Feathers and Spikes

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When Roxanne was told to go downtown and cover the Megamind fight, she’d been flabbergasted. Not that she’d been asked to, but that she hadn’t been kidnapped. At the very least as Hal drove them the the site of the battle in the news van, she was glad the villain was active again. She hated to admit that she’d been growing worried.

For the first time in years, when the camera clicked on, Roxanne was speechless. Her mouth hanging open as she watched Megamind fight off another villain. No… not another villain… Megamind was the… hero? She felt as if her whole world had just tilted on its axis. Hal’s snapping fingers brought her back to reality, “Uh, earth to Roxanne? I mean, like, cameras rolling here.”

Snapping back to the task at hand she launched into routine, mind preparing the Metro Man spiel and on the fly word swapping in Megamind, “This is Roxanne Ritchi reporting live from downtown as Metro City’s defendor, Megamind, battles-”

As she gave her running commentary, she watched the blue hero, wondering just how different this person would be from the one she knew. When the battle was over, Roxanne tucked a strand of hair back behind her ear and approuched with a hesitant smile, “That was an intense fight, huh?”

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Bluebell turned on her holowatch and checked her disguise in the mirror before heading out of Evil Lair. She’d donned a blue studded leather jacket and ripped up grey jeans, completing her look with spike covered high heels. With her degun strapped under her jacket, the young super villainess headed out for a day of pranks and five fingered discounts. Gleeful, she put her earbuds in and hopped on her bike, tearing out of the wearhouse district without a care in the world.

The Evil Lair

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Roxanne walked the perimeter of the building. She had to correct herself as she looked it over. It didn’t just say go away in English, it said it in Spanish as well. She didn’t know any of the other languages, but she was beginning to suspect the blue villain had written the same phrases in every language he knew on the building. It was rather an obvious giveaway. As much as the complete lack of police reports or electricity usage. Signs of very obvious record tampering, the lack of any info standing out like a neon sign. 

Not seeing a clear entrance, Roxanne suddenly froze. Complete lack! Like the records and the invisible car. He always tries to just make things disappear. She looked over the wall again, with greater scrutiny. There wasn’t a single entrance to the building save a rusted out fire exit. Every building had entrances and a large warehouse like this should have several including large doors to get trucks in and out of. 

As she ran her fingers along the brickwork, she gave herself a quite pat on the back as the texture changed. The wall gave a slight glimmering ripple around her fingers, one she’d gotten used to seeing with the invisible car. That didn’t tell her how to get in, but he definitely had the right place! Closing her eyes to block out the confusing visual input, she felt out for any sort of catch or mechanism to open the hidden door. 

Anna’s eyes watched as the woman with short brown hair moved about the outside, watching her with parted lips as something seemed to dawn on her.. and immediately Anna began to wonder if the door would be locked.. Syx would have locked it.. right? And if not Syx, then Minion. 

Despite that reassurance, Anna began to back away from the screens before her, her eyes widening just a touch before she made a soft noise and turned. She didn’t run to the door.. this wasn’t that big of an issue. Not yet. She had just been touching the wall, just trying to find the door that was there. In Anna’s mind, there was no way she would be able to find teh door handle. 

At least not finding it before Anna herself got there. And by that time? She would have locked the door, if her mate and minion didn’t already do it themselves. 

Smiling with glee as her fingers found and depressed a switch, Roxanne gave a slight push and the door swung open. She closed her eyes as she passed through the holowgram, it was far too visually strange to walk through a wall. Without her knowing, Megamind’s security did a sweep over her and registered her as ‘welcome guest’.

To protect Miss Ritchi from harm from his machines, Syx had simply plugged Roxanne’s bio signature into all his systems to treat her with protection. To save time, he’d simply copied that override into each new system. Never had it occurred to him that his favorite kidnappie would have cause to wander freely around his lair or that she’d ever even find it without being brought there.

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He was outside. Crouching on a rooftop. Syx was familiar with the area and being on a roof wasn’t that strange… but… he didn’t remember coming out here. Maybe he’d… sleep walked? He’d been building something in Evil Lair… Anna had…. tried to get him to come to bed, but he’d been on a roll and wanted to finish. He’d promised to make it up to her later. Likely he’d fallen asleep at the drafting table, it would hardly be the first time that happened. 

Still, it hardly explained what was going on currently. Standing Syx stepped back from the ledge. He didn’t feel tired. At all. Bouncing on his toes he marveled at how odd that was. His clothing was odd too… not his normal leather and spandex. Speaking on that… he reached up and touched his head. Small. Hair. 

WHAT?!

Jerking in shock and growing panic, Syx spun and dropped to the ground. He made a beeline for the lair. He didn’t know what was going on but he needed Minion NOW!.  

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There’s a look of short-lived wonder on Veda’s face, one replaced by recognition and upset shock once she actually realizes just who she’d switched with.

By that point she’s staring at Syx and the brainbots with panic creeping into her expression that Veda is trying to ignore, gaze darting from first one brainbot to the next.

“H-how am I- supposed to… ?”

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Anna wasn’t pouting. She definitely was not pouting. Nope. Not at all. Climbing from the bed that she had woke up to empty in, she stretched out, as naked as the day she was born as was her usual method of sleeping. Moving about, she slipped her skimpy clothing on that consisted of a tanktop that hung off her bare breasts and shorts that might as well have been underwear.. and nothing else. 

She began to pad out of the room barefoot, yawning widely as she made her way to the last place she had left Syx.. and immediately froze. She lowered her hand, looking between her mate and the woman with a bot currently dangling from her elbow. 

“…Uhm.. we have company..?” She asked, tilting her head to the side as she looked over at who she thought to be Syx still. She wasn’t entirely bothered. If Syx didn’t truly want the woman there? Well? Then he would make a simple order and be rid of them. No real cause for concern. 

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“Anna! Thank the evil gods!” Syx looked over towards his mate pleadingly with his switched body. The similar green eyes the only thing reminiscent of him in the blond, fair face he had now, “Call them off!”

Brushing the bots off of him he cooed, “Daddy loves you but, NO BITING! Bad 36!” looking back at the person who was wearing his face, he demanded, “You! What have you done to me?”

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It never even entered into Roxanne’s thought to wonder at genetic compatibility. In her mind, it seemed a given based off fantasy and science fiction tropes that humanoid species could and would have kids. Megamind was always just a blue human in her mind.

“Magic? Curse?” Roxanne’s face drew out into an anxious half grin, sure that this blue man was pulling her leg, “Are you sure you haven’t been reading too many tabloids?”

“Sadly no, welcome to Metro City where magic is real and is mostly used to be a pain in your ass,” Harrison sighed dramatically.  To illustrate his point he focuses enough to levitate the box of donuts up so he could select a chocolate cake donut with rainbow sprinkles.  “I’m friends with an honest to god faerie that lives in a magical tree, Wayne has a longstanding beef with a djinn, and I’m getting magic lessons from a half-dragon.  It’s a brave new world.”

The expression of disbelief locked onto her face, Roxanne waved her hand under the box, “Okay, what’s the trick? I’ve seen Megamind do some pretty amazing things before but it was always grounded in reality somehow even if I didn’t understand half of it.”

She knew of the Doom Syndicate, but that was elemental stuff. She’d written them all off as mutants with physical abilities like Wayne’s heat vision. Brow furrowed she followed that same logic here, explaining what she was seeing based on what she knew, “So… like telekinesis?” 

The other things he said, she filed away for future research. Djinn, fairy, dragon. That was going to be a fun research trip if she could even begin to separate fact from fiction. 

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Her mind sputtered as she pictured Megamind in feathers and stiletto boots, her imagination hardly changing him other than removing the beard. Realizing she’d frozen open mouthed, she shocked her head and held up a hand, “Wait, wait, wait, slow down. Why would two people having a kid be scandalous?” her brain caught up. Right. Woman. This was two woman. She tried to add breasts to the mental image she’d been painting, “…how would to women have a kid? I mean it could easily be biological one of theirs if they used a sperm donor,” she reasoned.

Harrison was smirking despite his attempts to hide it, barely able to contain a somewhat evil glee.  He might not enjoy spike covered robots, but there is no doubt in moments like this that he is a Megamind.  

“No donor.  Biological from both of them.  A magical curse turned Girly into the male Megamind you know and love.  She was dating Roxanne at that time and one thing leads to another, and of course they’re not used to thinking about birth control….. So that is how Megamind accidentally got her Roxanne pregnant.”  With a flourish of his hands and a gleam in his bright neon eyes, Harrison is well and truly convinced he has blown her poor little human mind.  “Nine months later little Vycter comes along.”

It never even entered into Roxanne’s thought to wonder at genetic compatibility. In her mind, it seemed a given based off fantasy and science fiction tropes that humanoid species could and would have kids. Megamind was always just a blue human in her mind.

“Magic? Curse?” Roxanne’s face drew out into an anxious half grin, sure that this blue man was pulling her leg, “Are you sure you haven’t been reading too many tabloids?”

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“What?” Roxanne squeaked, “Married? To Megamind?” her face colored red at the idea, only in her darkest fantasies. Ones she denied in the morning, “I-I mean, wait, female? There’s a girl Megamind?”

Her eyes widening as she tried to wrap her mind around it, Roxanne gasped, “How ridiculous are her outfits?”

“Think more peacock feathers and rhinestones than spikes,” Harrison confided, his bright green eyes shining with amusement at her obvious embarrassment.  Yet another Roxanne who clearly had more than professional feelings for the blue villain in her life.  He could hardly blame her since he was itching to crawl into bed with Syx himself.  “Though the spikes to do make the occasional cameo.  Her thigh-high stiletto boot game is exquisite.” 

“They have two kids, one adopted and one biological.  Though you might be slightly scandalized to hear how that happened,” he smirked, knowing any reporter as curious as Roxanne Ritchi won’t be able to resist the inevitable follow up question.  

Her mind sputtered as she pictured Megamind in feathers and stiletto boots, her imagination hardly changing him other than removing the beard. Realizing she’d frozen open mouthed, she shocked her head and held up a hand, “Wait, wait, wait, slow down. Why would two people having a kid be scandalous?” her brain caught up. Right. Woman. This was two woman. She tried to add breasts to the mental image she’d been painting, “…how would to women have a kid? I mean it could easily be biological one of theirs if they used a sperm donor,” he reasoned.