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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, from Bayonetta)
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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