RanPorn13 Porn World! By Jim Robert Bader (Inspired by the works of Rumiko Takahashi and so many others who do not deserve the blame for putting me up to this series...) [And extra-special thanks to Fredrick Herriot for contributing his insight and the section at the end of the X-institute that segues into one of his own various RP projects...] The Thirteenth Encore. Ex-Men Revolution ("World Without Men...") WARNING---LEMON MERANGE FANFICTION AHEAD! CONTAINS SCENES OF AN ADULT AND HIGHLY SUGGESTIVE NATURE THAT MIGHT NOT BE TO EVERYONE'S PALET. THIS IS A FANTASY WORLD IN WHICH 99.9% OF THE MEN HAVE BEEN KILLED OFF, LEAVING THE SURVIVING FEW A HUNTED, HOUNDED AND PERSECUTED MINORITY ON A PLANET FULL OF PROMISCUOUS LESBIANS/BISEXUALS, WHICH MEANS THE BOYS GET A TASTE OF WHAT IT'S BEEN LIKE TO BE A PERSECUTED MINORITY ON OUR WORLD...YOU HAVE BEEN DULY CAUTIONED... Ororo Munroe held her wife, Jean Grey Summers tightly and passionately kissed her with an intensity that bordered upon obsession. Jean responded in kind with a will that was unrestrained as her hands moved automatically to caress those sensitive places where she knew Ororo would be most immediately aroused, her fingers unerringly stroking sensitive nerves that brought a groan of deep approval from the other woman, employing a skill gained from long practice. They were making up for lost time since Ororo had just returned from attending an important conference and needed to blow off the steam of accumulated lust with the woman in whose arms she had most longed to be embraced. Jean expressed how much she in turn missed having Ororo around, even though her wife had only been gone for a couple of days, which still prolonged the agony of even so brief a separation. They were two adult women with deeply passionate natures who needed to renew the bonds of physical love in the most intimate manner that either one could imagine. That was why they wasted little time stripping the clothing from each other's bodies, carelessly discarding articles as they moved together with their naked skin pressing together against flesh and reveling from the intimacy of such contact. "I have missed you so," Ororo murmured as their lips briefly parted, then the dark skinned African-American princess began painting affectionate kisses over the face of her redheaded life-mate. "And I've missed you so much," Jean murmured back as she gloried in being the recipient of Ororo's hunger, even as her own hands moved ever lower to take possessive claim of the anatomy of her silver-haired partner. Ororo continued to paint a trail down the length of her pale-skinned wife, the contrast of dark and light flesh only adding spice to the fires that burned within both of their hungry bodies. She could hardly restrain herself as she brought her lips into play while her hands cupped and gently fondled Jean's fulsome and erect breasts, lips encircling one nipple before applying a due amount of suction and causing Jean to throw her head back and give a heartfelt moan while her own hands went to work on Ororo's own generous bosom. It was an unfortunate fact of their condition as two of the most powerful mutants on the planet that Jean and Ororo could only be this intense when ensconced within the protective environment of a specially built containment chamber. Within the walls of the chamber their powers were dampened considerably, making it safe enough for the environment at large for them to unhinge the restraints that they normally employed constraining their emotions or else it was very likely that the building in which they were standing would not survive another minute. Ororo, as mistress of the elements of weather, could unleash a full-scale hurricane with the power of multi-kiloton warheads that could lay waste to a good sized portion of the Eastern seaboard, whereas Jean, whose other name was Phoenix...well...her power limits were yet to be properly measured. Since losing control over their emotions often meant the same thing for their powers the two women were often forced to hold their feelings in check during normal hours of the day. It was only after hours, when the routine business of the Xavier Institute had been concluded, that they could properly indulge their mutual ardor, a fact that each woman took full advantage of once they stepped past the threshold of the containment chamber and were able to express their very deep feelings for one another. They had known each other for close to twenty years, and during the first half of that association they had been close friends and confidants through the many lives and losses that each of them had suffered. They had been teammates and trusted allies through the thick and thin of countless adventures, but it was only after the world itself began to change that their relationship had intensified and matured, allowing both women to rediscover the basic roots behind their friendship. Once united in the common cause of defending the rights of all mutants from the persecution of a hostile humanity that regarded them with fear and suspicion, now they were well-known advocates for the cause and did not need to fear such widespread persecution. For humanity as a whole had greatly changed over the past fifteen years of artificially forced evolution, and once the cause itself began to change so did the basic shape of their mission. The greatest irony of it all was that the very thing that brought such pain and suffering to most of humanity turned out to be a catalyst for bringing about a change for the better in the once-fragile relationship between 'Mutant' and 'Human.' The Millennial Virus that struck men down without warning had the opposite effect on women, turning even a cloistered nun into a raging nymphomaniac whose sexual needs could not be restrained even by the most intense social pressure. The Virus that destroyed men also caused the genetic structure in all women to be enhanced and reinforced to their maximum potential, which meant that they became stunning goddesses the whole world over with bodies that ached to be loved and adored, and before too long the needs forced upon humanity by the Virus superceded the former prejudice against mutants and allowed the so-called "Homo-Superior" race to take its place among the people of all nations. After all, of what use was a fear of mutant kind when humanity was faced with the destruction of the entire male half of both mutant and human populations? Add to that the lust-factor that caused women to ignore the normal boundary lines of cultural and racial preferences (and forced even the most self-possessed 'heterosexual' woman to look with favor on other women) and you had the recipe for Sisterhood that had long been lacking in a world formerly drenched in violence and hatred. Of course it was a most painful transition from a world of Hate to a world blessed with abundant love and cooperation. Many a loved one who perished had been deeply mourned by their surviving female kin, and that included Jean's former husband and several men of whom Ororo had been quite fond, but it paved the way for the two of them to rediscover one another. It had been tenuous at first, even granted that they were afflicted in the early years with the nympho-lust of a pair of springtime virgins. The first time had been awkward for them both, but they gradually got the hang of it together, and in time became quite proficient in the arts of mutual pleasure, having each of them practiced upon multiple partners. Gradually they had settled down and settled in to a fairly monogamous relationship, but neither one put undue demands upon the other, and they had ways of working past the jealousy issue so that they could wink and nod to one another's occasional "lapses." In all truth, though, what they desired most in all the world was each other, and to that need all other women took a huge backseat. So while Ororo was suckling Jean and being fondled in turn by her wife of the last nine years standing the two of them were openly renewing their vows of mutual fidelity, for even though Ororo had "sampled" some Chinese wares during her travels, her heart belonged to Jean, and that was all that truly mattered. Jean knew and accepted this as a given, even while recounting a recent "therapy" session with Emma Frost, their resident school family counselor and full-time family psi-shrink. Ororo herself had many a "session" of her own within the redoubtable lair of the White Queen )and doubtless might do so sometime later just to remind the ardent blonde of her place within their social pecking order). But for now what she wanted was Jean, and Jean was more than willing to accommodate, right up to the moment when the buzzer sounded warning them that they were needed. With a mutual growl of dissatisfied resentment the two of them turned to glance towards the source of the interruption, then Jean called out, "Lock Override, Code Delta. Who the hell is this?" "Sorry to burst in on your fun," the familiar voice of Elizabeth Braddock chimed in with typical British dry humor, "But I had thought it best to inform you that Rachael is at it again with the new girl. Honestly, you'd think these young people would know how to kiss and make up at that age, but I guess some animosity goes well beyond even the power of the Virus to amend..." Jean heaved a heavy sigh then said, "Honestly, that girl sometimes reminds me a little too much of her father. As much as I miss Scott some days..." "Yes, I know," Ororo murmured as she slowly got to her feet and looked her wife in the eyes with sadness, lust, frustration and sympathy all plain in her expression, "But since adopting her as my own means that I share the responsibility as a parent..." "Don't forget," Jean gently teased as she stroked Ororo's fanny with her fingers, then moved her hands up to run them through the luxurious mane of silver hair that framed her wife's rich mahogany features, "You have a daughter of your own to care for, and one on the way thanks to a mutual acquaintance," Jean patted her still-flat stomach in a meaningful way, earning an embarrassed-yet-delighted look of affection from Ororo. They quickly regathered their clothing then left the protective seal of the containment chamber behind them, at once steeling their thoughts and firming their resistance to the lust that still burned within them as they passed Rogue in the hallway, seeing the expression of the Southern belle was mirroring their own. "Honestly, Sugar-Cakes," Rogue drawled as she sized both women up at a glance, "That gal reminds me of me sometimes the way she can draw out the best and the worst in some people..." "What is the situation, Rogue?" Jean asked with perfunctory restraint since the sight of the southern beauty was enflaming her own frustrated passion. "Wull," Rogue said as she fell in step with the other two women, "Kitty and Illyana are doin' their level best to contain things, but it'd be a real mess if Frost'n Mystique weren't around to play grown-ups to those two hot-heads." "Mystique is back from Washington?" Ororo asked in surprise, "And what about Polaris?" "Still no word from her ah'm afraid," Rogue admitted, "Ever since she got in that huff and took a powder she's been as quiet as a mouse in a hayloft...but we all know little Lorna ain't no mouse in this house, an' if she fixes it in her mind to cause trouble..." Despite herself Jean could not help sighing, "Ever since Alex died she's been so hard to reach, and often so angry..." "Don't ah know it," Rogue averred, "Y'ask me, she just needs to get laid a few times to work the old boy out of her system, not that ah'd expect her to forget about 'em, but it ain't healthy to carry a torch forever." "Like you did for Magneto?" Ororo asked. "Hey," Rogue tapped her right temple with a finger, "Y'all know he ain't really gone for good, not while I got a part o' him up here that I ain't ever gonna lose, not since he gave it up to me as a last parting gesture." Even as she said this Rogue extended a hand and caused the metal double-doors to the infamous Danger Room to swing open on their hinges. "Point taken," Jean admitted before pausing, "And...what about Logan?" "Y'mean the ol' Canuck turned Herm?" Rogue chuckled softly, "Don't worry about her, Jean...she always turns up like a bad penny. But you got a young'un to upbraid, so best start getting' into the mood to chew the fat here." "You know it...Sugar," Jean replied with a hint of a mock-Southern accent then steeled her resolve for what was ahead of her, even as she felt Ororo mentally extend her own support to the needs of being parental. Even before she stepped past the threshold, however, she could hear the verbal altercation taking place and winced as the mental chatter battered away at her otherwise formidable defenses, while she physically approached the squabbling duo in the midst of all the cacophony of swirling emotions. "I keep telling her to back off, so why won't she get the point already?" "You're just being paranoid, Red. Nobody's out to ride your ass, let alone me, so why don't you cool off and get with the program?" "Cool off?!? You're a fine one to be telling me that! And I suppose I just imagined the way you were sniffing me just now, or where those clawed hands of yours were positioned?" "So we kind of bumped up against each other, Red...no crime in that, and it's bound to happen in a training room session..." "Girls, calm down already," Katherine Pryde, the institute's physical studies instructor, sternly commanded, "There's no reason to turn this into an exercise in lung capacity by trying to shout each other down. Take a minute and breathe slowly, then count to ten and let's try to start over." "I'm just telling her to back away and leave me alone already!" Rachael Summers-Munroe insisted, "Lately it's like she's been all over me, sniffing in my dresser, raiding my things, tailing me like I've got a bell around my neck or..." "Now there's some mental imagery," quipped Illyana Rasputin-Pryde, metaphysical studies counselor, as she kept herself physically positioned between the two contending furies, eyeing their most recent recruit with a wary gaze while keeping a firm grip on her Soulsword, "What about it, Ms. Creed? Are you deliberately harassing Ms. Summers, and---if so---what then are your intentions?" "Intentions?" the new student, Tyler Creed, asked with mock-innocence in her tone and expression, "I don't know what you're talking about, Ms. Pryde. We're just classmates in a training program together, and can I help it if I want to sniff out the competition?" "Uh-huh," a stern-visaged and knowing Raven Darkholm-Frost remarked as she sized up the two contending Middle School students, "And do you offer the same treatment to some of the other girls in your class, or is it just Rachael in particular whom you most like to chase after?" This time Tyler actually evidenced an evasive quality to her tone and expression, "What do you mean? I keep my senses keyed on the other girls..." "Indeed," Emma Frost arched her tone with high-brow speculation, looking first from one girl to the other before giving her wife a knowing scrutiny and adding, "Seems to me more like you've picked up on her spoor and are following a trail, which is a trait that reminds one rather remarkably of your late father." "My father?" Tyler became more acutely nervous at the mention of her homicidally inclined predecessor, "What about him?" "Young fool," Raven sniffed, "If your mother had regaled you with half the stories that I know about him you would not be so quick to dismiss signs of his behavior that we've noticed surfacing within you of late. As it is we can overlook some aspects as the normal result of teenaged hormones kicking in a bit prematurely..." "Hormones?" Tyler appeared even more confused than ever. "You are going on twelve, young lady," said a stern-voiced Elizabeth Braddock, professor of parapsychology, as she approached the squabbling pair and gave Rachael a frank look before turning the force of her stare upon young Tyler, "Rachael might be a year or two older than you, but it is not unheard of for girls your age to develop a mild fixation complex, and given the fact that you are both telepaths with advanced physical endowments for your age group, it seems more than slightly natural for your to start to notice one another and for one to become the more acutely aware of the presence of the other." "Wait a minute...what are you talking about here?" Rachael asked in confusion, turning towards her blonde classmate---who seemed unusually sheepish and reserved all of a sudden---then the older girl said, "You're not...I mean...me and her? You're kidding!" "Apparently Miss Creed here is a bit shy on expressing her true emotions and has sought refuge in more aggressive behavior to cover for her own sense of confusion," Betsy Braddock said with cool, aloof British temper, "Ordinarily we would prefer not to get involved in such tentative behavior, but when it begins to interfere with class performance..." "But that doesn't give you the right to tell her!" Tyler spat acidly. "I am not trying to break any confidence here, young lady," Betsy attempted to reassure the wild-maned blonde code-named Wildcat, "But it's become a little too apparent to everyone else what the two of you have been too caught up in your budding affair to bother to notice..." "I hate you!" Tyler suddenly spat at her purple-haired mentor and started to turn away when all at once she drew aback, finding Jean and Ororo standing directly athwart her planned avenue of exit. At the sight of the stern blue eyes of the redheaded Headmistress of the Xavier Institute the blonde got round-eyed and said, "Oh? Uh...Ms. Summers...I..." "Yes?" Jean asked drolly, not intending to sound sarcastic as she eyed the rather overly developed adolescent like any mother would a prospective suitor for the hand of her daughter. "Mom?" Rachael asked, no less taken aback at the sudden appearance of her own formidable elder. Tyler's mouth worked but no sound came out as she found herself being probed to the very depths of her soul, which made the sudden intercession by Ororo that much more of a relief to all concerned parties. "Why don't you tell us a bit more about it after the both of you have freshened up and gotten dressed in your civvies?" Ororo asked with gentle-voiced amusement, "We all know what a difficult time of adjustment it must be for you, Tyler, and no one truly wishes to ride your case. If anything my wife and I are overjoyed to find our Rachael might be taking an interest in other girls her own age." "I am?" Rachael asked in growing confusion, still trying to sort out how the girl who had so recently been the bane of her existence was suddenly being considered her new..."girlfriend?" "We are certain that you will, in good time, be able to sort through the confusing tide of hormones that must be tormenting you something awful," Ororo mused, "I know how my late husband---the Powers rest his soul---had to struggle against his own nature in order to find peace and harmony from within, and we have every confidence that you will be able to do likewise...don't we, Jean-darling?" It took a bit of mental nudging on her wife's part to get Jean to reply with some detachment, "Yes...of course, we all wish for the best, and we are just as certain that Rachael will possess the maturity needed to make the right decision." "I will?" Rachael wondered if her mother was being sarcastic or not, it was difficult to tell past the mental barriers erected by the Phoenix. "Off you go now," Ororo urged in gentle dismissal, "We will talk some more when the both of you are less hot and sweaty from your recent training workout." "Ah...ah...yeah...right," Tyler responded, and hastily turned to make her exit. "Oh, and Tyler," Jean said drolly. Tyler froze in place and gulped, "Yes...Ms. Summers?" "My wife and I would like to offer you a chance to dine with us tonight in our private part of the mansion," Jean said as if only making a casual offer instead of the firmly-worded command that it actually was, "You will be there on time at seven, will you not?" Left unspoken was the hint that refusal to show up was not an option, so Tyler swallowed a thick lump that had suddenly formed within her throat and said, "Uh...yeah, sure...I'll be there." "And Rachael," Ororo smiled, "Try and look your best for the sake of Tyler." "Why me?" Rachael wondered if she were being punished, but had the sneaking suspicion that her parents had far more sinister motives for insisting that she be there. One stern glance from her mother, however, and all the petulant teen-rebelliousness within her nature promptly decided to take a powder, for no one ever said "No" to her mother when she used a tone like that on someone. She only wondered why her step-mother was insisting that she "dress nice" for the likes of Tyler. What exactly did they expect to have happen between the two of them? The annoying blonde was part animal and barely civilized at the best of times, and the fact that she was also a powerful telepath---along with her claws and other cat-like attributes---just meant that Tyler was an even bigger pain than the rest of her classmates put together, including that annoying dim-bulb Retro... The adults waited until both teenagers had exited the Danger Room before Jean heaved a sigh and let the mask of authority drop from around her shoulders. Rogue turned towards her own adopted mother and said, "I do declare, Mom...there's times like these when I think ah'm being punished for whatever it was I put you through when I was that age..." "You were never that difficult to handle...thankfully," Raven assured, only to wince as she caught the amused look her own wife was giving her before saying, "On the other hand...my own youth was not a time I would much care to discuss in public." "You can always discuss it with me in private, darling," Emma replied while stroking a tender finger along the blue-skinned cheek of her partner, "After all, there are no secrets to be found between the two of us, are there?" "And if there were you'd be the one to ferret them out," Betsy chuckled, only to sober as she turned towards Jean and said, "Rachael is growing up faster than even she knows, but that Tyler...her hidden potential is likely as explosive." "Wonderful," Jean rolled her eyes, "Times like these I wonder how Professor Xavier ever managed to cope with us as students? I only wish I had a tenth of his patience...or yours for that matter, honey." "I am only too glad to help out," Ororo reassured her wife before turning a glance towards the others, "Are there any other problem cases developing now that we ought to know about for later?" "None that immediate," Emma replied rather brusquely, "Although I am starting to wonder if the Wagner child might be taking a little too much after her own father." "Ah yes," Mystique nodded sagely, "My ever-precocious granddaughter." "Hey, Kurt was practically an angel when he was around," Kitty defended, "All right, so Margali's a bit of a class clown and tends to swing from the rafters, but at her age and around here that's practically harmless..." "Harmless unless you consider that she has the potential to be an even greater mage than her mother," Illyana pointed out, "And as her teacher in that department I can vouch that the mystic arts are not something you fool around with lightly." "So..." Raven turned back towards Jean, "What do you plan to do if things do develop between Creed's child and your daughter? You know how much I was against her admission..." "A problem child to be certain," Emma remarked, "But I can vouch for Betsy's appraisal that she has a lot of hidden potential." "Yeah, well, don't take me wrong about all this," Rogue averred, "But times are ah just wish those two would get down to it an' screw one another to work it outta their system. Bad enough t'be goin' through the Change as a normal teenager, just noticin' other girls an' all that, but add in mutant powers an' yer fixin' to bring this whole school down around our ears, so the longer they put it off..." "We know this, old friend," Ororo reassured the skunk-haired instructor, "That's why Jean and I will be sounding her out to know if Tyler's intentions are truly honorable with our daughter." "And if they are not?" Betsy asked. "We'll work that out in due time," Jean assured before sweeping her gaze over the rest of her current staff, "By the way...if all of us are here, then who is upstairs minding the children?" "Don't worry on that score, Hon," Rogue assured her, "Allison's upstairs conducting music lessons, an' Sabra's decided to make herself useful by helping Callysto play hall monitor while she's visiting us on behalf of the Knesset." Ororo turned a suddenly concerned look towards her wife and said, "If Sabra's here on behalf of the Israeli government..." "Then it means that she's probably brought those confidential files from the Dead Sea Scroll committee," Jean concluded for her wife, "Looks like we're going to have to postpone our reunion party until much later at this rate..." "I wouldn't worry too much about that, darling," Ororo said as she ran her fingers through the crimson locks of the other woman, "The wait will build the anticipation, and you know how I like to take my time when it comes to celebrating our reunions..." Jean's smile was an open invitation to ravage the stunning beauty that was Ororo where she stood, but she managed to restrain herself before her telekinesis could kick in to put her stray thoughts into practice, but nonetheless the promise was there and could easily be read even by the non-telepaths currently present. "Which reminds me, Raven dear," Emma murmured softly into the ear of her changeling wife, "We were in the middle of a private therapy session of our own when we were rather...inconveniently interrupted." "Oh?" Raven tried to sound nonchalant but put up no resistance as the White Queen took her by the wrist and steered her towards the exit, "Well...I suppose I have been a rather bad girl of late..." "That you have," Emma chuckled, taking Mystique by the arm and walking side-by-side while murmuring an ominous, "And you deserve to be appropriately punished..." "Now there goes a really strange couple," Kitty remarked as she observed the two vanishing through the exit. "Indeed," Illyana agreed, "But a couple of what I refuse to speculate." "Oh, I think it's quite a natural pairing when you get down to the basics," Betsy observed, "After all, those are two of the most devious, crafty and conniving women that any of us have ever encountered, so naturally they've each discovered a soul mate in the other...and it doesn't hurt that Emma can see right through her wife's disguises to know the true woman within." "And she likes Mystique anyway?" Kitty quipped. "Well, stranger things have happened," Betsy shrugged, "And it's not just opposites who do all the attracting." "Hey, that's my mom you're talkin' bout there, kiddo," Rogue growled in mild resentment, "So if anybody's gonna bad-mouth her 'round here it'd better be me, get it?" "Says the woman who needs to wear a body-sized prophylactic whenever she's with another girl," Betsy remarked, "Unless you do it in the containment chamber where our powers tend to be dampened." "An' that's just where y'all are headed if ya don't lay off right here and now, Bets," Rogue ominously warned her, her smile belying the tone of her cross expression. "Talk is cheap, as you Yanks are prone to say," the voluptuous Englishwoman-turned-Japanese-kunoichi all but brazenly challenged, "Put up or shut up as they---HEY!" she yelped as her feet suddenly left the floor and she found herself dangling in mid-air in total free-fall. "Ah warned ya once, an' that's all the warnin' y'all get with me, gal-pal," Rogue grinned like a Cheshire cat as she held the other woman aloft with a magnetic containment field specially tailored for the human body, "Now we gotta settle this honorable-like woman-to-woman in the chamber, so be prepared to walk bow-legged, witch, 'cause we're not leavin' there 'til we satisfy our honor." Both Kitty and Illyana held their peace until the odd pair had fully exited then the latter remarked, "Something tells me it's a lot more than just honor that's about to be satisfied." "Betsy knew the risks before she provoked her," Kitty noted in dry humor, "Which is doubtlessly why she did that in the first place." "Speaking of which," the Russian-born blonde mutant mused as she turned back to regard her Jewish-American wife, "Why are we the only ones left who aren't getting any action?" "Good point," Kitty grinned back, "You in the mood for a straight double, or maybe a bit of group action?" "Who did you have in mind to include?" Illyana purred sweetly. "Could we go to Promised Island and visit Chikage-chan? Maybe even get her fiancee in the action?" Kitty wondered. The Russian-born mutant/sorceress hums. Hirosaki Chikage and her betrothed, Sukeyama Sakuya, are two of many young girls born around the time of the Millennial Virus' first appearance under the aegis of Project: Sister Princess. Instigated by Chikage's late grandfather, one of the most powerful elemental mages known, Project SP was designed to present a group of four-to-six younger sisters to those people marked by Hirosaki Ryuuji as posessing a "very special destiny." Twelve of the Project SP girls, in two "families" of six, lived now on a volcanic islet in the Sagami Sea, south-west of Tokyo, nicknamed "Promised Island." Chikage, presently a freshman high school student at Promised Island Stargazer West College, often visited the Xavier Institute to help tutor Illyana's charges; the knowledge the young mage inherited from her grandfather put her easily in the Russian's class. Since she was not a mutant -- it was believed by many sorcerers worldwide that Chikage had some non-Terran ancestry through Ryuuji, though that had not been confirmed -- the Project SP girl had not been invited to attend the Xavier Institute herself. *Pity,* Illyana often mused. *Chikage-chan could easily have given Doctor Strange or Baron Mordo a run for their money!* "No, I don't think that'd be a good idea now," Illyana sighed. "Why not?" "From what Chikage-chan's mother told me, the time's fast approaching when she, not to mention the other girls at Welcome House..." -- that was the youth hostel on Promised Island where Chikage and the other Project SP girls lived -- "...are going to be meeting their big sisters." "Really?!" Kitty's eyebrow arched surprisedly, then she smirked. "Chikage-chan's excited to meet her 'Ane-kun' and Sakuya-chan's 'Onee-sama,' eh?" "Da," the Russian nodded. "Let's pop in on Chikage-chan and Sakuya-chan after it happens, 'kay?" "Alright," the American conceded, then hummed before perking up. "Hey, Dani's not seeing anyone at the moment, way I hear. Care to rope her in for a threesome?" "If she's in the mood, then I'd be delighted," Illyana remarked as she conjured up one of her dimension-hopping stepping light disks, "What say we drop in on our little Cheyenne princess and see if she's done playing Valkyrie for the evening." "I love the way you think, partner," Kitty grinned as she stepped towards the disk and prepared to travel the distance via Limbo, "You're so devious...no wonder I married you." "And here I thought it was because you couldn't live without me," Illyana mused as she prepared to follow her wife through the stepping disk into the pocket realm over which she was sovereign. "That too," Kitty chuckled, only to voice aloud before the light-disk vanished altogether, "Hey, what do you suppose Sabra's got in that diplomatic pouch she brought with her...?" a question that would go unanswered...at least for the immediate present... * * * "Whatta revoltin' development this is," grumbled the shaggy-haired biker as she peered through a set of binoculars at the distant high school campus, "The things I gotta do in the name of honor..." Her name was Logan....a curious name for a woman you might think until one examined her more closely, at which point one would draw some rather **interesting** observations, which in turn would infer the answer to other more pertinent questions. As she drew a long puff on the "stogie" in her hand Logan was compelled to think back to the events of an earlier life, a time when she had been (at least physically) very different, when she had made a vow to a dying woman to care for her daughter "like she was my own," which in turn led to a rather informal adoption of a girl naked Akiko, now the ward of a certain lady named Yashida Mariko, Logan's primary love interest from the days before there was such things as the Millennial Virus. No one knew for certain exactly how old she was, but when Logan had been a man she had the ageless, rugged looks of youth, perpetually set around thirty years or so. By nature she was something of a gypsy, a wandering soldier of fortune who had lived many lives and done far more in his time than most men did in ten incarnations. About the murkiest chapter of her extended life was the series of events that accounted for having Adamantium alloy grafted to her bone structure. Even after years of delving into the secrets behind that mystery there were still whole chunks of her life that were still missing. Her super-fast healing ability---a mutant gift bequeathed to her by her late and unremembered father---had kept her going through thick and thin, hard times and the worst of things, and right up to the Millennial Virus itself, which had threatened to do what no enemy ever had of bringing the career of the Wolverine to a crashing end forever. But nature has a way of coping with even the worst sort of crisis, and her healing ability came through with a vengeance...which posed an entirely different problem than was normally the case for guys who went through "The Change" since her Adamantium bones had been pre-set to fit a masculine framework. Fortunately for her, Logan knew friends who were good at manipulating metal, and through a combination of talents both Rogue and Polaris had used their gifts to "reshape" the metal in Logan's body, to turn it soft and pliable for a time until her pattern had been reset, at which point the metal was allowed to reshape itself to fit her new and far more slender contours. All of which meant that the mutant known as Logan had undergone a total makeover, her body adjusted to mask the presence of her "Y" chromosomes with an "X" layering that kept them safe from the worst ravages of the Virus. If anything the Virus greatly augmented her already formidable immune and regenerative systems to where nothing short of total discorporation could effectively kill her. Yes the price had been high, but as always Wolverine was a natural born survivor. "Good thing big bro Sabertooth never lived to see this," Logan grumbled under her breath, "Or I'd never hear the end of it...bad enough I gotta play Uncle to his brat daughter..." And speaking of daughters, this was Akiko's first day in High School, so Logan was quite naturally on hand to see that her adopted ward made it through her first day without a scratch. After all, Akiko was essentially human in most respects, and as such vulnerable to attack in spite of all the high-level martial arts training drummed into her by an overly protective Logan. "Kid better be all right on her first day," Logan grumbled to herself while adjusting her binoculars as she searched for a familiar face amid a crowd of similarly dark-haired teenagers, "Or somebody's gonna wish they never were born. Mariko-chan raised her good, but I can't help thinking how frail and vulnerable she looked the day we adopted her. Even with the damned virus she ain't as resilient as me, and she ain't got mutant powers." "Is that what is bothering you, old friend?" a friendly voice responded, "You really ought to take things one step at a time, like you usually do, instead of fretting like an old hen over a chick that she adopted." "Heh, thought you'd say something like that, Chuck," Logan sniffed, "Yer right, like always...I really oughta take things in stride. Ain't like kids her age don't go to school every other day...it's just this place has got a pretty heavy rep. Don't know what Mariko was thinking to enroll her here instead of some high-class hen nest." "Why don't you ask her the next time you drop in uninvited?" the disembodied voice responded, "Or are you afraid that Yuriko might object to another threesome?" "Heh, no chance o' that, Chuck," Logan snorted, "She ain't called the 'Wild One' 'cause she likes the fancy title, an' maybe she has gotten a lot closer to my wife these days than a simple house guest, but I still got my pride an' I ain't much in the mood to intrude on their action." "You don't really think that they would be unhappy to see you?" the voice asked reasonably, "You know how they both feel about you, and doesn't Akiko deserve to have a full-time surrogate father?" "Ain't much of a father these days," Logan sniffed, "I look after the kid and help train her when I can, but with my kinda lifestyle I ain't much for the settling-in life permanent like." This time the sound of a heavy sigh could be heard hanging in the air, then the voice spoke once again, "Logan...I fear you can never be satisfied with living in just one place. You have people back at the mansion who care enough about you to worry, and still you hold them at a distance, blaming yourself for the changes to your anatomy. I know it must be difficult for you..." "Like you'd know anything about it, Chuck?" Logan asked, "You're dead...and what's left of you got preserved in that Shi'ar Containment Sphere by Lilandra, so other than telecommutin' from beyond the grave you ain't got no idea what it's like for the rest of us who're still livin' on this mudball of a planet." "It is true that I am not the man I once was," the voice replied, "But then again...who is these days?" "Heh, got that right," Logan glanced towards his specially designed motorcycle and its encrypted relay communication-AI unit, only to turn back with a start as he focused his binoculars upon a particular sight that had just caught his attention, "What the...? Who are those guys?" "Eh?" the voice emanating from the motorcycle responded, "What is it? What do you see?" "Can't tell from here, Chuck," Logan replied, "But I'm scopin' out a bunch of teenagers who don't look like the rest of the student body. One's a short girl with long red hair done up in a pigtail, and she's wearing a red Chinese pantsuit rather than a school uniform, but there's another girl next to her whose got purple hair and she's definitely not Japanese." "How can you tell?" "Trust me, Chuck," Logan replied, "I know how to tell a native from a gaijin. Fact is...if I didn't know better I'd swear she was a Chinese Amazon from the land of the Nyanchiczu..." "Nyanchiczu?" the voice of the late Charles Xavier replied, "That name is oddly familiar..." "Hey, if you'd ever been to one of their villages you'd definitely remember," Logan sniffed, "Fact is that's one part o' my past that I try not to remember...don't know about the other girls, though. Two are wearing school uniforms, another looks old enough to have recently graduated...but what's with the girl dressed up in a chef's get-up? If I didn't know better I'd swear she looks ready to sell okonomiyaki..." "An interesting group to be certain," Xavier replied, "But why pay them so much attention?" "Can't say for certain," Logan replied, "Just a hunch that there's something about 'em that...huh? What the devil...?" "Now what?" the motorcycle-relayed voice inquired, "You know I can't read anything at this distance...and how I dearly miss my old telepathic abilities..." "Somethin' strange is going on down there with a bunch of the other students," Logan frowned, "Looks almost like they're about to gang up on the new arrivals...or maybe that short one who just detached herself from the others? Got an odd feeling about this one...might be interesting to watch, but if it gets anywhere close to Akiko...there's gonna be real trouble..." "What the heck is going on?" Ranma asked as she tensed up upon seeing the way the female students of the high school were advancing upon their position. "Never mind," Akane sighed as she started to move forward, "I'll handle it, this kind of thing happens almost every morning..." "Say what?" Ukyo asked, already reaching for her baker's peel, a family heirloom that she preferred to employ as a weapon. Shampoo had her bonbori in hand but held back as Nabiki urged, "Don't interfere...Akane would resent it, and besides, she doesn't really need help at this point." "Oh my," Kasumi remarked, "What does Akane-chan mean that she has to do this every day, Nabiki?" "You'll see soon enough, Oneechan," Nabiki assured, "At the very least this ought to be entertaining." There were thirty of them in all, women from various athletic clubs and sports teams by the look of them, each representing a different recreational pursuit and all of them smiling in anticipation as if this were the sort of sport they looked forward to playing, and with Akane as their chosen opponent since they were all confronting her and not one another. "Ready to play, Akane-chan?" one of these club leaders asked, a beautiful girl dressed up in a samurai hakama, wooden bokken at the ready. "Do we have to do this now, Seiko-san?" Akane asked in a tired voice, "My sisters and house guests want to get to class on time for once, so why don't we skip this part of the day and do this sometime later?" "What's the matter, Akane-chan?" a girl in tennis shorts asked slyly while fingering her racket, "Getting cold feet on us already?" "Maybe this is the day one of us gets to nail you, how about that?" said a girl bouncing a basketball up and down in regular rhythm. "And all of us have been in training since the last time we mixed it up," said another pretty girl in a Judo gi, "So don't expect an easy time of it, because this time we're doing it together." "What, like a group scene?" Akane winced, "You know I'm going steady with Yuri and Sayuri, and I'm not much into doing a train..." "That's not the way we heard it," snickered a lovely young thing dressed in western-style fencing gear as she raised her foil in salute of her prospective opponent. "Kodachi was going on about how you dragged her into an orgy involving your sisters and about four or five other women," said another girl who was bouncing a soccer ball from one knee to the other. "Yes," said yet another lovely blonde thing as she struck a pose in her cheerleader's outfit, "So we figure the rest of us have more of a chance if we team up against you." "What?" Akane reacted in dismay, "Kodachi said...what?" "Um...did she mention anything else besides...girlfriends?" Ranma asked rather nervously. "Not that I can recall, stranger," said a lady in a baseball uniform as she balanced a bat on one shoulder, then paused to give Ranma and her companions a better study, "Say...you wouldn't happen to be those new girls that Kodachi mentioned? The pigtailed redhead and the gaijin with purple hair and really big tits?" "Not to mention the really cute one with the ribbon in her hair," the blonde cheerleader cooed, "Hmmm...she might even be a good match for my sister..." "Knock it off, Mariko," Akane growled, "Leave the others out of it. Your business is with me, and if we're gonna do this, then let's get it over all ready." "Oooh...sounds very protective if you ask me, Akane-chan," the Kendo-clad Seiko mused while brandishing her wooden sword. "Maybe we ought to check these newcomers out after we get through working you over," a girl with a ball cap and a pool-table cue remarked, giving the others a speculative study before adding, "And while we're at it, maybe we should include both of your delectable sisters..." "That's it!" Akane snapped, rushing forward, "Now you guys have really had it!" "Not yet," Seiko cried as she prepared to meet the other girl's lunge, "But that's the point of all this...you've got it and we want it!" As Ranma, Ukyo, Shampoo and their fiancées, the older Tendo sisters, looked on they saw the gang of girls rush in upon Akane, who moved to meet their challenge with a fury not demonstrated the night before during their light bit of sparring. For this time the youngest of the Tendo sisters looked truly mad, and with her energies focused on the task at hand she prepared to deal with the randy horde of would-be ravishers intent on having their way with her petite body. Unbeknownst to these others, however, a young sixteen year old girl named Akiko was just then making her way onto the campus, rushing from her mother's limousine out onto the curb with great haste as she cried, "Amaterasu, I am so late! I should never have let auntie Yuriko talk me into playing strip poker with her and her friends until three o'clock in the morning...!" She ignored her adopted mother's hasty call from the inside of the limousine, intent only on making up for lost time since this was her first day at a new school and the last thing she wanted was to make a bad impression. The gates were too far away for her liking so she instead vaulted the wall, taking the nine foot stone fence in a single hurdle using the Ninja skills that she had been raised to master, and never even suspecting where she would land on the other side, or the trouble in which she would find herself once she got there. "Huh?" Ranma asked as she caught movement out of the corner of one eye, which only barely distracted her for an instant from the sight of Akane plowing into the ranks of her fellow students, bowling them over and scattering them like ten-pins. "Are y'all sure your kid-sis doesn't need our help, Sugar?" Ukyo asked of Nabiki, "The odds seem a little too stacked against her..." "Aiyaa," Shampoo exclaimed as she saw bodies flying in all directions, "Is like gauntlet run in special tournament held by Nyanchiczu ever four seasons, where only toughest warriors who survive can go on to next level of competition." "Oh, don't worry so much, guys," Nabiki said confidently, "Akane's a real pro at this, and besides, those other girls may seem tough but they're holding back too much since they don't really want to hurt her. Just gang-bang her when she's subdued, while Akane's under no such restraint and doesn't have to hold back...not that she'd really want to." "Oh my," Kasumi remarked in some distress, "Is it necessary that she be so brutal? Some of those girls seem awfully nice, and they only want to have fun with Akane. After all, as you say, they don't really want to hurt her." "You know Akane," Nabiki shrugged, "She actually takes it personal if somebody won't take 'no' for an answer. And not everyone is as easy-going and accommodating as you, Sis..." "She's not too bad as a fighter," Ranma remarked, "But she oughta learn some restraint. Ukyo and me can take down girls who get too pushy without having to injure anybody..." "Yeah," Ukyo agreed, "And besides, we both know enough about Shiatsu nerve-points that we can paralyze a girl...or get their motor running, depending on how you wanna work it." "Shampoo know many ways give girl pleasure with no having to bare her pussy," Shampoo noted, "And if girl satisfied by touch she less likely to harbor grudge next time you want to date her." "You guys are definitely gonna have to show me some of that," Nabiki grinned, only to shift her focus and turn a startled look towards a new girl who had just entered the picture, to which the middle Tendo sister cried, "Hey...who the heck is that? Never seen her before, but what's she doing out there? Has she got a death wish...?" Several kilometers away the woman known as Logan was asking the same question, only at considerably higher volume and punctuated with swear-words, but as for Akiko herself she was quite taken by surprise to find herself landing in the middle of a battle-zone, and with women wearing the outfits of various sports going at it with a female typhoon who was laying them about with great abandon. "Take that back about my sisters!" the short-but-wiry girl was snarling with a fury that would have done justice to Akiko's adopted 'father.' "Huh?" Akiko exclaimed as a female Sumo-wrestler went hurtling past her at great speed, forcing Akiko to dodge with a hasty roll followed by a handspring. Unfortunately her landing brought her a little too close to the one attacking these others, and Akiko whirled about in time to see the shorter girl venting her wrath in all directions...which naturally included the one in which Akiko herself was standing, much to the dismay of an astonished young lady. To Akane it appeared as though yet another antagonist was making a sneak attack to her rear and spun about to aim a kick that should have sent the new girl tumbling backwards. Instead it seemed almost as if time itself were slowing down to a crawl as the new girl moved with astonishing speed, skill and dexterity to block the kick and deflect it off her school bag. Not bothering to pause and take notice of the fact that the girl was wearing a school uniform rather than the sporting garb of one of the clubs, Akane shifted her balance and attacked once again, this time with a roundhouse punch that by rights should have sent her target sprawling... Only Akiko grabbed her by the wrist and used her own momentum to throw Akane head-over-heels onto the sidewalk. Not surrendering her grip by even a fraction, Akiko moved to twist Akane's arm into a paralyzing lock-hold, not even needing to think about the gesture as her body moved automatically, exactly the way aunt Yuriko and her father had taught her. "OW!" Akane cried, trying desperately to get loose, only to give up at once as her efforts only increased the pressure. "(Say Uncle!)" Akiko said in English, then shifted back to Japanese and added, "If you do not hold very still I might just break your arm, and I think neither one of us would want that." "OW---what are you---? All right...you win!" The words were no sooner out of Akane's lips when the belated realization struck her of what she had just done, and inadvertently conceded. The other girl only maintained her hold long enough to insure that Akane would not attack again then let her go without further delay, stepping back from Akane and adopting an apologetic manner. "I'm so sorry...I didn't mean for that to happen," Akiko bowed, "I was just trying to get to class on time and..." "Hey!" one of the sports stars who still remained standing cried as she broke out of her surprised daze and adopted a tone of genuine outrage, "Who are you, and what are you doing butting into our business?" "Um...excuse me?" Akiko blinked. "Don't act innocent around us, Sister," another girl hissed while waving a finger at Akiko, "You waltz in here and butt into our little game, then take the prize without warning, and you expect us to think you weren't planning this from the beginning?" "Ah...I don't quite follow you..." Akiko admitted. "It had to be a clever strategy to take advantage of Akane-chan while we had her distracted," the cheerleader named Mariko sounded genuinely offended, "How rude to cut into our line, and if you think we're going to let you get away with conning our friend into a date..." "Date?" Akiko stammered, "But...I don't even know her!" "Hey, we ought to teach the Newbie a lesson in manners," a girl wearing a one-piece swimsuit (and nothing else) turned to the others and declared, "C'mon girls...let's show her what we do to freshmen who try to one-up their betters!" "Yeah," another girl cried, "We'll do her...then we can have our fun with Akane!" "Hah?" Akiko blinked, "But I..." "Run!" Akane urged, forcing herself back to her feet, "I'll run interference." "What?" Akiko reacted, surprised to find the girl who had attacked her before was now standing up for her welfare. "Let me handle them...then I'll try and explain things," Akane promised to the new girl, already moving to counter the lunge of the fencer. "But I---HEY!" Akiko declared, dodging a bokken attack as a recovering Seiko chose her for a new target. "I'll not let you have my prize...at least not until you've earned it!" snarled the Kendo fencing captain. "ENOUGH!!!" Just like that the action halted in mid-motions with all contending parties freezing up like statues. At first Akiko wondered if someone with a mutant power had just spoken, but then she saw Akane turn and glance off to the side, compelling Akiko to do likewise as a new arrival on the scene strode up to join them, her aristocratic features set in a tight glare of condescending appraisal. "You," said a purple-eyed brunette wearing a green leotard while twirling a ribbon, "How dare you try to steal the spotlight from the one who has done more than any to earn it...namely myself, to say nothing of the crime of attempting to date my beloved Akane." "I...what?" Akiko blinked. "Kodachi," Akane sighed, giving Akiko an apologetic look, "I'm sorry...this is really, really very complicated." "I will not deny that you obviously possess some skill as a martial artist," Kodachi directed herself towards Akiko, "Even if it were no more than mere happenstance, there are very few fighters who could get the better of my beloved for even a fraction of a second." "Ah..." Akiko turned a side-look towards Akane, "She's with you?" "Ah...not exactly," Akane winced, "It's..." "Complicated?" "Yeah." "That's what I figured," Akiko sighed, "Um...look, I don't want to get into the middle of this, but there's obviously a misunderstanding..." "Of course...and you just made it," Kodachi sniffed, "Now prepare yourself to face the wrath of the one whom you have most offended, the talented and beautiful rising star of Martial Arts Rhythmic Gymnastics, Kuno Kodachi!" And with that the pony-tailed gymnast sent her whip-like ribbon snapping out in Akiko's direction, compelling the other girl to dodge rapidly, even while muttering aloud, "I sure hope like hell that Dad isn't seeing this! HELP!" "Hey, wait up, Ranma-kun!" Nabiki belatedly called out as the redhead shot forward. "Wait nothing!" Ranma declared, "I've seen enough of this, and I ain't waiting another second!" "You said it, Ranchan," Ukyo declared as she followed in the wake of her redheaded fiancée. "Aiyaa!" Shampoo cried out as she lunged forward to flank Kodachi, "Crazy girl show Shampoo good time last night, but no let that stop Shampoo from pounding sense in Crazy-girl!" "Oh my," Kasumi remarked, "Things are certainly getting out of hand here." "You said it, Sis," Nabiki averred, only to perk one ear and ask, "Ah...am I imagining things, or does that sound like the hum of a really-fast motorcycle...?" Both Tendo sisters turned as one in time to see the sleek motorcycle as it raced past them and out onto the high school grounds, then all at once the rider detached herself from her seat and vaulted into the air, coming down in the space between Kodachi and the other girls as the former held them all at bay with her ribbon...but a matching pair of "SCHNIKT"s later and the ribbon of the gymnast was on the ground, sliced up into several pieces. To the dismay of everyone else concerned a strange woman dressed in leathers and wearing a pair of fuzzy bangs at the sides of her head stood there with metal claws projecting from both hands, a feral snarl in place as the stranger said, "Sorry to crash the party, but ain't no one doin' nothing here...unless I'm the one to do it!" "Who the heck are you?" Ranma asked on behalf of the others. Akiko only hesitated by a fraction before she said, in round-eyed dismay, "Daddy...?" CONTINUED. Comments/Criticisms/Mutant Writing Skills: shadowmane@msn.com Then engagement is joined and all contending parties are finding themselves in the mixture, but what will be the ultimate outcome as hasty introductions are made...along some equally rushed explanations in, "Of Dreams and Butterflies," or, "Wolverine Unlimited...buy the whole series!" Be there! (Almost didn't get this chapter finished...had a computer failure this morning, but now I seem to be back up and running...at least for the moment...ciao!) Jim Robert Bader 6/11/00