Unforseen profit losses.

At the end of the day and sitting back at his desk with his feet up, Charles Xavier chuckled to himself, counting the profits of today’s show. In the span of a week, he had managed to make back all his lost profits from the destroyed campus addition and then some… Helped when you influence people to give VERY charitably at the door when they leave.

“Magnificent, if I had known my institute would make more money as a zoo than a school, I’d have had my X-Men jumping fiery hoops YEARS ago!” Bundling his earnings and setting in the lockbox, the man thought deeply on the future of his current assets. “Maybe I’ll have them sniffing luggage at airports, pretty sure they’d pay top dollar for a grizzly bear sized **** sniffing dog.” Looking down at the in pile to his desk, Charles smile fell when he found a post card from Wade Wilson; the man having taken a photo of himself taking 3rd place in the wheelchair race after getting his payment for a job well done. Shuddering at the memory, the professor pressed a button to his phone.

“Boom Boom, is the paper shredder still working?”

“Yes, it is Professor, is there another pile of documents you’d like me to destroy?”

“In a minute, I’d like to see if…”

Suddenly the office doors slammed open when Kitty Pride came rushing in, a look of panic in her blushing face when she pointed out behind Charle’s office window. “PROFESSOR, Beast and the others are gone!”

*

Minutes later and staring into the torn-out hole in the fence and concrete walls of the rear property zoo, Xavier tapped his foot and breath sharply, his arms just as crossed as his eyebrows.

“When did this happen?”

“I found this after I went in for their morning breakfast… Guess none of them were in the mood for fish heads and corn.”

“Shame really, I paid top dollar for that bear food.” Reaching out with his mind, Professor Xavier tried to find the missing Beasts, but grew more upset when he came back with nothing. “AND Emma Frost is blocking my ability to trace them, lovely women, seems turning into a giant, blue furred house cat had given her initiative… Bitch.”

“Where do you think they ran off to?”

“I don’t know… But they have another thing coming if they think they can screw one over on Professor Charles Xavier!” Turning swiftly back to the Institute, the man stopped and turned to look back at Kitty. “Oh, by the way, your paying for the damages.”

“WHAT?!”

*

Somewhere out in the Salem forests…

“That’s right kids, go off and play.” Cooed Emma, waving off the gaggle of blue furred children that ran and flew off to explore the trees and nearby lake while their parents chatted and caught their breath after running for hours. They had all fled the Institute campus and ran off into the wilderness for almost half the day, having obviously grown sick of being reduced to carnival bears and lions to amuse the local patrons who came to see them.

“Finally! If I had to stay and juggle for another birthday party full of screaming snot nosed children, I swear I was going to eat a damn kid!” Huffed Tigra, prying off the bright yellow vest and tutu she was **** to wear, tossing it over her shoulder.

“Damn right sister!” Announced She-Hulk, ripping off her own tacky costume and sighing with relief once her hefty breasts were set free and she could shake her wild blue hair loose. “Never thought I’d feel better with nothing on.”

“If I’m right, Charles is gonna be pretty pissed off that we ran away.” Mulled Scott, pulling off the neon green jacket and matching fez. relinquishing herself of her own garments to press up against the massive red-eyed Beast, Emma Frost purred. “Aww, does my poor Scotty want to go back?”

“He had me balancing on a unicycle playing a kazoo and juggling bowling pins for kids… Fuck that noise!”

Nuzzling into his shoulder, Emma’s tail swished behind her as she purred. “Hmm, I like it when you talk dirty.”

“So, what do we do now? Stay in the wilderness like a pack of animals?”

“Well…” Scratching his head, Steve Rogers eventually shrugged his shoulders. “We kinda ARE a pack of animals, and its not like SHIELD will take us in and I’m sure as hell not going back to the Xavier Institute.”

The rest of the Beasts mulled over that thought, one by one slowly agreeing with the assessment, except for the original Beast; Hank McCoy. “I don’t know… I’ve spent years trying to cure this condition of mine in the hopes I WOULDN’T end up some shaggy forest dweller rummaging through garbage bins and eating salmon out of a lake.”

Raising her hands up like paws, Hope took on a catty smirk as she purposely stepped towards the confused bear of a man. “Mmm… The female grizzly smells a mate out in the wilderness.” She purred, making a cheesy British accent as she slowly stalked towards Hank and pounced on top of him. “Capturing her prize, she establishes herself as the one in charge.” Pinning his arms down, Hope smirked down at her lover, even as her blue furred breasts pressed up against his chin.

“Oh, but out of nowhere, the blue grizzly finds her prey contested with the blue widow…” Smiled Natasha, joining the two on the ground, rubbing up against Hope’s shoulder and hip as the two briefly eyed each other. “What will she do? Fight for her prize? Or share?” Smirking back at the former SHIELD agent, Hope leaned towards the woman and kissed her. “Share of course!” Lookdown at the confused Beast, Hope smiled with fanged lips. “What? We kissed and made up.” Pulling Hank into a heated kiss, Hope was pleasantly surprised to feel his hand grope at her large rear, and hearing Natasha coo at the same time told her he did the same to her, just as Hope broke away to give Natasha a turn with Hank.

It wasn’t long until the local wildlife scampered and fled the area to the sounds of grunts and roars of the new residents of the forest wanting to ‘celebrate’ their freedom from the Institute.

*

Meanwhile in the ruins of the Latverian embassy… Doctor Doom sat on the throne of what was left of his main throne room, leaning back with his hands together while Lucia Von Bardas held up a computer screen showing the drone feed of the Beast pack congregating in the woods several miles outside of civilization.

“Just as I had planned…”