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The kiss wasn’t very satisfying to Alison, but to Rogue it was heaven. It
had been so long since she had kissed Cody and first discovered the curse of
her powers. She could still remember when she had been able to touch others
as a gift from Loki, and how Northstar had kissed her as they had danced. But
that was years ago, and the pain had already hidden the beautiful memories.

“Yes”, Rogue said as Alison pulled back after a long kiss. “How come I never
thought about that?”

“Because guys think with their cocks”, Elizabeth said. “This wouldn’t allow
them to penetrate into you. But if you don’t mind us girls, we think that
we could relieve you from years of pressure.”

“I’d love that”, Rogue said, her eyes shining brightly.

In a minute Rogue was lying naked on her bed and Elizabeth was kissing her
through a piece of cloth. Elizabeth was fingering herself with one hand,
transmitting the sensation to Rogue to increase her pleasure. Of course
Rogue had orgasmed, since she’d been able to do it to herself with no
difficulty, but it also reminded her of something she’d never feel and
increased the pain afterwards. Because of her superhuman strength she had to
be careful with the other girls, so she just took what they had to give.

Alison had fetched a plastic glove from the sickbay, with which she now
fingered Rogue. The glove was wet and warm of Rogue’s pussy juices that
had waited for so long for someone. Rogue clitoris was swollen hard for
the excitement. She breathed slow and hard, rubbing her ass cheeks on the
sheets. It felt so good!

“Oh God Oh God Oh God Oh GOD!” Rogue screamed as she reached her first peak.
Alison let her come for a moment, then she quickly helped her to reach the
peak again. Rogue had been waiting for this for so long and was heaving with
excitement. For the first time since her mutant powers emerged she was happy
and relaxed. Carol Danvers tried to complain something about how she didn’t
like lesbianism, but she silenced it and shut it inside her deepest chambers.

Rogue’s pussy was now a wet, hot chasm of pure passion. Alison inserted her
other covered forefinger inside Rogue’s tight asshole and pushed it deeper.
She had to be careful, because Rogue’s superhuman muscles might very well
squeeze her finger into jelly. There seemed to be no danger of that now,
because Rogue was so turned on, but she wanted to be sure.

Elizabeth moved down to Rogue’s breasts and started licking the nipples. They
were brown and looked really nice on her firm tits. Rogue yipped of excitement
and then arched as she approached another climax. Alison moved her finger in
circles around Rogue’s clitoris. She felt how her asshole’s muscles vibrated
once, then again – the orgasm was coming again, this time with force. “Oh
YYEEEEEEEEEESS!” Rogue screamed as she came, Alison’s both fingers climaxing
her, supporting her launch to orbit. Elizabeth took the orgasm to her and
smiled wider than ever. Alison almost came because of the sight of these two
superheroines orgasming in front of her very eyes.

“How can I ever thank you”, Rogue laughed like a teenage girl afterwards.
“After all this pain it was this easy, oh damn. I love you both.”

Elizabeth kissed her again and got up. The boys could come any minute -
“unless they’ve ended up into some brothel”, Alison said, adding that they
couldn’t know what the men did when they didn’t take women with them to
adventure – and they didn’t want them to know about this. Rogue asked if
this escapade could be done again, and both women agreed. After all, Rogue
had a lot of catching up yo do.

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You asked for it. Here it is, X-Men part 2, featuring… Excalibur!

Nowadays X-Men comics are crap and I don’t follow them at all. Therefore
this story takes place some time before Acts of Vengeance, when everyone
thought the X-Men were dead and they lived in Reavers’ base. This is not
the *same* X-Men that Marvel publishes, so I don’t violate any copyright
laws, OK? It just looks and feels the same, but it isn’t. Really.

Disclaimer: As a Finn, I can’t write different dialects of English that
X-characters use. If anyone wishes, s/he may edit this story for richer
language. Send it back to me, then.

This story may be distributed freely, but if you make profit with it,
send me half of it and I’m happy. (Wishful thinking.)

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In her dream Alison was running in a living corridor called Ratway whose
walls were covered with pornographic photos of Alison. She was sure that
if she slowed down the fat breath would catch her. As she ran deeper, the
pictures got harder. They showed her with ten-year-old boys, with schafers,
with whips and chains, tied upside down with her tits bleeding from several
wounds. She tried to yell that she’d never been in such pictures, but the
corridor ended in a mirror with a familiar face reaching for her body and
laughing her head off.

“Look at yourself, star”, Malice said, pronouncing “star” like a hamburger
frying in grease. Alison fired a photon beam at the mirror, and as the
mirror should have shattered into fragments the world around her did that
instead and Malice laughed as she fell into sharp darkness.

She panicked and shot several beams around, each strong enough to severely
maim a normal human being. A familiar voice called her and she jumped up.
Her bedroom lights were burning and she had shot a hole in her sheet. Storm
was ducking on the floor, shouting for her to stop.

“Alison, it’s just a dream!” she shouted as Alison’s corona cooled through
the visible spectrum and faded away. Storm raised her head above Alison’s
bed to make sure her friend was wide awake. Alison looked around, shocked
for the destruction of some of her furniture, including the mirror on the
wall.

“Oh god, it felt so real”, Alison sobbed. “Malice.”

The name made Storm understand. After all, she’d once been subject to the
powers of the evil telepath who had feasted with Alison’s emotions. That
time she’d won, nature’s child keeping her emotions her own, but the victo-
ry hadn’t come too easy.

“She’s gone”, she soothed Alison. “It was just a dream.”

Storm went to sit beside Alison and held her in her arms. Alison grabbed her
like a baby, reaching for safety. “It’s all right”, Storm said.

“Did I wake the others?” Alison asked, ashamed of herself.

“Apparently not”, Storm answered. Alison’s room was situated quite far from
the others, and she hadn’t screamed or anything. Walls in the Reavers’ base
were also quite soundproof. Wolvie would’ve heard the sounds, of course, but
he wasn’t present right now. He was in Madripoor, where he had some business
of his own he never talked much about.

Storm held Alison in her arms for minute, then for another when she noticed
that Alison had fallen asleep again. She put her gently on the bed, held her
hand for a few seconds and then put that also down. Her teammate now looked
peaceful like a satisfied newborn. Storm stood up and started walking to the
door, when sudden bright light coming from the window stopped her. She turned
quickly on her heels, ready for fighting, but then she saw a lone character
sitting on the hill, emanating the light.

“You mean me?” Storm asked, even though no-one heard her. Still, she somehow
knew that Gateway had a job for her alone, destination fixed in a mysterious
way she’d never understand. Storm rushed to the corridor, downstairs and
out. She was wearing only her underwear, but she didn’t think that she’d
have time to go get her battle uniform on. Grainy sand beneath her bare feet
didn’t bother her at all as she ran towards the bright light.

At the very next moment she was gone, and it took her a split second to
orientate again. She knew that the hill she’d been in a second ago was now
dark again, illuminated only by stars above. Storm dropped like a cat a few
feet on a cold, slippery floor and she realized that she was in someone’s
bathroom. There were no sounds audible for her keen ears at first, but then
she heard footsteps closing in. She quickly decided that she’d better find
out where and with whom she was before she’d reveal herself, and she decided
to hide behind the shower curtain.

As she had pulled the curtain close again the door opened. Storm couldn’t
see through the curtains, but the sounds the person made revealed that she
was a woman. When she came closer and took a bottle on the shelf Storm saw
that she was a beautiful woman indeed, and she had no clothes to cover her
bare white skin. She had a long brown hair and her moves gave and impression
of a teenager.

When the woman started humming a simple tune, Storm realized that it was her
former teammate Kitty Pryde, Shadowcat, whose mutant power was to slide her
body through solid matter. She peeked through the opening to confirm this,
wanting to reveal herself before Kitty sat on the toilet seat or anything.
Kitty was facing away from her, rubbing something on her skin. She moaned as
she caressed her tits. Storm suddenly stopped, careful not to make a sound.
Kitty looked at herself in the mirror, admired her young body for a while and
exited the room.

“Lockheed, what’s the matter with you? I think I told you to stay out!”
Storm heard Kitty say angrily. “No, I won’t let you into my bathroom. Don’t
you dare to try that innocent look on me. Last time I left the door open you
drank all my perfumes. No, don’t you dare! What’s the matter with you now? Get
out and let me do this alone!”

Storm ran quietly to the door, opened it a bit and looked out. She had a full
view to Kitty’s room. Outside the window there was a brightly shining sea,
the sunset coloring the sky red. Kitty was standing in the middle of her room
…End of the part3. To be continued..