A first-class show

It's been thirty minutes.

The Blackbird cut through the air, its speed leaving behind a sharp slice of wind in its wake. It made the journey between schools a relatively swift one; despite being across the country, the Blackbird made a fool of the entire commercial airline industry, being able to travel the same distance in a mere fraction of the time. They would arrive at their destination in a matter of minutes, and Jean couldn't be any more pleased with how things turned out thus far.

Until the Professor returned, which could be weeks, months, years, or potentially never, she was the Headmistress in charge of everything at the mansion. That level of responsibility, she had to admit, wasn't easy. Emma's jealousy over not being chosen for such a position was ironic in that Jean would be more than happy to hand the title of Headmistress over to the Frost Queen... if she didn't have the foresight to realize that Emma's methods of running the school would be more of a dictatorship.

So Jean stayed in her seat behind the office desk; she took to her role in earnest, and though it's been long enough to get comfortable in the position. This operation wasn't anything close to simple.

The power she spied on Axel wasn't anything she'd encountered before—a truth that says a lot. This boy could potentially erase and remake the universe itself ten times over. Though, realistically, the scale of his wish-based ability cannot be so grand. From all her research, she only discovered realistic manner flexes of his ability. But still, it's not something she could leave unchecked. This operation had to be a success. And when anyone in charge expects something to be done right, they have to do it themselves.

She spent hours on end studying this kid, learning what she could; it was a sleepless night, but a night well-spent nonetheless. Every detail of how his power worked had been accounted for. For his ability to proc, a wish must be uttered, not thought. Simply putting a mental block on the ability to make a wish would prevent any issues from arising. There would still be an air of unpredictability when dealing with a teenage boy who could make anything happen; she needs help from someone able to think on the fly, act on their toes, and always hold a level head, knowing the right decision to make no matter the odds.

That's why she chose Ororo for the mission; the Weather Witch is a capable leader in her own right and possesses all the qualities needed to keep the situation under control. With Jean's own ability and Ororo as her aid, the mission would go off as a hitch.

Jean smiled to herself, wrapping both sets of fingers around the metal pole.

And it did.

She shimmied her hips side to side, bare ass cheeks buckling, as the green thong left nothing to the imagination. Her huge bubble butt bounced and clapped against itself with each shake. The tight-fitting lace green bra was so pressed against her impressively huge bust; the fabric was sinking into her skin, the boobs lightly spilling around, while her erect pink nipples poked proudly out of the X-shaped cutouts etched into the front of both bra cups. Her meer appearance was so risqué it would've gotten Jean arrested if she wore it out in public. But under the private veil the rear Blackbird's cabin provided, miles upon miles above the ground, she had no qualms against dancing around the stripper pole. After all, she's the one who asked him to accompany them back to the academy (even though if he refused, she'd take him back by **** anyway). She might as well be the one to provide him with some inflight entertainment.

The back of the jet was made into a private showroom with mood lights, speakers, a stripper stage, a pole, and the whole nine yards. The room was massive, with a bar stationed off to the side; though the boy is only eighteen, he shouldn't be able to drink yet; perhaps she should've stopped that particular wish. Well, granted, she did try to prevent them, but he reacted too quickly for her, but boys will be boys; it's not a major deal one way or the other. He won't get away with making wishes under her watch once they're at the school. Around the stripper's stage were rows of empty seats, and the room extended to be as large as an opera theater; how it could fit within the jet was beyond her understanding.

Axel just sat back with a smirk, enjoying the show while tugging on his cock, using his dark-skinned ''chair'' to her full effectiveness, her face frozen, mind locked in time itself, failing to understand that she was being used as a mere object.

With his power, logic is a mere suggestion. This high-tech jet, one designed by the X-Men's lead mechanical experts, with millions upon millions invested in making this craft the way it is, only took a single wish to reshape its interior to fit his personal wants completely. Even if it didn't make sense, how something so massive could remain inside. That's the beauty of his power, the beauty he enjoyed ever since gaining this ability. Rules, logic, and common understanding are all just suggestions at best. Logic bends to him, not the other way around.

The redhead bit her bottom lip and gazed at the teen; she moved forward, gripping the shiny pole between her tits, and started to spin, wrapping her legs around the rod as her body twisted with it, making a full 360-degree spin. Once her back faced the young man, she released the pole from her cleavage and spun around, her red hair flying through the air. She dropped to her knees and shuffled back, her bright green heels scuffing against the floor until she was seated on her ass. Her thick thighs spread open, revealing the crotch of her thong, which had become drenched from the intense mix of arousal or sweat the redhead was experiencing. She ran her hands down her curvaceous body, from her large, pillowy breasts, across her flat stomach, and down to her thick thighs, spreading them even more as she gazed at him with a smoldering, lustful look.

The redhead leaned back on her hands, her green eyes locked onto the boy's. "You like what you see?" She asked with a wink and an intense cock to her hips, hands resting on both sides like they were handles designed specifically for her palms.

His quick nod made her chuckle. She gave another shake to her hips and placed a hand back onto the pole before leaning back up against it; she pressed forward, her face inches away from the metal rod, her breath making it fog.

The boy was certainly enjoying this. He's quite the hormonal teenager, that's for sure. It's going to be a shame for him when he realizes the school isn't going to be so generous in fulfilling his desires once he arrives. This is his last bit of freedom in that regard. Because until he proves that he is past this whole perverted mindset he has going on, she and all the other responsible adults are going to have to keep him on a tight leash.

Literally, as he watched, he was using Ororo as a human chair again. The goddess of the weather, acting as his personal throne, not an ounce of life in her eyes, the dark-skinned woman was just poised as if she were in a leg-sit position, her lap serving as the seat of the chair, her arms extended out making armrests, and her bosom being used as a cushion. She wasn't smiling, nor frowning, looking left, right, or in any direction other than the direction ahead. This is the definition of objectifying women if Jean has ever seen it. And the exact type of behavior that will have to cease the very second they arrive at the school. She is bringing him to a place to learn and be monitored, not a place for him to play around and do as he wishes.

But, for now.

Jean turned her head, flicking her red hair over her shoulder, and stared at him through half-lidded eyes. Then, she gave the shiny metal pole a slow yet intense kiss, her lips mashing against the cold metal. As she moved back, the suction kept the two connected for a second or two longer before snapping back, leaving behind a large red lipstick mark that stained it; a trail of drool extended from the center of her lip mark, snapping free and falling into her cleavage.

"Come here." She beckoned the boy with a finger.

Axel stood his cock hard as a rock. He had been sitting back and enjoying the show, but now the Headmistress called him over, and he'd be a fool to refuse. She's in charge, after all. This is his last chance for the type of fun he desires.

"I wish my cock would be triple the size. No quadruple, no bigger!"

POOF

Jean raised an eyebrow at this. Maybe she should have stopped that wish... why would he need a larger dick anyway. It's not like she's going to let him stick that in her; she's just here to dance for him. If the boy thinks this is going to lead to anything like... that, he's in for a rude awakening.

Kitty Pryde had been more or less freaking out for what seemed like hours. She's been personally training under Ms. Gray, getting prepared to go on solo requirement missions herself. Jean was using this particular mission to get Kitty more comfortable on coms, which is the first and most important part of all recruitment missions. Someone must be on the communication line in case anything goes awry. That's one thing she learned from Ms. Gray early on: expect and be ready for the unexpected.

This recruitment should go as planned; the mutant's power is potentially world-altering, and Jean had prepared to deal with him for an entire day. Kitty remembers seeing her in the Danger Room before she left for classes in the morning, and she was still in there scanning over a wall of text and details on him late into the night. If anyone could handle this easily, it would be Ms. Gray. She's a professional for crying out loud and the most powerful telepath in existence.

And that's why Kitty can't stop herself from freaking out.

This might be a Code Yellow.

Kitty had to double-check and even triple-check the notes Jean left behind for each code. But it's true. This may very well be a Code Yellow.

In the case any member of the X-Men becomes compromised, a certain code must be executed. Each color refers to the severity of what could occur based on who becomes compromised. It was widely agreed by every member, even Ms. Gray herself, that if Jean is ever comprised, it's an immediate Code Yellow, the most severe case there is. If Jean were to be compromised and manipulated by any means, something that should be an impossibility, it could spell nothing but absolute disaster.

Jean went out to deal with a mutant who can wish for seemingly anything. Even though she prepared, even though she's THE Jean Gray... Code Yellow exists for a reason.

But it can't be... no way a Code Yellow could be called over some kid.

Kitty tapped a finger on the console again, "Shadowcat to Phoenix. Shadowcat to Storm."

Nothing. Not even a ping. It's like their transmitters were completely cut.

And yet, she could see their location. The computer's locator showed both Ms. Gray and Ms. Munroe at the location of the school. They were moving around but not answering their coms. Not only that, it seems like, for some reason, her communication attempts are just failing to reach them. There should be a return ping, even if the other end fails to answer. Now they're on the jet, returning to school, but there is still no way to contact them.

Everything looks fine from a location's point of view, but Kitty's gut is telling her otherwise. Something is wrong, Jean should at least check to see that someone is trying to contact her. That is literally the first thing Ms. Gray told her, always check in on the communication team. Always.

She also reinforced to Kitty, ''If you even think I've been compromised, act, don't hesitate. A Code Yellow is a threat to the world, not only the X-Men.''

It's terrifying to consider. If Jean Gray couldn't stop this kid, no one could, and that might be a simple fact. Jean made it clear herself how dangerous a Code Yellow is. But they are returning, using the same route Jean planned before departing. Everything looks fine. But...

No... something's off.

Kitty's heart felt like it was beating out of her chest. Her mind was going a million miles an hour, trying to make sense of all of this. Her brow was covered in sweat as she paced back and forth across the control room. What would Ms. Gray do in this situation? She'd use her head; she wouldn't just rush in... if something compromised her team members, they could potentially compromise her, which would lead to a Code Yellow and make the situation notably worse. No, she'd think. She'd...

Kitty's eyes shot wide as she stopped dead in her tracks.

Wait.

The brunette girl rushed back to the computer, her ponytail bobbing behind her head as she typed away, searching for the information she needed. She opened the map and then zoomed in. The Blackbird has a specific signal it sends out when it's in flight. Ms. Gray told her that months ago, there's a way to **** a connection, but only admins are allowed to do so, as a code is needed. Kitty wasn't given access, and she already wasted too much time debating with herself to go out and look for someone who did have access, but Ms. Gray also mentioned a way to bypass any code. She told her with a wink and a finger to her lips. As if it were a piece of advice she shouldn't be sharing, but something Kitty might need to know if a certain situation may arise.

As if Jean was willing to let her know in case of an emergency...

Kitty's fingers flew across the keyboard as she followed the process Jean showed her. She hacked into the system, overriding the safety protocols. The screen flashed red, telling her she was being denied. She huffed and tried again, this time with a different approach, but still, the screen flashed red, and frustration grew as she tried to recall the process.

"Come on! Come on!" She cried, typing again, trying a different process this time.

*Ping*

Kitty gasped at the sound and looked up. The screen flashed green, giving her access. Then, the display shifted to a live camera room of the Blackbird's back cabin.

That's when Kitty's gasp of surprise at getting in turned into one of shock at what she saw.

There, on the screen, was Ms. Gray, her body practically naked, save for some ridiculously skimpy lingerie set, a lace bra and thong set, dancing around in front of a pole. She was on a stage, dancing and grinding her ass against the teenager she went to requite. He was currently ramming his dick between Jean's ass cheeks. His cock was absolutely massive, too large for any woman to reasonably take; Kitty could even see a bulge in her teacher's stomach as he thrust to his full length; how was that possible!? Jean moaned over the sound of his grunts but still managed to dance all the same, even if that dick alone. Desperately, Kitty moved the camera to find Ms. Munroe, that's why she's there with Jean, to keep order in case something went wrong.

Which is why when Kitty found her, she just stared there mouth open. She didn't gasp anymore, she didn't shout, she just stood there, staring, unable to understand what her eyes were seeing.

Ms. Munroe was a chair. She was posing like a chair as if she was trying her best to mimic and throne, and she was doing a perfect job at doing so. Crouching at a perfect 90°s, carrying no smile, no frown, no emotion at all. She was nothing but a lifeless object. Her arms were extended to obviously be used as armrests, and her head was propped up, looking at the chaos unfolding before her, but her eyes were glossy to the point that it didn't seem like she even had a mind behind those irises.

"Hey, what was that chime sound?" The boy asked, his dick so deep in Jean's snatch that the bulge pushing against the other end of her wasn't the slightest bit discreet. "That's not part of the music."

"That's.. the sound that plays when someone loads into the cameras," Jean said as casually as ever as if nothing odd was occurring; the only sign that anything was different was that her voice came off as slightly breathless. She kept shaking her fat clapping hips as he fucked her, acting as if his massive dick wasn't inside her.

"What?! Someone can see us?!" He asked, shocked, though not stopping his thrusting.

The redhead shrugged, "Sure," looking back at him, she gave a wink. "Just wait until you're at the school. Lots of people will be keeping an eye on-"

"I wish you'd have a dildo in your mouth, shooting an endless stream of my cum down your throat." He said as he reached up and squeezed one of her massive breasts.

POOF

Jean moaned as a bright blue dildo suddenly appeared in her mouth, forcing her lips open. The toy had a flared head, but it was thick, and it was long. The tip was already in her mouth, pushing down into her throat and forcing her jaw to stretch to accommodate the girth. It pushed her tongue down flat to the bottom of her mouth. She coughed around it, her mouth stretched to the limit with the dildo wedged inside before it began to pump out a steady stream of white liquid. Jean's eyes went wide as the first jet of cum shot directly down into her stomach, her body already reacting to the substance by gulping it down, having no other option. All while her pussy continued to get fucked by a cock way too large to be reasonable.

Then Axel looked up at the camera.

Kitty was broken from her trance by the teen's gaze. She spun around and ran to the communication desk, slamming her finger down on the disconnect button.

"CRAP!!" She cursed once the feed was severed.

Ms. Gray is comprimsed. Ms. Munroe, too.

If Jean can't stop him. If Jean doesn't even realize she's working with him...

'Okay.. okay don't freak out. Calm down. Calm down. Just call a Code Yellow, we prepared for this.'

But before Kitty could do anything, she yelped as a sudden... cloud of smoke erupted behind her, specifically on the computer screen. Her hair breezed around as she turned back, only to gasp aloud. Seeing the camera feed turned back on. How? It took her many failed attempts and a secret told to her by Ms. Gray just to get connected in the first place, and...

"Oh wow, you're cute," Axel said, looking into the camera.

Kitty Pryde ran through the halls (literally as she didn't have time to go around walls), shouting into her earpiece for anyone on coms to pick up. "CODE YELLOW! CODE YELLOW! MS. GRAY IS COMPRIMISED, I REPEAT, MS. GRAY IS COMPRIMISED! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! EVERYONE HURRY TO THE CONTROL ROOM NOW!!!"

The brunette girl rushed past a group of students. Causing a murmur.

"Code Yellow?"

"Isn't that like, really bad?"

"Yeah, like, really bad."

"I think it's the highest level of alert there is."

She ran into and through Jubilee, who was walking around a corner with a handful of books pushing up against her chest. The other girl yelped as Kitty suddenly appeared through a wall and disappeared just as quickly. "Woah, what's going on?"

"Code Yellow!" Kitty turned back, just briefly enough to tell her friend before spinning back around shouting, "Get anyone, ANYONE!"

Kitty was beyond the point of panic, her mind racing with all the possibilities of what could go wrong if a Code Yellow was actually happening. She was heading towards the nearest teacher's office, hoping to get an answer from them as to what to do, and then she would be ready to deal with this.

Emma Frost having just poured a drink for herself, placed the rim of her wine glass to her plush snow-blue lips, her mouth gently mashing against the hard glass, she was about to get a taste when she heard someone burst into her room. Something impossible for most since she was prepared to have personal time and locked the doors.

"MISS FROST!"

Of course. If a mutant has an X-gene that allows them to phase through matter, a simple locked door designed to hold off nuclear blasts wouldn't be enough to keep the privacy she so desired.

The blonde woman sighed, her incredibly massive breasts rising and falling as she did. The wineglass glowed with a blue light and lifted from her hand, moving gracefully over to the bar; she took a breath and readied herself, folding one leg over the other before turning her focus. "Yes, Katherine?" She asked, putting on her best smile, "What's so important that you'd come barging..."

Not bothering to walk within the neat book-shelf walls of Emma's office or around the chairs, Kitty just phased through them, running straight up towards her, shouting, "We have a code ye-"

POOF

Emma just blinked with a frown as Kitty wasn't allowed to finish her sentence. The brunette girl disappeared into a cloud of smoke, leaving her alone. With a sigh, Emma rose to her feet. It looks like she won't be able to relax after all. The woman tapped a hand to her ear, "Frost to X-Men..."

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