Scarlet Wars: Episode 2 (End of Episode: A New Family?)

Written in collaboration with Cross C

Things had been… awkward on the return to the Maximoff/Vision house.

Sure, Wanda had her clothes readjusted, and the XXX portion of the episode had faded away as soon as they were out of earshot from the town square (with Vision’s mustache fading with it), but something just felt out of pace between the loving couple.

“So you say Agnes' husband, our new neighbor… is an old friend from Sokovia?”

“Yes!” Wanda replied, looking up to the sky in an almost dreamy haze, “Mark… I’ve known him since childhood, had a crush on him in my teens, and now we’ve found each other as adults! Isn’t it just so perfect?”

“For all those not currently married to you, I suppose…”

It was perhaps the most bitter comment from his mouth ever, and it shook Wanda from the spell cast over her to reassure his feelings. “Don’t worry, my love. I am simply happy to see someone from my past again. My heart still belongs only to you, I promise.”

With a sigh, Vision relented, “Of course, I trust you. And I apologize for feeling any level of jealousy, Wanda. These thoughts of mine are only born from confusion.” With a smile they kissed, and with a twist of the key they entered their abode once more, “I’m happy you found him again, even if you've never mentioned him before… and to hear the show went on well without me.”

“It did indeed. Mark has such a virile way with words, that captivated everyone who saw him!”

He frowned again at his wife’s floating through the air towards the stairs, “…good for him as a hypnotist, I suppose.”

“I cannot wait to catch up with him properly. He was a bit busy at the orgy tonight, but tomorrow should birth plenty of opportunities for us to bump into each other again!” She continued despite his attitude, nibbling on her nail before subtly licking the whole finger.

“Oh my! Speaking of birth!”

Though she had been looking rather bloated with cum on the walk over, the both of them were very surprised to find her belly to grow three times the size! Like a cartoon rabbit had just plugged a bicycle pump into her and was hammering away at the lever.

“Vis! It’s happening! Our dreams of a perfect family are going to come true!” Wanda beamed, already feeling such powerful amounts of life swimming through her. He reached over to cup the firm stomach of his wife, 80% happy, but also 20% concerned.

“How wonderful darling! But, and sorry I have to ask this, but my dear… whose baby is it?”

As the pair looked at each other, then towards the camera, a few words sprung up from the middle distance to cover the whole screen with a musical sting to take them to the credits.

‘TO BE CONTINUED!’

“As fun as that was, she’s getting too close to you now.”

“...”

“I’m trying to break her mind, not give her a new bloody love interest!”

“...”

“If anything, I’m therapizing that bitch now! The plan was twisting the knife of the dead robot husband until she fails to notice I’ve already stolen her powers… if she falls in love with you and your stupidly big cock then she might just accept the mindfuck cuckery as reality!”

“...”

“What, no ‘yes master’ anymore? You should still have enough wherewithal, unless all the new muscle has crippled your brain stem…”

“...”

“Whatever. The deeper you go, the less annoying it is to take control of this perfect male specimen of a body you have. Oi, Natasha! Daisy! Get ready, I’m gonna possess him again all night~”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“GWAH!” Ralph gasped loud and hard, feeling as if his entire heart had been ripped open and ****-fed twelve double espressos. Nothing about this felt right, not his body, not his organs, and especially not his pants. “W-where the fuck am I now?!”

In a blink of an eye, Ralph was in his bathroom.

“Jesus H Christ! Why was that so fast?!” Breath hitched in his throat, the whole experience making him feel like he was going to vomit or die. Sweat poured from him, and he grabbed a towel to wipe down his face.

And who was looking back at him in the mirror when the towel went down, but Ralph?

“Who the fuck is this?! Who the fuck am I?!” He barked at his own face, poking it and pulling at the skin like it was completely foreign to him. “Why am I not me?! Gahh! I hate this place so goddamn much!” The man whined loudly and to no one, suddenly pulling open the pajama pants he was wearing to stare at his own crotch, “...I need to find Nat or America fucking fast. The sooner I’m back in my own body, the sooner I can leave this ass cunting hex!”

Monica gasped loud and hard on the muddy ground. Pain was reverberating through her whole being, specifically from her crotch, but all of the sensations overwhelmed. From the blinding lights that seemed to swarm around her to the feel of heavy rain hammering into her body.

“WE HAVE AN EJECTED CAST MEMBER! I REPEAT! EJECTED CAST MEMBER!”

“W-wha-?” She mumbled, trying to make sense of things.

Moving shadows through the lights.

The ends of guns being shoved into her face.

Barking some sort of order to stand up. Were these… agents? They were acting like them. Wasn’t she just kissing Mark? Something had happened…

Memories and emotions swum around her head wildly. Failing to take a grasp of which reality was even the truth anymore.

Then two boots landed by her head that seemed to temporarily throw her out of the funk.

“You look like you’ve had a run in with someone I’m looking for!” A broad latina woman in a far too patriotic outfit grinned down at her, reaching her hand down to the fallen woman, “Welcome back to the real world, Agente Rambeau! We have some questions for you, futa puta!”