All of Them

Sue Storm could not decide. So Dr. Stone sent her home with all of them in a suitcase.

"Experiment!" the psychiatrist had told Sue Storm. "Chase that climax! Let yourself have fun!"

Which was easier said than done, the Invisible Woman thought, as she tucked her daughter into bed. Johnny was out on the town; Ben Grimm and Alicia Masters were in the living room, sitting side-by-side on the couch and listening to music. She was still trying to get the Thing into opera, and Sue hoped for his sake he would eventually get into it.

Reed was in his lab. Sue locked the door to their bedroom anyway. She didn't even bother showering first, since she was going to get sweaty now. Just exchanged her costume for a long blue Fantastic Four t-shirt. Then she took a deep breath and examined the myriad toys in the suitcase.

There was a hammer modeled after Thor's which fairly hummed with barely-restrained power. A dark blue dildo with a furry base, supposedly based on the Beast's; and a more slender, ribbed one covered in something that felt like crushed velvet which was modeled on Nightcrawler's. A white sealed packet was labeled "Super Soldier Cum (Realistic)." There was even a Skrull genital-morpher.

Sue Storm chewed her lower lip, lost for a moment in the impossible profusion of choices. Yet it wasn't a question of which one she would use—just which that the Invisible Woman would use first.

With a sigh, Sue grabbed the gold-and-red shiny metal wand. The StarkTech Personal Companion. That would be a good one to start out with.

The settings were fairly easy to comprehend. There was an on-off button and a ring that could be adjusted to set the vibration level. Sue pressed the button and a light came on, a pale blue-white, like Iron Man's chestplate uni-beam. The vibration was soft, subtle. The Invisible Woman pressed it against her nipple through the shirt. Immediately, the vibration increased.

"Repulsor field," Sue Storm recalled. "The harder I press, the stronger it is, eh? Clever, Tony."

The sensation wasn't unpleasant. Sue pressed a little harder, so that the shirt and the breast beneath began to ripple. She felt the soft, sensitive little nub beneath stiffen and grow erect. A little color came to her cheeks, a soft upturn at the corner of her lips. Her left hand went between her legs, combed through the soft golden triangle of hair, tracing the slight bulge that led to her clitoral hood.

She felt a tremor of trepidation and excitement as she guided the golden rod down the length of her body. The moment she pressed it against her clit, she paused, as if expecting an electric shock. When none came, she was aware of that gentle, pleasant vibration radiating out from where it pressed against her pleasure button. Not bad, but not enough to get her off.

Very carefully holding it against her clit, Sue used her other hand to adjust the intensity of the repulsor field.