Trapster Fixes Everything!!

Rykers Island New York City

(Directly following the events of Fantastic Four Volume 6 Issue 19)

Peter Petrusky, known the world as The Trapster, and sometimes Paste Pot Pete, paced his small cell on Ryker's Island. 'They couldn't have even put me up in the Myrmidon,' Peter thought. 'One of those places for real heavy hitters like the raft.' It was a slight to the bald villain. It meant he didn't matter. Being placed in Rykers meant Trapster was a low-level villain with no real powers. This prison was for technology based villains. ''Easy to handle', as a guard remarked once.

Peter would show those guards. He'd show everyone. Recently, he had reshaped the world after gaining control of a cosmic cube when he broke into A.I.M. It wasn't even his intention. It was just there. He didn't even really know why he broke in, just wanted to see some cool shit....and steal it.

The fucking Fantastic Four and that blind artists bitch had screwed up his plans once again. Sure, shit went sideways, but Pete had it handled or would have had the Fantastic Four not interfered. Petrusky was going to "fix it all" to "fix everything" for himself. He deserved so much more than this bullshit d-list villain life. He was smart. Few people recall he was a research scientist who had made those chemicals he used. He should have patented them. Made millions, but for some reason he chose crime. Maybe it was the thrill. Hell, it was the thrill. It was like a ****.

If he could just get the cube again. He'd do it right this time. He'd make sure he was a somebody, and then make HER his, he thought as he paced.

"You're not to bright Petrusky!" A voice called from behind him.

The words were so surprising and unexpected it made Peter actually jump in fright. Collecting himself, he turned to see a woman appearing out of nowhere near the far wall opposite the prison bars. "Who are you? Where the hell did you come from?" Peter asked his eyes taking in the woman who wore a tight black dress, high heeled black boots and a black tophat. He couldn't make out her face due to a dark veil. Behind her a black cape with red inner lining flowed as if she was coming from wind.

"Both questions are irrelevant Petrusky!" The woman crossed her arms and looked around his cell as she slowly walked around the villain. "Nice place."

"Who are you lady?" Peter asked again and finally noted how well proportioned the woman was with a nice pert little rack and toned ass and body in that tight black dress. "And why is a broad like you in here?." He inquired feeling blood rush to his cock. He hadn't been laid in months.

"Keep it in your pants stud." The woman seemed to sense Trapster's eyes all over her. "My name, if it really matte, is Karisma. And I'm here, in this god forsaken place, to offer you a deal."

Trapster didn't know the name nor the voice. He knew a lot of villains, heroes and powered types to. He watched her and let her talk. For now. Her feminine curves were acting on parts of his brain that sent more blood to his growing hard-on. He then notice a glowing blue ring on her finger. Bright blue energy seemed to swirl in it.

"I saw what ya did with the Cosmic cube." The woman said waving her arms. "All the black and white noir shit." She turned her veil covered head. "What are you a Humphrey Bogart fan or something." She added circling the villain.

Trapster shook his head. "That wasn't....I didn't mean all that." He admitted. He held the Cosmic cube and wished to be a somebody. Someone important. Among other things. It failed. The world turned into a black and white noir fantasy. The Fantastic Four stopped him with Alicia Masters.

"You're not nearly strong enough nor bright enough to wield a cube Pastey." She taunted him. "You tried to do too much. Subtlety is the name of the game when you are trying to warp reality." She told him.

"Listen lady if you're just gonna insult me why don't ya either beat it or lose the veil so I can see whose trying to be funny." Trapster hit back.

But the woman did neither. "You see Peter, time and space are directly proportional to..." she turned the veil to see a confused Petrusky. With a sigh she decided to change her explanation, realizing her audience might not understand quantum physics. A metaphor would be more apt. "Time and reality are like a river constantly flowing," she began. "When you throw a rock in a river it will cause a split in the water but go back to its original state of flow."

The villainous inmate crossed his arms. "Lady", he said, "you're losing me". To be honest, the only reason he was letting her keep talking was to check her out. Spank bank material for when she left.

"You tried to damn up the river Petrusky." She continued her metaphor. "You do too much and the river will either stop flowing, or the damn will leak until the water haotically finds away around or through the dam." She was struggling to find a way to explain such confusing concepts as reality warping and incursions. "You fucked up reality." She decided to be blunt. "You did too much with your wishing and reality broke." She went on to explain in a more straightforward way."The more you ask for the more the cube struggles to rework reality. You will cause alternate realities, and reality incursions which collapse upon themselves."

Her audience now seemed to be understanding her. Or at least listening while he stared at her breasts. That would do if he was hearing her out. "You have to start small and correct the problems as you go. Reality and time will do what it can to try and flow forward. But too many gaps to fix will cause issues." She could explain that there were entities and forces that would stop him for altering reality. But that.might be too much for today's lessons.

"What's with the lecture lady." Petruskt was getting impatient. "I fucked up...I get it."

Karisma finally stated her intention. "Because I want to give you a second chance!" She pulled the glowing blue ring from her left index finger and held it in her right palm. "This is a cosmic ring." She added. "Normally...in previous hands it could warp reality within a sphere of about fifteen feet. But I've sort of juiced it up...so to speak." She added, "It's protected me from the constant reality warping that permeates this damn existence."

Peter reached for it, but she pulled it back. "What gives."

"You screwed up once. So I need you to understand." She said sternly. "You need to be sure of what you want. And I know what you want. I saw your wish. Start small...start with her. And let the rest fall into place."

"I want much more than the girl," Trapster admitted.

Karisma sighed once more and shook her head. "Don't you think the two of you could do some real damage in this city together Or any city for that matter? The two of you against the world!"

Peter did like the way that sounded. He nodded and stared off in a fantasy of what that would be like.

"Good...good. Visualize." She reminded him. "Start small. Let the rest come. But visualize clearly. That's the key." She held the ring in her thumb and finger and rolled it. "When issues arise, use the ring to correct them. The ring will do the rest."

Peter eagerly tried to grab the ring but she pulled it back again. "Come on lady."

"Two warnings." Karisma was soon to finish. "First, the ring will get a mind of its own the more you use it. So do it sparingly." She stopped herself. "Or....." she shrugged. "Or it will burn up its power. I don't really know. I haven't used it in that way."

The villain was getting ansy and anxious "And what's the other warning."

Karisma wanted him to fully understand this last part. "The reality you create will be very real to everyone. However, the shadow of that old reality will remain since it existed literally moments before you used the ring. For all intents and purposes you are creating a brand new reality. But, like I said, the more you tinker, the more likely the Shadow of that old reality will grow until a potential overlapping incursion happens." Once again she seemed to be losing the now anxious pawn in her game. "Only you are going to recall the old reality. Even you will lose memory of it as time goes on and the new reality takes hold."

Petrusky was curios. ""What do you get from all of this?"

Karisma circled the villain. "I get a life that was denied me. That taunts me every day. But...." she held her hand out. "If you do well even I will forget all this."

Peter reached for the bright blue ring. He picked it up and noted how it was cold to the touch. "How do I even start this thing." He hadn't recalled how he wielded the Cosmic cube.

Karisma seemed nervous now. "Just think. Start with the past. How you'd want it to change in your favor...with her." She grabbed Peter's hand before he could put the ring on. "A last word of advice."

"What now," Trapster was annoyed.

"I count at least four times in the past when YOU HAD HER. Captured her." The veiled female stated. "Instead of taunting, teasing and torturing the young girl play to her insecurities." Karisma added. "Tell her she's strong. She's smart. She's tough. She's powerful. And that's she is enough." The woman finished, "that girl was **** for respect, compassion and passion her team and boyfriend didn't give her." Karisma pointed to Trapster. "Give her those things. And protect her...from Witmann and tje others."

Trapster slid the ring on his finger. "Are you done." The ring went on his right ring finger. It suddenly felt hot, as he thought about the past. About her. About capturing her. How he treated her and how he SHOULD have treated her. His eyes glued to the glowing ring. He wanted her....wanted her as his. That was truly all he needed.

He thought long and hard. Crafted his with and the new world. He started his wish at 8:34 AM and it ended at 8:43 AM. Seven minutes. When it was done Peter opened an eye and looked around. Nothing.

"Good job Peter Petrusky!" Karisma's voice spoke, but when Peter lifted his head the woman was gone. Vanished in thin air.

The Trapster looked around some more. Nothing changed. He expected a lot. He felt nothing. Saw nothing. Not a single thing. "What a load of shit!." An annoyed Trapster spoke and through the ring to the floor were it rolled under his bed. He shouldn't have trusted that cunt.

A fuming Trapster decided to go work out in the yard. He cursed while he pushed weight. When he saw that veiled bitch again, he'd give her more than a piece of his mind. It was actually pretty good workout. The other inmates could see Peter's anger and left him alone.

At chow, Peter Petrusky ate alone...and angry.

At one point he heard a guard remark, "what's he pissed about. With an old lady like that, I'd be happy everyday I woke up." It was strange to hear. Where they talking about him.

An hour later Peter was pacing in his room. Thinking how to break out

He wasn't doing two more years. Just then another guard, the fat white Billy Bob Rackham came and undid the lock on Petrusky's cell. "Alright Pete....let's go."

Trapster was confused. It was quite time. "Where I didn't do anything."

Rackham seemed annoyed. "Whaddya talking about. We do this every three days." The guard looked at Peter. "You high Petrusky?"

The villain shook his head. "No I aint done nothing."

"Move it Petrusky." The portly guard pulled out his night stick and tapped Peter to move out the cell. The guard began to lead Peter down and out the cell area.

Perer knew this route well. It was the way to the 'hole'. Solitary confinement. "Come on Racks," he begged. But the guard wasn't listening, he kept pushing Trapster forward. Down the hall they went, Peter Petrusky leading the way. He started getting nervous. Trapster liked being alone not that alone. Maybe he could bribe him. "What will it take," Peter asked.

Rackham chortled. "Nothing from you Petrusky." It was said Rackman used to be head of security at Seagate. Corruption had him fired. Barely got this job.

Peter kept moving down he hall trying to figure a way out of all this.

"Where you going Petrusky!" The older guardsmen called.

Looking down the hall, Peter Petrusky got an odd feeling. This was the wrong way. Somehow he knew he wasn't going to the hole. He turned to see Rackham waiting at the door to the RV yard for conjugal visits. For some reason Peter knew he was supposed to go through that door.

Rockham held the door open and waved his hands. "You guys get 5B, just like you aked." The guard rushed Peter into the yard. "I'll get her through." He smiled widely in a devilish grin.

The villainous Trapster walked onto the concrete of the 'fuckyard' as it was called. While he'd never been out here, he had this odd sense of deja-vu, as if he'd walked this path on this concrete quite a lot. His feet led him through rows of RVs, some moving from commotion inside. Moans could be heard from many. Peter had never seen these RVs, but they felt so familiar. His feet brought him to the biggest one. In the back. 5B....'the Penthouse', as it was called. Peter had never been inside but he could see the interior. The bed, the kitchen, the dirty couch, and the metal tub next to the toilet. It was such an odd sensation.

Memories that were not his, but now in his mind.

He opened the door and walked inside, his sight confirmed the layout that his mind already knew. "What gives?" Trapster wasn't dumb. The Cosmic ring had done something. But what?

Behind him the door opened, and in walked Susan Storm-Richards, but she looked massively different. Short cropped blonde hair with black streaks. She wore a tight tube purple dress with black floral print. So tight it left nothing to the imagination regarding Susan's curves. She wore a black leather jacket, and her black strap high heels that showed off her dainty feet clicked when she walked towards Trapster. What shocked Peter were the the tattoos on Susan's feet, and her legs.

Why were they familiar? Susan Storm-Richards never had tattoos. Wait, that's not her name...Peter was trying to place these new thoughts.

The beauty, so new and different, had his dick growing in his jumpsuit and he wondered if she noticed.

"Hey baby," Susan smiled widely and walked up to the Trapster. He was stepping back but she reached her arms up and around his neck pulling him close. Without warning, without hesitation the Invisible Woman planted her lips onto the Trapster's. The taste of coconut on his lips was new, but somehow familiar. Her tongue shoved its way past Peter's lips. His own thick tongue fought back and into Sue's mouth.

This was the first time since the reality had changed that these two kissed, but for Susan it was common. The Invisible Woman, who only a day ago was fighting and taunting the Trapster was now passionately kissing him. Peter's cock was rock hard now.

The kiss broke as quickly as it started. Sue walked past a stunned Peter who was trying to process the new world. The girl set her large purse down and went over to the toilet. "I'll get out the goodies after we fuck baby," she told Peter. Despite saying this she pulled out a pint of Jim Beam from the purse and undid the top, walking towards the toilet. She chugged the whiskey, swigged it, and winced from the burn. "I swear Rackham jerks off right before I get here so it takes him so long to finish."

A blowjob, Trapster realized somehow.

Susan gave Rackham a blowjob. Susan always gives Rackham a blowjob. It's how they get time in the "Penthouse". The knowledge was sinking into Peter's brain at lightening speed.

Susan lifted her skirt and sat down on the metal toilet against the wall. Peter heard piss rush from Susan's pussy. The Invisible Woman was pissing in front of Trapster like it was an everyday thing. She began to talk about an interview. Had they discussed this interview. It felt like they had. "I didn't get it. I know you don't think I should work at the club, but it's all I know." She said and wiped pee from her pussy. "It's like that Brant bitch said," Sue added pulling her vlack thong panties off over her heels. "Bimbos like me don't get jobs like that."

Trapster was in a daze. It was as if Susan was putting the memories into his head just by speaking. He recalled being on the prison phone with Susan encouraging her to go to the interview. He recalled Susan punching Bettt Brant in the face at a bar after taunting Sue for trying to get a job at the Daily Bugle. The memories suddenly seemed so real.

Susan pulled off her big leather jacket. It was to big for her because...because it was his jacket that she was wearing. "Why the hell are you just standing there babe?" Susan asked.

Trapster was lookin at her arms. She was full sleeved. He recognized them all. He'd been there for most of them.

The young tattooed beauty clicked he fingers in his face. "Earth to Petrusky." She pushed him forcefully until he fell back onto the couch. "Why do you have your fucking pants on still?" The Invisible Woman straddled Petrusky quickly and reached down to tug at Peter's orange jumpsuit waistband. He grabbed her hands out of instinct in a defensive manner. "Wait...are you a skrull?"

Peter took his hands away. "No I....."

"You holding out on me Petey." She laughed and began to undo the rope ties of his jumpsuit. Trapster just let her now, trying not to alert Susan what he was going through.

"Shadow of the old reality", the words kept popping into Peter's head.

The young heroine was intent on getting in his pants. Her hand reached down after untying the waistband and snuck into his pants and beneath his briefs. Peter groaned when a cold searching hand found his prick. Her other hand pulled down Peter's pants and he lifted his ass to assist her. Susan had his dick out and in her hand. She quickly stopped. "Is it...uh.....different" she asked moving his prick around. "Were you always...."

The villain was having trouble thinking of anything with his cock being manipulated by this blonde beauty. A girl he'd wanted for years. "Uncircumcised? He answered.

"No...." Susan said craning her head to inspect the penis in his hand. She slowly jerked it. "This big I mean...." she asked. In this reality she'd seen Peter's dick, but the shadow of the old reality was still strong. This was the first time she was seeing the cock, let alone holding the thing. "You look really big. Like REALLY REALLY BIG!"

"That's all me baby," Trapster beemed. He did have a big ten inch cock.

"If you're a skrull you have to tell me," Susan laughingly joked and moved her hips above the cock in her hand. She hiked her skirt up and Trapster gasped at the view of her perfect slit, swollen and wet. A tattoo that read "Paste Me" was in arch above her shaved mound. She didn't hesitate and her hips and body came down.

"Susan wait.." Trapster tried one last time to stop how quickly this was all happening. It wasn't a slow build up and it concerned him after the veiled with warned him.

The girl hesitated "Now I know your a skrull." She added. She then sank down and guided his tip inside her pussy quickly. "You never call me..." Sue suddenly turned red. "Ohhhh," she moaned slowly sliding down the cock. "Never...call me....Susan.." she said softly. "Oh my.....ohhhhhh." Susan moaned as her slick pussy slipped further onto the cock.

Peter Petrusky sank into the couch. The feeling of her warm pussy around his dick was worth any incursion this would all cause.

"Oh...God....baby," Susan kept mewling, "you just feel so good today." She slid more inches inside of him and then moved back up. Her pussy was wet and swollen. His cock was so hard. Two enemies only twenty four hours prior, were now intimate lovers. "Ohhhhh...." Sue couldn't believe how wonderful the sex felt. Something they did quite often, she thought. But since the reality had changed, this was actually the first time. "Oh baby," she lifted his head and kissed him, her mewls drowned out now but still going.

In the previous reality neither had engaged in sex in months. Both were greatly enjoying it as they kissed deeply. Susan moved slowly up and down until her body hit his. He was fully inside her. She pulled up a few inches. She broke the kiss, her face flush red and eyes closed. "It feels like that first time."

Suddenly Peter's head filled with visions of the first time they had sex in this new reality. With each slow movement of Susan's wonderfully wet pussy more images of their sex life filled Petrusky's head. Each member becoming more clear and more real.

"Ohhhh God baby," Sue said softly and began to shake and covulse. "I'm cumming." She breathed out and her pussy sank onto the cock. She brought his face to her chest. Her pussy squeezed his prick and flooded it with warm love juices. Buried in her dress covered chest Trapster groaned. His hands gripped her ass and he thurst up slightly. His penis was erupting deep up inside her. The hot cum in her love tunnel made Susan cum again and shiver in orgasmic joy. She began kissing his forehead.

Just as quickly as it started Susan rolled off. She was next to him on the couch waving her hand at her blushing face smiling ear to ear. "Whatever has gotten into you....I like it." She laughed. Peter was still trying to process. Sue seemed rather acclimated and adjusted to the new reality. She pulled a pack of Marlboro reds from her purse. She lit one and handed it to the Trapster. Next, she brought out her own pack of smokes, Newports. Those were her favorites, Pete suddenly recalled. The Invisible Woman smoked? The Invisible Woman smoked! She lit a smoke and walked towards the toilet and lifted her skirt. She sat back down. Another torrent of piss, now mixed with dripping cum. "Geez Petrusky!" She laughed. "Cum much...we fucked like two days ago." Susan puffed her smoke and blew out a deep inhale while she sat pissing and passing Trapster's cum-load.

Trapster worried they would get in trouble for smoking in here. "Susie..." that was what he called her, wasn't it. Not Susan. "You can't smoke in...." But new memories began to flood his mind.

Sue laughed and stood up. She grabbed the plastic pint of whiskey she left on the sink counter. The girl took another swig. "Rackham isn't gonna say shit."

She walked over and lifted her dress up and over her head. Now clad in only heels, Susan Storm's nude body was on display for a stunned Trapster. Her perfect orbs and shaved pussy for Peter's eyes to take in. Her perfectly toned and tattooed body sat next to Trapster on the couch on the left side. She crossed her tattooed legs and puffed her smoke.

"The shit he tells me when I got his cock in my mouth." Sue chuckled still talking about the prison guard. "He'd go away for a while."

The girl opened her purse and pulled out a small orange glass vial. She screwed off the black top and poured white powder on the wood coffee table in front of them. The naked heroine then reached into her purse and moved stuff around until she came out with a credit card from Empire State Bank. Sue chopped up the white substance and then scooped it up into two lines.

"I've had a FUCKING day," Susan Storm stated. Trapster was in disbelief when he watched the heroine bend down towards the wood table. The once prim and proper Invisible Woman moved her nose to a white line and snorted hard moving down the line until she'd inhaled the entire line. "Whoa!" She said pulling her head up. "Whoa!" Her eyes went wide and pupils dilated. "Those fucking Yancy Street punks sold us some bad shit last time." She pointed to the pile of ****. "This is Ty-Rock's and its dat GOOD shit ." she smiled. It wasn't good stuff. This was Susan's first snort of cocaine. It went right to her head adding to the after glow of her sex.

Trapster didn't say a word.

Susan Storm, high off of good sex and cocaine turned to her silent lover. "Take your clothes off Petrusky, snort a line. Stay a while why don't you." She said with blood shot eyes.

Susan Storm did cocaine?

Susan Storm did cocaine!