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How the hell had this happened? On some distant planet, the Hulk had shown up being mind-controlled by the local tyrant. That made sense. To fight him, the resistance had gone for some of his most successful opponents, assuming they weren’t pure evil—no desire to replace one tyrant with another. They’d come up with the Thing, X-23, and her. That seemed like a good enough team to at least break through the mind control. 

Only it hadn’t worked out that way. Thing had had his face half-shattered like a brick dropped off a building. X-23 had been punched for miles, to heal on another continent. And she’d been knocked through a forest of sharp, jagged stones, her superstrong body reducing them to rubble, even as her costume tore and was rent from her flesh. When she came to a stop, it was hanging half off her, literally, exposing one breast and a buttock on the same side.

When the Hulk came in for a landing, ready to continue the fight, he got sidetracked by her nudity. Something stirred in his purple pants, and at the size it was, she would’ve noticed it even if he’d stayed put.

“Girl,” he said, as if realizing for the first time. With her costume before, and his berserker rage, maybe he hadn’t. “Pretty girl… hair…” At least he seemed to be calming. Her sexuality had him too distracted to keep raging. A little flattering, actually.

“Yes, I… have hair…”

His big, blunt hand reached out and ran through her long blonde hair, Hulk moaning as he felt its softness even though his callused fingers. “Soft… pretty… Hulk like soft pretty girl…”

“And… she likes you too, H-Hulk…”

The Hulk’s erection was a barely contained force, straining the crotch of his pants, and he picked at the painful constriction, seeking to ease his discomfort. After a grunt, Hulk gripped the material and ripped it off himself, allowing his prick to leap out. It was racehorse eager to begin.