Domestication...

“This is the morning news with Channel 5, its been 2 days since the nightmare that turned our fair citizens into rampaging monsters.” Footage showed packs of wendigo stalking the streets at night, followed by current footage of said wendigo now cleaning up the streets and going back about their daily lives. “The rampage is over but the creatures those people have turned into remain, though civility is returning to normal at a quick…”

‘Click.’

“This is J. Jonah Jameson coming to you LIVE from the Daily report, another Spider-Man attack on the city bank was recorded by one of our loyal viewers showing he has gone in cahoots with the newly empowered Black Cat!” A side frame appeared before the mustached reporter showing a raw recording of the Black Cat, fully transformed into a female wendigo lounging on the roof of a building on her stomach, resting her chin in the palm of her clawed hand and her legs playfully kicking the air, underneath her a hapless Spiderman tried desperately to claw his way out from under her through her impressive cleavage before Felicia playfully shoved Spider-Man’s face back into her tits like a cat playing with a mouse. “As you can see, the two are flouting the rule of law with their ill gained fortune!”

“Actually, they STOPPED a robbery Mr. Jameson… But I’ll agree, she is doing things to him you wouldn’t do with a stranger!”

‘Click.’

“Tired of not finding clothes that fit? I know I was, that’s why I started Van Dyne’s big and tall tailoring, if you are tall or large, we have sizes JUST for you.”

Behind the petite woman stood several customers ranging from six to even eight feet tall going over suits, dresses and other clothes customed tailored to their builds. A male wendigo going over t-shirts behind her turned to look down at the woman and camera. “Hey, is this XXXXXXL shirt expensive?”

“No sir, only our customers are tall… And NOT our prices.” Winked the fashion designer back at the camera.

‘Click.’

Standing in front of a podium with several cameras flashing, Matt Murdok spoke in front of a microphone. “With a decision shared between the supreme court, SHIELD, and the New York county, its been determined that those who were afflicted with the Wendigo pandemic are considered null of legal reprisal of the damages over the weekend. Thanks to studies provided by Doctor Stephen Strange and Professor Richards those transformed were NOT in control of their actions and therefore…”

‘Click.’

Turning off the television at the corner of the office, the principal Jacob Moore sat from his desk and sighed. He really wasn’t looking forward to this meeting but considering the amount of pressure he was under; The Smithson family had been fire and brimstone over the phone with him for over an hour last week over the treatment of their daughter by Susan Richards Storm, he had hoped for it to be quick and painless so he could go back to managing the school. Lord knows they were intolerable in person as they were over the phone line. Sitting opposite from his desk were the couple and their daughter who sat prim and well groomed for the occasion, the little girl shedding crocodile tears while being held by her firebrand of a mother and staunched father.

“Well? Where the hell IS she?” Demanded the stout woman in a red business suit, her hair bound tightly in a bun and holding her daughter’s hand tightly.

“Miss Smithson, please, the meeting was for 10 in the morning and that won’t be for another 15 minutes. If you would just be patient…”

“WE are donating a significant amount of funds into this school; do you WANT us to stop? Because every time you try to defend this woman makes me wonder why I didn’t call the police in the first place when you FAILED to protect our daughter from that freak!”

Breathing in sharply and exhaling slowly, Principal Moore pinched the bridge of his nose in emotional exhaustion. He was NOT looking forward to this at all. When he heard a knock at his office door, he called out for the visitor to enter. “It’s about time I got to meet the little witch who threatened my…” Her voice cut dead in its tracks when the door opened, and a female wendigo crouched just to pass through the door frame and enter the room.

Standing 8 feet tall, and gesturing for her daughter Valaria to take a seat opposite the principal’s desk, Susan Storm stood with her arms crossed, wearing an ocean blue business suit with a sky blue blouse tailored to her tall and curvaceous build, it was made costumed to give her long tail a slit in the back of her skirt to poke out behind her. Her waist long hair expertly brushed and flowed behind her back, her bangs draping either side of her beautiful feline face and down her shoulders. Simple gold earrings adorned her pointed ears that matched the inhibiter collar around her neck, even her horns were adorned with matching gold bands to go with the ensemble. Regal, commanding, powerful… But then again, she would have exuded that anyway as a towering, hulking white lioness woman with horns!

Glaring down at the little girl who quickly recognised her and clutched at her parent’s arm more intently, Susan eyed her mother and father then turned her attention to Principal Moore.

“C-can I offer you a seat M-Mrs. Richards?”

“I’ll stand, thank you very much, none of the chairs here can handle me anyway and I won’t be here long enough to bother.”

Not phased by the looming presence of the wendigo woman in the room, Mrs. Smithson stood from her seat and glared up at Susan with an accusing finger pointing high at her chest. “So, YOU are the one who accosted our innocent little girl, why I have half a mind to sue you for **** you filthy animal, you AND that street urchin you call a daugh…”

She never had a chance to finish her accusation when Susan slammed her clawed hand down on the desk, leaned down to glare into her eyes with her own boiling red stare and roar in her face with such intensity her cheeks warbled and she was **** to sit back in her chair. Gripping the arm rests in sheer terror and leaning back as Susan leaned further to match eye level with the now whimpering woman, her husband and the petrified little brat hugging her mother for dear life. Breathing hard and baring her fanged teeth with a snarl, she quickly calmed down and stood back to her full height, tracing a clawed finger down her face to pull away a stray hair out of her eyes. “You’ll have to forgive me… I get rather defensive when someone threatens the livelihood of my daughter.”

Turning her attention back to the shaken principal, Susan’s demeanor softened. “I take it you called me here because you wanted to expel my daughter?” She asked, her hands at her waist while she waited for an answer.

“Well… Yes, The Smithson family here threatened to cut their donation funds unless your daughter was no longer on our roster.” The man shivered in his seat, the demonstration still leaving him shaken and worried what her reaction would be with his explanation. “They donate a generous one hundred thousand dollars annually for their daughter’s enrollment.”

“Is that so?” Turning her attention back to the other family and down at the girl who threatened her daughter last week. “And what exactly do you do for a living?”

Standing from his chair and shaking like a leaf, Mr. Smithson straightened his dress jacket and answered. “We own the Smithson canner corporation; we sell and distribute canned meat and produce.”

“Cute…” Susan then pulled a check book from her vest pocket and a pen from the principal’s desk. “Well then, I will see their one hundred thousand, and raise five million!”

“F-f-five million dollars?!”

“My Husband is a professor at Ivy League, our company is involved with bleeding edge scientific study and exploration and we have contracts with SHIELD, Stark and Pym Industries, the city and UN research grants. My proposal is quite simple, principal Moore. Either you keep your hundred thousand and this snot nosed brat and ALL the emotional bullshit she brings with her… As I’m sure she has a file her parents don’t like to look at.” Looking back at the bully and her parents, the trio avoided eye-contact with the wendigo woman. “Or I take my daughter, and my son, and my five million and put it all into the Xavier Institute, they’ve been hounding me to enroll my children there for years, but I strongly believe that a more ‘public’ education is more enriching, don’t you agree?”

Looking up to the wendigo woman waiting for her answer and back at the Smithson family, Principal Moore stood up from his seat and raised his hand to shake hers. “I do apologise for your daughter’s treatment in our school Mrs. Richards, the Smithson girl will be removed from our roster immediately.”

Shaking the principal’s hand and hoisting her daughter up in her arms, Susan beamed a smile back at Valaria as they left without so much as saying a farewell, leaving the Smithson family to remain sitting in stunned silence.

“Love you mommy!”

“Love you too sweetheart, lets get back home, Reed’s ordering fried chicken tonight and you know how your mother gets when she doesn’t get a bucket to herself.”

“Are you going to wrestle with Daddy again over it? Like you did last night? And this morning?”

“Uhm… Yes sweety… Heh, wrestle.” Susan looked away bashfully. Knowing sooner or later that genius or not, she was going to have to tell her kids about the birds and the bees sooner or later. “Sigh… Greer was right, I need bigger toys.”

The End.