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Cable : Evolution 2.
Cable stormed into the room and wished he could slam the self
sealing door behind him.
Domino had finally agreed to stay, but she'd subjected him to
one of the longest, most ear piercing tirades she had ever gone on,
reminding him that motherhood may have mellowed her somewhat, but beneath
the surface she was just as capable of kicking ass as she'd ever been.
"Dammit Domino! Why can't you understand how important this
is!?!" he growled to himself, leaning sulkily against one of the computer
consoles set into the wall,"Sinister is evil and manipulative, but he's
working with us on this one!"
He got back to his feet, squared his shoulders and then began
rotating them in opposite directions, calming his breathing and relaxing
his body.
"Okay, Nathan Daypring," he muttered to himself,"Or Cable, I
guess, if I'm going on another mission, let's get this sorted."
He left the lab and headed for The Transport Chamber where Sinister
would be waiting.
FleshBag shifted itself around one of the workbenches and sat
on the ground, slightly quivering.
Then, with a rough lurch it stretched itself up to Cable's height
and then to his width. It's body shook and quivered as it slowly took
on Cable's form, catching his body right down to the slightest detail.
"Ohhhh-kaaaaiiiii, Naaay-Fennnn Daiiii-Spra-Ng," it's mouth
groaned hoarsely.
"Ohhh-kaaaiiy, Naay-Fenn Daiiy-Spriiin-G," it repeated again,
after experimentally moving it's mouth about.
"Oh-Kay, Nay-Fen Day-Spriing."
"Okay, Nay-Thaen Dayspring."
"Okay, Nathan Daysping."
It paused, liking the sound. It dropped the pitch somewhat to
make the voice deeper, and formed several ridges along the interior of
it's throat to create a raspier, harsher quality.
"Okay, Nathan Dayspring," FleshBag said again in a voice that
was uncannily similar to Cable's.
"Okay, Nathan Dayspring," it said again, and this time there
was no distinction between the voice of Cable and the voice of FleshBag.
It turned and moved with the same edgy tension that had been in
Cable's walk, moving out into a corridor and sniffing experimentally at
the air. It detected the scent of another of these curious beings, this
one was different, it's scent appealing to the abomination in a way it
had never felt before.
Domino had settled her baby, Charles 'Scotty' Summers, to sleep
in the next room and returned to her own.
She couldn't believe that not only was Cable willing to team up
with Sinister, but that he was going to leave her behind!
She understood that she had to look after their child, that
somebody had to remain behind (she'd be damned if she'd leave Scotty in
the hands of one of Sinister's machines or genetic travesties) but she
hated it nonetheless.
She was a fighter, a battler and a warrior who loved a good fight
as well as the next person and part of her anger was at being left behind
like the pretty but useless wife.
The door to her new living quarters opened and she twisted about,
as fast and as lethal as ever. After giving birth, she'd gotten her
body back into as good a shape as it had ever been in and she was ready
to fight whatever monster Sinister had sent after her....
It was Cable.
"Nathan?" she asked, still angry with him but relieved that it
was him and not some vile Marauder.
He stood still in the doorway, dark against the light flooding
in from the corridor outside.
"Well, are you coming in or out?" she snapped at him.
"In or out?" he replied enigmatically.
She raised an eyebrow, then smiled sardonically,"Oh, I get it,
you want to make up, huh?"
"Make up, huh," he replied.
"Okay fine, you're in!" she snapped, then grinned and walked
up to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pulling him into
the room,"You big lug, you know why I'm angry, don't you?"
"Angry, out," he replied tentatively, questioning.
"You're damn right I'm angry at being left out!" she snapped,
then lightly kissed him on his lips,"But I understand, just be careful
okay, you know Sinister can't be trusted."
"Sinister can't be trusted," he repeated,"I understand."
"That's a bright boy," the woman laughed.
He kissed her lips, lightly and tentatively, then smiled at her.
"Understand?" he asked.
She smiled.
"I understand, you dirty little bastard," she chuckled,"One more
for the road?"
"One more for the road," he repeated.
She'd dressed herself up in her old costume, a black leather
leotard with no sleeves, leaving her shoulders bare. A pink trim ran
around her collar, around her armholes and the side of her body, around
her waist and down her legs. She wore a pink belt with an X set into
the clasp, carrying a variety of different lockpicks, knives ninja stars.
Her black hair was now cut short. leaving her neck bare with
a parted fringer. The black dot around her eye really stood out against
her milk-white skin and her lithe, toned body was exposed for all to
see, the black leather accentuating her large breasts.
She stepped back from Cable and pressed her hand against the
collar, breaking the tiny seal there that allowed her to draw apart the
pink seam running through her costume.
The costume dropped to the ground and she stood naked before
him, she never wore underwear under her costume for comforts sake, and
it was also very convenient for situations like this.
FleshBag stared at her with wide eyes, his face alight with eager
excitement. Domino smiled when she saw the look on the face of the
creature she thought was her husband. It was nice to know that her body
could still turn her husband on, and she thanked her resilient mutant
physiology and 'good luck' power that giving birth had left no
stretchmarks.
She sat down on the small bed and patted the sheets next to her,
indicating he should sit. FleshBag was a very quick learner, and he
quickly moved next to her, sitting down and staring at her naked body
with undisguised lust. His eyes crawled over her large, firm breasts
and tapered hips, her totally shaven bald cunt and long, toned legs.
"Geez, it's like it's your first time, Nate," she chuckled.
"Like first time," FleshBag said, experimentally repeating the
words Domino had said in Cable's voice.
Domino felt herself oddly touched, was he saying that everytime
with her was like the first?
She slid her hands over his thigh and moved her fingers down into
his pants, cupping his penis. (*)
FleshBag groaned, feeling something he'd never felt before. He
had never felt any feeling like this before, his entire existence up
to that point had been responding to Sinister's experiments.
"I hope Sinister isn't in a hurry, baby," Domino whispered with
a grin into FleshBag's ear,"I've got some long term plans for you!"
"For you?"
"That's right, Cable, for me too."
She began stroking her fist up and down the full length of his
hard, thick prick.
"Uuuugh!" grunted FleshBag, a wordless noise of pleasure,"For me!"
His big cock twitched in her hand and Domino smiled knowingly at
him.
"My, you are eager today, aren't you?"
"Eager," he agreed, beginning to excitedly hump his cock into
her hand.
"Well let's just see if we can't do something about that," she
chuckled, straddling his thighs and grabbing the sides of his pants,
pulling them down over his legs to reveal his penis.
"Oh, nice!" she laughed, staring at her husband's large,
throbbing erection.
FleshBag groaned, clasping Domino around the waist, pushing
his hard-on against her upper thighs with desperate need.
Domino smiled, letting out a moan of pleasure at the feel of his
cock before burying her face into his neck, pressing her thighs back
against his cock. To her surprise she felt him shaking slightly, as if
he was feeling a mixture of pleasure and fear, almost as if it was his
first time... which the baby in the next room was testament against.
She kissed his neck reassuringly and felt him tighten his arms
around her waist as she kissed up the side of her husbands face (or so she
thought) and finally pressed her lips against his own, kissing him gently,
then with more passion.
His eyes grew wide as he felt her press his tongue between his
lips. His first instinct was to bite down, but he resisted that when he
felt her tongue sliding across his own, a very pleasurable feeling that
just increased the ache in penis, an ache he wasn't sure how to alleviate.
FleshBag pressed his mouth against hers with an urgent pressure
as he sought to quell the burning passion he didn't understand, his tongue
sliding against hers, pressing along her strong white teeth.
Domino squirmed her hips against FleshBag's hard body, using one
hand to position his cockshaft down between her thighs until it was
pressing against the slit of her wet, bald pussy.
Releasing his cock, Domino wrapped both her arms around FleshBag's
shoulder and embraced the thing she thought was her husband, her large
tits squashing against his chest and her hot, steaming cunt so hot and
soothing against his rigid penis.
They clung to each other's bodies, kissing with growing passion as
FleshBag rubbed the length of his cock against the wet crotch of Domino's
pussy. She moaned around his tongue and shifted her body so that FleshBag's
hard, swollen cockhead was wedged solidly against the upper length of her
wet, bald slit. She clenched and unclenched her tight behind in small little
circles that drove FleshBag wild with desire.
She moved her hand down to his ass and with a grunt into his mouth,
pulled him as hard as she could against her gushing, dripping cunt. Her
other hand held onto the back of FleshBag's neck as she pressed her tongue
down his throat, licking at the inside of his mouth as her pussy ran up
and down the head of his cock.
He could feel the moisture of her cunt seeping out over the head
of his prick as she teased him with gentle, pleasurable strokes of her
cunt.
"Let's get this sorted!" he moaned eagerly, jabbing his cock
against her crotch to emphasize his need.
"All in good time, darling," Domino moaned, her voice low and
sexy,"Just go with the flow, let's just let our bodies get worked up."
She leaned back, arms around his neck, which couldn't help but
bring FleshBag's attention to her large, firm breasts.
He reached out tentatively and cupped Domino's large, round
breasts in his hands, squeezing and kneading her tit-flesh with his big,
strong hands.
"That's it, baby!" moaned Domino,"Play with my titties, squeeze
my nipples!"
FleshBag did just that, more out of curiosity at the dark, black
nubbins sticking out from large, white mounds of white tit-flesh. As he
diligently massaged and felt up her breasts, Domino reached between them
and once again wrapped her fingers around his thick organ, her slim
fingers just barely getting around the circumference of his cockshaft.
She rubbed his cockhead along the wet groove of her juicy gash, rubbing
his meat up and down between her cuntlips, from the base to the top of
her slit, making them both more and more sexually excited
FleshBag released her breasts and pulled himself close to her
again, running his hands down her back and cupping her tight little
asscheeks as he stared down at them, squeezing her compact ass in much
the same way he had her breasts.
With a cry of surprise from Domino, FleshBag used his new leverage
to fall back onto the bed, pulling her with him. She lay on top of him
for a moment, then he rolled them over so that he was on top of her, her
breasts pressing against his chest and the wet slit of her cunt exciting
his cock something fierce.
"Okay, point taken, enough is enough!" she whispered, spreading her
legs beneath him and thrusting her juicy crotch upwards against his
throbbing hard-on, writhing beneath him in passion as his cock finally
penetrated her fully.
FleshBag's mouth opened wide and his eyes bulged outwards as he
felt the inside of a cunt for the first time. Never had he felt anything
as intensely satisfying as this, her cunt felt so good around his cock
that he couldn't imagine any feeling of greater ecstasy.
Arching his back and grinding his cock against her cunt, FleshBag
looked down at Domino's naked body. With a dizzy, giddy grin on his
face, he dipped his head to her breasts and began to lick and suck at the
large, round breasts.
"OH YES!" moaned Domino, gyrating her hips against his hard,
throbbing cock. She gasped and clung to his shoulders as he began to
thrust in and out of her, her head twisting from side to side, her eyes
glazed over in lust as she felt his cock thrust in and out of her pussy
again and again.
Her hips arched up to meet him, her mouth open in a silent scream
of ecstasy as her body thrashed about beneath him. FleshBag slammed his
cock in and out of her convulsing, clenching cunt again and again, his
balls slapping against her tight asscheeks as he screwed the hot, white
skinned mutant beauty's brains out.
FleshBag was lost to an instinct he hadn't known he had ever
had. His cock felt so good inside of her tight cunt, and thrusting in
and out of her creating a friction that was driving him wild with absolute
sexual ecstasy. He could feel every ridge and groove of her cunt clinging
to his cockshaft, fucking Cable's wife in desperate desire.
He slammed his hips up and down, stabbing his prick in and out
of her cunt, Domino panting and writhing about beneath him, sobbing in
utter sexual pleasure.
Her hands clawed at the sheets beneath her, head twisting from
side to side as she humped her hips back up against him, fucking back at
FleshBag's thrusting cock. The delicious friction of his thick cockshaft
between her now incredibly sensitive cuntlips and against her erect,
buzzing clitoris was making Domino's mind spin in giddy, sexual confusion.
FleshBag's eyes ran eagerly down between her spread thighs, enjoying
watching his cock fuck in and out of her cunt, her bald, pinkish cuntlips
clinging to his cockshaft as he withdrew his cock, then plunged back down
inside of her. He loved the look of her pussy stretched around his prick,
loved the sound of her grunting and moaning with lust. She lifted her
legs and drew her knees back, shoving her cunt back up at FleshBag's
lunging cock.
The pounding of his hips against her was driving the air from
her lungs, but despite that she was still making whimpering, gasping
cries of passion.
Her body was on fire, her entire body burning up with unbridled
passion as FleshBag magnificently fucked her. Her cunt clasped his cock
each time he pulled back from deep inside of her, then slammed back in
and took every inch of his cock as he buried his meat deep inside of her
again.
FleshBag fucked Cable's wife harder, becoming extremely excited
by her shameless, eager screams of lust. His hips pumping up and down
like an engine piston, his cock stretching and filling her humping twat
with the hot, throbbing hardness of his cock.
Her thighs quivered uncontrollably and her eyes went out of
focus as FleshBag's eager cock jackhammered in and out of her quivering
snatch with powerful, fucking thrusts.
She strained her hot cunt up, grinding her clit deliciously
against his cock as she orgasmed, climaxing with a surge of totally
mindless ecstasy.
FleshBag's eager thrusts had begun to slow as his eagerness was
replaced by human fatigue. His body was capable of regenerating his
energy, but he needed to concentrate to do it and right now all of his
concentration was on screwing this hot, white skinned beauty beneath
him.
His eyes had half closed and he was gasping for breath as Domino
flung her hands up behind him and grabbed onto his jerking, shuddering
ass and pulled him deep into her, wanting as much of his cock inside of her
cunt as she could get as she came.
Her body was shuddering all over, her cunt flooding with her hot
cunt-cream, squeezing and gripping his thick cock like a velvet glove as
she bit down on her lower lip and squeezed her fucker's clenching ass.
FleshBag was a creature solely of pleasure now, and the feel of
Domino cumming beneath him was all that was needed to throw her over
the edge.
With a loud, panting grunt he threw back his head and blasted
jet after jet of his thick, ropy sperm deep up inside of her hot, juicy
cunt.
As he came, FleshBag grabbed Domino's big tits and gripped them
tightly, squeezing and kneading her jiggling, bouncing titflesh as her
filled her hot cunt with a full load of his thick sperm.
He groaned and hunched his hips into her as his balls emptied
into her well fucked cunt. She squeezed his asscheeks one last time,
pulling his cock deeper than ever into her climaxing, juice filled cunt.
Transport Chamber.
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"We are ready," muttered Sinister, checking the last of the
inventory he was carrying with him in a small, tiny vial.... the wonders
of Post-Alternate Universe Modern Technology.
"Okay," muttered Cable, sitting at a bench by the computer and
energy banks that powered the teleporter. Sinister had come to this
Universe alone with nothing but his brilliant, twisted mind, then taken
the base of his dead Alternate and improved the already
formidable technology inside using just his memory of the tech to be
found in his Universe,"I'd like to clear the air with Domino before
we go, though."
"We have no time, Dayspring," replied Sinister brusquely,"The
Physical Discipline are consolidating their power even as we speak,
New York has been devastated, The Avengers defeated, Law and Order gone
as the normal humans turn on each other like mad dogs. We must act,
now!"
"All right!" snapped Cable,"Don't preach to me about
responsibilities, I came back to this time because of them!"
"Indeed," replied Sinister with a thoughtful stroke of
his goatee,"The death of both Apocalypse and my own Alternate due to
your return to this time is most peculiar, it is a timeline that no
precognitive’s I am aware of were able to predict."
"What are you saying?" asked Cable dangerously, his eyes narrowing
as he peered at Sinister.
"We're living in unknowable times," replied Sinister,"For the
first time in almost eight thousand years of human development, I know
of no reliable precognition of the future."
"That's the point, Sinister," replied Cable with a slight grin
on his face,"Free will, and the right of these people to choose their
own destinies, rather than have them pre-ordained. And that's why I'm
going to help you battle these Physical Discipline abominations, because
they seek to impose their order onto others."
"Whatever the philosophy, it is the action that is
important," replied Sinister, turning to a computer console,"I will
run a routine scan of my security systems, to make sure The Physical
Discipline are still unaware of us."
The scan ran through and despite no change in his facial
expression, Cable sensed an overall tensing of his body that he didn't
like.
"What's the matter?" he asked sharply,"Answer me!"
"FleshBag is gone from his confinement cell," muttered Sinister,
his voice carefully even,"I can't find a trace of his cellular structure
anywhere, but I'm reading a second version of you in Domino's living
quarters."
"Domino!" cried Cable in alarm, and leaped to his feet, charging
out of The Transport Chamber.
"Damn," muttered Sinister, pocketing the vial in an invisible
pocket,"This is most inconvenient."
New York.
---------
"Dammit, I want answers and I want them NOW!" roared J. Jonah
Jameson, Publisher Of The Daily Bugle,"I don't care if Police Lines
are down! I don't care if City Hall isn't answering the phones! I don't
care if The Avengers were beaten!"
He stood in the center of a maelstrom of activity in The Offices
Of The Daily Bugle, reporters and editors rushing around with papers
and office supplies.
"We are The Daily Bugle!" cried Jameson,"We are going to get
a paper out and we are going to cover this event! I don't care if New
York has gone mad, if there's looting going on, I want a reporter and
a photographer to cover it! I want someone to get their asses
into Manhattan and find out if it's true, if The Avengers have been
beaten, someone get a hold of Avenger's Mansion! Someone call X-Factor!
Someone call The Fantastic Four! Hell, right now I'd settle for The New
Warriors!"
He paused for breath, and lit up a stinking cigar, puffing angrily
on it as his reporters rushed about much too slow for his liking, when
he'd been a reporter he'd had a bit more hustle, damn it!
"Robbie!" he roared, and instantly his Editor-In-Chief was at
his side, looking hot and tired but there all the same, as he always was
for his Publisher.
"What is it, JJ?" he asked, panting for breath.
"Where the hell is Parker? Is he out getting me pictures or
sitting at home with his thumb up his ass?"
"All the phone lines went down about four minutes
ago, Jonah," he replied breathlessly, still unused to the smell of JJJ's
smelly cigars even after all these years,"But if I know Parker he's out
there getting us pictures."
"Better be good, too," muttered Jonah, turning about so that he
could pace up and down. He bumped into a pretty red-head wearing nothing
but a bra and a skirt, her eyes growing wide when she saw him.
- Stupid secretary, making nookie in the supplies closet when
that blamed telepathic message hit, - Jonah thought angrily, then yelled
at the woman,"Well? Haven't you got a job to do?"
"Jonah, she doesn't work here!" snapped Robbie.
"What? Then why is she wasting my time? Who the hell are you,
darling?"
"My name is Irene Merryweather, Mr. Jameson," replied Irene,
hoping like hell she didn't have any of Dan's cum on her face,"I was
applying for a job as a reporter...."
"Then why the hell are you not wearing anything?" snapped Jameson,
cutting her off. His eyes narrowed suddenly and he pulled his cigar from
his mouth,"MERENSON!"
"Forget Dan Merenson," said Irene, stepping in front of him to
get his attention again,"Right now you need reporters, and I'm a reporter,
and this is a story!"
He glared down at her face, his eyes narrow and unreadable, his
mouth set into a permanent scowl.
"Get down to City Hall, see if there's any truth to the rumors
that it's been blown up," he growled at her,"Get back here, report to
Robbie and if he likes your work, we might consider using you some more."
"Thank you, Mr. Jameson, you won't regret it!" Irene cried in
joy,"I won't...."
"Get a story if you stand here thanking me!" snapped Jameson
gruffly, then twisted around and started haranguing other members of the
staff.
Irene's fists clenched in excitement and she turned to rush out
of the Office and down to the ground floor, but a restraining hand stopped
her. It was Robbie Robertson.
"A couple of tips, Ms. Merryweather," he said with a gentle
smile,"First, Jameson expects you to get the story at any cost, but I
don't... if you're in danger, get the hell out of there, a dead reporter
is no good to us."
She nodded, although there wasn't anything that would keep her
from getting at the story and they both knew it.
"Secondly," he said,"Don't go out into a rioting city without
putting some clothes on."
He turned and began shouting instructions to the aides, secretaries
and others running around with no seeming duty. Irene blushed furiously
and pulled her sweater back on, then rushed to the stairs (the elevators
were currently in heavy use, and she didn't want to risk the very real
possibility that the power might go out) and began charging down towards
the ground floor, on her way to her first real assignment as a reporter
for The Daily Bugle.
Nebraska.
---------
Domino lay next to FleshBag, who had a goofy, comfortable smile
on his face. He felt sated, he felt relaxed, he felt right.
"Feel good, lover?" she asked him, stroking her hands over his
muscular chest.
"Feel good," he mimicked, and she smiled, laying her head against
his chest.
The door to their quarters opened with a zipping noise and Domino
sat up in shock, staring at the man in the doorway.
Cable?!?!?!?!?!
She turned to look at FleshBag, who was looking at his duplicate
uneasily.
"Nathan Dayspring," he whispered tentatively, pressing a hand
against his chest.
"Domino, get the hell away from that thing!" roared Cable, and
his eye flared with yellow energy.
"NO, DAYSPRING!" roared Sinister, tackling Cable and knocking
him to the ground,"If you hit him with a telekinetic burst of energy,
you will hurt him, yes, but he will adapt and we will have no way of
fighting him!"
Domino, meanwhile, had rolled off the bed with a strangled squawk
and was looking wildly about for a weapon.
"Get off me, Essex!" growled Cable,"I'll kill him!"
"Nathan, think!" cried Sinister in desperation,"To have fooled
Domino, he must have imitated you perfectly, and to do that he must have
formed a rudimentary intelligence! He has a mind now, do you understand!"
Cable glared at him angrily, then his face fell as comprehension
dawned.
"If he has a mind..." he started.
"Then his mind can be attacked," finished Sinister.
The scientist rolled off of Cable, who leaped to his feet, calling
out,"Domino! Where is he? What's he doing?"
"Just sitting on the bed, saying your name!" she cried back,
pulling a gun from one of the bags she'd brought with her,"I'm going to
blow his brains out!"
"NO!" yelled Sinister,"You will just make things worse! Right
now he's having a crisis of identity, seeing Cable has made him question
his own identity, which he doesn't have!"
"All right," muttered Cable,"I'll knock him out with a psi-blast,
then you get him into a containment cell...."
"No, Cable," replied Sinister grimly,"He has proven capable of
escaping my most powerful security cells without triggering an alarm,
you must use this unique opportunity to kill it!"
"Kill it? I can't do...."
"You will!" growled Sinister,"Or who knows how it might eventually
react, it might grow insanely jealous of your existence and attack Domino,
and then perhaps your son...."
Cable shoved Sinister away from him with a roar, hating that the
Scientist had been able to manipulate him but knowing that what he said
was true. He leaped back into the doorway, taking a moment to stare
right into the eyes of FleshBag, like looking into a mirror.
At first he saw confusion and hurt, then a spark of anger flared
up in FleshBag's eyes and Cable knew he had no choice.
His telepathic powers flared up and moments later the spark of
anger faded from FleshBag's eyes and went dim. With a long, drawn out
rattle, the creature dropped dead to the bed, his body losing cohesion
and reverting to a fat clump of flesh.
Domino rushed to Cable's side, pressing against him and staring
with revulsion at the thing she'd just had some of the best sex of her
life with. She fought back an urge to retch, then turned to look at
her husband with a grim, stubborn look on her face.
"You know what this means, right?" she asked.
"I do, honey," he nodded, and they both said it at the same
time.
"You and Scotty are coming along."
"Scotty and I are coming along."
(*) When FleshBag observed Cable, it looked right down to
the molecular level of his body, which is how it was able to create
a completely identical version of Nathan's body, right down to his
sexual organs.
End Cable : Evolution 2.
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