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Rogue started to undress herself, but Amara stopped her. “Wait! I’ll do it. Let’s get you into the action.” Jean placed Amara in proximity to Rogue so that she could get her jolt. After hanging there stunned for a second or two, Amara started undressing Rogue, while the older girl kissed her and fondled her naked body, thrilled to be in physical contact with someone again.

The other three girls started feeling each other up a second time, now touching bare skin. Tabitha and Kitty sucked Jean’s luscious tits and took turns playing with her pussy, while Jean smacked both their asses with her longer arms. By now Rogue had been stripped and Amara was feeling her up as well.

Rogue and Amara shifted into a 69 position. As they did each other, Tabitha licked and fingered Amara’s asshole, taking care not to touch Rogue, whose face was mere inches away. Jean and Kitty then did Tabitha the same way, each taking an orifice.

“Finger me, Jean,” Tabitha said. “Do it hard, so I can get one female orgasm in before I switch over.”

Jean obliged by slipping a couple of fingers into the blonde girl and working them as hard as she could. Kitty did the same with her ass, using the lube that Jean had left floating nearby. Tabitha writhed in the air and moaned. Using their free hands, Jean squeezed her tits and Kitty smacked her ass.

By now, Rogue and Amara were feverishly fingering each other as well. As always, it had more effect on Rogue because sex was such a seldom occurrence for her. She gasped and held onto Amara’s thigh as if it was a lifeline.

The three girls came pretty close together, and hung there breathing hard. Jean and Kitty played with each other while waiting for them to recover. Read the rest of this entry »

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The door to the Danger Room opened and Jubilee came through it, a dejected look on her face. She plopped down on the hall floor with most of the other trainees.

“Welcome to Valhalla,” Sam said.

“I really thought I was going to survive that time. But the computer said I didn’t. What does it know?”

“Getting snuffed sucks, but I think we’re doing better,” Amara said. “We don’t die as quickly as we used to. And these joint exercises are good for us. I learn a lot from watching the main team in action.”

A little while later, the door opened again, and Tiffany entered, her claws still out. Seeing how crowded the hallway was, she quickly pulled them back in, and then sat with everybody else.

“Damn, Tiff,” Ray said. “You’re always the last one of us to die. You’ll be on the real team before you know it.”

“I didn’t live the longest this time. Bobby is still in there.”

“Well, he’s been on more real missions than most of us. He was there when they were chasing that spider thing all over London.”

“Only because he stowed away on the Blackbird,” Jubilee pointed out. “Not because he earned it.”

“He doesn’t follow the rules, either,” Tabitha observed. “A guy after my own heart.”

“By the way, Tiffany,” Jubilee said. “I’m really happy that the Professor got SHIELD out of your face so you can stay.”

All of the other trainees expressed similar sentiments.

“Wow, thanks, guys. That’s quite a change from the early days, when everyone wished the Professor would get rid of me.”

“That was a different girl,” Sam said. “You’re a hell of a lot more fun than she was.”

Tiffany grinned. “I don’t miss her either. Y’know, thinking of the old X-23 as somebody else really helps. It allows me to disconnect. I just think of her shitty life and go ‘oh, the poor thing, good thing I’m not her’, just like everybody else does. Kind of a Jedi mind trick, I guess, but it works.” Read the rest of this entry »

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Kitty’s driving is improving at little, Scott thought. Riding with her has downgraded from absolute terror to concerned alarm. He tried to hang on as she changed lanes suddenly, with only a cursory check for existing occupants of the target lane. “Damn it, Kitty, you’ve got to check the blind spot!”

“This is like a thrill ride,” Amara said from the back seat. “People pay money for this.”

“It’s not me,” Kitty protested. “It’s all these crazy fuckers on the road.”

As they passed an intersection, Scott noticed that the cross street was blocked on both sides by what appeared to be military vehicles. “What the hell? Is there a parade today? And why would the National Guard be doing crowd control anyway?”

“That isn’t regular military!” Tiffany yelled. “It’s fucking SHIELD!” She tried to scrunch down in the seat, but that was difficult in the almost nonexistent back seat of the sports car, even for a small person. She laid down sideways, her head in Amara’s lap, hoping the hair color and sunglasses had been enough to prevent recognition.

The next cross-street was blocked in a similar fashion, and the one after that. “This is a big operation,” Scott observed. “What the fuck is going on?”

Finally that became clear. Up ahead the road in front of them was also blocked. Scott looked back so see more SHIELD vehicles behind them. “Son of a bitch! They’re after us!”

“No,” Tiffany corrected. “They’re after me. I knew this was going to happen sooner or later. They tracked me down.” She sat up again.

Kitty prepared to just phase the car through the roadblock, but then she noticed an alley just ahead of it and made a wild turn into it. It was fairly narrow and she came close to scraping the sides until she got the car under control.

“This is a trap, Kitty,” Tiffany said. “They wanted you to do that.” She may have been ignorant of a lot of things, but combat tactics was not one of them.

“She’s right,” Scott agreed. “We were herded into the alley.”

Tiffany sighed. “Slow down so that I can jump out. I’m the one they want. You guys get out of here.” She gritted her teeth. “But they won’t take me without a fight. I’ve spent enough time as a captive.” Read the rest of this entry »

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Amara was squeezing Rogue’s tits as she sucked. Kitty was envious, because Rogue was the only girl in the room who really had any. She was seventeen, so she was a little farther along in development than the rest of them. Kitty had always wanted to play with those tits, but never could. What Amara went through for that privilege just wasn’t worth it to her. But she was glad Rogue finally had someone she could be intimate with. And at least she could look at the tits, and watch Amara handle them.

Without breaking her rhythm, Kitty felt around the bed for the container of lube. With her other hand, she found Tiffany’s asshole and poked it.

“Oh!” Tiffany exclaimed. “You’ve never touched me there before.”

“Do you like it?” Kitty worked her finger all around the asshole, putting pressure on it, but not entering.

“I don’t know. Kinda. It feels different. You can go inside if you want to. Just take it easy.”

Kitty put lube on her little finger and probed again, then pushed on into the smaller girl’s asshole, at the same time resuming the blowjob. She worked the finger in and out, gradually going deeper, until the finger was all the way inside. Then she switched to a bigger, and of course longer, finger.

“That feels nice,” Tiffany said softly. “Between that and your mouth, you are really getting me hard. But just the finger is filling me up. I don’t know how you guys can do that with dicks.”

“Well, you do have to take it slow. And use a lot of lube, of course. You’ll find out, because soon you’re gonna be putting your dick in my ass.”

“Can’t wait. Just show me what to do. Hey, put some lube on my finger and I’ll put it in Amara’s asshole too.”

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As always when Kitty was at the wheel, Jean was in white-knuckle mode. Riding with Kitty was far scarier than fighting supervillains. But as the gate to the mansion came into view, she began to think that she might survive this. She was so relieved that she didn’t say anything when Kitty phased the whole SUV through the gate. After all, the SUV was no big deal after phasing the X-jet through a mountain or one freight train through another.

Kitty parked in the garage, somehow managing not to destroy it, and handed Jean the keys. “Thanks for letting me practice, Jean. Be sure to tell me when you want to go anywhere else.” She grabbed her packages and jumped out, heading for the door to the inside. “Whoo hoo, I’m getting better.”

“Better at what?” Jean muttered to herself. “Making me a nervous wreck? I think I’ll just never leave the mansion again until she gets her real license.”

Kitty was on her way to Amara’s room when she heard footsteps behind her. “Kitty, wait up.”

“Oh, hi, Tiffany. I was just going to show Amara this new stuff. They had a sale at Teen Scene.”

“Can I see them too? It always helps me to learn what looks good and what doesn’t.”

“Sure. But you don’t need as much help as you used to. The last time we went to the mall, I hardly had to correct anything.”

Reaching her destination, Kitty knocked, but Amara was slow to answer. There was some rustling, then she heard, “who is it?”

“It’s me. And Tiffany.”

She heard some more noises, then Amara opened the door and pulled them inside.

“I was just dropping by,” Kitty said. “I wanted to show you this cute—” She broke off as she saw Rogue lying on the bed, wearing only a bra on top. “Oh, shit. You’ve got company. Hey, Rogue. We didn’t mean to disturb you guys.” Read the rest of this entry »

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 The meeting was being held in one of the briefing rooms downstairs. The girls were chattering away, anxious to hear what the Professor was going to say. All of the angst from earlier was gone, the mood now light, almost jovial. They were no longer dealing with this issue alone, and they had total confidence that the Professor had solved the problem, or would soon do so.

Kitty had been astonished to find Danielle Moonstar at the meeting, who she hadn’t seen since Jubilee’s party several weeks ago. Even though she was not a resident, there was only reason she could be at this particular gathering. “Do you have the, uh, condition?”

But the professor was rolling into the room, so Danielle only had time for a quick nod. Everyone sat down.

“Good evening, ladies. I’ll make this brief, because there isn’t much to say. One, every one of you here has the condition.” He smiled. “But then, most of you already knew that. What was that name you gave it, Jean?”

“Mad Dong Disease.”

The Professor waited for the laughter to subside. “Two, it is likely permanent. Note that I just mean the capability, not whether it is manifested or not. Three, the inability to morph back to female during an erection will remain. It has to do with the blood accumulated in the organ during the erection, which has an impact on the reverse morph back to female. When it is just tissue, there is complete freedom to morph in both directions. This is just an inconvenience, of course. Four, the one you are most anxious to hear about, I am positive I can solve the involuntary morph problem. We will try normal human methods first, such as ordinary hypnosis. There is a good likelihood that these will be sufficient. If not, I will put a block directly in your minds, similar to the one for Tiffany’s claws. With your permission, of course. But the involuntary morphs will soon be a thing of the past, no matter how sexually aroused you get. I will set up a schedule to work with all of you on this.”

The girls breathed a collective sigh of relief and applauded.

“Oh, and speaking of Tiffany’s mental block, I am impressed by the great progress she has made in becoming a part of our family. If she continues to improve at this rate, I will be removing her block at a time not far in the future. That is all I have. I hope you are reassured by this news.” Read the rest of this entry »

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Kitty glanced through the fashion magazine that Jean had given her as she headed toward her room. As she rounded the corner, she noticed Tiffany coming toward her. The younger girl looked a lot different with her new blonde hair. The blue streaks made her look even less like a killing machine. Kiss our ass, Hydra! Kitty thought.

“Hi, Kitty,” Tiffany said. The greeting would have been a remarkable occurence even a few days ago.

Kitty returned it, complimenting her on the hair again, and continued on down the hall. Then she got a “what’s wrong with this picture” type of feeling, and looked back as Tiffany rounded the corner. The brief side view heightened her sense of not-quite-right and she hurried back the way she had come. “Tiffany, stop!!”

When Tiffany turned around, her worst fears were realized. The girl had a full hardon, clearly visible in the lightweight dress she was wearing. She wasn’t trying to hide it or anything. “Tiffany, what in the hell are you doing?”

“Huh? I was going to make a sandwich.”

“No, no, I mean what are you doing with that in plain sight?” She pointed to clarify what “that” was.

“Oh, that. I was going to ask you about that. I don’t know where it came from. But I was hungry and wanted the sandwich first.”

“Forget the fucking sandwich!” Kitty said. “C’mon, we have to get you out of sight.” She placed the magazine over the offending bulge. “Now hold that there. We’re going to my room, quick.”

Kitty hoped they wouldn’t meet anybody on the way, but of course they ran into Tabitha.

“Hey, guys, have you seen Amara?”

“No, I don’t know where she is,” Kitty said nervously.

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 “Give me a few minutes,” Amara said, “and then you can start up again.”

Kitty was still going strong, panting with each thrust. “I’m not gonna last much longer.”

“I want to taste Kitty’s cum,” Amara said suddenly. “Put me where she can cum in my mouth instead of in you. You already got some of her cum.”

Jean obliged by lowering Amara, at a head down angle, until her face was right above the pussy that Kitty was pounding feverishly. “Did you hear, Kitty? When you cum, pull out and let Amara have it.”

“Yeah, got it,” Kitty panted. “I’ll try.”

Kitty was getting close, a fact that was highly obvious to the other two girls. “Uhhhhhhh, I’m cumming!”

“Me, too!” Jean cried.

As requested, Kitty pulled out and thrust her hips upward, putting the dick in the vicinity of Amara’s mouth. The other girl clamped on just as Kitty squealed and the dick started to spew cum.

“Gmmmmppphf,” Amara said eloguently as her mouth filled with cum. She wasn’t quite able to keep up with the flow either, so some cum spilled over on Jean.

Kitty hung there suspended, wiped out, while Jean brought Amara over so that she could resume the blowjob. She soon had Amara moaning again, while a recovered Kitty spread her asscheeks and alternately licked her asshole and fingered it. Both girls handled Amara’s body.

Finally Amara gasped. “Put me down, Jean. I have to cum.”

Jean quickly lowered Amara to the floor, where she opened what appeared to be a closet and went inside. Less urgently, Jean brought Kitty and herself down to watch. They had seen the containment chamber in use before, but suspected it might be different this time and didn’t want to miss the show.

The chamber looked very much like a large shower stall with a full-width glass side. The material wasn’t actually glass, but it was equally transparent, so that Amara and her sex partners could at least see each other, even though they couldn’t touch. The chamber had an integral bench seat, similar to that of a sauna. Read the rest of this entry »

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Jean was sitting up in bed reading. Occasionally she glanced at the clock, wondering when Kitty was going to show up. Finally there was a knock on the door. As Jean opened it, she said, “About time you got here. I was— Oh! Hi, Amara. Come on in, you two.”

The three of them sat on the bed. Jean smiled. “Uh, what can I do for you?”

“Same as before,” Kitty said. “I’m going to fuck you with my dick.”

Jean’s jaw dropped. “I thought you didn’t want anyone to know about that. I mean, I knew you guys were close, but…”

“And then,” Amara interrupted, “I’m going to fuck you with my dick.”

“What? You have one too?”

“We’ve been, like, comparing notes,” Kitty said, “and it seems like we’re both in the same boat.”

“Yeah, we both have the same problem. Sometimes we can’t make them go away.”

Jean looked at Amara with wide eyes. “That was what happened at the mall? When we thought you were sick?” At the other girl’s nod, she said, “I guess I need to run all the tests on you, too. Even if everything comes out the same, that would tell the Professor something. Yet there could be significant differences too, and that would be useful to know as well. But we can do that tomorrow.” She grinned. “Looks like I’m going to get even less sleep than I thought.”

“Ever since I found out about Kitty,” Amara said, “I’ve been wondering if it’s been happening to any of the other girls. I mean, if they think they’re the only ones, like we did, they aren’t gonna broadcast it.”

“That just occurred to me too,” Jean said, “but there’s no way to know unless they come forward and ask for help, like Kitty did. Or have an accident, like you almost did. I mean, I can’t just go up to Rogue, for instance, and say, ‘Hey, do you have your dick yet? I’m still waiting for mine.’ She would think I was insane.” Jean looked thoughtful. “I will check with Storm, though, to see if she’s heard about any weirdness. Some girls might have gone to her instead of me, though I think the Professor would have told me.”

“On the other hand,” Kitty said, “maybe you should call a girls-only meeting and just tell everyone what is going on. I mean, like, just say what is happening, not who it is happening to. We don’t know what is causing it. It might be spreading like a virus or something, and knowing about it could prevent all the girls from getting it.” Read the rest of this entry »

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“Wow,” Kitty said, “the mall is busy for a weeknight.”

“They’ve got some kind of promotion going,” Jean said. “A bunch of the stores are participating.”

“I love this mall,” Tabitha said. “I was heartbroken when you guys trashed it fighting the Brotherhood. It took them weeks to repair it.”

Jean sighed. “We trashed the mall and Wanda trashed us. She really caused most of the damage by making our powers go wild.” She pointed. “That stairway over there is the one Scott accidentally destroyed. Well, it’s the replacement, I mean.”

“Speaking of Scott,” Kitty said, “I thought you were going to spend time with him tonight.”

Jean grimaced. “I thought I was too, but there’s a football game on.”

Amara looked at her in surprise. “But you like sports. You went out for a bunch when you were at Bayville High.”

“I like playing sports myself, not watching overpaid gorillas do it.”

“So where are we going first?” Tabitha asked. “This is your show, X-23. Er, I mean Tiffany.”

X-23/Tiffany shrugged. “How should I know? I know as much about fashion as a water buffalo. I’ve never even been in a fucking mall before.” She looked at Kitty with a mildly annoyed expression. “When you said I should go to one, I didn’t know you meant tonight.”

“Well, then, you’re in our hands. I see a complete makeover in your future.”

Kitty giggled. “She can’t be made over if she was never made in the first place. We’re starting from scratch here. All she has is what you-know-which-organization-of-assholes made her wear.”

“Whoa,” Tabitha said. “A clean slate. Let’s do her up right. Clothes, makeup, new hair color, tattoos, piercings…”

“Let’s not get carried away,” Jean said. “We sure as hell shouldn’t do anything that can’t be undone. Let her get her bearings first, for Christ’s sake. Then if she wants stuff like that, she can decide for herself.” Read the rest of this entry »