As Alex went through a number of hoops to manage the curveballs that Susan would occasionally throw in his plans, things on Earth-Z were moving smoothly. The Widows were gearing up for a battle of a lifetime against one of the prime bastions of humanity. At the same time, Laura was on Farm Earth, spending her time resting with Alex while also experiencing a special kind of therapy with her favorite therapist, who also liked to cosplay as a cat—in a more literal sense than one would imagine.
Laura looked at Felicia happily mewling at Alex as he gave her a belly rub with an occasional boob rub with fascination in her eyes.
“You know, looking at Felicia enjoying petplay so freely almost makes me envious.”
“Does that mean…” Alex looked at Laura with wide, excited eyes.
“No.” Laura crushed his hopes and dreams with one word. “We did it once, and it was fun. But that’s all. What I meant is that I could never do what Felicia does. Be so carefree and uncaring, letting you play with me and tease me like a pet. After a while, I’d just want to jump on your cock and get out of the restraints. But she enjoys it…almost to the point of embodying it. That’s what I’m envious about. She isn’t turned on by the thrill of being helpless and entirely at your mercy…well, maybe a little. But primarily, she just enjoys pretending to be your cat.”
“We could always put you in a bitchsuit again,” Alex said. “I think you could learn to embody a cute puppy just like her.”
“I just told you, Alex,” she said. “What I enjoyed that time was the thrill of being entirely at your mercy. I didn’t care for acting like a dog. To me, a bitchsuit is simply another kind of restraint, albeit a bit more embarrassing than the usual stuff. It doesn’t suddenly awaken a different side of me like it does for Felicia.”
The platinum blonde simply purred louder as she got on her back and gave Alex full freedom to do whatever he wanted. He rewarded her by moving his hand between her legs and rubbing her over the latex skin that covered her crotch.
“Let’s move back to your issues,” he said. “Do you not want to confront them just yet? We could simply wipe out the Bastion, and you can help get rid of the continental ‹Eldritch Class› abomination so the Widows can lead the Prime Bastion to establish a safe haven for all humans on the continent.”
“And let you treat the people in your so-called Bastions like literal fucking cattle to bolster the numbers of the abominations? If anyone realizes the dark shit that you are planning, Alex… I’m not on board with this idea. It’s beyond genocidal maniac and is well into the pointlessly insane territory.”
“Look, I need an external threat to rapidly force every country to kneel before me and accept my empire as a prime authority that governs them,” he said. “If you have a better idea than mass producing abominations, then I’m all ears.”
“Clones,” she said. “Just use your clones to pretend to be big, bad aliens that want to invade Gaia. People will eat it all up.”
“Yeah, it's both a lot of work and unsustainable,” he said. “I don’t want to divert so much of my attention to such a needless task.”
“Then just clone humans and turn them into abominations,” she said. “There has to be a better way than to rear actual humans like cattle to eventually turn them into mindless zombies that you use to invade other planets.”
“If you are that against it, I could make it so that the Prime Bastions are all working on accelerated time. Like to an extreme degree—imagine twenty years to one day. The abominations will attack them every forty years, i.e., two days, and breach the walls, causing the citizens to be exposed to the outside air. It won’t be enough to hurt the young, but the elderly will all have an adverse reaction to it, and ultimately get converted into abominations before they can drive away the creatures.”
“That’s still rearing those people like cattle… It’s like you don’t give a damn about free will…”
Suddenly, Felicia’s loud mewl captured Laura’s attention as the platinum blonde woman’s entire body shook and convulsed violently. She swayed her hips as if humping Alex’s hand that still rubbed her pussy over the latex while her body kept jerking. It kept going for almost two minutes before Felicia’s body finally calmed down, and she meowed at Alex with a fulfilled and at-peace expression. Her eyes naturally closed as she put her head on his thigh, and she went to sleep. Alex gently shifted her position to make sure that she slept comfortably without freeing her from the restraints and finally turned back to Laura.
“Where were we? Yes. Of course, I don’t care about free will, Laura. Don’t you know me?” Alex looked like Laura had said something absurd. “Those people get to live happy, enjoyable lives with all the resources and the desires that they may have. The only caveat is that every forty years, a deadly invasion-type event kills everyone over sixty. Now, I just need to think of something that will slow down their evolution and make sure that even after a thousand time-accelerated years, they are the same humans as the humans of today. I don’t want to suddenly have them popping up with newer versions of mutants or something like that. Who knows if they develop a natural immunity to being turned into abominations?”
“I feel like it would have been better if I didn’t know about this. At least it wouldn’t have been on my conscience then,” she said. “How do you even plan to get people converted to abominations? Those transformations were a one-time thing during the initial blasts. It’s not like a zombie virus. If someone dies by an abomination, they just die. And if they are exposed to the air, they simply get their skin melted off.”
“Once we kill the continental abomination, I will most likely create a nest for them where I will make the necessary modifications to their biology and take implicit control over them as well,” he said, much to Laura’s disbelief. “After all, I don’t want to have them actually kill all the humans. Repopulating the Prime Bastions from too low numbers would be a bitch and slow down progress significantly.”
“You’re killing me, man… I think it would be better if I just stopped asking you about this stuff entirely. I can’t keep hearing about you doing such things and keep myself sane. Could you purge the memory of you ever telling me about these plans of yours?”
“No,” he said. “I don’t do that for my hosts. Eventually, when I do even worse stuff, you’ll consider this downright saintly. I promise.”
“That doesn’t help!” Laura groaned at Alex and stood up before storming out of the room.
“We never finished our conversation about your issues regarding the X-Men and Wolverine…” Alex shouted behind her, but she pretended not to hear, making him chuckle as he gently ran his fingers through Felicia’s hair. “Your hair really is unbelievably soft, isn’t it?”