Marvel Comics Presents Pip the Troll and the Invisible Woman: Issue 1

Issue 1: On the run

Negative Zone; Random Asteroid in the Wild Zone

The Laxidazian troll Pip Gofern, ahem, now Pip Arkanian sighed and smiled when he heard the bell ring. He grabbed his shovel when the shift manager shouted "ALL DONE...FIFTEEN TO BOARD FELLAS!"

A filthy Pip dusted off black soot and followed his fellow miners towards the drop ship. Each hauled a wheel-barrel filled wirh black asteroid rock. This was an exploratory mission. The group was looking for Vontsalvant crystals a power source to rival the Cosmic Control Rod of Annihilus itself. Said to be one hundred times more powerful than the rod, which itself had the equivalent of 10 Megatons of TNT. Even a small rock of crystal could power the worldship Kestor's hope for a week. Even dust or traces of the cryatals would be a win.

If the asteroid had some, had tons, or has none, Pip didn't care. He was just doing a job. And now it was over. Now he had four days off thanks to the local holiday known as the Crossroads Harvest. Harvest Eve and Harvestfest or Distortion Day (however you observed it) was this weekend. Harvest Day was on Nilisday (the eight day calendar was sort of Annihilus centric in this area of the Zone).

Pip placed his barell in the loading area and then used a towel when he entered the drop ship aeating area. He took a seat next to Skulker, the dark skinned skinny Kree man with the metal plate. At least he claimed to be Kree. Pip didn't remember any brown skinned Kree. But here, no one asked for answers that no one gave. Pip knew Skulker was a member of the legendary **** of Kree soldiers the Lunatic Legion who tussled with the Avengers. That's about all Pip knew. Don't ask, don't tell.

Pip had things to hide himself, which is why he changed his name to Arkanian, like his cousin Glib Atkanian. Pip gulped a nervous proverbial frog in his throat.

This was the time when Pip was exposed. Away from the safety of the Kestor's Hope. The Collective of Core Worlds was looking for him, as well as Annihilus himself, to name a few. But thankfully, the Kestor's Hope provided anonymity and security...for a price.

Pip finally exhaled when a Kestoran gunship picked up escort of the convoy of miners. The Kestorian race was as old as the Tyannan race. Two of the oldest known races in the Zone. Kestorian technology was even more advanced than Shadow City's and Arthros. So Kestor's Hope was left alone. Not to mention the worldship floated in Wild Space, an area of the Negative Zone on the outskirts of the core worlds, between Arthrosian Space and the Crossroads of Infinity. Bordering the empty (supposedly) unknown region called the "Dead Zone".

The short troll sighed with relief when the large worldship came into view. It was home.

Operated by the Kestoran Race, the ship housed the remaining Kestorns. Their planet, Kestor, was a gleaming blue gem afloat a sea of pearly moons. It had been the home to the Kestorans for a million generations. Ten thousand years ago, however, the hurtling moons began to shift in their orbits, causing a devastating tidal effect that began to destroy the planet. While a contingent of natives escaped the planet on the Kestor's Hope, the cause of the moons' wandering became apparent as the sun exploded into a super-nova.

At one time the Kestor's Hope was a long cylindrical ship spanning a half a mile in length, the ship housed 20, 000 Kestorans. It contained an immense cryogenic station able to hold all 20, 000, but it was damaged in the explosion of their sun, and all but 500 were killed; that 500 became its crew. This was known as the "great lie" which only the Captain of the ship knew. Until a run in with the Fantsstic Four resulted in the truth getting out.

During the explosion of Kestor's sun ship's navigational computers were rendered inoperative, leading the crew to search fruitlessly for 10,000 years. After Reed repaired the navigational computers, the Kestorans proved unconsciously unable to cope with the idea of life off the Kestor's Hope, and so they returned to their unending quest.

However, they had long given up the search for New Kestor, realizing Kestor's Hope was there home and salvation. Now, over one thousand Kestorans lived and operated the ship. What started as a humanitarian effort to house refugees, became a way of life. Anyone could live on the ship....for a price. It offered anonymity and security. Kestorans didn't ask who you were as long as you paid. The population of the world ship grew. Soon its dimensions were expanded.

Now, the Kestor's Hope was almost a mile long and a mile high, an addition, one perpendicular to the original design was added so the ship took on a cross like shape. This addition ran close to three quarters of a mile West to East, if the bridge of the ship could be considered North.

Once five hundred able to house twenty thousand, now Kestor's Hope had well over five hundred thousand that the public knew about, and the population was secretly approaching a million. The "New Great Lie" as some called it.

Pip the troll loved that no one knew him. He just needed a place to live and work in the run.

The dropship landed in the loading docks and the shift manager, a Kestoran called out "Off Load!", which meant the miners had to cart there barells to the dumping station where it was sorted and analyzed. Pip was lucky to have this job. His wife helped him get it.

Pip did his duty and found his way to the locker. He eagerly opened the locker and checked his comm box, a device on this ship quite similar to a cell phone, but it could project holograms, and was the main source of credits for payment of goods and services on the ship.

His cock twitched seeing the message from his wife. "Let me know when you dock baby. I'll leave the club." Her silly profile picture greeted him, and his cock began swell in anticipation. A anticipatory erection grew at her sight.

From across the room, a sniveling voice spoke, "Who is that?". Right away Pip knew it was the fucking Shi'ar prick Avios, a former Royal aid of non other than Princess-Majestrix Lilandra Neramani, a fact he reminded everyone of. If he was better than them, why was he a Vont Jockey.

From next to Pip, exploring his own locker the brown Kree Skulker snickered. "You ain't seen Pip here's wife yet." He looked at Pip. "She a real looker that one."

Avios, the tall Shi'ar man laughed and walked over. "This idiot has a wife?" He pushed his way over. "Let me see."

Pip felt apprehensive at first, but he kind of wanted to stick it to this asshole. So, despite his profile picture of his wife being rather raunchy as well as silly, the old troll smiled and showed the picture to a crowd that included Porcupine Puss, Skulker, Avios and that four-legged weirdo Preak.

The photo of the red-haired beauty sticking her tongue out in her bra while cross-eyed displayed some of the finer qualities of Susan Storm-Gofern, ahem, Susie Tarkanian. It also showed her now whacky sense of humor.

"Whoa....that's your wife," a Mantracoran asked. Such reactions gave Pip pride.

Avios craned his head. "She an Earthling!" He pronounced. "What is she doing here?"

"I'm a Laxidazian, you're a Shi'ar and he's a Kree." Pip chortled. "What are any of us doing here?"

But the cunning Avios wasn't satisfied. This couldn't be the wife of this little worm of a troll. "She looks familiar!"

Pip's heart raced. Susan had warned Pip about Avios. She hadn't met the Shi'ar when he was an aide to Lilandra. But she'd met Lilandra plenty. So had many Shi'ar. The Invisible Woman wasn't just famous on Earth. "She was an actress on Earth!" Which was sort of true. Sue had tried modeling and acting before that flight which gave her powers.

"Nah..." Skulker laughed. "She works at Kirby's Club in sector five level two. Everyone over there knows her. Susie the Humi!"

This made Avios laugh. "A fiver," he beemed with gleeful pride. "I forgot." He had called Pip a derogatory slur. "FIVER" meant poor.

"Fuck off Avios," Pip smiled. "Rather be a fiver with her than live up in Sector one." He was being honest. Pip put his phone away and got dressed. He wanted to beat Susan home so he didn't message her back.

While the rest of the crew got on local person movers to their homes in Sector Four, Pip boarded a long mover to Sector Five, which was across the "Cut", aka the new edition to the Hope than perpendicular to the original ship. He had to travel through Sector Four and around the mountain to Sector Two in the South of the ship, and around the mountain again to Sector Five. Three trains. About an hour. No direct throughway under the mountain which dominated Sector Three, the resort Sector. .

Sector Four was the worker Sector. Thats where most miners lived. Sector two was the business sector. Sector one was the rich and the crew of the ship. Sector Five was the dregs. Strip Clubs, **** markets, homeless, theft, ****. It's where those who couldn't afford much lived.

Pip stopped in Sector Two for flowers from The Maos Spires. Susan's favorites. He got Mazlo beast steaks to grill. Another of Susan's favorites. When he finally got to Sector Four he stopped at a shop that catered to skrull. There, he bought T'Manja Berries, a skrull delicacy Sue had come to love here. They tasted like pickles and strawberries, thought Pip. But she loved them. Thinking about this four day weekend had Pip excited. His cock was already hard.

His pants buzzed and he pulled out his comma box. Susan sent him a picture. "Does my butt look big hon?" She messaged.

His cock strained in his work pants at the site of her. He hadn't seen her in days and she was clearly teasing him.

Reading my mind Susie, the troll thought in his head. Pip didn't answer. He hadn't let her know he landed. He sighed, thinking of the couples ONLY issue, Susan was obsessed with her thick thighs and butt. Much thicker than when he first saw her on that pleasure ship. It was his fault. Consort with a Laxadazian troll...become one. Susan was shrinking. She was once 5'6" but now, after a year, she was 5'4". Where the height was going down, her mass wasn't. Big ass, thick thighs, and big tits. Pip kind of loved it. As did men at that club she worked at.

Eventually she'd be a troll herself. The decision was hers, she'd remind him. She liked the red hair that came with the transformation, so at least there was that. And Pip loved the tits and ass.

Susie was 'trolling' him now. Sending "HELLLOOO" messages with pictures from the club.

He groaned from the now painful erection. But he wouldn't take the bait. She was trying to get home first. Before him.

Finally, Pip took a downward mover from level six to level one, the bottom area of the worldship. Some of the worst of the worst could be found down here. A hive of scum and villainy. There was a shop down here Pip frequented, 'Aggas AL Antiques and Oddities'. Aggas Al, the owner went by the name Sticky Nicky, since her was a Nicanthan, aliens that resembled humanoid sharks from Earth. Sticky Nicky had a reputation for being able to acquire things....for a price.

Pip walked in and the door hit a bell that alerted Nicky who popped his Hammerhead like head up from behind the glass counter of Negative Zone oddities. Unknown conraptions and small machines lined the store, as well as books and bottles of liquids. Pip didn't care about the store. Its what was in the back.

The old alien was somehow shorter than the troll Pip himself. "AHHH...my favorite client!" Nicky smiled with a sharp toothed grin.

The troll rolled his eyes. "Sure....do you have my order."

The Nicanthan nodded and went to the back of his shop. He returned with a suitcase. The aliens fin-hands plopped the case on the glass of the display case of oddities. He undid the cases silver metal clips and opened the case. "All there!"

"It's all real?" Pip inquired picking up one of the items. It looked real.

Nicky nodded proudly. "Imported and authentic." He waved his fins. "But I have something else that may interest you." The shark-alien walked to the back again. He produced a small box that made Pips eyes pop.

Pip recognized the label instantly. "Cohibas....cubans!" He exclaimed. They were the robustos. A box of twenty-five. Pip's mouth watered. The troll loved cigars. He could smell them. They were real. "How much?" A box of these, even in Cuba were around two grand (US dollars), if Pip recalled.

"Fifteen thousand credits!" The shark smiled. "But all now....I got other buyers."

The insane price made Pip laugh. "That's like four months of work. You're dreaming fish." He grabbed the metal suitcase off the counter and made his leave.

"How about Bourbon...one bottle...two thousand credits!" The shark alien called to Pip.

The troll kept walking out the store laughing and shaking his head. Surez he'd love cigars and booze, but not at that price. Susie would kill him. He couldn't fuck this up with her. He wouldn't.

Pip made his way up the levels to level nine. When he reached level nine he sent a comm to Susan letting her know he landed. Which wasn't true, he was almost home. But it would take Susan an hour to get off work and make it home. She always walked.

She sent him a simple picture. It made his anticipatory excitment almost unbearable. He also may have a new background picture for his comm box, he smiled.

The streets were alive with vendors. The troll didn't stop. He also didn't take a person mover. He didn't want to be stopped by the Hope Security. What Pip had was illegal. It would get them kicked off the Hope. In fact, with the Collective of Core Worlds, it would mean imprisonment. Further, it would Susan caught and exposed. He couldn't screw this up with her.

Their living quarters was in Quadrant D, or D-Quad. Not too far from the 'mover station'. Near some good Tyannan food. Pip saw the living quarters on 5th street and walked to a door that read "616". This was their living space. He opened the door and walked into the room with metal walls.

On Earth it would be a studio apartment. Not a very big one either. By the door was a kitchen area, with a fridge and freezer. A faucet where they cleaned dishes. Next to the kitchen was their rather large bed. Pictures of their weddimg lined the walls above the metal headboard.

Pip walked back to the fridge and opened it. Various alien foods and drinks filled the shelves. With weird lettering and signs. Sue understood the Negative Zone alien languages more than Pip, but the troll knew which cans were ale. He picked it up and cracked one open. He cringed at the initial taste. The booze tasted like shit. It was made in Sector Two. Good booze came from Sector one or Four.

He sat on the leather couch in the middle of the room. Pip chugged the first beer. He had work to do. He knew that. He got up and grabbed another beer, and then walked to the toilet across the room on the opposite side of the room. He pulled his uncut cock out and rained piss into and onto the toilet. He'd have to clean. Susie would kill him. Next to the toilet was a shower and a large metal tub which had jets. Susie's favorite part of the home. Cost Pip a lot. If wifey was happy, Pippy was happy, he'd tell friends.

The only other things in the apartment, were a few night tables, a brikabrack shelf next to a holo-tv, and a closet filled with clothes. Pip joked that the closet was as big as bedroom, but Susie needed her space for her skirts, booty shorts, bikinis, panties, heels, and dresses. She didnt really wear much else. There was a window, behind the holo-vision platform, looking out to the street. Currently the window was backed out. No seeing in or out.

Pip opened the suitcase next on the table in the kitchen. He began to wrap the gifts in Hope Sector Five newspaper. A paper filled with stories about crime. An advertisement for Susie's club caught his eye. One of the girls in the ad was Susie The Humi. It was a strip club. He begged her to quit.

Sue wouldn't. They needed money. And she was pretty good at it. "I was on a **** ship," she'd joke.

Pip would get a managers job. He would. Then they'd move to Sector Two in a high-rise. He promised her.

After wrapping gifts Pip threw another empty brew away, burped and grabbed another. The troll walked to the closet and got out the purple robe Susan got him for their first anniversary. The Laxidazian took his jumpsuit off and wrapped the robe around his body. He then combed his leg hair ams clipped the coarse hair around his feet exposing his two toes. A small dab of cologne was placed on the hair near his uncut prick which stuck straight up.

He took his beer over to the couch and turned on the holo-tv to find the feed of the GROSGUMBEEKIAN races. Gumbeeks (as they were called) were lightening fast sentient quadrupeds. Racers by birth. The Kestoran technology could capture feeds from the Positive Universe. Even from the planet Grosgumbeek. Down the street was an off track betting parlor where Pip spent a considerable amount of time on days off. He had some race bets on the small black metal coffee table. The troll clicked through to the feed and the hologram of the track came on display above the holo-vision receiver platform. The sound permeated the room.

With a sigh, Pip picked up the shitty Dartayan cigar. Sticky Nicky could get ship illegally smuggled from Earth, but couldn't get one Baluuran cigar or at least an Argoran. He used his lucky lighter to light thr cigar and held it between his two middle fingers. Pip only had four fingers on each hand. A fate that awaited Susan who already complained of numb pinky fingers and numb toes.

Her decision, she'd remind him.

The races didn't go so well, and Pip was six brews in before he realized Susan wasn't home. As if the universe answered his question, the door opened and Susan Storm walked in. She undid he trench coat and hung it on the wall. Next she took her big bucket hat off and hung it with the coat. A girl in her clothes would be accosted on the streets she walked. The gorgeous former blonde still had on the form hugging silver dress which showed off plenty of cleavage from her growing chest. The dress wouldn't have been able to contain her muscular ass if not for the slit on the sides. Her silver platform heels gave her back some inches.

"Hey hon," Sue called. She noticed the presents on the kitchen table, with the Maos Spire Burn-flowers, the colors of the petals bright orange on the outside and yellow on the inside. She sniffed the flowers and smiled. "Ahhhh honey." She beamed with joy. "We said we weren't doing Harvest gifts this time." She then set her bag down and walked over to the couch. Susan Storm-Gofern straddled her husband's lap, and undid his robe. She placed her lips on his and shoved her tongue in his mouth. It was a quick but powerful kiss. "I feel like we haven't seen each other in weeks." She said while reaching between his robe to grab his cock.

"Three days," Pip corrected her and groaned when her cold human hand gripped his uncut troll cock. "I'm kinda watching something here Susie," he said and puffed his cigar, he wasn't trying to play coy with her. Sure he wanted to fuck. Who wouldn't, but his race was coming up.

"Sorry baby," she said softly and moved her upper body to the side, but her lower body remained. She sank down and Susan guided his cock past her panties to her wet slit. She slid her pussy down on the uncut prick before he could protest. She was so horny she didn't care hee panties were on. The black thong was being pushed to the side of her pussy by his cock. Her warm wet swollen lips slid down on his prick filing her with Laxidazian cock. She slid back up moaning "oh baby you're cock feels so good." She cooed in his war sliding back down until she was impaled. He claimed to be small for a Laxidazian, but Sue couldn't believe that, especially when she bottomed out on his ten inch cock.

The smoking troll alien was trying to concentrate on the race. He had Startanious in this one, who started slow but was suddenly moving fast. "GO!" Pip yelled, grabbing his wife's ass with his hands and shoving his cock upwards while she sliding her pussy down.

The thrust of his prick up inside her caused her eyes to cross. "Ohhh baby." A welling orgasm already growing in the young human.

"GO!" Pip shouted biting down on his cigar and pushing his cock up the girl. He gripped her ass watching Startanious take the first position around the turn. "YES!" He shouted.

The thrusting cock coupled with her now gyrating hips made Susan's body explode in orgasm. "Ohhhh gaaawwd babbbbby, I'm cumming baby," she mewled her cheeks turning red. Her toes curled. Her pussy swelled and clamped on his prick, her pussy had long since unfurled his uncut cock deep inside her.

"Yeeessssss!" Pip shouted seeing Startanious win. As his Gumbeek alien racer won, Pip also had an orgasm deep up inside hs wife. The joy of winning coupled with the joy of sex at the perfect moment. He grabbed Sue's cheek with his cigar holding hand and turned her to his face. The troll kissed the human passionately. Sue moaned in his mouth, still cumming in his cock. Pip pushed up finishing his own wonderful climax.

Susan finally pulled her pussy up. She held her hands under her pussy, waiting for a quick torrent of hot white Laxidazian cum. It didn't pour out so she raced to the toilet and sat down.

Her husband was checking his ticket with a smile. Pip puffed on his cigar, his sated cock flopped between his furry legs. The dick dripped cum on the leather couch. The troll was too happy to care.

"Can we exchange presents after I take a nap." Sue yawned and began to piss. Cum rained down into the toilet along with piss. Sue pulled her panties down and over.her heels. She flung them towards the hamper by the bed. "I'm exhausted. I did two shifts." She moved towards the bed.

The short alien nodded. Then he realized suddenly she said "exchange". They had agreed no presents. So she got some too, Pip realized. He turned to taunt her. But what he saw made him chuckle. His wife, the beauty Susan Storm was out like a light. The red-head hottie didn't look her normal well put together self. Her mouth hung open. She was drooling slightly. Eyes closed laying on her stomach. Her dress was hiked up exposing her big muscular ass. Pip took note of her pussy, a gaping hole destroyed by his cock, pouring his cum onto the bed. She began to snore loudly.

The lucky little troll returned his gaze to the Holo-vision and the races. Except, the little fuck was tired himself and his head fell back. His snores matched hers.