Herself

If you want something done right...

After some deliberation, Jean made her choice. With a sigh, she removed herself from Cerebro, the device giving off a faint mechanical hiss as she turned to walk down the metallic bridge leading out of the large dome-shaped room; loud clacks echoed about with each step of her heels.

"You do it yourself..." She muttered under her breath.

"This could get out of hand quickly," Raising a hand, Jean's fingers expertly danced across the holographic keypad to her left, activating the X-Jet's autopilot functionality and assigning the landing codes. "Best to nip this in the bud before he can even react."

Ororo pressed the rim of her mug against her pillowy brown lips; the steady steam from the tea tickled her nose. "Mmm... I fully agree. The X-Men do not need to risk causing a scene if we can avoid it. Mutants are controversial enough as is."

"Right, we do not need the Bugle creating another ridiculously misconstrued article about us." Jean rose from the pilot's seat and stepped away.

After pausing to take another sip, With her free hand, Ororo tapped on the display before her to pull up the target's profile. "I was studying the kid's profile... Wish granting is what we are dealing with? I see that you labeled him as immature and perverted. Is this the kind of student we want walking our halls? We already have to wrangle our fair share of libido-crazed hooligans."

Jean chuckled, "Yes, and yet we manage. The benefit of the years of experience we have over these students." She licked her lips and walked to the rear of the jet. "But I understand the concern. I thought long about this and made the decision. We either take him in as a student, he is perverted, yes, but young. We can mold him into being a mutant that betters society. Or, we take him in by **** and keep him in a holding chamber until further notice." She offered a soft frown at that option; taking in her kind only to keep them locked far underground wasn't her first option, but if he refused to cooperate, she wouldn't have another choice. "Either option is preferred to letting the Brotherhood get their hands on him. We can tell him to use his power and benefit others, or they can get to him first and corrupt him to suit their selfish needs."

"Well then, I can tell you have been thinking about this." Ororo smiled and rose from her seat; the tall, ebony woman placed her hands on her curvy hips. "And I fully agree. We do not want his wish-granting abilities to fall into the wrong hands."

"Alright, then." Jean smirked at her close friend, "Like I said, let's nip this in the bud."

Cloaked, the X-Jet landed in a nearby parking lot; the women went straight to business. They exited in their usual attire, their heels against the pavement and school's glossy tiles in near unison as they entered the building.

A brunette woman with a messy bun stood near a front desk right behind the entrance. Ororo quickly took notice of the water glass that sat on the desk. Only, inside wasn't water; it appeared to be a white substance. However, she was sure it wasn't milk as some of the white liquid was dripping down the corner of her lip like some kind of sticky glob.

The brunette woman glanced up from her clipboard and did a double-take. She tried to say something but fumbled over her words and whatever was in her mouth; she swallowed a heavy load, cleared her throat, and stood up. "W-What ar-" She never got to finish her sentence. Instead, she just stood in place, arms at her side and eyes gazing blankly ahead.

Ororo raised an eyebrow, "You wouldn't even allow her to finish talking?"

"Nip this in the bud," Jean said, "Quick and efficient."

"Mmhm," Ororo hummed; they continued down the hall, heels continued to click loudly, almost in sync.

"About that drink, it was semen."

Ororo blinked, "Semen?" despite her genuine surprise, she continued their stride. Both women were far too experienced to allow shocking news to halt a mission that required a swift extraction.

"Yes, he must have made the common drink in this school his semen instead of water. I'm scanning their minds. No one is aware of this being odd. He must get a kick out of them being oblivious to the truth." Jean sighed as another teacher exited her classroom, mouth open to say something that would only slow them down.

The teacher, along with two others who tried to get questions out of them, were quickly standing at attention in the halls, gazing straight ahead as the two women continued.

"All of them have recently drank his semen,"

"And all of them were female," Ororo noted, "This isn't an all-girls establishment."

"It's not," Jean said, stopping near an unassuming door, "But oddly enough, there is only one male enrolled," She pointed a finger toward the closed blinds behind a large window leading into the classroom. "And he's in there."

"Great," Ororo said, flexing her arms and bare shoulders back; her hands began to glow white as she started to crackle electricity, and her eyes glowed with a white hue. "As planned?" She asked; her black cape began to buffet the aura of wind she created behind her, revealing her curvy figure, tight thigh-high boots, and skin-hugging corset holding up her large brown breasts.

"As planned," Jean said.

They discussed in the jet that she'd put a mental lock on his mind preventing him from even uttering the word ''wish.'' His power could potentially pose troublesome, but without his trigger word, he is effectively a normal teenager. And she has a lot of experience dealing with teenagers.

"Then let's nip this in the bud, Headmistress Gray," Ororo said teasingly, a curve on her lips.

Jean rolled her eyes, "Let's."

The next moment, the classroom door was blasted open with a powerful billowing gust of wind. Jean Gray stepped in, her curvy hips swaying in stride as her long red hair flowed like a flame, "Axel Star," she spoke, making sure her confidence and authority would make her presence would bring him down to earth. It's been too long since he had to respect a figure of authority. "I-"

POOF

"-am sorry for interrupting you. Please punish your slut." Jean dropped to her knees and kissed the glossy floor, leaving the red mark of her wet lipstick as she raised back up to begin bowing before him, "I am sorry for interrupting. Please punish your slut." She bowed back down again, kissing the ground with a wet sqlwech before leaning back up to do it again, "I am sorry for interrupting. Please punish your slut. I am sorry for interrupting. Please punish your slut."

Axel looked toward the door, "Huh?"

"I am sorry for interrupting. Please punish your slut."

Sqwchh

Jean kissed the ground, her huge round ass raised high as she continued to bow.