One day Wolwerine while it was checking that the school of the mutants was to place he/she saw storm that the shower was doing. He entered and it told storm that the city was under attack but very astute Storm he/she knew that what had said Wolwerine was false however Storm had the desire to make sex and so takings Woleirne and if it brought him/it in the shower and they began them to make later sex up to the day.
Kitty watched the volleyball game as she sunbathed by the pool. Only the guys were playing. Pretty much all of the girls were working on tans like she was.
Even Rogue was lying out here. Kitty glanced at her curiously. Since when do Goths get tans?
Since never. Im just out here for the company. Ive got on max sunblock.
Yeah, we cant let anybody, like, mistake you for a living person.
Rogue shot her the finger, taking a swig from her beer.
Tabitha grabbed it out of her hand and examined it. You did check the can this time, right? We dont want the 4th of July party to end up like the last one. We might wind up with another set of tits or something.
Rogue snorted. Another set? Didnt know you had the first pair. I dont see any. Gimme my damn beer.
Somebody is handing out tits? Rahne asked. Ill put my request in.
Part 1.
Kitty was excited about the trip to New York. It wasn’t so much the location itself as the people she would have a chance to meet. It was to be a gathering of the world’s major heroes in one place, hosted by the Fantastic Four. Kitty was thrilled that the mostly teen X-Men were included, yet was a little nervous. Everyone would be going, even the recruits. The Professor had considered inviting Tabitha, but there was just too much risk she would pull some kind of shit that would embarrass the X-Men. Another “what can happen?” incident.
When Kitty reached the bathroom, she could hear the shower running, and phased her head though the door. “Hey, whoever’s in there, can I shower with ya? I’m running a little late.”
“Are you ready, Jean?” yelled Scott up the stairs as he waited in the foyer of the Xavier Institute.
“Coming!” called Jean Grey emerged from the top of the stairs.
The beautiful redhead telepath joined her boyfriend in the foyer. She was wearing her casual attire, namely tan khakis and a light purple shirt. Scott wasn’t wearing anything special either except a dark jeans and a red shirt that matched his ruby quartz glasses. She smiled and took his hand. Scott returned the gesture, giving it a firm squeeze as they made their way to the garage.
“Sorry I got held up,” said Jean, “Had to print out my English paper.”
“That’s okay,” assured Scott, “We got all night.”
Jean smiled at his words. They had only started dating a month ago after the Mystique incident and so far it was going well. It took some adjusting at first because they had been friends for so long, but their romance quickly blossomed. They still endured plenty of teasing from the others. Everyone referred to them as the resident love birds with a storybook romance. But Scott and Jean brushed it off, for they didn’t know the full story.
Rogue muttered something unintelligible, keeping her face turned away from her.
Rahne strained to listen. “What did ye say?” In spite of the odor of alcohol on Rogue’s breath, the smaller girl put her face next to the inebriated mutant’s face.
“I saw… them,” Rogue mumbled softly, not guarding the sour tone in her voice.
“Them? Who do Ye mean by that?” Concern filled Rahne’s eyes as she turned to look at the girl, stretched out like a broken doll on the bed before her.
“Scott… n’ Jean…” Rogue’s face pulled into a sorrowful frown. “…they wuz… neckin’ there… ina corner,” she slurred softly. There was a pang of hurt under her words that Rahne picked up on.
“Oh my…” Rahne said, not sure what more could be said. Deciding not to dwell on things, Rahne moved down to untie Rogue’s shoes. It wouldn’t do to let her sleep this stupor off while she was still dressed. Working gently so she wouldn’t disturb Rogue’s condition further, she got her boots and stockings off before reaching for her blouse and vest.
She looked up long enough to realize that the guy was playing with her friend’s nipples. And, from the way her hips were rocking back and forth, he was probably playing with her pussy, too. Had Jean finally given in to his advances?
“No, she hasn’t given in yet.” She heard him whisper in her ear. “But she is close to submitting. Just watch and see for yourself, Rogue.”
As she watched, Jean stopped moving and looked around confusedly. She looked like she was disappointed that he had stopped. She got another shock when she heard her friend’s next statement.
“Please, come back! Don’t leave me like this! I need to cum!” she said, whimpering with need.
“You can do that yourself. Can’t you, Jean?” the deep voice responded.
“Yes, but I want you to do it. Please?”
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The incident had started innocently enough during morning exercises. The day started as every day at Xavier’s School for the Gifted, with a brisk, dangerous, team mission in the Danger Room. Cyclops had ordered the small cadre of Blue Team members into the mission at five in the morning. The team consisted of Cyclops, the team leader, Jean Grey, his redheaded wife and spitfire, Wolverine, the animalistic weapon of the team, Jubilee, the young asian student, Rogue, the team’s powerhouse, and Gambit, the cajun thief.
The mission was simple attack and deflect. Cyclops had programmed in waves. The team had their backs against a building, and groups of attackers would try to get past them, the mission being that they wouldn’t. The first wave was easy enough, about twenty Friends of Humanity fanatics with fork-pitches and torches. Wolverine was the first to attack, of course. Six, foot long knives, unsheathed themselves from the back of his hands, three each. He launched himself at the group, taking roughly twelve out with his first lunge. As he was finishing the other eight, a streak of crimson energy arched over his shoulder.
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“Sorry about startling you like that.” He said. “But, seeing as how you both love to pull pranks, I figured you wouldn’t mind. My name’s Kurt.”
“Um, yeah.” Sam said. “Sorry about that. But they had it coming to them, I guess.”
“So I’ve heard. You two were trying to teach them a lesson. However, don’t you think there was a better way to do that? After all, one doesn’t need mutant powers to pull pranks.”
“Are you here to arrest us?” Paige asked, defiantly.
“Arrest you?” he replied, looking confused. “We’re not the police. We don’t arrest people. We offer them a better future.”
“A better future? You mean, like your friend mentioned earlier? She said you were here to offer us a home with you.” She said. “Which reminds me, where are your friends?”
“We’re right here.” Another voice said.
