"Oh, Kitten..." said the dark, red-haired woman who held the smaller girl in her arms. The woman was queenly in her green, leafy costume that looked like a mix of Storm's traditional garb, with accents of greenery. "...I dreamed of this day. I've always loved you, child. I'd look at you and think 'What a sweet little thing she is..." her dark hands - tipped with long, green nails - cuddled the smaller girls pert and well-formed breasts.
"Awe, gee 'Ro..." giggled Kitty Quinn in her comical, 'Jersy' accent "...I wuz feelin' all weird an' stuff, but now (giggle) Everythin's cummin' up roses." she placed her own hands over Dr. Ororo Isley's, guiding her to squeeze her young breasts more firmly. Why had they never done this before? It now seemed foolish to have denied what was obvious to them both. Far from simply friends, they were obviously lovers.
The once quite sober young computer genus was now dressed in a skintight latex jesters costume of red and black with white trim. Her face was still hers, though painted white...her lips a glossy black. The face was the face of Kitty Pryde...but the eyes danced and rolled with lunatic glee. The once sober young woman was all but dancing in place. Her brain went in a dozen directions at once, but her intellect never faded...in fact, she seemed smarter than ever. Her brilliance refracted through her new found madness was a beautiful thing. Though she was only sixteen, she'd been a prodigy and brndled off to collage when not even ten. Pressure upon pressure pounded the friendless child-girl untill her mental breakdown, resulting in Dr. Katherine 'Kitty' Quinzel (whose mastery of Computer Science, Medicine and Mental Disorders was unmatched) had run into the arms of Ororo Isley - she who was both her Mother figure...and lover.
Ororo and Kitty kissed and cuddled as they removed their costumes, loving the feel...the look...the taste of each other. One might have asked "Where's the Joker?" but if so...then they wouldn't understand the Penguins mind. The Penguin had decided not to rescue the mad Clown Prince of Crime. Jeanette Cobblepot understood that the Joker would eventually dominate whoever he was blended with, and sooner or later...he'd kill them all. So...she made sure NOT to guide the Jokers soul...allowing it to flicker out...
Harvest and Harlequin kissed each other. Loved each other. Untill Peter Rasputin came into the room. For a moment, both women were shocked...before they smiled and invited their old friend to join them.
Tall...powerful...muscular...elegant...feminine...graceful...
"Room for one more, girls?" she purred, her muscle-woman physique sculpted in tight, black leather. Her hood was pulled back, allowing her thick mane of black hair to tumble over her shoulders, her stern yet lovely face exposed and her cats-eye goggles pushed back onto her forehead. She was Selina Petra Rasputin - a muscled, whip-welding Russian dominatrix and jewel thief - also known as the Cat-Woman.
The three woman embraced and wept in happiness, knowing that their friend Jeanette had rescued them from desperate, sad lives and brought them into a brand new world. They couldn't wait till the Penguin got home...
Meanwhile...
Jeanette Cobblepot was enjoying herself...and Logan was enjoying the sight. The once athletic woman was sitting at a prime table in one of the cities most expensive restaurants. She sat beaming before her starters of scallops with black truffle and a platter of foie gras, smoked salmon, lobster and caviar. Watching her eat was Logan. Her Logan. Her masterful Wolverine. She smiled as he indulged her, and she knew what to do. She knew just how to reward him for his love (even though she'd used her mental powers to make him think this was far more normal than it was) and she knew just who he should merge with.
It started with his clothes, as his plain garb became a dark green suit and cloak. His hair stayed the same, but his sideburns grew out...and some grey now flecked at his temples. He looked regal and imposing...a mix of European and Arabic...as he grew taller and more dangerous. After all...
...he was Ra's al Logan. He smiled at the queenly woman who dined with him. He'd always loved the fat, little criminal, and now he knew his affections were returned. Her cunning and skill at criminal undertakings were legendary, and joined with her telepathy and telekinetic abilities, he knew she'd be a great help to him...in his eternal plan to conquer the world. She had so many allies that were of use to him. Kitty Quinn's genius was always of aid, and he had great sympathy with Ororo Isley's own plans for world domination. He knew he was the greatest warrior the world had ever seen, and that he was nearly immortal thanks to the regenerative qualities of the Lazarus Pit. Still, allies were always welcome...and he knew that someday...the world would bow before them all. He as it's King...and she as his Queen.
Meanwhile...
Emma Jones - the brawny, brusing 'White Crocodile' or 'Crocodile Queen' - gloated over her appearance in the mirror, knowing something was wrong...but not able to see what it was. She was nearly 7 feet tall, thickly muscled and covered with pale, reptilian hide. Her head was bald and her mouth was filled with sharp teeth. Over this she wore a 'sexy' costume of white leather that flaunted her monstrous body, with hip-high leather boots, long opera gloves and a bustier that presented her massive, quaking breasts for her man to see.
Something was wrong with Scott. He was acting like he didn't know who she was? Under normal circumstances she'd have just mentally commanded him to obey her, but somehow...she'd lost her mental abilities. Instead, she could command large reptiles...like the pair of huge crocodiles she now kept as pets.
"Come on, Scotty boy..." she rumbled, her huge, thick-fingered hands reaching for him. "...y'know yuh wan' yer big, strong Croc. Come on, babe...an' give th' Croc some suger."
Scott was in a panic as the transformed woman came towards him.
He tried to dodge her, but she grabbed him and slammed him against the floor. He started to struggle...and she hissed and bared her fangs.
"Stop strugglin', Scotty...an' let th' ol' Croc do what she want's t' do..."
He started to ease up...after all, this woman was the woman he loved...