom’s tongue on his face. “I swear to God when I get off this horse I’m going to kick your ass, you mother–” He cut off on a scream as Venom sprinted off the edge of a cliff.
He jumped, caught some air, and dropped back toward the Earth. As they plummeted, Eddie lost his grip, his weight leaving Venom’s back, but Venom didn’t allow him to freefall for long. Before the horse had even landed, Venom lashed out again to snatch Eddie out of the air and snap him back to where he belonged. He hit the ground on the side of a gulley, slid down the gravel and dirt, ricocheted off the far wall, and took off at a renewed sprint, egged on by Eddie’s continued screams.
“Now THAT’S horsepower!”
Eddie shouted wordlessly, clearly not appreciating Venom’s clever wordplay.
Venom followed the bottom of the gulley, a dried and winding riverbed, gradually slowing his pace to a ground-eating gallop so as not to stress the horse’s body too hard. As fun as it was to push it to its limits, he knew the horse wouldn’t survive the punishment if he rode it too hard for too long. It wasn’t like Eddie. He couldn’t meld with it so seamlessly that he could simply stitch its flesh back together.
Eddie.
He rolled an eye back to regard his human. Now that Venom had slowed, he no longer flapped behind Venom like a fleshy cape. He sat with his legs astride Venom’s shoulders like a typical human on a typical horse, his hands buried in the tendrils of Venom’s mane. Venom focused on the pressure of his knees, the caress of his shoeless feet where they rubbed against Venom’s ribs, the way he began to relax and subtly rock along with Venom’s gait, the way the breeze of their motion dried the sweat from his pallid face and short hair, the way the tense furrow of pain had eased from his brow.
“Enjoying the ride, Eddie?” Venom asked, pitching his voice to a low murmur.
Eddie grunted, his gaze fixed on the distance ahead of them.
What did that mean?
Venom glared at him, annoyed by the realization that he couldn’t simply read his thoughts.
“Eddie,” he called, allowing several thin tendrils to crawl up his arms to stroke his cheek. “Eddieeeeeeeee. You like riding me, don’t you?”
Eddie blinked and snapped a glare down to meet Venom’s attentive stare, his pale face darkening with a flush of blood. “It gets me off my feet,” he grated, one hand rising to catch the tendril coiling around his neck.
Venom let the tendril lace around Eddie’s fingers as he examined the response. Was he pleased? Annoyed? Angry?
There was no way to know.
Frustration gave way to a little thrill.
He couldn’t experience Eddie’s senses with him, not like this. For a rare, singular moment, they were apart, but in such a way that Venom still retained the ability to act on him.
How would that feel? What would it be like to play with his human without tangling their sensations together? Without the benefit of knowing exactly how to touch him? Over the past year, Venom and Eddie had spent many, many nights together, had shared many moments of desire and climax. Venom had learned to crave that flavour of endorphins and adrenaline.
But without being woven into the fabric of Eddie’s flesh? Needing to guess what Eddie wanted? That sounded… challenging.
“ You like having me between your legs, Eddie,” he prodded, grinning when the capillaries in Eddie's face flooded with blood.
“W-watch where you're going,” Eddie sputtered, his weight shifting on Venom's shoulders.
“I am watching. But I can multi-task .” With his immense intelligence, managing the locomotion of a horse was an afterthought. To demonstrate, he directed the wandering tendrils of his mane to slither around Eddie’s legs, catching his ankles, his calves, the crooks of his knees, his flexing thighs where the hem of his shorts rode up. His skin felt good from the outside, cooler than the horse's temperature, just rough enough for texture.
“Woah, woah, woah!” Eddie grabbed at the tendrils, trying to pry them away.
Grunting in amusement (what did Eddie think he could accomplish with his puny human muscles?), Venom simply shot out another dozen tendrils to catch his wrists and yank his hands deep into the tangled nest of his mane, absorbing them into the mass until Eddie had no chance of moving.
“What the hell do you think you’re–” Eddie cut off, muffled and spitting, as Venom jerked him closer and sent two tendrils squirming into his mouth. The warmth and moisture and the architecture of his teeth, his tongue, his palate, his throat… all of it was sweet, mysterious when felt from this side, vibrating with the hum of Eddie’s stifled voice. Venom’s tendrils shot deeper, seeking more, and he only realized he'd gone too far down Eddie’s throat when Eddie spasmed, retched, and a gush of hot yellow vomit shot from his mouth to spatter on the dusty ground passing under Venom’s hooves.
“Sorry,” he murmured, retracting the tendrils to flick them clean and surreptitiously wiping Eddie’s lips with a corner of his overshirt.
“I feel better actually,” Eddie uttered raggedly, his head hanging, his weight sagging in Venom’s grip.
“Good.” Venom’s exploratory tendrils stroked over Eddie’s head and shoulders, brushing past his cheeks and closed eyes, trying to soothe his residual shudders.
“A little thirsty, though.”
“I will get you to water soon, Eddie.” Venom tasted the air heaving through his host’s nostrils, detected the scent of moisture, and adjusted his direction.
Eddie nuzzled deeper into the tangle with a weary sigh. “Yeah. Thanks, buddy.”
“You need a distraction.” Venom’s tendrils returned to crawl up Eddie’s legs, sliding under the hem of his shorts and smoothing up the bunched muscles of his thighs. “I will distract you.”
Stiffening, Eddie shook his head and tried to lean away. “Come on, man…”
“I am going to fuck you, Eddie.”
Eddie’s eyes snapped open, his relaxed expression blanking with horror. His arms jerked uselessly in the nest of Venom’s mane, but he couldn’t stop the flow of Venom’s darkness from creeping up to his shoulders and hips. “Do not fuck me with a horse!” he shouted, his voice breaking.
“No actual horsey will penetrate you.”
“Oh, no–”
“Oh, yes .” Punctuating the word, he wrenched Eddie’s thighs wider, allowing him better access to his cock and balls.
Eddie strained against him, his legs shaking, muscles bunched and quivering as Venom forced them open. “C-come on, buddy,” he pleaded. “Now's not the time.”
“Now is the best time.” When else would he have the chance to play his human this way? Like an instrument?
His tendrils coiled higher, finding the worn elastic of Eddie’s briefs and whispering beneath to burrow into the warmth of his coarse pubic hair. He wrapped around the base of Eddie’s soft cock and squeezed–
“ Ahh! ” Eddie yelped and jolted, his ragged voice pitching high with pain. “Shit!”
“Too hard?” Venom quickly relaxed his grip and offered a few soothing strokes, pleased when the flesh began to swell with blood. “It is difficult to tell from here.”
“Nnn–S-Stop–!”
“You cannot lie to me, Eddie. I know what you like. I know what you want.” The tip of a tendril tickled Eddie’s scrotum, making his balls draw up, before winding around and through them. “You like when I am inside you.” Another tendril brushed further back, over Eddie’s perineum, and found his puckered anus. “I make you feel good.”
“Not like this!” Eddie squirmed, but he was fixed on Venom’s back, caught in a web of amorous tendrils. “It's different when you're–when you're me !”
Venom let a dark chuckle answer for him.
As his hooves flashed over the landscape, most of his attention was on Eddie, tracking the rhythm of his breaths, the temperature of his skin, the speed of his heartbeat, the tug of his shivering muscles. He stroked his cock until it hardened and the rest of his body seemed to relax, accepting that Venom was going to have his way. Once Eddie began to flex, rocking with the squeezing motion, Venom allowed a thin, slippery tendril to sneak into his tight entrance.
“Ah –” Eddie yelped, instantly seizing up. “Venom! You asshole!”
“I am not the one with an asshole, Eddie.” To make his point more clear, he thickened the intruding tendril and burrowed deeper.
Eddie winced and made a pained grunt, his cock softening.
“Slower?” Venom pulled back, but only a bit, sliding smoothly in and out, playing just inside Eddie's sphincter, toying with his sensitive flesh. Usually he could go fast and hard, but that was when they were one being. Without Venom supporting him, he was a fragile, vulnerable organism. It was an interesting challenge, to have to be gentle with his human, to have to hold back and use restraint.
“Venom…” Eddie whined, his breath hitching, his body squeezing, blood returning to his cock in a rush. “ Fuck… ”
“Yes,” Venom purred. “Yes, Eddie, that is exactly what we are doing.”
Eddie groaned, his head dropping, his hands fisting in Venom’s mane.
Careful, careful, Venom deepened and expanded, gradually filling Eddie’s hidden spaces, pressing into his nerves, gradually increasing the speed and strength of his thrusts. He matched the rhythm of his long strides, rocking Eddie in time with his galloping pace. When Eddie’s curses blurred into breathy, incoherent moans and his eyelids fluttered and he lay against Venom’s neck, Venom knew he was getting close.
But they weren't close to the water yet.
Venom squeezed his balls, constricting the vessels inside, and hummed with pleasure when Eddie whimpered and twitched his hips helplessly.
“Come on ,” he whispered into Venom’s mane. “Come on, man, please …”
“Oh, now you want me?” Venom teased.
“Nngh.”
“I want you, too, Eddie.” He resumed stroking and thrusting and toying with the dripping slit of Eddie’s dick until the shaft pulsed in warning. Again, he squeezed the balls, cutting off Eddie’s climax before he could come.
“Asshole,” Eddie groaned.
“ Your asshole,” Venom agreed fondly. “I promised to distract you.”
The miles passed in a blur, far beneath Venom’s attention. His focus was on Eddie, keeping him on the shaking, sweating edge of orgasm without letting him fall. Only when he galloped over a ridge and spotted the sparkle of a winding, tree-lined stream did he finally release his grip on Eddie’s scrotum. Feeling theatrical, he picked up speed, leapt, and brought Eddie to completion as he soared like a sexy pegasus, Eddie shouting hoarsely on his back.
When he landed at the shore of the stream, Eddie lay boneless in the embrace of his mane, panting and shivering, his eyes closed, the flush fading from his face. Venom slowed to a walk and finally a standstill as he slithered gently out of Eddie’s body and unwound from his cock with a playful flick. “We are here, Eddie.”
“I hate when you make me come in my pants,” Eddie wheezed, unmoving. “They get so sticky.”
“We will wash them.” After a moment to allow Eddie to catch his breath, Venom shifted him sideways and lowered him to the ground, supporting most of his weight as Eddie braced himself on Venom’s flank. “Come. Hydrate yourself.”
“Yeah.” Slowly, Eddie started toward the stream, his legs wide and stiff, as bowlegged as a cartoon cowpoke. “I can't feel my balls.”
“Do not worry, cowboy,”
Venom offered, grinning hungrily.
“I will feel them for you.”