Post-Coital Clarity

Breathing in with a smile on her fanged lips, Emma smirked when she caught someone in the corner of her eye hiding behind a wall in the hallways. Finding the blue furred doctor and scientist try to keep out of sight and document in a note pad, Emma rested her hands at her sides and made a pose for McCoy as he stopped and realised, he had been caught.

“Get enough there for your notes Hank?” Snarked the White Queen as she turned on her heel and walked with a swivel to her hip, ignoring Beast’s yelp of surprise and scurrying away as she went down the stairs to the living room to find Storm, Rogue and Psylocke piled up together on the floor on top of the debris of the coffee table. Panting in exhaustion and looking up to the wendigo woman with mixed looks of frustration and post-coital bliss.

“Looks like YOU all had fun. Was it as good for you as it was for me?”

“I hate you… So much…” Hissed Betsy, her blush visible even underneath the white fur of her face. “This is all your fault.”

“PLEASE darling.” Chuckled Emma, crossing her arms under her chest and bringing a hand to her fanged lips to cover her smirk. “I just provided a good show, that lady boner is ALL your fault.”

“No, it isn’t! You gul durn alley cat with horns.” Snapped Rogue, blushing hotly and trying to cover the fact her nips were still hard.

“Indeed! Ever since you linked us with you to keep our impulses in check, we’ve been victims of YOURS!” Accused the weather goddess, getting to her feet and helping Rogue and Psylocke to stand. “We can’t go a single day without knowing that you are breaking Scott’s back and pelvis to sate your personal gratifications.”

“Yeah!”

Pff, you’re just jealous.” Giggled Emma as she sat down on the couch and crossed one leg over the other, leaning back with a smile as she patted her hand at the arm of the couch. “Scott’s just trying to make things easier for me while I wait for a cure, you ladies understand with YOUR men. By the way Ororo, how’s Logan? Oh, that’s right, you can’t find him because he can literally smell you coming a mile away. And YOU Anne, has Remy come back from his hiatus from Louisiana yet?”

Hearing the two growl like a pair of upset tigresses, Emma’s smile became devilish as she moved to the far end of the couch and gestured that they join her.

“Just kidding, sigh… Alright fine, once we get this all resolved and get back to being small, petite and human again, I owe you all a fun time.”

Trading looks, the other three wendigo women hesitantly sat on the couch and squeezed together to make room, continuing to watch television as Betsy reached for a bucket of chicken from the ground and swallowed a drumstick whole.

“You owe us a LOT more than just a fun time Emma. Everything itches, I’m hungry all the time and I can’t wear any of my clothes while I’m an 8-foot-tall sasquatch.”

“You’re a wendigo darling, sasquatch are found further south of the border.” Getting a dirty look from Betsy, Emma rolled her eyes and looked away, resting her chin in her free hand, and plucked a chicken thigh out of the bucket with the other. “By the way… Any word from Xavier getting hold of Doctor Strange to fix any of this?”

“Sadly no…” Groused Ororo, eating from the other bucket she salvaged from the carpet floor. “From what the professor has told me, he has tried reaching Doctor Strange’s front desk for days, but his assistant keeps claiming he is preoccupied in another dimension repairing the fabric of reality.”

“In other words, the good doctor is sampling his own medicine.” Snorted Rogue.

“I’ve had his tea once when I visited his place.” Betsy commented, making an explosion sound effect with her mouth while gesturing her hands at her head blowing out. “Bloody amazing tea!!!”

“Which means we’re stuck like this for a little while longer… Wonderful.” Commented Emma, taking another bite. She hated waiting for things she wanted but for now there was little she could do about it. At least it wasn’t all terrible, but to live much longer as some giant furry animal woman had its cons, primarily that of her wardrobe now several sizes too small and any makeup being useless when you are covered in fur. At least the sex was good. “Honestly if I ever find that furry bugger that bit me, I’d turn him into a throw rug.”

Spotting the remote on the floor amongst the debris of the coffee table, Emma picked it up and used it to change the channel to another news feed.

‘Good afternoon and welcome to channel 5 news. I’m your host today, Jenna standing in for our usual anchor, John who is in hot water after a DWI. It seems our neighbours up north have been dealing with a nasty problem of their own of late. For several days in the province of… Manitoba, huh… Weird, ’ Chuckled the anchor woman as she smiled and shook her head. ‘They’ve had a string of attacks from some albino looking yeti going around gobbling up farm animals. One said farmer manages to catch THIS video with the beast escaping back into the woodlands.’

Stunned silent, the four wendigo ladies could only watch the blurry, shaky camera reveal a hunched and burly wendigo skulking away from eating a cow in the middle of the night and try to flee into the forests, past the fence line of the farm.

‘The local authorities are putting out a reward for the location and possible capture of the beast, if you are curious of joining in the manhunt or for more information, just contact…’

Getting up from the couch in unison, the four wendigo women traded looks of shock and distress as Emma nearly broke the remote control in her clawed hand. Her face a cold mask of control disguising her fury.

“Ladies… Do you realise what this means?”

“Yeah… Ol Jenna there should go back to servin coffee.”

“No Rogue, it means we get some PAYBACK!!!”