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	Whatever age makes it legal to view pornographic material in your 
country and/or state is how old you must be to read this story.  I will not 
be held responsible for anyone younger reading this story.
	
	If you are over that age, but are offended by descriptions of sex, I 
ask that you also read no further, as this story will offend you.  If you 
choose to read so anyway and do not like what you see, do not complain to me, 
you had adequate warning.

	This is a sequel to my X-Men story - Something Sinister This Way 
Comes - that story and many others of mine can be acquired by e-mailing me
at - dimitri@ihug.co.nz - compliments and criticisms can also be sent to the
same e-mail.
	You should note that the story takes place in comic format (i.e, 
through continuation into different comics) this is because I consider this 
story an Alternate to the Onslaught Crossover in Marvel Comics last year, 
therefore each story takes place over last years Onslaught Issues.

	
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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 for me,"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 int he 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 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 din'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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