Morning coffee, morning aches and pains...

It was the morning after. The sun was just dawning over the school’s tree line and students were just now waking up and complaining they had class in just a couple of hours. Sitting at a coffee table in the middle of the living room in silence and sipping from their coffee mugs sat Scott and Logan. Both men looked bruised and haggard, the two men just staring off into space as they sipped from their drinks. Scott lifted his mug with a shaking hand, slurping from his hot drink as the events of last night continued to play out in his head. His mind running back to the sight of Emma riding him like a bucking bronco at a rodeo tavern, his vision of her howling face obscured by her breasts as she’d occasionally smother him in their masses as she raked her claws down the wall behind the headboard.

Logan was no better. Although he showed none of the exterior scars and bruises Scott bore, the psychological damage was plain on his face. Even now, his mind vividly played out the first three hours Ororo had him on top of her with her legs locked around his waist so hard that he wasn’t sure if he were lucky or unlucky that his skeleton was laced with diamond hard metal. Especially when her first orgasm caused her to ignite a thunderbolt between them. And again, and again. But she wasn’t done there. When night finally fell, she dragged him with her back to her room like a lioness returning with her prized hunt and finished him off in her bedroom. Riding him with all her vigor as her bedroom went through weather phenomenon until it felt like a year passed over the last 4 hours of back breaking sex.

With a roar that echoed around the entire room with her final release, Storm collapsed on top of the man and used him as a teddy bear to cuddle with until the sun came up. Sipping from his drink, there wasn’t enough **** in his mug to burn away the braincells that held the memory scarred in his psyche. Still lingering on the night’s events, the two men barely registered Anne Marie yawn into her gloved hand as she made her way past them and went to the refrigerator to get a bottle of water and grouse, still not fully awake as she combed her fingers from her free hand into her brunette and white striped hair.

"Mornin y’all… Got NO sleep last night! Sounded like a couple of pole cats in heat yowling at each other." Complained the Southern Belle, unscrewing the cap of her water bottle and taking a quick sip.

"Please... Don't remind us." Murmured Logan.

"I can't feel my legs." Whispered Scott.

Hearing them, Rogue looked back at the two men and nearly gasped at their sorry state. Seeing Scott’s shaking hand as he brought his coffee to his lips to sip while Logan poured the rest of his whiskey into his mug and emptied the bottle.

"Tarnation! What the heck happened to you two? Y'all look like a pair of squeezed limes at a lemonade stand."

"Fought for my life against a bear… A polar bear that breathed lightning and roared tornados…" Mumbled the Wolverine, whimpering as he took a swig from his mug.

“I think I ruptured my spleen.” Stuttered Cyclops. “I'd get up, but I'm afraid to stand."

Immediately putting down her drink, the woman approached the two and checked them over, finding whatever strength they had propping themselves up to sit in their chairs had finally given out and they collapsed to the table, broken.

“Lordy! You two need help. Who would DO this to either of you?!”

A yawn could be heard down the hall, one that made Scott’s eyes go wide and sit up out of fright and almost pushed Rogue aside as he put up a show of being unharmed as the looming presence of Emma came into the kitchen and smirked down at the man.

“Good morning, Scott.” Purred the wendigo woman as she bent at the waist and kissed Cyclops on the back of his head. “I see your up and awake, are you in the mood for some breakfast?”

Turning to look up with a jitter in his neck movements, the man barely said a word as he had to look over the slopes of her breasts, barely held in by the undersized nightgown Emma wore to maintain her decency… Failed miserably by the fabric that hung off her like a tank top.

“I… I’m not sure I can even move right now… Sorry Emma… I guess I’ll…”

Simply smiling wider and taping a finger to the side of her head, Scott immediately stood from his chair with an audible crunch in his back and shambled like a zombie towards the refrigerator to pull out a tray of eggs and ready the oven. “Must… Make Breakfast… For… Queen.”

“That a boy.”

“Emma!” Scoffed Rogue, her lip pouting in a frown and her gloved fists at her sides. “Ah shoulda known you’d wring out Scott and Logan like a couple of wet towels.” Pulling towards Wolverine who tried to reach for his drink again, Rogue hugged the man close. “And why Logan?! He’s been through enough.”

Raising her chin and bringing the back of her clawed hand to her chin, Emma’s eyes narrowed with a smile.

“Oh, I had nothing to do with Logan.”

“Oh yeah? Then who?”

It was then another presence entered the kitchen, causing Rogue to look up and step away in surprise when she found Ororo crouch to enter the room, and practically collapsed onto the man with a hug, nuzzling the back of his head and giving his hair a lick as she purred like a mountain lion. The weather goddess was now a towering, powerful she-wendigo as large as Emma Frost was. Her figure and frame both large, powerful, and curvaceous. Unlike Emma who wore an expensive, white silk night gown which was laughably too small to contain her furry, Amazonian figure, Ororo was completely in the buff. Not that her new form revealed anything under the sheen of snow-white fur or the mane of white hair that stuck out behind her like a nimbus of cloud. Her foot long horns jutted just above her scalp and was nearly hidden under the flowing curls of her hair when she sat up and licked Logan’s ear with her feline tongue, making his eye twitch as a result.

“Morning love, I see you are in good spirits.”

“No spirits left… Only hard liquor…” The man replied mechanically as he sipped from his drink, making the woman chuckle as she got up to her full height and looked down to the surprised Rogue staring up at her.

“Morning Rogue.” Turning her gaze over to the other wendigo in the room, Ororo’s eyes narrowed, and her pointed ears tilted back. Her fangs becoming exposed as her lips frowned. “Emma…”

“Morning Ororo, did we enjoy last night too?”

Crossing her powerful arms under her impressive bust, Storm’s face remained unreadable save the low growl she gave off. “Not by choice, I take it that was all YOUR doing?”

Tilting her head and looking away, Emma's grin never left her feline lips. “Guilty as charged… Oh don’t look so upset darling, its only because of ME that you still have the wits to jump Logans bones instead of gnaw on them, I can’t be held responsible if I slip control and project my good feelings onto you.”

“Yes… There seems to be a LOT of projecting lately.” Looking over to see Scott shamble around the oven making an omelet with all the eggs from the refrigerator, the she-wendigo sniffed the air and caught herself licking her fanged lips. “Your doing also?”

“Scott just wants to serve breakfast in the morning, isn’t that right Scott?”

“Yes’um.” Called out Scott, a crick sound coming from his leg as he turned to reach the salt and pepper from the spice rack. Looking back to the other wendigo, Emma played coy.

“You’re not hungry?”

“Pff… Of COURSE, I’m hungry! Scott, I will have mine sunny side up.”

Watching the two wendigo women wait on their breakfast from the injured man and seeing Logan collapse back to the table, Rogue had seen enough and turned on her heel to leave.

“Ahm getting the professor about all this.”