Dr. Stone Is Disappointed Sue Didn't Actually Lick The Pussy

"So you didn't actually perform cunnilingus?" Dr. Stone said. There was a tone of disappointment in her voice. Or perhaps disapproval.

"No," Sue Storm said. "As I told you, that would have been cheating."

Dr. Stone was dressed like a very upscale librarian today. Golden hair in a bun, cozy white button-up cardigan over a long-sleeve shirt, long skirt that went all the way down to her ankles, and high-heeled boots. Prim. Proper. Oddly maternal.

Sue Storm, who was wearing her mom jeans and a StarkIndustries t-shirt with running shoes, felt severely underdressed by comparison.

"And how do you feel about that?" Dr. Stone pressed. "Cheating, I mean."

"I don't want to do it," Sue Storm said. Then, more firmly: "I won't cheat on my husband."

"Of course not," Dr. Stone said, her tone conciliatory. "I didn't mean to imply that. Of course...would it really be cheating? With another woman, I mean."

"Of course!" Sue said, shocked at the doctor's suggestion. "Whether it's with a woman, or an gynoid, or a...a female-identifying energy being!"

Dr. Stone raised an eyebrow.

Sue sighed.

"We ran into a female version of the Beyonder once," she explained. "Or, well, I'm not sure Cosmic Cubes have genders, but when it assumed humanoid form it looked and acted female."

"Okay," Dr. Stone said. "I think it might have been good for you if you had, though."

"What!?" Sue said. "How could you say that?"

"Think about it this way, Susan," Dr. Stone said. She tilted her head so that her glasses caught the light. An aura seemed to surround the golden bun on her head, a trick of the sunlight and the golden hair that made a kind of halo. Sue blinked, slightly dizzy as Moonstone's gravimeteric wave hit her forebrain like a Pan-Galactic Garbleblaster on an empty stomach. "Part of your stress comes from your subconscious attraction to women. Their breasts, their thighs, their pussies. You had, through no fault of your own, fallen into a situation where you could have satisfied that curiosity. Instead, you went defensive. Turtled up. So instead of confronting those feelings, you've continued to bottle them up."

Sue's head swam. She nodded absently. In a state of utter suggestibility.

"So," Dr. Stone said. "Here's what you should do..."