A New Day (Under A New Sun) in Westview

Written in collaboration with Namichwan

REC

“-it on?”

The screen showed a few men and women staring towards the camera, the forefront of which beamed happily at the red light atop the technological device.

“Really, Darcy? You’re recording this?” asked the man behind her with an unimpressed tone.

The front girl spun around, showing just how revealing her outfit of a tight white shirt with bootyshorts was failing to contain her, “Yeah, Ralph! Mark already started with that ‘video shared around the world’, that would be the beginning part of the documentary about our new lives~”

“Pfft. More like cockumentary.” sassed another girl.

“Ohh! I kinda like that… The Phoenix Kingdom Cockumentary has a ring to it.” agreed the Scottish man next to her.

“Come on, Ralph. You said you wanted to help Mark more, I just need you to zoom around with your super speed collecting footage. Then I can set up some interviews to splice in between.”

He still frowned at her, but also did slowly pick up the camera, considering it, “Aren’t you supposed to be on the science team?”

Darcy huffed, “You know how hard it is to be big-brain useful when there’s actual S.H.I.E.L.D. super geniuses around?” She gestured to the two nearby scientists who happily waved, “Besides, I’m an astrophysicist and Mark really isn’t looking at space right now. I don’t even think this is the right space to be looking at… whatever, are you helping or not?”

With a shrug, Ralph seemed to acquiesce, “Fuck it, why not.”

“Nice! I think Mark’ll like it too. It all fits with the TV show vibe we’ve been living in the last week, right?”

“Yeah. Let’s end this off properly.”

“Welcome to New Westview!

“It’s been a few days since Westview completely vanished from the face of the Earth, and we thought people would want to check in on its lovely residents~”

The screen showed a series of happy faces all waving at the camera from in front of their doorways.

“While some towns go through changes in government or lawn colours, none have ever gone through quite the change as we have!

“Our town disappeared completely into the ether, right down to the plumbing, leaving only an empty space where the town used to be. Back in their world, the police had no leads, evidence, nor a paper trail to follow. Just memories and records of a town that was here before.

“But where had Westview gone? Well, technically we’re only a few states away. About 3-4 hours drive with traffic permitting. Just go North East from New Jersey, dodge the chaos of a super hero filled New York, enjoy the splendors of Connecticut, and then hop a dimensional rift into a pocket dimension as soon as you reach Salem, Massachusetts. Honestly, it’s simple geography.

“When we last left our heroes, Agatha had used magic to teleport us all together. Together with Wanda, they brought the town into the pocket world where the barriers of magic and reality are blurred. The Abbey is sat at the edge of the Wuthering Cliffs, eternally gazing over a sea of tranquility, a tranquil cathedral acting as the heart of Salem. Ancient brickwork strangled by ivy and age, with dark indigo crystals and neverending witch fire gently illuminating its pale walls, The Abbey has stood for a millennium as a barrier between the mystic forces that threatened Earth. Filled with trinkets, tomes, and magical artefacts that would cause grand destruction if fallen into the wrong hands.

“A thin layer of floor-hugging mist covered the many acres of land outside the grand structure. Spreading out like a grand tapestry, every corner of the dimensional slice holds its own secrets and whispers. It wasn’t strange to find a ghost or skeleton hiding around any corner you looked. From the Whispering Woods to the Garden of Envy, the gothic aesthetic and gloomy atmosphere were almost suffocating in its theming.

“Which is why landing our homely suburban town across its bow looked so out of place.”

‘INTERVIEW WITH WANDA’, was the title at the bottom of the screen. Dressed in an upgraded version of her Halloween garb–breasts barely contained by the red cloth attempting to hold them up–she sat on a chair with a polite smile looking just beyond the camera.

“So, tell us Wanda, everyone wants to know… how is the new boyfriend?”

Wanda’s smile grew very wide and warm, “So good.”

“Yeah?”

“Oh yeah. Mark is smart, bold, confident, brave… I don’t think I could have fallen for anyone else if I tried. Especially after he stretched me out so much.”

“I hear that. Well… sort of. I’m still on the waiting list for Mark sex… i-it doesn’t matter. Gossip questions aside, this documentary is really about Westview. Can you tell us if there were any issues in relocating to this pocket dimension?”

Wanda took a second to think before answering, “With change, all life can struggle. But having a unifying **** can really reduce the friction, you know? All of Westview could have panicked, or fled, or fought between themselves upon reaching this new place. But they didn’t. We all worked together to create a sustainable environment, listening to Mark and working towards making his dreams a reality.”

“Incredible.”

“Isn’t it?” Wanda smiled, “Once the people were unified a lot of the bigger problems fell away. My hex may be gone, but the magics of this dimension strengthen both Agatha and I to fix any problem that needs solving. We have a woman in charge of a portal back to Earth, we have food magically being delivered into everyone’s cupboards and fridges from around the world… this place is really starting to feel like a home.”

INTERVIEW WITH AGATHA

“Why did you choose this pocket dimension?”

Agatha seemed to refuse to sit on the chair properly. Leaning on it like a trickster, back on one arm rest with legs hanging off the other. It really accentuated her new figure as she shrugged and made a lot of thick meat jiggle around, “Why not, love? I have plenty of things to run from, so sometimes it’s fun to return to your roots.”

“You’re from Salem?”

“Mmhmm. Your cute little interview show isn’t much on research, is it?” Agatha sassed, raising an eyebrow while Darcy babbled about behind camera. “It’s fine. Me and this place have history, but you live as long as… well, let’s just say the places I don’t have history could fit on a napkin.”

“Do you mind filling us in on what that history is?”

Agatha just blew air out her lips, “Same ol story, really. I tried to kill the owner and take her magic, but the amount of magic bullshit in this place protected her. I learned a lesson about attacking former Sanctum Sanctorums, she kept her life. Big whoop… oh don’t give me that look. How many times do I have to say that I’m Mark’s bitch now before you all stop looking at me like I’m gonna get my flying monkeys to kill you?!”

“And… and what of the rumour that no children made it to this pocket dimension?”

“...not a rumour, the truth.” Agatha hissed bitterly, “Wanda’s Hex was reality magic incarnate. I only needed a portion of it’s infinite power to separate Westview from reality. The rest I used to scatter the kids out into the world. Altered the timeline enough to give them new homes. I don’t care if it’s controversial, those kids don’t need to grow up around the wonderfully sordid shit that Mark has planned. He might be a megalomaniac mind controller, but he has some class at least.” She seemed to take a moment to compose herself from the slightly gloomier tone, “Besides, plenty of time for Mark to grow all new kids in their places, right?”

The magic had flattened the area formerly known as the stone terrace, upgrading the town to be a cliffside property with an amazing view of an eternal ocean. Some driveways ended in disturbed soil and a foreboding forest. Trimmed hedges cut off on a two hundred foot drop to the sea.The rhythmic whir of a suburban sprinkler system pointlessly added moisture to the already saturated air given the ever present low-lying mist. The perfectly manicured lawn of a town's park now abutted the crumbling, ivy-choked stone of the Abbey's graveyard wall. Plastic, primary-colored playground equipment including a slide, swings, a merry-go-round all stood strangely silent beside a thicket of thorns that shimmered with faint, dark magic. Now the entire town was just a polite neighbor to the grand cathedral, all looking rather dishevelled as they gazed upon their new home.

It was certainly a far way away from those that wanted to hunt Mark down. Very few would be able to track him, even if they were looking for him. Here he could grow and work in the shadows for as long as he needed.

Mark absolutely loved it immediately.

Mostly because this finally felt like real king shit.

A suburban town and a New York apartment complex had been nice, sure, but compared to Big Mark’s Mutant God-King in charge of Markanda, his own little empire still felt a bit starter-kit. Cool in a “holy shit, I got away with this” kind of way, but not exactly legendary.

This though?

This was more like it.

A haunted magical fortress on a cliff. A hidden dimension. An eternal ocean. A whole American town transplanted beside an ancient cathedral full of cursed junk and spooky history. This actually felt like the kind of place a guy called the Phoenix King was supposed to rule from.

There had been one immediate problem before he could do any of that.

Some old magic lady had shown up fast and furious.

And she seemed especially pissed to see Agatha, like she’d found a racoon rooting through her pantry again or maybe that it had stabbed her in the back.

The two of them had squared off, trading magic back and forth that he hadn’t gotten a good look at as he was piled on and ushered back by half a dozen of his people, America’s generally invulnerable busty mocha body between him and any errant magic missiles. But he got the picture from Agatha’s smug bitchy comments and the lady’s outraged derision that it was less a battle to the **** and more another chapter in an extremely bitter argument they’d been having for decades.

Then Wanda ended it.

One second the old woman was matching Agatha, and the next Wanda’s red wisps slammed into her from the side and wrapped her up so completely it looked unfair.

The woman’s face had gone from fury to horror in an instant as she looked at Wanda, muttering Scarlet Witch like it was Darth Vader rather than Wanda’s superhero name.

After that the Caretaker, which was apparently her superhero name, got his hand on her face and he reduced her from a mysterious magical authority figure to one more beautiful naked lady in his growing collection, enamoured by his white cock more than the rest of her previous life combined.

Then he wandered a bit as his people spread out, the SHIELD and SWORD agents taking it upon themselves to recon the area and post guards at the perimeter while the Westview residents mostly congregated at the town square or checked on their homes.

They’d returned to New York only briefly after the town's relocation, partly to prove that America could still leave this pocket dimension, but mostly to retrieve a very relieved Felicia.

INTERVIEW WITH FELICIA

“So, where were you during the events of the Hex?”

“...outside! Mark and Nat got captured by witches! America threw herself at fucking S.H.I.E.L.D.! I wanted to help but America just teleported me back to New York like I was just a- …like a…”

“Like a cat?”

“...shut up.”

He’d walked the Abbey’s halls with Wanda at one shoulder and Agatha at the other, America, Natasha, and the white-haired cat burglar never far behind, with the Abbey’s former guardian trailing along to tell him about it. The Caretaker had been still nude, which Mark found even better after Wanda had upgraded her a bit. No longer old. Not exactly young, but mature. She still had her short Karen hair-cut but it was snow-white like Felicia’s instead of grey. She still looked all severe and all business, which only made it better that she had her tits and white-haired pussy out as she explained her home to the guy who had just taken it.

A library. A cozy common room with a bar. An honest to god ‘War Room’ complete with a magic military map table. Maybe twenty bedrooms, the kind of compact layout that made sense if the place had originally been built to house magic monks. An empty larger master bedroom that the Caretaker hadn’t even been using, almost as if it had been waiting just for him.

The bed, however, was a disappointment. Certainly larger than those in the other rooms. But it certainly wasn’t rated for anymore than three people at most…

Wanda had taken notice of his feelings because with a sensual flick of her wrist, reality rippled across the room. The bed became a massive, luxurious emperor-sized number, piled high with plush crimson velvet pillows and dark silk sheets.

Breaking in that massive mattress with a six-on-one pile-up had seemed like the absolute perfect way to christen his new castle. He’d reached out, his hands wrapping around Wanda's corset-clad waist and the Caretaker's bare hips to pull them toward the silk sheets when Natasha stopped him, "As tempting as that sounds, Master. You really should get your hands on every person here yourself.”

“Really? You know what I- what WE just went through. We need this.”

Natasha’s raised eyebrow said we literally just had an orgy before arriving for that exact reason.

She let the moment breathe for exactly as long as she needed to before she went on. “You keep comparing yourself to the other Mark.”

That got his attention faster than any lecture would have.

She nodded toward the hall and the town beyond it. “Then remember how he actually did it. Not the speeches. Not the throne… Not the part where he got to spend his every waking moment rutting with women who eagerly prostrated themselves for your massive cock, one straddling him like a complete slut, others panting and shoving for their turn to be bent over the bed and savagely violated with that fucking mutant cock-slab.”

Natasha’s lips curled into a knowing, wicked smirk. She saw the immediate, heavy effect her words had on him and let the filthy visual sink deep into his ego for a second longer. Then, without missing a beat, her tone shifted seamlessly back to cold, calculating pragmatism.

“He started with the palace. Every servant, every guard, every functionary, every person. It took hours. And after that, it was the entire nation. That took weeks and months, well years in truth, but enough at the start.”

Mark exhaled through his nose. “Yeah. The boring part.”

“The necessary part,” Natasha corrected softly. Then, with the faintest hint of a smile, “And if I remember what he told you, his best decision was learning to listen when the people around him knew what they were talking about.”

Mark frowned a little, wanting to point out he’d listened to fucking Reed Richards and gotten his ass screwed by Doctor Strange and co, but he glanced back out toward the Abbey and the town beyond it. “I mean… I have them, though. I can feel them.” He tapped his own chest. “All of this? It’s bigger now. Wider. I can tell they’re with me.”

Natasha’s expression stayed calm. “But are you sure?”

That made him look at her.

She didn’t press harder. She didn’t need to. “This part is new, isn’t it? This expansion. Maybe it works exactly how you think it does. Maybe it doesn’t. What we do know is what already worked.”

Her fingers brushed lightly down his arm as she spoke, casual and intimate and impossible to shrug off. “The original method was foolproof. Tested on millions. Permanent for over ten years. Skin contact. Direct commands. No ambiguity.”

That landed square in the middle of him because she knew exactly which buttons to push, and because he knew she was right.

Big Mark had not taken over an entire country by only converting the hot, useful, or fun people first. He had started with the palace. It had apparently been dull as hell compared to all the sexy, flashy stuff that came after, but it had mattered. Once the palace was his, the rest had started falling into place.

Mark looked back into the bedroom, then at the women around him.

The horny part of his brain still wanted to celebrate first. Obviously. But the part of him that had spent the last however many insane days trying not to die, get free, or get back home knew what Natasha was really saying.

Don’t build your kingdom sloppy.

He clicked his tongue and dragged a hand down Wanda’s back to grab her sweet ass anyway, because she was happily tits-squashed into his side. “You know, it’s really annoying when you’re right… and you’re ALWAYS right.”

Natasha’s mouth curved faintly. “I do my best.”

“You do,” Mark replied, smiling back at her warmly, “...you know, once we’re done, I have a surprise for you too.”

Nat was taken slightly aback in surprise. Still, even now, not fully used to his kindness and smile towards her, “Then we better get started.”

INTERVIEW WITH NATASHA

“For those new to the kingdom, do you mind explaining the ‘House’ system in play?”

“Sure. It’s a simple pyramid based government, with Mark on top and us all as his lieutenants/advisors. Back in New York it made the most sense to split up the civilians that Mark liberated into different roles based on America, Felicia, and I. House Chavez focused on strength, training new bodyguards for Mark like Mr. Cage. House Romanov was for espionage, I trained many hackers to start gathering intel for me or covering Mark’s tracks, like Claire. House Hardy was for house cats. Sluts and layabouts that Mark could relax with and indulge. Though he often blurred the lines by fucking anyone he wanted to, as is his right.”

“I hear there’s now a fourth house?”

“Yes, House Maximoff. Since we’re going to be dealing with threats from the likes of Dr Strange it seemed pertinent to create a magic based house. It’ll partly be filled with those like our new Chun-Li who are altered with magic, but also we hope to find out if we can unlock any innate magic locked away in our citizens too. Now we just need Mark to sit down and start delegating, which I hope will be soon.”