Conquering the Cafeteria [-Part 4-]

"Sixty-seven newly enrolled students have been accounted for," Rogue allowed the holographic checkboard to rest on the reflective table before her.

"That's sixty-seven more than we had before," Kurt gave his two sense.

"Yeah..." Rogue quirked her lips after a short eye-roll, "And giving the thirty-three previous and returning seniors, our assembly has grown to a substantial hundred. And for a private school for young mutants, I'd say that's relatively decent."

"Good." Jean nodded in approval and took a few seconds of silence to look down at her own clipboard. Her eyes took a quick moment to glance towards Elizabeth through her peripheral vision. She found herself in an awkward position; as much as she has tried, she cannot get over her sudden disdain towards the British woman. Two females that fight themselves butting heads typically get over their spat after a bout of sex. Which is what would have happened for Jean... If she weren't interrupted by a certain husband, that is. She isn't faulting Scott though, if the roles were reversed, she wouldn't want to see him expose himself in front of half of the team. It makes sense why he did what he did, but she'll still need to have a talk with him. He's not a woman, so he wouldn't exactly know the ins and outs of a post-argument fuck. But usually, both women are so utterly blinded by their lust, they can't recognize anything that's transpiring around them. It can end up being somewhat dangerous, all things considered, so most women have the forethought to get into someplace with privacy. Which, to be fair for Jean's intuition, they were alone before the rest of the team showed up. Scott's assertion into Jean's sudden bout of sex was extremely dangerous on his part. Jean could have critically injured him without being fully aware, it actually took her a solid fifteen seconds for the clouds of lust to part and allow her to recognize her husband's face.

"Now, how many students attended dinner today?" Jean questioned before her silence became too noticeable.

"Hey, don't ask me." Rogue shrugged her slender shoulders. "Ororo was meant to stop by there and take attendance."

Jean frowned. Ororo wasn't known to be late for anything. And entirely missing a meeting without so much as a heads up, or even a text for that matter, isn't ever a topic up for discussion. She brought a hand to her pantie clad crotch and began stroking subtly as she considered her options. "Well, we need an estimate of how much food we'll need to order, so if you could get in touch with her after this, that would be much appreciated." With a pause in her strokes and a glance towards Scott, she added. "I'm going to be a bit busy myself."

Rogue parted her lips to release a sigh, "Sure, it ain't like I had anything planned or whatever."

She was bent over and quite nude save for her bra, resting both her bosom and arms upon the table as yet another student struck her offered buttocks held up in the air as her long legs remained perfectly straight. She felt very exposed, her womanly nexus available for any of her students to view but she wasn't feeling self-conscious. Nudity had never been a taboo for her nor her people and she considered herself quite sexually liberated compared to the average American.

"Oh my God!"

Ororo shook her head slightly, her lips slightly quirked with bemusement. The girl Axel was with was quite loud and it sounded like she was having an orgasm every few minutes. No doubt her womanhood would soon bear his name.

It suddenly occurred to her that she needed to ask him to sign her loins. It had been very good sex.

She was rather vexed to reallize that T'Challa's name should have signed her mons but somehow she had forgotten that important boon to a man's sexual self-regard. Still, he was a good man with plenty of well earned confidence, so the fact that she hadn't declared him her best lover tangibly upon her body, probably did not keep him up at night even if it had been the truth for long years before this very day.

Well, now her pussy would bear Axel's name. The thought was rather titillating. No doubt the boy would appreciate it as infatuated with her as he seemed to be.

"There you go, Ms. Monroe." Said the student who'd rather kindly only given her by now quite raw buttocks a gentle little slap.

She nodded her thanks before placing the moist balled up silk of her panties back into her mouth, sucking on them as was her wont.

As that had been the last female to spank her, Ororo pushed up off the table, feeling her breasts wobble within her loosely clinging brassiere thanks to Axel's playing hands. She fixed herself, standing tall even as she shot an amused glance at the gathering of boys and some girls (including fair dear Jubilee!) who'd taken to loitering in the area to witness her spankings. Under her regal gaze, the majority looked chagrined and made to look elsewhere or play as if they were just having casual conversations nearby. A blushing young lover stepped close and quietly enthused, "Ohmygod St- Oro- Ms. Monroe, that was so..."

Jubilee scrunched up her shoulders and slightly balled her fist, expressively communicating the excitement such a scene had naturally summoned within her cute little body, "...so crazy!"

Ororo finished sucking at her tight little panty-wad and spit it gently into the palm of her hand to tease her lover, "Crazy? I think that's a term best saved for young ladies who take advantage of a proper spanking to let their fingers graze an authority figure's vaginal folds.... hmm?"

"What?! What are you talking about? That's nothing! You had me eat your ass on stage!" Jubilee's hand flew to her mouth as she recalled that there were quite a few students still lingering nearby and were now sending them stunned looks, she laughed entirely unconvincingly, "I mean.. hahah... that's a fun joke, right? No way something like that would happen..."

Ian, a silver haired mutant whose minimal power allowed him to manipulate gravity so that he perpetually floated a few inches off the ground and his long shoulder-length hair floated around his head, interjected dryly, "Something like that happens all the time with Ms. Monroe."

He held his hand out pointedly as Ororo put her panties back into her mouth to suck out what vital juices she could, mostly just saliva at this point.

She let that be her final statement as she had more important things on her agenda than flirting with Jubiliee and creating even more of a stir within the student body. She needed to tell Axel how many spanks she had received and also apologize to him. She headed over to him as Jubilee trailed along behind.

Axel had a small gathering of students around him, enjoying the little show he was inadvertently putting on. Naturally some were already masturbating. She reminded herself of the need to quickly extricate herself from this situation. There was a meeting of X-Men that she was supposed to attend, would that her desire to pick up after these rowdy students hadn't led to her being accosted by the young virile Axel and she would already be there. She did hate to be late.

As she approached to apologize for her earlier behavior, Axel withdrew himself from the girl-no, woman who turned out to be his own mother. He slapped his tremendous member thickly against her buttocks before offering it to his sex **** to fellate.

A pleasurable shudder ran through her at the sight of it, that was the influence of Jane's pink skin. But knowing its origin didn't change the result: Ororo was horny.

The feeling was like descending into a hot, steamy tub of water, and she felt the heat slowly rise up her body as her heart began to pound in time to the arterial beat of that thickly veined cock. Her face felt flushed, and she sensed a cloudiness in her thoughts as the sensual desires of her body were aroused. Her skin felt sensitized, so that even the light shifting of the cool air around her felt like the touch of a thousand light, airy feathers. Her nipples, so recently sprung to taut, engorged prominence, now practically ached for attention.

Down below she felt the need to clench her thighs together as the flow of arousal was so strong and sudden that it honestly felt like she were peeing where she stood.

Axel slapped Jane's cheeks with his massive prick and then each of the long thick tentacles of her mutation sprouting off the back of her bald head, causing them to twitch and writhe and for her to cry out as they were apparently quite erotically sensitive. Then he turned back to his biological mother, hands clutching her soft round buttocks and guiding himself back inside the very womb he had been born from, a son truly coming home...

She was bent over ninety degrees, holding onto the long cafeteria table as he slowly fucked her, keeping the majority of his cock inside her as he bounced his hips off her generous bottom. The woman's panties were haphazardly removed, only half way down her thighs, stretched out as she spread her legs wide for his girthy entry.

Ororo couldn't help but be affected by the awesome sight of the boy's mammoth tool. It was such a juxtaposition, his slim unmuscular youthful form and that outrageously large member. She simply loved to compliment his cock, even if only in her own mind. She found herself recalling the penises of her most well hung lovers. Both T'Challa and Logan were a shorter than the lanky youth in height, but both of them were built with thick corded muscles that put Axel to shame. This made it all the more amusing and actually somewhat arousing that his penis made their manhoods look like that of prepubescent boys. Soft their uncircumcised members looked pathetic compared to Axel's, like diminutive sleeves dangling flaccid around their shy penises while Axel's huge domineering tool always showed it's pussy conquering girth, it's wide flaring glans.

Her arrival caused a few students to take notice and step to the side. One of them was Kitty Pryde, her hand slipping back into her unzipped jeans as she watched Axel put on his 'show'. The front of her jeans were dark with her arousal, the stain extending down her left pant-leg. If not for the erotic scene taking place before her and Jane's inappropriate use of her mutant powers at her master's behest, one would have thought Kitty had had an 'accident'. The petite brunette's teeth sunk slightly into her lower lip very reminiscently to the way she'd noticed Jubilee sometimes did when ogling Ororo's body.

There was a low hum of conversation taking place that was only audible over the loud passionate cries of Axel's mother because Ororo was right next to the participants.

"You know what I like about it?"

"That it's roughly the size of a barge?"

Laughter: "No! It's like the platonic ideal of cocks!"

"What? That all other dicks are just imperfect forms of? Ha. A lot of guys are falling way short!"

Another pair of girls were also talking about Axel's endowment, no surprise there, as appreciation for his magnificent tool was a common topic of conversation for women, no less than their mutual desire to experience its bountiful seed on their skin and to sneak a taste of that thick life-giving substance.

"It is so big. Like biggest ever! That has to be his mutation, right? I mean, I heard he's been laying that thing down ALL DAY! Not just the show in the auditorium..."

"No, he's Imogene's brother. He's normal, no x-gene-"

"He is NOT normal- well, not in his pants anyway..."

A fluttering of gossamer beautifully colored wings signaled Pixie's arrival at Ororo's side. She was a slight ethereal beauty with short vibrant pink hair, pure black eyes, and butterfly-like rainbow wings gracing her back that her clothes were custom tailored to accommodate. "What was it like, Ms. Monroe? Having sex with it-him?"

Ororo had time to gather her thoughts as she popped her crumpled panties back into her mouth and sucked on them a bit, the girl waiting for her to respond patiently.

Reaching between her lips with thumb and forefinger, she pulled the newly moistened garment out and said, "Well, Megan, a simple answer would be: rather wonderful, very sexually gratifying.
Hmmm... It's hard to put into words but let's see.... nothing makes you feel more feminine, nothing feels more primally satisfying, than being helplessly impaled on a long. Thick. Hard. Cock."

"Wow." was Megan's simple response.

Ororo was having trouble concentrating on anything but the massive, obscene love tool steadily pumping away at a happy, messy pussy before her. The very sight of it filled her with the most unsettling kind of stirrings, and a feeling of profound...emptiness...that would have shook her to her core...but she could hardly pay it any attention as she had a goal she needed to achieve before she beat a hasty retreat from this most enticing tableau.

She pressed through the throng of students, even more boys had unleashed their modest penises and were stroking them as they watched. Imogene was fully nude and teasing two, leaning her curvy body forward as she used her power to draw out copious amounts of pre-ejaculate in two dancing strings in the air before they crossed paths and lubricated the other's shaft for smoother masturbation, much to their mutual discomfort though they seemed to appreciate the busty elfin beauty's attention all the same.

From the other side two young students greeted and got Axel's attention before Ororo could.

"Hey sex-friend!" declared Yukio with her customary friendly enthusiasm, her arm wrapped around her girl-friend, Ellie who only had a dour expression for Axel.

Sweat beading his brow from his steady exertion, Axel replied, "Ah... Hey there, sexy Asian girl... Ha Sonic-chick? You here to have me sign your pussy?"

Negasonic Teenage Warhead, a moniker which Ororo was quite sure the X-trainee had chosen as pointed critique about the absurdity of their code-names, made an expression of raised eyebrows, staring eyes, and pursed lips that somehow silently conveyed her utter disdain and complete non-interest in Axel's question that was all the answer he should ever need.

Yukio giggled behind her hand and gently slapped at Axel's shoulder even as he slowly drove his mammoth shaft in and out of his gasping, whining, and shuddering mother, "You're so silly, Axel!" She held up her fingers and a sparkle of shining electricity danced around them, "I'm her girl-friend and while I don't have a great big futanari cock like yours, I can directly stimulate her nerve endings with my Kazap! You can't defeat me, villain! She's mine! Achaa!"

Axel laughed good-naturedly, shaking his head as if in mild disbelief as he continued his steady experienced plunging of his mother's pussy, casually reaching out and groping both Yukio and Ellie's modest chests as he did so.

Ororo took advantage of the lull in conversation to press in close.

"Axel. And you must be his mother-" she delivered a quick sharp slap to her backside in greeting well aware that she was in no state to respond but one should always be polite, "It's nice to meet you. You've raised a... remarkable son."

"Ah! Ah! So good! So big! Fuuuuuk YES!" was her natural completely oblivious response.

"Axel. I'm sorry for trying to put you into your place. That was uncalled for as you're not one of my students and it's not my place to do that." Ororo couldn't resist glancing at Axel's mother, a not so subtle hint as to whose responsibility it really should have been to discipline and teach him, but her focus quickly moved back to him, "Now just so you know... I was just spanked thirty-seven times for each young woman here."

What could she be doing?' Jean thought to herself with her hand resuming its efforts on her crotch.

'I dunno,' Scott's mental voice shocked her out of rubbing herself. 'But are you going to put on the rest of your clothes.' His eyes were locked onto her breasts, which were resting gently within her bra. Rising and falling with each intake of air.

'At this point, I see no reason too, they've already seen much more.' Honestly, watching her squeeze her busty body into her skin-tight jumpsuit would be more arousing than her sitting around in her bra and panties.

'I guess,' Scott mentally sighed.

'Hey, I'm sorry okay? You know it's a normal thing for women to do, so you really shouldn't be upset.'

'Yeah, well, excuse me for not wanting my beautiful wife to have sex in front of our friends. I'm completely fine with you settling your argument, just not in front of everyone. And especially during a meeting in which we all need your assistance.'

'Speaking of meeting,' Jean used that as a reason to shift from their current conversation. "Okay, so we'll need to delegate the students and courses to each of you here. Now, last year, Rogue, Hank, Ororo, and Logan, were in charge of running the upper students through the danger room and assisted in honing their individual abilities. So this year, we will begin a rotation."

"Oh hell no!" Logan slammed his fist against the table, creating an ever so slight crack into the mechanical interphase. "I'm not going to teach any of those irrelevant prerequisite classes."

"Yes, you will." Jean calmly spoke.

"The professor-"

"The professor put me in charge, and it's only far that we switch things up." Jean crossed her arms under her chest, which had the unintended effect of pushing her cleavage into a much more presentable position.

"W.. What..." Logan was momentarily distracted by the massive bosom before him. "What's the point of those fucking classes anyway? Who comes here to learn Algebra nine or English seven-teen!?"

A green gloved hand rested on Logan's shoulder, "Hey, it's fine." Rogue said. "This school is a replacement for a regular university; we need to make sure they have a grasp on the more practical things of life."

Logan just grunted as he realized he wouldn't be winning any arguments here.

"And as for the group that will assist in honing the student's X-Gene's." Jean continued, "It will be Kurt, Elizabeth, Scott, and myself. During classes, we will separate the students by gender."

Kurt stifled a chuckle, "Yeah, we don't want to risk anything spicy happening 'eh?"

"Uhhhh.." Jean weighed the thought in her head. "More or less, yeah."

"Oh, please. A school full of attractive and developing teenagers... Intermingling with each other day in and day out.." The sarcasm in Rogue's voice was apparent as she rested her elbows against the table. "What could possibly happen?"

"So, do you have any like- opinion on how I should do this?" Axel glanced up towards Ororo- Or at least attempted to as she towered over his crouched figure, with her massive bra-clad breasts being a prominent obstruction.

She smiled down at his courteous gesture, most men would be uncaring upon being graced with this opportunity of a lifetime. But, most of the time, no woman ever cares about the specifics of how a name is marked on their warm sex. "I don't have any particular preference, no. Just, however you want Axel."

She couldn't help but drop her gaze from his face to the enormous white phallus that was hanging between his thighs as he squat down there. So much of him there, that it nearly made contact with the floor. As Ororo stared a thick bead of pearly white precum pushed past his slit, forming into a fat droplet that jiggled precariously for a heart-stopping moment before Axel's movements sent it falling to the ground, leaving a long, silvery thread back to his glistening cockhead.

Ororo'd like nothing more than to bend down and drink from that amazing python like a kid at a water hose but then she'd be unable to resist rubbing it all over her face and breathing in its thick masculine scent... She had little doubt what would happen then. She'd be on her back getting pounded to another heavenly climax within minutes. Hmmm... just minutes and she could have that massive cock deep, so deep in her hungry wet pussy again... mmmm..

She tore her gaze away, looking at the ceiling, biting her lip. She wasn't able to resist sliding her naked foot forward without looking though...

Oh so nice... she felt a line of Axel's arousal grace her limb. And she managed to avoid kicking his penis without looking too.

"Wow, thanks!" Axel tapped the marker against the bridge of his lip. "Now, how am I going to do this." As he stared directly towards Ororo's exposed bottom lips. For a fraction of a moment, she thought of how quickly her life has shifted today. She wouldn't say anything has derailed, far from it! Hell, things feel like they're finally picking up. After years of a life, she believed was perfect, who would have guessed that a completely normal boy who wasn't even sent an invitation to the school would be the one to mark her pussy?! Even the great T'Challa hasn't managed such a feat. Though it's a bit strange that only now does she have the urge to-

"Stop 'Hummming' like- What the hell are you even doing?" The voice of Axel's sister broke into Ororo's internal thoughts, and she took a glace away from Axel's hanging member to eye Imogene. "You're not crafting the perfect piece of art or anything, just hurry up and sign me already!" She was idly groping her mother's wide rump while giving her own perky nipples multiple pinches with her free hand. She seemed to have lost interest in the two boys though they hadn't in her, having drifted closer hands still pumping their rather ordinary cocks. Ororo frowned, not sure it was strictly appropriate for all these students to still be touching themselves as Axel was hardly putting on a show at the moment.

"Someone must be impatient," Ororo inquired, ignoring her concern for now. "Though I hardly blame her."

"Oh, Imogene? She can wait," Axel leaned in to press the black marker against Ororo's brown skin.

"I've been waiting while you were fucking Mom!"

"Ughhh!" Axel groaned, his marker gripped hand retracted ever so slightly. Ororo couldn't help but grin at the siblings' squabble. It's nice to see them acting like brothers and sisters typically do, despite the current situation. It helps to bring some form of familiarity to this otherwise completely normal situation. "Jane fucking... Fucking shove Imogene's face into Mom's ass so she can shut up."

"Yes Master!" Jane flashed a perverted smile before she turned on her friend.

"Hey don't-" Was all Imogene was able to get out before the **** of Jane's hands, and the sensual pillowy-ness of her own mother's ass brought her to a moaning stillness.

The mother, for her part, was brought to her own silence, as the **** of Axel's relentless fucking has caused her to effectively pass out on the table, with the woman's large tit's serving as her own cushions.

"Alright, where were we? Nahh, I'm just kidding, I didn't forget. How could I?" Axel pressed forward and collided the marker with the dark-skinned woman's pussy. Due to the amount of sexual sweat that was forming through her pores, the marker slid against her skin fluidly. The combination of her natural arousal and Jane's mutant genes has caused both her and everyone in the cafeteria to be sent into horniness levels of unnatural degrees.

It didn't help that her lovely Jubilation had just stepped up against Ororo's exotic backside; with the younger woman pressing her crotch into Ororo's bubbly posterior

Jane's abilities are really something, she was and can affect a grown mutant; hell, a whole room of mutants. That is something that could definitely cause trouble down the line if it goes unkempt. Especially when her abilities are under the control of a perverted young man. But that bridge will be crossed when it comes.

"Almost done..." Axel deeply inhaled Ororo's crotch and whispered unto her skin. If the markers methodic movements weren't enough, his breath would have definitely brought her to her knees. But their positioning caused her to hold her ground since if the grown woman allowed her self to collapse in the heat of lust, he bending knees would most certainly knock the well-hung teen out cold.

As he was making the finishing touches on her pussy. Ororo began to stroke her thighs against each other. With Jane's passive lust field, it took all of Ororo's will power to avoid spreading her legs to allow Axel's massive member free reign on her folds. As much as she would enjoy passing out in sexual bliss, just as Axel's mother had. She has a meeting to attend, and having her reputation tarnished because of a normal interaction with Axel isn't something she'd like to have on her record.

The young man had his tongue peeking out the corner of his lips, with his eyes squinted to such a degree one wouldn't be surprised to assume that he has an eye for art. And, with the size of his girthy length, he must have written his name on a multitude of women by now; obviously, he knows what he is doing.

"Are you done yet??!" Imogene's question shook Axel out from his zen state.

"Jane!" He whipped his head around, "I told you to keep her face-"

"She needed air Master," The pink skin girl tilted her head. "Did you not want me to let her breath?"

"I- Eh' what the fuck? Of course I do, I don't want you to suffocate my fucking sister. Wha- You would have done that to your best friend if I told you to?"

"No she wouldn't!" Imogene took deep breaths of fresh - well as fresh as the air of a sex-filled room could be - air, causing her ample rack to rise and fall. Each intake of air caused her breasts to press into her mother's thick thighs.

"Well, he is my master, so..."

"Jesus." Imogene and Axel muttered simultaneously. The former was grimacing as the grip Jane had on Imogene's blond hair seemed to be reasonably tight.

Axel turned to Ororo and with a question. "What would you have done if I told Jane to suffocate my sister?"

Ororo would love to amuse these teens, but alas, there is a preverbal timer that has long since gone off. Really, the only reason she's still her is due to Axel's leisurely efforts in signing her pussy. "Well... I'm almost any reasonable case; it would be cause for alarm. But if you were to give the order, I guess that's just entirely normal, and I wouldn't want to intervene."

His mouth fell open as if something she said was surprising in any way, she was just honest. Plain and simple. "But you're a superher- Like- Eh... Okay, sorry, I'm just... Not used to how much power I have. You know?"

"Sure," She humored him. It's genuinely amusing how he believes that he has an x-gene of some kind, though, the size of his shaft is definitely something special, to say the least.

"Fuckin hell, maybe I shouldn't bother you guys too much, who knows, lives might be at stake... Huh.." The pent-up fire in his eyes was clearly beginning to diminish. Ororo hoped that meant Axel would hurry up and allow her to go on her merry way. "Okay... Whatever that was a real eye-opener, you know. I gotta watch what I say... Anyway." He turned back to Ororo, much to her appreciation. As he finished writing, she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning. With all the onlookers around, she definitely did not want to be seen as some slut to the new students. Especially since their eyes would either be on her exotic underwear-clad figure or Axel's throbbing member. It's a fifty-fifty chance whether they're looking at her or not.

"Okie, I'm done." He stepped back and rose up to his feet. "You can go to your thing or whatever. I don't care."

She smiled towards him, and brought a hand to his cheek, "Thank you, Axel. If I didn't have a place to be, I would love to spend time with you." That's when she felt Jubilation's arms wrap around her waist as the younger woman pressed herself against Ororo's rear end. Clearly, she was feeling ever so jealous. Ororo would love to allow her younger lover to moleste her developed body in whatever way she desired. But making their relationship known isn't on her to-do list as of yet.

"I will see you later," Ororo said, her gaze transfixed on the boy's cock as opposed to his face.

As she turned to leave, she noticed the assortment of students that have essentially surrounded them. Ororo strode towards the exit, with her arm around Jubilation's shoulders as she guided the young woman along with her.

She spotted Negasonic and Yukio, who has backed away from the front of the crowd. Negasonic had her arms crossed with a frown pasted to her face, while Yukio was clearly enjoying the sight, rubbing her lithe body against Negasonic's sturdy frame. Perhaps they didn't want to be too close to Axel, and thus the perverted field that surrounded him. Though she has a feeling that Yukio wouldn't care to get involved with Axel. With the look on her face and the way Negasonic passively stood as Axel groped her chest earlier, it seems as though she is entirely unamused by his antics. Even though her nipples are clearly erect and poking into her t-shit. Apparently, her body is saying yes, while her mind says no. It's a shame. She's so rigid that even though she had sex with the best cock Ororo has ever seen, she still too stubborn to admit it and allow Axel to sign her pussy. Clearly, the tough teen has a soft side since she has such a bubbly girlfriend.

No matter, Axel might end up breaking through to her eventually. But for now, she has a meeting to attend. Hopefully, she's not ridiculously late.

Wanda Maximoff skimmed a red-gloved hand down the back of her draped jacket, while her other stroked between her legs as she was deep in thought She looked on towards the passing patrons, eyeing them one by one. Looking... Scanning, for someone with an agenda. Someone who could and is hiding someone. And preferably, someone who has the talented ability to look, act, and sound like anyone they desire. Basically, a shapeshifter, for all intents and purposes.

"Who would have guessed... That finding a shapeshifter... Would be hard!!"

"I did, and I specifically recall telling you beforehand." Wanda's fixated eyes never moved from the crowd as she addressed her brother.

"I'll be honest, I do only pay attention to what you have to say six times out of ten." Pietro extended his jaw out in an audible yawn.

"Likewise,"

"Huh?" He questioned.

"What?" She countered.

"Ohh, I see your point." He took a swig from his plastic container of soda, "Aw, fu- I'm all out, Ah well I'll just-"

"No," Wanda peaked over to him through the corner of her eye. "That's your fourth bottle, you'll be fine. Or just drink water, not soda! Why do you even think that- That's not someone one should drink when they're thirsty."

"Excuse me, but who's the one here that needs extra energy to coincide with their super speed abilities? Yes, that's what I thought."

Her eyes instinctively rolled in a familiar motion "Stop using your gift as an excuse to consume copious amounts of junk food. It's gonna end up slowing you down one day."

"Oh, just you wait. The moment's going to arise, and I will prove just how fast I am." He nodded in affirmation. "But until then, I'm going to get another bottle of-"

"No seriously don't," Wanda conjured a glowing red wall to intercept Pietro's leave, causing the silver-haired speedster to bonk his face against the solid particles of energy. "We're undercover, remember?" With a tech superstore of this caliber, it's reasonably crowded, to say the least. Clearly something Misteque was banking on. It's close to the point where the abundance of patrons is both hindering and assisting them in their mission.

"Yeah, but you made us invisible!"

"We're not invisible."

"Oh? Really?" Pietro sped towards a teen who was very interested in a computer case that was sitting on display. He had his eyes glued on a pamphlet describing the case in more detail. Pietro slid his white-gloved hand between the teen's face and his item on interest. "Yeah," Pietro confirmed as he waved his hand in front of the boy's face, "Invisible... Or look at this!" He zoomed over to a young woman that was crouched down with bent knees. She was studying a rack of boxed studio headphones. Moving his hand, he took hold of the burnet's hair, which was tied up in a ponytail, and casually dropped it back onto her shoulder. "If this isn't being invisible, then we're definitely unnoticeable!"

"I didn't make anyone invisible, I don't think I'm capable of doing that. I shifted reality around us into one where we're not present, or nonexistent."

"Nonexistent?"

"Yes,"

"So basically," He hummed the thought over. "Invisible."

Wanda stared at her brother for five solid seconds before she parted her red lips and let out a sigh, "Sure, whatever... But I only converted the reality around us, definitely not the entire shopping center. You wander far away from me, and everyone's going to realize that Quicksilver is in the same room as them, then rightly freak out."

"So what you're saying is... I can only get soda... If you go-"

"Shut up."

"What?"

"Shut up," Wanda repeated, her attention suddenly on something much more pressing.

Pietro recognized his sister's serious tone of voice, and he turned to attempt to spot whatever caught her gaze. "You found her?"

"Big man, dark hair, sunglasses. You see him, right?"

"Dress pants?"

Wanda paused and eyed the man in silence for a few moments. "Yes,"

"Okay," The speedster clenched his fists. "Are you sure though? Last time we saw her, she was a blondie."

"I'm confident this person has... He has memories... Memories he shouldn't have, working undercover, for some organization... Being trained in multiple martial arts... Either he's an undercover Shield agent, he works for Hydra, or he's actually a she in disguise."

"Well, when have you ever been wrong?"

"I mean..." Wanda began to feel slightly less sure of herself. "I'm no telepath, I can only sense things in people, not read them like a book." She scratched her arm aimlessly.

"And what do you feel?"

"I sense that person has bad intentions."

"That's good enough for me," The silver-haired superhero shrugged, "Drop the inviso-field, I'm rushing in."

It happened in a second, Wanda blinked for a moment, as she released her presence on the reality around her. Pietro flashed forward in a mix of blue and white light. His movements caused a gust of wind to stirrup dust, knock over the girl who was looking headphones and completely topple over a rack of SD cards and flash drives.

Oh, this is the worst place for a fight to go down, the amount of property damage that could be caused here would take quite a dent out of the taxpayers' pockets. And it would create fuel for yet another batch of people to complain about crime-fighting taxes being unlawful.

The dark-haired man was sent crashing into a self of computer batteries, causing the whole stand to topple over due to the weight of two grown men. Wanda lost sight of them as they rolled over into another aisle. She took a step forward when a light flash momentarily distracted her.

"Really?" She saw a teen with his phone out, having just taken a picture of her.

"Oh.. My god! It's the Scarlet Witch!" He quickly took another photo with a grin plastered on his face. "I never thought I would actually- Wait, is there an avengers' villain here? Are we in danger?!"

"You will be if you don't distract me."

"You're the one that let me distract you." He said as he flashed his phone camera again.

She was about to send out a retort when she realized, he was absolutely right, she should have ignored his presence entierly. In her defense, most of the missions she has had in the past consisted of her taking on a massive threat in an open area, so she would rarely find herself interacting with bystanders.

Wanda turned to follow after her brother when a bright flash made her jump in surprise, even causing her breasts to bounce within her corset.

"Gottem! Or Her..." Pietro stood beside her, holding the potential threat in his grip. The dark-haired man had his hands restrained behind his back. "Thanks for the help by the way."

"Yeah..." Wanda sighed, "No pro-"

Before the red witch could mutter a response, the newly captured man began converting and contorting to a much thicker and obese man. So overweight, in fact, Pietro had to adjust his grip on the fly, which gave the now confirmed shapeshifter the opportunity to transform a second time.

One moment there was a large man, the next a petite girl. She performed a horizontal somersault around the speedster's legs and, once behind him, lashed out, colliding her foot with his shin.

Pietro grunted out in sudden pain, as the petite girl seemed to dance around the air as if she were tied down by an entirely different **** of gravity. Landing on his knee, Pietro clenched his ankle, while the acrobatic girl leaped over his head. She quickly shapeshifted back into the dark-haired man whist midair and brought her leg back to kick the superhero with the **** of an individual who must have practiced that very move multiple times.

Especially since the man's leg collided directly with Pietro's chin. The **** sending him flying into a self of boxed circuit boards, where he toppled over it and dropped like a heap in the following aisle.

With all of this happening in less than a couple of seconds, Wanda shook her head and began to sprint around the shelf to support her brother. As she hurried over, Wanda clenched her palms together and began to generate a reddish aura of rippling energy. Spinning around her cover, the witch was prepared to release a **** of energy on Pietro's attacker when she paused almost instantly. Her arms ached downwards ever so slightly, and the red glow resonating through her fists dimmed and flickered out entierly.

Laying in a pile of broken computer parts, Wanda's jaw dropped open as she laid her eyes on two identical copies of her brother.

What the hell?

All this power and I used it to... To...

"Master, are you feeling okay?" Jane asked as she **** Imogene face into the crack of Mom's ass cheeks.

Mom began to regain more consciousness after her impromptu fuck-sesh with her son. As she lifted her face off the dining table, a sticky string of saliva connected her lips to the puddle of drool on the table she left behind. "Yeah...... Are you okay sweety? I told you, with how active you've been today, you really should eat some actual food." Mom had a concerned look on her face and completely ignored that her daughter's head was jutting into her juicy rump.

"That's not the reason... Well, okay, maybe that's a contributing factor... H- Hey! Wait, Jane, you can help! I think... Maybe."

"I can?" She tilted her head and leaned into Imogene's face, pressing her in farther.

"Yes, I'm just feeling a bit guilty and shit. And honestly, I just want to fuck a bit more. Is there a way you could make me confident while keeping everyone horny?"

"Of course!" Jane's two tentacles sprang with a life of their own. She wrapped them around my arm and legs and closed her eyes. I noticed her pink-skinned tentacles begin to resonate and glow with a faint purple aura. Her two strands messaged and rubbed my arm and inner tight gently, as I felt her purple essence sink into my skin. And almost instantly, I began to feel less and less guilty with the second, and much more dominant as a result.

What should I be guilty of anyway? It's not like I never tried to get help, I tried being the good guy earlier, and if anything, I deserve this moment. Besides, what's anyone gonna do anyway? Think that this isn't normal? Ha! I'm surrounded by horny teens, I should be fucking bitches to the point where I'm as tired out as Mom.

Stepping away from Jane's grip, I offered her a smile, "Thanks! You're a great ****."

Jane's face beamed from my praise, "Anything for you, master!"

"Alright!" I clapped my hands together, with my penis not quite ready to call it a night. "Mommy, can you help Jane keep Imogene distracted with your sexy ass?"

"Honey, I was about to ask her to stop." Mom began to lean up from her splayed position on the tabletop. "It's a bit uncomfortable, and an awkward position for a daughter to be in."

"MmmMm!" Imogene moaned from between my mother's butt cheeks.

"I don't care if it's weird for you!" I said with much more confidence than I'm used to. "You're gonna do whatever the fuck I want from now on, it's normal for you to help Jene with what I told her to do."

"Well," Mom pondered my words as if she actually had a choice in the matter. "I guess you're right this once, but I would appreciate if you watch how you speak to your mother." She said as she leaned her elbows on the table and spread her legs out. Giving Jane more room to push her daughter into her butt. "Now, young lady, make sure to rub Imogene's head up and down my ass. So she can get her face all in there, okay?"

"Yes, Mam," Jane responded, as is the way all young women should obey their elders in this new fucked up world I created.

Co-Written by Dogdog