The Space Saga Begins

I am Uatu the Watcher. I have been charged with observing your world since before humanity reigned as the dominant species . I am sworn to not interfere, but I foresee a great calamity on the horizon. One which threatens your world, as well as many others. There are only two beings that can stop this terror. Two beings from different worlds thrust together by fate. What transpires now, depends on the sexual machinations of these two beings. They must satisfy each other. Should anyone get in their way WE ARE ALL DOOMED!

The green bulbous cock before her looked so big and delicious. She licked her lips, she still feared its might, and its ability, and what it could do to her. She was ashamed how it made her feel. Her field of view flooded with green. Her stomach grumbled, and she looked down to see it expand. Had she eaten so much? It kept growing, and then it shrank to nothingness. No...not that...no....NO.....DORREK! She cried out.

Susan Storm-Richards, awoke with a start. A large **** bubble around her, pushing her bed down. Her breathing was labored and heavy. She looked around to get her bearings, and the familiarity of her bedroom in the Baxter Building eased some of her tension. Yet, as she caressed her flat stomach, most of the tension in her remained. Why had she felt so strangely empty, and why had she had such strange and vivid dreams of “green” again. It was always the same dream, waiting hand and foot in some fifties style house, in an outfit from that era. At first, she would be serving Reed a TV dinner. Then it always changed to HIM...the deceased Skrull Emperor Dorrrek. From there the dreams took a wild sexual turn, and she dared not tell Reed.

Still, her husband had told her she had cried out his name before.“Was he a part of what happened in the Zone?” Reed had asked. “Is he alive?”

Sue shook her head when questioned. To be honest, she couldn't remember a thing. She had been found by Reed in his Negative Zone lab, on the floor, in a catatonic state. After an initial examination, it was determined that Susan was fine. Nothing appeared out of the ordinary except for heightened levels of, Norepinephrine, which was similar to adrenaline. It could be explained by trauma, Reed told her. There were also strange increased in Sue's brain of Dopamine Serotonin, Oxytocin and Vassopressin. Yet, Sue was a woman after all, and had maternal instincts. Reed believed she may have tried to save someone or something and whatever stressful experience she went through was linked to the increase of these hormones. Her memory, however, of her time in the Zone, was gone. Reed calculated that she had been in the Zone anywhere from minutes to months. It was impossible to tell. Her hand computer only registered 17 minutes in Negative Zone time. It was determined that her mission to contact Rosetta Stone and Lockdown in Shadow City had never occurred.

“I think it was just a side effect of entering the Distortion area too quickly,” Reed had scolded her. “You shouldn't try these missions on your own.” For all their entrances into the Zone, they still weren't experts, and any number of physical side effects was possible, including temporary amnesia. Sue was slightly angry that Reed often still treated her as a Damsel in Distress, but realized he was still right.

It was now several weeks since she was found on the Negative Zone laboratory floor. She got out of bed and put on a pair of black yoga pants. She then took off her nightgown, and attempted to slip on one of her standard white unstable molecule bras. She was annoyed when she found that it didn't fit. Her breasts had ached these past weeks. For some reason, they were firmer, and appeared to be heavy and weightier than usual. Susan's chest was already ample, and she wore a C-Cup. Could this be another side effect of her stress, of her encounter in the Zone. She thought briefly of the idea of some alien enhancing her breast while she was ****. It would make sense, she laughed to herself, feeling a little light-hearted as she thought about all the male suitors who would attempt such a feat. She laughed to herself at the ludicrous nature of it all, and found a black workout bra that fit, if not rather tightly. She then pulled a form hugging white t-shirt on and went to the kitchen. She set about making coffee for herself, Ben and Johnny. Reed was off with the Avengers negotiating a deal with T'Challa and Wakanda for Vibranium to be used by S.H.I.E.L.D.

Sue's head burned with a headache. It happened daily now. She sat down and sipped her coffee. Reed had told her several mind games to play, in order to try and coax back her memories. Nothing came, save for the nightly horrifying dreams. Reed explained that in time, things like smells, images, even seeing certain people might jog her memory. He tried showing her images of Annihilus, Blastaar, Stygorr, and anything from the Fantastic Four archives of the Negative Zone. Nothing helped.

In her most stressed state after returning from the Zone, Reed put his arm on her shoulder. “Fate has a way of working itself out! If its meant to be, you'll get your memory back” He had whispered. Such strange words for a man of science. Reed knew Susan was more the one who spoke of and believed in “fate”, so it was nice to hear him suggest this. Even if it was just to ease her confusion.

She was all to intent on finding out what happened. It was an obsession now, and she didn't understand why. There was an emptiness inside her that she couldn't explain or fill. Not with food, friends, family, exercise, sex with Reed or any other activity she found pleasurable.

Johnny came in moments later, and began making a bowl of cereal. Ben showed up soon after.

“Still feeling dazed Suzie?”The Thing asked.

She nodded, holding her head. “I just wish there was something I could do to get rid of these headaches.” More so she wanted to get rid of the empty feeling in her stomach. The feeling that something was horribly wrong. Something was missing. Why this sensation centered in her stomach she couldn't comprehend.

Johnny took a sip of the coffee and almost spit it out. “That's a mighty strong brew Suze? Maybe you should cut back on the....”

Though she heard her brother, she couldn't focus on what he was saying. The Invisible Woman's head began to ring loudly and felt as if it was hit by Thor's hammer. At the word “mighty” flashes of green, and images of “I LOVE LUCY” strangely popped into her mind. She rubbed her temples. What the hell was that, she thought.

Johnny and Ben got ready for an event downtown held by the X-Men to raise money for mutant rights. Sue was invited but declined. She just wanted to relax. She was going to go through more images from the Negative Zone to see if it helped at all.

An hour later, Sue was alone again in the Baxter Building. Reed would be gone for a few days, and the boys would be out until late that night. Sue had switched over to tea by now, and was sitting on the couch. She was flipping through the channels, and a thought came to her. The Fantastic Four had more than just satellite TV. Ben and Johnny wanted to watch anything and everything they could, and Reed was more than happy to take the challenge and create a total television experience unlike any other place on Earth. The Baxter Building was fitted with every satellite dish possible to receive television signals, even ones from decades ago that were reaching the outer limits of the solar system. If one were so inclined, in the Baxter Building one could catch the same television broadcast of the moon landing from the sixties.

This gave Susan an idea, and she searched the system for a broadcast of “I LOVE LUCY”. She didn't need to search the more obscure waves, as the show was running full episodes on-demand through CBS, and through Nick at Nite. Susan popped on a random episode. When the credits and opening sequence began to run, Sue's head buzzed loudly once again. Instead of seeing Lucy and Ricky in the opening scene, Sue's mind visualized herself as Lucy, and Dorrek the Skrull Emperor as Ricky. It made her cringe and she held her stomach. Something told her to hold her stomach. The emptiness could not be ignored. It wasn't hunger. She instantly shut the show off.

She got up and went to the bathroom to shower. She took off her clothes, and got into the hot shower. As the water cascaded over her body, the odd day-dream returned to her mind. There was something familiar about it. Something real. Sue felt an uneasy sense of deja-vu. She shook her head to release the strange sensation as best she could.

Her soapy hands lathered her stomach, and a new sensation filled her. The feeling that something was taken from her. Something important. Something GREATLY important. Her mind was taken momentarily away from her stomach as she felt pressure in her breasts. They now ached with pain, and she grabbed them softly. Her eyes looked at her pink nipple, erect from the cold water, and she noticed a small drop of green liquid dribble out of her left nipple. “What the fuck is that,” she muttered and tried to catch it, but the water had already taken it down to her feet. Down to the drain. The small green drop made her head spin. An Image of Lucy and Ricky with green milk mustaches in some strange “half-house” in the middle of a vast...or was it vast....jungle filled her head. The image was gone in a flash. What the fuck is going on, Sue felt uneasy. Reed would have to do another medical exam when he returned. This was ridiculous.

After getting dressed in the same yoga pants, and white t-shirt outfit, Sue sat at a desk in her office on the lower floors of the building where she did her charity work. She didn't feel up to going to one of Reed's labs. They were so cold, scientific, and mechanic. It wouldn't help.

The fist thing she explored where the chemicals in her brain that Reed had detected during her initial medical analysis upon her return from the Zone. Maybe these chemicals would help explain if someone had tried to scramble her brain. She searched Norepinephrine, and found it to be similar in nature to Adrenaline just as Reed stated. It was also involved in lust and sexual arousal. Then she searched Serotonin, and Dopamine. She knew of these chemicals, and understood they were linked to feelings of joy and euphoria. This made no sense, as Sue felt utterly fearful with a crushing emptiness then minute she regained consciousness. Again, she found these chemicals to be involved with arousal and commitment of mates in mammals. The thought made her cringe. She also researched Oxytocin and Vassopressin. These hormones she had never heard of, but apparently they facilitated mating, childbirth, and bonding in mammals. Why would her brain show an increase of such chemicals? Maybe Reed was right. Maybe she had saved someone and been knocked out.

She went back to trying to stimulate her memory. She sat looking at images of various creatures, plants, animals, and denizens of the Zone. Nothing jarred her memory. The word that kept rolling in her head caused another headache. It wasn't really a word, but a name...Dorrek. She sighed, and typed “Dorrek VII” into the computers archival search engine. The image of the dead emperor came on screen, and Sue almost fell back. The image on screen was old, years old now. Sue could see him, in her minds eye, clear as day. She saw the folds in his strong chin. His large red eyes which burned with the fires of determination and intensity. She remembered the way he moved and the regal manner in which he walked and conducted himself. It was as if she had seen him only days ago. That was impossible. But there was an aura of familiarity with this Skrull villain, right down to his...his....NO!

The image of Dorrek's cock entered Sue's head for a moment. It was too real, to vivid. Not a dream. Even if only for a fleeting second, she saw its length, its girth, the veins, its bulbous green shaft, and its spiky tip. As if it were right there before her. As if she was looking right up at it...on her knees. Its size, its width, its might. The dirty image played out in her head, and it caused her body to flush with heat. She put her hands to her face and sobbed. What was happening? What had happened? She knew in her heart of hearts this villain was alive, and that whatever happened to her in the Zone, HE knew. He was a part of this. He was responsible. But how? She again gripped her stomach, the empty feeling now manifested as physical pain.

Sue found herself drinking glasses of wine on the couch at noon. No, chugging glasses of wine. Even this act, of simply guzzling sweet wine gave he no ease. It seemed to increase the strange ringing her ears. She could see herself doing the same, in some strange place that didn't feel right. Some house decorated in the style of “I LOVE LUCY”. A place far from here. Foreign. Alien. Across from her sat Dorrek, eating a TV dinner, in a ridiculous fifties get-up.

“Fate has a way of working itself out.” The words flashed in her mind quickly, as a buzz, not from her ears or her head, echoed in the room.

“Mrs. Richards?” The robotic yet feminine voice of R.O.B.E.R.T.A. filled the den. “Sorry to bother you,” the female robot stated.

“No bother Roberta. What is it?” Sue answered.

“You have a letter at the reception desk down here in the lobby.” The robot informed her.

Sue took the elevator to the lobby. Who could be sending me a letter, she questioned. She smiled at the human-like upper half of Roberta, and made small talk as she thumbed through the mail. Sure, small talk with a robot was odd, but Roberta was like one of the family. She was a honorary member of the team. Talking with Roberta helped put Sue at ease. “Where's the letter?” Sue finally asked.

Roberta handed the tan manilla envelope to Sue. She took it, said her goodbye, and walked back to the elevator to the living quarters of the Fantastic Four. While the elevator climbed, Sue ripped open the envelope. She gasped and instinctively put her hand to her mouth.

“His majesty Dorrek wishes an audience with you.”

That was all the simple white paper read, except for coordinates at the bottom. It was clear the coordinates spoke of the Negative Zone, as it noted the Crossroads of Infinity as a reference point.

Susan Storm-Richards paced back and forth outside the Negative Zone distortion lab. She couldn't go. Reed was right. She shouldn't do this alone. How could she explain any of it if she didn't know herself. How could she trust Reed would understand if the Skrull had DONE something to her. Something horrible, something sexual. Why else would she see these clear images of Dorrek? Why else would she nightly dream of him and scream his name?

She had to know. Had to find out what had happened. More so than anything she had to find out what he had taken from her, and why she felt so empty now. Why she felt like a shell of the woman she once was. She lifted a jet pack onto her back and secured the straps. She hadn't even changed. She still wore her tight black yoga pants, tight white t-shirt, and white tennis shoes. It might be cold, but she shrugged off the thought. She had to go. Had to do this quickly. Find out the truth.