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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.

>

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.)

->

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
…End of the part5. To be continued..

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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.

>

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.)

->

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
…End of the part5. To be continued..

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entertainment.

“Just look at them!” Mojo shouted. Domo was doing his calculations without
emotion (Mojo had never given him any) as he predicted the nettings of this
film. “I’m their God, just like I should be! And did you say that it was
a bad idea to once try an XXX-rated instead that usual dull villainbashing?”

“You were right, master”, Domo said as he wrote the bottom line in the
books. “This will be your greatest success ever. I suggest that you produce
a lot more like these, with actor/actress combinations like…”

“NEVER!” Mojo screamed with frenzy. “I am an artist, don’t you get it?”
Just for the kick of it Mojo took some his disgusting personal bipedal
slaves and took 50 years from their meaningless lives. “There lies the art
you’ll never understand – giving it all up! I could net the whole multiverse
with porn movies, but it wouldn’t be art! I can do something better than
make some yeucky non-spineless man teleport another ugly woman into someplace
where there’s sex going on!”

“You’re right, my master. I can see the light now.”

“Don’t! Don’t take my light!” Mojo shrieked, and then it was all dark.
“Give me back my light right now, you… traitor!”

Mojo ripped Domo to shreds, but the light was gone for good.

“Spiral?” he said, having sulked for an hour.

“Yes, my master?”, the six-handed swordswoman said, awaiting orders.

“I have a job for you”, Mojo said, grinning wide.

>

Exams are over for this spring, so here it is… X-Men part 3!

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.)

->

“I’ll be right back”, Rogue said cheerfully and left the kitchen. Logan
and Alison said bye and continued eating. It was leftovers from yesterday’s
dinner, but when microwaved properly it still tasted good. Alison yelled
Rogue some advice about how she shouldn’t scare any 747 pilots, but too
late – she was gone.

“Alison?” Logan said, having finished his meal. His voice was rather serious,
and Alison stopped eating. She put her glass back on the table and asked
“Yes?”

“I’m not blind”, Logan said. “Anyone can see that something has happened to
Rogue – her very body has moved differently for the last three days. It’s like
she’s a whole new person, not herself nor Carol.”

“Well, she’s been quite happy with herself”, Alison admitted, trying to sound
as if she were an outsider. She knew very well that she was an open book to
Logan, and only made things worse. “Perhaps she and Carol have somehow found
peace together, and have combined into something new.”

Logan shook his head. “No, it isn’t Carol. I knew her for years, and I should
know.” He stood up and put his tableware into dish washer. “It’s Rogue all
right, and I think I know what has happened here. It’s between you and Liz
too – the way you behave with others present tells it all. And that the two
of you tiptoed to Rogue’s room last night and stayed there for hours with
no audible sounds – I take it that you ensured your secrecy by absorbing
everything?”

Alison went speechless and filled her mouth with meat loaf instead. She was
very ashamed to hear this from her teammate.

“It’s not that it didn’t do her good”, Logan said. “If it stays between you,
it’s your business and I will not mess with it.”

“It does”, Alison said. “She really enjoys it.”

“I never said she didn’t”, Logan said. “But you girls be careful. Rogue is
not the most stable person in our team, and considering Carol, whom I know
for certain doesn’t enjoy woman’s touch, inside her head… treat her kind.
Rogue might feel that she has found love, even though the only reason you’re
doing it is the pleasure with people you can trust. Not for love, but I’m not
sure that she understands it. I wouldn’t be so sure that she can handle
rejection, thinking that she’ll have to go back to that lonely torture. It
could drive her to madness. So whatever you do…”

Alison nodded, touched by Logan’s words. After all, her relationship with
Rogue was a total mess. Rogue had tried to kill her when she had still been
a criminal, and even when they’d been teammates, there had been problems.
She had used a Rogue robot as her Danger Room opponent. What did she know
about how she took all this, what kind of feelings were involved?

“And if I think that your nocturnal activities affect your battle provesses,
I’ll put an definite end to it. Do you understand?”

“Of course”, Alison said. Logan cleared the table while she just sat there,
surrounded with her own thoughts.

“So, what should we do now? Any ideas?” she finally asked.

“It’s up to you”, Logan answered. The wind carried the sound of Gateway’s
bullhorn from his nearby hill, but the light wasn’t much compared with full
daylight. “Looks like my cab has arrived. I have to go. I’ll be back on
Saturday.”

He walked calmly outside, leaving Alison alone. She watched him walk towards
the hill, popping his claws in and out. Suddenly Elizabeth was there in spirit,
asking her how she felt. Earlier that morning Logan had told her the same as
he had told Alison, making Elizabeth first blush, then think seriously.

“So, a whole day to spend”, Alison said. “There is no mutant activity anywhere,
no visitors from outer space or anything interesting. What shall we do?

“Come in my room”, Elizabeth said. “I have something to show you.”

Elizabeth left Alison’s mind before she could object or ask anything. For a
second Alison felt quite horny, thinking of Elizabeth’s bare pussy, but then
she shrug her shoulders and entered the corridor. After all, they had all
decided not to let their sexual relationship affect their everyday life. They
still had their responsibility to other team members, and they didn’t love
each other so there was no room for any emotional soap. It was fun to run
away from the evil world for a moment, explore one’s body, enjoy each other’s
touch. If they could keep it that way, no problems would arise. Or…

“Elizabeth!” she gasped when she opened the door.

The psionic mutant was lying there on her bed, totally nude, her skin still
glistening with water. On top of her was a woman Alison had only met with a
few times, as an enemy: a six-handed swordswoman called Spiral. Two of her
hands were caressing Elizabeth’s breasts, other two were keeping her pussy
wide open and the last two were on her breasts, which were beautiful and firm.
She had pinched her nipples with her fingers, causing them to swell and
harden. They dangled beautifully as she went down on Elizabeth, licking her
wet pussy softly.

Alison instinctively raised her hands to shoot Spiral with a laser beam, but
Elizabeth’s butterfly-like mind held her back. “It’s all right!” she yelled
telepathically and tried to take a half-control of Alison. During this her
physical body showed no expression of struggle. Elizabeth moaned as Spiral
caressed and licked her body, as if these two gorgeous women had been alone
in the whole wide world.

“Cant… you see… it’s all her magic…” Alison said with her last ounce
of willpower. Her eyes rolled down and she fainted for the stress, falling
on the floor.

“Is she all right?” Elizabeth moaned, going ahh between words. Spiral had
found her clitoris and bathed it with her tongue. “Don’t worry about her”,
she answered. She elevated her head and looked lovingly into Elizabeth, who
relaxed herself and took her two uppermost hands into hers.

Spiral moved up to meet Elizabeth’s lips with hers. They let their tongues
play together, then took turns probing each other’s mouth. Spiral put her
four lowest hands around Elizabeth, who returned the favor by placing her
legs around Spiral’s beautiful ass. Their nipples touched each other, but
then they held on to each other with such a force that their breasts
almost melted together. During this they kissed with fierce lust, getting
never enough of each other. Spiral bit Elizabeth’s hair and growled, and
the psionic woman opened their minds and brought them together.

“I want you”, Spiral panted. “I’ve always wanted to do this to you.”

Elizabeth felt shivers of pleasure running down her spine as Spiral licked
her ear and gently bit it. Her pussy was on fire as she rubbed it against
Spiral’s lower abdomen. The taste of this alien woman’s skin was so sweet,
and every time she licked or kissed it she wanted more. Spiral smiled and
moved into a position where their pussies met each other, and rocked her
body to cause Elizabeth almost scream for sudden pleasure.

“Oh GOD!” Elizabeth yelled, greatest smile ever on her face. No-one had
ever felt so good than Spiral, who was now running her thumbs on Elizabeth’s
…End of the part5. To be continued..

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