Just some spinning around in perverted circles.

'Okay, Jean,' Scott thought to his red-headed wife. 'Excuse my language, but--'

'I don't know where she is, but I sent her a second call, this time labeling it as urgent. Which,' She shifted her green eyes up from the newspaper she was pretending to read to Scott. 'This is starting to become.'

'I just don't understand what could be distracting her...' Scott let out a mental sigh that could only be picked up by Jean. 'She's typically the first to jump into a mission. Action is her forte.'

'Well, she could be distracted by the new students.' Jean added, 'We sure did get a lot more than expected today.'

'Hmf' Scott grunted, 'That's an understatement. And she never wanted to open the school to more students in the first place. I doubt she'd give one of them enough her time, especially after receiving a dispatch.'

Scott flexed his muscular arms behind his head and leaned back against the park bench chair; entierly dropping his undercover persona. 'Look, Mystique's probably not even here anymore, it would be best for us to move out and cover more ground.'

'It would be much to our benefit if Elizabeth were here, having two telepaths would help to speed up our search... But it's just us.' Jean rose up from the bench with her hands on her wide hips. 'So we should split up to quicken the search.'

'Alright,' Scott agreed and soon stood to his feet himself. 'Keep the mental connection so you can see through my eyes. If I see anything suspicious I'll send you a holler.'

'Okay,' Jean stepped closer to Scott, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. 'Stay safe, and don't let her jump you, shapeshifters are often hard to spot.'

_'Heh... I'm not worried.' Scott grined, _'Mystique's smart enough to know that she hurts me, she'll have my ticked off psychic wife to deal with.'

Jean smiled and was about to politely jab him when something occurred to their private psychic bond that Jean didn't think was even possible. Someone tapped in.

'Oh but while the blue beauty might have some restraints. I, MODOK! Do not have the same humanly fears!'

'I'm sorry,' Scott shook his head, 'What the shit? Did you hear that?'

'Yeah, I--'

'Must I reveal myself?!' The intruder continued.

'No! Please don't, if you are who I think you are, you're ridiculously ugly!' Scott then stopped using their psychic link and spoke to Jean in person, "Jean, how is this possible? He's in our head."

"I--" Jean began.

'One could argue that beauty is in the eye of the beholder! And answer your foolish question...' A massive red beam appeared from the sky and shot down with electrical **** onto the peaceful park bringing a powerfull shockwave to blow past with it. The sudden attack caused random people to stare in shock, scream and run; one woman's dog yelped in surprise and yanked the poor lady down a hill. The red laser left quite the imprint on the park's previously blemishless field. And rather large dark figure began to emerge from the brown dirty dust.

"MODOK has arrived!" The disgusting man/head announced slowly maneuvering forward in his floating chair. 'And your minds are mine to mold!' He chanted into both of their heads. Jean couldn't help but shudder upon hearing the unpleasant voice invade the private space she had designed for her and Scott alone. 'You might belive MODOK's words to not be truthful... Well, let MODOK prove himself to you.'

"Uh... Jean?" Scott hesitantly spoke.

"Yeah?" Jean clenched her fist and glanced at him through the corner of her eye. "You're okay right?"

"N... No um... No... I can't control myself..."

Jean turned to fully face Scott only to receive a face full of Scott's optic blast; or, nearly received a faceful, as she managed to skirt to the side and have the large red light slice through a part of her red hair, instead of burning her whole head off. The laser collided with a tree, causing a massively bright explosion, sending wood debris in every direction.

"He's in my head!" Scott shouted, "That ugly face is in my head!"

Jean's short moment of shock was quickly replaced with determination and anger. "Keep your slimy hands away from him!" She clasped her palms together and used telekinesis to lift up the debris from the tree explosion and send it flying towards the massive floating head. The pieces of wood only caused MODOK to flinch, but it was enough of a distraction for Jean to create her own mental attack. A psychic wave burst from her head sent MODOK soring miles away until he eventually collided with an opposing building causing a loud CRASH. "I'm the only one allowed inside his head." Jean breathed.

"Y... Yeah!" Scott clenched his brow. "And I'm the only one allowed inside of her! Not... Not sexually but also sexually!"

"Really?" Jean eyed, him allowing her rapid breathing to decrease.

"Don't you think this is a bit ridiculous?"

"I'm far from a fashioner myself, but I do believe it suits you well." Psylocke licked her lips in an over-dramatic manner.

"What's that supposed to mean?" My voice rises slightly and ricochets throughout the metallic interior of this futuristic room.

"Oh, you are quite aware of what I am implying. And with that staff of yours flopping about, you'd receive quite the amount of compliments from the school's supple supply of female residents."

"And you're just fine with... Nevermind, what's the point of asking... Look, I'm just not used to women complimenting my cock... Where did that even come from anyway!?"

"Well that is a crime in and of itself, by now you should be quite accustomed to the opposite sex congratulating you on your package."

"Before I stumbled into your office, I have not received a single compliment... Wait, no... I asked my mom... and.... and Imogene... Jane... Okay, I guess I have..."

"Good," She nodded, "All of the ladies here are aware of proper customs."

Psylocke's white teeth clenched against her bottom lip absently as she stared at my stiff-as-steel rod, pointing proudly towards her labia. Funnily enough, her womanly folds are the only sacred part of her body she's still able to call her own. The rear-end of her bottom is basically non-existent; at this point, the only logical use for that material is to cover up her vagina. But I'm pretty sure with a simple request and a minute nudge I'd have her reveal that treasure.

"I guess?" I mutter, with half my focus transfixed on her new and improved sluttly outfit that looks to ripped straight from the mind of a perverted fanboy. "I mean, none of them crammed their faces against my cock like you did, that's for sure."

"I..." She stuttered, "Parden me? Are you claiming that none of the women who witnessed your member worshiped or idolized it with their faces?"

"Well, no but..."

"Did they at least have the decency to inhale its musk?"

"Definitely not, or at least, not on purpose. Someone might've gotten a whiff while I was getting sucked off but..."

"I'm sorry," Psylocke raised a hand to interrupt me as if I said something entirely inhumane. "I refused to believe that."

Well shit, she looks to be in genuine shock. This strange mind controller is shifting everyone's usual sense of normality to such ludicrous degrees that even I am starting to believe I'm the crazy one.

"What can I say" I closed the gap between us and raised a palm to her exposed breasts to cop a feel. "None of this shit is making sense." Reaching my hand down her... Top? Corset? Honestly, it's more of a pastie than anything else; her underbust and nipples are the only part of her womanly mounds she had the decency to cover. I've never seen anybody wear an underbust corset in person before, it's even sexier than being entirely naked in my opinion. "Unless you're a closeted whore..." I lift one of Psylocke's hefty breasts out from her pathetic excuse for a corset and squeeze her nip. "I shouldn't be able to do this."

"Yes well," Psylocke continued as she if ignored my actions entirely, which she probably did. "I will need to confirm if your accusations are accurate..." She paused for a split second to glance down at my mouth that is now latched to her tit. "But if they are, rest assured there will be a meeting with the school faculty to discuss how to properly handle this outburst of turbulent behavior."

I loud plop echoes through the quiet expanse as I remove my mouth from her breast, leaving quite the substantial amount of slobby secretion. "Okay, you do that." My free hand reaches for her arm and lifts it up like a limp doll. "Maybe one of you dudes will be able to realize how fucked this is." I then use her hand to massage my spittle over her own boob, making sure to have her tit lubricated to the point where the brightness from the futuristic lights bounced off from her reflectively slimy breast. Finding myself content, I place her now sticky tit back into her corset; making sure to purposely misalign her bust so that her nipple is clearly revealed. "That must feel weird as fuck."

"It is very... inconvenient, yes." She agreed whilst attempting to wipe the substance from her hand onto the back of her bottom; except that, since she's revealing nighty-five percent of her ass, her efforts to remove my spittle only managed to spread it to her slightly tanned rump. "But the time to tidy myself up is not here, so we must now leave."

"Where are we go-- Asss!" My train of thought decided to derail the moment she turned around and reminded me just what it means to only have five percent of her ass covered.

"Axel?" Psylocke quirked her head back towards me and jutted her hip out to the left. "Please try to not be so easily distracted by the female form."

"Ass......" I mumbled with my mind entirely befuddled by how enticingly perfect a person ass could possibly be.

"Well then," She sighed and continued walking. "I guess you'll be left down here."

"Ugh....W... What? Wait for me!"

Now I find that at the current moment the gears that compose my internal intellect are steamrolling through a multitude of conflicting emotions, incapable of finding a specific place to settle.

Meaning...

I have no idea how to fucking feel right now.

Aroused?

Possibly, I mean as a straight warmblooded teen, why wouldn't I be a bit heated? Honestly, If I wasn't getting off to this shit there'd legitimately be something wrong with me. My penis has been in places most men wouldn't be able to see in their entire lifetime. For god's sake, I had the massive chocolate-colored tit's of Storm in my fucking mouth! In my mouth! I flicked her nipples, I flicked her nipples with my tongue!

That's arousing as a mother fucker!

But it's a perfect transition to my next emotion...

Powerful.

I feel a sense of... well... power! For once in my lackluster life, I feel like there's finally something that makes me stand out. Before now, everyone else in my life had more say, more power, than me. Imogene wasn't only my older sister, which gave her more assertion over me by default. But she also has mutant genes, meaning in a few years time she'd probably end up being one of those supers people hear of television!

Both of my Mom and Dad had more authority over me; though don't get me wrong, they're amazing parents. It just that they always made sure their kids never stepped over the lines they put in place. Always be in by curfew... No entertainment until homework is finished... Chores must be completed appropriately... Bla Bla Bla... No talking back... Bla Bla Bla... the customary parental shit.

And for me, it's always...

'Yes, Mom.'

'Okay, Dad.'

Or, it was always. Apparently now I can do whatever I see fit without a care in the world. I convinced Mom to ditch her own husband that she has known for years, high and dry, without much effort on my part. And that's ignoring how I got her tits in my face and my prick in Imogene's snatch without my mother giving a single shit. My mother watched me fuck my sister, her daughter, like a perverted animal, and didn't do a single thing about it. Let that sink in for a second.

Mind you, that this is the same woman who would ground her children for a week if she so much as caught them looking at a magazine with an overtly sexualized ad in the corner.

And I will refrain from addressing the elephant in the room. The sheer insanity of how easily I was able to have my way with superheroes that hold abilities capable of leveling cities... Doesn't need to be explained...

Shit. I still can't wrap my head around the fact that I had Storm's tit's in my mouth... I... I touched Storm's boobies! Her dark-black-chocolate boobies! She's the super who once eradicated an alien mother ship with a barrage of lightning strikes from the heavens; they were ripped apart so ruthlessly we'll more than likely never see their faces again.

And yet with the amount of raw power Storm holds, a perverted teen was able to use her exotic body as sexual relief because she couldn't realize when she was being manipulated like a puppet on a string.

Now if that doesn't give me a sense of power, I don't know what will.

But now, the last feeling my brain continues to switch between...

Scared.

Yeah, if I'm entirely honest with myself and anyone who might be listening, I'm scared. Not like...

'Oahh! There's a monster under my bed!' Scared.

I'm more worried due to the fact that something is out there brainwashing the heroes of the X-Men. Not only the heroes but the random bystanders, students, and guests of the entire school!

No one's safe, not my mother, not my sister, not even the psychics who apparently protect the school from mind-controlling threats! Luckily for me, whoever this mysterious mind controller is, she's only using her abilities to get me off... But why? That why... that, unknown, is what's scaring me. If the psychics can't stop her, who can? What if she's using me as a distraction for something devastating?

Goddammit!

Though, I should give the physics the benefit of the doubt, Mrs. Braddock, or Psylocke as I know her now since she gave away a bunch of restrictive information. Is clearly unable to see through whatever fog is clouding her mind. But I imagine some telepaths are much stronger than others. And from what I know, Jean Gray is probably the strongest there is. I've seen her work, on the news, she could control an entire mall of people if she so desired. Luckily she'd never use her abilities for ill intentions; so if anyone can help me, it would be her. I'm confident she'd see through this brainwasher's ruse and help set things to the actual normal...

Even though a large part of me isn't sure I want things to go back to normal...

I mean, typical Axel wouldn't be able to openly stare at Strom's dark cleavage, let alone touch those tits... Maybe I could somehow find a middle ground with this mind controller; I get to continue enjoying this strange ability, and she doesn't do something destructive while I'm busy fucking.

That's a win-win, right?

Right?

"Right?"

"No!" I shouted on instinct.

"Really?" Psylocke mused, "Well that is surprising."

"Yeah..." *Cough* "Um..." Looking around and shaking myself out of my own stooper I remember where exactly I am.

<A few minutes earlier>

I followed Psylocke out from her secretive technological bunker to a much more openly expansive technological bunker. The whole vacancy was seemingly empty with lights protruding from surrounding walls and a large unfathomable pit in the center. I could've sworn gravity would've ripped her down by her feet the moment she stepped over the abyss, but a metallic bridged seemed to form simultaneously with each forward stride. And to say that incouraged me to follow closely behind her would... Be a lie since seeing every detail of her ass as she marches was enough incentive on its own. The loud clack as her boots hits the hard floor beneath her, followed by both of her juicy cheeks jiggling cause my open boner stay erect during the entirety of our walk.

Once we made it to the center I idly looked over to the opposing wall to see a numerous selection of sealed off doorways; I imagine those lead to some more secretive accommodations for the other X-Men members. I wondered for a second which one belonged to Storm, seeing her civilian clothes vanish and convert into her famous black X-Men uniform would be hot as shit.

But my musings were abruptly butted into by a butt.

Psylocke's butt, even now I still find myself at awe trying to figure out the psychics of that thing. Once we reached the center of the expansive orbicular room she began fiddling with a keypad display that stuck out from the ground. She leaned forward somewhat slightly whilst typing on the tablet; causing her unclad ass to present itself to whoever happened to be the lucky one behind her. And I wonder who was the lucky one in that situation, oh wait! It was me!

Psylocke finished whatever she was doing and look forward towards the pit overhead. Ignoring my prick sliding between her butt as I spread her ass cheeks apart with two firm hands; hot-dogging my member between two heavenly buns.

Aroused by her lack of a reaction to my perverted presses I was about to attempt an anal penetration on this blissfully ignorant heroine; it wouldn't have been challenging in the slightest to get around that five-percent of her ass that was still unrevealed. Hell, fishing for that material in the sea that was, and still is, her ass would've been the hard part.

But before I could move any farther into my perverted sinkhole. A silvery platform began to rise out from the bright depths beneath us, holding a fascinating aircraft that seemed to be simultaneously designed for war, comfort, and stealth.

"That looks like one of those things the Avengers use," I said in awe, fully forgetting about the ass I was planning on invading a few seconds prior.

"Yes," Psylocke responded while stepping towards the jet, causing my cock to pop out from between her cheeks. "The Avenger's Quinjet was heavily influenced by our own Blackbird since they clearly stole from our original design." She halted upon reaching the plane and shot me an egotistical glance. "But don't tell them I said that."

And that's how I found myself in an Avenger's Quinjet... or... an X-Men's X-Jet?

Whatever.

"So you're not planning on ceasing are you?"

"What?" I shifted my gaze up from Psylocke's tits to her flawless portrayal of Asian beauty that she has for a face.

"You weren't listening to what I said were you?"

"Honestly," I looked down to her exposed bust. "If what you're saying isn't arousing, or interesting, I'm probably not paying attention."

"I will keep that in mind." She established. "But I will repeat myself one last time."

"Okay, I'm listening," I said to her tits.

"Are you going to be grasping my crotch for the entirety of the flight? It will definitely be distracting."

I just now noticed my hand had been rubbing the outside of her underwear for god knows how long. The way her mass mixed with gravity caused her child baring ass to meld with the cushioned seat beneath her was so very enticing. "I dunno, this is really relaxing. Besides with all the weird shit going on, I wouldn't be surprised if rubbing a women's clit normally helped them focus."

"That's," She began to respond but paused for a moment and her brow furrowed as if she were in deep thought. "That is... that...... That is very true." Psylocke nodded to herself as if whatever she was struggling with had passed. "Thank you for helping me focus, though, that is not necessary at the moment."

"You know," I ignored her and continued stroking away. "I was joking, but at this point who knows what's really normal in your weird sense of reality."

"I imagine you aren't d-- doing this to assist me." Psylocke eyed my cock standing stiff through the hole in my skintight jumpsuit.

"Hey! If you weren't wearing something to slutty, I probably wouldn't be doing this." I followed her gaze down to my member. "And know you're making me expose myself, why aren't you showing off your pussy?! Huh?"

"Because," She responded calmly. "I don't enjoy revealing my vagina, and that would also be wholly distasteful. Unlike for you, where it is completely normal."

"Oh but you LOVE showing off your cleavage, right?"

"Of course I do." She agreed, "Why would I not?"

"I could think of many reasons..." I shift my hand from her cunt to her meaty thighs and squeeze. "For one..."

"Okay, Axel," Psylocke interrupted. "Please save your distractions for later, I do need to fly now."

"Um... Okay." I stopped my ramble, I guess I shouldn't be distracting an X-Man when she's on a mission. "Wait, does this mean I'm an X-Man now?" I looked down at the wide yellow X imprinted on the dark blue jumpsuit.

"Definitely not," Psylocke flicked a few switches on the main console and I felt the jet begin to rise. "You have no remarkable attributes or any form of mutation abilities. With everything considered, you are entirely normal."

"Well then... D... Didn't you say I have a large penis? Isn't that something."

"Sure, but that doesn't make you an X-Man." She informed, "It just makes you a teenager with an above-average phallus. And I hate to break it to you, but you're not the only person to exist with a large member.

"Thanks."

"Wolverine has a fairly large member but that--" Psylocke abruptly stopped her sentence and... did she blush? Was that a blush on her flawless Asian face? That's cute as hell! "Nevermind."

Attempting to change the lackluster subject I looked out the side window and noticed us hovering above the open clean-cut back lawn of the manner. "So you're flying us out of the school? How do people not notice this?"

"A simple cloaking device and an updated suppresser tech can do quite the wonders." Psylocke's purple gloves gripped the wheel before her tightly. "Let us go. We're off to District X which isn't too far from here, I hope that I'm not too late."

"Wait a minute." I grab her wrist as an obvious thought shot its way into my head. "District X? I can't recall my geography well but is that?"

"Alphabet City." She looked at my hand on her arm but didn't do anything to pull away.

"I don't know where that..."

"Manhattan."

"Oh, shit."

I'm surprised it just now occurred to me, but whatever this mind-controlling mistress did to this school; it's powerful shit. Especially if Psylocke, the person who is supposedly able to 'lock' people's psyche, can't realize her own brain is being messed with.

But what if this mind controller only whammied the school? It would make perfect sense, from what I know about psychics; they can control a large mass of individuals if they're powerful enough. But no known mutant has the ability to mind warp the entire earth! Odd's are this lady has something against the X-Men, and decided to brainwash everyone there; meaning the rest of the world's entirely unaffected.

If I bump into another hero who wasn't in the school when all this shit went down, they'd see right through the fog that Psylocke is too unaware to notice. Someone will point out the absurdity of her erotic animesk outfit and put two and two together; they'd definitely noticed a pathetic teen with his dick hanging out in the open air.

I can NOT leave the school until I find someone here who can help me out with this shit, and hopefully explain it to the rest of the world before they castrate me. And What if Psylocke snaps out of it the moment she leaves the school's vicinity!? Would she pissed off beyond explanation? Would she be fine with me since I tried to explain it to her before having her worship my cock?!

"What is the matter?"

"I wanna go back!"

"Excuse me?" Psylocke tilted her head.

"And I want you to go back with me!"

"What I'm... I'm sorry I can't do that I have a job to do."

Okay, okay, how do I do that thing where I make her do what I want. Maybe I should actually ask one of the teachers here to help training since it's basically their job to bring out peoples abilities or some shit. "No, you're... going to fly this thing back down... and take me inside... Now..."

"Oh? Am I?" Psylocke chuckled with a sly smirk. "Sorry, I don't understand who you see yourself as, but I do not take orders from you."

"Shit, that didn't work."

"Perhaps attempt a different approach next time." She chided and tapped a few buttons on the roof of the X-Jet. "But if you wish to return, I will not stop you."

"No no, you need to come back down with m--"

*Flash*

The chair beneath me, no-- Everything around me vanished in an instant. A bright light enveloped my body and I felt as though I was suspended in the air for a few lingering seconds.

Then just as fast as everything vanished, I found myself back in my familiar reality. Or, semi-familiar. Since I reappeared in the air above the same backyard we were hovering above moments prior. But gravity did what gravity does and I quickly fell down; I closed my eyes to brace for impact only to be caught by two arms.

"I gotcha!" A familiar feminine voice rings into my ears.

"Uh....Um...." Opening my eyes I look around to see a group of females surrounding a huge pool with multiple channels channeling water. They all looked towards me out of idle curiosity, then they quickly lost interest in the boy who fell from the sky with his dick hanging out, and one by one they looked back towards the person who I assume to be the host of some... something? Most of the girls were wearing usual clothes, some tank tops, some crop tops, some tube tops, lots of tops. There were some girls there that were adorned in bikies, some of them sat at the pool's edge, some stood up; of course, the bikini-clad chicks kept my attention longer than the others. But all of the girls here were attractive in their own way, it's like mutant genes automatically make people hot.

More than half of them had busts that could be considered above average; I'm talking double D's and a fair amount of E's, only a few of the babes had C's and that's not even small! I felt myself getting erect again, my free cock growing tall. It honestly doesn't help that half these ladies have some weird quirk to them; I'm talking green, blue, pink, hair. Two chicks have tails, this one girl has cute elfish ears, and this other girl seems to be huge, taller than Storm!

"Good catch Jubilee!"

I just now notice the person who caught me. That's why her voice sounded familiar. I had fucked her not too long ago! Her cute Asian face swished up from me to the person spoke to her.

"Thanks, Rouge!" She glanced back to me with a smile, then her grin faltered for half a second as her eyes shifted to my erect staff. "Nice penis you have there! I love how thick it looks." I found myself wondering just how strong this woman is as she lifts me up even more and leans her face in to nuzzle my cock.

"Mmmmm!" Jubilee moaned with her nose clenched against my meat as she took long exaggerated breaths, inhaling my stiffy. "Ahh!" She eventually backed her head away, her flawless face now adorned with a bit of my pre; a strand of pube hair even managed to land on her plump bottom lip, but she just licked the hair away once her tongue came out to graze across her lips. "Thank you, your penis smelled amazing!"

"T...Thanks..." I let my own aroused gasp after having another cute Asian chick shove her face against my penis. Why the fuck did Psylocke send me here out of all places? I'm surrounded by attractive females around a pool with my cock out and proud; one glance at my crotch and they'll drop down and kiss, lick, rub, and inhale my poor willy! I don't know if it'll survive that much attention. I assume Psylocke could've warped me to any place around the school, but somewhere in her mind she thought the pool would be an acceptable location; it's the sexiest place possible! Does she want these girls to destroy my cock!? "Could you put me down now?" I'm still pondering just how strong this girl is, she's my same hight, maybe even a tad smaller. How the fuck is she able to lift me so effortlessly?

"Oh, sure." She gets down to one knee and gently lays me on the wet concrete floor.

The moment I'm on solid ground I wrapped my legs together, apple sauce style, and hunch forward to hide my proudly projecting penis.

"Okay, Um..."

Looking upwards, I see the girl who appeared to be in charge of this girl group. Jubilee called her Rouge, but I positively say that I recognize her; though, to be fair, I'm not entirely caught up on the X-Men roster. I'm more caught up with the Avenger's, but even with them, I can only recall the sexy ones if I'm being frank.

But I'm not sure why I haven't had a private fap session to this Rouge chick, she's sexy as fuck! Huge boobs? Check. Brown and White hair? Check. Short shorts that show off her thighs? Check. A blouse that does nothing to hide the bra underneath and her large breasts contained within? Check! Shit, I've wanked to images of Storm, Black Widow, and Scarlet Witch online; but I really missed out by not looking up this hotty.

Luckily no one noticed my cock yet, I'm not ready to have a pile of girls smelling my sack. They were ignoring me and paying attention to Rouge, who stood by the far end of the pool. She looked to be in thought, thinking about what needed to be done next; she started... The fuck!?

She started rubbing her crotch, right here, in front of everyone. Her thick thighs squeezed tightly together as her gloved hand collided with the crotch of her shorts. Rouge slid her fingers over her cover clit, at growing speeds, quiet aroused chirps could be heard slipping from her mouth every so often.

Looking around, I glance to the other attractive females, none of them seem to see anything wrong with their hostess's behavior. Not even Jubilee who's standing above with her arms crossed in a short tank top; patiently waiting for Rouge to... I don't know, finish rubbing one-off.

"Oh!" Like lightning, Rouge's hand movement's stopped. "I remember now! I'm supposed to bring everyone to the Admission Ceremony. Ms. Munroe will run everyone through how things are going to work at the school and prepare you all for the next day. She will also be answering any of your lasting questions."

"I didn't know Ms. Munroe would be hosting!" Jubilee gasped, her eyes glazing over with some strange form of lust?

Rouge nodded and added, "Ms. Summers was supposed to host the ceremony herself but due to unfortunate circumstances she won't be able to make it on time."

"Okay so let's go!"

"Calm down Jubilee." Rouge said, "I get you two have some sort of connection but she probably won't even be able to notice you, it is a fairly large auditorium which will be packed with students I might add."

"Well... The sooner we get there the closer we can sit to the front!" Jubilee's bubbly personality practically had her jumping up and down.

"Well, you're not wrong." Rouge shrugged and flicked a strand of white hair behind her ear, "Let's go then."

Well shit, how am I supposed to hide my penis through all this? Should I just stay here and wait for them to file out? But I also want to see Storm's presentation, or whatever's happing. I wonder if I could have fun with her black body on stage in front of hundreds of mutants... Maybe someone in the crowd could see through the mind-control and help me figure out this shit. Or maybe no one will see a thing, and I can just enjoy her body?