Check in on the Girls

Walking down the plane’s central corridor, you notice that you’re beginning to run out of rooms. There’s only space for so many on board, and should fortune smile on you a little more, there might not be space to securely keep them all.

Oh well, you think to yourself. It’s a problem that you can handle later, should it ever come up. For now, you decide to check in on each of the girls, and make sure that they’re all doing fine.

First, you check in Rogue. The southern belle is sitting on her bed, seemingly lost in thought, when you remember that the ladies have formed their own mental communication network. You stealthily tap into it, hearing the last vestiges of some conversation.

“Shoot, he’s in here now. You sure he can’t touch me, right?” Rogue mentally projects.

“No, he’s mentally incapable of it,” Rachel Summers replies.

With that, Rogue gets off her bed, eyes snapping onto your body. She approaches you confrontationally, and you back off slowly, to ensure that there’s no physical contact between the two of you.

“So what’s the deal?” Rogue asks, somewhat confused and somewhat angry. “You just going to keep coming in here and screwing me?”

“You mean you don’t enjoy me length deep inside of you, filling you up?”

You see Rogue redden at the statement. She enjoys fucking you, alright, especially since you’re pretty much the only guy on earth who can handle her straight up.

“Um… no,” she says, lost for words. “It’s just, you know, I’d like to know what’s going on. I haven’t seen the outside world for a couple of days now, and don’t know how anyone else is doing, and you know, it’d be nice to stretch my legs for a change.”

She’s lying – through the mental network they’ve built, you know that they have a fairly good idea of what’s occurring. Nonetheless, you decide to humour her. After all, the best laid plans sometimes require a little bit of compromise.

“Yes, how inconsiderate of me,” you say, opening the door to her room once more. “I think you deserve quite a bit of time outside of here. Take it as a reward for your stellar behaviour. Follow me, I’m just going to get the other super-heroines out so we can talk a little.”

She follows you out the door, and you go across the hall and unlock Phoenix’s door.

“What are you doing here? Is that Rogue behind you? Where are we going?”

Phoenix is looking sexy as usual, her costume torn in several places, revealing some hot skin that begins to turn you on. Her eyes smoulder into you, and you’re almost lost for words.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” you say. “Don’t worry. It’s nothing that you won’t enjoy, so come with me.”

With that, you leave the door open, and go to the next one down. It doesn’t surprise you when Phoenix follows you out.

“Susan,” you say, to a seemingly empty room. A quick dip into the infrared spectrum confirms that she is, indeed, still in there. “Care to join us for a stroll? I was thinking it was getting a bit musty, all cooped up in there.”

You turn towards the next door, not having to turn around to know that she’s materialised behind you, looking at the other women questioningly. You don't have to turn around to know that the others shrug back at her. Extra-sensory abilities rock.

“Emma Frost,” you say, to the nude figure on the bed.

Her massive breasts are on full display for you, her nipples rock hard, as her finger slips in and out of her slick cunt.

“Fuck this, I need you inside of me,” Emma Frost says, beckoning at you. “Wouldn’t it feel so much better to be inside of me right now?”

“You’re shameless,” you respond. “Why don’t you join me and the others? We were just going to have a nice little chat. I’ll even wait up a little for you, outside.”

With that, you turn to Psylocke’s door, and open it up. She’s practicing with her psychic weapons, the purples blades cutting through the air with a peculiar hum.

“Nice to know that the others are safe,” Psylocke says. “Any reason you’re rounding us all up?”

“Yeah, the butcher came calling,” you reply. “Care to come with?”

Psylocke nods, letting the weapons fade away. She slinks out of the room, playing along. You know that the only reason they’re handling this so gracefully is that Rachel Summers has cued them into what’s going on, and is probably advising them at this very moment. It’s dangerous to keep tapping into their channel, because as discreet as you are, Summers has you outclassed in the mental realm, and will find you if you linger too longer or too often. It’s best to use this knowledge advantage sparingly and strategically.

The next door is a fun one. As you open it up, X-23 leaps out at you. You roll to the side, avoiding her claws, and then watch as she hangs in the air, pawing at an invisible forcefield.

“Thanks, Susan,” you say. “Couldn’t really effectively deal with her, as I’ll explain soon. Everybody, meet X-23, if you haven’t already. Phoenix, are you capable of calming her down?”

Jean Grey nods, shutting her eyes. X-23 becomes decidedly more unferal over the course of the next few seconds, until she apologetically looks at everybody in the hallway.

“Sorry about that, can’t always control myself,” she says. “But you – Apotheosis – what the fuck have you done to me? The X-Men will get you for this, and make you sorry for the day that we created you.”

“Patience, my love, patience,” you say. “I would be more careful when jumping to conclusions.”

The final door you open is Rachel Summers. She bursts out of the room and hugs her mother. Well, sort of mother. Apparently she’s from a parallel universe, and this all gets really complicated, but they have a close daughter-mother relationship, so that’s what you’ll interpret this as.

The eight of you head out of the plane and out into the open field, where the ladies begin to stretch, quietly murmuring with each other. Before you call their attention and begin to speak, Rachel interjects.

What does she say?