One week later...

Sitting in the living room and taking up the majority of the couch, Storm and Rogue ate from several buckets of fried chicken set in front of them on the coffee table, eating drumsticks and thighs like they were biscuits while watching the news. Around them, the occasional student would make their way into the living room and keep a distance from the two wendigos as they ate with impunity. Watching them flee, Storm shook her head.

“I don’t get it.” Sighed Ororo after swallowing a drumstick whole. “Are we REALLY so unapproachable?”

“I know sugah!” Drawled Marie Anne, looking out to the hallway entrance to the living room where she spotted a few students make eye contact and quickly make their way out of sight. “Folks are actin like we’re scarier than a couple of Lions in a burger bistro.”

Looking back at the television screen, the news station continued its broadcast.

‘In other news, a pair of albino lions were found the other day attacking a burger bistro.’ Spoke up the news caster, showing photos of Storm and Rogue ordering at the front cashier of Mondo Burger, their arms crossed and tapping their feet impatiently at the clerk taking their order and hiding under the counter with his hand outstretch for the two to pay their meals. ‘The two had made a nightmare of the staff and patreons before leaving, animal control has been notified and if there have been any sightings of the two animals, please alert the authorities…’

‘Told you we should have ordered in…” Shrugged Storm, seeing the news report of their dinner the other night.

“Ugh… Do I really look that chunky?” Scoffed Rogue, hugging herself at the picture taken of her from a terrified customer hiding behind the table with their smart phone. Getting up from her seat on the couch to stand to her full height, Rogue checked herself over, turning and twisting as her clawed hands checked over her body for any softness or pudge. If anything, she had the opposite. Not one centimeter of her wasn’t solid muscle save for her chest, which stood proud, and firm being cupped by her hands like a pair of ripe and heavy melons. “Now this ol girl is feelin self conscientious.”

“You didn’t get fat Rogue, I’d doubt we even CAN, we’ve done nothing but eat for a week and not one ounce of our meals has gone to our asses.” Explained the weather goddess, seeing Rogue sit back down on the couch, the thing lurched and creaked in protest to her large mass as she leaned against the arm rest with her chin resting in the palm of her hand. “Honestly it’s been the only positive out of this entire ordeal.”

“That and no one else has gotten bit by ol… Well kiss my grits.”

“Oh no…”

Stepping into the living room with sunken shoulders was another tall wendigo woman, her tail snapping behind her like an angry cat as she stood a few feet away from the pair and rested a hand at her side. Tossing her straight long hair over her shoulder in frustration as she did so. Even though the stranger was now a towering, white furred monster woman, Storm and Rogue could tell exactly who it was by her accent and attitude.

“Bloody minx bit me on the hand when I tried to reach for creamer for my dammed coffee. Now I look like some mascot for a fucking rugby team.”

“So, she got YOU too, huh Betsy?” Snerked Rogue, shifting over from her seat to grant the wendigo woman room to join them, and patting the cushion at her side as invitation. “Well join the club Sugah, it’s all down hill from here.”

Joining the two wendigos, Psylocke sat heavily with a huff of annoyance, helping herself to a bucket of chicken in front of her and immediately taking a bite to eat.

“Honestly, the bitch goes and snaps at me like some buggered corgi when I reach for the cream, what crawled up her ass? Besides the obvious.”

“She’s been nippy ever since she changed. Dr. McCoy has been keeping an eye on us all ever since Rogue was turned, seems Xavier does not trust our head mistress and he’s been keeping an eye on us ever since.”

“You don’t say?” Leaning over to look out the living room door to find Beast hiding behind the railing of the stairs that lead up to the second floor, she spotted the man scribbling notes while poorly trying to hide from sight.

“Where the FUCK were YOU when I got bit, you oversized cookie monster?” Betsy snarled, spooking the man to scurry up the stairs and disappear. “Yeah, you BETTER run! Before I give our pet blue cat a vasectomy!!!”

Barring her fanged teeth, her eyes glinting purple when her clenched fist drew a psychic blade of purple energy. Even though they couldn’t see the man, they heard his footsteps pick up the pace. Once he was really gone did Psylocke relent and leaned back in her seat with a huff.

“FUCK I’m hungry”

“Well dig in Sugah, there’s plenty for all of… Gasp!” Her eyes going wide and her breath hitching in her throat, Rogue went stiff as did the other wendigo women sitting on the couch as the three of them felt a rush of pleasure course through them.

“Aww dammit Emma, again?!”

Leaning back and panting with shortened breaths, the three wendigos found they were now hot and bothered, fanning themselves as their minds rushed with sensations and images of Emma riding Scott for all he had, the mental image of the man’s face over the slopes of her furry tits and the various faces of strain and exhaustion.

“Honestly, NOW? It’s the middle of the day!”

“What… What’s going on?” Gasped Betsy, feeling like she was having the best sex of her life, or at least sensing someone who was.

“Ol Emma… She… She’s been fortifyin our… WOW… Keepin us smart and in control-ol-ol with her powers…”

“But we feel what she feels…” Breathing in sharply, Storm’s mouth went wide open as she tried to stifle a cry of passion. “S-so… When she’s with Scott… With Scott.”

“Awww Bollucks! WHY?????!”

“Ah think she does this on purpose.” Glowered Rogue, despite biting her lip and squirming in her seat. “Like the rest of us can’t get any while we’re like this.”

“Aw bloody hell I feel like I’m on fire! Is THIS what she’s been getting from Scott? No wonder she cucked Jean to get him.”

“Oh, fuck it, DO ME!” Moaned Ororo, pulling a surprised Betsy close to make out with furiously while Rogue arched her back and hefted her breasts up in her hands to lick at their slopes. Unable to take it anymore, Rogue pulled Psylocke off of Storm to capture her lips as well, the weather goddess pouting as she leaned in and nipped at Betsy’s neck, wanting more. Getting tangled in each other, the three fell off the couch and crushed the coffee table, rolling back and forth, making out passionately as they ground against each other.

Colossus stepped into the living room with a drink in hand, taking a sip and stopped dead in his tracks to the sight of the lesbian threesome happening in front of him on the floor. He never said a word, never made a sound as he quickly turned on his heel and quietly made his exit.