Evil Plans Revealed

Kumiko made her way past several civilians either asking for autographs or asking about what had happened on Monday, ignoring every one of them as she made her way to the pier. She unfortunately was unable to fly, and according to the letter, the island was around ten thousand miles off the coast!

But while she was unable to get there, she knew somebody who did.

Kumiko stopped in front of a lighthouse at the edge of the pier and pounded on the door. "Come on, I know you're in there! You can't go anywhere a hundred feet from the water! Open up!"

"Keep your pants on, I'm coming!" A voice called out from behind the door. A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal an Irish woman in her early fifties dressed in a blue house coat, a look of surprise on her face as she saw her guest. "Magical Girl Kumiko! This is a surprise. To what do we owe the -"

"I'm sorry, but I really don't have the time for pleasantries right now, Ma'am!" Kumiko exclaimed quickly, "Is Selkie in?"

The woman gave a nervous chuckle as she looked around, sweat dripping down her neck. "Y-you mean the Irish superheroine girl who moved to Japan a couple years back? Ha ha! Now, I have no idea why you would -"

"Ma'am! This is a matter of life and ****! Two of this city's superheroes, and an innocent family, are most likely at ****'s doorstep right now after being kidnapped by a new nefarious villainess!" Kumiko snapped, stomping her foot. "The only way I can get to this villainess' island fortress with with Selkie's ability to talk with and control sea life! I know you are her mother, so if she's in and you're not telling me, you are indirectly responsible for the deaths of six individuals! Can you possibly live with yourself with that weighing on your shoulders?!"

Kumiko didn't mean to come off too harsh, but her family and friends were in danger. Not to mention, it wasn't as though Selkie was known for keeping her identity tight lipped; the two were heroines who posted their heroics at the shoreline to the social media accounts of their secret identities, after all.

The older woman merely stood their with a worried expression, blinking a few times before turning her head. "Coral! You have a guest!"

Deep within a dark jungle of a tropical deserted island, an dark, modern stone castle sat in the middle as a lone figure stood on the balcony, smiling evilly as she made her way back in. The Goddess of Shadow made her way down the steps as she continued to smile at how well her plans were coming into fruition. So, Magical Girl Kishi Kumiko would be right where she wanted -

"Zut alors! Fair zee last time! Just because I am French, zat does not mean I 'ave Vogue's numbair on speed dial! What next? Are vouz goéng to ask moi what mon favairite Jerry Lewis movie eez?!"

The Goddess of Shadow's smile faltered a bit as she sighed. Well, there may have been one drawback to collecting Kumiko's rouge gallery...

The shadow lady looked over to her left as she saw Mademoiselle Mufette and The Moth Queen in yet another argument. The twentieth in two days!

"Well, excuse me for assuming that someone with your body would've been a model before becoming infused with the DNA of a rodent that farts on it's enemies!" Moth Queen snapped in retaliation.

"As flattaireng as zat eez," Mufette said with a roll of her eyes, "eet eez also insulteng to think zat I am all béautay and non brains. Furthairmairé, skunks are not rodents who fart on zeir enémees! Zey aré maire lik a wéasel zat shoots a 'igh-lee potént musk from eet eez anal glands. And besides," she smirked smugly, "even if I was a model, I would névair be zo cruel as to wish yur 'airribuhl désigns on mon wairst énemy, Cheri.

"How dare you?!" Moth Queen snarled as she pulled out her amulet, summoning a swarm of moths. "Let's see how you feel when my designs are the only things in your size. Attack!"

The moths flew towards the skunk woman, Mufette smirking as she aimed her gauntlet at the swarm and sprayed, coating the insects in the smelly liquid. As a few dropped to the ground, a few others were blinded as they looked around for their target before charging forward again...

Except they were flying right towards The Lord of Lobsters.

The wannabe supervillain let out a yelp as the moths swarmed him, eating through his costume, t-shirt, pants, and underwear before flying off while leaving the fat loser in just his sneakers, glasses, and foam claw.

"Sacré blu!" Mufette cried out as she slapped her hands over her eyes, Moth Queen stifling a laugh as Curb Stomper, Gweneral Gwuck, and Gator Gal entered the room.

Realizing his naked body was on full display, Lord of Lobsters blushed crimson as he covered his small manhood with his foam claw as he chuckled and smiled sheepishly. Curb Stomper groaned and closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose while Gwuck tilted his head in confusion.

"Twit twoo!" Gator Gal whistled, staring at Lord of Lobsters with hearts in her eyes, fanning herself with her clawed hand. "Boy, I knew ya were a hunk before, but now? Hubba hubba!"

"Zhou can do so much better than this, Amiee." Mufette groaned in annoyance, shaking her head as Lord of Lobsters' smile became more genuine.

"Pffft! Ha ha ha ha ha!" Moth Queen laughed hysterically, pointing to Lord of Lobster's junk. "How can someone with that fat of an ass be that small?! I've controlled larva and worms that are bigger than that! Ha ha ha h-"

Moth Queen's laughter died when she felt herself being lifted off her feet by her collar, letting out a yelp as she gazed into the angry face of Gator Gal. "P-put me down this instant, you prehistoric brute! Or so help me, I'll -"

"You'll what?" Gator Gal snarled. "None of your bugs work on me. Ants, spiders, and bees? Can't get through my hide. Mosquitos? I'm from Louisiana, Sweetheart; swatting mosquitos is a state sport! Moths? I'm already naked as a jay bird, what are they gonna do?"

Moth Queen gulped.

"I thought so." Gator Gal said, narrowing her eyes. "Now, I think ya owe dat guy an apology, don't ya think?"

"Ha! You're prehistoric mind actually believes that The Moth Queen would stoop so low as to -" The woman's rant stopped dead as Gator Gal let out a low, gutteral growl, baring her teeth. "I'm sorry for making fun of your size, Lord of Lobsters! It's not puny in the slightest! Size isn't important!"

"And don't ya forget it!" Gator Gal hissed as she dropped the frightened woman to the ground before making her way over to Lord of Lobsters. "C'mon, Hun. While I hate to see dat sexy ass of yours covered up again, we better get ya another outfit other than your birthday suit. Especially if others can't appreciate da view!"

"So," Lord of Lobsters asked as the alligator woman led him out of the room, "what you said earlier, about Moth Queen's moths not effecting you..."

"When you're me, you have a hard time finding clothes dat fit. Und I get a rash from those jumpsuits in da slammer." Gator Gal replied, a hungry smile coming to her face as she looked over the villain wannabe. "Und it looks like someone's a grower, judging how dis little fact made your friend wanna come out und say hello..."

Lord of Lobsters squeaked in embarrassment and covered his erection as the odd couple left the room, The Goddess of Shadow shaking her head as she went through another doorway as Stryker hopped after her.

"Nice going." Stryker said with a mocking smile. "You wanted an army, and you got a circus."

"Let them continue their antics a little while longer, Stryker." The Goddess of Shadow said, "They'll outlive their usefulness soon enough. Are the prisoners contained?"

"Kumiko's family are together in one cell, that bratty and annoying quokka is locked in a birdcage, the freak of nature and his host are surrounded by a wall of fire, and the devil woman is trapped in a salt ring." Stryker listed off as he followed The Goddess of Shadow into a secret room in the castle. "Those clowns ain't gonna be going anywhere!"

"Good." The shadow woman said with a nod, reaching into a black void and pulling out a jeweled scepter as she grinned. "And once Kumiko arrives, she will fall victim to the perils of the jungle, leaving her alive but humiliated by the time she reaches our base. And once I expose her to her friends and loved ones, I'll offer her the choice of surrendering her powers, or watching her love ones parish one by one."

"And when she agrees, that's when we get rid of those yahoos, right?"

"Yes, Stryker, but only after I drain them of their abilities first." The Goddess of Shadows replied, rolling her eyes. "Just think about it! Mademoiselle Mufette's intelligence, Gator Gal's brute strength and armor like skin, Gwuck's insane durability, Curb Stompers shockwave attacks, Moth Queen's control of insect life, The Guardian Devil's demonic powers, Chimera's shape shifting, and Kumiko's raw magical power all combined with my shadow magic! I would be the most powerful villain in the solar system! Nay! The universe!"

"Ah, now all this is starting to make sense." Stryker said with a laugh, "For a second there, I thought you finally lost it! Hey, can I use the fat guy as a punching bag when you do get that powerful? I mean, like, an actual punching bag to build up my upper arm strength?"

"When I gain unmeasurable power, you can use The Lord of Lobsters as your own personal gym, if you wish." The Goddess of Shadow replied with a smirk as she and her henchman laughed, their wicked laughter echoing through the room.

"Can't this thing go any faster, Selkie?!" Kumiko shouted as she stood on the back of a killer whale, being pelted by sea water as she was accompanied by an Irish woman in her mid twenties, dressed in a pair of blue-green bikini bottoms and a seashell bra who was on the back of a second orca.

Selkie looked down and made a series of whistles, shrieks and clicks towards the whales, getting the same noises back in response. Looking back up, Selkie turned to Kumiko and said, "A killer whale can only swim fifty miles per hour! They can only go so fast!"

"Well I hope they can just get us there in time!" Kumiko shouted worriedly as the whales swam towards the island that The Goddess of Shadows had mentioned in her letter...