Psylocke tries to sever ’s connection with Dazzler

Psylocke turned Dazzler’s head towards her. “Alison, look at me!” she called out to her friend.

Alison’s eyes were glazed over with lust. She was not listening to her teammate. **** watched on with a bemused grin.

“There’s nothing you can do, Psylocke, she’s mine now,” he gloated, stroking Alison’s curly auburn locks.

Betsy’s eyes glinted at **** challengingly. In a fraction of a second her psyblade was cutting the apparition of **** in half. The man was torn in half, but remained smiling. His cocky laughter echoed through the astral plane.

“Haha… it’s no use, you have as much effect on me as I have on you, telepath!” **** goaded. His form re-established itself further away from the X-women. As soon as it did, Alison attempted to return to him. Betsy grabbed her by the wrist.

“Let me go!” Alison cried out, tugging away from her friend.

“I can’t let you fall for him,” Psylocke warned.

“But I need him!” Alison said, desperately.

“Trust me, you don’t!” Psylocke replied.

“No!” Dazzler pushed her friend aside and ran towards the tall pale man. He grinned as she approached.

“I’m sorry, I can’t let this happen,” Betsy cried out, chasing after the strawberry blonde. She wielded her psyblade and struck her friend, knocking her out. Suddenly, the world began to dissolve and shift around, everything looked warped and started to spin as if in a washing machine. Betsy ducked for cover and tried to hold on.

In a flash, everything was calm again. Psylocke looked around. The ethereal colors and shapes of the Astral plane were replaced by the neon and LEDs of a night club. There was a low rumbling of base being pounded out of a sound system and the air was thick with people all around. She surmised that this must be Dazzler’s mind trying to find a safe place, maybe it was a memory. Whether it was a safe place from Psylocke or ****, she could not know for certain.

Psylocke looked around the club. The floor was filled with patrons dancing away without a care. A DJ was spinning tunes on the top of a platform and lights were being flashed about, projecting all over the warehouse. Psylocke recognized the sparkling colors and flashes as Dazzler’s work. She looked around for the source and spotted her friend dancing away on one of the stages in front of throngs of onlookers. She was dressed again, in a one piece sleeveless pantsuit with a low neckline and pronounced collar. Her hair seemed longer and feathered. She seemed to be blissfully unaware of the danger she was in.

Psylocke pushed through the crowd towards her teammate. She called out to her, “Alison! ALISON!”

Finally, Alison took notice of her. She did a double take and then leaned in and shouted, “Betsy?! What are YOU doing here?!”

“I’ve come to help you!” Betsy called back.

“Help me?” Alison smiled, “Then come on up!” Alison reached out and grabbed Betsy by the arm, pulling her up on stage. The crowd erupted seeing the spandex clad ninja step into the spotlight.

Psylocke was a little perplexed over what to do next, but Alison kept dancing, urging her friend to join in. Betsy remembered how forcing her agenda on Alison drove her away, so decided to go along with her this time. She started to move along to the music, feeling a bit awkward at first. She wasn’t used to this sort of thing and it was making her uneasy, but Alison picked up on that and danced closer. Soon, the pair were dancing together, staring into each other’s eyes, ignoring the people around them.

“You know, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to get you on the dance floor,” Alison murmured into Betsy’s ear.

“I’m sorry I’m not a very good dancer,” Betsy admitted.

“You just need to feel the right vibe,” Alison replied encouragingly, showing off her moves with the grace of swan. “You’re a natural, I’m sure of it! you’ve definitely got the body for it!” Dazzler spun around to a flurry of light sparks, landing in Betsy’s arms.

Betsy smiled, feeling more comfortable with her friend by her side. She emulated her movements, feeling Alison’s butt swing against her lap. Their moves became more intimate as they pressed up against each other, heads turned to look at one another. Betsy was beginning to feel something stir in her, her heart was palpitating heavily and her breathing became shallow. She started to wonder if these feelings were coming from her or being projected by Dazzler’s psyche. That moment of hesitation brought her attention to the crowd and the svelte, gray skinned man eyeing them from across the room. **** had found them!

“Can we go somewhere more private?” Betsy whispered to her friend.

Alison grinned and pulled her along. “Come with me,” she whispered back excitedly.

The two sifted through the crowd, making their way to the back. There, Dazzler led her partner down a shadowy corridor. They passed by several closed doors until Alison found the one she wanted. She opened it and slipped in, pulling Betsy along with her. The door closed behind them and clicked shut.

Betsy’s back was to the door, giving her a view of the room. It was a private dressing room which she suspected belonged to Alison. Before she could ask, her blonde friend had leaned in to kiss her! She gasped, taking in Alison’s feminine scent. The pop star’s forwardness took her aback. She leaned up against the door as Ali pressed on. Betsy had never really considered doing this sort of thing with her X-man teammate, but now that it was happening, she wasn’t repulsed by the idea. She reasoned that she needed Alison to stay on her side so she would go along with this tryst, but she could already feel her heart pounding with excitement once their lips parted and then came together again for another kiss.

Psylocke was tempted to read Alison’s mind, to find out whether or not this passion was real, but she didn’t want the experience to be cut short from her probing. She was also feeling doubly excited by not knowing if her friend always had these deep seeded Sapphic desires for her or not. She felt flattered if it was true.

They continued to make out as Betsy could feel her friend tugging at her unitard. This was the moment of truth; whether or not Betsy would go through with this to save her friend. Was she going to seduce Alison in order to free her from ****’s clutches?