A visit to the vet.

2 hours later and a slight bit of panic from the faculty and students later when they found a wendigo in the kitchen picking it clean, Emma sat in the medical clinic of the mansion still stuffing herself with cold cuts while her friends and co-workers watched on from a safe distance. Sitting on the metal, cushioned bench, the White Queen was gigantic! Easily 8 feet tall, the woman had to duck just to enter the room, and even then, the top of the door frame bore scars from her horns scraping the surface. Her body was practically Amazonian in stature and build, sporting steel strong muscles that gave her an almost exaggerated, Olympian physique, or at least it would have if not for the fact she was covered completely in a sheen of stark white fur. A feline tail swished behind her as she chewed on her meal in her clawed hands, staring forward with a bored look in her blood red eyes. Flicking her ear and sniffing with her feline nose, the wendigo woman opened her fanged mouth for another bite.

“S-So… Emma… H-How do you f-f-feel?” Asked Dr. McCoy as he hesitantly approached with a clip board in hand. “Content?”

“Hungry…” She mumbled as she chewed her meal. Looking back at the fidgeting blue furred doctor who acted like his clipboard was a shield between him and her. Looking over to her friends, they too looked uneasy with her current condition, the sight of which made Emma roll her eyes and toss her flowing white hair over her shoulder in a dramatic display of annoyance. “Oh, for pity’s sake man, I’m NOT dangerous!”

“Says the snow-white bear woman who took a swipe at me!” Called out Ice Man from behind the rest of the X-men, the lot standing ready as if Emma could attack at any second.

“You came between me and my breakfast Bobby, even when I was normal, that was a mistake.”

Wheeling himself forward, Charles Xavier folded his hands in his lap and looked deeply into the woman’s mind. He could see the raging animal inside, a monster that raged and thrashed, caged and bound and howling as loud as it could to get free, but impotent to do so under the strength of will Emma had over it.

“Hmm, interesting. Apart from the blind rage and gnawing hunger flooding your psyche, something I would expect from… Well... What you are now, YOU seem to be floating above all that chaos. I’m rather impressed at your ability to stay on top of all that.”

Leaning back and resting a hand over her now larger chest, Emma smirked back at the man with a confident grin. “Why Charles… I’ve ALWAYS been on top things. I am the White queen after all! Even in this TERRIBLE beastly form I am as regal and elegant as ever.”

“Says the woman I found eating from the fridge like a bear-sized racoon. If you’re still hungry there’s a trash bin out back that’s still full.” Murmured Logan, getting Emma’s attention as she frowned back at the man. Narrowing her eyes, she growled like an angry lioness before smirking, raising her chin high in a haughty chuckle. Tapping at the side of her head, her blood red eyes gazed into Logan’s before diverting down to his hand.

Looking down at his right hand, Logan made a face of confusion when it lifted against his will and gave him the finger before his possessed hand slapped him across the face.

“My oh my Logan, you should get better control of yourself.” Tittered the wendigo as she got to her feet, twisting, and stretching her arms over her head until they touched the ceiling and finally rested her clawed hands at her sides, tilting her hip with a pose and inspecting her clawed fingers with indifference.

“Honestly, are we done here?”

“Well…” Skimming through his notes, Dr. McCoy grimaced at all the readings he got from her check up, especially the areas he circled with question marks in red ink like her strength and metabolism tests, and his little side notes hinting he should have a priest with him along with a nurse the next time Emma returned to his lab. Scratching the side of his head with his pen, the man shrugged. “She’s in control of herself, apparently. Though personally I’d have her caged up and **** until we’d get Dr. Strange here, but seeing as that’s coming from me, I didn’t want to come off as hypocritical.”

“Do not worry good doctor, I am ALWAYS a woman of self restraint.”

Approaching Scott amongst the rest of the X-men, the man had to crane his neck to look up at her, then checked to find his friends had all taken fearful steps back, leaving him all alone as her shadow loomed over him. Pressing up against the man until he was pinned against the wall behind him, her tail snapped back and forth as she smiled down at her lover.

“Want to join me for some lunch Scott?” She purred, playfully curling a clawed finger through his hair as his face was sandwiched between her two football-helmet sized breasts.

“But you just ate now!”

Smirking and rolling her eyes, her grin was almost as catty as her feline features. “I only had second breakfast love, now its lunch time.”

Hoisting him over her shoulder, Emma looked back to the rest of the X-men with a toothy grin.

“We’ll be going upstairs for a bite to eat, don’t wait up everyone, I don’t like to share with those who show up late.”

When she stepped out of the door and **** herself to duck to avoid the door frame again, Logan sighed in relief when her psychic hold on his hand finally let go and he leaned against the wall, checking to make sure it wasn’t a trick.

“Says the woman who ate us out of house and home before anyone woke up…”