Multiverse Networking

Chapter 10



Doctor Hank McCoy had fallen asleep in his med lab again. He had spent the previous day working on the inter-dimensional portal stabilizer until exhaustion overwhelmed him. But despite his best efforts, he could not make the portal safe.



Every mechanical probe Doctor McCoy sent through the portal was destroyed. Yet he could find no scientific reason for that to happen.



All of the readings he had taken on the portal indicated that it should be safe for human use. The mutant known as Beast was beginning to suspect that some sort of mystical force had been put in place to keep anyone from using the portal.



But Beast was not the kind of person to give up. So he had studied and worked on the problem until his body couldn’t take anymore and he had fallen asleep at his desk.



Doctor McCoy was woken up by someone shaking his shoulder and three voices shouting in unison by his ear “DOCTOR MCCOY WAKE UP…MISS FROST IS HURT.”



Beast lifted his head and stared into the identically concerned faces of Phoebe, Celeste, and Mindee Stepford. Who all seemed almost beside themselves with worry.



“What is it girls” the Doctor asked groggily as he grabbed his glasses off his desk and put them on his feline face.



“C’mon we’ll show you” the girls all frantically said in unison as they gestured towards the door. The still groggy Beast followed the girls out of the med lab and to Emma Frost’s room.



“We were going to check on Miss Frost…because she was so upset the other day when…you came in…but nobody answered the door…so we just went inside…then when we saw her we came to get you” the Cuckoos said in their combined voice. Clearly unnerved by whatever they had seen.



“Yes girls…but what’s wrong with her” Beast said with a trace of impatience as he approached Emma Frost’s luxuriously appointed room.



“You’ll see” the Cuckoos answered in their customary simultaneous manner.



Then they led the blue furred Doctor into Emma Frost’s room, and it took Beast a moment to spot the blonde telepath.



“Oh my stars and garters” Doctor McCoy said as he gazed at Emma’s unconscious and obviously pregnant nude form.



“It gets worse…that’s Sophie inside her” the Stepford Cuckoos said grimly as they psychically reached out and felt their sister’s psychic presence inside their mother.



*****



Jean Grey was sleeping on her bed until she was awoken by the feeling of a soft, feminine hand caressing her cheek. Then she opened her eyes and found Ororo Munroe’s intense blue gaze upon her.



“Hello lover” Storm said in a sultry tone as she continued to stroke her teammate’s face.



The words brought the previous day’s events back into focus for Jean. She remembered the fight with Emma Frost, and her following ‘transformation’ of Emma and her daughter. She remembered going to see Storm afterwards and…



Ororo leaned down and gave Jean a soft butterfly kiss. Her tongue seeking Jean’s own as it entered the redhead’s mouth. As she did so her brown breasts brushed against Jean Grey’s own paler bosom.



At that point the Phoenix host realized that she and Ororo were naked and vividly recalled the previous night of love making. Storm had been a passionate and caring. Everything Jean had wanted in a lover.



Because Jean Grey had made her that way.



Ororo ended the kiss, and gently but firmly pulled Jean to her knees and then brought Phoenix’s head to her large brown breast. Jean looked up into Storm’s face.



She no longer had the eyes Jean remembered.

Storm’s gaze was fiercer and more demanding.



The need and want in it something Jean Grey could understand even without using her telepathy. A demand she had no desire to deny.



Jean Grey took a thick dark brown nipple into her mouth and began to suckle. This action caused Storm to sigh Jean’s name.



The sound of that erotic moan began to stir the redheaded telepath’s own lust. As well as the far more dangerous power of the Phoenix Force.



Jean clutched the black mutant to her with one hand while the other sought out Storm’s womanhood. Slipping two curious fingers past the white haired woman’s vaginal lips.



Ororo began to moan and muttered something in her native Egyptian as the embodiment of the Phoenix Force started to caress the sensitive inner walls of her cunt.



“Say something else” Jean lifted her head briefly to say. For she found the sound of Storm’s native tongue spoken in that breathy voice incredibly sexy.



Ororo gave her friend a surprised look, then she began to describe to Jean in her native tongue just what she loved best about her body. Although the voluptuous telepath could have easily used her telepathy to understand the words she didn’t bother.



It was so much more arousing hearing the words in her beautiful brown skinned friend’s throaty whisper without knowing what she was actually saying.



This arousal seemed to spur on the power of the Phoenix, and it reached for Ororo at the points of physical contact (with Jean). Storm stopped speaking and gasped wordlessly as her breast and vagina seemed to almost BURN with pleasure where Jean was touching them.



And for a moment, Ororo Munroe could see and feel things the way Phoenix did. She could see her own beautiful dark brown face through Jean’s eyes. Storm could feel vaginal muscles clenching down on HER hand as Grey forced the rest of her fingers inside Ororo.

But most intoxicating and overwhelming of all was the feeling of the Power of the Phoenix coursing through her body. Magnifying every sensation and feeling like the most potent drug ever devised.



Ororo Munroe came, and the godlike Phoenix shared that feeling with its host. Making Jean Grey and Storm cry out in simultaneous orgasm.



Storm practically fell on Jean, temporarily too exhausted and disoriented by the exotic lovemaking to maintain her balance on the bed. The redhead caught her friend in her arms, and stroked her head affectionately. Pressing their large firm bosoms together as she hugged Ororo to her with one hand.



“I love you” Ororo Munroe murmured into Jean Grey’s shoulder.



“I know…” the redhead replied, and for that moment at least, Jean didn’t care why.



“…and I love you too.”



*****



Doctor Hank McCoy gave Emma Grace Frost a thorough battery of tests. To his surprise she appeared unhurt, though her readings were not normal even aside from the pregnancy.



For one thing, her breasts implants and all other traces of her cosmetic surgeries (such as minor scarring) had disappeared (though her breasts and other features remained the same basic size and shape). Moreover, her hair appeared to be naturally blonde now.



A closer examination revealed that her body fat ratio had improved and her skin was generally clearer and healthier. Even her teeth appeared straighter.



Emma Frost woke up during the course of this examination, and though she was clearly disgruntled and upset she saw the need for a doctor’s input, and cooperated fully with his requests during the examination.



As for Sophie Cuckoo, Doctor McCoy could not do a full exam on her since she was inside his other patient. However, when Emma Frost changed into her crystalline form, he was able to do a visual exam of the ‘young’ Cuckoo.



Except for the fact that she was in infant form and had somehow been placed BACK inside her mother’s womb, she appeared healthy and normal (assuming that word had any meaning under such circumstances). Moreover, the other three Cuckoos present (Phoebe, Celeste, and Mindee) reported that Sophie was OKAY though worried and confused.



Beast was left with the strange impression that the woman known as Phoenix had actually been trying to ‘improve’ Emma Frost and Sophie Cuckoo somehow. Though why that would involve turning Sophie into a baby and impregnating Emma he could only speculate to at this point.



“Emma…are you sure Jean is the one who did this to you?” McCoy asked in an urgent tone.



The former White Queen sat naked on the edge of the examination table. Her arms held over her stomach in a protective gesture she was not consciously aware of. In response to McCoy’s question she scowled and said “Oh yes…it was her…Jean tried to attack me then when I struck her in self defense the undead cow hit me with a brute force attack that left me too weak to retaliate.”



“Undead…I was not aware that Jean Grey was…” Beast began to say in a questioning tone.



“What else would you call someone that keeps coming back to life over and over again like she does…that bitch should have the decency to DIE AND STAY DEAD” Emma replied venomously.



Phoebe, Celeste, and Mindee all shared guilty looks at their teacher’s words. Horribly aware of the part that they had played in matters reaching this point.



“All right Emma…then what happened?” Beast asked. Ignoring the insults in his quest to discover the truth, and get to the heart of the matter.



Emma Frost unconsciously rubbed her large stomach (which was mildly aching) and replied slowly.



“Sophie argued with Jean…I am not sure what they said…only that Jean sounded angry and Sophie sounded scared…then I felt a horrible pain between my legs…the next thing I knew…I woke up and realized I was pregnant.”



“Do you have any idea why Jean would have done this to you and Sophie?” Doctor McCoy inquired in a clinical tone.



Emma shrugged and replied “Not really…she always accused me of being a slut…perhaps this is her way of punishing me and my family for it.”



The Stepford Cuckoos present (except Sophie) gave Emma Grace Frost a curious look as she seemed to refer to them as family. Wondering just what it meant.



While Beast replied “I don’t think Jean would be so vindictive…especially towards a girl who had done nothing to hurt her like Sophie.”



Emma laughed bitterly in response and said “You don’t know her like I do McCoy…mark my words…the Phoenix and its host will only become more and more of a threat as more time passes.”



“What are you saying Emma?” the Beast replied coldly. Afraid that Emma Frost was announcing her intention to kill Jean Grey.



Emma (who had been reading Beast’s mind throughout most of the conversation) responded to the unspoken question by replying with conviction “Oh don’t worry doctor…I’m not stupid enough to think I could take her down…but someone will have to…and you should be prepared…because there is a good chance they will come to you for help.”



*****



Scott Summers was not happy.



Ever since she had returned to the Xavier Institute after her confrontation with Emma Frost, his wife Jean Grey had shown no interest in seeing him. Of course he could have sought her out, but the mutant known as Cyclops wanted her to come to him.



Such a turn of events would have been easier for his masculine ego, for Scott Summers knew he would probably have to apologize (for having an affair with Emma) but he didn’t really want to. At least not before his wife Jean apologized for her actions.



Instead of Jean coming to apologize to him though, it felt as thought the redheaded telepath had been avoiding him for the last couple of days. And now he had heard a rumor from one of the students that his wife had attacked Emma AGAIN.



This situation was intolerable to the proud Cyclops.



He intended to find his wife and have it out with her right now.



*****



After making love for hours in Storm’s room, Jean Grey and her new lover Ororo Munroe had gone back to the room Jean and her husband Scott shared.



It seemed so deliciously WICKED to have sex with her black lover in the bed she and Scott shared to Jean. Like a taste of the most forbidden fruit.



Jean was back down on the blanket, with Ororo’s dark face between her pale thighs, when the front door was suddenly slammed open. Jean and Storm looked up, and found themselves gazing upon the last person they wanted to see right then.



Jean Grey’s husband, Scott Summers.



*****



Cyclops had done a thorough search of the Institute grounds for Jean, never imagining that his wife was in their bedroom the whole time. Scott had actually given up and was simply going to his room to rest when he opened the door and saw something he never expected to see.



The room was trashed. His belongings were wrecked and scattered all over the floor. However, while that was horribly surprising to Summers, it was not the thing that shocked him most.



It was the state he found his wife and her friend Ororo Munroe in.



Both women lay naked upon the bed he and his wife shared. Their shapely forms drenched in sweat, and their eyes smoky with passion. There could be no question of what they were doing.



Scott had caught Storm with her head between his wife’s legs. Her lips were still wet with the fluids from Jean’s sex.





For once in his life, the proud and self assured Cyclops didn’t know how to react. His faith in the rightness of the X-Men’s Cause did not help him here.



Like many heterosexual men Scott Summers had fantasized about his wife’s attractive female friends. The Caucasian mutant had even imagined what it would be like to have a threesome with Storm and his wife a few times.



But the reality was nowhere near as nice as the fantasy.



Now that Scott had actually SEEN his wife Jean and her dark skinned friend Ororo making love, the whole thing seemed strange, alien, and frightening.



The Jean Scott thought he knew would never have done such a thing.



The three people just stared at each other in shock and mortification. In a horrible timeless moment that seemed to last forever.



To Scott and Jean’s surprise it was Storm who moved first.



The former African goddess did not appreciate the X-Men team leader’s presence. And intended to show Cyclops just how unwanted and unneeded he was.



Storm crawled up the bed and caught Jean’s lips in a fierce kiss. Her brown bosom, stomach, and legs rubbing against Jean’s body insistently as she marked Jean as her own before the woman’s husband.



The white haired wind rider ended the kiss to turn her head and look back at Scott Summers. Smiling wickedly at the man as she thought “she’s not yours anymore…she’s mine.”



But Scott didn’t know what Storm was thinking, and he became aroused as he watched this love play between Jean and Ororo. If Storm knew just how turned on Cyclops was becoming it would have only AROUSED the now firmly homosexual woman’s indifference or disgust. However, Jean did not feel the same way.



Storm gave Jean another possessive kiss, then she got off the bed in one fluid movement. She stared at Cyclops fiercely, intending to tell him that he was unwanted and unneeded.



That Jean had found someone better.



However, just as Storm was opening her mouth to tell Scott off, something occurred to prevent it.



Jean Grey was unhappy with the distance that had grown between her and her husband, and she was certainly angry at him for cheating on her with Emma Frost (even if the infidelity only occurred in their minds).

However, just as she sensed Storm’s intent to drive Scott Summers off, Jean realized that she was still attracted to him, that she still felt a bond with him. And she did NOT want to drive him off.



For the 2nd time in less than 24 hours the Power of the Phoenix reached inside Ororo Munroe’s mind and CHANGED it. Storm now felt the same attraction and bond to Scott Summers that Jean Grey did. While still retaining the devotion and sexual attraction she felt for Jean.

Ororo decided to say nothing to Summers for the moment. Then she walked over to the aroused male X-Men. Scott’s wide eyes taking in her glistening body as Storm did so. Watching her voluptuous swaying hips and her large bouncing breasts with a lust filled gaze.



Storm stood before Cyclops and wrapped her arms around him, as their upper bodies pressed together Scott could feel Ororo’s large perky nipples through the material of his uniform. Without making a conscious decision Cyclops put his own arms around Storm and tried to crush her shapely form to his body. Ororo chuckled throatily as she felt the bulge of Scott’s growing erection rub against her body and whispered “not yet…just watch for now.”



Then in an unexpectedly violent movement she pushed Scott Summers away. The normally strong X-Men team leader was unusually slow to react and clumsy (made so by confusion and lust), and fell to the floor in a heap. However, before he could become angry Storm leaned down and kissed him. Pressing her lips fiercely against his.



It was a deep passionate kiss, that showed Ororo’s desire and promised more. But before things between them could go further, Storm ended the kiss and turned back to Jean. Giving Scott another wicked grin as she did so.



Jean Grey wore a triumphant smile as Ororo came back to bed. Overjoyed at how amazingly easy it was to get what she wanted when she simply embraced her own power.



Storm sat on the bed beside her redheaded mistress, gently grasping Jean’s hair and pulling her head back as she looked deep into the woman’s green eyes. Catching a glimpse of Phoenix Fire in Jean’s gaze.



It should have frightened her. Not long ago it would have. But now it only aroused Storm all the more.



Knowing that such a powerful and primal force wanted her.

Desired Her.



Storm gently kissed each of Jean’s eye lids. Pulling Jean’s head to her as she did so. Then she whispered into Phoenix’s right ear “he’s watching us.”



“Then you better put on a good show” Jean replied in an amused and self satisfied tone. Her confidence unaffected by Storm’s physical aggression.



The black mutant let go of Jean’s head and took one of the redhead’s pink nipples between her teeth. Lightly biting it as she felt Scott’s hot gaze upon them. Curious to see how far she could push him before he reacted.



Jean groaned in response to the rough treatment Munroe was giving her breasts. Then she let out an undignified EEP as Storm used one of her hands to pinch Jean’s shapely backside.



Ororo chuckled and buried her face between Jean’s large breasts as she gently grasped Grey’s buttocks in both hands. Cupping the firm mounds as she pulled Jean to her.



Scott walked over to the bed.

Then he simply stood by the edge of it. Unsure of what to do but unable (or perhaps simply unwilling) to leave.



Jean Grey looked away from the woman with her head buried between her breasts to stare at her husband. Annoyed by the fact that for once, her normally decisive spouse seemed unwilling to take any initiative.



For a moment the host of the Phoenix Force considered changing his mind the way she had Ororo Munroe’s. But she decided she would prefer something more…conventional.



“What’s the matter Scott…don’t you want her anymore…or maybe you simply aren’t MAN ENOUGH to satisfy women like me and Ro.”

Jean said mockingly.

As challenging a look in her eyes as her words. The proud male mutant couldn’t help but respond.



He gave his wife a fierce look then he reached and ran a hand over Ororo’s shapely buttocks. Marveling at the feeling of soft flesh and the color contrast between his pale hand and Storm’s dark brown skin.



Ororo Munroe lifted her head in response to Scott Summers touch. A look of surprise gracing her features as Scott gripped her ass cheeks and held them apart to gaze upon her intimate orifices.



“Jean?”

Storm made the word a question. A little nervous and uncertain now that things had reached this point.



“I love you Ororo…and what kind of wife would I be if I didn’t share what I loved with my husband.”



Jean’s words were kind. But her tone was firm, and Ororo Munroe knew she wasn’t being given the luxury of choice.



Under the gentle but firm hands of Scott and Jean Summers, Storm found her nude body repositioned on the bed. When the husband and wife were done, Ororo realized that she was on her hands and knees, with her head directly above the area where Jean’s thighs met.



Scott Summers quickly discarded his clothes. Then he got on the bed behind Storm. Sharing a smile with his wife as he did so.



He and Jean hadn’t made love in a long time. And the last time that they had had been awkward and not particularly pleasurable for his wife. Yet despite (or perhaps because of) Ororo’s presence Scott felt closer to and more excited by Jean than he had in a very long time.



Summers lightly grasped the back of Storm’s neck and pushed her face into Jean’s sex. Without being told to the brown skinned mutant began to softly kiss and nibble on Phoenix’s vaginal lips. As Storm did so, Scott Summers examined her own womanhood. Taunting the clitoris and labia with light caresses and soft pokes. Then using his index finger to explore inside.



“She’s so wet.”

Summers said in a wondering tone without thinking.



“She’s wet for us Scott…she belongs to us now.”

Jean replied confidently. Knowing such words would heighten Scott’s arousal and sooth his masculine ego.



Normally such talk regarding her would have disturbed or angered Storm. However, she was beyond such concerns at the moment.



Scott removed his hands from Ororo’s flesh and got on his knees behind her. Then he began to cup and fondle Storm’s heavy breasts while pressing his erect manhood against her feminine portal. Ororo began to gasp into Jean‘s womanhood.

It had been a long time since she had been in this position with a man. And she never expected to find herself in it with Cyclops.



Scott Summers let go of her breasts and grasped Storm’s hips. Using them to press forward as he entered her moist flesh.



Jean Grey’s senses were at their most heightened. The host of the Phoenix Force could sense every sensation and emotion that Ororo and Scott experienced. Or even magnify them if she so chose.



Scott was too quick and rough when shoving his dick inside Storm’s tight cunt. His entry caused her some discomfort and pain. So Jean increased and magnified Ororo Munroe’s lust and pleasure. Bringing her to an early orgasm.



Jean sucked that pleasant sensation in and experienced it for herself. As she did so she also shared the orgasm with her husband.



While the threesome were in the throes of orgasm, the Power of the Phoenix coursed through Scott Summers and Ororo Munroe. Altering them in ways that they did not yet realize, and marking them as Jean’s as surely as if she had burned her mark into their flesh.



*****



After Beast had finished examining and questioning her, Emma Grace Frost had gone back to her room. Accompanied by her daughters Phoebe, Celeste, and Mindee.



Once Emma got back to her room and began looking through her extensive wardrobe she realized that she had little in the way of maternity clothes, and certainly nothing appropriate for her new figure.



Virtually all of Emma’s clothes were designed to be worn by a thin, voluptuous woman, and would attract too much notice to Frost’s stomach and her current…condition.



Emma Frost did not want that.

She was not as shameless as most people assumed. Moreover, even if she was, Frost would not want her current condition and the reason for it to become public knowledge.



Knowing that her impregnation at the hands of Phoenix could (correctly) be interpreted as a sign of weakness and vulnerability.



For if the woman known as Phoenix could do that to the former White Queen, what was to prevent her from doing anything else she wanted?



Without really thinking about it, Emma Frost poured herself a glass of wine. Intent on drowning thoughts of her own vulnerability and helplessness in alcohol. However just as she was bringing the wineglass to her lips…



“NO!” Phoebe, Celeste, and Mindee cried out as Mindee knocked the glass out of Emma’s hands (shattering the wineglass upon the floor).



“WHAT’S WRONG WITH YOU!” Emma demanded as she scowled at the three Cuckoos.



“You could hurt Sophie” the three girls explained as they telepathically projected images of infants with Fetal Alcohol Syndrome at their pregnant mother.



“Oh” Emma replied weakly.



However the three younger blondes continued to stare expectedly at the older woman. Clearly wanting something else.



“What do you want girls?” Emma asked with a sigh as she fingered the hospital gown she had put on before leaving the infirmary.



Showing unusual initiative, Celeste replied “when we helped you look through your clothes we noticed that you didn’t seem to have clothes that suited your new…er…look…so we think that we should go shopping mom.”



The last word really caught Emma’s attention.

She thought about what she had been like when she was their age (or at least what appeared to be their age). Imagining how she would have reacted to discovering that she had a trusted mentor who was also a rich parent.



Choosing her words with care Emma Frost replied “okay girls…let’s go shopping…I think we all need new clothes.”



As the three Cuckoos all squealed happily, and even Sophie (who could easily read Emma’s mind from her current position) seemed to perk up, Emma thought “Oh yes…their going to milk this all they can.”



*****



Professor Charles Xavier, headmaster of the Xavier Institute for Higher Learning, had a fairly good idea of what was occurring at his school.



Though even he lacked the power to psychically control or manipulate the host of the Phoenix Force, the powerful telepath could monitor her. Nevertheless, it was not easy even for Charles Xavier.



Because such was the raw power of the Phoenix Force that it often generated an almost unmanageable amount of psychic interference whenever doing something major.



Thus Xavier had known the Phoenix Force was doing something, though not precisely what, when Jean Grey had impregnated Emma and altered Ororo. However, after psychically conversing with Doctor McCoy, Professor X was able to fill in most of the gaps in his knowledge.



After getting a better understanding of just what Jean had been doing, Charles Xavier knew he would need outside help to deal with this problem. Help from someone who loathed him.



Alone in his office, headmaster Xavier called the woman in question on his computer/video phone. She answered immediately.



“Yes…what is this about headmaster?” Sage, the woman formerly known as Tessa of the Hellfire Club asked.



Professor X knew his former student and spy wouldn’t appreciate him spending a lot of time on pleasantries. So he immediately got to the point.



“I require the services of you and your colleague Bishop.”



Sage’s reply was even clearer and more pointed.



“Why…what is the problem?”



Professor X explained about the student murders, the disappearance of Wolverine, and Jean Grey’s recent actions. When he was done, Sage simply stared at him silently. Her eyes unreadable behind her signature red cyber glasses.



“Such problems are not our area of expertise…why do you need mutant investigators?” Sage finally asked. Suspicious of the man who had used her so ruthlessly in the past.



Professor Xavier had to struggle to find his next words.



This was the moment he had been dreading. The moment he hoped would never come.



“I also need you to evaluate what kind of threat Jean is…and is likely to become… and if necessary……devise a plan to permanently eliminate her as a threat.”



Sage’s expression was unreadable. Her face giving nothing away as her computer like mind analyzed the data Xavier had given her at remarkable speed. Finally she replied simply



“Very well.”



*****



Jean Grey, Ororo Munroe, and Scott Summers lay exhausted on the Summers bed. Luxuriating in the afterglow of their lovemaking.



Jean in particular was quite pleased with herself.



For most women in troubled marriages it would seem impossible to keep both a husband and a girlfriend. Yet as Jean lay with a lover on either side of her, it appeared quite easy to her.



With the Phoenix empowering her, Jean Grey saw no reason why she couldn’t have both of her cakes and eat them too.