There was a knock at the door. Madame Cougar frowned and tapped Sweet-Pea's head. The boi looked up from his duty, his lips and chin glistening with her womanly juices. She gestured at the door.

"I specifically instructed that I am not to be disturbed," the schoolmatron said. She sighed. "Is there a discipline problem at this school, boi?"

Sweet-Pea shook is head. "No, mistress."

"Then go and let them in." She puffed on her cigarette, irritated at the interruption. Sweet-Pea opened the door and revealed Franklin... no, Francis MacEvil. He glared at Sweet-Pea and the headmistress, but said nothing. His mouth was occupied by a ballgag strapped around his head. He was a willful boy and disobedient, truly his mothers' son. Katherine had to send many a note to Malice and Moondragon informing them of his transgressions. Almost every privilege had been stripped of him, but he still managed to find ways to act out. Sometimes Madame Cougar thought he wanted to be punished.

His blonde hair had been styled into tight ringlets that framed his pretty face. He wore a blue-and-white lacy party dress with taffeta petticoats, beneath which was a cock-cage holding his dicklet and a maddeningly vibrating plug in his tush. Leather cuffs held his wrists an inch apart, and his ankles were similarly bound, allowing him only tiny mincing steps in his patent mary janes. His outstretched hands held a stack of envelopes tied with ribbon.

"Do come in, Francis," Katherine ordered. "Sweet-Pea, what did our prodigal pupil bring?"

"Look, Mistress!" the fat boi-slut gushed. "It's the wedding invitations from the printer!"

Madame Cougar untied the ribbon and opened an envelope. Flowery writing danced across the lacy scalloped paper.

"Perfect," the schoolmistress purred. The wedding would be the event of the season! "Although, I'm afraid this interruption must not go unpunished. Assume the position, you two."

***

"It... just seems so sudden," Hank continued, trying to remain diplomatic. "Where did you say you met?"

"The Florida Everglades," Carol explained. "Thor and I were trying to recruit Man-Thing, to see if he could serve as our teleporation, when we met... him." She gestured to the monitor. The security feed from the lab showed a grotesque humanoid fish-monster examining chemicals with a critical eye. The creature was nude, but there was a gleam of intelligence in its eye. They had heard of Manphibian, but none of the Avengers had seen him before, much less tinkering in the science wing.

"I just wish Thor didn't mistake him for an enemy," she sighed. The thunder god rubbed his jaw where Ms. Marvel had struck him. "Sorry, Thor. I just couldn't let you hurt him."

"But Carol," Jan protested. "Isn't this like that time you were mind-controlled by that guy who took you to a pocket dimension and raped you?"

"What? No, that never happened," Carol scoffed. "Anyway, he's sweet and smart... He's a scientist, you know, and he's lonely and we're in love. Now if you'll excuse me, we're going to go take a swim."

***

Marion Janet Fisk let Jonni light her cigar as he clicked and tottered on his heels around the room. The MacEvils had him dressed in a too-short parody of a cigarette girl's uniform, with a flouncy petticoated skirt that gave flashes of his pert backside and pierced cock.

"Expansion, Malice?" Marion asked, gesturing with her cigar at the window. "I'd certainly like to control New York, and I do have interests in Japan and Madripoor. What else is there?"

"You're welcome to those places," The villainess smiled. "Moondragon and I have been making inroads into the Negative Zone."

Moondragon nodded. "It's a vastly untapped--"

Just then the doors to the lounge burst open and a teenaged girl stormed in. She was as bald as her two mothers, and wearing a similarly revealing costume. Francis may have been shipped to Madame Cougar's Academy, but Malice and Moondragon felt that their daughter would be better off "home-schooled." She pushed past Jonni like he wasn't even there.

"Valeria! How dare you interrupt," Moondragon scolded.

"You said I could have a pet for my birthday, mother," the teen vixen said, flipping on the wall-sized television. A news report showed the remaining Avengers rescuing civilians from a plane crash. Valeria gestured at the footage, pointing out the werecat Tigra. "I want THAT one."