Handcuffed To Spider-Woman's Bed

Sue Storm's phone buzzed. It cut through the darkness, and puffy eyes opened a little. She did not recognize the bedroom she was in. Too much red, black. Footprints on the ceiling. The Invisible Woman blinked slowly, and a spike of pain stabbed through her skull. Her teeth felt furry, and there was a sour taste in her mouth.

She was in her underwear, beneath the covers. A furry butt was pressed against her bare thigh. By the shape of the mass underneath the duvet, it was a large dog of some kind, though it smelled like a cat. Sue shook her head, which was a mistake, and tried to locate her smartphone. It was on the bedside table to her right.

There was a soft clink as she tried to reach for it. Blearily, she looked up at her right arm, which hung above her head. The bed was one of those old-fashioned iron-framed affairs, and the Invisible Woman's wrist was handcuffed to the bedframe. The cuffs were covered by a soft tiger-print furry fabric. Beneath the duvet, a soft tail touched Sue's ankle.

The Invisible Woman closed her eyes. When she opened them again, the room was still there. She reached out, with her powers, to lift the phone on an invisible arm and bring it in front of her face. It was a call from Reed. Sue tapped the icon with her nose.

"Hello, darling," Sue said, and even to her own ears her voice sounded tired and slightly slurred.

"Good morning," Reed Richards said. "Where are you?"

Sue blinked, and looked around. Her eyes fixed on a photo on the wall. It was Spider-Woman and Captain Marvel. Next to it, a picture of a baby. Spider-Woman pregnant. A framed private eye license.

"I think I'm in Spider-Woman's apartment," Sue said. Then added: "There was tequila."

Reed chuckled.

"Well, as long as you're okay. Let me know if you need me to send a taxi when you're ready to come home," Reed said, amusement and perfect trust in his voice.

Weirdly, possibly because of the residual booze in her system, the whole situation struck a chord in the Invisible Woman. Holding the phone with an invisible ****-field, Sue's free hand reached down under the covers and slid under her panties. She ignored the tail that rubbed against her ankle as her fingertips found her clit.

"You know how wet I am right now?" Sue said, her voice barely a whisper. "I wish you were here. I could really use your Mr. Fantastic..."

It was crude, clumsy, but Sue Storm, still half-drunk, didn't care. Right now, she was hoping her husband would pick up on the bait...unaware how his wife's actions were still being influenced by Moonstone through the smartphone.