All hail the Wendigo Queen!

Later that day, the Quinn jet arrived in the Xavier hanger bay, landing next to the Black Bird, and powering down as the launch doors closed behind it. Opening its walkway under its belly, the Avengers stepped out of the jet in mid conversation with the sorcerer supreme as he floated cross-legged over the landing bay and made his way to the door.

“Honestly Stephen, why take the jet when you could just teleport us here by portal?” Asked an annoyed Captain Marvel, scratching her fingers through her long blonde hair while Scarlet Witch and the Wasp followed behind him.

“The wendigo curse is a primordial magic Carol, I need absolute concentration at all times if I were to free ONE person of the affliction, let alone four.”

“So, if you can’t teleport, why can you still float around or talk with us then?”

“Concentration dear Miss Van Dyne.”

“But you just said you needed concentration to… Oh never mind.”

Heading to the door to exit the hanger bay and be greeted by the mansion’s faculty, the Avengers were given quite the surprised when the door opened and ducking to get her horned head through was Kitty Pride standing to her full height with her hands folded in front of her… As an 8-foot-tall wendigo woman!

“Hello everyone!” Chirped the smiling beast woman, her grin a fanged bear trap that did not give the others any illusion that the creature in front of them wasn’t dangerous. No matter how chipper she appeared. “We’ve been waiting for you, come with me and you’ll be brought to Emma.”

Leaning over to whisper to Wanda, Janet could only stare. “So… How many were turned again?”

Stepping into the hallway and heading up the stairs to the main floor, the Avengers found that Kitty Pryde wasn’t the only white furred muscular cat woman with horns walking around the institute.

“Four…?”

Looking over to the living room, they could see a lot more than four. Several wendigos were watching the television on the remains of the couch and love seat, a few chatting by a table, several making their way to their next class, some of which were running on all fours like a pride of lions. And not one of them were wearing a lick of clothing. Something that got a chuckle from the Wasp.

“So… Pretty comfortable around here huh?” Snarked Janet as she eyed Colossus lumber by, the 9-foot giant of a wendigo excused himself as he passed them all by, with Kitty giving the man a wink then turned her attention back to the guests.

“When you are tall enough to play women’s basketball, tell ME if you can find anything that fits and doesn’t ruffle your fur.”

“Uhm… I’m a fashion designer Kitty.” Said Janet with her hand raised and giving the towering white furred beast woman a sour look. “All you had to do was call and I’d offer a wardrobe that fit.”

Turning to look away and sneer into a silent growl of anger, Kitty hissed under her breath. “You mean we’ve been walking around in the buff like it’s the Playboy mansion for NOTHING?!”

Finally making it to Xavier’s office, the Avengers were led inside after Kitty opened the double doors to the room and closed them after they entered. Except for Doctor Strange, who was halted at the door frame and asked to wait just as the doors clicked closed.

There leaning against the desk was the Wendigo Queen, idly playing with her necklace while the rest of her packmates stood waiting.

“Shouldn’t he be with us?” Asked Carol, pointing her thumb at the door behind her.

“Oh, don’t worry, he’s not needed for this.” Spoke up Emma from her side of the room. “I just wanted to have a chat between us girls while the good Doctor is helping Kitty.”

From the other side of the door, the trio heard scuffling and the muffled voice of Doctor Strange crying out in protest. “Now see here, this will not do at all, I require absolute concentration to undo the3 curse and… What are you doing? Don’t pick me up and… Why are you opening your mouth like…?”

For a good minute there were no noises, until a belch could be heard on the other side of the door that confused the Avenger women.

“Looks like he helped her out after all.”

Looking around the room to the towering beast women looking down at the three with knowing smirks, the Avengers huddled together, ready for a fight.

“So… If we’re not here to help you…”

“Oh, you are CERTAINLY here to help.” Purred Storm, resting her hands at her sides and thrusting her chest out with a grin.

“Sure are Sug… Just in a different way.” Drawled Rogue, idly scratching her cleavage with her finger.

The Avengers were about to move and try and make an escape when they found they could barely move or speak. Looking over to Emma, they found her eyes narrowed with that same grin.

“You see… I’ve had a bit of a revelation while I was out with friends being a pack of wild man-eating monsters, I’ve found that I LIKE being like this, and I’m sure you’ll like it too.” Purred Emma, stepping away from the desk she sat on to move up and loom over the three Avenger women. Bending at the waist so she could see them eye to eye, the Wendigo Queen licked her fanged lips. “So, who wants a free sample?”

*

1 month later…

“Ooooh, I think I felt a kick.” Giggled Emma, stroking a hand over the drum tight surface of her belly with a free hand as she stood looking over the city of New York from a high rise. The Black Bird behind her was cooling down from landing as Storm, Rogue and Psylocke stepped out to address the White Queen with her pet still sitting by her feet at a leash with her other hand. His teeth fully regrown and smiling up at Emma eagerly like a pet dog. “Looks like our cubs are eager for the feeding frenzy. Who knew they’d grow so quickly?”

It was night in the city of New York, the metropolis aglow with streetlights and cars that honked incessantly down below on the streets, bickering over traffic lights or delays in travel. The city that never slept… Granted the arrival of a pitch-black harrier jet would have broken anyone’s sleep after it landed on the roof of a 50-story building to get a good view of what the White Queen had planned.

“Do not worry darlings, you’ll be fed soon.”

“Are you sure its your cubs kicking?” Purred Ororo, sporting a rotund middle of her own, as she joined the wendigo woman’s side. “And not the mailman who came by the door today?”

“No… Kitty gobbled him up. She’s become rather ambitious after the bite you gave her. You’d think she was trying to prove something.”

“So have the rest of the x-men.” Hummed Rogue, taking up Emma’s other side as she too sported a round, pregnant belly that jolted to her touch. Giving the White Queen a playful hip bump and a wink. “Girl’s as rambunctious as a fox in a hen house.”

“And HERE we are in the biggest chicken coop of them all…” Emma pointed out towards the city scape. “Do you feel them all like I do Betsy?”

“Oh, I feel them.” Giggled Psylocke, coming up to join the pack of wendigo women staring down at the unsuspecting city. Her own belly swollen with cubs as she petted the original wendigo on the head like a pet with her free hand, the other pressed at her hip to keep her balance. “All hungry and pent up, ready to pounce.”

“Are y’all just gonna enjoy the view or are we going to eat already?”

“Yes Emma, the view is lovely but we’re all starving.”

“Patience girls, a Queen has to address her new subjects if she’s to declare her new kingdom…” Taking a step forward until she was standing at the edge of the roof, Emma took a deep breath and howled out as loud as she could.

Within seconds of her howl echoing out over the night sky, the cars honked for a different reason as the streets and alleys erupted with a flood of horned beasts coming out from hiding, swarming, and rampaging through the streets and attacking anything in sight. A horde of wendigo that howled out and stormed over the populace. Hundreds of them. Looking over to her packmates, Emma grinned.

“Well? What are you all waiting for? Dinner time!”

Scattering from the roof of the building to join the hundreds of wendigos down on the streets to feed, Emma stayed a bit longer to bask in the sight of her horde invading a city by her command. Breathing in the scents and licking her fanged lips, Emma purred with hunger and delight.

“Hmm, its GOOD to be Queen.”

The end.