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WARNING:  This is an adult story with explicit sexual encounters.  Please consult your local laws to determine if it is legal for you to read this.
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Life with Alpha

   by A.  Pseudonym

   Chapter Eighteen: More Marvels
Codes: MF, FF, MF+, MC, SciFi, anime, cartoon, comic book
Disclaimer: All artificial persons herein are based on characters owned
by their creators, not the author.  Storm, Kitty Pryde and She-Hulk are
owned by Marvel Comics, Marvel Entertainment and/or Disney (and not owned
by me).
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Storm_%28Marvel_Comics%29
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kitty_Pryde
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/She-Hulk

   Authors Note: I want to address one subject that has come up in a few
email conversations with readers.  I am not just picking out my own
favorite characters for inclusion in his story.  Yes, I mostly use
characters that I like (because otherwise I wouldn't be interested in
writing for them), but most of my favorite characters don't fit within the
rules I set up.  And as far as that goes, I've selected a couple characters
because they're generally popular, not because I especially like them. 
Ultimately, they are chosen because they (1) fit Frank's rules and (2) fit
Frank's character.

   That having been stated, I'm about to have Frank break one of his rules
in this chapter to bring in a character that I like.

   * * * * *

   Dramatis Personae: Frank _____ - Lead character, creator of Alpha Alpha
- First Artificial Intelligence

   Mobile Copies of Alpha: Beta aka Bayonetta aka Elizabeth Alana Franks
(cyborg) Gamma aka Jasmine aka Jasmine Marza (cyborg, from Aladdin) Delta
aka Elisa Maza aka Elizabeth Marza (cyborg, from Gargoyles) Alphadroid
Dorothy aka R.  Dorothy Waynewright (android, from Big O) A-Ko aka Eiko
Magami aka Epsilon (organic copy of Alpha, from Project A-Ko)

   Artificial Women (in order of arrival): Kasumi Tendo (from Ranma 1/2)
Daria Morgendorffer aka Daria Morgan (from Daria) Jane Lane aka Jane
Lannister (from Daria) Kara Zor-L aka Power Girl aka Karen Starr (from DC
Comics) Rei Ayanami aka Rei Ayanami Ikari (from Neon Genesis Evangelion)
Anna Marie aka Rogue aka Anna Marie Raffen (from Marvel Comics) Princess
Diana aka Wonder Woman aka Diana Prince Walters (from DC Comics) Zatanna
Zatara aka Annabelle Tara Zane (from DC Comics) Kara Zor-El aka Supergirl
aka Linda Lang Starr (from DC Comics) Blossom aka Belle Underton (from
Powerpuff Girls) Bubbles aka Britney Underton (from Powerpuff Girls)
Buttercup aka Bobbi Underton (from Powerpuff Girls)



   As a comic book and cartoon nerd, I've often felt that I was too heavily
favoring DC characters in my household.

   Partly it was because of convenience.  I had set up my first DC
character, Power Girl, in such a way that it was very easy to bring in more
characters from her universe.  (Plus my relationship with her worked out
very well; the way we designed her backstory created a much better
connection than I could have dreamed possible, which may have biased me in
favor of DC.)

   Partly it was because it seems like more female DC characters fit within
my list of rules.  They tend to look human more often than not and most
don't have long-term relationships.  Out of my DC harem, only Wonder Woman
has had a noticeable, long-term relationship, and even that (Steve Trevor)
really isn't in the modern comics very much.  (Heck, in modern
continuities, he's mostly either much older than Diana or married to
someone else.)

   Marvel, on the other hand, seems to have a lot of major characters who
don't look entirely human or who are married or in long-term relationships,
all of which are against my rules.  I mean, heck, look at some of my
favorite Marvel women: Invisible Woman, who was dating Reed from the first
issue.  Tigra, who looks very inhuman.  Gamora, who has green skin. 
Firestar...  well, okay, Firestar would work out fine in the real world. 
Maybe a few from the Spider-man cast would too.

   Jean Grey is a major character who might be able to make the transition
to the real world, except of course that she's a walking soap opera.  ("Oh,
I love Scott." "Oh, I'm so attracted to Logan." "Oh no, I was replaced by a
cosmic entity pretending to be me who seduced my one true love." "Oh no,
while I was dead, my true love married my clone." And that's not even
touching her adult 'children' teammates from alternate futures.) Adding her
would probably double the soap-opera drama in the household.  Scarlet Witch
is almost as bad.  No, thank you, to either of them.

   Of course, I could always pull characters from other publishers.  Liz
Sherman from Hellboy/BPRD always seemed like a woman I wanted to comfort.
Or someone from Image...  I'm sure Image must have a few non-psychotic
female characters, right?  Like maybe Voodoo?  I haven't read a WildCATS
issue in a long time, but she was a mostly non-ultra-violent hero, right?
Or Velocity from Cyberforce...  same deal, I think.  Ultra would probably
work.  Oops, I forgot about Caitlin and Roxy from Gen13, who could work out
pretty well.  Or maybe a version of Promethea.  (I think some of those I
mentioned are now owned by DC, so that kinda negates part of my stated
motive anyway.)

   But even after looking through my options, I really just wanted a few
more Marvel characters.  So once the filming for our movie was well
underway (see last chapter), I had Alpha start building a few more women
for me.

   As far as their introductory storyline goes, Alpha and I played around
with various ideas but finally decided that the simplest and best method
was to follow something similar to what we did with the DC women.

   In the middle of October, everything was ready and in place, and we
actually decided to do a mid-day introduction instead of our normal
middle-of-the-night surprise appearance.



   Since filming had been finished and final editing was well underway, I
was back at work at AARD most of the time.  On that particular Tuesday, I
was visiting some of the active labs to see how everything was going. 
Hearing a crash, I skipped Room 202 and rushed across the hall to 205.

   I opened the door to see Kara furiously glaring at a computer screen
while Linda looked worriedly between Kara and a small pile of broken
electronics that had apparently been thrown to the floor.

   "Is everything all right?" I asked stupidly.  I could clearly see that
it wasn't, but I couldn't stop myself from asking the obvious.

   Kara and Linda turned to face me.

   "Well..." started Linda, only to be cut off by Kara.

   "You know, there are times I really hate this world."

   "What's wrong?"

   "We've been trying to put together a Kryptonian adaptive memory crystal,
but it just refuses to work.  It just...  sits there...  taunting me... 
like an evil lump of rock."

   She glared daggers at the pile of wires and circuits, which upon closer
examination, did indeed include a couple clear crystals.  Without a closer
examination, they really just looked like small, clear quartz crystals.

   Linda explained, "It's kinda hard to recreate because while we know how
to use them and between us we can remember parts of the structural theory
behind how the crystals work, we don't really know enough to create one
from scratch."

   Kara countered, though I think she might have just been fuming out loud
to herself.  "I'm sure we could make one; it's just the damned physics in
this universe keeps getting in the way.  Can't fly.  Can't be invulnerable.
No heat vision.  No X-ray vision.  And now no damned adaptive memory
crystals."

   I was suddenly curious about the pseudo-science Alpha used in creating
their non-terrestrial memories, but dismissed the thought to consider
later.

   Kara was still pretty upset.  Her anger was currently focused on the
pile of junk on the floor, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to try to calm her
down or not, worried that she might refocus the anger on me.  Not that
she'd hurt me, but still...

   "Kara?" I asked in what I hoped was a soothing voice.

   "What?" she snapped.

   "I think you need to step back from this project for now.  Let Alpha
crunch numbers on it while you calm down and...  uhhh...  why don't you
give me a hand for a while?"

   She finally focused on me and her expression softened.  "Sorry, honey. I
didn't mean to worry you.  It can just get frustrating sometimes."

   She held out her arms, and I stepped into a calming hug.

   "Okay," she said after a minute.  "What are you working on that you want
to distract me with?"

   "Alpha and I are trying to come up with ideas to try for better methods
of molecular layering.  It's pretty much beyond my area of expertise.  Once
we're down on that scale, we can't make anything mechanical to manipulate
things.  Well, not very efficiently or quickly.  What we need are ideas for
how to do things cheaply and/or quickly."

   "And none of your ideas are working out so far?"

   "Well, we can manipulate things like nanotubes and buckyballs and
graphene sheets pretty well, but it's very expensive and slow, and when
we're not using carbon, it can sometimes get a lot more difficult.  And now
we're looking at precise layering for possible true nanite circuitry and
things like that..."

   "How about shrinking down your nanites so they can work on that scale?"
suggested Linda.

   "Yeah," agreed Kara.  "Or scale down your nanites and build them with
quarks instead of atoms." She kept a straight face, and I couldn't tell if
she was joking or not.  I really hoped she was joking, because from what
little I know of subatomic physics, that was not only unworkably
impossible, but also...



   Fortunately our conversation was derailed when Alpha interrupted.

   Rather than speak through my earbud as she normally did, she started
speaking through the room's intercom while a red warning light on the
ceiling began flashing on and off.  I knew roughly when it was coming, and
it still made me jump.

   "Alert!  There is a security breach at the house.  Alert!  There is a
security..."

   "Show us," I said, turning to the nearest computer screen.  "And alert
the other household members."

   "Doing so now."

   The screen came to life, showing a black and white security image of
three figures in trench coats and hats -- not suspicious in the slightest,
I thought sarcastically -- in the main front hallway of the house.  They
had apparently been on the ground and were just now standing up.  All were
of different heights and one appeared to be well over six feet tall.  The
middle-sized intruder had dark skin and long white hair.  Only the smallest
figure appeared to be Caucasian, though it was difficult to tell with only
our black-and-white video feed.

   "How did they get in?" asked Kara.

   "Unknown.  They simply appeared on my screens less than a minute ago. 
Dorothy moving to intercept.  Should I subdue them or call the police? 
Note: their sudden appearance in that location is similar..."
Suddenly Alpha was interrupted by Anna's voice.  "Frank, Alpha, don't

fight 'em.  Ah think Ah know 'em."

   "Who are they," asked Linda.  Both she and Kara were obviously feeling
antsy, perhaps remembering a time when they could have flown to the house
at super-speed in less than a second.

   Ignoring Linda's question for the moment, Anna asked, "Can we call 'em
and talk to 'em right quick?  If Ah kin talk to 'em, Ah think Ah can stop
your house from bein' torn up again."

   "Alpha?" I queried.

   "You are connected via Dorothy," she replied.

   The display suddenly split to show the static security feed on the left
and moving color video on the right.  On the left-hand side, we suddenly
saw Alphadroid Dorothy round a corner into view, facing the huddled
intruders.  On the right-hand side, we saw a color video feed through
Dorothy's eyes.

   Though in shadow, the tall figure was a woman with light green skin and
dark hair with green highlights.  The middle figure was a black woman with
white hair, and the smallest figure was a younger Caucasian woman with
brown hair.  This was the first time I had seen them up and about, and I
had a familiar rush of excitement as I took in the view.

   "Hello?  Can ya hear me?" asked Anna.  "Kitty?  Ro?  Is that Jen?"

   "Anna?  Is that you?  Where are you?" asked Ororo.

   "Ah'm at work.  This here's a robot who was jus about ta start a fight
with ya cause ya invaded ma home, so be nice.  Ah'll come home directly,
but it's somethin' like a half hour drive."

   "Who else is home?" I asked.

   "Who's that?" asked Jennifer Walters, the tall green one.

   "Rei and Buttercup," Alpha answered.

   "Who's with you?" asked Kitty Pryde.

   "They're mah friends," said Anna.  "Frank there owns the house and
robot, so be nice."

   In the top corner of the security video, I saw Buttercup start down the
stairs at full speed, obviously responding to Alpha's alert.

   "Buttercup!  Stop!" I called out, a little too late.

   Buttercup, who had obviously not heard any of this discussion, had
launched herself from the stair railing directly down at She-Hulk, who was
instinctively reacting to the threat.  She reached up and grabbed at
Buttercup as she flew through the air, obviously intending to use the
Powerpuff's momentum against her and throw Buttercup off to the side.

   Buttercup, however, had memories of super-powered fights going all the
way back to pre-school.  She was used to being smaller than her opponent
and was the toughest, best fighter of the Powerpuffs.  She grabbed Jen's
arms mid-leap and used the temporary purchase to flip herself over while
still in midair.  She landed whilst simultaneously pulling Jen's arms
forward, transferring much of her own momentum to throw Jennifer over her
head, into the next room.

   "All right, who's next?" she snarled.

   "Buttercup!" I said again.  "Stop!"

   "Stop!  They're my friends," called out Anna at the same time.

   "What?" she asked confused.

   Then she was tackled from behind by the very briefly inconvenienced
She-Hulk.

   From one perspective, their short fight was very entertaining, though it
lacked the eroticism I normally associate with 'cat fights'.  She-Hulk was
stronger with better reach while Buttercup was a slightly better fighter
with better leverage.

   From another perspective, Anna and I were yelling at the two of them to
stop fighting as they punched holes in my walls and broke some furniture.

   They finally stepped apart after about a minute and a few thousand
dollars worth of damage.

   Meanwhile, Anna was showing a side I had never seen before, with even
her Southern drawl getting worse with her anger.

   "Jennifer God-Damn Walters!  Sit your ass down and stop messin' up mah
house or Ah'll shove yo head so far up yo own ass, ya'll be lookin' out the
holes in your chest where your titties used to be afore Ah ripped 'em off!
What the hell are ya doin' here anyway?" In the sudden silence, I think she
stopped to listen to herself for a second and regained a little composure.
"...Not that Ah ain't happy to see ya'll, which Ah am, acourse."

   It took us all a moment to digest the uncharacteristic and...  uhh... 
'colorful' threats Anna had just delivered.

   "Uhhh..." I mumbled.  "Buttercup...  ummm...  These appear to be friends
of Anna.  I'm guessing they're here to try and find her."

   Storm, who had stayed out of the fight, rejoined the conversation. 
"Correct.  Gateway couldn't open a portal to where we thought she was, and
we couldn't get in touch with any dimension hoppers, so we went to talk to
Reed Richards and the Avengers, who agreed to help.  Since they had a few
people of their own missing, we divided up and...  look...  it's a little
strange talking to a robot maid about this.  Any chance you could come meet
us in person?"

   "Sure thing, dahlin'.  We'll be there in half an hour.  Buttahcup? 
Could ya please sit mah friends down in the kitchen and get 'em somethin'
to eat or drink or somethin'?"

   "I'm not a cook," complained Buttercup, still eying Jennifer warily.

   "I'm sure we have some of Kasumi's leftovers in the fridge or
something," I reassured her.  "And Dorothy can help you."

   I started walking for the door, then looked back at Kara and Linda. 
"Coming?"



   We all met up in the lobby and sped off to the house in a couple cars.

   I made sure Anna and I were in the same vehicle so we could talk on the
way.

   "So, Anna...  are you doing all right?"

   "Ah guess we'll see.  What Ah don't understand is why it took 'em so
long to find me.  Ah mean, I been here five an a half years or so."

   "It could be that there's a time difference between worlds, like with
Power Girl."

   "Ah suppose, but even so..."

   "Well, we'll find out in a few minutes.  Ummm...  one other thing... 
TWO other things.  First, you do realize that your friends are probably
going to be stuck here like the others, right?"

   "Maybe.  Could be they'll have someone like Zatanna back home to pull
'em back after a while.  Maybe Dr Strange is waitin' to help 'em out."

   "Could be.  The other problem is She-Hulk.  If they ARE stuck here,
well, she's not going to blend in very well."

   "Well, she ken turn back to human if she wants ta.  At least, Ah think
she can."

   "I'll be interested to see if she can, but I'm going to ask Alpha for
help figuring out how to make her pass for human all the same."

   "That's fine, Ah'm sure.  Ummm...  Frank, darlin', we can put them up
for a while if they're stuck here, right?"

   "Sure we can, though if we get any more long-term visitors, I may need
to have you share a room with someone."

   She sighed.  "All right.  Ah do like havin' mah own personal space
though."

   "Also, how well do you think they're going to react to our..." I paused
briefly, searching for a nice way to put it...  "home life?"

   "Ah don't know.  Ororo can be pretty reserved but she can be pretty...
liberal...  too.  She don't think nothin' of walking around in her birthday
suit, so she might be fine with it all.  Jennifer...  if half the stories
Ah've heard are true, Jennifer can be a party girl, sleeping with someone
different every night." She briefly lowered her voice to a whisper to
deliver a juicy bit of gossip, saying, "Ah even heard she slept with
Juggernaut!"

   Her voice returned to normal as she continued.  "Kitty, though...  not
sure about her.  We never had the wild sex villains Kara and them talk
about.  Not sure Ah even believe all their stories.  Yeah, we've fought a
few that don't bear mentionin', and the Hellfire Club could be a bit kinky,
but they was usually all business when we were around.  Ah guess what Ah'm
tryin' ta say is that Kitty might not...  Oh, Ah don't know.  She's had a
few different boyfriends, an Ah doubt she's a virgin, but Ah don't think
she's ever really..." She trailed off, at a loss for the appropriate words
to express her concerns.

   "I understand," I reassured her.  "We'll try to be discreet for now,
okay?"

   "Thank ya."



   We finally arrived home and we all piled out of the cars and into the
house.  The newcomers were gathered around the table, eating some of
Kasumi's chicken lasagna, which we had enjoyed for dinner the previous
night.  They looked up at us and as soon as Anna entered, Kitty jumped up
and started rushing over to give her a hug.  Upon seeing Anna's bare arms
and short skirt, she skidded to a halt.

   "I'm so glad we found you," she said, with obvious enthusiasm in her
voice.  "I'd hug you, but...  you know..." Kitty gestured at Rogue's
exposed skin.

   "It's okay," Anna reassured her, and enveloped Kitty in a hug.  After a
brief squeal of surprise, Kitty relaxed and tentatively hugged her back.

   Storm asked, "Rogue, what happened?  Did you lose your power?  Or
finally get it under control?"

   Releasing Kitty, Anna replied, "Well, technically Ah don't think Ah've
lost it.  It just doesn't work here."

   I joined in the conversation.  "Actually, in all likelihood, most of
your powers, mutant or otherwise, probably aren't working.  Super strength
seems to still work to a limited degree, but not much more."

   "What are you talking about?  Of course our powers still work.  See?"
Kitty waved her arm in a wide arc, smacking it painfully against the all
too solid wall.  "Ow!"

   "Are ya all right?" Anna asked with concern.

   "I'm...  fine...  I think." Kitty shook her wrist out and started poking
and prodding the wall, then a cabinet, treating them as if they had
personally offended her.  "What's going on?"

   "You are now in a universe whose physical laws do not allow most super
powers to work.  You can be a little stronger than normal," I gestured
toward She-Hulk, "and have senses that are a bit better than normal... 
things like that.  But you can't pass through solid objects or control the
weather.  I'm sorry, but that's just the way it is."

   Ororo had an odd look on her face, concentrating on something.  Probably
trying to call up a storm or some wind or something.  Alpha had given her a
special inner ear configuration and a few other goodies, so she was able to
sense things like changes in atmospheric pressure, but that was it as far
as 'mutant powers' went.

   "He's right," Storm agreed.  "I can't even raise a breeze right now."

   "At least I'm still strong," Jennifer chimed in, flexing a bicep with a
bit of relief.

   "But probably not as strong as you were," Anna pointed out.  Gesturing
to me, she said, "Pick him up and see."

   "Whoa, whoa, whoa.  Why me?"

   Kara joined the conversation to explain.  "Because you weigh enough to
notice but not enough to be a problem.  And you don't have and have never
had powers, so there's no question of opposing powers confusing things."

   "And cause it's fun to see women pick ya up and carry ya around," said
Anna with a grin.

   "Oh, hah, hah," I said, but I dutifully walked over to the very tall
green woman in our midst.  I'm just over six feet tall myself.  Kara and
Diana are maybe an inch taller than me.  She-Hulk, on the other hand, was
over seven feet tall, with an imposing wrestler/body-builder physique... 
with green skin.

   Seeing someone with green skin really is odd when you see them in
person. It doesn't look real.  When she bent over to pick me up, I half
expected the color to rub off when our skin touched.

   "Huh," she said, holding me with one arm under my knees and one
supporting my upper back.  She adjusted slightly so one arm cradled me,
running the length of my back with her hand cupping my ass.

   "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you weighed over a ton, if not a
lot more.  How heavy are you?"

   "I'm not sure.  Probably somewhere around 180 to 220, give or take," I
said.  This got me a LOOK from every female in the room.  "Honestly, I
weigh myself maybe once every two years.  It's just something I don't pay
much attention to."

   Yes, I care how I look, but not how much I weigh.  Fortunately Dorothy
came to the rescue.

   "As of three weeks ago, you weighed 201 pounds."

   "I can juggle one ton weights," Jennifer said uncertainly, "but I
couldn't juggle you right now.  Not safely anyway."

   "Which is pretty much how it is for the rest of us," said Kara.  "Well,
at least for those of us who used to be really strong.  Since no one else
is bothering to introduce us...  Hi, I'm Kara."

   Jennifer set me down, secretly giving my ass a squeeze in the process
and took Kara's proffered hand.

   "Oh, Ah'm sorry," said Anna, chastened by her lack of manners.  She then
hurriedly went around the room, introducing her teammates to everyone else,
leaving me for last.

   "...And this is Frank.  He owns the house an' the business where Ah
work. If it hadn't been for him, Ah'd probably be livin' on the streets."

   "I'm glad to meet you all," I said, shaking their hands, watching their
eyes for pupil dilation as we touched.  As per Alpha's excellent work, it
was there.  Kitty actually blushed and looked away.  "Welcome to my house
of travelers in need."

   "Traveler's in need?" asked Ororo.

   "Most of us are stuck here," said Linda.

   "Stuck here?" asked Kitty.

   "From other dimensions, like you," explained Zatanna.

   "Like us?" asked Jennifer.  I briefly wondered if it really was that
common for people to ask questions by repeating the end of a sentence with
a slightly raised tone of voice.

   "A lot of us are from different universes," explained Blossom.  "The
physical laws in this world don't allow for our powers or super-science to
work properly, so we can't go home, so we're mostly stuck here for now."

   "Well we should be all right because we have..." Kitty trailed off,
realization dawning on her.  "Ororo?" she said in a rather faint voice.

   Meanwhile Storm had pulled out an oblong device which kinda reminded me
of a tricorder.  After fiddling with it for a minute, with the others
looking on worriedly, she dropped it to the table.

   "Dead," was all she said, an unhappy look on her face.

   "It can't be!" wailed Kitty, while Jennifer just looked grim.

   "There are a lot more aspects to the situation," I said, trying to sound
reassuring.  "Your prospects are not unremittingly horrific."

   I gestured to the chairs, and Kitty sat down, unconsciously rubbing her
wrist.  Ororo and Jennifer stayed standing.



   "First," I said, holding up fingers as I counted, "please note that this
is not a hellish netherworld of a dimension.  We have our problems, but for
example, there is no persecution of mutants.

   "Second, there are no superpowers native to this world.  That means you
aren't expected to fight crime and there are no supervillains.

   "Third, if you are stuck here, you are not alone and we have the
experience and resources to help you.

   "Fourth...  well, actually I think we need more information before we go
much further."

   "What kind of information?"

   After some back and forth, we determined that from their perspective,
Rogue had been gone for about two and a half months, which meant there was
possibly an even larger default time differential than with the DC
Universe. They had tried a couple different ways to track her down without
success before joining forces with Reed Richards and the Avengers.  These
three were actually only one of five different teams sent out to find
different dimensionally misplaced heroes and allies.  The fastest they
could expect to be missed was in a couple weeks (meaning a minimum of a
year our time).  And the odds were that any follow-up team would be just as
likely to get trapped, since going to a dimension where powers and tech
failed was not a common or planned-for occurrence.

   I also spent a few minutes convincing Ororo Munroe and Kitty Pryde to
wear street clothes and to avoid declaring themselves X-Men.  Their
characters weren't defined by their costumes or their codenames, so that
part was much easier than it had been for almost any other 'superhero'
woman Alpha had created.

   Turning to She-Hulk, I said, "You're going to be a problem."

   "Not to a cutie like you, I won't," she flirted.

   "I mean your skin tone."

   "What?  Are you prejudiced against Gamma-Americans?"

   I was certain she knew what I meant, so I just gave her a smile and
waited.

   "All right, all right.  Just give me a second..."

   She closed her eyes and seemed to relax.  If this were the comics, she'd
probably be shrinking down to human form, an ability she had for...  I
don't know...  probably for at least half of her career.

   "Jennifer," I said quietly.

   "Ssshhhh, I'm concentrating."

   "You can't gain or lose mass at will in this universe," I said in a
stage whisper.

   "My cousin's the expert, but he says we actually don't gain or lose it
or violate...  some physics law or other...  we just borrow it from
extradimensional energies or something," she said in an equally loud
whisper.

   "All the same, I'm pretty sure you're stuck as She-Hulk for the
duration. If you had arrived in human form, you'd be stuck like that
instead."

   She opened one eye slightly.  "I'm not shrinking, am I?"

   "Nope."

   She sat down heavily in a nearby chair, which was fortunately strong
enough to take it despite creaking a bit, and looked at the rest of us. 
"Any suggestions?"

   "Make-up?" offered Bubbles.

   "We could wrap your head up in bandages," suggested Buttercup, perhaps
still a bit hostile toward her earlier sparring partner.

   Turning to Dorothy, I said, "Alpha, have you come up with any ideas?"

   I heard Kitty whisper to Linda, who was sitting next to her, "I thought
her name was Dorothy."

   Linda whispered back, "Dorothy is the robot.  Alpha is the master
computer."

   Dorothy said, "If Ms.  Walters is willing, I can use my medical nanites
to bleach the color from her skin.  That should last anywhere from a week
to the entire length of her visit, depending how her body produces the
pigment."

   "Can't we just wait til we find out if there's a different way for us to
go home?"

   "As long as you don't go out in public, you can stay green for as long
as you want."

   That was a lie.  We had at most a week before She-Hulk's dyed skin
started reverting back to normal.  The simplest method to give Shulkie her
green skin was to use something pretty close to food dye in her epidermis.
The drawback was that her body would gradually process and shed and
otherwise remove the dye, leaving her a normal Caucasian pink.  So if we
wanted to pretend to bleach her skin, we had to do so within a week.  On
the other hand, Alpha had a pseudo-science explanation ready if Jennifer
refused the skin bleach and her green skin started fading on its own.

   I continued, "One big problem I foresee if you stay green is getting
clothes for you.  Once we determine if someone is going to be stuck here
for a while, I generally take them shopping for a new wardrobe.  Your size
is going to make it difficult to buy clothes for you unless you're actually
there."

   "And my green skin makes it so I'll scare people?"

   "I doubt there will be much actual fear, but it will draw a lot of
attention in a situation where we don't have answers to give."

   "Why can't we just be honest and tell everyone who we are and how we got
here?" asked Kitty reasonably.

   "Because you won't be believed and could end up committed to an asylum.
There's another aspect to this world that we haven't broached yet...  Anna,
let's take them upstairs and show them."

   Rogue got a mischievous grin on her face and stood up.

   "Alpha, alert me when Daria and Jane get home so I can...  prepare them.
So, we're headed up to the third floor..."

   About half the group followed us up to the comic book library.  I pulled
out a box of X-Men comics and pulled out Uncanny X-Men #167, which has a
Kitty Pryde splash page where she yells that Professor Xavier was a jerk, a
famous image which has been copied and parodied many times.  Leaving them
to try to process the idea, I moved over and grabbed a few She-Hulk trade
paperbacks and handed them over to Jennifer, also pointing her to a box of
She-Hulk single issues.

   "In this universe, you are fictional characters.  If you start publicly
claiming to be comic book characters without your powers to back up your
claim, you're likely to be treated about the same as someone claiming to be
Napolean Bonaparte or Julius Caesar.  As it is, even with just that streak
of white in her hair, Anna has to field at least a couple questions a week
about whether or not she's an overly enthusiastic comic book fan."

   "Yup.  Ah even tried dyin' my hair all dark once, but the white roots
looked really weird in less than a week.  Now Ah just tell everyone that
yes, Ah'm a big fan or somethin' like that."

   A triumphant cry interrupted us as Jennifer hooted at the top of her
voice, waving She-Hulk comics at everyone.

   "I KNEW IT!  I knew I wasn't crazy.  See!  Right here!  And here!  I
knew someone was turning my life into a comic book."

   Oh yeah.  I had...  well, not forgotten, but it had temporarily slipped
my mind due to other concerns.  For a long run in her comic, her character
regularly broke the fourth wall and addressed the reader directly.  In
continuity, she knew that she was a comic book character and often relied
on the Comics Code to prevent things like indecent exposure.  Heck, I think
there was even a plot line where a supporting character joined her comic
specifically to avoid dying of old age, since comic book characters age
much, much slower than everyone else.

   "Bruce...  Doc Samson...  Hell, half the Avengers thought I was nutso,
but I hold in my hands the ultimate proof that I was right all along!"

   Looking up at the ceiling, she declared, "I was right!  So thank you,
readers.  And fuck you, writers, for putting me through so many stupid
situations." Flipping to the credits page of one of the comics, she said,
"So thank you and fuck you, John Byrne!"

   It wasn't actually as simple as that if you want to get specific.  She
also handled and read her own comics from within her own comic in a kind of
meta-textual feedback loop.  But despite the comics within the comics, her
fellow heroes didn't believe...

   You know what?  Just go with it.  It was weird and didn't even make
sense within the comics themselves, but it was fun and was part of her
background and personality so we included some of it in our version of
She-Hulk.  We'll just leave it at that.



   When we broke up, I noticed that Ororo and Diana met as if by mutual
consent and left the room whispering to each other.  Alpha later reported
that they were talking about their shared, shadowy memories of a time when
the two of them were merged into a single character, Amazon, during the
Amalgam DC-Marvel Comics crossover...  but I didn't need Alpha's report to
know it.

   Their memories of the shared event were designed by Alpha to be a bit
hazy, but what memories they had would indeed match up.  Not meaning to get
ahead of the story, but that connection between the two of them led to a
fairly quick friendship, which led to the newcomers being accepted into the
household much more quickly than normal.

   For nerds who want to get technical, Ororo and Diana were separate
characters in the Amalgam Universe, though Ororo was the one who
effectively took on the Wonder Woman mantle.  However, you should also
remember that in one of the followup miniseries, Doctor Strangefate
directly merged the two characters into Amazon.  (Sigh) I think further
nitpicking on this issue would be pointless.  Continuity in comic books is
to be appreciated where it exists and not taken too seriously where it does
not.

   I dug out my old copy of Amazon, a one-shot comic introducing their
melded character, and followed the two of them.  They stopped whispering as
I approached.  I handed the comic to Ororo, the closer of the two at the
time, and walked off without saying a word.



   As I've pointed out more than once, Daria and Jane were the two 'normal'
women in the household that couldn't accept the existence of superheroes
from other dimensions.  (Sure, go ahead and think that through if you want
to bask in the full mess/irony of two artificially created women, based on
cartoon characters themselves, who don't believe in the reality of comic
book characters from other dimensions despite the very strong physical
evidence supporting that false claim.)

   Of course the problem was a lot more Daria than Jane, so Daria was the
one I had slowly been feeding science books about theories that supported
or even demanded the existence of parallel dimensions.  None of those books
supported the notion of easy travel between dimensions, but getting Daria
to accept their existence was my major goal, which had been mostly
accomplished.  Daria had finally worked up to a don't-ask-don't-tell style
policy.  As long as no one directly confronted her with their claim to be
comic book characters from other worlds, she wouldn't go around questioning
people's sanity.

   The trouble was, I had no idea how she would react to a seven-foot-tall
heavily muscled woman with green skin.

   As it turns out, it eventually worked out marginally better than I
expected.



   Daria and Jane had graduated from college over a year before, after five
years of classes.  Daria required five years because she had gone after a
double-major (English and Journalism) while working at AARD.  Jane took
five years because...  well, aside from her skill as an artist, she really
wasn't all that good of a student.  Though Daria was toying with the notion
of a graduate degree, she was keeping herself busy beyond her job as AARD
Project Coordinator by writing novels and trying to syndicate an OpEd
column.  Jane was happy to be out of college and even happier to have some
free time to work on her own paintings and sculptures.  Her graphic
designer job at AARD was not very demanding.

   The point is that they were both out of the office that afternoon when
the alarm was sent.

   Alpha let me know when they entered the front gates, but either I was
too slow or they were faster than expected, because I caught up with them
just when they caught sight of Jennifer and Kitty, sitting and talking with
a few other women.

   Daria took one look at them, said "Oh, lord," and began stomping up the
stairs.

   I briefly considered how she might have reacted if we had also grown a
version of Lockheed, Kitty's pet dragon, then moved to catch up with her.

   "Daria, Jane, I wanted to talk to you..." I began.

   "Not now, Frank," Daria said, cutting me off.  "I'll have some snarky
comments to offer later, just...  just give me a few minutes to get my
denial reflex up to speed, okay?"

   I stopped and let Daria head on upstairs.  Jane, on the other hand,
stayed with me.

   "So, Frank...  more 'visitors'?" she asked, doing air quotes to
emphasize the question.

   "Yes, friends of Anna this time."

   "Good for her.  So...  being a mutant can make you like bodypaint?"

   "Jennifer isn't a mutant, and it's not bodypaint.  Come on, I'll
introduce you."

   Jane was able to be nice-ish.  Although she couldn't hide her amusement
at Jennifer's appearance, making more than one than one comparison to
Kermit the frog, she said them with a friendly smile on her face.  (I don't
think Jennifer knew who Kermit was, but she understood the 'frog' part.)

   When she came down a few minutes later, Daria was apparently ready to be
a full-on snarky bitch, focusing on Jennifer as the central threat to her
world-view.

   After being introduced, Daria said, "So, She-Hulk, right?"

   Jen nodded, saying, "That's me."

   "So...  do we need to worry about getting cancer if we stand too close
to you?"

   "Huh?  Why would you think that?"

   "Well, supposedly your blood can infect people with gamma radiation..."
Her comment ended as she broke into laughter.

   Okay, I'll admit the idea is laughable, but not 'funny' laughable.  And
the comment wasn't really up to Daria's usual standards, quality-wise.

   "Daria," I said in a reprimanding tone, "Jennifer is our guest, and I
expect you to be nice to her."

   "Guest, you say?  And how long before a guest becomes a resident?"

   "Daria, may I speak to you for a moment?  In private?"

   Daria sighed the the sigh of the put-upon and followed me out of the
room.

   Behind me, Kitty said, "Wow, she's a bit...  unpleasant."

   Kara explained, "Daria is actually the most normal person in the house.
She just doesn't believe in...  she has difficulties accepting the idea of
superheroes in this world.  I think she and Jane and maybe Rei are the only
people in the house who haven't had any...  let's call them 'extra-normal'
life experiences.  At least, not until she moved here."

   Kasumi, who was just passing by at that moment, added, "Once you get to
know each other, you'll see that she's really a very sweet young woman."



   Over the past few years, Daria had mellowed out a lot.  She still didn't
suffer fools, but since she had been living outside the artificially
shallow environment of high school, she had gotten much better with social
graces.  She would never be like Kasumi -- kind, giving and helpful -- but
she made friends more easily and made fun of others less frequently.

   But at that particular moment, I was trying not to be angry with Daria
for being just shy of openly hostile.

   "What was that about?" I asked tersely.

   "You're right, I should have made Geiger counter noises.  No, that one's
not good enough either.  I mean, I had the prep time upstairs; why didn't I
come up with something then?  Maybe..."

   "Daria..."

   "What?  Someone with green skin walks in and you expect me to believe
she's She-Hulk?"

   "I expect you to be nice to our visitors regardless of your opinion of
their name, appearance or history."

   "Oh, come on.  If she thinks she's actually She-Hulk, then she thinks
she got a radioactive blood transfusion from the Hulk, right?  That's
ridiculous on a number of levels."

   "First of all, how do you know that?  You're not really a comic book
fan."

   "I googled 'tall green comic book women' when I went upstairs," she said
guiltily.

   "Ah.  Second, you haven't had this kind of problem with Kara or Anna or
the others.  Why now with her?"

   "The worst the others have done is work out a lot or match their hair
styles to a comic book character.  None of them were nuts enough to dye
their skin green."

   "I'm not going to get into the stuff you're conveniently forgetting, and
I will deal with the skin problem when she's ready to let me.  But you need
to be civil.  They are guests in our house and I would appreciate it if no
one made fun of how they look.  Okay?"

   "That's another thing.  Anytime someone becomes a 'guest' in this house,
they end up staying forever."

   "They're friends of Anna.  They have no money and are a long way from
home.  I'm not going to kick them out in the cold." I saw Daria raise a
finger and open her mouth, and quickly corrected myself.  "In the
metaphorical cold." It was early October in Texas, not yet cold weather. 
"If they don't want to stay here, I won't make them, but I'm not going to
turn them away if they need help."

   "Frank, they need more help than you or I can give."

   I smiled, hugged her close and kissed her forehead.  "Please be nice. 
For me."

   At my tender touch, I felt a little shiver run through her small frame.

   "Okay.  But only because you're the one asking."

   After that, Daria was generally much nicer, or at least did a lot more
self-censoring.



   Another conversation of note that evening took place when I was out of
the room.  Actually, it was a conversation that almost derailed my
seduction plans.

   "So, Rogue," asked Kitty slowly.  "Why is everyone here a girl except
for Frank?"

   "Well, Frank owns the house and the business where most of us work, so
that's why he's here..." Anna started.

   "Isn't that, like, extreme sexual harassment?"

   "Huh?  Oh, no, we lived here before we started workin' for him.  Or...
Ah'm not sayin' this exactly right...  Most of us ended up here when we
were stuck with no way to get back home.  Frank took us in an' gave us
jobs."

   "Okay.  So why is everyone else here a woman?"

   "That's just the way it turned out.  Kara thinks Frank has some kinda
natural super pheromone.  She jokes that if he ever went to one of our
universes, we'd have to stick him in one-a those hazmat suits to keep him
from bein' swarmed by women."

   "So he's a mutant?"

   "Ah don't know.  Ah doubt it, but who knows."

   "Do you mean he's going to want to sleep with us?"

   "Kitty, Ah'm not really comfortable talkin' about this with you.  Ah
mean, you're a lot younger, and...  y'know..." Anna trailed off awkwardly.

   "I'm as old as half the women I've met here so far.  And I'm not some
blushing virgin.  Plus I'm not going to stay here if I have to sleep with
some guy to do so."

   "It's not like that.  He won't try to sleep with you.  If you're like
the rest of us, you'll try to sleep with him."

   "So you've slept with him?"

   "God, yes."

   "All the women here have slept with him?"

   "Yes, but it's not like it sounds..."

   "Rogue, we need to get you out of here."

   "Kitty, stop!  Ah'm just sayin' this all wrong.  Frank doesn't make us
do anythin'.  He's just a really nice guy who's also really smart, rich and
good lookin'.  He's basically the perfect boyfriend...  and we decided to
share him."

   "The perfect boyfriend who just happens to have super pheromones?  Uh
huh."

   "He doesn't have super pheromones!  Geez, Ah was just tellin' you that
cause it's Kara's favorite joke.  Yes, lots of women like him, but lots
more just say Hi and move on by.  Besides, pheromones can't explain why
only women have shown up needin' his help, yourself included.

   "If you need a reason, go ask Zatanna.  Blossom thinks it's cause Frank
just has a big credit with Karma and havin' lots of girlfriends is how the
universe is payin' him back, but Zatanna has this whole theory based on
magical statistics or somethin'."

   "Karma and magical statistics?"

   "Ah'm not too sure about the Karma thing.  Seems like we give him lots
of headaches and trouble too."

   "And you think Jennifer, Ororo and me are going to start sleeping with
him too?"

   "Ah...  Well, first of all, Ah think we need to leave Jennifer out of
the discussion.  If what Ah've heard about her night life is true..."

   "Fair enough.  Jennifer supposedly really likes to...  ummm...  to
party...  a lot."

   "So as far as you and 'Ro go, Ah'm sure the rest of us would be
perfectly happy with y'all not sleepin' with him.  Especially...  Ah mean,
Ah know Ah...  that is to say, you're too...  well...  Ah'm sorry, Kitty,
it's just that Ah've known you since you were...  what?...  15?  14?"

   "Something like that."

   "Ah just can't stop thinkin' of you when you were so young, so you still
seem much too young for me to imagine you with..." Anna trailed off,
embarrassed both at the idea of Kitty having sex and because she couldn't
stop thinking of her as a much-too-young teenager.

   "I get it," Kitty sighed.  "So, which one was Zatanna again?"

   Kitty left to seek out our resident magic expert.  If you're interested
in Zatanna's theory, go read Chapter Eight.  Zatanna's theory of luck had
evolved a bit but the core idea was still the same.

   Regardless, Zatanna was able to reassure Kitty enough to keep her from
running away.  The young Miss Pryde shared her information and suspicions
with Ororo and Jennifer.  Ororo shared her experiences with Diana.  And
Jennifer complained that she couldn't go out and there was only one man in
the household, but she was happy to hear that at least he wasn't
exclusively taken by one of the other women.



   After the rigors of the day, I was ready for a relaxing evening.  I
entered my bedroom with my escorts for the evening, with Daria on one arm
and Jane on my back.  Ever since that first time with Eiko, Jane had
occasionally decided that I was to be 'ridden' to my bedroom on her special
nights.

   Once inside my room, I noticed that there were leather restraints laid
out on my bed, ready to be attached to bind someone spread-eagle in the
center of the mattress.

   "So Cowgirl," I asked, "who are those for?"

   "They're to hold our pony in place while we ride him."

   "Moi?" I asked with mock incredulity.

   "Well, Daria wouldn't let me tie HER down, and I really want to ride on
top tonight, so that only leaves you."

   I glanced at Daria, who looked back at me and shrugged as she was
removing her shoes.

   "Don't look at me," she intoned.  "I think helpless women being tied up
for sex is completely passe nowadays."

   I occasionally played the sub, but rarely let myself be tied up. 
Still...

   "Okay," I said.  "You've let me tie you up on more than one occasion, so
I'm willing to let you have a go at me tonight.  Just don't leave me tied
up all night, or I'll be really stiff and sore in the morning."

   Jane hopped down from her perch on my back and grabbed a floppy plastic
paddle from under the bed.

   "Now, Mister Pony, strip."

   "Yes, mam," I said as I began to pull off my clothes.  Daria slowed her
own disrobing to watch me, so I turned it into an exaggerated striptease. I
won't say I was any good at the dance, but I tried to have fun with it.  I
barely remembered to pull out my earpiece before lowering my silk boxers to
the floor.

   I jumped a little as Jane swatted my rear with her paddle.  It stung a
little, but not much.

   "On the bed now, Mister."

   "Just remember that there may be payback next time," I warned her with a
grin.

   "That better be a promise, Mister," she said with a grin and a growl. 
Then she smacked me again, indicating that I should lie down on my back.

   Leather cuffs were quickly attached to my wrists and ankles, then the
attached tethers pulled tight leaving me spread-eagle in the middle of my
very large bed.

   Jane was still completely dressed, and the now naked Daria took
advantage of the situation to climb aboard, mounting my erect cock in one
swift motion.

   She hissed in pleasure as Jane yelled, "Hey, I'm first!"

   Daria started to bounce on me, but spared a moment to glance back at
Jane and say, "You snooze, you lose."

   After only a couple bounces, I noticed Jane moving up behind Daria,
readying the paddle.  Daria must have noticed something, because she said,
"There will be Hell to pay if you do anything stupid, Lane."

   I was the only one with a good view of Jane's expression as she paused
to consider, shrugged and swung the paddle at Daria's bouncing ass.

   Daria cried out in surprise and hopped off of me.  I wish I could have
properly enjoyed the brief cat fight, but unfortunately she tackled Jane
off the bed and out of my view.  I heard some grunts and a couple cries,
then Daria stood up, paddle in hand.

   "Go get another set of cuffs and get back here.  Now!" Daria demanded.

   Jane scurried out the door.  "Ring gag too!" Daria called after her.

   "Well that was unexpected," I said.

   "Hush, Mister Pony," she said with a grin.  Then speaking in a quiet
voice, she continued, "She probably expected this to happen.  She knows
she's not allowed to paddle me or slap me with a crop or...  you know."

   Jane was back in about a minute with four more leather cuffs, having
already gagged herself.  The ring gag let her tongue function as normal but
kept her from speaking...  or at least from speaking clearly.  It also
tended to dry out her mouth very quickly.

   "Strip!" Daria ordered.

   With minor protesting growls, Jane disrobed, suffering only a few
paddle-slaps for her slowness and mutters.

   Daria made Jane put the cuffs on herself, then climb on top of me.  I
was expecting her to be lashed down in a 69 position on top of me, but
instead Jane's wrists and ankles were all latched together in a hogtie. 
Her face was placed at my crotch, but there was no way I could reach her
cunt.  She started licking me, but Daria pushed her away a little as she
re-mounted.

   Once she was solidly impaled again, she pulled Jane's face closer and
urged her to start licking.  Given her situation, I doubt all of Jane's
licks were on target, but they apparently did the job.  Daria got off twice
in less than five minutes of fucking me, though I was a long way from
coming myself.

   "That was a good Janey.  Now for your reward." Daria's naturally
monotone nasal voice made it sound like she was being sarcastic, but
apparently she meant it.

   Refusing to relinquish her spot, Daria pulled Jane around until she was
able to unhook the cuffs, then she rearranged Jane into the 69 position I
had expected earlier.

   "All right, Mister Pony, start licking Slave Jane."

   Now unbound, Jane thrust her pussy down onto my face, and I dug in with
gusto.  At the same time, Daria started riding me again, and this time I
occasionally felt the brush of Jane's tongue on my shaft.

   A sudden smacking sound just above my head made me jump.  I thought Jane
jumped too...  actually I was pretty sure she jumped since Jane was the one
who got smacked on her ass by Daria's paddle.  The following smacks didn't
make me jump, but I did twitch with every hit.  (It sounded like it was
impacting really close to my head.)

   I went back to my licking, occasionally catching orders from Jane to
"Dig deeper" or "Lick my clit".

   After a couple dozen smacks or so, Jane had a huge orgasm.  For a
moment, I thought I was drowning in her juices.

   A few minutes later, Daria had a couple more orgasms in quick succession
and she finally dismounted.  Given her normal multi-orgasmic reactions to
sex, Daria was actually running well below normal.

   "Good girl," she said to Jane, petting her head like Jane was a prize
poodle.  "Now it's your turn.  Mount up."

   As Jane mounted my cock, Daria moved to my straddle my head.  Daria
doesn't really get off on oral sex as much as Jane does, but she still
enjoys it.  While Jane started bouncing, I worked on Daria's nether lips
and clit at a slow leisurely pace, making sure to keep her excited without
really trying to bring her off.  The next time I saw Jane, her gag was
gone, so I'm guessing they did some kissing while riding me.

   Without the ability to pump my hips very much myself, I was still a long
way from coming.  In all, Daria and Jane must have ridden me for over an
hour before I finally blasted off in Daria's cunny.

   Daria unhooked my cuffs but then reconnected my wrists to Jane's so that
we were lying on our sides, facing each other.  Then she crawled in-between
us so that basically we were holding her all night long.

   My left arm was completely numb when I woke up, but it was worth it to
see Daria's contented expression as she slept.  She doesn't look happy or
content very often.

   Later I found out that Alpha had used the implants to turn Jane off for
the night so she wouldn't wake me by moving around in her sleep.  As I
understand it, having her conscious mind turned off like that gave her a
night of deep, dreamless sleep.



   The following day, Anna and I took Ororo and Kitty shopping, while
Jennifer planned to search online for clothes.  This shopping trip had a
bit different dynamic than most of my previous ones.

   For starters, Ororo and Kitty had almost a surrogate mother-daughter
relationship, which meant they weren't inclined to seductive displays in
front of each other.  Next, at this point, Kitty was determined to resist
my charms.  If I read her right, Storm was not opposed to spending time
with me, but she was a bit suspicious.  Her growing friendship with Diana
encouraged trust-by-association, but her life experiences naturally made
her hesitant to quickly open up to anyone new.

   Opposing their distrust and determination, little implants, mostly
located in their heads, were busy stimulating chemical releases every time
they interacted with me.  These were the v6.2 updated implants, with a lot
better, stronger and subtler controls than our early versions, which seemed
crude by comparison.  Every time they heard my voice, they felt a little
tingle.  Every time they saw me looking at them, it increased.  When I
actually focused my attention on them, looked in their eyes or touched
them, their clits would throb and their vaginas would release lubrication.
And even without the implants, they were designed to be responsive to my
natural pheromones.

   The manipulation went beyond simple libidos.  When I spoke, their
attention was drawn to me above any other conversation.  They had a
subconscious, natural inclination to trust me and seek my approval.

   None of this was overriding.  None of it was strong enough to deny their
free will at any given moment.  Instead it was cumulative.  Sometimes
subtle, sometimes not, each little interaction touched their psyche,
molding it into a woman who desired me regardless of any other
circumstances or complications.

   While this could (and often did) result in a quick and immediate
attraction to me, it was only guaranteed to work in the long term.  In the
short term during that shopping trip, I didn't get the attention I was used
to receiving.  They did model some of their clothes for me, but the
displays weren't as seductive as normal.  Although I noticed they each
bought a few sexy outfits, Anna was their only audience when those clothes
were modeled.

   We picked up a few pieces for Jennifer from a Big and Tall Men's store,
and the ladies picked out some underwear for her using whatever arcane
female measurements they had made that morning.  It all fit okay, but none
of it fit perfectly.



   It turns out that Jennifer had spent more time talking with Alpha than
she had spent shopping online.  Like their fellow heroines from the DC
universe, the Marvel women were equally used to friendly and unfriendly
AIs. However unlike the others, She-Hulk had lived, worked, and fought
side-by-side with Vision -- or is it 'The Vision'?  -- for years.  Having
Dorothy living in the household gave Alpha a face, and Jennifer had no
problem treating her as a person and potential friend.

   Jen had asked Dorothy a lot of the standard questions.  Who chose her
face & body and why?  How strong was she?  How fast?  Was she anatomically
correct?  Could she work independently of Alpha?

   She added one question that even the DC women hadn't thought to ask: Did
Dorothy ever think about becoming a superhero?

   That led to a more in-depth discussion of superheroes in the real world,
how they might work and how they definitely wouldn't.  From there, they
moved on to Physics, an examination of their dimensional travel device and
the possible problems with and methods of returning them to their own
world.

   Probably the most important thing to come out of that conversation was
their discussion of how Alpha might be able to turn Jennifer's green skin
to white.  Well, pink Caucasian, but you know what I mean.  Add to that how
everyone, Alpha included, explained the problems Jennifer was going to have
if she stayed green, and She-Hulk finally agreed to give the change a try.



   That afternoon, we had the largest crowd I've ever had in my basement
lab.  A dozen people had crowded in to watch Jennifer, clad only in a
rather tight bikini, climb into my largest nanopod.

   "All right, Miss Walters," I said as she settled down.  "The good news
is that this shouldn't hurt at all.  The bad news is, this will probably
itch so badly it will give you nightmares."

   "That's what Dorothy said."

   "Are you sure we can't give you something to knock you out for a while?"

   "I can take it."

   "Let me know if you change your mind.  Meanwhile, hold still as best you
can.  The more you move, the longer it will take."

   After about five minutes, she was rigidly stiff, her fists clenched as
if she was holding on to something for dear life.

   "Okay, Stop!" she said through her gritted teeth.

   "We still have a minimum of 34 minutes to go, perhaps as long as 96
minutes," said Dorothy.

   "Put me to sleep or something.  I feel like I want to tear my skin off!"

   "Alpha, pause the operation," I said.

   Jennifer suddenly relaxed slightly and started scratching and rubbing
all over.  Dorothy approached her with a syringe and, when Jennifer stopped
scratching long enough to allow it, she carefully injected it into
Jennifer's arm.  A couple minutes later, she was unconscious and the
operation resumed.

   Over the next fifty-one minutes, green seemed to leak out of her skin
and into the nanopod goo, leaving behind pink, untanned skin.  Her white
bikini turned green as well, and I wondered if it would need to be thrown
out.

   I hadn't really had time to get used to her green skin, but even so, she
looked very different now...  normal, except for her seven-foot wrestler's
frame.  (I think technically she beat out Power Girl for the largest
breasts in the house, but only because she was at least a foot taller and
still had large breasts for her frame.  I was pretty sure that if Kara was
proportionally sized up a bit, her bust would regain its title.)

   Once all the nanites had been recovered -- except for the normal 5% or
so that died during use, which were dragged out of the body and left in the
goo to be flushed away -- Dorothy waved smelling salts under Jennifer's
face to wake her up.

   (Two minor secrets: One, the syringe had only been filled with saline
solution.  Jennifer's implants were what made her unconscious.  She was
switched back on at the same time the smelling salts were used.  Two, the
color wasn't removed from her skin.  Her affected skin cells were removed,
and replacement cells were grown.)

   "So, how'd it...  Well, would you look at that!" she said, seeing her
arms and torso.  "Do you have a mirror handy?  And a shower?" The greenish
goo clung to her in places, probably including some places she didn't want
to think about.

   "The only mirror down here is by the sink," I said pointing off to the
side.  "To the left of the sink is our shower-slash-emergency wash station.
It's good enough to get most of the goo off."

   Jennifer climbed out of the pod, with her friends offering steadying
hands.  She made her way over to the small mirror and shower, followed by a
small wall of females and a quiet murmur and coo of voices.

   I suppressed a rush of pretty strong annoyance at being blocked from a
good show in my own home lab.  I could see Jennifer's head, given her
height, until she ducked down to rinse off under our showerhead.

   Finally, just before I was going to call out, Jennifer pushed through
the small crowd.  She was pulling her bikini top back into place, then
looked up and noticed me.  Although she was at least fifteen feet away, I'm
pretty sure she shivered a bit when she saw me staring at her.

   Striking a pose with her hands resting on her cocked hips, she asked in
a quiet, husky voice, "So, how do I look?"

   I took in her non-green form for just a moment before responding.  I
didn't want to leer or be rude, but when a beautiful woman looks at you
like that, her nipples trying to poke out of the thin fabric covering them,
you can't help but take a moment to drink the image in.

   "You look like a normal woman."

   "Normal?"

   "Well, a normal woman who happens to be very tall, very fit and very
pretty."

   "That's better."



   With She-Hulk looking human and with all three newcomers conveniently
together, we started setting up their new identities.

   We spent a little time picking out names for their new identities. 
'Jennifer Walters' was common enough that even with its link to She-Hulk,
it shouldn't raise any suspicions.  Diana's ID shared the same last name,
but having two unrelated 'Walters' shouldn't be a big deal.

   'Katherine "Kitty" Pryde' was much too unique and well-known.  Though
she could, of course, keep her nickname 'Kitty', she eventually agreed to a
new identity as Katherine Preiss.  (I honestly don't know why she decided
on 'Preiss', and I made a mental note to ask Alpha about it later.)

   'Ororo' was a problem though.  Sure 'Munroe' was common enough as a last
name, but there was no way we could get away with calling a white-haired
black woman Ororo and not raise some eyebrows.  We changed it slightly to
'Aurora' and shifted it to her middle name.  Her middle name, Iqadi, was
changed to Imara (Swahili for 'strong' or something) as a first name, for a
full name of 'Imara Aurora Munroe' which still easily allowed for 'Ro' as a
nickname.



   I spent that evening with the Powerpuffs, and while it was certainly
fun, if I actually recount every intimate encounter I have, it would take
forever to write down anything, so I'm just going to leave it at that.

   The next morning, I went shopping again, this time with Jennifer. 
Somehow she convinced the others to let us go shopping alone, so it was
just the two of us.

   Finding clothes to fit a seven-foot-tall woman was a bit challenging,
but Alpha had provided a list of stores in the area that should carry items
in her size.  Plus she could still wear some normal-size clothes, they just
looked a bit...  short...  on her.  Normal shirts and skirts became belly
shirts and miniskirts, and Jennifer was not averse to showing some skin. 
She was also very much in favor of drawing attention to herself.

   She-Hulk has a bit of a split personality.  In her human form, she is a
bit shy and retiring, though she has gained confidence in recent years.  In
her hulked-out form, she loves attention and fun and sex.  She may have
lost the green skin, but her She-Hulk personality was fully in force. 
(Anyone who only knows the character from John Byrne's run should read the
Dan Slott issues to update themselves a bit, especially the first issue
where she gets kicked out of the Avengers Mansion for partying too much and
risking security by bringing home a different guy every night.  There's a
great bit where she gets a wake-up call when a male underwear model dumps
her because she's too shallow.)

   All the flirting and sexy poses that I missed from my shopping trip with
Ororo and Kitty were back in full force with Jennifer.  In fact, when you
combine some of her outfit choices with how up-close-and-personal she got,
it was easy to see that (1) she shaved her 'camel toe' region and (2) she
was really enjoying showing off (or at least teasing me).

   Yes, okay, I knew all about her personality and shaved nether regions,
but I try to keep such knowledge separate from my actual interactions with
people.  Besides, there's a huge difference between looking at an
unconscious, brain-dead naked body covered in goo and a living woman who
walks up to you while you're sitting down, stops a foot away and asks if
you like her matching lacy bra and panties set.  With the former, you might
notice her bare crotch; with the latter, you enjoy letting your eyes drift
down from her soft breasts and rigid nipples to see the skin-tight smooth
pubic region.

   I was actually surprised that she didn't try to jump me when we got
home. She just gave me a tonsil-sucking kiss, said 'Thank you' and winked
at me as she carried her clothes upstairs.



   Over dinner, we started talking about what our new ladies might want to
do with their lives while they were here.  Even though they had hopes of
being rescued after a few months or a year, we needed to plan as if they
were going to stay here long-term.

   She-Hulk was the easiest, since she was the only one of the three who
had a normal job in addition to her Avengers duties; Jennifer Walters was a
lawyer.  While Alpha had added in a lot of useless super-hero-related law
to her work-related memories, she was at least 90% qualified to take the
bar exam in the real world.  One problem: nowadays you needed a law degree
to be allowed to take the bar exam.  Some education Alpha could fake, but
she probably couldn't fake enough to let her take the bar.  So, Jennifer
would be heading back to school.  Using a falsified transfer of credits,
she would need only one year of college for an undergraduate degree, then
law school, though her implanted experience and knowledge should make it
relatively easy.  There were at least two law schools in the DFW metroplex,
so keeping her local wouldn't be too big of a problem.

   Ororo and Kitty were somewhat more difficult.  Ororo's resume of thief,
rain goddess and mutant team leader didn't really translate well to the
real world.  Kitty was not much better, with her list of jobs like mutant
superhero, ninja, secret agent and dimensional traveler.

   Kitty was not too old to look out of place in college, so that seemed
the most likely choice for her.  Ororo however...  eventually we uncovered
that she was fluent in a number of different languages, ranging from French
to Swahili.  Given AARD's rapid expansion, hiring a translator for the
company was not out of the question.

   In case anyone wonders, I have no idea whether the comic-book-version of
Storm is multilingual or not, but it makes sense.  Her character has
traveled a lot over the course of her life and spent a lot of time in
Africa as a young woman.



   After dinner, I spent a couple hours in the basement working with Alpha
to try to make up for missing a couple days of work.  When I emerged,
Jennifer pounced.  Almost literally.

   "So, Frank," she said as she slid an arm around my shoulders, "tomorrow
night you're throwing a Welcome party for us.  Gonna have music and dancing
and drinks and lots of fun.  All right?"

   "Uhhhh...  I'm not sure that's a good idea.  People are going to ask
where you're coming from and why you're here.  Plus, who are you going to
ask to come?  You don't really know anyone yet."

   "Oh, come on, you have enough people living here to fill up a party
without asking anyone else.  Not a big one, maybe, and not nearly enough
guys, but we can have a blast as is!"

   "Okay, if you want to," I responded without a lot of enthusiasm.

   I don't want to brag, but my dancing has been favorably compared to
epileptic seizures.  I could glumly foresee a need to dance with everyone.
True, I had taken a couple classes a few years back, so I could shuffle my
feet back and forth in response to music, but the lessons didn't uncover
any actual talent on my part.  If we could avoid any free-form dancing, I
might be able to escape without embarrassing myself.

   "That's the spirit!  And tonight, you and me are going to have a
pre-party party of our own."

   "Umm...  you might need to check with..."

   "It's cool.  I traded for tonight with whatshername, that pretty
Japanese cook lady..."

   "Kasumi?"

   "Yeah, that's her.  You know, she seems like a really nice person.  And
a really good cook.  Heck, if she wants to come back with us when we get
rescued, I'm sure I can get her a job at Avengers Mansion."

   "Well, she..."

   "I know, I know.  This is her home.  But if there's one thing I've
learned it's that you never know what's going to happen when it comes to
dimensional travel."

   "Okay, but I think..."

   "Y'know, your setup here is kinda weird, what with all these women
sharing you around.  Organized, but weird.  Really raises my expectations
too.  So, do you think you can live up to how much everyone brags about
you?"

   "Jennifer," I said, finally fitting in more than a couple words in our
rather one-sided conversation, "usually I take someone out on a date or two
before I go about...  proving myself."

   "Good for you," she said with a smile, "but I'm not always that patient.
Strange new world, only one guy in the house...  you can see where I'm
going with this, right?"

   I nodded slowly.  "Yes..."

   "So...  I think you're pretty tasty looking, and your pants practically
ripped in two a few times while we were shopping, so I'm pretty sure you
like me too.  I have permission from your harem, so what's the problem?"

   "Well, no problem, per se..."

   "Good enough," she said as she pulled her arm from my shoulders, bent
over and slung me over her shoulder like a large sack of...  you know, no
one I know of carries flour that way, so that saying doesn't really make
sense to me...  I'm nowhere near as lumpy as a sack of potatoes...  how
about a large sack of...  of...  well, okay, nothing else springs to
mind... a slab of beef in a slaughterhouse?...  really messes up the mood.
Okay, I give up.  She slung me over her shoulder like a large sack.

   It was a bit undignified, but it was hardly the first time it had
happened to me.  As in past experiences, it gave me a nice view her ass,
and also as usual, she used the opportunity to firmly squeeze my own rear
end.

   I heard a few whistles and calls of encouragement as she easily carried
me up the stairs, but in a break from the usual, she stopped at the top and
whispered, "Which one is your room?"

   "Right," I whispered back, then considered my upside down perspective
and fought for a moment of clear thought.  "Wait.  Sorry, my upside-down
right, meaning your left, then to the end of the hall."

   A moment later, my door was open.  "Wow, big bed," she commented before
tossing me down onto my comforter.  Looking down on me, she said, "Come on.
Let's violate the comics code," as she pulled off her t-shirt and bra,
revealing large, pale breasts topped with wide, dark nipples, all hanging
on a wide, muscular frame.

   She looked around for a moment -- to my mind, she was checking for
observing comic book readers -- then asked that we keep the lights on.  (It
may seem like an odd request, but it made a kind of sense.  A comic
code-approved book could only show this upcoming scene if it were dark or
in shadows.) Me?  I'm a lights-on kind of guy by preference anyway.

   Then she descended on me, and, given her height, 'descended' is an
appropriate descriptive term.  She was easily the tallest woman I had ever
made love to.  We quickly stripped each other down, exploring the enjoyably
soft and hard bits.

   Her body was lean muscle and smooth skin.  Being artificially made, she
was able to have a body-builder's physique but still have large, soft
breasts.  I still occasionally looked at her expecting to see green skin,
but when I went after her pussy, I only saw pink.

   Like most of my other super-strong women, she was experienced enough to
know how to avoid hurting her lover -- real or virtual experience was the
same for this purpose -- keeping her legs spread and locking her hands onto
the edge of the mattress above her head.

   Even with her bland-tasting juices, her reactions were easily enough to
make the cunnilingus fun for both of us.  Plus she had the largest clit of
any woman I'd ever slept with.  I swear, it's maybe a little bigger than
the top joint of my middle finger.  It took a few minutes to ramp her up,
but once her sex had been primed, she came at least three times within two
minutes, thrusting her hips up against my tongue.

   After I finished eating her out, I kept going with slow, steady strokes
of my fingers until she had calmed down.

   "Oh, I really needed that," she said.  Looking over at me, she added,
"But all the same, you're not done yet, right?"

   "Not by a long shot," I said as I crawled over to the bedside table.  I
retrieved a condom and rolled it on.

   "I've been on birth control back home," she said as she watched me, "but
I don't know if you have the same pills here or not.  I guess I'll have to
go see a doctor or something."

   I nodded at her.  Like my other women with improved musculature, she was
actually sterile but did not know it.  My fear was that her inhumanly
strong muscles could inadvertently damage a fetus or even eject it
prematurely.  Besides, I didn't particularly want a house full of children.
I wanted children someday, sure, but not right now.  So I kept a supply of
condoms available for women who had yet to go on the pill or get some other
type of contraceptive.

   "Come on," she said with a grin.  "Let's fuck!"

   She looked around briefly, then repeated the word.  "Fuck, fuck, fuck.
That's just such a fun word to say, y'know?"

   I rarely cuss myself, but she took such an almost child-like delight in
saying 'fuck' that you couldn't help but smile.

   "All right, then," I agreed.  "Prepare to be fucked."



   Despite her physical size, her vaginal canal did not seem noticeably
larger than normal, and I slid into the tight wet hole without a problem.

   We both hissed in pleasure, and I held still for a moment, just enjoying
the sensation.  I hope I never get tired of the feeling.

   The fuck started out nice and slow, with long strokes, but before long I
was pumping as fast as I could.  Her vaginal muscles gripped tightly, and I
briefly entertained the nightmarish image of fucking a full-powered
She-Hulk and coming away with a squished, pulpy mass that had once been a
penis.  I've had similar nightmares about Kara and Diana and such.

   Her height had one significant advantage, which was that I didn't need
to bend down at all to reach her breasts.  I could simply lower my head and
try to catch a nipple with my lips as they rolled back and forth. 
Occasionally she would bend her head forward to catch me in a
tongue-sucking kiss, but since kissing slowed the fucking, the kisses never
lasted for very long.

   When she orgasmed, she would let out a rumbling moan that seemed to
shake the bed.  Her legs would curl up around me and hold me in place for a
minute, unmoving.  Then she would relax and I would restart.  She didn't
have the extended orgasms that some of my women had, but like all of them,
she was very multi-orgasmic.

   In varying positions, we fucked for somewhere between an hour and an
hour and a half.  Jen seemed almost tireless in pursuit of orgasms.  When I
would get tired, she'd switch to riding me.  When I regained my strength,
she'd let me take over again.  When I came, she'd peel off the condom and
suck me back to full hardness.  Among other things, I discovered she was
the first of my artificial women whose cervix I could not reach in any
position.

   In that time, I came three times.  That isn't an unexpected number for
me, but it was unusual to have three so quickly.  Usually, I'll come once
in the first 10-30 minutes, then a second time 30-60 minutes later.  (I
usually have to actively work to hold back so I can fuck everyone who wants
it.) Jennifer on the other hand...  well, I lost track of how many orgasms
she achieved.  Maybe as many as two dozen.

   Finally I had enjoyed myself enough for the evening and crawled to a
non-sweaty section of bedsheets.

   "That's it for me tonight," I said as I crawled.

   "Oh, come on.  Just one more."

   "Sorry, Jen.  If you really need more, I know some of the ladies have
some strap-ons or vibrators..."

   "I've done it with women before, but it's kind of unfulfilling.  Like
eating soy burgers.  Sure it fills you up, but it just doesn't taste
right."

   "Well, this particular burger is tired.  I lost track of how many cums
you had, so I consider my duty done."

   "No argument there.  I enjoyed that more than...  well, more than even
certain superheroes who shall remain nameless.  Which is why I want more."

   "If I get a good night's sleep, you might be able to tempt me with a
morning roll-in-the-hay.  For now, good night!"

   I crawled back to her long enough to kiss her, then put my earpiece in
its charger, turned off the lights with my remote and burrowed under the
sheets.  A moment later, she moved up behind me, laying one long arm across
my hip and pressing her breasts up against my bare back.  Together, we
drifted off to sleep.



   I woke up before Jen did the next morning, and quietly got out of bed. I
debated whether or not to exercise, but decided I would probably get plenty
of workouts in other ways.  Whenever I sleep with a new woman, my
pre-existing women tend to demand a bit more attention, perhaps wanting to
reassure themselves that they have a claim on me.  I expected to be
approached for sex three or four times before evening.

   I brushed my teeth and started the water for the shower.  One of the
disadvantages of tankless water heaters was that it always took an extra
minute to warm up, which was a small price to pay for unlimited hot water.
There were newer designs for tankless heaters that worked much faster, but
it really wasn't worth the investment in time, money and effort to replace
our current, perfectly good units.

   Just as I was stepping into the shower, I felt hands grab my ass
unexpectedly.  I jumped in surprise and nearly slipped and bashed my head,
but Jennifer caught me from behind and kept me from falling.

   "Whoa, there.  You okay?" she asked.

   She was, of course, completely naked.  As I mumbled an affirmative
reply, she helped me into the shower and stepped in to join me.

   In addition to having the largest bathroom in the house, mine also has
the most options.  I have a separate jacuzzi-style tub and my shower has
multiple spray options, including a ceiling rain-style option.  Since the
normal shower head was not up high enough to accommodate Jen's height, I
switched it over to the ceiling/rain setting.

   "Thanks," she said, as she reached for the soap and washcloth.  Without
saying another word, she started lathering me up, taking her time in doing
so.  Not that I objected, especially not when she knelt in front to me to
clean my legs and 'equipment'.  After she gave me a once-over down below
and rinsed me off, she took my hardening cock in her mouth and swallowed.

   She lacked the artistry and skill many of my other women have, but she
was mostly definitely able to deep-throat.  What she did was simple, but
effective: She took my cock deep in her mouth, adjusted the angle of her
neck, and swallowed.  And kept on swallowing, even after my balls were
pressed against her chin.  Every thirty seconds or so, she would pull back
a little to take a breath, then she'd swallow again.  She gave very little
tongue action, rather making it more like throat-fucking than a blowjob.
After a couple minutes of this, I held her head in place and spurted

down her throat a few times.

   When she pulled my penis free of her mouth, I said, "Thank you, and good
morning to you too."

   "No problem.  I figured I owed you from last night."

   I stood her up and took my turn cleaning her up, eventually following
suit by eating her out as well.  We even washed each other's hair. 
Jennifer is not especially 'girly', but there's something intimate about
washing someone's hair that can often melt even the most manly of women.

   When we finished, I loaned her a robe and got dressed for the day.



   It was Friday, and I had taken the past few days off work to help the
newcomers settle in (and shop, etc), so I really needed to go in to the
office.  Anna and Diana stayed home to help out where needed, and a few
others were going to help set up for the party tonight.

   I answered emails, returned phone calls, passed along a few bits of
advice from Alpha to a few researchers and generally got mostly caught up
with work.  Kara gave me a morning under-the-desk blowjob, and Zatanna
seduced me for a mid-afternoon office quickie.  Bubbles and Jane each
separately came by a couple times, but had the bad luck of only finding me
in the company of other people.



   That afternoon, Alpha relayed an interesting conversation between Diana
and Ororo.

   "This is a nice room.  You share it with the magic woman?"

   "Zatanna, yes."

   "Is this picture yours or hers?  It looks a bit like you, and I think I
remember the clothes."

   (laugh) "Yes, that's a page from one of my comics.  Kara cut it out,
framed it and gave it to me as a joke.  Although not everything in my
comics actually happened to me, that particular conversation did."

   As neither of them read it out loud, let me point out that it shows a
conversation between Wonder Woman and Black Canary where Black Canary
explained to her that Wonder Woman's bosom was rated as the second best in
the country, just behind Power Girl's top-rated bust.  I want to say it was
issue #34 of the current WW series at the time, but I could be wrong.

   "So there's a competition between the two of you?"

   "Oh, a bit, I suppose.  We're friends and colleagues, even more here
than we were back home, but Kara likes to make sure everyone understands
that she was here first...  that she had first claim on Frank.  I'm sure
she thinks she's being subtle about it, but subtlety is not among her
skills."

   "I remember the story she told.  Diana, please forgive me if this
question is too personal, but I am curious.  From what I remember of my
time on Themyscira, you didn't really seem very interested in men, yet
now..."

   "Well, some of my sisters would no doubt be horrified to learn it, but I
am open to love in all forms.  Well, most forms.  Some people have very
strange ideas...  I suggest you be very careful what links you click on
when you go online...  but no matter.  I see nothing wrong with intimacy
between any willing man or woman in any combination and am personally open
to both sexes."

   "As I said, I am simply going by my own rather fuzzy memories.  Thinking
about it, I'll admit it does seem that our choices on the island were
rather too limited.  I myself have always preferred men, but I admit some
memories of my time there were rather...  intriguing."

   "Well, there was a reason we called it Paradise Island.  We were not
crass about it, but at night, orgasms sometimes flowed like fine wine."

   "I think I remember.  In fact, I think I remember you and I..."

   "Yes, you were a beautiful woman.  And still are for that matter."

   They weren't in a position which could be easily seen from Alpha's
pinhole camera, so I couldn't see to be certain, but from the sounds, I'm
pretty sure they kissed at that point.  And kept on kissing for a couple
minutes.

   "That was not quite as I remember it, but then we are a little older and
that was another life."

   "Ororo, you are welcome in my bed at any time.  Or if you do not wish
the company of a woman by herself, I could invite you to join me with
Frank. I am certain he would also welcome you."

   "Your situation here is very strange.  One man and all these women
sharing him peacefully.  The women rule his bed within his own house."

   "Yes, I suppose it is a bit odd, but in many ways, it reminds me of my
home back on Themyscira, with so many beautiful, strong women living
together.  If I must live without my powers, this is very close to my ideal
life."

   "Well, it does seem rather peaceful, which is a very nice change of
pace. Back home...  did you know that I am supposedly destined to marry a
king back home?"

   "Really?  A prophecy?"

   "Well, I'm not sure.  Do the comic books here count as prophesies?"

   (laughs) "Not entirely.  We decided that if you make allowances for
story-telling flourishes and a bit of censorship for public consumption,
our comics are perhaps 90% accurate.  I'm not certain if that estimate
holds true for your comics as well."

   "So there's maybe a 90% chance that I'll marry a man I barely know? 
Hmmm...  I'm not sure I like that.  Not that he's unattractive or unkind.
And it might be nice to be a queen...  I simply dislike the notion that my
future has already been decided for me."

   As they started to discuss the possibility of predestination, I stopped
listening.

   Storm was referring to her marriage to T'Challa, aka the Black Panther.
My own main objection to the marriage was how it seemed to come out of the
blue, affirmed mainly through revisionist and retroactive story-telling.

   I also noted that Ororo's personality was definitely on the serene side
at the moment.  In the comics, there were also plenty of times when she
played an indomitable fighter, but apparently Diana's influence brought out
more of the 'nature goddess' aspect (which was a bit odd, given that Diana
also had a violent warrior aspect to her personality).



   That evening, the party came off a bit better than I expected.  Elisa
and Jasmine came over, giving us 21 people (if you include Dorothy).  I
even brought my R2-D2-style Alphadroid home, where we fitted him with a
serving tray so he could wander around offering drinks to everyone.  Not
really enough for a PARTY party, but enough for a cocktail or
welcome-to-the-family party.

   Kasumi, with help enlisted from Rei and Dorothy, put out a large table
full of finger foods, small sandwiches and a variety of drinks, only half
of which were alcoholic.  Alpha served as DJ for the evening, trying to
maintain a fun atmosphere without intruding on everyone's attention.

   One problem was that at such parties, you normally have lots of
conversations where people catch up with each other.  That wouldn't work
well here, since we all lived together.

   To help start things off, I made a brief speech welcoming the newcomers
and put them on the spot to give a bit of background on themselves.  No
dramatic revelations came out, but it worked well to introduce themselves
without everyone having to read a bunch of comics.

   After about an hour, Buttercup and Jane pulled out one of those
adult-ish party games where you have to guess the subject from various
misleading clues, most of which were double entendres.  People joined and
left the competing sides, and we switched to an even more racy game where
people had to perform various tasks or answer various questions each round,
in an adult version of Truth or Dare.  (Examples included kissing the ass
of the person to the left or describing the first time you had oral sex.)

   I was greatly relieved that there was no dancing (aside from a couple
brief game-related mock stripteases).  I suspect someone warned Jennifer
about my lack of dancing ability, because fortunately she never tried to
clear dance floor space or try to start dancing.  No one got drunk, though
we did drink enough to loosen up and have fun.  Personally, I hate getting
drunk.  Yes, you can sometimes have a lot of fun while drunk, but I hate
the loss of control (and I'm always worried that I might blurt out
something secret).

   All in all, it was a fun evening.  I'm not sure it was what Jennifer
expected, but I think she had fun too.



   That evening, I went to bed with Anna, who invited Kasumi to join us. 
(I'm guessing she was trying to make up for Kasumi giving up the previous
night to Jennifer.)

   I made sure each lady had at least two orgasms each before I gave my
final load of the day to Anna.



   I spent most of Saturday morning at the office, doing more catch-up
work, then spent time with friends that afternoon.  (The friends and our
activities have no bearing on the story.)

   Saturday evening, I found out that I was taking Diana and Ororo out for
dinner and a concert.  I should point out that I knew I was taking Diana
out, as she had arranged the date a few weeks earlier.  I found out I was
taking Ororo too when she came downstairs with Diana, their arms linked
together, both dressed in formal evening gowns.

   "You both look lovely tonight..."

   "Thank you," said Diana.  "You look rather handsome yourself."

   "Uhh...  thank you.  Is Ororo coming with us?  You're most certainly
welcome, but I think we only reserved two tickets..."

   Diana reassured me.  "Alpha called and was able to get a third ticket
for us, though we had to change our seating to have all three seats
together."

   "Excellent.  If I may make it official, Ororo, would you be willing to
join us for dinner and a concert tonight?"

   "Thank you, yes.  I am looking forward to it."

   We had dinner reservations at a very nice four-star restaurant, followed
by a musical presentation by the newest Van Cliburn winner, backed up by a
small orchestra, all of which had been selected by Diana.  Myself, I like
classical, piano and orchestral music just fine, but I rarely make the
effort to go to live concerts.  (By 'rarely' I mean 'never unless someone
else arranges for me to go'.)

   When the evening began, it was apparent to me that she was resistant to
the idea of sleeping with me so soon after meeting me.  To her, our 'date'
was a chance to spend time with me to see if I interested her.  As for me,
my goal for the evening was to seduce Ororo without her realizing it.

   To me, that night was a good opportunity to work on her one-on-one.  No,
that's not the right phrasing because it implies Diana was to be ignored. I
absolutely did not ignore Diana, which is a virtually impossible task any
time she is physically present, but I touched Ororo more than I needed to.
I talked to her directly more often that I had before.  I looked her
directly in the eye often during dinner.  And at the concert, I sat between
the two ladies and held their hands.  I let my grip vary between loose and
tight, and occasionally even stroked my fingers along theirs in time with
the music.  I'm positive their implants played their libidos almost as
skillfully as the pianist we listened to.

   They each had enough self-control to avoid staring at me throughout the
presentation, which was beautiful and excellent, but when we stood up
afterwards, their legs were slightly wobbly, and I'm pretty sure I saw a
bit of dampness left behind on their seats.  (Unfortunately I couldn't
arrange a reasonable opportunity to look at the backs of their dresses
until later.)

   When we got home, Diana excused herself to go visit the bathroom, taking
Ororo with her.  Alpha reported that their bathroom visit consisted mostly
of Diana talking with Ororo about what she wanted to do, then the two of
them fixing their makeup and doing a quick bit of feminine hygiene cleanup.

   My jacket and tie were slung over my shoulder when they returned to find
me chatting with Dorothy/Alpha.

   "Ah, welcome back, ladies.  Let me thank you for a wonderful night out.
I know you had your choice of dating prospects, and I hope you'll remember
me when it comes time to choose again."

   Diana smiled at me, but said my name with a bit of a don't-make-jokes
warning tone.  "Frank...  please take us upstairs now."

   She pulled Ororo next to me, put my hand on my hip and looped Ororo's
arm through mine.  Then she moved to my other side and did the same, thus
linking the three of us like a short chain.

   Together, we made our way upstairs and to my bedroom.  Once the door was
closed behind us, Diana caught me, spun me to her and nearly smothered me
with a kiss.

   After a moment, she broke it off and said, "I think we should start with
you eating out Ororo.  Show her it is a skill men can learn as well."

   The sophistication of the evening's activities was definitely rubbing
off on me as I turned to the black-skinned beauty that stood next to us and
said, "I would not presume to even hint at asking when I've yet to have the
pleasure of a simple kiss." I think she was blushing, though I couldn't
tell with her naturally dark complexion.

   "I...  I'm sure...  I..."

   This is what our implants can do to a woman the first time, regardless
of how strong a personality or will she might have.

   To rescue her from her fragmented response, I held out a hand to her
her. She took it, and I drew her in for a kiss.  At the first touch of our
lips, I had planned to keep it light and work my way up to intense.  Ororo
had her own plan though, as she pulled me in tight, her hormones pushing
the intensity to full.

   As we kissed, I felt hands reach around from behind and begin to
unbutton my shirt.  When our kiss finally ended, we broke apart just enough
for Diana to pull my shirt off so she could begin working on Ororo's dress.
Diana did her best to manage the two of us as we kissed and groped,
stripping each of us down to our naked skin and helping ease us onto the
bed.

   Before long, I was working my way down the body of the lovely goddess
before me.  She was a mature, fit woman with large breasts and smooth skin.
Her hair was naturally white, and the carpet matched the drapes.  Given her
lack of a swimsuit-style costume, we had not given her a history of shaved
pubes and Diana had apparently not yet had time to encourage her to trim,
so I was given the rare treat of natural hair growth covering her vaginal
area.  (Eh, yeah, I prefer shaved pubic lips, but encountering something
different was a nice change of pace.  And since her body was newly created,
I didn't have to pick any hairs out of my teeth afterward.  Fresh bodies
don't lose hair as easily as mature ones do.)

   Once I had worked my way down between her legs, I gently pulled her lips
apart and got to work.  If I paused and concentrated, I could just detect a
hint of womanly flavor amid the juices.  Given another week, she would
taste almost normal.  Not that this dissuaded me from my appointed task.

   I enjoy eating women out for a variety of reasons.  Among them, I just
like to see and experience their reactions.  While fucking, I'm often a bit
caught up in my own sensations, but while licking, I can enjoy the pleasure
I'm giving with fewer distractions.  Watching a woman's body dance against
my tongue is just an amazing experience.  And we all experienced it that
night.

   Ororo was wound up and came quickly the first time.  I looked up at her
to see Diana holding Storm's head in her lap while she gently rubbed and
played with the bare breasts laid out before her.  I reapplied myself, this
time working my fingers into her vaginal canal while I licked her clitoris
and pulled on it with my lips.  She came a second time after about ten
minutes, and this time she came much more strongly, lifting her torso off
the bed and letting out a small scream.

   When she regained her senses, she found a naked Diana stretched out
alongside her with my face buried between her friend's legs.  After
watching for a moment, she rolled over onto her side, leaned over and
gently kissed Diana on the lips.  I don't think it was a bi-sexual, lustful
kiss, just an appropriate gesture for the moment.

   Diana chose that moment to come herself and reached up, holding Ororo's
mouth to hers as her moan passed from one woman to the other.  Ororo looked
a little surprised, but soon gave in to the kiss, closing her eyes and
letting the moment take her.

   Then Diana's orgasm ended and the moment passed.  Their kiss broke and I
sat up, my tumescent member bobbing into view.

   Diana broke the silence, saying "That was wonderful," though I'm not
entirely certain to whom she addressed the remark.

   Her eyes refocusing on the moment, the Princess of Themyscira looked at
the rain goddess next to her and said, "Go on.  Take him."

   Ororo stretched out an arm to me, beckoning me to approach her.  I
shifted over a bit and leaned down to kiss her, letting her taste Diana on
my lips for a moment before pulling back.

   "Just a moment," I said quietly, then moved off to the bedside table
where I retrieved a condom.

   Yes, I knew what Ororo's response would be, but all the same I had to
play the part as if I were ignorant.

   "It is okay," she said.  "I have a medical implant to prevent pregnancy,
and should be clean and free of...  problems."

   I smiled and dropped the condom back on the table, moving back to join
her.  A moment later, I was slowly planting myself deep in her (in)fertile
valley.  With a third person involved, we didn't try many positions. 
Instead, Diana provided the variations with her actions, sometimes sucking
on Ororo's breasts or stroking her thighs, sometimes kissing me or
encouraging my thrusts with her hands on my buttocks.  When Ororo seemed
near to orgasm, Diana would move her hand between our bodies and rub the
mutant's clit.

   In all, I fucked Ororo to three more orgasms before she passed out.  I
was so close to coming that for once I didn't let my companion's
unconscious state stop me and sprayed my semen into her a few thrusts
later.

   A moment later, I pulled out and let Diana grasp my drooping, half-hard
member.

   "Oh, no," she whispered.  "You don't get off that easily.  I will not be
left empty tonight."

   Diana was good at cocksucking.  Not an expert or a natural fellatrix,
but she easily brought me back to a fully hard state.  Once we were both
ready, she pushed me down next to the still-unconscious Ororo and mounted
me, engulfing my cock to the root with one smooth motion.

   Ororo woke up a couple minutes later as Diana and I were shifting
positions to doggy style.  I didn't notice she was awake again until I
reached down to play with Diana's tits and found Ororo's tentative fingers
already there, gently tweaking and milking the nipples.  Though the two of
them didn't kiss again, Ororo participated in Diana's fuck, trying to
duplicate her friend's earlier help, which hurried Diana through orgasms a
bit more quickly than I might have otherwise anticipated.

   Eventually, I came again and fell onto the bed between the two heroines.
Diana roused herself just enough to find my remote for the lights.  Then
all three of us fell into a very pleasant sleep.

   The following morning, Diana woke first and had me gently wake Ororo up
with a fuck.  Apparently Diana loves the sensation of waking from an erotic
dream to find reality matching the dream, and she wanted to share the
experience with her new friend.

   I had done this to all of my women at one time or another, but hadn't
known Diana liked it that much.  Whether or not Ororo enjoyed it as much as
she did, her expression of surprise and desire upon her waking realization
was worth the effort.



   Jennifer and Ororo may have quickly joined my harem, but Kitty was a
different matter.  If anything, how quickly her teammates entered my
bedroom seemed to make her that much more resistant to spending time with
me.

   To make it that much more difficult, I absolutely could not be seen
pursuing her.  To do so would cause problems with Anna and Ororo, as well
as possibly questioning the carefully crafted fiction that the women were
at least partially in charge of my sex life.

   As long as she lived in the same house, her implants ensured she would
eventually relent, but she was actively fighting against it, against
something she couldn't explain or define.  After a few days of this, Alpha
sent Eiko to befriend her.  Eiko was easily the most human of Alpha's
platforms because she was...  well...  human.  Human brain, human emotions,
but with the memories of being a computer.  I thought of her as the
resident Data, an android striving to become human.

   She also looked like she was in Kitty's age group, which helped
considerably.



   Eiko befriended her by the simple expedient of demanding her
participation and friendship.  Early one afternoon, she walked up to Kitty,
handed her a tennis racket and said, "Come on.  I'm trying to learn how to
play tennis, and you've been elected to help."

   "I don't know anything about tennis."

   "What's to know?  I hit the ball to you, you hit it back.  Avoid the net
and try to keep it inside the lines.  Everything else is details."

   "I bet the details are kind of important."

   "Well, this will be the first time I've played, so I don't need to worry
about the rest until I get the basics down."

   "The first time?  But if you've never..."

   "Come on!  I reserved a court in half an hour."

   "If neither of us knows how to play, then why are we going?"

   "I've seen enough of it on TV to know the basics, in theory anyway.  And
besides, it'll be fun."

   "Why me?  Why not...  umm...  the girl with the glasses..."

   "Daria?"

   "Yeah, why not Daria?  You seem to be good friends with her."

   "Yes, but she isn't a fan of physical activity.  Wait, let me modify
that statement slightly.  She isn't a fan of sports.  Besides, you don't
have super strength to mess up the game, you aren't in school here yet and
you've been sitting around all day brooding."

   "I have not!"

   "Okay, you've been sitting around all day reading, watching TV in the
dark and browsing online for references to your comic book persona. 
Moodily brooding."

   "Hey!"

   "YOU need to get outside and go do something, so I decided that we're
going to learn how to play tennis.  Or at least hit the ball back and
forth."

   "Uh huh, you just decided this on your own?"

   "Yup, now get it in gear."

   Fortunately, Kitty did just that.  I'm pretty sure Alpha must have based
that approach off something she read or saw, but Eiko pulled it off
beautifully.  They went out and apparently had fun, even if half of their
time was spent chasing stray balls.

   Eiko made sure to spend time with her every day and made no mention of
sex or myself for the next few days.



   Eventually, one late afternoon after a game of HORSE using a basketball
net we had set up off the garage, the conversation lent itself to my
purposes.

   "So," asked Kitty, "please forgive me if you've told me and I don't
remember, but why are you here?"

   "To kick your ass at HORSE, obviously."

   "I don't think H-O-R-S-E to H-O-R-S counts as an ass kicking.  It's
practically a tie..."

   "But with the very important difference where I kicked your ass."

   "BUT that's not what I meant.  Why did you move in here?  With all the
others?"

   "Ah.  Well, I did tell my story, but I'm not sure you were there at the
time, so you are forgiven.  The short version is that I was already
dimensionally stranded somewhere else.  I had a chance to randomly hitch a
dimensional ride, so I took it...  y'know, trying to get home or at least
find someone who had better travel technology.  I ended up arriving
alongside Linda and, like the others, I'm pretty much stranded."

   "I can sympathize."

   "Anyway, it's a nice enough place, and the people are great.  It's not
like there's much waiting for me back home, and I'm happy here.  That
counts for a LOT."

   "That's good, I guess.  So, are you like a superhero too?"

   "Not really.  Physically I'm a bit stronger, faster and tougher than
human, but nothing like in your comics.  I fought some giant robots and
some aliens back in high school, but it wasn't that big of a deal."

   "That's cool.  And what about Frank?"

   "What about him?"

   "I mean, why him?  You're pretty.  You can probably have any guy you
want, so why share one guy with twenty other women?  Why stay here in this
mess?"

   "Well, there are a lot of different reasons...  things...  different
elements contributing to the explanation, but I guess the most important
one is that he makes me happy.  I'm happy living here."

   "That's sweet..."

   "Plus he gives me many, many monster orgasms."

   "Ewww," said Kitty as she laughed.

   "You only go 'ewww' because you've never had a monster orgasm."

   "I have TOO had monster orgasms."

   "Nope, because if you had, then you wouldn't be going 'ewww'.  The point
is not debatable."

   "I say again, Ewww," as she once again laughed.

   "So, do you mean to say that you are not a virgin?"

   "No, I am not a virgin.  I've had, like, a few different boyfriends. 
Peter, or rather, Piotr...  I guess there was Doug, but I never slept with
him.  We were more just good friends.  And Pete of course.  A different
Pete, that is, meaning not Piotr.  There was a time I would have slept with
Logan in a heartbeat if he'd have let me."

   "Any girls?"

   "What?"

   "What what?  I'm just curious."

   "I'm not a lesbian!"

   "Don't get upset.  I never said you were.  I mean, I prefer guys myself.
Prefer them a lot, actually.  But I've still slept with a few girls too."

   "So does that make you bi?"

   "I suppose so.  So you've never had sex with a girl?"

   "No!"

   "Ever kissed one?"

   Kitty was quiet.

   "Aaahhh, now we're getting somewhere.  Who was she?"

   "We were just...  practicing...  y'know...  for doing it with guys?"

   "Doing it?"

   "Kissing, you pervert!  We were practicing kissing, that's all.  I
wanted to learn how to French, and she helped me out."

   "It sounds sweet.  Sloppy maybe, but sweet.  Who was she?"

   "Piotr's sister."

   "Ah, I can see how that might have gotten awkward."

   "It wasn't like that!"

   "Okay, okay," said Eiko laughing.

   "So why do you want to know?" Kitty sounded a bit uncertain.  "Are you
trying to...  Was this all just leading up to..."

   "I'm NOT trying to seduce you, you idiot."

   "Oh, thank god."

   "Hey, you don't have to sound so relieved.  I'm quite a catch, I am. 
Very young and pert and pretty.  And of course, redheads are a special
treat, which makes me extra desirable."

   "Oh, I mean...  of course you are, I just..." Kitty trailed off,
apparently at a loss for what to say.

   "It's okay."

   "Good.  Sorry, I guess.  So what now?"

   "Now?  Oh, right.  I was explaining Why Frank-slash-Here and got
distracted by your experimentation with bisexuality.  Let me give you a
little background.

   "Right now, Frank is rich, which makes it easy for him to help us all
out.  But the first time Kara came here, he was...  well, it's a
complicated story.  For the purposes of this conversation, let me just say
that he was on the high-end of poor, but he still did everything he could
to take care of her.

   "Like I said, having money makes it easier, but even if he was still
poor today, he'd still be trying to help us all out.  He's just that kind
of guy.

   "And he could be a LOT richer, except that he gives away a lot of his
inventions.  Everyone knows about the water purifier thing, but there's
also some next generation antibiotics that he licensed for practically
nothing.  He could be charging a fortune for his cybernetic arms and legs,
but instead he makes almost nothing from each sale.  He has Alpha secretly
give away top-of-the-line quality software for free to researchers and
teachers and such.  And of course, he gives out millions to charities every
year."

   "So he's a nice guy, I get it.  It still doesn't explain all of... 
this..." Kitty said, waving at everything around her.  "I mean, why do all
these women come here and attach themselves to him?"

   "Well, coming here isn't really a matter of choice for most of us,
except for Diana and Zatanna.  As for why here, that's easy.  Once you
punch a hole through from another universe, it makes the arrival point
structurally weaker, so to speak.  Makes it much more likely that new
arrivals will end up in the same place, especially if they're coming from
the same point of origin."

   "That makes sense, I suppose..." Kitty said slowly.

   "As for why Frank, I already covered the happy, the monster O's, and the
nice guy aspects.  He's also good looking, has great endurance, and has a
cock that's big but not dear-god-don't-you-dare-stick-that-thing-inside-me
big.  He puts up with our female crap without complaining."

   "None?"

   "Well, maybe just a little bit of complaining.  He leaves us in charge
of his nighttime schedule.  And he loves us."

   "He loves all of you?"

   "Pretty much.  I suppose love takes time, so...  y'know...  if you're
interested, give it time."

   "I'm not interested..." Kitty protested weakly.

   "Oh, please.  It's just the two of us here, so you don't need to lie. 
Whenever you're in the same room, your eyes practically never leave him.  I
swear if eyes could rape a guy, you'd be in jail."

   "Don't say that!"

   "I'll make you a bet.  If you can spend fifteen minutes with him and not
come away wet, I'll shut up about it and never speak of it again."

   Kitty was silent for a moment, then said, "I'm just worried that
something's going on to...  something that's pushing me, pushing all of us
towards him...  I don't like to be pushed."

   "So don't be pushed.  Take charge of it yourself."

   "But if I...  I don't know how to explain this right..."

   "Honey, no one is going to force you to do anything, but let me ask you
this: What do YOU want to do?  What are you missing out on?  And do you
have any good reasons for not doing it?"

   "I'll...  I'll think about it..."

   "All right then.  Do you want to call it a day, or do you want to go
play some more ball?  Or some pool?"

   "I think...  I think I want to be alone for a little while."

   "Sure thing.  I'll see you later."

   If I may interject an observation of my own...  go back and compare this
Eiko to the Eiko of two years ago, when she first arrived.  Initially, she
was a Vulcan-like woman of questionable mental stability.

   Now two years later, she could still retreat into an emotionally-distant
shell, but most of the time she appeared to be an amazingly human woman. 
Her mental stability was still a bit iffy, in that she would start becoming
irrational if we were separated for too long, and she seemed to be able to
swap between a few different personality types, but all-in-all, I
considered her to be an amazing success.

   For her part, Alpha was greedily drinking in Eiko's emotions as best she
could, but she still watched Eiko carefully and constantly for signs of
danger.  I think Alpha mistrusted emotions but wanted to sample them from a
safe distance if possible.  Plus she had been able to use Eiko's data
streams to significantly improve her own human interaction and emotional
emulation programs.



   The next morning...  Let's see, that would be Wednesday morning, just
over two weeks after their arrival, because that Tuesday night was the
first time I had slept with Jennifer and Anna together -- Both of them are
more heterosexual than bi, so it was almost funny to see Jennifer wagging
her bare butt at me on the bed while she exaggeratedly licked Anna's pussy.
That night, she obviously wasn't into it for anything other than an attempt
to arouse my interest...  which, let's be fair, she succeeded in doing --
So that Wednesday morning after breakfast, Kitty tracked down Eiko as she
was getting dressed for work.

   "Good morning!"

   "Good morning, Eiko.  So...  how do I do this?"

   "How do you do what?  Get dressed?  Well, first you pick up your panties
and put one leg..."

   "Smartass.  I mean, I've decided I'm willing to give Frank a try."

   "That's good.  I'm so happy for you!  So...  do you want tips on how to
seduce him?"

   "Well, I mean...  I'm not really the seductress type..."

   "All women are seductresses, it's just that there's this whole range of
classy versus slutty."

   "There we go.  How do I do it and stay classy?"

   "I'd like to point out that slutty can be fun too, but I understand
where you're coming from.  I'd recommend asking him out on a date."

   "Asking him out?"

   "I'm sorry, but that is one thing that you'll miss out on initially. 
Our situation is such that Frank doesn't think it's fair to ask someone out
on a date when he's their employer, host or benefactor."

   "Oh, I guess I can understand that."

   "Yeah, it can be inconvenient, but it really is the stand-up thing for
him to do.  So yes, you'll have to ask him out the first time.  And before
you do that, you need to check with Jane."

   "Jane?"

   "Yeah, you know, Short black hair.  Artist.  Has a few piercings and
tattoos."

   I should include a small side note here: I don't think it's really come
up so far, but Jane and Buttercup have both gotten a few tattoos and
piercings in the past couple years.  (Well, past singular year for
Buttercup.) Jane wasn't a problem, but Buttercup had to change shops after
every body modification because the shops would ruin multiple needles on
her.

   I think at last count, Jane has holes in one eyebrow, one nostril, lots
of holes in both ears, both nipples, her bellybutton, and labia majora. 
She doesn't wear rings in all of them all the time, but the holes are
pretty solidly there.  She also has a 'tramp stamp' on her lower back, a
dragon curling around one arm, a ring of female symbols circling one ankle
and a ring of male symbols circling the other.  She has plans for a large
mural to cover her back, but Daria has managed to delay it by constantly
asking if the current design was good enough for permanent body art.

   Buttercup has memories of not being physically able to be tattooed or
pierced back home, but since she's been partially depowered by coming to
this world, she's now able to get the body modifications she always wanted.
So far, she has a barb wire tattoo around one bicep and a PPG logo on the
other arm.  She also got a bellybutton ring, which blunted or bent three
needles before it went through.

   If you want to be completely informed, I should also mention that most
of my women have earrings, but ear piercings are so common that I don't
really think of them as worthy of note.  And we don't usually waste many
nanites or nanotube weaves on earlobes, so the piercings there don't have
any problems.

   "Yeah, I know who Jane is.  Why do I need to talk to her first?  If
anything, I was guessing I'd need to talk to Kara."

   "Oh, yeah, the whole 'alpha female' thing.  You might talk to her too,
but that part is not as necessary.  You see, Jane's the one who keeps our
schedule, and since you're new, I'm sure she will help make room for you."

   "Gotcha." She paused for a moment.  "Will you come with me?"

   "To talk to Jane or on the date?"

   "To talk to Jane."

   "Are you sure?  Because a two-on-one date can be a lot of fun, and I am
a very sexy woman regardless of your orientation..."

   "Are you hitting on me?  Again?"

   "Again?  If I hit on you, there won't be any doubt in your mind.  So no
team-up date?"

   "Uhhh...  no.  Definitely not on a first date."

   "So second date it is.  Now let's go see Jane, but we need to make it
fast.  I leave for work in fifteen minutes."

   "But you know the boss.  Can't you just take some time off?"

   "Probably, but I don't like doing that sort of thing if I can avoid it."

   "Yeah, I guess it would be unprofessional.  Okay, let's go.  Oh, and I
never agreed to a double second date."

   "I disagree.  Plus I have more influence with Jane than you do, so a
double second date it will be."

   "Hey!"



   In the end, the upshot was that Kitty approached me that evening and
asked me out to dinner and a movie that upcoming Saturday.  At this point
it was early November and there were a lot of movie options.  I really
wanted to see Dreamworks' newest animated feature, about a supervillain who
actually wins against his nemesis, but Kitty picked out a
based-on-a-true-story survival drama about a guy who got trapped while rock
climbing alone.



   That Saturday afternoon...  actually, let back up briefly to an
entertaining incident from early that Saturday morning.

   I entered our little mini-gym, intending to work out for half an hour,
maybe on the cross-country trainer if it was free.  Jennifer, Kara and
Diana were all already there, which was not unusual.  The unexpected part
was seeing Diana sitting on the middle of a maxed-out barbell being bench
pressed by Jennifer on the bench underneath her with Kara acting as
spotter, putting Diana's ass just inches from the former green giantess'
face.

   Jennifer grunted once and lifted the bar back to its holding notch.

   "Hah!" she said triumphantly.  "Still tied.  What's next?"

   "Frank!" Kara cried in greeting.  "Come over here and sit beside Diana."

   "Good morning, and No," I said in response.  "What in the world are you
doing?"

   "Just trying to settle a friendly argument," she said with a smile.

   I made a twirly finger gesture for her to continue.  "A little more
information, if you please."

   "We were just trying to figure out who was stronger, Jennifer or
myself."

   "And Diana's ass was helping you out how?"

   "Well, we can both bench press the maximum," Jennifer explained as she
sat up, "so we needed some way to add a bit more weight..."

   "I can see where this is heading," I said cutting her off.  "and no, I'm
not going to help out.  You...  either of you...  could get seriously hurt
if we passed your maximum lift capacity."

   "We're fine," Kara reassured me.  "It's just a friendly competition."

   "Then why not arm wrestle or something?"

   "The leverage is too different for a fair arm wrestle."

   "Then go find a hundred pound ball or something and see who can shotput
it furthest."

   "That might work," agreed Jennifer.  "Do you have anything that could
work as a shotput?"

   Of course we didn't have any hundred (or even fifty) pound iron balls
lying around, so they eventually decided to use one of the fifty pound
weight discs from the barbell.  (I'm sure they're called something
specific, but it's not really within any field of interest for me...  i.e.
Don't care.) They left discussing how many throws they should each be
allowed and if they needed to restrict the throwing style.

   I didn't follow to watch.  I already knew that Jennifer was stronger (by
design), though not necessarily faster.  And, of course, Kara had better
senses.

   [Remember, Kara was effectively superhero design version 1.0 (plus
occasional upgrades), whereas Jennifer was version 8 or so, if you include
the cyborg bodies on the list.  At the same time, that's not really a fair
comparison, since each body was designed with a different character goal.]

   They continued this competition for the next couple weeks with a variety
of different tests.  Despite being built to be stronger, Jennifer only won
about two-thirds of the competitions, probably because Kara was more
passionate about winning.  Diana joined them in maybe one-fifth of the
'events', winning one of their footraces.

   As a result, Kara started working out more often and became a bit more
possessive of me than before.  I did my best to reassure her that I didn't
love her because of her physical power without actually coming out and
saying it directly.  At least it made for some fun sex.



   Anyway, moving on...  That afternoon, Eiko cornered Kitty for another
talk.

   "There you are.  How ya doin'?" asked Eiko, upon finding Kitty reading
in the library.

   "Fine.  What's up?  No tennis for me today..."

   "Not what I'm after.  I just wanted to talk with you a little about
tonight, to make sure you're prepared."

   "If you try to hand me a box of condoms, I swear I'm going to..."

   "Calm down...  though condoms aren't a bad idea in general, Frank should
have his own supply.  You should really get on the pill or get an implant,
you know."

   "We'll see how things go tonight."

   "Fair enough.  Now...  tonight...  Have you shaved recently?"

   "Shaved?  My legs?  I was planning to go over them again when I shower
in a couple hours."

   "That's good.  Pits too.  But I specifically wanted to know about your
pussy."

   "My PU--" Kitty stopped, lowered her voice considerably and continued.
"My pussy!  Not that it's any of your business, but No!  I don't shave down
there."

   "I'm not saying that you need to shave it all off, just around your
lips. And down by your anus."

   Kitty, blushing deeply red by this point, snapped back, "Why the hell
should I do that?"

   "Because Frank really likes cunnilingus.  You like getting eaten out,
don't you?"

   "I...  I...  I don't think I'm comfortable having this conversation with
you."

   "Oh, come on.  It's just sex.  Really, amazingly, mind-blowing,
super-awesome sex, but still just sex."

   "Look, I don't see why...  you know...  I should have to shave..."

   "Because if you like getting eaten out and want it to keep happening,
then you need to 'clear the deck for action' so to speak.  Go ahead and
leave everything above your slit if you want to, but shave the area where
the licking takes place.  Or actually, you might want to trim back the area
above too.  Make it look nice and presentable."

   "I...  I..."

   "Okay, have you ever shaved down there before?"

   "NO!"

   "Would you like a little help?  You know, just to keep it safe and avoid
nicks and scratches and such?"

   "I...  I..."

   "Here, come on."

   "No, nope, changed my mind.  Go away," said Kitty as she sat back down.

   "All right," soothed Eiko.  "I'll leave you alone, if...  IF...  you can
sit there and think about his tongue working between your thighs without
getting wet."

   "Nope, nope, not going to do it."

   "Just imagine yourself spread out on his bed, your legs open and him
kneeling between your thighs as he bends down and stretches out his tongue.
Then there's that first little kiss of his tongue as he opens your womanly
petals.  Up and down and up and down and in and out and in and out...  just
imagine it."

   Kitty had gotten quiet while Eiko spoke softly to her, each word
punctuating a rhythm of words.

   "The sensations build and your clit pops out and is stroked again and
again until you explode." She paused for a moment before continuing.  "Now
imagine him getting hair stuck in his teeth and not wanting to do it
again."

   Kitty, who had closed her eyes as her imagination and hormones raced,
opened them again.  "Okay, I'll do it.  Or you can, I suppose, so I don't
cut myself.  Except one thing...  'womanly petals'?"

   "What?  I'll have you know my petals are very womanly," Eiko answered
with a hint of wounded pride in her voice.

   As Eiko began to lead a slightly embarrassed and grinning Kitty Pryde to
her bathroom, she tacked on yet another query.  "So, Kitty, one more
personal question related to tonight: Do you enjoy any anal play?"

   Kitty slapped her hands over her ears, saying, "I'm not listening!"

   Despite Kitty's reaction, Eiko continued, "Because if you are, then we
need to give you an enema too.  It'd be a nice thing to do anyway.  And the
need for a good douche goes without saying..."

   "La la la, I can't hear you," Kitty sang to herself, though she still
allowed herself to be led.

   I laughed as I listened to the recording and reminded Alpha not to let
Eiko talk like that in front of Kasumi, whose blush might touch off a fire
if she heard her talking like that.



   That evening, I took Kitty out for a very nice dinner during which we
mostly talked about what she could expect at TCU this spring.

   (TCU was, of course, Texas Christian University, the local university to
which I had been sending my college-age women.  The school had rules about
students having to live on campus for their first year and had other
requirements that could have interfered with my plans for the women, but a
few significant donations and sponsored scholarships helped smooth things
over.  With our ongoing involvement with TCU, Alpha had thoroughly
infiltrated their systems and was able to fairly easily falsify a credit
transfer for women like Jennifer.  Kitty, though, would be starting as a
Freshman.)

   The movie was pretty good, though it was a little unsettling to think
about someone really getting trapped like that.  My biggest problem with
the movie?  It didn't really lend itself to a romantic evening.  It ended
on a positive note, but the best action I got from it was when Kitty
grabbed onto me when the guy was cutting off his own arm.  Still I've had
to work with less.

   For the final fifteen minutes or so, I had my arm around her shoulders.
When the guy on the screen was finally found stumbling out of the
wasteland, she twined her fingers with mine, and we held hands until the
lights came up.  Rather than fight our way out of the theater with the
crowds -- half a theater of people counts as a crowd, doesn't it?  -- we
sat together and waited for a few minutes.  I used the opportunity to pull
her in close so we could converse quietly.  I could tell her implants were
at work because she kept losing her train of thought and began breathing
heavily.

   When we finally left the theater, I had one arm around her shoulder and
was holding her tightly to me.  It was a bit windy too, which gave another
reason for us to huddle close together, though we had to separate when we
reached the car.

   I let Alpha drive us home so I could give Kitty my attention.

   "So, Kitty, what are your expectations for the rest of the evening?"

   "Well...  umm...  I've talked to...  to the others a lot...  about
you... and they all say...  that...  you know..."

   "I'm not interested in what their expectations are.  I'm interested in
what YOU expect and what YOU want."

   "I'm not really sure.  I mean, I know what I think I want, but you
know...  from what everyone says, it really builds up my...  I mean, I
don't know if it's possible for the reality to actually be as good as the
stories."

   "So, do you..."

   I was interrupted by Alpha's voice in my earbud.  (I wear it all the
time unless I'm asleep or in water and had worn it all the way through the
movie, just in case there was an emergency.  Alpha knew not to contact me
unless it was important.)

   "Frank, please face forward.  A police cruiser is approaching." Well,
not exactly earth-shattering importance, but we wanted to keep the
Alpha-controlled cars a secret.

   "Just a sec, Kitty," I said, turning forward and putting my hands on the
wheel so I looked like I was driving.  "This happens a lot.  Police
officers expect the person in the driver seat to look like they're driving
and don't like to be told that a supercomputer is handling the situation."

   Without turning my head to face her, I continued our conversation.  "So,
do you want...  I mean, nothing needs to happen tonight.  You are under no
obligations.  And if you're only here because of peer pressure, I'll have a
talk with the others and it will stop."

   "NO!  I mean, no, it's...  it's okay.  I actually do...  can I just not
say anything and we still move forward?  It's embarrassing, and I'm not
entirely sure..."

   "That's just it," I said, risking a glance at her as the cruiser passed
us, "if you're not sure enough, then I don't want to take advantage of
either you or the situation."

   "Well, how about a different question," Kitty said, taking my right hand
from the wheel and holding it between hers.  "What do YOU want?"

   "I want you to be sure."

   "Don't dodge the question.  What do you want and expect out of the rest
of the evening?"

   I sighed softly.  "Kitty, you are a beautiful and intelligent young
woman.  I would be crazy not to want to make love you to." She squeezed my
hand at that comment.  Try getting that reaction with that comment out of a
normal woman on a first date who hasn't had her memories purposefully
designed by a computer.

   "BUT you haven't really seemed to want to spend any time with me over
the past couple weeks.  What I DON'T want is for you to do something with
me for the wrong reasons and regret it later."

   Given her earlier resistance, I wanted her to openly admit that this was
what she wanted.  Anything less might later allow doubts to creep in.

   "If you don't want me to regret anything tonight, then you had better
live up to all the bragging everyone does about you."

   "I hate having to live up to unknown expectations, but on the other
hand, I do like a challenge."

   I was pretty sure she was still uncertain...  part of her, anyway. 
Somewhere in her mind, buried not so deep, a part of her was still
suspicious of me and our situation, but that part of her was being
overwhelmed by her bodily desires.  Eiko had helped move things along by
planting a seed, telling her that she should take control of her situation
and do what she wanted to do, knowing that her body overwhelmingly wanted
me.  From there, in deciding how to take control, her mind had progressed
to a willingness to 'try me out,' to experiment and see if she was being
controlled or if I really was worth sharing.  After all, maybe she really
was missing out on a good thing.  Now she had almost explicitly asked me to
take her to bed.

   I turned to her and pulled her over to me for a kiss, which lasted for
nearly a minute as we approached the house.



   A few minutes later, we were upstairs in my bedroom.  Once the door had
been kicked shut, we just stood there for over a minute, making out. 
Gradually, we made our way to the bed, dropping jackets and shirts as we
went.  We sat down on the bed and broke apart to catch our breath.

   As soon as we stopped touching, Kitty seemed to stiffen up a little,
though she showed no real signs of wanting to stop or leave.

   "I think I need to help you relax a little bit."

   "Relax how?" she said suspiciously.

   I knelt on the floor and pushed her legs apart.  She was still wearing
pants, shoes and a bra, but as I kissed my way up her pantleg, she shivered
a bit.  I sat back and took one of her feet in my hands, then the other,
removing her shoes and socks, caressing the bare skin as I went.  Then I
reached up and unbuckled her belt, looking her in the eye the whole time.
She helped me wiggle her pants free, and I ran my hands along her slim
legs.

   I paused to looked her over.  She was a young, slim woman with a narrow
waist and breasts on the small side of a B-cup at best.  She was obviously
athletic, but with more aerobically-styled muscles instead of the powerful
weightlifter muscles on some of the other women.  She had a peppering of
freckles running down her neck and looked for all the world like the ideal
'girl next door'.

   I moved in close to her dark blue satin panties and ran my finger along
the front, causing her to shiver again.  Keeping our eyes locked, I hooked
my fingers onto either side of her hips and slowly pulled them down her
legs, though our close positions dictated that she shift her legs off to
the side which made it a little awkward.

   I held her gaze as long as I could, and I was able to see her face as my
tongue first touched her nether lips.  As I made my first stroke up her
labia, I saw her eyes glaze over slightly, then close.  When I felt around
for her clitoris with my lips, she dropped her head back out of my sight,
and I turned my attention fully to my work.

   Her pubic hair was, of course, carefully shaved off alongside the lips,
with the patch above neatly trimmed into a classic upside-down triangle. 
Since she was over two weeks old, her juices had actual flavor.  Not strong
flavor, but I could tell from the taste that I was eating out an actual
woman, which is always nice.

   I think her internal struggles over the past couple weeks had pent up
some sexual frustration, because she came quickly and often.

   I spent about twenty minutes down there, holding onto her hips, licking
and stroking her lips and teasing her clit.  Kitty didn't orgasm loudly,
but it was easy to pick out when she came since her lower body would bounce
and vibrate for a few seconds.  After her third orgasm, I changed my
approach slightly and didn't slow down when she came, so I discovered that
she was able to come up to twice a minute once she started getting off. 
After her fourth orgasm in a row within two minutes, she pushed my head
back, asking for a moment to recover.

   I wiped off my mouth with my discarded shirt, took off my shoes and
pants and sat on the bed alongside her.  I gently pushed on her supporting
arms and eased her down onto her back.  I drew imaginary circles on her
belly until she opened her eyes and looked at me.

   "That was almost too much."

   "I'm...  sorry?"

   "Don't be sorry.  That was amazing.  I just...  needed a moment to catch
my breath."

   "Are you ready to move on?"

   "I don't knoooOH." Her voice squealed and cracked a little as I reached
down and curled a finger up inside her vaginal canal.

   "O...  Okay..."

   "Okay?  You mean more?" I inserted a second finger.

   "Yes!  More!"

   I removed my fingers and made a show of licking them clean as I got into
a kneeling position.  Below me, Kitty hurriedly pulled off her bra and
started playing with her own breasts.

   I stood up and removed my boxers, unveiling my erection to her, then I
stepped to my bedside table and withdrew a condom from the drawer.  She
scooted back a little and spread her legs wider, welcoming me as I rolled
the condom into place and moved back to her.

   She was tight and hot and wet and welcoming as I slid slowly into her.
Katherine was a responsive sex partner.  Energetic is probably a better
description.  If we hadn't been linked at crotch-level, I think she would
have crawled all over me, possibly the walls and ceiling as well.  I
decided right away that there was no way I was going to take her to our
moon-bounce warehouse for sex (see last chapter); we'd both end up
strangled if we ever tried.

   In the end, it all added up to three more orgasms for her before I came.
And after I came and pulled out, Kitty mumbled something unintelligible,
crawled over a few feet and fell asleep, apparently exhausted.

   I sat on the bed for a moment, looking down at her.  I tended to save
most of my energy for my evening encounters and almost never went to sleep
without having ejaculated more than once.  Heck, my sexual recovery was one
of the goals of my nanite rejuvenation treatments.

   I considered seeking out someone else for another round, but quickly
discarded the notion since it might upset Kitty and undo the night's
progress.  Besides, it would leave me more energy for the next day, which
was always a good thing.

   I cleaned up a little and went to bed, carefully covering Kitty with the
sheets before going to sleep next to her.



   It became apparent in the coming weeks that Kitty had mostly given in to
the situation.  She even surrendered enough that she double-dated me with
Eiko on our next evening together without much protest.  True, she wasn't
enthusiastically bi-sexual, but she was willing to participate in some
'group activities' as along as the group included a guy.

   All-in-all, she successfully integrated into the household.



   AUTHOR'S POSTSCRIPT: I plan for one more 'new character' chapter to
follow, then two more plot-heavy chapters which will complete the first
Alpha storyline.  I have plans for more stories and new characters in a
second Alpha series...  but remember I am not a fast writer, so I make no
promises as to the expected schedule.  

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