But not necessarily a catfight

Ethan was beyond excited: 10 minutes in the X-mansion and he had a slutily dressed asian with a killer body and hot accent dropped in his lap. He couldn't wait for the half hour mark. But he was determined to enjoy himself here, take his time and savor each moment, he'd blown through all the really kinky stuff in his hometown in just a few months. The visit from Jean and Scott really was a godsend.

He hopped back on the examination chair, "Have a seat, Psylocke was it? Jean can keep running her tests while we chat." Betsy slid easily into the chair, her broad smile at odds with her otherwise serene movements. Jean fumed, inadvertently rattling a nearby tray of instruments. She was awfully attentive for someone who simply found Ethan handsome, at least to her Ethan was charming.

'Slut.'

Betsy glared at her but her eyes quickly found themselves back on Ethan, devoting time equally between his face and cock, which Ethan seemed to have 'accidentally' positioned to give her the best view of. Jean wished he would point his cock at her like that... wait, what the fuck? What the hell kind of a thought was that?

"So Ethan, you know a little about me, what's your story? I can guess at your mutation but I imagine I would have recognized such a handsome boy around here before, did you just arrive?"

Ethan smiled pleasantly, "I did. Jean and Scott came to grab me, we had a lot of fun on the trip back."

"Is that so." Betsy's face didn't change but Jean could feel the judgement rolling her in waves.

'Please, as if you're in any position to talk.'

"Yeah, so there's a couple things I want to go over with you Psylocke, before we get into any... y'know what, I have a better idea." Betsy looked confused, Jean could tell she was still suffering the whiplash from how quickly her attitude had changed back in the hallway. And since Jean still wasn't letting her read either her or Ethan's mind, she was totally in the dark. She smirked as Ethan continued, "I'll guess some things about you and they'll be true."

Psylocke quirked her head, frowning at Jean's sinister smile, "Are you a telepath of some kind? You're going to read my history?"

"Nope, I'm going to give you your history. For starters: you will never hurt me or wish me harm. In fact, you'll do your best to protect me from any threats you perceive."

Betsy blinked but nodded earnestly, "Of course Ethan, I'd never let anything happen to you."

"That's good to hear. Second, you seem pretty into me but I just want to make sure: you really like me, something about me just makes you happy, like a highschool crush." Betsy blushed hard, glancing down, "And third..." He regarded her, a smile creeping onto his face, "When I first saw you I definitely thought you were an asian slut, like a cosplayer or something, and I thought 'man, what I wouldn't do to sink my cock in her tight little ass. So that's what you want to be, don't you? My little anal slut?"

Contrary to a moment ago, Betsy blanched, her face going pale as the words left his mouth, "Y... you're a psychic. Or a controller of some kind. You're trying to change me..." Jean readied herself, unsure if Psylocke would somehow be able to shake Ethan's control where she hadn't.

Ethan didn't seem phased, raising his hands bashfully like a child caught reaching for the cookie jar, "You got me. Is it working?"

To Jean's relief, Betsy smirked, "Not one bit."

She adjusted herself in her seat, pale face regaining its flush. Ethan grinned: he never had told her to be honest. The way people responded to his power in different ways was half the fun, it seemed like Betsy wanted to play coy and she was way better at it than dealing with her "crush" on him alone. Interesting. Alright then, if that's how she wanted it to be, that's how he'd play it.

Jean squinted at the English-woman-in-a-Japanese-woman's-body. Was she stupid? Had she somehow resisted Ethan's last command? A peek into Ethan's psyche revealed the truth and she was slightly disappointed: she really wanted Ethan to put Psylocke in her place. He glanced back at her, 'Don't worry about it Jean, we'll get there. You're still my main-chick. For now.'

His thoughts filled her with relief and happiness, as well as foreboding: For now? Then she realized she was being silly: she was married for one thing and why would she care that Ethan has other sexual conquests? If anything she should be happy he was planning on screwing his way through the entire mansion. She shivered, counting herself among Ethan's "conquests" made her feel so helpless. And therefore horny.

"Alright Betsy, I can see you're out of my league, hey at least we can still be friends." Psylocke raised an eyebrow and inclined her head in agreement. Ethan didn't need to be a mindreader to see that she thought he'd cave first, "Hey Jean, I think it's about time for that stress test you wanted to run."

Jean looked at him blankly for about a second before her face lit up like it was Christmas morning, "Right you are Ethan, hop on up!" Ethan slid out of the chair, turning so that his cock brushed over Psylocke's naked thigh. She shivered and closed her eyes for a moment before plastering her smile back on and beaming up at him. He was looking at Jean, who looked positively giddy as she pulled a lever on the back of the examination chair, lowering it about two feet so that it was level with Betsy's. Then she shucked her lab coat and sat down.

Betsy looked confusedly between the two smiling mutants, neither of whom acknowledged her. None of her questions were answered as Jean reached back and pulled another lever, dropping the back of the seat so that she laid flat, and then scooted up so that her head was hanging over the table.

"Something interesting that I've noticed about my 'mutation' is that the more times I fuck someone, the more able to... receive me they become. I think its got something to do with exposure to my semen. As you can imagine, the first time is usually pretty hard on the girl but Jean took it like a champ on the plane." Jean beamed as Ethan stepped around the table, cock bouncing pendulously as it began to harden, "But I've never had the chance to check it with a medical professional. I guess you're pretty close Jean, so tell me: are'ya ready?"