(Disclaimer: this story was written for a story exchange event where the randomly assigned prompter asked for X-Men fanfiction, and the randomly assigned writer - me - was not overly familiar with X-Men. Certain canon details or characterizations may not be 100% accurate.)
“Do you have any idea how much you two just screwed up?”
The scene: the interior of the X-Mansion, specifically the debriefing room. The time: the afternoon after a mission that kinda went to shit. The speaker: a very pissed-off Dazzler of the X-Men.
The audience: me, Dani Moonstar, and my friend Jubilee… supposedly.
(And one onlooker, but I’ll get to him in a bit.)
“Not only did you let Mister Sinister escape,” she seethes, “your outright negligence nearly resulted in the deaths of several civilians! What do you have to say for yourselves?”
You wear that outfit on purpose? is what I would like to say. Dazzler has the body of a supermodel and the dress sense of the Bee Gees: she’s wearing a tightly fitted one-piece costume, made out of something that glitters like a disco ball, but which flares out into bell bottoms at the ends of the legs for some strange reason. Then again, Jubilee and I are in the standard-issue yellow and black eyesores that are the X-Men jumpsuits, so I don’t suppose I have any room to talk.
Which is part of why I don’t talk. Jubilee does instead. “Come on, Ali, we just made a little mistake! Shit happens!” She’s infuriatingly casual, leaning back in her chair. “We’ll get ‘em next time.”
Infuriating to Dazzler, that is. “Oh, don’t you Ali me, Jubilee,” she hisses, leaning forward. “That was not a little mistake. I don’t know what has gotten into you two, but you need to—”
“Alison? If I may.”
The mild, male voice stops Dazzler in her tracks.
The onlooker, a middle-aged man in a wheelchair, rolls himself forward. He’s the only one who’s not dressed like he’s about to get in a fight, with a comfortable-looking suit and a blanket over his paralyzed legs. But why should he bother? He’s Professor X, the most dangerous person in this room—and it’s not even a contest.
Jubilee and I sit up straight, and try not to look worried.
“Should I….” Dazzler begins.
“I think I can take things from here,” the Professor says, looking up at her and giving her a warm smile. “You may go, if you like.”
She does, and pulls the door shut behind her. I reach out a hand after her as she goes, and then close my hand in a fist, and then sit on my hand the next instant.
Professor X looks at the two of us who are left, and I try to think of pink elephants. In theory I shouldn’t need to—and if I did need to, it wouldn’t help—but what else can I do right now?
“I won’t waste your time or insult your intelligence by telling you that your behavior this afternoon was unacceptably lax,” he says, his tone still mild. He chuckles briefly. “Well, other than saying so just then, I suppose. And I must regrettably inform you that, as I’m sure Alison was about to tell you, you are pulled from active duty.”
I try to look contrite. Jubilee doesn’t need to ‘try’: she just does look contrite.
“But I don’t want to dwell on that now. After all, as you so aptly put it, my dear Jubilation, ‘shit’ does indeed happen.”
I can’t help myself: I snort at the contrast of that word being said by that stuffy voice. It’s strangely endearing.
And then I blink. They warned me about this. He gets in your head. Not only with his powers, but just by talking to you. He’ll smile, and he’ll chat, and he’ll get in under your guard and then you’ll be one of his little soldiers.
“Particularly if one’s mind is… elsewhere,” the Professor continues, seemingly—seemingly—unaware of what’s going on in my mind. God, I hope so. “And if one’s priorities have suddenly shifted in a new direction. I’m sure you know what I mean, Danielle?” He looks right at me.
I make sure not to gulp, and remember my training. “I—I don’t know what you mean, Professor—” I say, haltingly, but in the right voice.
The Professor is chuckling again, and shaking his head. “Oh, I guess I shouldn’t expect you to admit it, not to me of all people.” And a chill runs down my spine, as he continues. “You know, one thing I’ve learned from teaching young people is that they’re never quite as good at hiding things as they think they are.”
Oh god, we’re screwed. He knows exactly who we are.
“Especially when the things in question have to do with young love.”
Wait, what.
Jubilee’s mouth works up and down a few times, like a nutcracker doll, before she can respond: “Professor, I don’t—we’re not—Dani and I are just friends!” She’s blushing, and she clamps a hand over her mouth before she can say more.
The Professor smiles even wider, rolls himself forward a little, and puts a hand on each of our shoulders. It’s… a bit of a personal space invasion, but it’s warm. Comforting.
He’s not hard on the eyes, honestly, for a paralyzed middle aged man. Strong jawline, nice enough features—and the force of personality, above all. Like a freight train covered in foam.
“You have nothing to be ashamed of on that front,” he says, and claps our shoulders once more before letting go and pulling back. “You’d hardly be the first in the team to have romantic relations, and we’ve had far worse drama than this from such dalliances. But so this doesn’t escalate—” he tilts his head to the side, not smiling for a little bit “—I strongly encourage you to spend your days off ‘getting it out of your system’, as it were. Do whatever you need to do to make sure this doesn’t affect your performance in the field. Do we have an understanding?”
I nod hurriedly. Jubilee smirks a little. “No objections there, Professor!”
“I’m sure there aren’t.” The smile is back. He wheels himself back, implicitly releasing us even before he’s done it explicitly. “We’ll talk more later, I’m sure, but you may go for now.”
Jubilee and I get up and hurry out. My heart is hammering like I just barely dodged the freight train. Jubilee looks embarrassed and blushy, just like you’d expect from someone whose crush got found out by their commander / school principal.
But she shyly takes my hand as we walk away, and I clasp it back. I don’t mind that part of the performance at all.
We keep it up until we reach Jubilee’s room, and then as soon as the door closes behind us, her hand grabs mine and pulls it against her crotch, and her arm takes my shoulder and pulls me forward until I’ve got her pinned against the wall, and we kiss—we caress—with the frenzied energy of bandits who’ve just made out with the big score.
The performance, before, wasn’t pretending we were in love. The performance was toning it down.
“I thought we were fucked,” she gasps in a short pause for breath. “You got it, right?”
I wink, and reach behind her ear with my free hand. With a little flourish, I pull out a keycard and show it to her. It’s a room key. It’s not the key to Dani Moonstar’s room. “How about you?” I ask back, grinning cheekily.
She breathes in, clears her throat, and speaks. “You tell me,” she says. Her voice, all of a sudden, is an exact replica of Dazzler’s.
We make out for another five minutes, before we finally break off—and get what we need for the next stage of the big plan.
Jubilee and I make sure to look casual, even bored, as we amble through the mansion…. Right to Dazzler’s room.
I knock, and we wait. If she is there, we can just say we’re here to apologize for earlier today, act suitably contrite, and be on our merry way… but then we knock again, and she still doesn’t show. I smile, and ‘Jubilee’ smiles next to me. As expected, she’s been called away, supposedly by Emma Frost. Supposedly.
I tap the pilfered keycard against the electronic reader, and we enter Dazzler’s room, snickering to each other the whole time.
It’s more of a studio apartment than a room, really: attached bathroom, small but functional kitchen, and a big bed on the other side away from the door. As for the décor, there’s lots of low tables, sleek wood paneling, and music posters from the seventies. I would say that Dazzler’s room looks exactly like what I would expect for a disco-themed superhero—but honestly, the actual disco ball hanging from the ceiling is a surprise.
“Can you believe her?” ‘Jubilee’ says to me, pointing up at it.
I snort. Then I start looking through the room, looking for… not some specific thing, exactly, but anything that might help the infiltration proceed.
“These X-Men are all so goddamn weird,” ‘Jubilee’ says, searching on the opposite side from me. “Like, that Professor guy gives me the creeps. What kind of middle age man makes a bunch of teenage girls run around in skin tight outfits?”
“A closet pervert,” I reply, “obviously.”
“Hey, hey, hey!” She turns around to glare at me. “The voice! Like I trained you!”
I roll my eyes, still speaking in my masculine tones. “No one else is here, I don’t have to do the stupid voice—”
“You do it when you don’t need to, or you’ll forget when you do need to. Do it.”
I groan, and then clear my throat. “A closet pervert, obviously,” I say, in my best impression of Dani Moonstar’s voice, feminine and dignified. It’s not a bad impression—I was trained by the best, after all. I gesture at my face. “Happy?”
‘Jubilee’ smiles. “Much better.” And then she gets back to searching. “Yeah, closet pervert. But ooh, he’s Charles Xavier, benefactor of human and mutantkind, he couldn’t possibly be popping a hardon under that blanket of his every time he puts a seventeen year old in spandex. Oh, hey, look at this!”
She’s looking under the low bed. I hurry around to where she’s kneeling and see a safe hidden under there. We both grab it and haul it up to a nearby table. Hilariously, instead of having a number pad or a combination dial, it has what looks like a couple of biometric scanners on the front.
“All righty,” ‘Jubilee’ says, cracking her neck from side to side. “Time to get out of this outfit.”
I sit down on the bed to watch, because I love this part.
First she reaches back behind herself, undoing her X-belt and tossing it aside before finding the little zipper for the jumpsuit. She pulls it down, and the outfit stops being so skin-tight, and starts to rumple, revealing some of her breasts. And then she yanks the jumpsuit off her upper body, and reveals all of her breasts. No bra underneath. “Like what you see?” she purrs.
“Always do,” I reply, still keeping up the voice for her sake.
She grins, and then pulls the jumpsuit the rest of the way down, exposing her the rest of the way. She’s so hot like this, five and a half feet of tan-skinned sex bomb. She bends over as she pulls it off her feet, not-so-accidentally showing off that cute little ass she’s borrowed, and not a small amount of her cute little pussy as well.
I sit on my hands. If we get into it now, we’ll never get anything done.
The jumpsuit is tossed into the same corner as the belt, leaving her apparently naked—and then she starts taking the actual outfit off.
It’s honestly kind of obscene to watch. She grabs her left leg, and tugs on it in the same way she just did with the jumpsuit. And just like the jumpsuit, it rumples and folds on itself, stretching and hollowing out as the leg inside is pulled up, and the knee inside distends her abdomen. And then with a little gasp, she releases the leg inside—straight through that cute little pussy.
It’s a pale-skinned, freckled leg that looks nothing like the one flopping next to it. And when she repeats the process on the right, a second pale leg comes out to match.
She grins awkwardly, looking very bizarre indeed for a moment, and that’s my cue to look away too. As much as I love to watch her work, she’s always been shy about letting me view this particular part of it.
Still, I can’t quite help myself, and take a glance or two as I hear the continued sounds of stretching. A somewhat smaller ass, with white panties over it; the back of a tan bra, hooked up over the freckled line of her spine; and then with a final effort she pulls herself out of the suit entirely and reveals a head of curly red hair. My girl is back.
“Hey again, Nat,” I say, as she tosses the suit into the same corner as the other discarded clothes.
She growls. “You peeked!”
Whoops. I look back in earnest to see her scowling over her shoulder at me. “Come on, we’ve known each other forever!” I plead in reply. “It’s nothing but good stuff to look at!”
“Come on, Blaine, you know I don’t like being—exposed like this,” Natalie mutters, turning to face me properly. I can just barely see a hint of the padding in her bra. “Stop screwing around and hand over the new one.”
I grin. “Aww, but you look so good already!”
She holds out a hand insistently.
I sigh. “Fine.” I hold out my own hand, and a second suit appears in it as if by magic, which I toss over. This one is just as naked as Jubilee’s suit was, but it’s a lot paler like Nat’s own skin, and it’s got a wild mane of blonde hair.
Nat catches it in one hand. With her other, she stretches out one leg, then the other, by pulling each heel to her rear. She stretches her neck, twists her torso, rolls her shoulders, takes a deep breath.
Then she pauses for a moment. “Hm,” she says, frowning.
“What’s up?” I ask.
A smile replaces the frown. “Oh, nothing, just had an idea for later. Now, where was I?”
She takes another deep breath, lets it out… and extends.
Her ability isn’t just impressions and acting, or the eye for detail she needs to learn how to do both. It’s complete muscular control in a way that lets her change her height, change her entire shape, in ways no homo sapiens could ever do. In seconds, she’s discarded the five-foot-five frame of Jubilee and taken on the stunning five-foot-nine figure of Dazzler.
The figure, but not the actual appearance. That’s what the suits are for.
She gets started. Feeling a little deference, I look away—the very beginning isn’t much fun to watch anyway, it’s like someone trying to find the corners of a fitted sheet. So instead, I walk over to her discarded clothes and suit, and swipe each one up with my ability. They vanish, apparently into thin air. I’m not really sure where they do go—somewhere inside my body? Some pocket dimension?
Who cares—wherever it is, I generally just think of it as my ‘inventory’.
I’m out of deference, and I turn around to see Dazzler’s face and perfect chest firmly seated on Nat’s body. “Danielle?” she asks, grinning at me. Already speaking in Dazzler’s voice, already playing the role before she’s finished getting her arms into their ‘sleeves’. “What on earth are you doing in my room?”
I can’t help but smile back. “Oh, I was just feeling so sorry about my performance earlier,” I say, not really trying my best to sound remorseful. I pull my shoulders back, thrusting out my chest a little. “I was wondering if there was any way I could make it up to you?”
Dazzler chuckles. She’s gotten her arms in, and is now pulling one leg, then the other, up through the vaginal opening of the suit. With little grunts of effort, she gets them locked in, then presses the lips of the opening against her crotch with her palm to seat that as well. Dazzler is fully here, and just as fully naked—a disco babe looking for a good time.
“Well, I can think of a few ways you could do that,” she chuckles. “But business first, darling.”
She struts over to the safe, bends down—once again giving me a generous view of the new ass—and presses her eye right up against the scanner. Then speaks, loudly and clearly, into the microphone: “Alison Blaire.”
A light lights up green. She beams back at me, and I beam at her, and then she takes the handle and pulls.
And there’s a second door inside the first—right behind it, in fact. And this one does have a keypad.
I groan. Why can’t anything be simple?
Dazzler sighs, stands up, and walks over to me. Still gloriously naked, she leans forward, giving me an eyeful of her tits. “Dani, darling, I think I’ve forgotten my password. I bet somewhere around here I might have written it down, just in case. Help me look?”
I hop off the bed, and we resume our search. It’s the oldest mistake in the book, writing down your password on some scrap of paper you’ve got hidden away: maybe Dazzler’s done it too?
We scour her drawers, page through notebooks full of lesson plans, rifle through the assembled sleeves of her vinyl records. We keep at it for ten minutes, and we don’t find anything but frustration.
And it’s not just the frustration of not finding the password, either. Dazzler’s teasing me, taking every chance to shove her anatomy in my face, bumping into me and giving seductive little giggles with her apologies. I’ve been with her—that is, I’ve been with Nat—long enough to know what that means.
And it’s entirely unprofessional, and has nothing to do with our mission, but it’s been fifteen minutes of fruitless searching by now and I don’t give a fuck about the mission. After all, Professor X said we should blow off some steam, right?
The next time she bumps into me, I stand up and fully throw her onto the bed. She adopts a spread-eagled pose as she hits the covers, even as she gasps, “Dani! What’s gotten into you?”
I hop up and straddle her. “Just thought of another way I could make it up to you, Ali.”
I reach over to one arm, and then another—and sturdy metal handcuffs appear around her wrists, already locked onto the bedposts. It’s the work of five seconds to do the same for her ankles.
“What are you doing? Let me go!” she demands, struggling quite convincingly, but ineffectively, against her bonds.
“Is that what the real Dazzler would say?” I ask, in my best Moonstar voice. I lean forward. “There’s been rumors of an impostor in the X-Men, Ali. And you’ve been acting off recently. Very standoffish.”
Her eyes widen. “What? You can’t be serious!”
“You’ve been very suspicious.” I grin. “And I wouldn’t be doing my job as a proud member of the X-Men if I didn’t investigate you… thoroughly.”
I reach down to my crotch, and unzip the tiny zipper between the legs of my jumpsuit. Then I reach inside my pussy—that is, Dani’s pussy—and pull something out….
A strap-on appears from my ‘inventory’, suddenly tight around my hips. At least, it looks like a strap-on. It’s a sheath, hiding the shaft that I’ve just pulled out past the lips of the disguise.
“Time for your probe,” I say, and tease at her mound with my sheathe. “Are you the real Dazzler?”
“Yes—I swear I am—oohhh,” she moans.
I smirk. “I don’t think the real Dazzler would be quite so happy to be tied up. Why don’t you just admit it?”
She resists. It’s more in character for her to resist than not, and Nat is all about staying in character—always has been. But the only thing she loves more than staying in character, is being broken out of it. And the more I tease her, the more I squeeze her, the less able to withstand my ministrations she becomes.
“Admit it,” I demand, thrusting not into her but past her, rubbing against her mound as she bucks her hips. “You’re not the real Dazzler, are you?”
“No,” she wails, “I’m just a dirty slut who gets off on pretending to be a real woman, just please fuck me for real!”
I grin, and shove it inside.
We’re both close. It doesn’t take long to get the rest of the way there. She clenches her teeth and tries not to scream, as I grab both her hips and pump out my load. It’s not actually inside her—the sheath acts as a condom—but I like to imagine it might be.
I collapse forward onto her torso for a moment, which is not a bad place to be, and heave a few deep breaths. Then I push myself back up. “You like that?”
She’s breathing even more heavily than I am, but she smiles up at me. “I do.”
“You know,” I say, “sometimes I wish you wouldn’t say that ‘real woman’ stuff.”
“Oh, but it’s so hot, though,” she whines.
I shrug. This isn’t the time to get into that. “All right,” I say, “enough fooling around with the roleplay. We have to find that passcode.”
I reach for her cuffs, but she raises a hand to stop me—at least, as much as she can raise her hand. “Hang on, I’ve got another idea. You’re not gonna believe this one.”
I frown. “What do you mean?”
“Just watch.”
She clears her throat, closes her eyes… and then smiles up at me, genially.
“Hello, master Blaine,” says the voice of Charles Xavier, from her lips. “Might I trouble you for a conversation?”
My eyes widen, and I recoil back. After a few seconds, though, I’m able to laugh. “Wow, okay, you really got me.” I rub my eyes for a moment. “You were right, I didn’t believe it.”
“Then I’m quite sorry to say that you should believe it.” She pushes herself up a little more, but just with her arms, I notice. Her legs have stopped moving. “I did say we’d talk more later. I’m sorry it has to happen in such a compromising position, but I’m afraid I simply couldn’t until your position had been, well, compromised.”
I manage another laugh. “Okay, Nat, joke’s over now, we’ve got a thing to do.”
“Once again, it’s not a joke.” She frowns severely. “And by the way, I’d prefer not to have any pretenses between us right now. So I would be most grateful if you would stop putting on my dear Danielle Moonstar’s voice, master Blaine.”
That takes a moment to sink in. Nat. Telling me not to stay in character.
But sink in it does.
I stand up and a bow appears in my hand, along with a glowing golden arrow—nocked and ready to fire at that face. “Get out of Nat right now.” My heart hammers at a thousand beats a minute.
He stares back up at the arrow with a raised eyebrow. “Ah, that’s clever. A mutant ability that allows you to summon or stow various small objects, used to mimic Danielle’s mutation to create psionic projections. And I believe your friend was using some technology to mimic Jubilation’s ability, earlier?”
He raises both of his hands—Nat’s hands—in a pose of surrender. “You should put it down, mister Badenoch. I’m not actually here. And even if I were, I have neither the ability nor intention to harm you. And I will release miss Natalie in time, but right now, I really do just want to talk.”
I breathe heavily for a few seconds. But he’s got me. I can’t do anything to him like this. And what am I supposed to do, run out and threaten him in the mansion somewhere? Like that wouldn’t just get me tackled by half a dozen angry mutant sycophants.
I dismiss the bow and arrow back into my inventory. “How did you know?” I demand.
He purses her lips. “Mm. Yes, I think I will tell you. And I think in return for each of your questions I answer, I’d like you to answer one of mine. Is that agreeable?”
I sit back on the bed. “What’s the point? You’ve already read our minds. It’s over.” Far too late to try to think of pink elephants, anyway.
“Now, now, that’s a second question. But I do have an answer for it, though. Later.” He smiles. “Once again, are my terms agreeable?”
“You….” I grit my teeth. “Fine. Sure. How did you know?”
He nods. “I assume you mean, how did I know you two were impostors? It wasn’t because I read your minds. Quite the opposite. It’s like….” He frowns for a moment in thought. “Imagine you were in your own personal library, every book on its shelf, every title visible. Even without opening the books, you can at least see what they are: their titles, their authors, their bindings. And further, imagine that one day, two of those books are suddenly blank, right on their spines. Wouldn’t that be peculiar?”
I groan, and put my head in my hands.
“Which brings me to my first question, and please do be honest. What is that strange thing you’re wearing, exactly?”
“A cock sheath.”
He snorts. “That’s undeniably true, mister Badenoch, but it’s not honest.”
I sigh. “It’s… I don’t even really know. I….” I suck in a breath. “They could kill me if I tell you this.”
“Ah, but you aren’t telling me.” He smiles. “You’re telling your dear partner in crime, Natalie McCoy, as part of an extended roleplay session. Not a word of this has reached the ears of Professor Charles Xavier, I assure you. It’s plausible deniability for you both.”
“That is not….” I groan. “They called it a skinsuit. Mystique, that shapeshifting mutant, she… did something to herself. Mutated more, I guess. Figured out how to shed her skin—or whatever skin she was putting on at the time.” I shudder, though it’s not entirely an unpleasant memory: watching Dani Moonstar, then Jubilee, pull their skins off to reveal a gorgeous blue woman underneath.
“Ah, but I suspect that’s not all that’s been done to it.” X points at his—at Nat’s head, hidden inside Dazzler’s. “I think I can feel some metal plates hidden in there, quite like the ones in my dear friend Erik’s helmet. But not quite as thick—not quite so perfect a barrier.”
“It still should have been enough.” I lean forward, angry. “How are you in her head?”
“Maybe I’m not.” He smirks. “Plausible deniability, as I said, yes?” As a scowl starts contorting my face, he raises Nat’s hands again. “But to answer your question, I had been keeping a metaphorical eye on you two for some time, but I wouldn’t have been able to get in if she hadn’t taken the suit of dear Jubilation off, earlier. But now that I have gotten in, I’m just able to stay in. And young miss Natalie is none too eager to kick me out, either.”
I narrow my eyes. “What the hell does that mean?”
“No, no, my turn.” He frowns up at me. “Where are misses Danielle and Jubilation now? The information isn’t in Natalie’s mind.”
“I don’t know.” He stares up at me, and I smirk. “I don’t! You think they tell the grunts this stuff? Not here, that’s all I know.”
“Mm, that’s fair.” He frowns. “I must find them, you understand. But it’s your turn now.”
“WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT MEAN?”
He blinks. “Goodness. Well. Your friend, Natalie McCoy. I believe she takes a… what is the word, submissive role in your relationship? Because it appeals to her, deep down. Well, let us just say she has decided to submit to me.”
I blink. “You really are an old pervert.”
He pulls a face. “If it makes you feel better, I’m a little uncomfortable myself. But let me reassure you that she is fully consenting to the arrangement—”
“How am I supposed to know that?” I throw my hands up. “How am I supposed to know anything you’re saying is true? How do I know you haven’t already gotten in my head!?”
“Fair point.” He shrugs. “Why trust anything at all, if you believe I’m some ‘evil demon’ who is altering your perception? Though I think you may find the work of a certain French philosopher comforting in this case.”
“You’re bringing up philosophy now?”
“Mm, sorry, perhaps not the time. I am, as they say, putting Descartes before the….” He breaks off, chuckling too much at his own joke to finish. “I apologize, that was offensive.”
I stare at him for a few seconds. Then I stand up. “I’m leaving.”
“Leaving where, young Badenoch?”
I walk to the door.
“All right,” Professor X says, and he clears his throat.
“Would it help if the Professor gave her back control?”
I blink, and turn around.
That’s… not Nat’s voice, still. It’s Dazzler’s voice. She’s looking straight at me from where she lies on the bed, squirming. Her legs are moving again, too. “It’s all right, darling,” she says. “Your cute little girlfriend is back.”
“What….” I take a step. I’m not sure which direction I’m stepping in. “Who are you now?” I manage.
“What, you don’t recognize me? I’m Dazzler, baby.” She winks. “But don’t worry. Your little Nat is safe inside me, with me as her slutty little puppet just how she likes it.” She squirms some more for emphasis, and then pauses. “Or maybe she’s my puppet? After all, she’s doing everything I want her to do.”
This was… new. Nat’s personas didn’t usually refer back to her like this.
“But in case you’re wondering, yes—the Professor is still inside her, and he’s still got a tight leash on her. Won’t let her do anything he doesn’t want.” She smiles, and licks her lips. “She doesn’t know how to tell you how fucking good it feels, darling.”
My mouth hangs open for a moment. “What?”
“He’s inside her,” she purrs, “and she can’t get him out.”She shudders, taking in a shaky breath, her cheeks deepening red. “He could fucking use her any time. He could break her, turn her into his little doll, and she couldn’t stop him. It’s so fucking hot for her, baby.”
She licks her lips, and looks right at me. “She’s begging you to fuck her like this, loverboy.”
I know I shouldn’t, probably—but I’m not sure if I know anything anymore. I’m disoriented, I’m not sure what the ground under my feet is. And this gorgeous woman is telling me what to do, something I would very much like to do. So… I approach again and get myself back on the bed, kneeling between her legs.
But she raises a finger. “Actually… not quite like this.”
I pause, staring uncomprehendingly.
“There’s something else she’d like better. Someone else…. Jubilee.” She laughs a little. “I guess I should be jealous, but she is, mmh, one cute little firecracker. Nat wants you to take this old skin off her, baby, and bring Jubilee back.”
“… you’re in handcuffs.”
She laughs again. “So? Use your mutant ability, loverboy. I know you’re good for it.”
That… might work. I got the handcuffs on her wrists instantly, after all. I’ve never thought about using it on something quite as large as this, but why shouldn’t it work?
I close my eyes, and try to visualize it for a moment. Nat’s body under there, the shape of her. The shape of the suit in my inventory. I imagine stretching it out over her shape, and then….
It’s two quick hand movements: one to grab and stow the Dazzler suit, and another one to replace it. Only after it’s done do I open my eyes… and Jubilee looks back up at me from the bed, the perfect copy here once more. “Hey, Dani,” she says.
And that’s when she reaches up, grabs me, and flips us over so she’s pinning me to the bed.
“Nat?” I blurt out, as some of the wind is knocked from me.
“Do I look like Nat?” Jubilee laughs. “Sorry, Dani—Nat might like to take the backseat, but me, I’m a real go-getter!”
I glance up, and then past her, at the now-empty cuffs attached to the bed. “How did you….”
Jubilee rolls her eyes. “This Nat girl has good enough muscle control to change her height, and you don’t think she can slip some cuffs? Now let’s see about blowing off some of that steam the Professor mentioned….”
She pins my arms above my head with one hand as she reaches down with the other, down to my strap-on sheath. It’s quick work for her to unbuckle that and toss it aside, revealing my incongruous male organ poking out from Dani Moonstar’s snatch—it’s the wrong color, aside from anything else.
“Hmm,” Jubilee says, pouting in thought at it. “That could be fun… but I’m in the mood for something different.”
She reaches down again and does two things. The first is, she takes my shaft and gently tucks it back up inside of Dani Moonstar, out of sight. There’s a little pouch for it, one which she expertly maneuvers it into, rendering it inaccessible.
The second thing is the opposite. She reaches inside herself, moaning a little, and pulls out Nat’s own member—even paler than mine, and about as long.
“Never had one of these before,” Jubilee says, grinning down at it and stroking it once or twice. “Let’s see what she can do!”
And with that, she starts fucking me before I can say anything.
It feels good. It feels weird. I don’t know what I’m feeling: is it just my own hidden member being stimulated, or is Dani Moonstar’s pussy actually sending signals to my head? I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m panting, oscillating back and forth on the bed as Jubilee thrusts in and out.
“The Professor’s still here, by the way,” she says into my ear, bucking back and forth. “He’s not doing anything, though. I think he likes to watch. Pervert.”
I shudder.
“I think maybe he is going to break your girl,” she continues. “Make her into me, full-time. Maybe he’ll do the same to you. I bet he’s been doing this for years, swapping us all out whenever we get too old. I mean, how long has Kitty Pryde been on the team? Have you ever seen her age?
I don’t even react to that, I just gasp at the continued thrusting inside my pussy.
“We could be like this forever,” she hisses. “Young, and hot, and in love forever—”
She cums inside me, hips bucking with each pulse of release. I gasp, orgasming at the same time. We fall limp onto each other.
There’s some quiet. Then she whispers in my ear. “Got you.”
“Wha?” I mumble.
“The Professor wanted me to tell you that it worked. He got inside your head just now, because of how I got inside your body. Sorry.” My eyes widen, and I try to sit up, but Jubilee says, “Shush, it’s okay, he’s not gonna do much. Just put… a little voice in your head. Encouraging you to be more like the original Dani, while she’s away. More of an X-Man, more of a hero.”
I can’t find it in me to be too worried about that. Which is more worrying than anything else.
“Oh, and one more thing,” Jubilee whispers. “He made sure that you won’t think this was anything other than a crazy roleplay session, now that we’re done. He says he’ll talk to us soon.”
“What?” I suck in a breath, push off of the bed to try to stand. “Wait—”
“1978!” Jubilee exclaims.
I blink. “Uh. What?”
She’s sitting up and pointing—first at Dazzler’s safe, left on the floor half an hour or so ago, and then at the biggest disco poster on the wall—a big image of an Earth, Wind, and Fire album cover. “1978! That’s when that one came out! September! Great year for disco. Come on, let’s try it!” Before I can respond, she jumps off the bed—having already tucked away her dick while I wasn’t looking—and bounds over to the safe to tap in those four numbers: 1, 9, 7, 8.
The safe beeps, and then I hear something unlock.
Jubilee pumps her fist as she pulls it open. “Yes! Take a look at this, Dani!”
Feeling a little dazed, I totter over to the safe and spy a bunch of Dazzler’s personal effects: passport, birth certificate, some valuable jewelry… and what looks like a small, leatherbound journal. I open it up and flip through it for a few seconds, long enough to see that it’s filled with useful information.
I stow it in my inventory, feeling only a little guilty about doing so. Jubilee quickly shuts the safe back up, and manages to shove it back into its secret spot under the bed, just like it had been originally.
With that, the job is done. Jubilee holds out a hand and I toss her her clothes, zipping up my own jumpsuit.
“Hey, Nat,” I say hesitantly, “I wanted to….” Then I pause. No, that’s not what Dani Moonstar would say, now is it? “Jubilee,” I say, “before, when we were on the bed….”
“Oh, that!” Jubilee giggles a little, shimmying into her jumpsuit again. “Sorry if that roleplay session got too intense earlier. I just wanted to do something a little more creative than usual, you know?”
“But….” I pause, and then shrug. Honestly, this was weird, but it wasn’t impossible. It was the kind of thing Nat might do. Right?
Right. And it had been a lot of fun, besides. So, not worth worrying about.
The two of us now fully dressed, we open up Dazzler’s door, peering out carefully to make sure no one sees us. Then we walk out, hand in hand, Moonstar and Jubilee, two perfect little soldiers working to make the X-Men proud.