Her Own Face

Sue Storm stared into the reflection of her bathroom. It had been her own face in her dream. Her own self that had been dominating her. Violating her. That she had fought and overcome. The blonde bit her lip as she struggled with the possible ramifications of that little dream.

Her fears had a name.

She drew it on the steam of the mirror.

MALICE.

In Nightmare's realm, he viewed Sue Storm wipe the name from the mirror and step into the shower. Water splashed against her naked body, an image that could have been ripped from a wet dream. Yet there was a darkness within her that intrigued him. A strength and pain that he could draw out. A cold smile gripped his pale face, dark eyes locked on her as he crafted her next nightmare.

The day was a long one. Sue could feel the deep ache in her bones and muscles as she tucked her children into bed. A report of a minotaur in New Jersey had turned out to be the result of that long ago episode when Reed Richards had hypnotized Skrulls into cows. One of them, apparently, had been a bull, and its semen used to impregnate other cows. The Fantastic Four had to deal with a dozen half-Skrull, half-cow hybrids, which, fortunately, the Skrull Empire had agreed to take care of.

She slipped between the cool blue sheets of her bed and settled into her pillow.

Sleep did not come immediately. Her brain replayed events during the day. A snippy comment to Reed at breakfast that she felt guilty for. A candid shot from a paparazzi that made her ass look huge was spreading across the internet. An off-hand comment she had made about Tigra not knowing who the father of her child was...

The thought trailed off as Sue slid into Nightmare's realm.

It was one of Sue Storm's most intense nightmares. Propped up on the hospital bed, the gown barely covered her swollen stomach, the abdomen glowing from within as her child struggled to be born. The Invisible Woman's hands gripped the metal rails of the bed and she screamed and pushed, but her body was fighting her, the cosmic ray-enhanced physiology refusing to allow the child to pass their her vaginal canal.

Franklin's birth had almost killed her. Had almost killed them both. If Reed and the others hadn't returned from the Negative Zone in time...

Sue screamed as sweat dripped down her body. The pressure within her body was intense, and every contraction released a burst of energy from within, repulsing doctors and nurses. There was no one to help her. No one to save her.

Then a hand settled on her own. As familiar as Sue's own. She stared up into her own face, just as she had last night. Except now, she wore the black mask, the spikes, the cape with the crimson lining.

"Push, Sue!" her other self said. "I'm with you! We can do this! Together!"

Sue Storm screamed. Malice screamed too. Something moved inside of her now, something that wanted to be born. That stretched the Invisible Woman's cunny to the limit. For a moment, Sue's hospital gown and abdomen went invisible...and the Invisible Woman saw, to her shock and horror, not a child being pushed out of her grossly distended vagina, but her own naked body.

Sue Storm bolted upright in bed, drenched in sweat. Her legs shook, panties soaked. Beside her, Reed Richards stirred. He blinked in the darkness.

"Sue? Are you alright?" he said, as one arm stretched out to grip her shoulder.

The Invisible Woman shuddered and gripped his arm. Face hot. A strange, terrible erotic heat filled her.

"Fine, darling," she said. "Just a bad dream."