Date: Sat, 2 Feb 2008 07:07:10 +0200
From: Dimitris Nikolopoulos <mitsaso_x@hotmail.com>
Subject: Slutty X-Men : Chapter 10

Disclaimer: This story is mostly about gay relationships, and it contains
lots of steamy gay sex! If graphic descriptions of homosexual sex are not
your thing, then what the hell are you doing in a gay site in the first
place? And how did you go through nine chapters without noticing the
graphic gay sex anyway!??!

The characters in this story usually have unprotected sex, but they're
fictional characters...and mutants are immune to HIV anyway (according to
the X-Men comics!). But you guys should know better, right? ALWAYS use a
condom! :-)

The X-Men, Movieverse or Comicverse, all belong to Marvel, Stan Lee and
Fox. Most of them are not gay in the real comics or movies, but that
doesn't apply for this story.

Any comments, criticism and suggestions about new subplots and characters
are absolutely welcomed! Just e-mail me at: Mitsaso@gmail.com


Behold, dear readers, for someone in this chapter makes... The Ultimate
Sacrifice!



			       SLUTTY X-MEN
				Chapter 10
                The Cautionary Tale of Zazelle Spermthirsty




Once upon a time, there was a gorgeous girl named Zazelle Spermthirsty.


Zazelle Spermthirsty was born in New York 20 years ago, two minutes before
her twin brother Frank also came to this painful, pointless world. She
weighed 3 kgs and her height was 46 centimetres. Her brother must have been
around the same size, but who gives a flying fuck about him anyway?


Her parents, Samuel and Barbara Spermthirsty were delighted that they had
completed their progeny-related aspirations in one go. They didn't want
other children, they already had one kid from each gender, and the fact
that the kiddies were twins (although not the kind of twins that look like
each other) made them hopeful that their children would get along perfectly
fine, like all twins in the world are supposed to do.


They were utterly false.


Frank was a quite jealous baby brother, and throughout their childhood, he
would always try to undermine his older sister. It looked like he never got
over the fact that he was the youngest one in the family, and always made
half-assed attempts to show off a dominant and badass personality that
simply didn't exist.  He would pick on his sister with every opportunity,
make pathetic jokes at her, pull on her hair, cry for more attention from
their parents than her, and was generally being a pain in the ass. But
Zazelle was always kind to her brother, showing a higher level of humanity
and maturity when she was around him than he could ever show.


Aside from having to deal with her obnoxious little pest of a brother,
Zazelle had a very joyful childhood. She made a lot of friends, she always
was the most popular individual in her school and she had stellar grades,
but without being a geek with no sense of fashion and sociability. She even
created a new extra-curricular club with her bestest friends, Trina, Suzie
and Nikki, one that she named "The Fashion Pact". She was the rightful
leader of the pact, of course. By leading The Fashion Pact, Zazelle made
herself an exemplary individual around her school grounds, setting her own
fabulous dress-code around school grounds and also functioning as a sort of
Fashion Police for the girls that would dare set their foot in the class
wearing something that their mom bought for them at the fair. The usual
punishement was beating the offenders with a herring, then burning their
trashy clothes in a ritualistic fire and sticking the offenders with glue
on the head principal's car.

While being naked.


Most girls envied Zazelle and her power and popularity, but they always
followed her stylistic examples and copyied her dress-code faithfully. As
for the guys...boy, the guys lusted after her.

There was one guy that had the hots for her more than anybody else. His
name was Dick Gunn and he was the most popular dreamboat jock in the
school, being a leader of the hockey team and all. He was a green-eyed,
blonde haired muscle god and he had a puppy crush on the glorious Fashion
Pact leader like no other. Zazelle, on the other hand, had a very special
weakness for big, bulgy hockey jocks. And she also had a soft spot for
Dicks.

It was a match made in heaven.

In the meanwhile, Zazelle's brother was pretty much invisible in the
school's popularity radar. Tough luck, but the odds of popularity somehow
had to get even in the family.

Time passed so blissfully slowly, and Zazelle enjoyed her life. But then,
weird things started happening. Sex with Dick was always eventful and
satisfying, but after a certain period of time, it
wasn't... enough. Zazelle always felt like she needed more, a constant
burning in her loins that wouldn't go. It wouldn't go even after a complete
weekend of doing the horizontal tango with Dick. Alas, poor Dick always did
his best, but he constantly ended up exhausted on the floor, while Zazie
would longingly look out of the window, smoking her cigar and waiting for
her Prince to come...sporting a 15 inch dick and having the stamina that
would finally put her pussy to rest.

But her Prince never came. And she never came either. So she settled for
Dick's friends. She would bang them in turns, sometimes at the same time,
trying to put out the fire in her loins. It turned out to be pointless.

Then, she banged the whole rugby team in the locker room before the finals
against their rival school. Dick was there too, but he thought it was a
one-time thing and a sort-of good-luck gift to the team.

Zazelle wasn't satisfied, but Dick's teammates were. They were also worn
out, and that cost them dearly. They lost the most important game of the
season 46 - 05 and became the new laughing stock in the school. Dick
instantly broke up with poor Zazie, blaming her for being a complete
nymphomaniac whore.

Zazie spent the next week crying in her room, when all of a sudden, Frank
came back from school being all blue.

No, he wasn't emotionally blue, neither was he beaten black and blue from
the rugby team for having a slutty sister. His skin had turned a really
nice, pale blue, that somehow freaked his parents out.

"Our only son is a mutie!" they said in exasperation. Then they made him
sit in the table with them and his mother served him some tomato soup. They
didn't really have a problem with their son being a mutant, and his mom
thought that blue was a really original skin color. It was just that Frank
had forgotten how to get to his school, among other certain details in his
life that are not supposed to be forgotten.

That put Zazelle in deep thinking. If Frank had turned out a mutie, then
his twin sister, sharing a big deal of his genes, had a fair chance of
having the X gene too!

Or, more specifically, had if she already had it?

The revelation flashed in her eyes like a sudden thunderstorm. The longing,
the weird sensations, the thirst for flesh against her flesh...it must have
been some weird-ass mutation! She was especially interested in how her
mutation had something to do with sex. After all, sex makes the world go
round...

She returned to school, eager to test out her theory about having mutant
powers. Instead, she saw that she was kicked out of The Fashion Pact, and
that Trina had taken her place as the leader, enforcing some cheap-ass
plaid skirts as the new retro trend. Oh Golly!!! Then Nikki and Suzie, who
were supposed to be "friends" of hers, tried to lynch her for repeatedly
fucking their boyfriends.

She got to her locker in one piece, only to find a generously big "SLUT"
written on it with paint that wouldn't get off even if you blew the locker
up. How rude of them!!

What could poor Zazelle do? Her own generous nature had turned on her, and
now everybody thought she was a slut. Her friends turned on her. Her
boyfriend hated her. Her parents ignored her, too busy dealing with her
stupid brother's stupid mutation, that gave him a stupid blue skin and
stupid amnesia of some sort.

So, she decided to run away and see if her all-new, all-slutty nature had
anything to do with being mutant. One night, she gathered her g-strings,
her lycra boots, her size 40F bras and her butt plug collection and packed
them all in a huge, pink, glitter-infested suitcase. Then she up and left
the house...

"Excuse me? Exactly WHY do we care about this?"

Shut up, you irritating bleach-head! Let the story unfold further!

"No, honey, I don't want your lousy story to unfold... it's obviously fake,
like your boobs up there!"

~KA-ZAP~

The Danger Room returned to inactive status, and I (after having the
courtesy to protest earlier) was now able to see what was actually going on
around me. After the initial shock, caused by the sudden change in my
surrounding, I tried to move. But I found himself struggling to free my
hands. I looked down and realised ...I was tied up on a chair!

In fact, most male inhabitants of the mansion were tied up in chairs around
me! Someone had carefully arranged the chairs next to each other, forming
rows, as if it was a small cinema aisle.

How did I get here?  I pulled my mind together to remember how I got
here... let me see...  My father, Andrew Darrington, made love to my
mother, Cordelia Frost, and 9 months later, I, David, was brought into this
world....  NO! Not THAT "How did I get here!" Try and focus on something a
little bit recent!  Okay...  I remembered the last things that happened
before I slipped into unconsciousness. We rescued my old friend Vivian from
Sinister, who is now dead while Vivian is some sort of a mutant undying
zombie. We came back to the mansion, only to find out that everything had
gone to hell while we were gone and that new student Zazelle had taken over
the Institute. Vivian and Lola went one way, me and the boys the other. We
found out that all males had dissapeared (now I know where they'd been all
along!) while the females were given super PMS by Zazelle and left locked
in their rooms, unable to be of any use. We encountered Zazelle, she kicked
Frank (who turned out to be her brother, but his knowledge power worked in
reverse on her so he knew nothing of her!) and Gerry's collective asses,
and me and Bobby ran away to think of a better plan. Only that the better
plan was actually Zazelle's, since Bobby turned out to be Mystique
(Zazelle's left hand, as it seems) and knocked me out.

And I woke up here, where I watched a few minutes of Zazelle's ambiguous
origin story, courtesy of the Danger Room's VR tech.

I looked around and recognised Gerry, Mr.Summers, Wolverine, Colossus and
several other mutants in my vicinity. They were all tied up in chairs,
too. The only exception was Frank, who was tied up like a salami and
rolling around on the floor, really pissed off. Suddenly, a quick idea for
escaping their predicament formed in my little mind;

"Colossus! Quick! Armor up and tear your restraints! These lousy knots
shouldn't be able to hold you!" I yelled. The Russian hunk of metal
struggled in his bonds, to no avail. What the hell?

"It is pointless to fight back, darling." Zazelle's voice came from behind
me. It appeared that she had just walked into that room. "It might look
like the Danger Room is inactive, but it is currently programmed to make
you think you're in a normal tied-up-on-chair situation, while your actual
bonds are much more sophisticated. You guys all have power inhibitors on,
and people with deadly limbs, like you and Logan-poo over there, actually
have their hands placed in metal bonds above their heads. Cyclops is
sporting a very chic ruby quartz helmet that confines his deadly beams, etc
etc. I'm really tired, so I'll spare you any kind of triumphant villain
monologue. Just explain to me what came over your head and you had to
interrupt my AWESOME origin story that I, myself, programmed to play by the
Danger Room hard light virtual reality technology for your eyes only! Can't
you savages appreciate ART?!?!?"

"We're not interested in learning a majorly fictitious origin story,
sister, thankyouverymuch." I said with a nasty gleam in his eye.

"But how can you tell if there have been some... minor alterations, for
dramatic purposes only? The only one who knew about my past is my brother
over there (she pointed at Frank-salami), and his lousy power took care of
that! Really, there's no proof for what you're claiming!"

"Whatever! I don't wanna hear any of it. Just kill us all and spare us your
idiotic attempts on becoming the next Quentin Tarantino!" I said, trying (a
little too hard, maybe?) to piss her off.

"I beg you pardon-" she started, only to be interrupted again.

"I beg you to STOP! You wanna tell a story, tell us the story of where my
boyfriend ended up, after you had your lackey Mystique replace him!" I
blurted out.

Zazelle paused, with a mischievious smile creeping up her face, realising
that I had lost my cool way before she did. Was I that desperate to know?

"All in good time, blondie boy. All in good time... If you had allowed my
little VR program to keep playing, you would find out that after leaving my
family and having a few adventures on my own, I briefly joined the
Brotherhood."

"So, Magneto WAS up and about with new plans after escaping Alkali Lake!"
Cyclops chimed in from his "chair".

"Indeed he was, but not for very long", Zazelle resumed explaining. "Erik
was an ambitious man in War, but his age showed well when it came to
Love... I was a little upstart wannabe and he was the Napoleon of
mutantkind, but when our eyes met we were just a man and a woman... in
love? No. In lust, maybe."

My eyes rolled up. Could this bullshit be true? Zazelle bedded Magneto?

"It turns out that the bigger they are, the harder they fall. A charismatic
leader like Magneto would of course underestimate a seemingly stupid bimbo
like me, but when we slept together we found out who the more powerful
was. I had slept with lots of guys before, but never with a mutant. My
powers are like a huge sex battery, you see. They produce sex, but in order
to produce sex I have to fill up my "battery" by having sex. The more
potent and virile the man, the more powerful I get. But with a mutant, it's
like the 4th of July.... oh, baby, you should have seen the sparks!!! The
poor old man ended up in a coma after I sucked all of his sexual energy
out, and it only made me hungry for more. I ended up fucking the entire
Brotherhood and leeching them all to a coma. Except for Mystique, who is
obviously a lady, so she couldn't fuck me."

"Actually, I could, but you're just not my type, honey." Mystique chuckled
satanically as she walked into the room.

"Whatever" Zazelle laughed. "In my brief stint as a member of the
Brotherhood, I had grown close with Mystique. So, waking up and finding out
that the Bortherhood had turned into a "ladies only" bussiness overnight,
was not exactly a party-pooper for her."

"Magneto's plans for complete obliteration of humankind were starting to
feel a little cliched, anyway." the blue-skinned bitch joked.

"It's all starting to get clear, now", I exclaimed. "You and Mystique sent
the comatose bodies to Sinister's lab, so that they wouldn't wake up and
get in your plans. Then Mystique infiltrates the mansion as my boyfriend
Bobby and poisons the Professor, so that he wouldn't pick up your evil
schemes from your mind the very first day you walked in here. You had
already started running around and using your powers on X-Men to make them
have gay sex with each other(God knows for what far-fetched reason, but
hey, I'm not complaining!), preparing for your final strike... I still
don't get the point of all this, though!"

"Becoming a member of your own Mutant High was so damn easy it was
laughable..." Said Mystique. "My mental defences make me immune to any kind
of telepathy, so Xavier had no chance of suspecting I wasn't the real Bobby
Drake... I even put on this pair of ice-generating bracers to replicate the
effect of Iceman's powers...although I barely needed them, apart from that
little Danger Room exercise. After Xavier was out of the way, Zazie could
stroll in and start taking names..."

"Okay, okay, I get it, you're so damn clever! But what have you done with
Bobby? And what's the point of Zazelle wanting to take over this mansion?
She's no Magneto, so she doesn't want -or need- to exercise revenge on
humanity or take out the X-Men! Why would she come in here, PMS the ladies
and tie up every single male mutant?" I said, losing my cool again.

"Darling..." Zazelle retorted, "I am a walking sex battery, whose
sex-related mojo only works when I'm fully charged by having wild sex with
virile (and preferably, mutant as well) men! Look around you... could there
be ANY better place for me to charge my batteries then THIS VERY MANSION?"

I looked around for virile mutant men, able to fill Zazelle's batteries.
Cyclops.  Wolverine.  Colossus.  Nightcrawler.  And a multitude of virile
(after several Danger Room work-outs) mutant students.

Oh. My. God!!  She was right!  If Zazelle was a bear, Xavier's Institute
would be a river of honey!

"YEAHBUTWHAT-" I began to say, then composed myself and restarted once
more: "Okay, okay, I see your point. But are you sure you can handle ALL
that sexual energy? What are you gonna do with so much of it? In here there
are at least a hundrend mutants! You're gonna sleep with all of us? And
what was the point of running around and making guys have sex with each
other then?"

"Oh, that last one... I did it mainly because I love watching two men go at
it!" she giggled. "But I also feed off the sexual energy spent when other
people do it, without me participating. It doesn pay off as much as the
real deal, but it was necessary for me to build up some power for what I
wanna do tomorrow..."

"What's gonna be tommorow?" I asked.

"Tommorow's the peak of my mutancy... I will become 20 years old tommorow
afternoon at 6 o'clock, and, according to some of Magneto's researches, it
is the moment anyone's mutant potency hits its' peak. Think of it as the
stars aligning for you and you only! If I fuck all of you guys tomorrow
afternoon and get your seed down my throat and up my pussy, I'll be charged
forever!

"Too bad you all will probably end up in a coma", Mystique blurted
out. "You should be around to see the world that Zazelle will shape after
your combined sexual energy makes her the most omnipotent being on Earth!"

I shuddered. "What DO you intend to do, anyway?" I asked, out of pure
curiosity.

"I'll use my special power to turn everybody on this planet GAY!!!"

Gulp.

"What would be the point of that?" Gerry finally remembered to be a part of
this pointless conversation.

"Yeah!" I chimed in. "Not that I mind a world where every male is playing
for my team, but wouldn't that affect the birth rate and reduce the world's
population in the long term?"

"I don't give a flying fuck. I just want to have fun, so I'll turn every
single male into a raging homo and let the women bitch and moan about not
getting any." Zazelle gleamed, sure of the flawlessness of her plans.

"Oh, c'mon, lady, this is idiotic! You can't just force people to be gay!
There has to be a choice!" I started becoming hollier-than-thou on her.

"Did YOU ever had any choice on that matter? I don't think so. You just
were born gay." Mystique retorted.

Good point there. Her plan was stupid and destructive, although it sounded
like something that might be fun to experience. But, even if that came to
pass, I wouldn't be around to experience it, would I? Zazelle was going to
fuck me and everybody else to a coma!

"Your master scheme is flawed." Frank interrupted. "Think of a world where
every male is gay and most females are straight. It's not just the
questionable ethics of creating such a world, but the populace would
practically be unable to survive. How would the people reproduce? The women
would turn crazy from the lack of sex and start abducting and raping
unwilling men! The global economy would crumble! We'd fall back in the dark
ages!"

"Why do you care, little bro? My powers can't affect you, so you'd remain
the only straight guy in the entire planet! 3 billions of pussy just for
you, starting tommorow!" she came back with a undeniably tempting
proposition.

"Uh, ok", Frank smiled sheepishly and rested on the floor.

"Why turn all the guys gay? Who would then take care of YOUR special
needs?" I told Zazelle.

"I'd have my pick of man every day, turned specifically straight just for a
night with me, and then back to the fold of the homos... if he's still up
in the morning" she winked. "Whatever! Enough of this chatter. I'll go back
to my headquarters. My 20th birthday is tommorow, and it's this specific
day when I will have to do it with all of you and ascend to
power. Otherwise, doing it any other day will be of no use to me. You guys
stay there and rest. You'll need every ounce of sexual energy stored for
tomorrow, when I will come to gather it. Just stay there and behave
yourselves, and Mystique will come to feed you in the morning."

"You can't leave us like this!!" I yelled, but she just looked at me
snobbishly and walked away. It was bad enough that I would inevitably fall
into a coma the next day, did I have to turn straight and have sex with a
skanky woman as well?



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"Take THAT, you traitorous cross-dresser!" Dead Girl screamed as she
charged towards Lola, the fabulous Glitter Princess with abandon.

Lola ducked and avoided her attack with ease, putting her foot in the way
to ensure that the rampaging zombie girl would crash in another one of her
poor furniture and slow down her inevitable return to the battle.

"Tired of all this, yet?" She taunted. "We've been going like this for
hours, and you still can't get your hands on me. Being immortal might be a
nice talent, but it's harldy useful in a one-to-one battle if you've never
trained in your life."

"Shut up!" yelled Vivian, who got up and tried to slash Lola with her
claw-like fingernails. Lola blocked her attack with her man-killing feather
boa, who trapped her entire arm and, with one powerful move, popped it off
its' socket and sent it flying into the open closet.

"See what I mean? It's nice to have a power that will allow you to remain
alive while amputated, maimed and decapitated, but what is the point of it
if that's ALL you can do? Sure, your arm will eventually re-attach itself
to your torso, but only to get slashed off again!"

"I don't care about it, you ugly cow! I know I'll win eventually. I can't
die so you can't take me out in this fight, and I know I'll have my chance
once you eventually grow weak and tired, what with your age and all..."
Vivian started to say, but found herself choking by the man-killing feather
boa Lola was furiously forcing down her throat.

"I. AM. TWENTY. TWO. YEARS. OLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed. "I invite you
in my room. Instead of getting a proper sign of appreciation, you start
accusing me of betrayal out of the fucking blue! Then you start a fight
with me and your clumsy attempts at killing me result in my entire room
getting trashed! Look at my beautiful lava lamp's pieces on the floor! Look
at my all-new vibrating mitt chair that you just broke down! These things
were priceless!!! Well, I figured you're not yourself and something or
somebody else is using you and turning you against me right now, but I
don't care anymore! Thank God you can't die, that means you'll endure
everything I have in store for you..." Lola kept ranting.

Vivian had by now the entire man-killing feather boa stuffed into her
throat. "You want a piece of me?" Lola said. "Well, HAVE IT!" she said as
she nudged the end of the boa into Dead Girl's mouth. Vivian was having a
trouble ingesting the thing, but she would survive. As she always would.

Then Lola felt something grabbing at her high heels. She looked above her
shoulder and saw it was Vivian's amputated hand, that had come back into
life and attacked her even without being re-attached at the rest of her
body.

"Don't. Touch. The Prada!" she stared at the thing and it felt like it
looked back at her and scoffed. It grabbed her heel and she lunged at it,
catching it right before it managed to latch itself on her pretty, flawless
face and destroying all that great make-up work she had done on it
earlier. She got up and started wrestling with the amputated arm for
control. With the corner of her eye, she caught Vivian getting up behind
her and burping. She had DIGESTED her precious feather boa?

Lola was in a dire position by now. She was a brilliant ninja fighter,
granted, but now she found herself weaponless (her feather boa eaten) and
an easy target, thanks to that damned arm that kept her busy and vulnerable
to any attack that Vivian had in mind.

Dead Girl lashed out, and everything was a matter of a split second. Lola
-for the first time in this fight- used her mutant powers and manifested a
thick glitter cloud that dazzled both Vivian and her arm and hid Lola from
immediate sight. At the same time, Lola stepped aside and left Vivian
barging at her previous position, missing her completely. Finishing things
off, the Glitter Princess gained control over the dazzled and confused
zombie arm and made a special quick pirouette, bashing Vivian's head with
her own arm as she barged towards the wall. The resulting crash was sweet
music to Lola's ears.

Dead Girl was on the floor, dizzy from that last quick and strong hit. Lola
threw her amputated arm back at her and it crawled up to the bloody socket,
where it re-attached itself to the rest of the body. She looked up at Lola,
who was now offering her a hand.

"I hope that last one knocked some sense into you. Dammit, girl, don't you
realise there's something going on? Someone fears us so much they had to
turn us against each other! Just get up and let's find out how we're gonna
get outta here." The drag queen proposed, sure that Vivian would think
reasonably after this gesture.

"I'll do as you say..." Dead Girl said as she reached for Lola's hand and
gained enough leverage to kick her right in the nuts! "...NOT!!!"

"AAAAAAAARGH! You...did..not...!" Lola screamed in agony as she put her
hands between her legs and crumbled on the floor in pain.

"It was a lucky guess, but it paid off. After all, you're only a drag
queen, not a transexual! You're bound to still have some balls on you"
Vivian laughed above Lola. The poor drag queen just stayed in her crouching
position, her hands now grabbing her hurt genitals in her pants. She was
now completely in Dead Girl's mercy.

Or maybe not.

It wasn't the first time anyone tried that dirty trick on Lola, and she had
taken some measures since then. She only pretended to be in pain and
grabbing her balls, as en escuse to surprise the enemy with her secret
weapon, which was hiding in her pants, serving as a special deadly weapon
for surprise attacks AND as protection for her nether regions.

So, as Dead Girl stood above her and taunted her, she was an easy target
for what came next. Lola grabbed the dual feather boas with deadly
retractable blades who were stuffed in her pants as a desperate measure and
abruptly got up, spinning her deadly weapons with rage and slashing at a
surprised Dead Girl, who was now about to get dead-er.

"What the-- OOOOW!" she screamed as the extra-deadly razorlike boas spinned
and slashed into her. She put her arms forward to protect her face, but the
force and speed of the spinning blades made zombie mince-meat out of both
her arms within seconds! Her green zombie blood and flesh sprayed against
the walls and bed, chips of her bones getting into her eyes and chest, only
for them to become pulverized immediately after.

"Sorry it had to come to this, honey; but once I make some zombie mincemeat
out of you, I know JUST the way to get out of this bloody room, though it
might take quite some time...!" said Lola, as she used her sunglasses to
protect her eyes from all the green blood spraying on her.


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The next morning, Mystique came in to feed Zazelle's sex-slave
hostages. She kicked the door open, started yelling to wake us up and then
began to feed us one-by-one with some liquid meals and shit. I could hear
the other guys grumbling and protesting that the food tasted like shit, but
all Mystique did was curse and threaten them into eating.

"Eat it all up, you idiots! Zazelle needs you in full strength in order to
bang her real good and make her omnipotent!" she said. "I won't have ANY of
you staying hungry until this afternoon. Just bear it for a few more
hours...then Zazie will take care of you and you'll be able to rest."

"Yeah...eternally." I nagged.

"Davey boy, Davey boy...you just can't stop complaining, can you?" Mystique
said, as she came over to me. Apparently she had left me for last in the
feeding line, and now my time has come. "Eat it all up, like a good boy"
she said as she forced the liquid meal down my throat. Taste-wise, it
wasn't exactly the most fullfilling breakfast I ever had, so I started
complaining.

"Just shut up and gulp it down!" she threatened. I felt myself breaking, as
I realised I had hit the lowest point in my life. I was about to either die
or fall into a coma, and my life so far has been completely destroyed. My
friends would get to suffer as much as I would, and my boyfriend was taken
from me, shipped off to God knows where, helpless and maybe even dead by
now, while a mutant shape-shifting bitch had taken his place and had her
way with me, tricking me into practically having sex with a woman.

I didn't cry, but Mystique felt the stiffness in my throat and that my
voice was about to break. "What's wrong, honey?" she said, in an unusual
(and probably fake) moment of compassion.

I knew I'd sound pathetic, but I just had to ask. It would satisfy a bit of
my newfound curiosity and maybe cause a little remorse to Mystique. "Why
me?" I asked. "Why did you have to take my boyfriend's place, of all
people? You could have taken anyone's place, maybe a student's who's more
lonely and had less friends, which would be harder to compromise your
position and true identity. Why take Bobby's place and cause all
that... extra, needless hurt?"

She looked at me straight in the eye. "I never took your boyfriend's place,
Dave. I took Bobby Drake's place, who was until then Rogue's
boyfriend. Before taking a specific student's place, I hang in the mansion
taking the form of students that didn't exist in order to find out who was
better to impersonate. I could have tried to reach Xavier with the form of
someone who didn't exist, but the Professor would have to recognise me in
order to let me in his office, wouldn't he? Anyway, I found out that Bobby
was perfect for impersonating, because his life with Rogue seemed over the
top and I felt like he was ready to ditch her. Therefore, I could ditch her
in his place and find new people to hang out with without making it look
too suspicious..."

"So... I never really was with Bobby...it was you from the beggining." I
nodded, trying to take in the fact that my relationship with "Bobby" was a
big, fat, lying illusion. "Why did you pick me, then?" I asked, trying to
hide my misery.

"Well, first of all, I could see that you liked Bobby. I saw it when I
posed as various other students AND when I impersonated Bobby. Secondly,
you were easy on the eyes as well. Also, do you remember exaclty how it all
began?"

"Yes, like it was yesterday. I was chasing after the mysterious cloaked
person who caused all the gay sex (who now turns out to be your boss), when
Bobby---you- approached me and confessed he/you had feelings for me..." I
said...

"...do you realise why it happened at that specific moment and not any
other time?" she snickered.

I didn't need to think about it much more. "You were a distraction. Zazelle
was afraid I'd rat her out at the moment, so you came to the rescue and
distracted me with your phoney love." I said, disgusted.



"...and I kept distracting you ever since...! You were the only person who
was aware that someone was running around forcing people have gay
sex. Becoming -and remaining- your boyfriend was a good way of keeping you
happy and busy while my 'boss' worked towards her goals...! " she added.

I felt sick. And used. "You look so cute when you're depressed" the blue
bitch said with fake glee. She leaned towards me and licked my ear,
whispering "to your credit, though... I can't remember enjoying a set-up so
much before!".

She walked out trying to stiffle a slight laughter, and as she walked out
the door, she left it slightly open for a few seconds, before finally
closing it .

Which was the first small mistake who led to her -and Zazelle's- downfall!

That was because in these few seconds the door was left opened, a certain
fuzzy rodent we all had forgotten about managed to hop in unnoticed.

It was Fluffy, Gerry's newly acquired bunny!

"Fluffy! My faithful bunny! Over here!" Gerry screamed happily, bouncing
his ass on the chair he was tied to.

"Weird...! The poor thing must have been left unchecked after our little
encounter with Zazelle, then started roaming around the mansion looking for
food! Must be a real coincidence that it found us in here!" I said.

"No coincidence! Fluffy is smart! He came here to save us! Here, bunny
bunny!" he went on. Maybe all the shit we've been put through finally took
their toll on poor Gerry's sanity.

"Gerry, please shut up! It's not like your damn rabbit can climb up your
seat and release you from your bonds...! It's just a stupid rodent,
wandering around with no agenda!" Frank stated, shooting down all of
Gerry's hopes.

Then Fluffy, who was by now right behind Frank, started munching on the
ropes that kept him tied like a delicious salami.

"You were saying...?" Gerry shot at Frank with a raised eyebrow and a
triumphant smile.

"The poor animal is just HUNGRY! These ropes are probably the first edible
thing he found in the building! There's no way he's doing this on purpose!"
Frank tried to reason.

Fluffy completed nibbling on the ropes tying Frank's feet together, and his
legs snapped free of their confines. Then the rabbit proceeded to crunch on
the ropes tying his arms!

"That is a rather smart little rabbit" I understated, the weirdness of the
situation keeping me from realising that, if Fluffy kept feasting on those
ropes, we'd soon have a shot at saving ourselves and the world's
heterosexuality from Zazelle's evil, moronic plans!

A few minutes later, Frank stood up triumphantly, only to realise that his
hands were still restricted!

"What the hell? Didn't Fluffy eat those ropes?" I asked.

"Yeah but I was handcuffed as well. And I don't think that rabbits can chew
through metal, now can they?" said Frank in exasperation. But at least he
was able to walk wherever he wanted to. That was still something!

"Quickly, Frank! Set us free!" urged Gerry.

"Ok, ok! Where are the Danger Room controls?" he asked.

"In the room above the Danger Room" Cyclops said from his bondage chair.

"Okay. I'll just get there and try to set you guys free. Now, how does this
door open?" Frank asked as he walked to the Danger Room's exit.

"....From the outside." Mr.Summers said in exasperation.

"Isn't there some other way he can get out of here?" I asked, seriously
worried by now.

"No, kid. This is practically a big, metallic empty room, and the only exit
opens through the controls upstairs. So, unless Nightcrawler or your
phasing friend Gerry set themselves free, there's no way we're getting out
of here in time." Logan said.

"So...let me get this straight. We're in this bondage seats that negate our
powers, locked in a room which opens only from the outside, and the only
person that is currently free yet handcuffed cannot get us out of these
chairs or escape the room?" I asked.

"Gee, thanks for making me feel so useful." mumbled Frank.

"How about your random knowledge powers? Can't they help you out or
something?" said Colossus.

"When it comes to Zazelle, my powers can't pick anything up! And this
predicament reeks of Zazelle, so I know less than any of you guys!" he
responded with the letdown showing in his voice.

"This is great", I said. "So all we can do is wait here for Zazelle and
Mystique to show up."

"I could wait for them right behind the door and ambush them!" Frank
stated, proud that an idea actually crossed his mind.

"Bitch, please!" I rolled my eyes. "It's two against one, and on top of
that you're handcuffed! Please don't tell me you can take on Mystique alone
with your hands tied!"

"You're right..." Frank bowed his head. "I really can't do anything!"

"So we only have a few hours left. Only thing we can do is wait for Zazelle
to come in here and fuck us, using our juices to power up her insatiable
thirst for power! We think that we actually have a chance at beating her,
but all we're actually doing is waiting for the inevitable while saving our
potent sperm for her." I said with resignment in my voice.

"There's something I can do! We can get rid of all that "juice" and sexual
energy you've been forced to save and when the time comes, Zazelle will
have to leave with her hands empty. What she needs to happen to get her big
power-up is for you guys to have mutlitudes of semen saved for her at 6.00
this afternoon, and this is something we can achieve without leaving the
room!" Frank said with a weird gleam in his eyes. Did he really intend to
help out in something like that?

"It makes sense" Wolverine said. "Zazelle might get real pissed and kill us
all, but she will have missed her only chance at getting omnipotent and
enslaving the world."

"Well, we're going to die one way or another, but at least this way that
bitch won't get what she wants. And seeing her stupid face as she realises
that might make for a sweet death, after all..." I smiled.

"Exactly HOW do you intend to do this?" Cyclops asked Frank. "You intend to
get us all off?"

"Well what else can I do? You guys are all tied up, and if you could free
your hands to get yourselves off the whole thing would be a moot point,
since you would also be able to escape this place!" responded Frank.

"Saving the world by handjobs. Jeez that sounds super ironic!" Logan
sneered.

"What handjobs?"Frank smiled at him shyly and showed him that he was still
handcuffed. "Look ma, no hands...!"

"Oh my God! Frank, please, you're the straightest man in this room right
now, given how you're immune to your sister's powers. Don't tell me you're
capable of sucking off EVERY man in this room by this afternoon!!!" I
yelled. The thought did seem a little bit over the top...

"Straight, smeight, it doesn't matter now. I'm the only one who can save
the world" he said with a decisive tone in his voice, as he walked over to
Wolverine.


I couldn't believe my eyes as Frank kneeled in front of Logan. The front of
Wolverine's trousers started to bulge as his excitement grew. His pants
seemed too restrictive for his swollen crotch; it almost creaked with a
desire for release.

"You're too eager to do this for a straight boy, kid," he teased him. "Not
that I mind, of course!".

"Shut up!" Frank answered with irritation. "You think I really want your
smelly cock in my mouth?"

I could see that his face trembled with what could be either excitement or
disgust as his head reached for the fly of his Wolverine's pants. It was
almost as if he could smell his crotch, the sweat from his balls and the
sharp note of his crotch, and it made this poor straight boy all the more
anxious.

Frank unzipped Logan's fly with his teeth, only to have Wolverine's big
uncut cock spring out and slap his cheek.

"Jeez!" he yelped. He looked at the big, veiny cock, now resting on Logan's
thigh and then leaned forward to slowly take it into his mouth. He found
out that it didn't taste horrible, it tasted like skin, only muskier. But
there was no time for getting used to it. It was something to get over with
so that he could rescue his friends and teammates. He had no time to think
about the weirdness, the possible ridicule, or the sheer absurdness that he
was a totally straight guy and had to suck off every single male in the
room. Otherwise their deaths would be on his hands.

But was it something that he could manage to do in a cold and clinical way?
He needed to get those men to cum, and a bad blowjob wouldn't help with
that. He had to suck those cocks and suck them good!

Frank's head bobbed up and down on Wolverine's cock as he applied more
saliva to make it slick and wet. Logan sure had a big cock. Maybe poor
Frank should have began with something more manageable! But it was too late
to change cocks now. Logan's dick was already at full mast, pulsating and
throbbing with pleasure, a slightly different and tangier taste now
flooding Frank's mouth, making him assume it must have been precum. Logan
was probably about to come anytime now, so leaving him like that to try
sucking on an easier package would cost him a lot of precious time. Pretty
soon, and while the rest of the captives in the Danger Room had gotten used
to the idea that every single one of them was going to be brought off by
Frank's inexperienced mouth soon, Logan felt like warning the young man
about what was to come.

"You're doing great, kid. You were born for cocksucking. But if you don't
pull away now, you're gonna get a mouthful." he said between moans.

Frank panicked when he first heard that, but then contemplated as he
started applying more pressure with his mouth on Wolverine's dick. If what
Zazelle wanted was for those men to cum inside of her while fucking her,
then maybe even their spent semen shouldn't be kept around for her to find
and try to salvage.

So he jammed the whole length of the pulsating cock into his mouth, his
nostrils buried into Logan's dark pubes, and started humming and gyrating
his lips around the base of the shaft, while his tongue attacked the
cockhead.

"Fuck kid, I'm cumming in your slutty mouth! Take that cum in your belly!"
Logan yelled in ecstasy, as strings of his thick cum started shooting down
his student's throat. Frank's eyes went all teary from the sensation of
having his mouth flooded with this never tasted before liquid with the
really intense taste and odor, but he gathered all of his courage and
swallowed. He even sucked a little more on the piss slit to make sure that
every single drop of sperm was milked.

Wolverine was now useless to Zazelle's evil schemes.

It was time to render the rest of them useless as well...!

Frank carefully got up from between Logan's legs and walked over to
Cyclops, kneeling before him, unzipping his fly with his teeth. Mr.Summers
just stood there and said nothing, accepting what had to be done, but he
did cock his head in order to give a strange, worrying look at
Wolverine. Logan looked back at him with what must have been a tinge
of... jealousy? Maybe those two had more going on for them than simple
Zazelle-induced sex!

Almost immediately Frank's tongue went to work on Cyke's cock.. His knees
nearly went weak as the tongue licked all along the head and shaft of his
beautiful dick.

Suddenly his cock head was engulfed by a pair of wet lips. Frank was trying
to experiment and do new things, suctioning Cyke's cock head, sucking as if
trying to use it as a straw.

"Oh fuck...!" we all heard Cyclops gasping, as he felt Frank's blue lips
sliding down his shaft. He could not believe that someone was sucking his
cock in a room full of men! I leaned my head on the side of his seat, and
sighed as the talented straight mouth slid up and down his wet shaft.

"Oh shit..." he said to myself, and we all realised he wouldn't last long
under these conditions. I wonder who would be next?

Slowly, Mr.Summers began thrusting his hips into Frank's wet hole, fucking
his mouth. He could feel his cock head touching into the back of the cock
sucker's mouth, just where the throat entrance starts. Frank, initially
shocked that someone was face-fucking him, tryied to mantain control and
not gag. Moaning, he set up a nice steady pace, moving opposite Cyke's
thrusts as his cock met his throat somewhere in the middle. When Summers
felt his pulsating dick starting to move down into Frank's tight throat
muscles, he could feel his cock starting to throb pre-cum.

"Oh fuck, man... you suck cock great!" he said, giving in to his talents.
The more he felt his cock ramming into his inexperienced student's throat,
the more sure I was that he wouldn't last too much longer. He felt his legs
already starting to shake as the inevitable climax neared.

"Oh fuck, you're gonna make me cum!" he warned, feeling his balls tighten
as his cock pulsed with excitement. Frank, knowing what his duty was,
seemed to ignore his warning, still sucking away steadily as he started to
make sloppy, slurping sounds on his teacher's cock.

"I'm serious, Frank!  I'm about to blow!" he warned, feeling the hot lava
starting to run up his cock tube. Suddenly it was too late.

"AAARRRGHHHHH...!!!" Cyclops screamed as his cock erupted gobs and gobs of
cum into the sucking mouth on the other side. He fully expected to hear
Frank vomit and curse as he spit his seed from his mouth, but instead he
took my cock all the way down into the very back of his mouth, and let him
shoot straight down into his throat. After all, no single drop of this cum
should be left for Zazelle to find.

"AWWWW FUCK!!" Cyke yelled, banging his head against the chair as his
intense orgasm drained him completely. Frank nursed upon his cock like a
hungry lamb, making sure that no drop of his manly juice would go to waste.


"Looks like someone has had his brains sucked out through his cock..."
Logan teased, with a small touch of bitterness in his voice, but Cyclops
was taken aback from his orgasm and didn't take notice.

Frank, however, had already let his knees bend till they were buried in the
plush carpet in front of Nightcrawler. He looked around and every guy who
hadn't been already sucked off was sporting a raging hard-on. Judging by
the size of the bulges in our pants, he realised we were all getting very
excited about having someone suck on our cocks, no matter the circumstances
or how awkward it would feel afterwards.

It was obvious everyone was really getting turned on realizing that what
they were watching happen to Wolverine and Cyclops would be happening to
them very soon.  They knew that they would have their cocks sucked by a
self-proclaimed straight-boy, and it would happen once. And I'm pretty sure
most of them still had a little bit of gay inside of them, thanks to
Zazelle.  They knew Frank would only be doing it out of duty, and it didn't
have to be that pleasureable.  Surprisingly, even I was getting very turned
on thinking I would soon be sucked by my straight buddy. Feeling guilty, I
tried to focus on what was about to happen to Mr.Wagner.

After clumsily fumbling with his buckle, Frank unzipped Kurt's pants. He
wasn't wearing any underware so his dark blue and semi hard cock was
already poking out between the fly.  Oh god, how beautiful I thought.  So
perfect.  A blueberry muffin about to be worshipped on. Too bad it was
Frank doing the deed and not me...  I longed to lap at its head and watch
it grow larger and larger and then licking on its shaft all the way to his
balls.  Bathing him with my wet tongue.  Worshipping his manhood. And as I
thought of all these, it was Frank who was already doing it.

He put his open mouth up against the blue cockhead and started licking
him. Oh my god I thought.  I can't believe that in just a few momentshe'll
be doing the same thing to me! Frank engulfed the blue cock with his mouth
and pulled it upwards, pulling his blue fuzzy nuts through the zipper as
well, then he let the shaft go and started licking on Kurt's blue balls, as
the gentle yet very sexy elf threw his head back in ecstasy and started
cursing in german.

Suddenly, while Frank's mouth was still working on the elf's testicles,
Kurt started cumming with no warning! His pulsating cockhead shot some big
strings of seed that hit Frank on the forehead, covering his eyebrows and
some of his hair.

"What the fuck...?" Frank said, letting the nuts go off of his mouth. "You
were supposed to shoot in my mouth. What point is there, if Zazelle can
just take it off my hair?"

"I'm...sorry", said Nightcrawler. "It's just that...my balls are really,
really sensitive"

"Well now it's too late" Frank responded. "We'll have to think of something
else..."

They whispered something for a while, I heard Kurt trying to protest, but
Frank ultimately convinced him. Then my light blue buddy got up and got his
head close to Nightcrawler's face. Kurt, wearing an expression of weirdness
on his face, licked his own man-juice off Frank's face!

"The hair, too." Frank suggested. Kurt then took in his mouth both of the
globs of cum resting in Frankie's short, jet black hair. Okay, I guess that
would make it safe then.

But then, they both leaned towards each other, their lips tentatively
touching, before going in a full-on kiss! Everyone gasped in shock as both
blue boys explored each other's tongue with their mouths, but then we
realised what it was for when we heard the noise Frank made when suckling
the last drops of sperm out of Nightcrawler's mouth.

"That'll do." said Frank, licking his lips. "Who's next?"



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Zazelle and Mystique were hanging in Xavier's office, playing reverse
strip-poker.

Zazelle was losing big time, so she already had a multitude of clothing on;
over her usual slutty attire, she now wore a yellow fouter, two pairs of
stockings, a pair of khaki pants, three different bras and above everything
else, a huge, hideous christmas sweater with what looked like a
cross-dressing reindeer on it.

"I think this game is stupid", she stated in frustration.

"You're just sayin' so because you're losing..." Mystique commented,
enjoying her nakedness.

"Well, okay, you win! Let's just stop this right now. My time to ascend to
power will come in a couple of hours, and I'm feeling extra
anxious... there are butterflies flying around in my stomach right now, you
know?"

"I know the feeling" Mystique said with boredom.

"Anyway, I can't ascend to power looking like THIS..." the bitchy Slut
Queen said, motioning at the big heap of clothes on her. "I'll go to the
bathroom and freshen up. Slip into something more appropriate, too..."

"Be my guest" the shapeshifter stated. "I'll just stay here and eat all the
pop corn" she said, grabbing the snacks by her side.

"Why don't you go check on our prisoners, instead? See if they're up to
anything funky..."

"Oh please! I'll pass. They're tied up, temporarily depowered, with no
means of escaping. What could they POSSIBLY do to foil your plans?" she
nagged before stuffing half the pop corn down her throat.


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"AAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!" Colossus screamed as he unloaded his thick seed in
Frank's awaiting mouth.

A few hours had passed and it was now a fact; Frank had sucked off every
single male mutant in the Institute, taking their entire load into his
mouth, down to his stomach...

Well, ALMOST every single mutant...

Frank slowly got up and treckled over to me. "My tummy hurts, must be from
all the sperm I got in it right now. But I still have one more to go..." he
said, before getting down to his knees in front of me.

I wonder why he had left me for last. Each blowjob he had to do was getting
harder and harder to complete, given how tired he was, how many different
loads of cum he had taken down his throat and added to that, the fact that
he wasn't into cum altogether! After sucking off the teachers, we continued
with the students, even sucking off Gerry in his way, something that for
better or for worse I wasn't able to witness, since Gerry wasn't in my
direct sight from where I was sitting, all tied up.

I could hear his moans all the way through, though, and they made my cock
grow hard like steel in mere seconds... As I felt Frank's hot breath on my
grotch, I realised my dick has still hard.

Frank unzipped my fly with his teeth and took my already dick into his
mouth, trying to get it hard. His eyes were focused on my cockhead, not
daring to look up to me, maybe trying to avoid the uncomfortable feelings
that would arise once he realised he was sucking off one of his best
friends!

He let my hard cock fall out of his mouth and on my belly, and then started
licking the underside of my shaft and coating it with his spit, getting it
slick and nice. Then he used his lips to fish my balls out of my pants and
gave them a thorough tongue-bath as well. Hey, I didn't recall him doing
that to anybody else!! Why was I so special?

I gasped as I felt one of my best friends swallow up my dick again, and was
suddenly grateful that I decided to keep my mouth shut and not voice my
concerns over this. It COULD have weirded him out of this. Frank bobbed his
head up and down in my lap, leaving me amazed that he still had the energy
to keep doing this after sucking off the entire male populace of the
mansion. His pace was picking up by the minute, like her was desperate to
get me off.

And he was right to be desperate. Our time was almost up. Zazelle and
Mystique were about to come in any moment now, and my dick was still fully
hard and filled with cum I might make a fine pity fuck for Zazelle as she
cheered herself up from losing all the cum she was supposed to take today.

"C'mon, Dave, cum already! We don't have all the time in the world!" I
heard Frank mumbling with my cock halfway down his throat.

"I know, I know, Frank! It's just... too much pressure! I don't know if
I'll make it! Just promise me one thing, ok?"

"What?" he said, before engulfing my cockhead with his lips and starting to
produce a humming sound, trying to add more pleasure that way. What a
trooper!

"Promise me that... if Zazelle comes in before I manage
to... ejaculate... you'll kill me. Promise me you'll kill me before that
evil woman turns me straight and has catatonic sex with me!"

Frank spit my cock out of his mouth. "WHAT? Are you fucking crazy?" he said
with rage. "Pussy is not THAT bad, you know, so that you'd kill yourself to
avoid it!"

I rolled my eyes, raising one eybrow. "Said the guy with the fresh cum of
50 men down his stomach."

His eyes shot at me with rage. "You know, I AM the perfect person to speak
about this! I'm straight man, and I'm sucking cock to save your goddamned
lives! And it's not like there's anything in it for me...! By doing that,
I'm giving up on a potential life as the only straight man on Earth with
millions of pussy to satisfy! Can I GET more altruistic?"

It's not just that he was right.  Or the rage swimming in his pulsating
veins, which were now clearly visible on the side of his forehead.  It was
just that angry straight boys made me hot, and I had the epitome (kinda) of
all these in front of me. I felt my cock rising, larger and harder than
before, and I wasn't even being sucked off at the time! And Frank got aware
of that, as he glimpsed down my grotch again.

"Maybe I should just resume what I was doing" he said, and promptly leaned
in and took my entire cock in his mouth again, slobbering all over it to
make it wet and slick and frictionless.

"I still think he wanted to do all these, deep down" I heard Hellion, one
of our fellow students, whispering to another student next to him, and I
caught myself trying to fight back a smirk.

Frank was doing a much better job by now, or maybe it was just me who was
more into it this time. It was fun, sexy, and it would save my life, why
did I have to be so anxious about it? I only had to make sure I cum
quick. So I closed my eyes and tried to think about sexy things that would
make me cum... Fake Bobby's intense moans as I fucked his ass all these
days (ok, in retrospect maybe that wasn't the sexiest thing to think
about), Piotr's big fat dick that once endangered my ass with total
destruction, Wolverine's, Gerry's slutty ass hanging out of his g-string as
usual...

"Fuck, Frank, I'm cumming!" I suddenly said, and looked down on him to save
that picture in my mind: my sky blue straight friend, with my cock in his
slobbering mouth hitting the side of his cheek and making his skin there
stick out... I'd never get to see something so wrong and dirty like that
ever again!

I felt my balls boiling, a burning sensation travelling through the shaft
of my cock up to the very point of it... Frank closed shut and tight his
lips around my cockhead, to make sure that nothing would escape his mouth,
and I felt my thick, creamy boy juice shooting all over inside his mouth,
coating his insides with sticky cum, and then I felt more sunction as he
gobbled down my seed, eating it as a late, life-saving breakfast.

And it was about damn time, because then I head a very hated, recognisable
voice shouting:


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"WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU FUCKERS BEEN DOING IN HERE?!??!?!?!?!?!??!?!"

That was the first thing that escaped Zazelle Spermthirsty's mouth after
she walked in the Danger Room with a cheerful smile, eager to pick her
earnings after so many days of scheming, preparing and crime-commiting,
only to find herself a protagonist in a multiplyingly traumatising
experience.

She saw her brother sucking cock (Trauma #1) Her STRAIGHT brother sucking
cock (Trauma #2) Sucking a cock that also shot its hefty load down his
awaiting throat (Trauma #3) Apparently, he had done the same with all 50 or
so men in that room (Trauma #4) All these creamy loads that her brother
gobbled down was intented to be in HER right now, boosting up her powers
insanely and making her the Ruler of Earth, a chance that was now stolen
from her forever (Trauma #5)

and, worst of all....

Her straight uptight brother got to be in a bukkake before SHE did!!!
(Trauma #6)

She could NOT stand it!!!

Everyone in the room was completely stunned, Mystique as well, so Zazie
used her frustration to keep her going, and walked around the room,
checking the casualties with a wild gleam in her eye.

Yep. She could sense it. All these young, strapping men had been stripped
of their powerful cum shortly before, and the power that was in it was now
lost to her forever. Most of them even still had their cocks hanging out,
flaccid and lifeless... what a waste of good cum!

Then she walked up to her traitorous little shit of a brother, who was
still on his knees in front of that wretched blonde gay mutant.

"You filthy little traitor" she spat at him. "I thought we had an
agreement. Why did you DO this to me?" she asked.

"I think my tummy hurts", her bukkake-stricken sibling said, as he slowly
collapsed on the floor, his hands on his cum-filled stomach.

"Bah. Amateur." she responded, as she gave him a good kick. Then she walked
up to her partner-in-crime, Mystique.

"I cannot bear that smile under their moustaches. Kill them. Kill them all,
and let's forget about this." she said stoically.

"Hey! I thought this was supposed to save us, not get us killed-killed!"
Gerry was heard saying to his fellow mutants.

"And what's in it for me...'partner?" the cold-dearted shape-shifter shot
back at her. "I was supposed to be your best woman once you took over the
world. Now? There's nothing in it for me. You told me this would work, but
it turns out you're just another loser. You offed Magneto by mistake, and
made me think you had it in you. My fault. But I'm not your lackey anymore,
so go kill them yourself." she added, as she threw a stiletto on the floor
and started walking towards the door.

"Wait! You can't leave me like this, you idiotic cunt! This is YOUR doing
as well! If we leave them like this, they will later come for us! We can't
leave no witnesses around! We'll be wanted everywhere in the world!"
Zazelle said in panic.

"I'm ALREADY wanted everywhere in the world. Thank god I can get away with
it, though", Mystique said as she changed her appearance to make herself
look like a perfectly average and socially invisible 40-something
woman. "But it seems like you just make your breaking-though in crime and
terrorism. Good luck dealing with that... 'boss'!" she chuckled and made
her way out.

Zazelle was left all alone with the helpless male mutants now. She had to
kill them all and leave no witnesses. But in order to get away with a
crime... could she commit an ever greater one? Would she even kill her own
brother for such a cause?

The helpless mutants were now very aware of the probability of their
deaths. They saved the world from Zazelle's lust-filled ambitions...but
could they save themselves as well? There was lots of leg-twitching and
trembling going around within the hostages.

"I'm sorry guys, but it looks like it's curtain call for you." Zazelle said
with a trembling voice, as she picked up the stiletto and turned to face
her victims. "I didn't really want any deaths to be involved in this...but
it looks like I'll have to off you guys all, however unceremonious it might
seem"

"Over my dead, fabulous body, you badly-dressed bitch", she heard a voice
behind her.


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"LOLA!!!!" We all happily screamed at the top of our lungs, seeing that our
favorite drag queen had come to the rescue. Then our newfound hope quickly
turned in anger, as I remembered that she had dissapeared from the moment
we set foot on the mansion. "Where the fuck have you been all these days?
Why didn't you come to save us earlier?" I asked with grtitted teeth,
looking down on a fainted Frank, who would have surely appreciated a sooner
intervention.

"I'm sorry, darlings, but that little ho over there locked me up in a room
with that zombie friend of yours. Then she had her go all homicidal so that
she would kill me." She explained as she used her feather boa like a whip,
to snatch the stiletto away from Zazelle, rendering her weaponless. "Now if
the blueprints I got to read in Cyke's office were right... the control
panels should be around...HERE!" she said, and threw the stiletto towards
me!

However, it struck on the spot of my chair right above my shoulder, and
suddenly everything went "CRASH!" and "KZZZZTK!" and the Danger Room
shifted back to its normal state, while the power-dampening devices we were
sitting on were turned off and let us all go. I immediately ran to Frank's
side. He was unconcious, but otherwise fine, his breathing was stable and
he had a weird serene smile on his face.  I wondered if all that sperm he
gulped down would have any effect on him, the way it was supposed to affect
his sister?

"How...how did this happen? How are you here?" an astounded Zazelle
stuttered.

"I could only think of one way to make the zombie girl come to her senses
AND get us out of that locked door. I chopped her into many little pieces
and squeezed them out the keyhole. Mind you, it took me a LONG time, as she
was moving and thrasing the entire time. Fortunately, all of her little
pieces reformed at the other side of the door and, sane again, she just
unlocked it for me!" Lola explained her gross and gory plan, that,
apparently, worked! "By the way, guys, why are you just sitting there with
your cocks out?" she asked.

"No, I meant...how come my powers didn't affect you, like the zombie girl
and every other female in this place?" Zazelle asked again...she wasn't
really bright, was she?

"I would have absolutely no idea about that..." Lola said, with a fake
innocent smile.

"Jesus, you stupid whore", Wolverine had to jump in,"she ain't a female!
She's a trannie! That's why you couldn't make her go on PMS mode!"

"I'm NOT a tranny!!!!" Lola yelled, apparently insulted.

"Yes, she didn't have any operation yet" Gerry corrected him. "So the words
we should use is "cross-dresser" or "drag queen"." He added, then smiled at
me and waited for some kind of compliment on how smart he had become.

"You mean...she's a HE?" Zazelle asked us, astounded.

We just nodded, making sure that Lola wasn't looking our way.

"I am NOT a guy!!!!!!" Lola yelled hysterically.

Zazelle, who, for some reason, still hadn't been contained, walked up to
Lola menacingly...

"Do....you...have...A COCK?" she asked, her voice in a strange trance.

"Lady, we just said that I haven't had any kind of surgery. So the answer
to that would be..."

"---YOU. HAVE. A COCK!!!!!" Zazie yelled in astonishment.

"What's you deal, bitch? You get off on making fun of transgendered
people?"

"GIVE IT TO ME!!!!"

"What?"

"GIMME YOUR COCK!!!!"

"I'm sorry, I don't think I could give it to you as a transplant, I'm
afraid of scalpels" Lola said, taking some steps back as Zazelle was almost
on her by now. We swiftly approached them, worried about Lola's well-being.

"NO!! I --MUST--HAVE YOUR DICK INTO ME! Give it to me!!!" the insane nympho
said, as she ripped her own clothes with one move and jumped poor Lola,
trying to rape her.

Omigosh! Lola's dick must have been by then the only one in the mansion
that hadn't been sucked dry by Frank...therefore, it was Zazelle's only
chance at getting a tiny portion of the massive power that was supposedly
destined for her that day!

"GET HER OFF ME!!!" Lola yelled in panic. "Get that LESBO whore off me!!!!"
she begged.

Thankfully, Nightcrawler swiftly teleported behind them, grabbed Zazelle
and teleported her a good few feet behind, where Colossus easily knocked
her out with his metal fists.

"I...must...get...your sperm...." were the last words she said before she
went unconscious.

Gerry and I helped Lola to her feet. "God, that must have been the single
most traumatic experience in my life." she said. "On the other hand, the
fact that I saw the cocks of the entire male body of mutants in here make
my day a little shittier." she smirked, making us blush.

"You should see Frank--he got to suck them all!" Gerry innappropriately
blurted out.

"What the--how? Fuck, why? When?" Lola said in a state of utter shock.

"It's a long story...hey, you said that Vivian helped you out of the locked
room. And we have YET to catch Mystique! She's the only one who knows where
Bobby is!" I said.

"Honey, let's just say... that your questions kinda answer each other."
Lola said with a knowing smile.


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Mystique wasn't very happy. As she walked out of the back door of the
Institute and through the Jean Grey Memorial Garden to get herself into the
woods, still under her "everyday woman" guise, she pondered about the
things she did lately.

She had spent a long time being a lackey for a rookie villain, and she knew
it was a risky thing to do; never mind that she never worked well with
others, especially when being kinda beneath them.

And this one time, her risk didn't pay. Their meticulous plans failed
miserably, and ironically, it was a bukkake orgy that foiled these
seemingly perfect plans for world domination.

"At least I got banged by that fine ass gay boy... so this evil scheme
wasn't completely for nothing" she said to herself.

"You look like my aunt Amelia" she heard a voice coming from behind her.

Before she even turned around, she threw another stiletto at where the
voice came from, and vicously smiled as she heard a slight gasp from the
same voice and a thump! as that somebody went down, stricken by her deadly
weapon.

She looked around and saw the feet of the person who dared approach her
coming from behind a tree, not moving. The rest of the body was obstructed
from her view by the tree.

But as as she approached the dead body to retrieve her stiletto, Mystique
found out that the person she just killed.... was already dead!

"As I said..." Vivian scoffed as she got up and got the stiletto out of her
chest, "...you look EXACTLY like my aunt Amelia".

"Yeah, Dead Girl, so I look like your aunt. Any problem with that?" Raven
asked, taking a defensive stance.

"Yes. I goddamned HATE my aunt Amelia!" she responded as she ran to the
blue-skinned shape-shifter, ignored every single one of her deadly martial
art moves and kicked her straight in the nether regions (that was the
second time she did that to someone that day)!

Mystique kneeled before her in pain, only to be knocked out by a single
punch by Vivian.

"Shame I kicked YOUR ass instead of my aunt's though..." she said, before
carrying her limp body back to the mansion.

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Everything was alright now.

The mystery of the person behind the weird gay sex incidents was over, and
Zazelle's plans were completely thwarted. Since handing her over to the
police would be dangerous for the humans, we decided to lock her up on the
basement, and punish her in the most vicious and inhuman of ways...

I looked from the small window on the door to her cell, and saw Zazelle
strapped to a power-dampening chair, like she did to us, and forced to
watch continuous reruns of Barney....

"I love you You love me We're a happy family With a great big hug and A
kiss from me to you Won't you say you love me too? "

"DAVID! I know you're there!" she screamed at me with desperation. "Don't
do this to me! I promise I'll be good! I even told you guys what kind of
poison we gave Xavier, so that you could find a cure! I'm a totally
redeemable villain! Just turn that fucking gay purple dinosaur off! I can't
stand it anymore! Don't leave me like
thiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiissssss!!!!" she
kept crying.

I scoffed and left the door, walking towards Mr.Summers' office. It was
true that Zazelle told us what posion she used to put Xavier into a coma,
and Dr.McCoy (also known as the Beast) was currently working day and night
into his lab to come up with the antidote.

So thing were hopeful, even for the Professor's case. The gay sex incidents
were now officially over, all the girls were cured from their permanent PMS
state and the boys (most of them, anyway) had returned to their previous
heterosexual state and pretended like this Zazelle thing never happened.

But NOT all of them, I realised, as I walked into Cyclops' office and
caught him making out with Wolverine! Again!!!

"Jeez, don't you EVER knock, Melee?" Logan growled and his claws came
out. "Maybe I should cut your bleeding hands off!" he threatened.

"Maybe you should, but then I'd be guaranteed NOT to knock any door ever,
since you'd leave me with no hands" I retorted with a sheepish smile.

"Okay, okay, everybody calm down!" Cyke said, being the voice of reason as
usual. "Logan, you're really going to maim the kid who, along with his
friends, saved the world and our collective butts?"

"And what fine butts some of them are..." Logan retorted, grabbing Cyke's
ass and bringing him close to his body for a deep, loving kiss.

"Wait you guys" I said, "Zazelle is powerless for the time being, so how
come you guys are still gay?"

"We're not gay" Summers told me as he broke the kiss with Logan. " But
maybe we discovered that we're bisexual... Granted, this whole thing
started as crazy sex, induced by that kinky deviant Zazelle, but
maybe...maybe in the proccess..."

"...we fell for each other." Logan completed his sentence as he came up
behind Mr.Summers and put his arms around him, protectively.

"Oh my God you two are SO cute together...!!!" I squaled. "So maybe this
whole mess with Zazelle also happened for a good reason, seeing how it
helped you guys find each other!"

"We won't judge on that until the Professor is awake and healthy again."
Cyclops stated in a matter-of-fact voice.

"You are right, I probably can't claim such a thing since it cost me a
boyfriend..." I said, as I was reminded of Bobby, who wasn't Bobby after
all.

"That's the other thing we wanted to tell you about" Mr.Summers
said. "We're calling in for a new Headmistress for the Institute, one who's
very good on school managing matters, a great teacher, and also a very
powerful telepath; she can fill in for the Professor in everything and help
out with interrogating Mystique about Iceman's whereabouts; her name is
Emma Frost. You must have heard of her."

"Yeah, as a matter of fact, I have" I said indifferently. Of course, if
those guys had checked my file, they'd know that Emma Frost is the younger
sister of my mother Cordelia Frost, but I'll let that slide for
now... having my favourite aunt as Headmistress is bound to help me out a
little with the Institute's busy schedule.

Suddenly the rest of the gang walked in. Gerry, Lola, Frank, Monique and
Dead Girl greeted our teachers politely and ganged up on me; high-fives,
"whassups" and "good morning, darlings" was how they expressed their love
for me.

"Hey, if it ain't the heroes of the day!" said Logan with a sliiiiight
smile that could resemble true happiness. Maybe this newfound love had made
him a mor echeerful person?

"Please, Mr.Logan, I'm not a hero. All I did was get locked in my own room
and be homicidally bitchy." Monique said with a little shyness.

"But you got all better, didn't you now?" said Frank as he kissed her cheek
and hugged her tight. Ow! Those two finally became an item? Sweet! I was
getting sick of all that unresolved tension between them.

"Dont thank me, either, Mr.Logan." Gerry jumped in the conversation. "All I
did was sit tied in a chair and get blown." he added, and we all stared at
him...

"What...? What did I say???" he asked with a sheepish expression. We all
looked towards Monique...

"Don't worry, my friends, I know all about how my boyfriend saved the day!"
said Monique with a cheeky smile. "And you know what? Having a slutty,
fellating bisexual boyfriend is HOT!" she added with a tinge of naughtiness
in her voice.

"But I'm not bisex..." Frank blushed and tried to correct her, but she
tackled him, threw him on the couch and started making out with him, never
letting him finish his sentence.

"Well, exactly who did what (and to whom) is not our point here." stated
Cyclops. "Our point is that your team AND that new mutant girl you brought
here worked all together to save the inhabitants of this Institute and,
consequently, the planet from a lusty yet dystopian future, and we have to
thank you for that as a team. Most of you children also fought that crazy
scientist in Florida and discovered Magneto's comatose body-who is
currently in the Infirmary being treated by Beast-, didn't you? (this is
the point where Gerry stood up proudly, since he helped out in that
instance) So it doesn't matter if some of you did nothing (he eyed Monique)
or some of you did waaaaaaaaay more than you should have to (he eyed
Frank), we have to honor all these as a group effort. Which is why as of
today, all of you children, Dave, Gerry, Frank, Lola, Monique AND Vivian,
are officially honorary X-Men.

We all cheered and giggled and jumped around happily.


"What about Fluffy, my bunny? He helped save the world too!" Gerry
grumbled.

"And THIS is why you are only Honorary X-Men and not official ones" Logan
smirked, pointing at our childish -yet honest- reaction to the news!

"What's a honorary X-Men?" Gerry asked when the cheering subsided.

"It means that we are X-Men who don't get to kick ass." said Lola while she
rolled her eyes.

"We weren't X-Men before, and we STILL got to kick ass" Vivian remarked.

"Indeed, we did." I chuckled, then spoke to Cyclops with a much more
serious tone: "When do we get to interrogate Mystique? We need her to tell
us what she has done with Bobby..."

"Hey!" Frank said, ending his make-out session with his new girlfriend. "I
know where he is! I just thought about him and I instantly knew the answer"

"YOU KNOW?" We all said, turning to face him.

"Yes, I do. It seems that all that sperm that ended up in my belly gave a
major boost to MY powers instead of my sisters. Having pretty much the same
genetic make-up with her probably helped with that. Every day I wake up
knowing more and more things, much more than I was normally supposed to
know...even with the powers I had." said Frank "I think one day soon, I'll
wake up and know practically EVERYTHING." he added.

"Good to know, Frankie..." I said. "Now...where exactly is Bobby?"

"I will tell you, but...I don't know if you'll like -or actually believe-
my answer..." he said, making me really worry.


******************END OF CHAPTER 10***********************************


So, after all these months (or years? lol), the Slutty X-Men are BACK
BABY!!!

Sorry for taking so long to update, and after such a cliffhanger, sheesh!
But life got in the way AND I had a serious writer's block!

Anyway, this chapter resolves almost every subplot that was up till now and
leaves VERY few cliffhangers and questions (Bobby being the main one), so,
I consider this to be the finale of Season One of Slutty X-Men!

Season Two will begin with Chapter Eleven, it will feature a new villain
and a new mystery arc, and I will also introduce new characters (I could
use a few suggestions, but I'm not promising anything lol!)

Any comments and flames can be sent in my e-mail Mitsaso@gmail.com

Please guys, bust my balls so that I get my ass to write the next chapter
quickly, it really helps!