Hot-Cross Bunny reveals she was playing you this entire time! Or perhaps you played yourself.

Almost casually, Snowflake cracks her knuckles. "Alright, I dragged this out as long as possible and even let some rapey sex criminal put his hands on me. The door is now officially closed, Griffin. Like, forever. You can stay loyal to your evil fascist queen all the way to a jail cell." As if there was any doubt that Snowflake was refusing to follow your orders to attack due to feeling jilted and wanting Griffin to come crawling back to her, it's now gone. She looks at Hot-Cross Bunny, who is nonchalantly checking her pocketwatch again.

"Just so you know, Bunny - I'm a vegan and I'm strongly against animal cruelty. But if you try to block my attacks with rabbits, that shit's on you, not me. So don't try."

"Gonna make her a 'snow bunny'?" you say cheerfully in an excited voice. Even if you didn't get to cum again, you're feeling great - and looking forward to a fight. Far from being exhausted, you feel charged with energy.

"You have time, I think, for a quick question first... you tall stack of queer, confused mystery meat," Hot-Cross Bunny says. "Do you recall why I attacked your hypocrite League's headquarters?"

"Because you're a supervillain?" Snowflake's voice sounds weary and exasperated.

"And?" Bunny says.

"To commit terrorism, mayhem, ****, and sexual ****?" Snowflake asks with a slight shrug.

"What kind of terrorism?" Bunny says, condescendingly tapping a finger against the side of her head in a mocking 'think' gesture. You yourself have no idea where she's going with this.

"Setting off bombs with callous disregard for your own underlings' lives?"

"Yes, precisely! Precisely in a very precise spot, with a very precise target, under a machine which a certain bitter, alcoholic, workaholic old widow used for a very precise purpose!"

"Oh. Right. Where she made the emergency robot pills..." Snowflake finally makes the connection, and her eyes go wide as she realizes she's not as safe as she'd thought. "Ah, shit!"

"And not only did your 'heroic'," Bunny does the ironic-rabbit-ears thing with her fingers again, "leader Thunderbird use her powers to tell me to go ahead and, I quote, 'make your tummy as big and round as a snowball'," Bunny strikes her best sexy-taunting pose, showing off her ass and flicking her wrist disdainfully at you, "but she has been greedily hoarding the last remaining contraceptive devices for herself! To make sure YOU get none!"

Snowflake's head whips around in a split second to stare at you. You feel an icy chill running down your spine. You almost whine to Hot-Cross Bunny about her selling you out, before realizing how stupid that would make you look.

"No! That's... a very un-charitable way of putting it!" you hold up your hands defensively. "I'm... I'm the victim here! My mom's in danger, remember? I have to wrap this up before she gets here! Just be a team player for the Weather Watch for once and follow my commands, and I'll give you-"

"YOU'LL GIVE IT TO ME RIGHT NOW!" Snowflake barks at you shrilly, starting to walk menacingly towards you, totally uncaring of the fact that she's completely in the buff and that her pussy is starting to visibly drip cum again.

"Oh dear... oh dear! I know this is a stressful situtaion for everyone, but please don't yell, Snowflake...!" Dr. Rainbow says haplessly.

"Damn it!" you look over your shoulder. You no longer hear Red Ballon squeaking and struggling around in the ventillation system, which means she must've reached Bunny's private office, hopefully. Which means you can't call on her firepower against Bunny and Walrus, not that R.B. would've been going out of her way to be helpful anyway. "Fine! If you'll stop being such a dick about it!" Without even thinking about what you're doing, you pull your left glove off and shake out the two tiny pinball-like spheres containing the shrunken spermicidal combat robots Petite Mort was making. "Take it!"

"How polite of you to offer." It's Hot-Cross Bunny who says that rather than Snowflake. A split second later, there is a large spotted bunny rabbit sitting on your extended forearm, popping right into existence as if by magic. An before you can react or shake it off, the small fluffy creature lunges forward and scoops both super-emergency-contraceptives into its mouth.

"FUC-" before the profanity can even finish leaving your mouth, dozens more rabbits are manifesting on top of you. As each rabbit lands on you it kicks off with its legs and hops away, scattering in all directions.

To her credit, rather than stand there in shocked confusion, Snowflake immediately whirls around on Hot-Cross Bunny and begins gathering a giant snowball in her hand, ready to throw it. But condensing the snow from the air takes precious seconds.... and Hot-Cross Bunny is nothing if not a mistress of small, discrete units of time. Even though her high heels seem like they should impede jumping, Hot-Cross Bunny hops backward nimbly and dodges the flying snowball. And the second. Each one takes her closer to the door. When she throws it open, all the rabbits start rushing for the exit at once.

You're so preoccupied trying to visually keep track of the rabbit that ate the emergency pills that you don't notice the problem until Hot-Cross bunny is already through the threshhold. "Oh dear. That's all the time I have. Toodle-doo!" Rather than her usual stressed, irate way of speaking, there is a singsong lilt to Bunny's voice. She slams the door closed behind her.

"Oh. Ohhh." the stocky supervillain Walrus adjusts his goggles. It seems like he was just as surprised as you, but he catches on quickly. "So sorry, ladies... I wish I could step aside and let you through, but you know what a super-strong henchman's lot in life is. Being a living roadblock for the heroines. Such is life." He raises his fists and steps in front of the door.

And, unfortunately, he turns out to be quite a beefy, hardy son-of-a-bitch, too. Even though the pawn and playing-card-themed henchmen are too spent to try and fight off the same superheroines they just thoroughly fucked, Walrus puts up a hell of a fight for a guy outnumbered two to one - he's kicked, he's sonic blasted, he's punched, he's knocked around the room by a snow golem, and yet he keeps pulling himself to his feet and coming back for more.

By the time he finally slumps to the floor for good and passes out... well, you don't have Hot-Cross Bunny's precise time sense, but you are pretty sure it's been plenty long enough for her to raise the alarm and go find Queen of Hearts.

"Snowflake." you say flatly.

"Yeah?" the tall white-haired elementalist asks in an annoyed tone.

"I kind of fucked up." you say.

"Yeah." is Snowflake's curt response.

"Doc's wand is in the porn studio. Break down the door and let's get it." you say.

"Dr. Rainbow... does SHE have a contraceptive spell?"

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Dr. Rainbow gives an absolutely piteous whine and pouts sympathetically. "I wish I wasn't asked that question so often after a team up I've done with other heroines. And I really, really, double-plus-extra wish that I could say 'yes'!"

Snowflake buries her face in her hands. A muffled, frazzled groan of frustration through gritted teeth emanates from her even as you charge up your sonic glove and smash the doorway to the studio open with a shower of splintered debris, and quickly set about locating Dr. Rainbow's magical wand.

"Oh, thank you, thank you so much Thunderbird!" Dr. Rainbow giddily hops up and down, almost tripping and stumbling on her high heels as you hand off the colorful wand to her while walking past her. The henchmen seem like they have thought better of trying to run. Actually, a couple snuck away while you were distracted, but the rest are too afraid of your wrath to move. Including Jack of Hearts on the couch. You walk over to him.

"Uh... Thunderbird... I was just following or-" he starts to say defensively, but with no warning, your hand lashes out and grabs the stupid fake beard and yanks it off his face.

"AHH! No, wait, wait, don't...!" he reaches out to try and snatch it back, but you are already hurling the stupid disguise over your shoulder. He stares into your eyes with horror.

With the way he's been carrying on, you expected him to be some major public figure. A congressman or police commissioner or somesuch. Maybe he is? It's hard to tell. He's a sort of generically handsome white guy somewhere indeterminately in the 30-45 age bracket. If you're talking about politicians, business leaders and other such privileged, famous figures, that doesn't exactly narrow it down.

The henchman blinks nervously. He looks confused by your reaction, as if he expects you to say something. "Uhhh... do you...?" he starts unsteadily.

"Listen, asshole," you say, "I'm not going to lie and tell you that you aren't going down for this. I'm dragging you into custody just like everybody else, so don't bother trying to cut any deals. The only deal on the table is this. Tell us where Queen of Hearts is, how long we've got before she gets here, and where she keeps her private notes and shit. Don't claim you don't know. Bunny herself said you're her current main underling. I mean, for fuck's sake, you've got the hearts symbol printed on the front of your uniform."

The henchman, eyes still wide with shock, nods rapidly. "Y-yes! I can help you! I can tell you all those things! And I'll wager that's where the dirty backstabber who was talking about taking you as his **** ran off to, as well! He'll be going to find Queen of Hearts, too! She's their trump card." he winces. "I'm not making a pun, that wasn't on purpose! I just mean to say she's the one they'll look to to overpower you..."

"Oh yeah, Isaac." you nod. "I didn't notice he slipped away. Dr. Rainbow, do me a favor and don't let me forget to beat the absolute shit out of that guy before we make our daring escape."

"But, but Thunderbird!" Dr. Rainbow whines, eyes getting big and her lip trembling in an adorable pout, "My Hippocratic oath...!"

"You can heal him again afterwards. In fact, I hope you do. I can beat him up several times over, then." you say. "Snowflake! Hurry up and get dressed! We need to go!"

When you turn, you see that Snowflake has been squatting down and holding her ass cheeks as wide open as she can with her hands. She is tensing up her stomach and grimacing as she tries to squeeze out as much of the henchman's cum as she can. "I'll go when I'm ready!" she hisses at you.

"Snowflake," you say, your voice softening a little, "trying to pee out the cum like that doesn't help. You'll have plenty of time to worry about that guy's sperm later." you jerk your thumb at Jack of Hearts for emphasis. "We can still win this one. Just follow my lead."