"Remy mah poor brave Remy, ah'm so sorry fer all that y'all been put through sugah. Ah'm going tah make it up tah y'all," said Rogue gently.
"You forgive dis Cajun then chere, you not angry with Remy?"
"No sugah, ah know that it's all the fault of fuzzy heah, but ah don't think he meant any harm so ah'm going tah forgive him this time," said Rogue.
Iceman hugged Hank close, burying his face in the furry shoulder and whimpering pathetically. Emma Frost had caught Mystique kissing him and had finally put two and two together. Predictably she was absolutely livid since she hated not being the one in control of the situation. Men were supposed to fall for her and not the other way round. It seemed that while she had no qualms about controlling other people's minds she didn't like having a taste of her own medicine at all. Maybe it would be a lesson in changing her ways in future but that was highly unlikely. After all this reformed villain was still rather a bad girl to say the least.
"I don't believe you Bobby. How could you try and seduce me with your cheap tricks," hissed Emma Frost.
"Oh yeah well what about when you possessed him and became the ice queen and all those times you kept appearing to him? Emma and Bobby in a tree, what do you think they're doing? K I S S I N G!" sang Jubilee.
"Jubilation Lee you are dead meat," snarled Emma.
"Now Bobby you're going to find out what it's like to be on the receiving end of a woman's wrath. I just want you to know that we can really get nasty when we feel like it. First a more suitable form is in order," said Mystique as she shifted to Hank's form.
"Wait it was Hank who gave me the cologne," said Bobby leaping out of Hank's arms and hiding behind him.
"You're instinct for self preservation is most galling Bobby but I suppose I shall just have to face the music. Now ladies, I'm working on a way to reverse the formula of the cologne so would you kindly leave airing your grievances until after I've completed clearing up my mess? I'll be more than happy to accept any punishment you choose as long as it doesn't involve too much lasting harm," said Hank with a charming smile.
"By the time I've finished going through your head Hank the nightmares you'll be getting every night until the day you die will make you the bouncing white Beast. Maybe I'll alter the others minds and make them hand you to a zoo as the first yeti in captivity. Perhaps with your delightful inquisitiveness you belong in a cage," said Emma with deathly calm.
"Too lenient White Queen, me I think we ought to castrate him," said Mystique shifting back to her normal form.
An ominous growl was heard and an angry Creed stepped forward along with Cecilia Reyes. Victor put an arm around Hank's shoulder making it clear that nobody was going to hurt his friend. Mystique's yellow eyes narrowed as she took in this little revelation and she pointed accusingly at Hank.
"What have you done with my feral?"
"A side effect of the cologne in ferals is inducing a euphoric state; basically it's made him into a kitty cat. Creed why don't you go and see if Mystique is alright, she's gone awfully pale," said Hank calculatingly.
"Mystie, don't ya worry, I'll give ya a hug and yer going ta feel much better," said Creed wrapping Mystique in a massive hug which left her barely able to breathe.
Two down now since Rogue had picked Remy up tenderly and had flown him to her room to recover. This just left Emma Frost perhaps the most dangerous of all the reformed villains. A mental command forced Cecilia and Jubilee to step aside and her eyes glowed with anger as she glared at the quaking form of Hank. There was a loud thud as Bobby fainted from the force of that withering gaze. With a gesture one of her psychic energy bolts struck Beast in the chest leaving scorched fur. Hank dropped to all fours and took off at top speed, that form of locomotion peculiar to him taking him off at a pace she couldn't hope to follow.
"Come back and take it like a man, you sad excuse for a werewolf reject," screeched the White Queen throwing another lightning bolt.
"Actually I'm a furry blue gorilla ma'am," hollered Hank.
He dashed around a corner and collided with Nightcrawler who made a valiant attempt at clinging to a wall but wasn't quite quick enough.
"Enschuldigung bitte, Es tut mir leid, Kurt mein freund," said Hank as he knocked him flying. A furry blue hand helped the unfortunate X-Man to his feet and Hank quickly poured out his story.
"Das nicht so gut mein freund. Still I shall see what I can do. Hold on tight," said Kurt as he bamfed out with Hank.
"Just you wait till I get my hands on you! Oh great now I've got that sulfur and brimstone smell clinging to my new trouser suit. Oh hell this just keeps getting worse," howled Emma.
Kurt's quick jaunt took them into the garden and Kurt immediately bamfed back to his room. It was exhausting carrying an extra passenger of Hank's bulk even over a short distance. Hank nodded and decided that rest was the least his friend deserved for that timely save. Still furry blue mutants had to stick together. A frown creased Hank's brow as he realized he was standing in something rather sticky. Glancing down he saw his feet covered in a greenish slime and that there were purplish fragments scattered amidst the crushed flowers.
"Stars and garters, I'm standing in what's left off Nathaniel Essex. Oh well this will be just one more reason for him to kill me when he finally puts himself together," sighed Hank. Squatting down he took out a handkerchief and proceeded to wipe his feet clean. After all it wouldn't really be polite to keep treading Sinister into the ground when he walked even if the fellow deserved it.
"Hey Hank it's good ta see ya," cried Logan as he ran up and hugged Hank.
"Yes it's good to see you too Logan. Hello Scott, oh you're not so happy to see me are you?"
The optic blast struck Hank in the chest and sent him flying a dozen yards to crash heavily in another flowerbed. Logan howled in dismay at seeing more poor flowers being massacred but his distress was nothing compared to Beast as Jean Grey was right behind Scott and looking very cross indeed. Hank was caught in a telekinetic grip and yanked skywards where Jean used her telekinesis to spin him like a top rapidly inducing nausea. At the same time she telepathically projects hideous images into the poor fuzzy blue mutant's mind the least ghastly of which was the Blob in a bikini. After about five minutes of this punishment she unceremoniously dumped Beast back to earth.
"Right, I'm through with playing nice. Scott hand me the waxing strips," said Jean Grey in the iciest of tones.
"Wait, please grant me quarter and hear me out. I'm working on a way to reverse the cologne. Just let me finish and you can punish me to your heart's content then," said Hank rapidly.
"Perhaps we owe him a chance dear," said Scott and Hank thanked his lucky stars and garters.
Somewhere in the sewers under New York City thunderous laughter was echoing through a hidden lair. Fatale was frantic with worry as she raced to the side of her master. She found him rolling on the floor convulsed with helpless laughter as monitor screens displayed the current pandemonium reigning at the Xavier Institute. Slowly he got to his feet and wiped the tears of mirth from his furry face. Yellow eyes still glinting with merriment he showed his fangs in a thoughtful smile and nodded to Fatale.
"I haven't had this much fun since I first found out about the Legacy Virus my dear. It seems that once again curiosity has gotten the better of my blue-furred alter ego. All the chaos you can see was caused by one simple little experiment that proved entirely too successful," purred the Dark Beast.
"Which you are of course going to duplicate McCoy,"
Dark Beast nodded and got back in his chair. He folded his arms behind his head and leaned back, his agile toes tapping buttons on his keyboard and bringing up a chemical formula on the screen. He grinned once more and pointed a clawed finger to the formula.
"The formula will be simplicity itself to duplicate and I believe I can even improve on it."
"I'll take your word for it then McCoy. What are you going to use it for?" asked Fatale feeling curious in spite of her self.
The Dark Beast looked thoughtful for a few moments and absently ran clawed fingers through his long shaggy black hair. Fatale saw he was fingering the gold rings in his ears which indicated he was deep in thought. A claw scratching at a sideburn indicated he was coming to a conclusion and rubbing at his furry chin was a sure indication of triumph. Then he gave her another smile showing his sharp canines and once more thunderous laughter echoed around the room.
"Why my dear, the possibilities are endless," purred McCoy.