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	Wolverine 105 - Existance Is Suffering, Suffering Comes Through
        Desire, And Desire Is Part Of Existance.  (continued)
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	Forge yawned, looked up and blinked, then blinked again, then one
more time.
	"What's the matter?" Elektra asked, staring up from Wolverine's
unconscious body.
	"That computer array, I know how it works, but I can't see how it
works."
	Elektra just stared at him, then said.
	"Um...okay, so what?"
	Forge smiled slightly,"Sorry, I sometimes forget that not everyone
here is a mutant.  The thing is, my mutant ability is to instinctively know
how mechanical and technological things work, so when I look at that
computer array, as well as knowing how it works, I should be able to see
how to put it together, how to make it run, how to make it go faster, why
it works the way it does etc."
	"But you can't?"
	"No, which is odd, because as far as I know I haven't slipped down
the evolutionary ladder any since this morning."
	Elektra smiled, then her eyes widened,"Wolverine's healing factor
had stopped! So did Sabretooths!"
	Forge nodded, then spoke into his wristwatch.
	"Havok, don't think me strange, but can you blow a hole in the wall
of anywhere you're at?"
	"Ummm, could you repeat that?" came back Havok's voice, sounding
confused.
	"No time to explain, just try it."
	There was a moment of silence, then the sound of slight swearing,
then Havok replied,"Nada, nothing, my powers seem to have shorted out."
	"Computer, do a sweep of the area, north, south, east, west, up and
down if you have to, are we being surrounded by some sort of null field? Or
anything strange? Look for anything strange." said Forge to the computer.
	The computer was silent for a couple of seconds, then replied,"No
null field detected, however, anomaly located exactly 700 meters above
Falls Edge facility."
	"On screen."
	On the large computer screen the picture of the beautiful blue sky
appeared, a duck was flying above them, then it seemed to hit something
in mid air and spiral downwards, before recovering and flying away again.
	"A cloaked ship," muttered Forge,"Cutting of our mutant powers!
Computer, locate active mutagenic signatures."
	"Two located, mutant designates Mystique and Wildchild, located
directly behind Fall Edge facility."
	"Background radiation may be negating the field,"
muttered Forge,"Attention all members of X-Factor, make your way to the
fielded area behind the facility immediately."
	"What about Wolverine?" asked Elektra.
	"We wheel him out and hope like hell that field is negated!"


	"Mystique, you shouldn't be doing that," gasped Wildchild
breathlessly."
        "Nonsense," laughed Mystique,"You don't want me to stop and you
know it!"
	Her hand slowly stroked up and down over his swollen member, her
grip was firm and yet at the same time gentle.
	Wildchild's head was raised, he was deliberately looking up at the
sky, indicating he wasn't enjoying this, but he made no motion to pull
away.
        "Not bad you know, Sabretooth there had a bigger one, but then he
never really used it to much advantage, he just liked to get on top of you
and pump in and out, he rarely lasted more than a few minutes," she laughed
lightly and gave a little squeeze, Wildchild groaned.
	She continued stroking his cock with her blue skinned hands, her
other hand slid down into his pants and cupped his balls.
        "Do you really want me to stop?" she asked, again with that little
mocking laugh.
	"Please.....don't....I mean, stop, we shouldn't be doing this...."
	He gave a little mewl of pleasure, his eyes closed and his head
tilted back further, a low animal growl emitted from his throat.
        He felt the sleight weight of Mystique's body drop away from him,
and then the cool sensation of the wind on his buttocks as his pants were
pulled down around his ankles.  He opened his eyes in time to see as well
as feel Mystique take his 7 inch cock into her mouth.
	The sudden warmth was surprising, her mouth slid easily up and
down his shaft, her long red hair tickled his lower abdomen and inner
thighs.  "Ohhh!" he gasped,"Why are......why are you doing this?"
	Mystique's answer was to increase the speed of her bobbing mouth,
it now slid up and down his shaft faster and faster, the fingernails on
one hand gently scratching his balls while the other grips one firm ass
cheek.
	Never had he felt such an incredible sensation, never had he
known such pleasure and humiliation mixed.  Yes, he did feel humiliation,
because he knew Mystique was laughing at him, and that she felt superior
to him, and while he wasn't powerless to stop her, he didn't want to.
	Mystique sensed he was approaching orgasm, and she slid her mouth
of his cock.
        "Would you like to see my tits?"  Mystique giggled, grasping the
globes in question and squeezing slightly.
	Wildchild should have at least said no, at the most he could have
pushed her away, laughed at her and walk away, but instead he gulped down
the lump in his throat and nodded imperceptibly.
	Mystique grabbed her little white shirt and pulled it over her
head, her large, plump breasts bouncing and jiggling.  Wildchild was
surprised to see her nipples were red, he had expected them to be a
slightly darker blue than her skin.
	"You like them?" she asked with a giggle, again the
almost invisible nod, she laughed again, that hated laugh of certain
supremacy,"Well show it boy, most men would have covered them in saliva
by now!"
	Wildchild reached out tentatively and grasped one beautifully
shaped tit in hand, it was soft and yielding, but not so soft as
to sag.
	"Oh shit boy, are you a virgin or what?" she grabbed his hand
and pushed it against her breast, making him squeeze, then she grabbed
his head and pushed it between her breasts.
	He instinctively took one nipple into his mouth, sucking on it
lightly.
	"Ah hell, we don't have time for this," she said,"I thought you
had at least felt a girl up before."
	Wildchild made a slight protest, but she covered his mouth with
her hand, then lay back.
	"What are you.....?" he started, then his eyes widened as she
grabbed her little white shorts and pulled them down below her knees,
past her ankles and threw them aside.
	"Come on monkey boy!" she laughed,"The flies are already gathering
on Sabretooth's corpse, let's fuck quickly and then burn him!"
	"You...you want me to....to....."
	"Oh shit!" she moaned, spreading her legs, her blue pussy lips
parting, ready and waiting,"What does it look like?"
	"I don't know if we should be......"
	Mystique sat up and grabbed him by the dick, he squealed in alarm
as she pulled him to her, he collapsed on top of her.
	"That's more like it," she laughed,"Come on, slip it in!"
	Before Wildchild could react, she reached down, grabbed his cock
and guided it in to her hot little snatch.
	"UUGGHH!" he gasped, feeling her pussy part around his cock, he
lay on top of her, her breasts against his chest, his cock in her cunt.
He lay that way for a few seconds, then lifted his hips and thrust into
her, the feeling was incredible and he began to get excited, repeatedly
slamming his pelvis against hers.  Cuntjuice ran down her inner thighs,
forming a little puddle between the crack of her ass.  She had already
cum once from the sheer pleasure of dominating Wildchild, now she was
enjoying his energetic - if inexperienced - thrusts into her, grinding
against her hips, crying out in pleasure.
        She grabbed his asscheeks and began pulling him down, forcing
his hips to make small rotations, increasing her pleasure over his, and
soon her body was tensing as she prepared to cum.
	"That's it monkey boy, fuck me! screw me! do mah...huh....ha...
huh..... ...eeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!" she squealed in exhilaration as she came,
and then she felt Wildchild tense, stiffen and then explode into her,
pumping sperm into her sweaty body.
	After nearly a minute, during which Wildchild lay atop her body,
panting heavily and grinning foolishly, she gently pushed him away, rolling
him onto his back.
	She stood up and began to dress, soon he followed suit.
	"How'd you like that?" she asked him, he responded with
an idiotic grin, she didn't bother to hide her own mirth.
        He sat down on the field, resting in the sun-warmed grass, reliving
those final moments.  After a few seconds he sniffed lightly, smelling
gasoline.
	He stood up and found Mystique standing over Sabretooth's body,
pouring the last of a tin of gasoline over him.
	"Hey! What are you doing!" he cried out, his cry soon echoed by
Forge, who had just stepped out of the facility and seen
Mystique preparing to light fire to the dead villain.
	"Oh shut up," laughed Mystique, then struck the match and dropped
it onto his body.
	Forge rushed up past Wildchild, spinning Mystique he made to slap
her, but she hit him with a quick uppercut, incredible strength in her
body, she knocked Forge to the ground.
	Sabretooth's body was an inferno now, yet as they watched,
Wildchild and Mystique were shocked to see that the skin that was burning
was also re-healing itself, despite the fact that Sabretooth
was  - apparently - dead.
	"Forget him," muttered an angry sounding voice, they turned
and saw an apparently totally healthy Wolverine glaring at them
angrily,"There's supposed to be a ship up there? We gotta take it out."
	Wildchild looked up, he didn't see any ship, but figured that a
guy that could rip up Sabretooth wasn't the kind of guy you
should disagree with.
	"Um, okay then, how?"
	Wolverine smiled, lighting up a cigarette.
	"Simple, you ever heard of the Kamikaze?"
	 

	Forge thinks this is a suicide run, and it is - that's what
Kamikaze means - because any ordinary human or even mutant that flies a
little tiny shuttlecraft at full speed into a big air-carrier is going
to die.
	Any ordinary human.
	I'm Wolverine, a mutant with one hell of a healing factor and a
streak of mean a mile wide to boot, and I sure ain't no ordinary human.
	Forge has given me the likely co-ordinates of the air carrier
based on something he called the smashed duck theory, so I'm booting it
now, flying straight up at an incredible speed.
	Lo and behold, there it is.
	A big fragging air-carrier, like a miniature version of the
S.H.I.E.L.D Helicarrier, got a big cannon aimed right at us, figure I
better go faster.
	They don't shoot at me, that's bad, because it means all available
power has been diverted to the cannon - ah well, just means I'm gonna
surprise them.
	The craft hits the carrier at full speed, there's a screech of
shattering metal, a cry of pain (from me?) and an explosion.
	Guards gather around, looking at the hole, trying to figure out
why anyone would be so stupid as to make a kamikaze run.
	That's when I strike.
	My healing factor had already healed my body totally, I'm out
and moving faster, my new adamantium claws cutting through guards armor
at incredible speed - I missed that at least, but I'm still glad my bones
are just bones, and not adamantium.
	Guard's collapse, screaming in pain, I pay them no heed, making
my way to the bridge- it don't take me long.
	The commander orders fire on me, blasts hit me, hurt me slightly,
but they're energy weapons, a simple gun would put me out of commission
for longer, these things just irritate me.
	Within a few minutes I have control of the bridge, calling Forge
and the rest of X-Factor up in little shuttles, we transport the guards
and soldiers to holding cells in the X-Factor compound.
	"Now what?" asks Forge, to which I smile, I'm not the smartest,
I'm not the most powerful, Forge and Havok have me on those scores, but
they've chosen me as leader.
	"Now," I say, nodding at Elektra, who already knows,"We take this
thing to New York, and we shut out Maggie's mutant power, and blast him
with the cannon, then we sit back and have a few brews."
	Hell, I'm not a philosopher, but I know what's got to be done, and
I know we're the ones to do it!

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	X-Force 58 - Enquiring Minds Want To Know...
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	When Nate Grey - most powerful mutant psi-talent in this or any
other Universe - woke up, he wasn't surrounded by dead bodies, nor was he
surrounded by weak and injured humans or mutants, or even a desolated
landscape.
	No, Nate Grey was surrounded by fucking.
	He looked around in suspicion, one thing he had learned early
in life was to never trust anyone (except Forge, but Forge was different)
and it was a lesson not easily forgotten.
	A red head who looked a lot like a girl he had known in his
Universe was having sex with a large Indian and a man dressed in a red
and black costume.  A cute little blonde - smallish tits but a great bod,
including a fantastic ass and bald shaven cunt - was getting smeared in
ice cream by Cannonball, one of the X-Men........
	......A smooth looking, dark skinned male was surrounded by
beautiful woman, he sat on cushions and ate grapes from their fingers
while they fanned him with ostrich feathers and one sucked lightly on
his penis.  Another red head (this one male, and heavily muscled) was on
his hands and knees, a woman dressed in leather with a whip and knee
length black boots was resting one leg on his back, and held a leash
around his neck.......
	.....A long haired guy was getting massaged by the same blonde
chick who was covered in ice cream, she was rubbing oil over him and
also her own body, she was naked, and was sitting on him, rubbing up
and down....
	......There was a white skinned woman with a black patch around
her eye, she stood naked in front of a mirror, and appeared to be admiring
her figure....
	....and a bunny rabbit?
	"X-Force," Nate murmured to himself, recognizing them from the
battle against Sinister and Apocalypse and computer files Xavier had shown
him.
	So the red head was Teresa O'Rourke (whom he had known in his
other Universe) also known as Siryn.
	The cute blonde was Tabitha Smith, a fiery young girl
who currently called herself Meltdown.
	Roberto DaCosta was the smooth darkskinned guy, he was a
living solar battery who went by the codename of Sunspot.
        Rictor was the guy getting massaged by another Meltdown, he didn't
know his name, Julio something?
	Shattarstar, sometimes known as Benjamin Richards, was the red
headed male being dominated, odd, considering his personality.
	The Indian guy doing Siryn was James Proudstar, known as Warpath,
he didn't know who the guy in red and black was.
	The white skinned woman was called Domino, and she was pregnant
the last Nate had heard, so why was her belly so flat as she examined
herself in a mirror?
	The bunny rabbit must be Caliban.
	"This is odd," he said, and approached Domino.
	"Excuse me," he said,"Are you Domino?"
	"Do you think I'm sexy?" she asked him, turning to look him up
and down,"How old are you?"
	"Chronologically or genetically?" he returned.
	She frowned, she obviously wanted to look at herself in the
mirror, but found that looking over her shoulder gave her a good view
of her own ass.
	"Chronologically," she said.
	"About 7 or 8," he said with a slight smile.
	This was true, he had been a creation of Sinister's, the result
of a mixing of Scott Summer's genes with Jean Grey's and he had been
artificially aged by Sinister in order to fight Apocaypse.
	"Genetically then," she said, a little angry.
	"Maybe eighteen I guess," he replied, she grinned and wrapped
her arms around his neck.
	"Old enough, let's fuck."
	A small t.k flare made her step back, he glowered at her.
	"Are you kidding? We've only meet twice before."
	"There's something about you that attracts me," she returned,
again reaching for him, but a thin sheath of t.k energy held her back.
	"Maybe because I'm the genetic double of Cable, but even so,
calm down, weren't you pregnant?"
	She stared at him as if he was mad, then her eyes widened and
she grabbed her waist, Nate was unable not to notice the way her large
breasts pushed together as she did so.
	"My baby? what happened to my......"
	"Calm down," said Nate,"I have the feeling that this is all a
dream, I just have to wake everyone up."
	"Simple then," said Domino,"Wake me up and I'll wake everyone
else up."
	"Not as simple as that," he said,"I've accidently made your
dreams real, so while you are but an extension of your own mind, you are
real, if you wake the others up before they realize they're dreaming, you
could do permanent damage to their psyches."
	Domino shook her head in confusion,"Are you saying I'm real, but
I'm not the real me?"
	"No," laughed Nate,"I'm saying that your subconscious is being
projected onto this form, and we have to put it back where it belongs,
in your mind."
	"So how do we do that?" she asked.
	"Simple, think of yourself as a picture on a movie theatre screen,
now just picture the projector being turned off."
	Domino shut her eyes and concentrated, and suddenly she was
gone.
	Nate smiled and turned to the next of X-Force, hoping they would
all prove this easy.

	Meltdown's oiled breasts slid easily over Rictor's back, and he
groaned in pleasure as her erect nipples sent a thrill through his body.
	Her skilled hands kneaded his shoulders and upper back, easing
the tension and relaxing him, he murmured in pleasure.
	"Shhh," she whispered,"Roll over onto your back."
	He did as he was told, his half hard cock bobbed up slowly, she
smiled at him as she began oiling his legs, rubbing the slightly sticky
stuff into his leg muscles.  Her hands delved into his inner thighs, her
fingers running between his legs and cupping his balls.
	She picked up the oil bottle (how much oil was in that bottle!) and
ran a stream down the length of his cock.  She wrapped one small hand
around his shaft and slowly began rubbing it in.  His cock sprang to full
attention and she began quickly wanking him.  Her hand seemed to blur as
it rushed up and down the length of his member, he groaned in pleasure,
then in almost disappointment as she slackened the pace, then stopped all
together.
	"Nice as lubricated now?" she said and he nodded assent, she
smiled at him and lifted her body up so her pussy was resting above
the tip of his rock hard member.
	Her own body was lathered in oil, including her tight little
cunt, so when she lowered herself down onto him, he slid easily into her
tight depths.
	"Aaaahhhhhh," he groaned, despite the lubrication she was still
tight, and he moaned in ecstasy as she ground the base of her pussy
against his own hips.
	"This is pathetic," said Nate, appearing beside him, Rictor's
eyes widened with shock and he tried to sit up, but Meltdown was pressed
down on his lap, and he couldn't move without knocking her off
the table - her cunt was so tight she probably do him in injury, pulling
his cock with her.
	"Who the fuck are you!" Rictor yelled,"The door was locked!"
	"This is a dream idiot," growled Nate, true disdain in
his voice,"And it's time to wake up."
	"NO!" yelled Rictor, but it was too late, he had always known
the truth, but with it revealed like this he could no longer deny it, and
he faded away, Meltdown simply blinked out of existence.
	"So, at least it wasn't the real Meltdown," he said to himself,
then approached the aforementioned blonde beauty.


	Meltdown was living up to her name, melted ice-cream lay all
over her body, rubbed into her small but firm tits, down her waist and
all through her pussy.  The cold was delicious.
	Young Tabitha Smith was bought up in a trailer park in Arizona.
In Arizona there were two types of weather, hot and hotter, so she had
grown to love the cold.
	Now, the love of her life, one Mister Samuel Guthrie,
aka Cannonball of the X-Men, had smeared her body in icecream, and was
at the moment eating some of that icecream as he buried his face into
her steaming, bald pussy and lapped up the excess cream.
	"Ohhh yes, that's it!" she moaned in excitement as his tongue
(which was strangely long) dipped in between her pussy lips, lapping
at her insides,"Do me Sam! Do me!"
	She came quickly, her hips bucking wildly, little bits of vanilla
ice-cream bouncing of her body, her unkempt hair plastered against her
face by a mixture of ice-cream and sweat.  Juices flowed, Sam did his
best to get at them, but he couldn't be everywhere at once.
	Finally she had finished, Sam smiled and lifted his head from her
pussy, trailing a line up her body with the tip of his tongue, teasingly
biting at one of her nipples.
	"Did you like that darling?" he asked,"Is there anything else I
can do for you?"
	She smiled lewdly at him, then rolled around, spreading her
legs and asscheeks.
	"Put it up my ass Sam, you know what I like."
	Sam did indeed, know, and soon he was preparing, sliding
lubricated fingers up her tight little asshole, getting her ready for
what was to come.  Soon he decided she was ready, he reached down and
grabbed the small anal probe, but this one was different, it was made
from ice and.....
	"Oh come on," cried a voice in utter contempt,"This is
so incredibly unreal how can it not be a dream?"
	Meltdown started and turned to see the X-Man glowering at her.
	"You know this is a dream, stop acting so stupid and go back to
the real world."
	"It's not a dream," started Meltdown, but he cut her off.
	"Just think," said Nate,"Since when did Cannonball have
a tongue nearly ten inches long?"
	And at that unassailable argument, she did a fade, while
Cannonball blinked out.


	"You're not a bunny rabbit, this isn't the forest," said
Nate,"Wake up Caliban."
	The bunny rabbit began to cry, then faded away.

	Roberto DaCosta's skin had almost an olive complexion.  He was
glad it wasn't pitch black, for some reason that relieved him.
	The girl sucking on him was doing it slowly, almost casually,
her mouth sliding up and down his slick member.
	He felt languid, lazy and impossibly calm, this as the way it
was always supposed to be.  He looked over at the large breasted girls
fanning him slowly with ostrich feathers, they kept him cool, perhaps
he would favor them with his bed later tonight.
	He lolled his head back and opened his mouth, a grape was dropped
in by another large breasted girl, he rolled it around in his mouth, then
squeezed it between his teeth.
	"This," he said with a grin,"Is the life."
	"This," said another voice,"Is a lie."
	Roberto turned his head, frowning at the intrusion, a
well muscled young man, dressed in blue leathers with brown hair and a
gray streak through the front forelocks was frowning at him.
	"Who are you?" he asked, already knowing the answer, but hiding
the fact from himself.
	"Nate Grey, the X-Man, and you're Roberto DaCosta, Sunspot."
	
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