Mark's Multiversal Travel Log: Shuri's New Guinea Pig

*written in collaboration with Cross C

Spidey and MJ seemed a bit taken aback by the order, but I was mostly just confused. “Didn’t you just think I was some supreme ruler here to take over?”

“It was always a weak hypothesis, interloper. Considering it was you who came here with only one harem member and not a Jean Grey in sight!” The science girl shrugged with a grin, “I say you’re telling the truth and truly suck at your job of conquest. That’s what you get for trusting a fool like ‘Limp Richards’ instead of mind controlling the smartest woman on the planet!” She boasted. Seeing her face on the big muscled warrior with his dick out was kinda hard to argue, since I was their prisoner still.

I sighed a little angrily, “Fine, yes, whatever. Can’t blame a guy for finding Sue Storm attractive.”

The room seemed to agree with me there at least while the science lady rolled her eyes, “Big white boobs, big blonde hair, big blue eyes. With Ms. Moonstone there, not to mention Frost here and her brood of Mini-Me’s, we’ve got well more than enough of that phenotype. Thank you.”

"Really?" commented Spider-Man sardonically, "I'm woke and all but we're like ninety-nine percent fine ass black ladies here. More redheads and blondes, please!"

MJ lightly slapped her husband’s chin, hissing gently, “Shut it, hun.”

I ignored that byplay as Peter suddenly pawed at his wife’s big tits and she giggled and pulled them protectively away from him, “But say I was interested in what you were selling, what would I have to do for the ‘field test’?”

The pretty holographic girl smiled with satisfaction as if I was already on board with the idea, “It’s simple really. We have a whole batch of new recruits here, all waiting to be processed by our psychics or superior Mark.” Her voice explained, somehow controlling the body of the man to cast an arm towards the nearest group of Neanderthal-brained heroes and villains. “As you can expect with such an array of silly super powers, sometimes we come across ‘problem children’. Those with annoying psychic resistances or magical enhancements that require an extra bit of work to bend without breaking. I’m gonna point one out to you and you go and make her yours, K?”

"Hey, Shuri! Isn’t that going too far?” Spidey cut in, “Our instructions didn't say anything about experimenting-"

Shuri interrupted him in turn, "And given that you two Spider-Cucks are barely one level above Cro-Magnon man yourselves, I don't see why they would have. Now seeing as how I am the head scientist of this nation, a royal princess, and a pampered and favored PET! of our king, I think we'll do things my way regarding experimentation upon our dear variant Mark Williams." Shuri's tone was very firm and commanding as she spoke to Peter.

I could see the hierarchy of authority my counterpart had baked into everyone as both Spider-Man and MJ seemed to stiffen, their general irreverent nature vanishing before my eyes, replaced with respectful deference

"Yes ma'am," Peter muttered in response while MJ gripped his arm, looking distinctly pale.

Shuri continued with an expression that was all sunshine as if she hadn't just browbeat the two of them with her exalted position above them.

“C’mon guys! I just wanna give Mark a present! Imagine the look on his face when I discover he has more power than he knows!” The science girl both whined and beamed, “This Mark could be a real game changer! Discovering more about our Mark's powers will make me the darling of my master's eye! It'll prove what I've always been saying: the only real superpower is knowledge!"

"Besides I’ll give him a weak bitch to bend, no worry to anyone, then we can capture her properly for OUR Mark once her will is as loose as her pussy!”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Man, I like you. There wouldn’t be any field training with you, would there?”

“Sorry interloper, this pussy is loyal till the end of days! Even if you share dimensional genetics, I can’t go giving myself away to any alternate Mark who waltzes into our universe. What kind of broken bitch would I be then?” She laughed with me, panning the camera down she showed off a sizable bump in her tummy. “Though extra points for trying to flirt! Maybe I’ll name my next kid after you, eh?”

“How about Marcus or Marko? Marquee? Mark Jr. Lots of good choices.”, I agreed, standing up away from my cock warmer who whined loudly at the empty feeling inside her. With a slap on her ass, I stepped away from Misty, “Stay warm for me. I’ll be back to fuck you properly before you know it.”

“I’ll hold you to that…” She pouted, laying back on the log and waving at my departure with MJ, Peter, and the holographic Shuri faced heavy-weight sentry. The rest of the cave-people looked relieved at our departure, save for Moonstone who looked frankly disappointed that my digital exploration of her cunt hadn’t led to full-on sex. She wasn’t dismayed for long as she casually shifted her hips and offered her pussy to the shaved-head brute that MJ had messed with to begin with.

Fucking animals….

Sexy fucking beasts…

I shouldn’t get too attached. Things have a bad habit of being ripped away from me at the last second. The heroes of my world, Amalia and Elena, even America and those Markandan sluts I’d banged before getting ripped away from them. Heck, I didn’t even get the time to cum in Misty! But, whatever. I’ll suffer now, take what I want later. Being a little extra hard will probably help whoever I’m walking off to take over anyway.

We walked over to one side of the circular room, that had been formed into a sand-pit of an arena, a skull-like dome building serving as the center-point with decorative bones and some stone seating serving as the perimeter. The two men who'd recently been fighting within it were walking away, shoulders slumped after a long tiring battle. One had a tuft of silver hair on his otherwise bald head, his body huge and muscular on a level with a Hulk, his torso disproportionately large compared to his hips and lower body.

The other was taller but much less broad with albino-like chalk-pale skin and glowing red eyes. Loose blond hair flowing all about his scarily intent high-cheek boned face, a long pony-tail atop his head. Silvery cybernetic tubing extended from his flesh, flailing, dangling, and whipping through the air as his naked form glided along effortlessly across the floor.

I quirked an eyebrow. “You guys really do come in all sizes and shapes, don’t you? …I don’t have to fight a big muscle dude, do I?”

Shuri laughed, “No no. I know how Mark Williams works in all dimensions, fighting was never really your strong suit I assume?” She smirked, teasing me through her webcam as I huffed in response. “My Mark put it best: When you’re the worlds greatest lover, fighting has no place in your soul. So don’t you worry, I just want to watch you squirm a little before devouring your meal.”

“That baby in your belly is making you a sentimental science slut.” Snarked the other woman in the other room with her. “Stop bonding with that Mark and start doing your job.”

There was an annoyed eyebrow twitch that I was happy to not be on the receiving end of. Though even this minor catfight relating to me was entertaining in its own right. “Perhaps Ms. Frost is right. But then, perhaps Ms. Frost will also wake up with her Mark sized dildos haven shrunk in the night.” Shuri calmly retorted. It was fun to watch, but I was ushered down the stairs to the main arena before anything else fun could happen.

The space was rather large and impressive, with plenty of battle scars littering the floor and walls. Separate enough from all the rest of the cave people, but still fitting the cavemen aesthetic for, I assume, take down related sexiness. When this world’s Mark wants to Alpha it up on some heroes. Or at least, that’s what I’d do with this space.

“Hm, yes, that one will do.” I heard Shuri quietly hum, then she gestured with her guard towards the back of the arena where a single metallic door lay between the faux caveman stuff, “Well the elevator is just bringing up your opponent now. Spider-cucks, why don’t you two pick out a partner each to masturbate with. This should be a spectacle fight after all! Make it special for the other worlder!”

“Yippee! Let’s go MJ!” Peter practically leapt as he and his wife hurried off out of the arena.

Didn’t matter to me though. I had a fight to win, didn’t matter who they brought in to watch. More the merrier.

So, let’s review: I just needed to make a connection with whatever woman I was fighting with. That connection would be easy if I had my touch powers, but Dr Strangedick locked them away with magic back in my universe. The only way to make that brain to brain wiretap that lets me mind control is to overflow their other senses. Taste will be difficult, sound/sight is easier but weaker. Only tool I have left is the ol’ smell glands, which is why I decided to start ‘limbering up’ for the fight.

My mind wondered to who could possibly be coming through that door. Literally any hero or villain that I hadn’t seen already was on the table.

I wanted it to be Jean. Or Ororo, Sue, heck even Felicia. I knew it wouldn’t be though, they’d made mention of their own versions of these girls and mine were already mine. Thankfully She-Hulk was off the table, but didn’t mean there weren’t overpowered women who could kick my ass. Captain Marvel, Wasp, Scarlet Witch, that girl Thor, that girl Iron Man, that girl Vision, that other Captain Marvel, the girl Spider-Women, I heard that Squirrel Girl once kicked Thanos’ ass. Literally anyone was gonna be a struggle here.

But I had to make it through this or else my home was gonna have to live in the fucking Flintstones era forever, watching as my own parallel self enjoys the sweeter things. I steeled my nerves.

I was sweaty and I was ready.

The elevator at the back of the ‘arena’ opened. Almost like Darth Vader appearing in episode four, the bright room covering the shadowy figure that stood before me at the top of the stairs. She was clearly joined by a couple hench guards, but stood worryingly still as my eyes adjusted to the light.

“State your name for us, if you’d be so kind!” Shuri yelled. Just as MJ returned with her pick of bonus spectator, some pudgy looking white guy with a bowl haircut that she quickly sat on.

My attention was focused more on my opponent though. Slowly walking down the stairs to the arena proper, I could finally get a good look at the curvaceous and rage filled woman.

Even if she was angry, her attire matched the caveman theme well. Her clothes were torn, and barely held together with strings of teeth. Annoyingly it covered all the important parts, but the shreds of cloth were a poor bra, making her lovely jubblies jiggle too and fro as she walked. She looked human, thank fuck, but muscled like crazy, oh fuck. Slim, attractive, and with a pair of high tech looking handcuffs wrapping around her wrists in front of her. A red bandana held her long black hair back, while doing nothing about the intense scowl she wore on her face. Scarousing was probably the perfect word to describe my feelings right now.

“Elektra Natchios!” She yelled back at Shuri, though not dropping her rage at me, “I am here to fight for my freedom! Is this pathetic looking thing my opponent?!”

Uh, wow. Rude.

“Yes, this one you shall fight. Not for your freedom though, we’d never do that.” Shuri practically yawned at her prisoner, “More food rations if you win. Though you know you’d have all the food you could eat, if you just let go and join your friends.”

Elektra spat on the floor, “Your shamans may have trapped these weak willed fools, but I was brought back to life by The Hand! They may be bastards, but they know how to make loyal warriors resistant to such mind tricks, bitch!”

“Oh, just for that I’m not removing your handcuffs!” Shuri hissed back, then looking at me, “See? Problem child. We could get through those mental defenses easily, but our psychics just don’t think she’s important enough to bother with. Easier to just keep a few prisoners for special occasions.”

“Enough!” My opponent yelled, looking at me like a bull about to charge, “Arms or no arms, I am perfectly capable of killing such a weak opponent!”

I crossed my arms, “Hey, fuck you too.”

Haha. I’m about to die.