Kitty Pryde

When the unmarked black van appeared in the pork plant's loading dock, Sue Storm wasn't surprised to see Kitty Pryde behind the wheel. The young woman was probably one of the few X-Men to have a driver's license. In truth, the Invisible Woman was glad to see her.

Kitty Pryde was shorter than Sue, slender, with the kind of small, high breasts that had never weaned a child and the slender hips that had never passed them. Gangly teenage leanness had given way to a fit, athletic frame in womanhood, with wavy brown hair that fell to her shoulders. Perhaps fortunately, she was in civilian clothes right now, tight jeans and a sleek brown leather jacket over tennis shoes: practical wear that allowed freedom of movement and didn't scream "mutant" to the people of New York. Prejudice, sadly, was still rife in this city.

The hero formerly known as Shadowcat eyed Sue Storm oddly. The heroine had foregone her cumstained costume in favor of just making most of her body invisible, only keeping a few cutouts to suggest the outline of her body. Porkum continued to seemingly float in midair, restrained in a tube of invisible force.

Kitty's nose wrinkled as she saw this.

"Why is he restrained?" the mutant asked.

"He sent me chocolates laced with his own semen," Sue Storm said, as if that explained everything.

"Eww. Why?" the brunette directed this question at Porkum.

"I was trying to make friends!" Porkum said. "You people don't do that in your dimension?"

"We really do not," Sue Storm said. "Look, he's pissed me off, but he's a mutant, and S.H.I.E.L.D. or S.W.O.R.D. would just dissect him. Can you take him from here?"

"Easy," Kitty said, as she stepped forward. Her hand passed straight through the Invisible Woman's force field, phasing through the invisible barrier effortlessly. Together, the two heroines maneuvered Porkum into the back of the van. It was padded, but there were no restraints.

"Are you sure you'll be okay handling him on your own?" Sue said, as she released her force field. "I don't know exactly what powers he has, but he's..."

"Got the biggest prick you've ever seen," Kitty Pryde said. "Don't worry, Mrs. Richards. I'm an X-Man. I've dealt with bigger dicks. Pete Wisdom, for one."

Sue had to smirk. She felt uneasy about this, but also relieved. With what was left in Porkum's lair, she should have enough material to study the effects of the bon bons on her anatomy and counteract them. The X-Men were taking care of Porkum himself. And her husband and family were none the wiser.

"All right," Sue said. "Thank you very much for your help."

Kitty gave a little salute and phased through the door of the van, settling into the driver's seat.

That was when she realized that there was a vent between the front and rear compartments of the van. She could smell Porkum, even from up here. The masculine musk made her think of her times with Piotr Rasputin, Colossus. Sometimes when he'd slept, she'd buried her face in his armpit and inhaled his manly scent.

It made her a little wet.

Porkum pressed his snout against the vent. He wanted to talk.