A coffee break.

(To anyone curious of the stories of the OTHER Susans here, their stories begin here: https://chyoa.com/story/Susan-Storm--New-Species.19605 https://chyoa.com/story/Susan-Storm--The-invisible-Wendigo.28699 https://chyoa.com/story/Susan-Storm%27s-Secret-Life-2.19337 )

Seeing the Mole Man apprehended by SHIELD authorities and guided towards a transport to be sent off to a holding facility to be booked and processed, the five Susans watched on, noticing Nick Fury check over a clip board and notes with a few of his aides while commanding the SHIELD operatives present to ship off the little green clad man off to holding. Once inside, the transport ramp slamming shut, and the heavy thrum of engines sparked to life to lift the vessel up into the air. Leaning over Susan’s shoulder from behind, the Invisible Wendigo whispered into her ear and pointed towards the eye-patch wearing man in front of them.

“Who’s that guy? Does he run your version of SHIELD? Because he looks familiar.”

“Hmm? Oh, that’s Nicholas Fury, he’s head of SHIELD operations in New York.”

“THAT’s Nick Fury?!” Gasped the alien woman, her two pairs of arms tangled in a mix of poses hugging herself and clasping a talon to her cheek while she tilted her antlered head in confusion. “Ours doesn’t look like that.”

“Neither does ours, his eye patch is on the wrong eye.”

“And ours isn’t white either.”

“Ours is a woman… Not a pleasant one either.”

Looking over her shoulder and giving her other selves a dirty look, the woman spoke low enough for only them to hear. “Is he still a jerk in your dimensions too?”

Diverting their eyes, the chorus of grumbling and half-hearted murmurs were all the answer Susan needed to her question. After filling out the paperwork and gesturing for the agents to head out, the man approached the five and shook Susan’s offered hand. The gruff man gave the Invisible Woman the slightest of nods when he darted his good eye over to the other four versions of her standing behind her, even having to look up at the towering mechanical version of her who bent at the waist and waved down at the man with an uneasy smile. His face still a visage of caution and cold scowl turned his attention back to the Invisible Woman and softened his expression with a small smile.

“Nice work with the Mole Man, we’ll make sure he doesn’t get out this time.”

“Thank you, Director Fury, might I introduce my other selves from other dimensions Reed, and I have been exploring? I have the me from…”

“That will not be necessary Miss Richards, my people have been keeping an eye on your OTHER selves since that power surge from your home the other day. Ladies, please stay out of trouble and you won’t have to answer to me when you do.” Nodding back at the Invisible Woman, Director Fury turned sharply and returned to his transport nearby, leaving the five to just stand and watch as his flyer took off.

“Wow… Some things just don’t change in each dimension, huh…”

“Guess not… Well, since we’re out here, anyone up for a drink at a café before heading home?”

Stepping forward and transforming back into a car, the Autobot Susan opened her four doors and called out from her dashboard radio. “Thought you’d never ask, hop in.”

*

Thirty minutes later, the five had made themselves comfortable around a table at the outside patio of a café, chatting away and getting to know each other now that they had the opportunity to do so. Their presence certainly turned a few heads as people passing by and other patrons sitting in the fenced off patio stared at the demon, alien and wendigo sitting with a pair of identical twins. Sipping from her drink, the holographic driver of the mechanical Sue opened an eye to see the others stare in confusion.

“What?”

“I don’t get it, you’re just a hologram, where does your drink go when you take a sip?” Asked Susan, shaking her head with a raised eyebrow.

“It doesn’t go ANYWHERE really.” The woman explained as she leaned back and showed off her fashionable blouse and sweater, pointing down at her stomach. “I can have it sit in this holographic vessel until I empty it, or I can do this.”

Flickering out of vision, the other four ladies spotted the floating liquid where her stomach would be before it fell to gravity and splashed onto the seat to drip on the ground. The spill unseen when the hologram went solid again.

“See?”

“That’s going to be a nasty surprise for someone when we leave our seats.”

Stirring her drink with the straw between her fingers, Susan then turned her attention to the winged succubus sitting next to her. Noticing the demon woman’s attention turned to those staring at her, the look she gave back seemed… Whimsical, with a wry grin. Like she was in on a joke the others were unaware of.

“You said you had a complicated story; well, I think we’ve got some time now to share if you do.”

Stirring her own drink and taking a sip, the blue skinned, horned woman took a quick breath and leaned back in her chair. “Alright, good thing we’re sitting down for this.”

For the better part of half an hour, the succubus explained her story to her other selves. Going over how after being stuck in a rutt with Reed she snuck out at night dating other men, until she was caught and twisted up by Mephisto into a succubus, turning her friends into succubae and nearly causing an apocalypse before getting her soul back. Then after spending the next five years trying to make up for past sins, she finally did so and in the process became a redeemed devil.

“I’ve done pretty well for myself really; I own a rejuvenation health spa just outside of New York, its nice, we’ve gotten some positive Yelp reviews... Helps when those who come out, come out 10 or 15 years younger and with a more positive disposition. And my people are doing quiet well too.”

“Your people?”

Smacking her own forehead and covering her blue lips to stifle a snort of laughter, the demon woman leaned forward and offered her hand to Susan.

“Probably best to show you all, then tell you.”

Looking down at the offered hand, the other Susans hesitated until they finally joined the succubus’s hand. The moment they did, their minds raced with images, memories, and places. Susan could see a massive spa, built on the outskirts overseeing a forest, there she could see dozens of staff, all blue skinned with horns and cloven feet giving massages, swimming instructions, yoga, she could feel the sense of stress and ache sift away watching them work. Then her attention fell to what happened behind closed doors. Goosebumps travelled up her arms and back and her nipples going stiff underneath her costume at the cascading images of the blue demon people seducing their patrons, giving them moments of pure orgasmic bliss while feeding them a form of energy, energy that revitalized their flesh and minds. Squirming in her chair, Susan bit her lip and stifled a moan of pleasure. She could feel the sensations those people were feeling with every caress, kiss, and grope. It was almost too much. But the show was not over yet. Past the spa and out into the forest outcrop, she was given another sight. A village in the woods, a camp site, she could not find the right word to describe it, but there she found hundreds of the blue skinned demons, an entire society worth that loved freely and openly, with orgies in plain sight congregating around a throne, where sitting like a queen, and lavished over with the same air of royalty was the succubus Susan smiling back at her.

Breaking hand contact with the woman next to her at the table, Susan hugged herself and shivered with barely contained ecstasy, exhaling, and leaning back to catch her breath. The others were in the same state, fanning themselves and swooning from the overstimulation. But the alien version of herself looked like she was struggling to maintain some control as her tentacles coiled and snaped like a nest of snakes from her scalp. A tear running down her cheek.

“We call ourselves the draenei, we feed off those who would do harm and give to those in need. Many of my subjects are my own children, at least a quarter of them are anyway.”

“Wow… Does your Reed know?” Blinked the hulking wendigo woman, sipping her drink as she watched the Invisible Woman finally gather herself back up and sip from her own drink to cool off.

“Of course, he does, I’ve never stopped loving him, and him me, but my nature requires me to feed off of sexual energy to survive and if I fed off of him daily, he’d never survive himself.”

Seeing the Alien woman hug herself and rock back and forth, the succubus sipped from her drink and took one of her talons in her hand. The moment she did, her wings fluttered, and the horned woman gasped, nearly knocking over a chair with her tail behind her. If her world was a paradise to her, then this Susan lived in a proverbial hell. Plagued with nightmares of her as some eldritch predatory broodmare, she was a queen leading a hive of insectoid monsters who invaded, scoured and corrupted all they came across until the Earth was a picked clean carcass of a world. Pulling her hand away, the succubus shivered.

“WOW! And to think, I thought I had it bad.”

Pulling her talon away, the blue scaled creature turned away and hugged herself more tightly while her serpentine tail curled around the leg of her chair. Steeling herself, the woman turned to the others and began to speak.

“I… I was infected with DNA from an asteroid, turning me into what you see right now. It was… It was a nightmare, I’d go out and seduce men, to BREED with… And then kill. There were so many…”

“Aw jeez, Suzie…”

Hugging herself more tightly, the tentacle haired woman looked down at her drink and stirred it with her straw.

“I was a monster, I’m STILL a monster, the only reason I haven’t conquered the Earth with swarms of millions of my own children was because Reed found a way to bring me back in control.” Looking down at her four talons, the woman sighed. “He took away my fangs, but a monster is still a monster.”

“Let’s fix that then.”

Looking up with confusion after hearing that from the succubus, the Alien Susan looked up to a finger pointing at her forehead, mesmerized she continued to look forward, transfixed with the woman’s golden eyes as her finger traced down her nose and pert lip and down to her chest. Once the woman’s hand was over her heart, the succubus pinched her fingers together as if to pluck at a thread and began to pull. Everyone else watched with rapt attention as the succubus pulled free what looked like a black, slimy worm from the other woman’s chest, plucking it out and holding it in her hands where it writhed and squirmed to break free.

“What is THAT?!”

Admiring the writhing worm wiggling between her fingers, the succubus explained herself.

“THIS is her root of evil, as in the direct cause of all her worst impulses, drives and negative moral standings. Within my hand is the drive to cause harm, to ****, to ****, to steal and do all the worst you can possibly do to a person.” Crushing it in her hand, the worm squelched before instantly drying up in her hand into ash, where she sprinkled its remains in the offered ash tray on the café table. “And now its gone.”

Shaking her head and blinking her reptilian eyes, the four-armed woman brought her hands up to cup her face and touch her heart, a warm smile gracing her fanged lips as she leaned back in her chair and smiled with intense relief. “I can feel it… It feels like… Like a burden has been lifted from my shoulders… Thank you…”

Looking back at the serene smile on the woman’s face, the other Susans muttered to each other until the wendigo leaned forward with a creak of her chair and patted at her heaving chest.

“Me next, do me, do ME!”