Dec 5th: The X-Men Car Wash

There was no tweet, no press release, no grand announcement. Just a single sign.

And now there was traffic as far as the eye could see to get in.

“-I’m here Live with Channel 6 News!” Said the woman in a yellow sports blazer, rushing into the scene with cameraman in tow, “For the biggest impromptu event in Central Park’s history! Men and women are lining up further than the eye can see to get their cars onto 47th street! Let’s see what they’re all excited for, shall we?”

As they approached and fought through the crowd, the event finally became clear.

The X-Men were throwing a classic sexy car wash.

Hot summer sun was beaming its warming rays down, the light beams seemed to glide off of so many beautiful wet bodies that wore such tiny clothes. A boombox was sitting nearby sending out funky beats for the beautiful day’s festivities. No one was unhappy, just smiles and cheers as the various different bodies got to work to clean the myriad of cars driving up to get washed.

There were about somewhere close to twenty different stations, all taking up a long stretch of road with a gaggle of barely near naked ladies surrounding each car. Around the corner there were even more, but they had various muscled men in speedos washing their vehicles. A hairy Canadian and purely metal man working together were making a ton of New York women cheer.

The reporter was more focused on the women for now though, hurrying towards one of the younger girls currently not taking part in the washing. Instead, she was carrying a car wash sign looking on happily, “Excuse me, Miss? I was hoping to ask you some questions about today?”

“Oh sure thing!” The brunette beamed from behind her wide sunglasses, her body still very much on display from behind her long yellow trenchcoat. A simple black two piece bikini, covering her tightly packed lady bits and b-cup breasts in such a way that made you look deeper and gaze longer, “My name is Jubilee, and we’re here on protest!”

“Really? Can I ask what you are protesting?”

“There’s a big bill about to be passed by the senate that will rea~ally be bad for mutants everywhere.” The girl explained, giving as cute a pout as she could while pandering herself to the audience at home, “They want to treat us as lesser beings! Give us less rights and stuff like that…” Once more she hams it up, rubbing her eyes in a faux crying pose before dropping it completely, “So we’re showing everyone how human we are! Who doesn’t want to enjoy a nice summer day and get their car washed by the wonderful guys ‘n gals of the X-Men! Come on down, and remember to call your senator to vote no on 82!”

After waving goodbye, the jubilant girl went back to advertising her sign for her coworkers, and the reporter addressed the camera directly.

“There you have it! Powerful words from some powerful people in some powerfully small clothes, just wanting equal rights. This is April O’ Neil for Channel 6 Online News, tune in for more interviews throughout the day, and then maybe I’ll get my scooter washed by that cuvaceous southern bell as well~” She bit her lip as the video ended.

“Aaand we’re clear.” Said the cameraman.

“Alright, get some shots of the girls and the guys, while I go see who else to interview.”

He nodded, getting one step before asking, “...you acutally are going to get your scooter washed, aren’t you?”

“Vern. Have you SEEN these ladies?!”

Everyone had ‘seen the ladies’ after a while, and much more than that! Cameras were taking shots, videos were being filmed, and almost all of the X-women/men were happy to bask in the attention.

The first woman of note was the one most responsible for the lovely weather they were having. Ororo Munroe was wearing a see through white t-shirt which showed her golden swimsuit that really accentuated her chocolate curves. The two-piece bikini shimmered in the sun that Storm guided, with a v-shaped bikini bottom that was high enough up her hips to make it a capital V. Wavy white hair cascaded down, leaning off the right side of her head, matching the soapy suds that dotted her body. The taxi she was currently washing got an amazing view of said soapy breasts pressed hard against his windshield. Barely using the sponge, the amazonian goddess huge f-cups squished against the glass so tenderly, squeaking against her hard nipples as she barely spread the cleaning fluid around.

Afterwards, Storm would wash the yellow car and herself off with a tiny rain cloud. Earning many claps from the audience as the confident woman smiled for their approval.

She wasn’t the only one washing the taxi. Lesser known but equally sexy Shadowcat. Kathryn Pryde had grown up a lot at the x-mansion. While she didn’t consider herself to be in the supermodel tier status as some of her friends, she wasn’t shy to show off her own goods as well. Much more confident in her rear than her chest, the heart of the X-Men was rubbing her soapy tuchus along the other side of the windshield while ‘accidentally’ falling in using her powers. Wearing a blue swimsuit tube top, and accented with some of the tiniest booty shorts, it really made men go crazy for her. Some were bold enough to try and touch before her ghostly phase powers made it impossible. Tantalising the audience and then sending them on their way.

Emma Frost, as usual, was showing perhaps the most amount of porcelain skin. Her creamy goods were trapped behind a pure white slingkini, going one step beyond even her battle outfit, that hugged her massive mammaries to squish them tightly against her supermodel body. No one could complain about decency, as anyone who would complain had a mental filter to see her only in crystalised form. Everyone else? Well, they got the full Frost. Both barrels against their windshield, pointy nubs and all.

Her two psychic sisters, Jean and Betsy, had gone only a little more modest. Looking like they’d both come out of the gym instead of a pinup calendar. The ginger omega level mutant was wearing her green yoga pants, and the mutant Psylocke in purple… though for how long they could wear these it wasn’t known with the way their asses ate the fabric. Black sports bras were all that kept four amazing breasts up. All the ladies who could use telekinesis had a sacred silent bond, as they had all started using their powers to alleviate some of the strain on the back their huge tits caused. Currently both were also using their powers to create psychic hoses, washing both the cars they sat on and their own tight bodies.

Magik was nearby in her tiny jean shorts with a black t-shirt on, tied just under her waist to push up her breasts. She was getting soapy with X-23, who was somewhat annoyed by needing to attend the whole event, but a tsundere in a simple red shirt and jeans still had appeal for some. Her angry eyes glaring at those ogling her booty locked behind thin blue fabric.

More and more you looked, the crazier the women looked and the hotter they became. Rubbing chests against windshields, playfully squeezing soap between cleavage, using their powers in creative ways to accentuate their personalities. It was a very light and fun day.

Domino and her grey skin, wearing only combat pouches on belts for modesty, made all the boys ‘n girls lucky.

Polaris and Wanda were working as a sisterly pair in matching one piece bikinis that had heart shaped cleavage holes, one raising a car from the ground with magnetism and the other cleaning it with magic.

Meggan had to be removed early, her empathic senses making her horny as hell for Captain Britain to take care of.

While Iceman was in charge of creating water, Firestar was in charge of keeping it hot and soapy, swimming about in a large hot tub for her amazing friends to join (currently it was only Spidey who was complaining about the icebergs).

Wolfsbane, Hope, Armor, Pixie, Magma, Ms. Marvel, Boom Boom… they were all part of the wet t-shirt contest going on right now. America Chavez was the host, who awarded Boom Boom’s bam-bams the grand prize (after an embiggening incident left Kamala disqualified.)

And of course, the piece de resistance, the lady that everyone wanted to get their car washed by, was that iconic southern gal who’s idea this all was in the first place: Rogue.

She was THE hotness. A green and yellow bikini, black shades, and a pair of gloves as if she was too hot to handle even herself. Naturally perky breasts crafted by the heavens were cupped by the fabric, swaying back and forth as her sponge rubbed up and down against the orange Ferrari she was washing. Her booty was perhaps the perfect argument of homo superior genealogy. Such a powerfully huge rear had to be her mutant gift, especially as she squatted low and spread her legs for the crowd to gaze upon her round cheeks. Rogue’s skin looked almost untouched in its beauty, only stroked by the sun’s beams for some roasted tan goodness. There were a few donation bins scattered around for people to support their cause, but Rogue’s was the only one that had to be emptied out twice now. So many were staring at her all on her own, which is why they put her on full display in front of the Dazzler show. Working it like mama showed her. (Mystique literally transformed into her to help out whenever Rogue needed 5 minutes.)

“The X-Men aren’t the only ones showing their support against the bill!” April continued, standing in a completely different location, “Other heroes are offering similar services as a show of solidarity for their mutant friends! Every vehicle in New York is going to freshly clean no matter where you go! Such as right here, right in front of Stark Tower!”

Captain Marvel, currently in only a white T-Shirt with a yellow lightning bolt and black thong, was now being interviewed, “Yeah, everyone in the hero community is against that bill.” She explained, waving at a cheering group of guys, “As soon as we heard about the peaceful protest we all gathered together to show our support.

Behind her was the classic look of the jade giant, showing much more muscle than most other women. Her green skin was shining against the closest car’s hood, the lawyer’s purple and white bikini a similar colour to her old costume, and also barely containing her mammaries. And though her rear defied logic in its curvyness, all eyes were on her hands as she lewdly squeezed too much soap onto her sponge. Lathering it up by scrubbing it against her washboard abs, and letting it go a little bit up her chest and into her cleavage. Twanging the bra ever so gently to make those emerald orbs jiggle.

“You boys like my gamma powered ass?” She-Hulk called out while pushing her sponge along the front of the car and making her rear push up seductively. Needless to say the cheer was massive. “Yet you judge my friend Wanda’s ass so much meaner? Maybe I’ll only ever fight crime in unflattering jeans if the bill passes…”

Plenty of ‘boos’ yelled through the streets. Jen always did know how to work a crowd for jury cases.

She wasn’t the only Avenger out. Wasp was washing reflective mirrors inside people’s cars, usually those who were further back in line so they got to see a taster while they waited. Her tiny black and yellow tube top combo made some men wish they had zoom in eyeballs. The aforementioned Scarlet Witch was also putting on a show by using chaos magic to douse cars with buckets of water, sporting a lovely one piece swimsuit that rode up her mutant rear while also having holes to show off a cute belly button and sexy cleavage. Black Widow and Maria Hill were on advertising duty, and while one wore more than the other, they had gotten Maria to wear her ‘Nick Fury Was Right’ T-Shirt.

“Lady Thor splashing Valkyrie with water. America Chavez and Kate Bishop rinsing each other off. Spider-Woman using her pheromones to entice bikers to vote correctly. Even a mysterious ‘Invisible Woman’ cleaner rumoured to be walking about. No matter where you look, the Avengers are here to make sure you vote correctly!” It was clear that while she was being professional, April was quickly moving on out of excitement, “Now, let’s see what the guy side is doing! Ooh! Is that an Iron Thong on Tony Stark?! Let’s go, Vern!”

The peaceful protest was wildly successful. It became a yearly charity event from then on, each year supporting various causes.

It was also a wild failure when some villains tried the same thing.

Nobody wanted to see Red Skull in a thong.