Rodent Problems! Or Rodent Answers!

Sue was getting fed up. The “vacations” to meet Sluggo, her other husband where becoming a problem. There were paparazzi everywhere when she came to the prison. The persona of “Gilty” was now as famous as Susan Storm-Richards was on Earth. She was constantly signing autographs as she walked through the halls, from guests, guards, and villains kept in the prison. Talk about high profile. If she even went off the prison grounds to another planet for coffee, she was accosted. Sure, she enjoyed the visits with Sluggo, but this was getting ridiculous. Part of the reason she started this sexual vacation/escapade turned lifestyle was to get away from the stress of being a well known celebrity.

There were times before she went to the prison that she slipped into the checked Reed's Negative Zone television and video feeds, to see that large crowds gathered outside the prison. They must be onto her schedule. If Reed and the team were around, she would slip to the Gideon Trust, whose Negative Zone lab was all but abandoned and slip into the Zone for a “conjugal”. Sue loved the sex. In fact, she NEEDED the sex. It was the only thing relieving the tremendous stress. Reed wasn't giving it to her, as per usual, and the task of seeing Sluggo was now becoming more a burden than a relief.

One night, she sat thumbing through a magazine, called “Under the Mask”. It was like an “US Weekly” or “People” magazine devoted largely to the lives of Heroes and Heroines, with some mention of Villains and Villainesses. She prided herself on never being in the magazine, save for a few pictures of her meets with Namor. Nothing had really happened between them, some kisses, and caresses, but nothing that rose to the level of TRUE infidelity. Funny, she thought, as she realized that in the N-Zone, their versions of these magazines were largely focused on Gilty and her life. She was the “Kim Kardashian” of the Zone, and she was growing resentful of this.

Johnny was on the couch next to her, and watching the news. There was a report of a stolen experimental ****, that was going to potentially change the medical field. With the mixture of steroids, human growth hormone and Pym Particles to a degree, it was to be used to help grow limbs, and aid people who had issues with muscle growth or issues related to stunted height due to disease. “Why would anyone steal that,” Johnny said turning the channel.

Ben Grimm munched on a five layer burger, with multiple patties. “They haven't even tested it on rats yet. What a weird world?”

The Invisible Woman was too engrossed in her own mind to even hear her teammates. She needed sex, but she knew that the crowds and paparazzi weren't worth it. She could hire bodyguards, but that would be a whole issue of finding trustworthy help itself. What if she did “visit” Namor. He'd be more than happy to finally get in her blue uniform, so to speak. She looked at his body, and his muscles. They were nice, but it didn't get her flower going like it used to. She flipped the page to see Spider-man and laughed. Next, she told herself, flipping another page. Thor? He was apparently single. He was buff, but again, not the same reaction she had once had for the Asgardian. Before he made her heart flutter with his strange way of talking and his muscles. Sue looked next at Wolverine, then Cyclops, both were seen with Emma Frost. It was a fake story, as Wolverine and her weren't an item, Sue knew this. Something about these two led to the same result....nothing. They're all just too, what was the right word. Human! Uggh, Sue sighed in her head and put the magazine down. It was true. She wasn't in to humans.

She became frustrated as days past. She wanted to visit Sluggo, and wasn't even mad that Reed didn't ask for or respond to sexual advances. A few days later a package came to the Baxter Building. It was an envelope, marked with Susan's name on it, and no return address. The robotic receptionist ROBERTA was about to throw it out as suspicious, since that was protocol with all the numerous weird letters and packages that were sent to the Four. And there were plenty. By chance, Sue was walking by, and ROBERTA called to her. “Mrs. Richards, you have another unmarked package!”

Sue flipped through the official mail, and lifted her eyes, “Let me see,” she said using her powers as ROBERTA held up the package. Sue looked into the package and saw what she believed were Polaroids. Sue gasped when she saw what they were off. She grabbed the package from ROBERTA and instructed her not to log its arrival or acceptance. The robot listened to its master and erased any record even her own memory as instructed by Susan.

The Invisible Woman rode the elevator to the living quarters and instructed HERBIE to turn off the cameras. She opened the package and pulled out the Polaroids. There were pictures of a hairy creature's loins. The red penis pushing from the hairy groin in the first picture was all to familiar. “Rhodan?” Sue thought looking at his small penis of the Ratman from the trinket shop. “I thought he knew not to contact me, and promised to keep my secret. How did he even find me.” Though any cursory search would reveal the Fantastic Four lived in the Baxter Building, even if you were hailing from the Zone you could find this out.

Sue flipped to the net picture, putting the first one to the back of the stack. On it was written “Week 1” and it was the same picture, but now the red penis was larger? Or so she thought. Slightly at least. Then she pulled out the third picture. “Whoa,” she said aloud, and noticed the red phallus had grown even larger by several inches. She began whipping through the photos and got to the last one, and saw the same picture and the same angle, but now the red penis was at least a foot and half long, pulsing with veins and not even hard. She looked at the back of the photo. “Stop in some time Ms. Invisible!” Was the words. It was Rhodan alright.

Sue stared at the picture, and for the first time in a long time of checking out a male, her flower began to bud and bloom, almost leaking through her panties. She sighed and laughed finally, “Looks like Sue ain't in to humans either!”

A few days later....

Rhodan was cleaning up his shop, sweeping the floor and about to close. He thought about his days as a pretty decent villain, someone to be respected and revered. Or he told himself. Still, he had fought with the likes of Adam Warlock, and the Guardians of the Galaxy. He had been the “Master” of the “hounds of helios”, which were really just some mean N-Zone like dogs he trained a while back. He had to sell them of course, and make a living in a legit way, as villain life didn't always pay. Now he had a fat rat wife back at home. She was a true bitch. He hated her. She wasn't even happy now that he had monster junk down there. He had hired a group to steal the growth cream and applied it to his cock. They needed to start trials on mice, so why not a ratman.

The chimes of his front door jingled loudly, and he didn't even look up. “We're closed”. He told the patron. He wanted to go home and drink and maybe jerk off to some Gilty porn.

“I thought you wanted me to stop by,” a feminine familiar voice spoke.

Rhodan looked up to see Sue Storm pull off her hoodie, and he smiled. “Welcome back Ms. Invisible! Did you see anything you liked!”

Sue gave him a look of annoyance while she pulled her large brown overcoat around her body “Listen, I'm interested in one item.” She said. “But here is the thing. I don't want the glitz and the glamour of Gilty, or the stress of Susan Storm. Or the attention of either.”

The ratman paused and looked at her, “Well, what do you want?”

She laughed, “I want a job,” she looked around pausing, “Is the oil to darken my hair still in the back?” The elderly ratman nodded, confused about what was happening. Sue walked to the back through the hall, her large boot heel clicked, and it was the first time he noticed. Once out of his site, she called back to him. “I just don't want the paparazzi, or the fame, or the stress. No cameras, no Galactus, no fans, no teams, no heroes, no villains.” He heard her rummaging around in the back, and waited. “I need these vacations, however” she added. “So I'm offering my services around here. I come and help out every now and then. Nice easy work.” She explained that this planets distance from the Crossroads made it perfect at times. Due to the orbit of this planet around the center of the Zone, there were times when one Earth hour would be two weeks in the Zone. When the planet orbited closer, the ratio would be much closer to one to one. She could come in the further orbit periods.

The former villain, now fat shop owner shrugged, “And what would I pay you, I don't make much.”

She surprised him by walking from the back, her hair, jet black, oily and pulled back. She had on black rimmed glasses, and bright red lipstick. What REALLY got his attention was the black panty and garter set with a see-through bra and see through panties. Her black stockings went down beneath the knee high heeled boots. “I think we can work something out!”

Ten minutes later....

Rocket Racoon was bored. He had some downtime on this stupid planet that he hated with a passion. As he walked through the streets and markets, he realized he was close to an old friend, or more like enemy turned pathetic shop owner and all around loser, Rhodan the ratman. They were about the same height, but Rocket had him beat “down there” so to speak, by about two inches. It killed Rhodan whenever he saw Rocket with some girl. When they were out at bars, or when they somehow ran across each other, since they weren't friends. He was a hero with the Guardians, Rhodan was a scumbag villain. The girls would look down on the Ratman with disgust as they clung to Rocket.

“Rhodan just doesn't got it,” Rocket laughed and walked towards the shop. He pulled the door open and heard the chime of the bells. “Rhodie you ol' rat, where are...” He stopped in his tracks and his jaw dropped when he saw Rhodan on a stool. He was behind some gorgeous raven-haired woman in glasses with large breasts who was bending over. Rhodan was pounding her from behind, and Rocket could see the large red phallus as it pumped in and out of the moaning woman who kept screaming Rhodan's name.

“FUCK ME RHODAN!” She screamed, “FUCK ME SO GOOOOOD!” She held his small furred hands to her large breasts and helped him twist her nipples.

The pair finally noticed the small Racoon hero, and without missing a beat in unison both yelled “WE'RE CLOSED!”

Rocket quickly closed the door and stepped back. He was shaking his head in disbelief. He peered through the slats of the window shades, and watched the girl get pounded from behind. How had Rhodan done this to his cock? Rocket looked down at his own small bulge. It was probably like four inches, huge for his species and much bigger than that fucking rats had been. He was embarrassed as he found himself watching the strange pair. The girls eyes were rolled back into her head, so he could only see the whites of her eyes. Her mouth was open and she seemed to be drooling. Rhodan's own face matched the intensity on the woman's as he pounded her. He was drooling as well.

Rocket imagined it was him in that shop, but as he watched Rhodan's meat, huge, thick and veiny pumping in and out, he had a hard time placing himself in Rhodie's shoes. Rocket's own eyes rolled up, and he felt the first spurts of an orgasm, as they hit the floor right under the front door. He caught his breath and looked up to see the woman through the slats. Covering herself with a brown towel or some kind of cloth, she pulled her glasses down with her other hand and gave him a look of utter disgust. Shaking her head she adjusted the slats of the shades so no one could see inside.

Several days later.....

Frank Schlicting, otherwise known as the constrictor walked down the narrow streets towards the rodent's shop. “This fucking clown better have my money.” He had done the job over three weeks ago to steal some experimental **** from a research lab. It was a very simple job, with only minor security. Getting to the Zone was more a problem. Yet, the job was done, the package delivered. Rhodan the Ratbitch as he called him had stiffed him up until now. “Next week”, was the constant response when he called. Frank had enough, he called this morning and was surprised by a female voice who answered telling him the money was at the shop and stop by when you can. The Constrictor had no real idea what the rat used the chemical for, but these megalomaniac villains. Who knew?

He pulled the door to the shop open, and stopped in his tracks. On a ladder in front of him was a woman. Her jet-black hair was up and in a bun, and she wore a tight gray shirt, and tight black skirt, that barely covered her ass. He could see the bottoms of her ass cheeks, covered by the nylons. His eyes followed the Nylon stocking line down to her black high heels that had a strap around her ankle. He gruffed, and she finally turned her head. She was smoking hot, and had glasses on which she adjusted as she smiled down to him with red painted lips.

She came down the ladder slowly. He reached out to help her by offering a hand and she nodded and said thank you. “Mr. Schlicting I presume?” She held her hand out to shake his, which he returned in kind.

He bent down and kissed her hand. “And who are you toots,” he looked her up and down, seeing the gray blouse come up to the tops of her cleavage. He was shocked and disappointed when she covered herself quickly. “This place is no place for a broad like you?”

“My name is Mouse,” she answered, “I'm Mr. Rhodan's assistant!”

Frank looked around and pointed to the back. “Is he back there, where is the little rat shit?” He moved towards the back.

Mouse held out her hand to stop him. “He is at lunch.” She reached on the table and pulled out an envelope. It was thick. “It's all there Mr. Schlicting. You can count it if you like!”

The Constrictor shook his head, “No thanks, I trust YOU, maybe not the rat.” He winked at her. “Why don't you come to lunch with me?” He opened the envelope and pulled out the money. “I'm buying!”

Mouse waved her hands. “Oh no...no, no, no. Mr Rhodan insists that I suck his dick after his lunches. If he doesn't have a post-lunch blowjob he get very upset!” She moved past the man and grabbed a mop. Her heels clicked as she placed it in the bucket. She walked over towards the door and began to mop right in front of him.

Frank was utterly floored by that statement. “You got to be kidding me,” he laughed, “that guy!” He slapped the money in his hand, thinking. “Well, how about after work, let me take you out?”

She pushed him out the now open front door. “Sorry no, I am FAR too busy. Mr. Rhodan is going to fuck me hard after work, and he promised to take me to dinner afterwards.” She placed the mop on the floor. “Besides, I apologize Mr. Schlicting, but I don't date humans.” She went about mopping up some white stains on the floor. Frank was sure he heard her mutter, “So much cum, why does he do it here!”

That night....

Hammerhead was now in charge of the N-Zone wing of the Maggia. Why not branch out the leaders had said. He sat in the VIP with a number of cohorts and woman. They were of all species and colors and sizes. He watched the crowd of the club, and noticed the couple that entered the front. A small elderly fat-rat man he recognized as Rhodan the two bit former villain turned store owner, and a tall raven-haired beauty in a tight red dress with red heels. “What the hell did he do to her?”

What indeed. Mouse, as Susan Storm-Richards was calling herself, felt great. Not just because she was a little tipsy from earlier drinks and a little spiced up, but also because there was no paparazzi, no galactic threat, no charities to deal with, no porn mags or pictures to sign. Reed had taken off with Pym again, and Ben and Johnny were dealing with an Inhuman crisis on the moon. She had a week or so to relax. Well, an Earth week or so. That meant she had TIME in the Zone. She definitely had a glow about her. It didn't hurt that she was more than well fucked at the moment. Her and Rhodan had “closed up shop” as they often do, fucking like rats. His cum was pooling in her panties, soon it would start to roll down her legs if she didn't get a napkin. Sure, she took on ANOTHER persona. What was it, eight now, there was the Invisible Girl, the the Invisible Woman, Malice, Torque, Gilty, Barroness Von Doom (when Reed was trapped in his armor), Captain Universe (what a debacle that was). Now she was just Mouse, the helper/assistant/lover of Rhodan the ratman owner of a small trinkets and electronic shop. It truly was an easy gig. If Susan was a respected Heroine, and Gilty a famous strong willed sex goddess, then Mouse was much more pure and simple...an office bimbo.

She felt his otherwise sharp nailed hands caress her lower waist while they walked into the club. It was a way of telling people that this was HIS woman, and it made her both giggle, and get wet at the new alpha status he was projecting. He had on a little top-hat that made him look slightly taller, even though he barely came above her waist, and purple striped leisure suit outfit with a cigarette holder in his mouth. His long snout and whiskers moved as he sniffed the air. He looked so adorable to her. She actually found his features quite attractive. No matter what persona, it was clear, Susan Storm-Richards wasn't into humans.

She knew she was cheating on her husband, and well...her OTHER husband. Her new boyfriend was not like them. He wasn't an egghead, wasn't very smart at all. He lusted after her like Sluggo, but didn't care for the crime and the money and the misadventures. Rhodan wanted to open shop, close shop, and fuck. Sue was fine with that. She had a small apartment above the shop, with stairs in the back that led up. They'd fuck for hours up there. The place was littered with her clothes, make-up, outfits, heels, and the like. It was more college dorm than apartment. This seemed to fit Mouse's personality. A young bimbo. It was funny, Susan had read stories online and seen pictures photo-shopped with the theme of her Bimboization as it was called. If those fanboys could see her now, she would laugh.

Rhodan couldn't ever stay late. He was married to a bitch of a wife, who hated Sue and she avoided the rat-woman like the plague. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure things out, and the local rumor mill didn't help. If they were caught fucking by her, or by law enforcement, Rhodan was in trouble. Part of his probation for his villainy was to remain faithful, odd as that sounded.

They sat in the back, and Sue avoided all advances and pined over her ratman. He smiled. “So you think next week we can work this speeder contract out?” He was referring to Lew Shiner, the man who worked for Stygorr the Night-Lord coming to buy the shops supply of speeders for Stygorr's band of soliders.

Susan nodded, rubbing his arm, “I got an idea.” Susan was actually quite adept at helping Rhodan in his shop. All she had to do was bend over, flash some panties and some ass, and most customers bought things for inflated prices. Business was so good, she helped him secure a fleet of junked speeders. Now they wanted to pawn them off on Stygorr. It wasn't great, in Sue's mind, to supply a tryrant, but if it meant a War to oust Blastaar and Annihilus, than so be it. Stygorr was tame compared to those idiots.

And Sue's plan was pretty good.

Chili Storm, the red-headed model, gritted her teeth and let out a hrrrumpph, as she exited Models, Inc in downtown Manhatten. The fucking place was stiffing her again on a job, giving it to that big breasted bitch Mary Jane Watson. Chili pulled open her brown coat and looked at her small tits under her white blouse. Maybe it was time for some work here? She was beautiful, no doubt, skinny, leggy with a nice small ass, yet it seemed that Mary Jane was winning most of her parts. Models, Inc. apparently only needed one redhead. She grabbed her short red hair. Maybe it was time for a change here?

“They screwed you too?” A dark haired woman, Chili's height stated as she leaned against a wall puffing a smoke. “Who got the part,” the woman stated, “let me guess, Mary Jane?”

The skinny red-head nodded, “How'd you know?”

The woman puffed her cigarette and shrugged. “I can tell by you face,” she pointed to her own face, “I got the same face everytime Hedy Wolfe takes a job from me!” She threw the cigarette down and stamped it out with her heels. “Fucking bitch,” she looked up at the high-rise building, “Make that bitches.”

The thinner model looked the black haired beauty over. She was gorgeous, with an hourglass figure and pristine face. How was she losing gigs. Something about the face was familiar. “Do I know you?”

The girl shook her head, “No, I just got to town, I'm from pretty far away.” She held out her hand, and Chili shook it. “The names Mouse McKie! But I go by Mouse!”

“Like Iman, or Twiggy! I get it!” Chili Stom answered, “I'm Chili Storm!”

The black haired model looked her over, “Are you related to Johnny and Sue?”

The redhead said no, they weren't related. It was just a coincidence that people always brought up. “Are you sure I don't know you!”

Mouse walked over to a magazine, “Under the Mask” on the cover was Susan Storm, with a caption “Marital Issues Boil Over?” She held it up to her face. “No, I just look like this bitch see” She pointed her chin up in the same manner as the heroine on the cover who was avoiding paparazzi. “It's kind of my thing.”

Chili turned her head slightly to the side, “Yeah, I see it, but your eyes are green, and hers are blue. And no offense but her chin isn't as big! Or her nose!”

Mouse paused awkwardly. “Yeah, anyway, you wanna get a drink?” The other model shrugged and agreed. Mouse grabbed her by the elbow and locked arms.

It took a New York minute for Mouse to get Chili Storm (no relation) drunk as all hell. At about midnight the pair, Mouse in a tight silver dress and matching heels, and Chili in a black dress with pink heels, danced the night away at the new Studio 54. The pair was hit on constantly, and Chili kept asking why Mouse didn't go home with one of the most gorgeous models she had ever seen, who was all over the black haired bombshell. Mouse kept saying something about not being into a certain type of male, but Chili couldn't hear. She was so drunk, and could barely put up a fight when Mouse pulled her face to the side and kissed her on the dancefloor.

Mouse, aka Susan, meanwhile had not forgotten the jab about the chin or the nose, and around 2AM, she thought it was poetic that the very nose was buried in Chili's pussy. The two kept kissing all the way back to Chili's apartment, as men cheered the entire time. Now Sue did as she had learned over the past year, and brought the girl to the edge of orgasm with her swirling tongue. “OH GOD MOUSE I'M CUMMING!” Sue heard her scream, and moved to finger her g-spot expertly, savoring the flavor of her honey as it leake out.

“I don't do this,” Chili kept saying as she laid next to Susan caressing her breasts, “I tried in college once, it's just so different.” She kissed Susan's lips softly.

Susan sat up, and pulled a cigarette from her purse. She offered one to Chili, who initially refused, but after “Mouse” told her its what you need to do as a Model, she followed her new friend, coughing as she inhaled. That's when Sue explained there was a decent job that paid well. Chili was interested, but unsure, as it entailed going to the Negative Zone.

“Haven't you gone to an intergalactic shoot or pageant before?” Sue asked.

Chili nodded, “I won an intergalactic beauty pageant. I actually met the Storm's there!”

Sue remembered this, its why Chili came to mind. After a little while, and some discussion, the girls were sneaking into the Gideon Trust. Chili was surprised the ease with which Mouse knew her way around.

“How do you know all this?” Chili finally asked as Mouse began hitting keys in an abandoned compuer lab?”

Mouse didn't stop typing, “My boyfriend lives in the Zone!”

The redhead stopped, “Wait I thought you weren't into guys?”

The blue light of the distortion area began to buzz. “No I said I'm not into HUMAN males!” She handed Chili a jumpsuit, and assured her this was good money.

Lew Shiner, a human who unwillingly had been placed in the Negative Zone, and now worked for Sytgorr, sat in his Ralg cart watching the display before him. He hated this place, but had basically been **** to remain after he momentarily merged with Stygorr. Now he was unable to return to the Earth, for fear he was now a being of Negative energy. He cursed Reed Richards who had failed to save him and after multiple attempts couldn't reverse this physical curse.

Now he worked for Stygorr, using his contracting skills to help build fortresses, buildings, and now an army. It was new to acquire such technology, but it was all logistics. If he could at least get a high up position with Stygorr, he could live well in this terrible place.

At first, when Rhodan the skeezy ratman had offered to play a game of Ralg, Shiner wanted to refuse. Ralg was fun, quite like Earth's golf, where one hurled a disc across empty space with a “Whisker” from one floating rock in the N-Zone to another with a large red circle area that had a point system similar to Earth's Shuffleboard.

“I gotta admit Rhodie,” he said looking at the two human woman trying to figure out the Whisker. “You sure know how to entice a guy!” He watched intently as the black-haired one with the fuller breasts bent over, her white pleated skirt lifting to show her white cotton panties ever so slightly. She tried to swing the Whisker like a baseball at the disc, and missed.

The redhead, known as Chili laughed, “That was so bad!” They were both in the same tight white golf attire, with white skirts, and white flat-top shoes, and white brimmed hats. On a golf course they'd be the only thing anyone looked at.

The one Shiner was introduced to as Mouse slapped her friend on the shoulder. “I told you I can't play this game!”

“Well,” Rhodan said from his Ralg-cart, “Enjoy the view, have some fun, it's a nice day in the open Space,” he said popping a brew from Shadow City. He handed one to Shiner.

Lew sighed, “We should talk business! I don't think we can afford the prices for these speeders, I can't even give you half that?” The human male watched the black-haired one whisper something to the redhead and his jaw opened when they kissed and looked back to the two males.

The ratman waved off the human businessman, “Let's have some fun, no business right now! Let's relax, then play some RALG, and talk in a bit”

“Relax?” Lew asked as he watched the girls walk back to the carts. Mouse walked up to him seductively, he was sure she was going to kiss him on the lips, then she grabbed his beer, and chugged it, she handed it to Chili, who followed suit. The girl then walked over to the other cart, Lew's heart sank, she was the hotter of the two. “Where you going darling?”

“She don't do humans Mr” Chili said, and sat right in his lap. “But I do!”

Rocket was beating the crap out of Yondu and Zarek the Kree in Ralg, “I don't even know why you boys came to play” He stated, as they came to the 5th crossing. There were two carts stopped on the pitching area. “Hey move it,” he said seeing two heads sitting there not moving, he recognized the back of Rhodan's rat head, “Rhodie beat it,” he said and pulled his cart up.

“By the gods!” Yondu stated covering his eyes. The two men in front of them were having their cocks utterly cleaned by two girls. A red-headed human was sucking a tall lanky man, and a raven-haired girl was deep-throating the ratman.

The two males getting sucked off in unison called out, “PLAY THROUGH!”

Rocket shook his head as they drove past. The black-haired one he remembered from the shop gave him the finger and yelled, “BEAT IT YOU LITTLE DICKED BITCH!”