Post-Multiversal-Nut-Clarity

*Written in collaboration with Namichwan

With a thump the two landed on a flat rooftop. Disheveled, mostly naked, and rubbing scrapes, but Mark was thankful to be alive.

"Well, that was close. Too close." He muttered as he felt hot sunlight warm his skin, lips quirking upward at the chance to use a stock adventure cliche.

He stood up and stretched out.

“What a wild ride. Never thought I’d join the infinite miles club, but who can say they fucked in like 30 universes? This guy~” He smirked, expecting some sort of response from his companion but annoyingly getting nothing.

America was far too interested in keeping her white creamy filling on the inside.

“Pregnant… pre~gnant… dios mio, I really thought I’d never, ever, ever find the cock to actually go and make me a mamma.” She rambled, scooping up the escaping cum and pushing it back into her gushing cunt, “Does childbirth hurt? What should we name it? Do you think it’ll be twins-?”

“HEY!” Mark barked, snapping his fingers in front of her face, “Concentrate! You got nine months of waiting before any of that shit matters, now if you don’t want that to be the last load I give you I suggest getting up!” He growled, America instantly following orders and standing to attention. Her uncovered breasts practically slamming her face as she leapt up, standing to attention. “Good, now let’s go back to Utopia for now and plan our next move.”

America cringed and didn’t move.

He tapped his foot, “I said…”

“I know! I know, but… but I can’t follow that order.” She gulped out, raising her hands in defense as Mark started looking angrier, “I literally can’t, Master! Part of my exile was a ban on travel in and out of the Utopian Parallel by the Demiurge! I only get to visit once a month for my Aunts! I swear, please don’t take your lovely cock away!” The lesbian begged.

Mark sighed. “Once more, my toys are ripped away from me… but fine, whatever. I can tell you’d follow my order if you could,” He told the girl, America sighing to herself in pure relief, “A month, eh? Gives us some time to save everyone first.” He looked around the roof, noting the sandy yellow walls before walking towards the edge, “Let’s take a break and get a look at this universe first I guess. You never know, maybe it’s nice.”

Mark and America sat on the ledge with their legs hanging off the side of the building. A bustling street below, a one story taller building across from them, some sort of hexagonal greenhouse beside it.

"This is Wakanda, I'm sure of it. Something starts with a B Zana, the capitol, means Golden City I think." She told him, her expressively waving arms sending her still bare brown boobs swaying.

"Huh. Really?" He was thinking about how he'd almost chosen to come there rather than go after the Fantastic Four. Felt like a million years ago when it couldn't have been more than a couple weeks.

A lot had happened in that time

"Yea! I've been here once or twice. Can't mistake this architecture, kind of like the Parallel a bit."

Mark could kind of see it. There were a lot of trees, the foliage almost seemed to harmonize with many of the buildings around them. But this was also completely different: a vast city stretched out around them in a valley with what looked like a mountain range to the north and south and a thick lush jungle to the east and west. The people of the Utopian Parallel had been all gathered up in various small communities residing in their weird colosseum structures dotted across their technicolor fields and rolling hills.

America pointed into the distance towards the center of the valley past the point where the buildings became a host of rather beautiful and strikingly constructed skyscrapers where a sprawling golden structure sat, surrounded by water and flanked by two enormous cat statues, "See? That's the Royal Palace. This is totally the capitol of Wakanda. Though..." she cast her glance back down at the pedestrians below, "... I remember they wore more clothes..."

He cast his gaze back down at the people haggling before merchant stalls and those just walking as well as those onboard some sort of open-sided tram that did not appear to use a rail of any kind. It wasn't like they were all nude, in fact quite a few were fully dressed in colorful robes or the trendy sort of clothes one would expect to see in a cosmopolitan first-world city. But many, probably a little more than half were wearing a lot less, straight up just wearing a g-string was apparently appropriate attire when in public. For women AND men. Though there did seem to be four women for every one man for some reason.

He turned to look back at America and smirked as he saw her leaning forward, proudly dangling her naked tits, "So it's an alternate reality Wakanda? Well, after the crazy places we've just been through, I'll take it. If the only difference is they're scantily-clad-"

She laughed as he gestured at their bodies, he only had on a shirt and she was completely nude. "I guess we fit right in!" Though her smile quickly faded as she stared longingly at his cock, “Though, to be fair, I have a feeling that clothes won’t be the issue…”

He followed her eyeline, “Ah yeah, biggest white cock. Guess my caucasian-ass will stick out here.” Mark scratched his stubbly chin towards the throngs of residents, pointing to one in particular, “Those ones are wearing some head scarves. Maybe I can stretch my shirt over my head and-”

After shifting the top over his head something fell out of his top pocket. Quickly he grabbed it and looked it over, "At least this thing came with." He held up Reed's dimensional tracker device.

America stared at the metallic pad with its one small screen in his hand, her brows drawing together, "How…?"

"I don't know. It definitely wasn't in that pocket when we left the UP. I guess Reed finagled it to slip through dimensions with me."

She snorted, waving her hands up in surrender "Silly super science. Entiendo, master."

Mark turned it in his hand. He generally hadn't paid the thing all that much attention. For all its vaunted ability, the thing was about as user-friendly as a brick. A lot of numbers and abbreviations that were incomprehensible to him. But now it was doing something new. Two lines were golden and blinking rather than glowing dull green:

—-User MW61668 Current Location: Universe 61667—-
—-Subject FH61668: Location: Universe 61667—-

He stared at it uncomprehendingly for a few seconds before it clicked. He'd figured out the ID numbers for himself and his harem, but the device's infinitely long list of numbered universes with absolutely no explanation or correlation with each other had made the idea of actually using it to find everyone exactly like locating a needle in a haystack, or rather one particular grain of sand on a beach or more likely one particular hydrogen atom in the sun. But it looked like it was telling him that Felicia Hardy, HIS Black Cat was in THIS universe!

"What is it?" America's hand slipped right past his thigh to soothingly rub the top of his flaccid prick as it slumbered atop his nuts.

Kinky bitch, she never passed up a chance to dote on that massive white cock he'd made her love so much.

"I think this thing is telling me that my little kitty cat is in this dimension."

"Okay, now that is just so preciosa! I didn't know you had a soft side like that, master.” She cooed, snuggling her face against the top of his head briefly, “Wait. Why did Reed send your pet into the multi- oh. I just got it. Soy tonta. You mean one of the ones you’ve saved, yeah? A little kitty cat cunt to play with like… Tigra? Hellcat?"

"Close, Black Cat.Though I did turn her into my pet cat when I brought her to life, so make sure to pet her a lot and let her lick you clean once we find her." He said while grinning toothily at America while punching at the four non-descript little buttons underneath the device's screen.

Her hand was wrapping around his member now as she grazed his shoulder with her own, "Oh I will, Mark. I'll pamper that pussy alright. So where is she?"

He button smashed through various lists of universe codes and one very short list of subject/location codes, before sighing and slumping with the device limply held in his lap, "She's here. In this universe. Sooo…. I've narrowed it down from atoms in the sun to grain of sand on the beach. Fuck."

His downcast gaze was met by America as she bent down low even as she bent his soft pipe of a cock into a U and delivered one of her sweet kisses to it's head, "You're acting like that's some insurmountable challenge, amor. You have a device that can find them in the infinite multiverse! Trust me, when you’ve lost someone, that’s the real task in finding them…” She drifted off, looking up to the sky before shaking it off. “Once you know the universe there’s plenty of ways to find someone. Remember silly super science? And don't sleep on magic. With just one universe and that gizmo there, all we have to do is make the right person real and we'll be set. No moping! We've got this!"

He couldn’t help but smile at her upbeat attitude. “Alright, Ms Chippy. I’m all ears for ideas of where to start.”

She looked around then shrugged, “If I know T’Challa, then there’s gotta be some scanner in his palace that searches for Multiversal energy. Your gato didn’t come through my superior star portals, so that’s a big energy spike we can search for.”

“Sounds good,” He nodded, liking the sounds of that, “But let’s sneak into a house and grab some grub first. I was so busy fucking your brain I didn’t actually get any lunch, and those spices smell good~”

They accessed the building through a door on the roof and they gingerly made their way down the stairs as they heard the sounds of laughter, conversation, and general familial noise coming from further in. Mark moved confidentially as America led the way, assuming he'd be able to handle a batch of random citizens in an enclosed space especially with his super-powered minion to play the tank.

The door at the end of the hallway abruptly opened and a big Black woman stepped through. Her frame was large but she just managed a pudgy hour-glass thanks to the shear overwhelming mass of breasts she had packed into a bright green and blue sarong top, her wide hips wrapped in a matching long loin cloth. Her bare stomach was a bit doughy, but her enormous overhanging jugs downplayed that. She looked to be somewhere in her forties and like a person who had been a much greater weight in the recent past, one who had the great fortune to not lose a single pound of fat where she wanted it most: her chest and backside. Her face was strikingly thin for that body and if it wasn't beautiful, it somehow managed to be attractive anyway thanks to her warm smile and bright eyes.

She placed her hands on her hips and cocked her head at America as she said something that sounded both sassy and welcoming in a language he didn't recognize. When America just stood there without responding, she continued in very good English, her accent minute, "I said, who's this sneaking around on my roof?"

"Uh. America Chavez, señora. We weren't sneaking just-oh! hi there!" she was surprised as the Wakandan woman suddenly stepped forward and engulfed her in a hug.

Mark watched the smiling woman's face appear on America's shoulder, her eyes closed. She whispered something in the latina's ear and seemed to tilt her head back as if she were waiting for a response.

Then her eyes popped open and she finally saw Mark.

“AH! My king!” She exploded, rushing over to him and throwing herself to the floor to bow. “I am so sorry! I did not realize you were here!” She seemed genuinely sorry, and Mark was genuinely weirded out, “Are you out of your throne training this ‘American Chavez?’ If there is anything you need from me while you are visiting my humble home, please do not hesitate to ask.”

So, this was a universe where Mark resembled the king? Well, that’ll be useful for sure. “Uh, yes, my… subject.” He started, earning a half cocked smile from his multiverse traveling partner. “I require your finest of meals to satisfy my endless hunger.”

He knew his acting could be better there, but it seemed to have worked as the motherly woman grabbed his hand and practically dragged him back through the doorway. “Come! Come eat! To seat the king at my table is an honor beyond comprehension!”