Interrogation. (Mystique, Scott Summers. Shapeshifting. One Off.)

Mystique, sat on the cold metal floor of the dark cell the X-Men had put her in, there were no lights in the room, or if there were, no one had bothered to switch them on. It had been four hours since she had tried to break into the complex, and she had been almost immediately found out by Wolverine. Now she suspected they were discussing what to do with her. They couldn't turn her over to the authorities, she knew that, to do that they would compromise the safety of the children there. Would they send her back to Genosha? Or keep her prisoner here until Erik came for her?

Her eyes opened as she heard heavy foot falls moving towards her cell, and she stood. The lights in the room flicked on, almost blinding her. The light reflected off her nude, blue body, as her eyes adjusted to the light, she saw, standing on the opposite side of the cell door; Cyclops.

"Where are your clothes?" He said, arms on his hips. "Over there." She said, motioning to the corner of the room, and smirked at him. "Why? Don't like what you see?"

He made a soft sigh. "Mystique..." He said, then looked down. "...I knew Logan should have done this." Mystique raised an eyebrow. "Do what?" She asked, crossing her arms under her breasts. Scott gritted his teeth and looked away from her. "I'm sorry..." She said, "...Is my body distracting you?" Mystique raised her arms, and Scott watched as her skin changed color, and saw that she was now standing in Jean's body.

"GET OUT OF THAT BODY!" Scott growled, clenching his fists, his visor glowing even redder. "My, my, my... Touch a nerve did I?" Mystique asked smirking. "Oh yes! That's right, this is last years model isn't it? how about something..." Mystique said, and changed once again. "...More current?"

Mystique stood there in Emma's body, Scott opened the cell door, shutting it behind him and moved quickly towards her. "Now, now Scotty... I didn't mea--GRA" She choked as his hand moved to her throat. "Knock it off." He growled. "Ohhh, the Boyscouts... got some balls after all." She said, her skin turning back to her normal blue, and he let her go.

Mystique fell to her knees and looked up at Cyclops. "Y-you like it rough then big boy?" She asked. "Stay out of their bodies." He told her, clenching his fists as he stood over her. "Fine..." Mystique said, leaning back on the ground and stared up at Scott.

"Now then... What was it you wanted from me?" She asked, smiling at him. "Why did you break in? What were you looking for?" Cyclops asked, angrily. "Oh isn't it obvious, Scott?" Mystique said, in a mock lustful tone. "It's you! You! You are all I want!" Her voice sounded exactly like Storm's her skin turning dark as she shaped into her body.

"MYSTIQUE!" Cyclops shouted, crouching over her. Suddenly, 'Storm's' legs wrapped around Scott's torso and she flipped them around, but suddenly, she was back in Emma's body as she straddled his legs, pushing her arms against his chest to pin him. "Gotcha." She said in Emma's voice, and winked at him with her big blue eyes.

"Get off me." Scott snarled. "Right words, wrong order." Mystique joked, and started to dry hump his cock through his pants, feeling it was already hard. "See, now... Say it with me..." She said. "'Get me off'" The hero shook his head. "Em... Mystique, stop!" He said, but she laughed. "What was that?" She asked. "Did you just call me Emma?" Mystique asked, with a chuckle. "Now... Don't move, I want to see what you're working with."

Mystique let go of Scott's chest and slipped down his body, pulling his cock from his suit. She looked at him, motionless. "See?" She said, in Emma's voice, "You want this... Or maybe..." She turned again, turned into Jean, and took his cock into her mouth.

"Ohhhhh, Jean..." Cyclops moaned, watching his dead wife suck his cock. "...Oh Christ... I missed your mouth." He told her, his hand on her head, helping her take his length, pushing deep into her throat. "Oh god, please don't stop." Scott's head rolled back onto the floor, his eyes closed, and when he opened them again, he looked down and saw she had returned to her natural self, her blue breasts rubbing against his thighs as her tongue licked over his sensitive head. "Mystique..." He moaned looking down at her.

She looked at him and smiled, pulling away from him and laying on her back. He followed her, and lined his cock up to her pussy, but she held up a foot to his chest. "No, no boy." She said, flashing her eyes at him. "Here." She said, pointing at her chest. He moved up her body and pushed his cock between her warm, soft, melons. He started to push in and out of her cleavage, his cock poking her lips, every time it did, she kissed his cock, licking the tip until it pulled away from her.

He tit fucked her for what seemed like forever until, he bit hip lips, his hips moving faster and faster over her body. "You're going to explode for me aren't you boy?" Mystique asked. "You're going to pop your hot load all over my face? Who do you want? Who do you want to douse in your cum?" She asked, and changed.

"Jean?" She asked.

But he shook his head.

"Emma?"

Again, he shook his head.

"Storm?"

"Kitty?"

"Wanda?"

Scott shook his head every time. "You!" He said, staring down at her...

And he exploded. Shooting his spunk in her face, coating her face in it. And then fell over backwards, panting heavily. He shook his head and looked down at where she was laying... Where she had been laying? Where is she? He shot up and saw as her nude, cum covered, body darted out the cell door, locking it behind her. She smirked back at him. "Sorry lover boy." She said, blowing him a kiss, and turned into him. "But I gotta go."

Unfortunately for her, she got stopped by Wolverine and Iceman on her way out of the school...

But then again... If the trick worked on Cyclops... Why would it not work on them?