A truce, a plan.

Passing by the bridge that helped cross a small creek in the park, Jean had to stop for a moment, looking flushed as she leaned against the railing to keep her balance. Squirming her legs together as she bit her lip and fluttered her eyes to something that left her husband confused.

"You okay Jean?"

"Hmm? Oh yes Scott... I guess the heat's getting to me."

Looking around the park, and then up to the shining sun, it wasn't that hot at all, if anything it felt like a pretty mild day. Yet still, his wife gasped and wiped her brow as if it was the hottest day of summer. When the woman smiled and tossed her long red hair over her shoulder, Jean looked revitalized and snaked her muscular arm around his, leaning her head over his shoulder as she pulled him on to continue their trek through the park.

"ALL better! Come on, we've got to meet Storm right?"

"Yeah... She didn't answer her phone when we woke up this morning."

"Oh I'm sure she's fine, just like we are."

*

Meanwhile... Back at the greenhouse...

Thunder rolled through the green house as storm clouds continued to build, drizzling rain down on the tropical plants and increasing the humidity and generating a thick fog that made everything obscured. At the heart of the green house, grunting and moaning out loud were the culprits creating such precipitation. Laying on their backs and slick with both sweat and moisture, the two mini-giantesses scissors each other furiously! Their vision blurred from the muggy weather and the heat of the moment as the two were already into their fifth orgasm and fought for a sixth.

"AAAGGGHH... He's MINE Storm! Ju-Just get outta the way and y-you can ogle him from afar as ah make him... Him the biggest stud on Krakoa."

"And turn him into a slab of beef while you are AAAAH... At it!" Moaned Storm, her eyes glowing as the rain dribbled down her skin. Hefting one of her breasts she brought her thumb sized nipple to her pursed lip to suck and lick at, the action making her see stars as she ground against her competitor for her husband. "I would bear him a family. a HUGE family... One thAT WOULD RIVAL ANY DYNASTY!!!"

"Ah'm Not in the mood to be a fucking soccer mom like YOU sugah!" Gasped Rogue, she didn't know how or why she was so sensitive everywhere but it was like an addiction now. All she could think about was if this was mind-blowing than being with Scott was going to cause her nervous system to go haywire! She WANTED that! NEEDED that! but Storm's words hit at something she didn't know was there before. Gasping out loud with her eyes unfocussed, Rogue envisioned herself with Scott. The two of them were mountains of power and muscle... And so where their farm hand kids. The idea of becoming the mother of Scott's children set a fire in her belly and it was only growing hotter. "He's MINE Sugah!"

"He's MINE!" Growled Ororo, tossing her hair behind her until it looked like a sheet of snow over the stony rocks behind her. She was awash on the tide of lust throwing her back and forth, grinding against her rival for Scott's affection. Rogue's ambitions didn't hold a candle to hers, if Anne Marie had her way, her Scott would be a compared to an ox, a beast of burden meant only to pull heavy objects. SHE was going to give his life comfort and insurance. But then again... Rogue had a point. Had the two of them grew too large they'd be immobile, and unhealthy. She wanted him comfortable, but her Scott was a man of action. Was there a way? A compromise?

"He's MINE Sugah!"

"He's... He's... OURS!"

With a combined cry of sexual release, the two women collapsed into a sweaty, slick heap on the floor, panting and swooning as they were left unable to process anything for a solid minute as they regained their wits and slowly separated from each other. Shivering from micro-orgasms, Rogue rolled onto her side, completely unaware of Storm moving to lay beside her and pull the southern beauty close to make out with.

"He's MINE Storm!"

"He's OURS Rogue... Why do we fight over the man we both love? He loves us both... And Jean, for his reasons. We can share him, together, as sisters."

Swooning into Storm's lips, Rogue rolled back onto her back and squirmed. The idea was tempting, especially now. She didn't know what was causing it but she felt she'd explode if she didn't have Scott there to put out her fire, at some point sooner or later they would be **** to take turns... Id they weren't already. They'd butt into each other's time with the man, it was only fair they'd share him together.

"Sister wives to our big'ol husband. Fine then... But ahm gonna compete for who's gonna get'em tonight!"

"Hmm..." Smirked Ororo, tapping her lip with her finger. "What if we..."

At that moment the doors to the green house opened, with a rush of hot and humid air escaping and leaving the whoever came in to pause and waft their hand over their face to brush the fog from their eyes.

"Ororo? Are you in here? You didn't return your call this morning!"