Susan Richards, the Invisible Woman, sat in her living room, having tea with Karen Starr AKA Power Girl, having completed negotations over a joint venture between Starrware and the Future Foundation, when suddenly, an alarm blared.
Karne stood up. "What's that for?"
"An intruder alert. Let's check it..."
Before Sue could complete the sentence, there was a flash of light, and then blackness...
Sue came to laying on the floor. She immidiately threw up a forcefield and began checking herself for injuries. She seemed fine, though for some reason her costume felt strangely uncomfortable in a way she couldn't define. Besides that she actually felt good. Really good, as if...well, as if she'd just had sex and was ready for another round.
Before she could process this feeling, however, she was suddenly hoisted to her feet, her arms pulled up towards the ceiling, and she felt pressure on her wrists, as if she had been bound in invisible chains. She was not, therefore, entirely surprised to see a perfect double of herself appear before her. Her double's expression was one that Sue was used to making, but had rarely seen, the expression she adopted when her family was threatened.
"Who are you?" Demanded her doppelganger. "How did you get here? Why are you dressed like...like that?"
Confused by the last question, Sue examind her double's own attire...and her jaw dropped.
The other Sue wore a costume kinda like the trashy outfit she'd breifly adopted while recovering from her (thankfully short-lived) transformation into the evil Malice...but this outfit was somehow even skimpier, for her doppelgangers breasts and womanhood were both bared!
As Sue tried to process the idea of any woman wearing such a lewd outfit, especially a woman with her own face, she heard a voice, asking if eveything was alright. The voice was female, the accent educated, the tone concerned, but with a hint of curiosity. It was also, Sue had to admit, kinda sexy.
Sure craned her head to look at the speaker. it was indeed a woman, older than her, her brown hair tinged with gray. Despite her age, the woman was lovely, and also familiar; she could've been Reed's sister. Sue looked down, and stiffened. She saw not a body, but a neck. A long, elongated, rubbery neck, stretching outside the room. Sue's gaze returned to the woman's face. She looked into those eyes and all doubt fled; the woman wasn't Reed's sister, somehow, she was Reed.
This last shock was too much, and Sue fainted away...
Mystique was pretty pleased with herself; not everyone could infiltrate the Baxter Building, much less Reed Richards' own lab. The problem was, she'd spent so much effort on figuring out how to get in to the building, she'd neglected to figure out how to gain access to the information she planned to steal. As she examined the computer, trying to figure out where to insert the data-stealing device she'd brought, she heard voices approaching. Two voices, one male, and one female; the former was Johnny Storm, the latter...Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet Witch. What was she doing here?
Mystique had no time to ponder the question, and she quickly assumed the shape of Susan Storm as the two came into view. She smiled and was about to greet them, when Storm frowned.
"Sue's upstairs," he said, and hhen touched the 4-logo on his chest, triggering an alarm. "Fla-"
Before he could finish, Mystique struck, with a kick to the head, knocking him out before he could fully flame on, but not before he released a fireball which went wild, striking a bit of machinery which apparently was not fireproof. Wanda released a hexbolt, presumably trying to contain the damage, but instead there was a flash of light...
Mystique found herself lying on the floor, not of Reed Richards' lab, but of a well-appointed study. A very familiar study. She leapt to her feet, caught sight of the back of a wheelchair occupied by someone with a bald head.
"Charles..." she snarled. Instinctively, she leapt to attack...and was met halfway through as someone leapt up from in front of the wheelchair and attacke dher. Her attacker was as skillful a fighter as herself, and so it took awhile to process that her attacker was A: naked, B: blue, and C: herself. This revelation, combined with her existing disorientation, caused her to momentarily lower her mental shields...which of course was all Charles needed.
Against her will, Mystique stopped fighting and dropped to her hands and knees. For the first time, she realzed that her doppelganger was not completey nude, because she wore leather collar aorund her neck, with an attached leash which she handed to Charles.
Except it wasn't Charles. There was a distinct resemblance, but baldness notwithstanding, this was a woman. And again, baldness notwithstanding, a beautiful one. She was also entirely nude, and didn't seem at all bothered by it. There was a knock on the door of the study, and one of Xavier's students entered...Jubilee.
Once again, Mystique stared, shocked at what the young mutant was wearing.
"Professor, is something wrong?" The girl asked.
"Not at all," said the woman. "Would you kindly inform Madame Frost that we have a new slave for her to break in?"
M'gann M'orzz flew through the skies of New York City. She and the Titans had come to town during a team-up with the younger members of the Avengers (but not Young Avengers, who were apparently a different team entirely), and she was taking hte time to see the sights. As she flew past the famous Baxter Bulding, headquarters of the Fantastic Four there was a flash of light...
M'gann came to lying on her back, looking up at her own face...upside down. She quickly realized what was going on; this was a double, looking down at her.
"Hello, Meagan!" They both said at the same time, then giggled. M'gann got up and saw that her doppleganger had chosen to adapt a somewhat different style that she herself. Her top was tied up under breasts, thereby baring her midriff, and was furthermore made from a see-through material. Her skirt hung lower, but was shorter, so that it still barely reached her thighs. It was very clear she wasn't wearing any underwear. As a final touch, her hair was in pigtails.
"This is weird....but cool!" M'gann said.
"I know, right?" her double responded. "Unless you're evil, Aunt J'oann says some alternate reality duplicates are evil."
"I don't think I'm evil. Who's Aunt J'oann?"
Other M'gann telepathically sent her an image, of a beautiful, statuesque Green Martian woman, tall, buxom, and muscular. She wore a blue cape like Uncle J'onn's, that attached to strips of red fabric that crossed her chest in an X-shape, leaving her large breasts exposed. She also wore a tiny blue g-string, and blue thigh-high boots with stilleto heels. Accompanying the image were impressions of emotions, similar to those M'gann associated with her mentor...but also, lust. That was odd, but M'gann decided to ignore it for now. Instead she asked the obvious question.
"Oh, you're allowed to uncover your breasts in this world?"
Other M'gann looked shocked. "You mean you're not allowed to in yours? No wonder you're wearing such an awful costume!"
Personally, M'gann thought her cosutme was cute; certainly most males she encountered thought so. Still, it was only polite to adapt to local custom.
"I should change into something more revealing then, shouldn't I?"
"Yeah, it's kinda creepy how much you're covering."
M'gann briefly considered copying her doppelganger's costume, but decided against it. Instead she remembered an image she'd seen in a work of fiction by an Earth author trying to imagine what Ma'aleca'andra (or as the humans called it, Mars) was like. M'gann decided to try that.
"How's this?" she asked.
Other M'gann licked her lips. "Great, you look positively delicious! Wanna make out?"
M'gann was confused. she knew what "making out," was, of course, but...
"Isn't that something you do with a boy?"
Now it was Other M'gann's turn to looked confused. "What's a boy?"
M'gann sent her an image of some of her male teammates. Other M'gann pondered this for a moment.
"Those are boys? Huh, we don't have them in this reality. Pity, they look fuckable."
M'gann gaped at this language. "Uhm, maybe you should help me understand what your universe is like?"
"That makes sense."
They opened their midns to each other. M'gann was fascinated. It seemd that in htis reality, the male gender did not exist, not among humans, or Ma'aleca'andrans, or ANYWHERE. All the men and boys of her reality were women and girls here. But that was just the top of the iceberg. This reality was positively hypersexual. They had no sexual taboos, or even the concept of sexual taboos. Polyamory and polygamy were the norm, and monogamy considered weird. And everyone was always ready to have sex, anywhere, at any time, with anyone who wanted.
"Wow," M'gann said. "This place is so different back home."
"Good different or bad different?"
"I.-I'm not sure."
Other M'gann gave her a wicked smile. "I think I know how to convicne you it's good," she said, as she leaned closer and put her arms around M'gann...