Lust and Cookies

"Ah, my first robbery. What sweet memories I will have to relish upon...But I also have to learn from my mistakes today."

Zazelle was seriously pissed off. Today she lost 4 of her henchmen. OK, no big deal, she can get others within a blink, but, man, that was *close*, she thought. She got there for one simple robbery and she was so taken aback by all the stuff that happened that she almost got caught. Two minutes more and she would have the X-Men going ballistics on her ass. Not to mention the bitchy mutant clerk who cost her most of her thugs. I mean, one more thug under that stream of whipped cream and she would have no thugs left for the robbery. And she would have to carry all the booty.

"It's all Dave's fault. He cost me time, that sorry excuse for a brother. One thing I'm sure of is that this is the last time I ever send him a Christmas postcard.", she mumbled." Damn right it is".

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Iceman, going ahead of the other X-Men, rode his ice-slide inside the bank, since the door was curiously open.
"Unusual for a hostage situation", he thought.

Then he realised that nothing was usun thn this situation.

There were no criminals anywhere.

A man, seriously beaten up, was lying on the floor trying to get himself to stand, nut never succeeding.

A cute clerk with her clothes ripped off was sitting on the floor, crying(or laughing?) hysterically.

Everyone else in the bank was fucking each others brain's out, or passed out naked on the floor, including the officers of the law who got there first. And all that fucking kept going between huge amounts of...whipped cream?

Plus, an old, maybe 85-years old lady, clad in pink, with some kind of white dirt on her face, her hair messed up, was looking at him in a very very weird, suggestive way, raising her eyebrow and licking her lips.

"Oh, shit. This is the last time I forget drinking my morning coffee.Damn right it is."

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Jean lan landed right outside the bank. She hurried inside, thinking that she was the last to get there, since when the Professor telepathically called every X-Man to get as soon as possible to the Salem Centre Bank for an emergency situation, Jean was in the bathroom, peeing and reading "Cosmo".
She couldn't leave before finishing the article about the lingerie combinations that would stir up her husband once more.
So she left the mansion late and of course was the last to arrive at the bank.

Everything seemed calm as she got in, thinking that whatever battle was going on was already over.

All around the bank were the bank's staff and customers, all seeming embarrassed and in a bad mess, like they just got up or something.

An old lady in a messed up pink outfit and a matching bag was cuddling with a rather handsome cop.

"Cute couple", she thought, wondering if she would also be able to get young studs to worship her when she would be on her early eighties.

Bobby was putting a blanket around a clerk's shoulders, who was in turn sniffing and groaning something about a vinyl clad porn-star, and whipped cream.ileeilee watched them, obviously amused.

Actually, there was a whole load of wasted whipped cream on the floor.

Hank and Ororo were talking to the bank manager, who was blushing like hell and had a very confused look.

The place smelled like sex.

Oh, hell.

Jean used her telepathy to feel the aura of her surroundings and find out what happened.

Oh, bloody hell.

A massive, hellish orgy had taken place here. That explained everything.

She saw the rest of the X-Men standing above a fallen person, trying to get him back to his senses.

She got a little closer to see who was down...

"Oh my god! Scott!", she cried.

Scott was unconscious on the floor, his visor nowhere to be seen.

She run to him, pushing through the little crowd around Scott and her team-mates tending to him.

"Scott! What happened to him? Is he hurt bad?"

"Jean, what are ya talking about?", Rogue said, a concerned look on her eyes.

Then Jean realised that nothing was wrong with her telepathic link with Scott. As if nothing had happened to him. She brainstormed the unconscious man's mind and realised that the man lying on the floor was not her husband Scott.

"Jean, what's tha matter?", Scott came up behind her and put his hand on her shoulder. He had been at the safe where the money used to be, inquiring for any clues.

"But, Scott, that man looks exactly like you!"

"No-no-no, sweetheart. I assure you that there is no other Summers family member that you haven't met already. I really really mean it.

"That's not what I'm talking about! He looks *exactly* like you! For a moment, I thought that something happened to you!"

"Jean...are you alright? The man on the floor has no resemblance to me! He's a redhead, for god's sake! He's got a moustache, a b a beard! His hair is caught in a *ponytail*!And he's way shorter than me! How could you mistake him for me?"

"Cyke, what are *ya* talkin' about? The guy's got black, jet hair, a big sexy nose, big eyebrows, pouty lips...oh my God", Rogue started drooling. "Plus,he's got muscles all over, and he could easily be an NBA seed!", she kept on, stupefied. "What a stud", she added, whistling.

Jean had another look at the passed-out guy. Still Scott.

Ororo stood above the fainted guy. She had a look at him. Then she rubbed her eyes. Blinked them a few times, and opened them. She stared.

"Oh my *God*,this is George Clooney!"

Everyone stared at her, some raising an eyebrow.

Wolverine was the first to break the silence:
"Something is wrong with that guy on the floor. Damn right it is."

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Dave woke up in a place where he couldn't remember ever being again.

Some sort of infirmary, with all the seemingly needed medical equipment. Even the walls were painted like a hospital's walls, that unwelcoming pale blue that seemed futuristic, but it was just plain cold.

He tried to remember what kind of incident brought him to a hospital this time.

"Oh, no, the *bank*!"

He failed again.

Every damn time, his fucking sister would end up having the upper hand.

When he was a teenager, and his mutancy appeared, it was the best thing ever happening to him.

He couldn't have any control over his power, because it was always active, and it depended on the people looking at him.

His whole form was a constant illusion.

In the eyes of everyone looking at him, he would have the form of the most good-looking, desirable guy his watcher would ever imagine.

His gift would somehow create that illusion by searching the watchers' mind and find out the tastes of each of them,
and accordingly make him look exactly like the beauty role-model of them. But only in their eyes.

Of course he was a totally different person to each of the people looking at him.

He realised it from the first day his powers exposed themselves.
He had gone at school, and suddenly every girl, even those who previously ignored him, would sweet talk to him.

At first, he thought it was some kind of sick joke, that they wanted to have fun with him for being an antisocial loser, the one who normally wouldn't be looked at for a second time But But he changed his mind when two girls sexually abused him at the boys' WC.

Mrs.Godamnnen, the Science teacher, was giving him the eye during her class afterwards. He could swear she licked her lips while doing that.

Going to check himself at the WC's mirror, he realised he still looked the same(but only in his eyes, as he didn't acknowledge at the time).

Then, Hannah, the school's most popular girl, came naked out of a stall and also sexually abused him.

Not that he objected, of course.

But he felt like he was close to freaking out.

Which he finally did, when being at the locker room after P.H., and Kyle, the school's butch bully and star of the football team, came out of the closet hitting on *him*.

*Him*,the new sexual lust object of the town.

And when he got home, and his mother didn't recognise him and instead of threatening to call the police or something she just grabbed his ass, he just *knew* that an X-Gene had something to do with that.

Everything soon settled down, as everyone still knew him as same old Dave, just in a new, much hotter package.

He had the same life he had before, but now enjoyed the benefits of total beauty. He was perfectly beautiful to everyone, no matter what their tastes were, as long as they liked men. Even straight men looked at him as a stud, they didn't want to fuck him at sight however. He was more like a role model to them.

His unnatural good looks got him a little in the head, making him very social and confident, but also arrogant and rude, totally different than his old, shy self, who seemed pathetic to him every time he looked back at his ugly days.
Now his life was brighter, almost perfect.


But it suddenly turned out that his older sister had the good genes in the family.

Her powers could sexually control any living being. And do some pretty impressive stuff to people's sexuality too.

But the problem was that his sister turned out to be a cruel, manipulative bitch.

And she didn't hesitate to show-off her powers.

Every time his illusionary good looks would get him a new girlfriend (one of the many waiting in line),Zazelle would wait a few days and then turn Dave's girlfriends gay.

Yeah, she could do that too. Scary, huh? It seemed she could also control the genes or hormones that had to do with someone's sexual preferences.

Soon, half the school's girls would be lesbians, creating a very big fuss to male populatihen hen they started dating each other.

For God's sake, his two first girlfriends, Hannah and Francine are now married to each other and have a cute little boy!

Well, at that time he decided to stop the lesbian overpopulation and made a big fight with his sister for this.

She turned back to normal most of the girls, only the crap-looking ones though(Hanna and Francine had the beauty of an angel).

But then she turned all of Dave's best friends gay, during the Senior's Graduation party, and she also got them exquisitely horny, and all that combined to Dave's awesomely good looks inevitably resulted to a big gay orgy(Dave's ass also got some, though he was not exactly raped, as this was a party and he was immensely drunk).

Being tricked into a gay orgy didn't bother Dave nearly as much as to his sister proving that SHE was the one under control.

He got mad at her and beat her up the next morning, making her turn all of his friends back to straightness (except for Kyle who was already gay ;-) )

She got angry, cursed all of his friends to become premature ejaculators, and took off for France, where she started some business of hers. There she changed her name to Zazelle (she had a normal name until that day).

Dave's friends never talked to him again, not because of their gay experience together, but because all of their girlfriends soon dumped them, since Zazelle didn't just curse them, but she actually used her mutant powers to make them cum in a flash, making them useless to their girlfriends.

Well, Kyle still talked to him. But he didn't have much of a sex life too.

Dave left his home soon after(he was also afraid that his mother would rape him if he stayed a little longer)and tried to find Zazelle and find out what she was up to, then spoil it for her. Not because of good intentions of course, he just swore to get back at her.

He used his mutant powers to attract the right people wherever he went and slept his way to where he could reach Zazelle. He even found out about her devious plans. And the first step was soon to take place at Salem Centre.

He didn't have much time when he found where the first robbery would take place so he just got there and tried to improvise. But he failed miserably.

He couldn't stop his sister all alone. And being stuck in some hospital's infirmary with bruises all over his body didn't let him any chances of getting help.

Suddenly, the infirmary's door opened and Dave instantly closed his eyes, peeking through his eyelashes to see to whom did these cheery voices belong to.

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"Aaaaw, he's sooo cuute!", Rogue squealed like a schoolgirl, unable to stre wie with her inner pairing instincts.

"He's such a stud. I never believed that I would ever see George Clooney up close and lying on a bed in front of me!", Storm squealed even more pathetically.

"But, I can swear that he's just like Scott!", Jean protested.

"Hey, gals. You heard what Chuck said. He's not Cyke,*and* he's not that guy who dated J.Lo. either!", Bobby Drake corrected them while he and Hank entered the room.

"He's a mutant, whose power makes him have a different form in everyone's eyes.", Hank started analysing. "Somehow, he takes the most attracting form possible for each one of you."

"For Rogue, just like most people», he said while pointing at her, “He’s some unknown good-looking studlet."

Rogue squealed again.

"For other people, like crazed groupies, he's some specific person: more accurately, a celebrity."

"Storm, I never knew you were a George Clooney's fan!", Bobby teased.

Storm blushed, but then grinned at him:
"Two words," she said, "Perfect Storm".

"Hee-hee, the right movie for the right girl!", Bobby chuckled.

"Please allow me to continue, dear Robert", Hank stopped their private chat." There is also a very lucky small percentage of people, like Jean."
He smiled at Jean.

"In our patient, the aforementioned percentage only see the person they truly love".

Jean blushed.

"What about you guys? do you see the same person?" Rogue exclaimed.

"I see some blonde surfer guy. Tanned, slim body, probably blue eyes, if they were open so I could see them of course", Hank admitted.

"He seems like a black underwear model to me. Shaved head, impressive muscles. Ebony skin." was Bobby's response.

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"Good, at least I won't have to explain my power to them since they found out themselves. ",Dave thought while pretending to be asleep.
He was eavesdropping the whole time and got to the decision that this was probably no hospital. What the hell were these people?

"Hey, I think our little patient is not asleep after all. He was broadcasting thoughts for the last few minutes. He's just pretending he's unconscious now." the redhead woman who confused him with some Scott guy said.

"Awww! How adorable! The cutie is just playin' dead!" the girl with the white streak on her hair said in her southern drawl and pinched his cheek.

"OUCH!" Dave stood up into a sitting position and grumbled.

"That hurt too much for a normal pinch!" he pouted at the girl.
But now she didn't look like before. Now she had ebony black hair, brown eyes, bigger breasts, and big incredibly shaped lips, just like that Italian actress whose name Dave couldn't remember at the time.
"Wow! You look...different." was all he could say before drooling all over the bed.

"Oh, just great, Marie", said Ororo. "Never pinch the cuties without your gloves on. Now you look like a blonde big-titty bimbo to me."

"Yeah, but seeing me as a bimbo means ya like bimbos, right guys?", Rogue turned to Hank and Bobby, waiting for support.

Bobby was eating her alive with his eyes. "Eh...",was his not-so articulate response.

"I think I want to attend the bathroom", was all that Hank could say, before running off.

"Why am I here?", Dave intervened.

"You were out cold when we found you at the bank. You needed medical attention, plus the mutant clerk we also found there said you would have important things to tell us about the robbery", Bobby eagerly responded to him, trying to get his eyes someplace else than Rogue. A bit more staring at her would lead to uncontrollable bodily reactions of him.

"And why am I wearing thispitspital robe instead of my clothes? Hey, that means that someone got me naked-Oh shit!*Which* one of you put that thing on me?", Dave said in a menacing tone and stared towards the giggling girls.

"Hank did, so just calm down" Bobby soothed him.

"Hank?"

"The blue furry guy that just left for the bathroom...oh, your name, by the way?"

"Dave."

"I'm Bobby. Nice to meet you."

"And Ah'm Rogue-"

"Nobody asked you!" the girl with the painful touch was seriously annoying Dave, and he was never of the good-mannered people who would just let it go unmentioned.

"Oh, he's so cute when he's mean!" Rogue had changed back to normal already, since a little pinch was all she got to touch of him anyway.

"Oh, we'll see about that! But first I want my clothes back."
Hank had just got back from the bathroom when he heard Dave's not so gentle request.

"There was a little problem with your previous clothing.", he told him.

"What kind of problem?"

"Well, as soon as you were brought in the infirmary, a mob of females came in and leapt at you. After a glorious struggle, I managed to get them off you, but somehow they managed to rip all your clothes off. That’s why I put you into the robe after all."

Storm pushed a little further into her waistband the ripped piece of male underwear she held up to that moment, hiding the guilty look in her pupiless eyes.

Rogue sighed, since she had only compromised with a sock.

"So, isn’t there anything for me to put on?"

Rogue had an urge to express her idea of giving him one of her thongs, but she instantly squirmed at the mental image created by this idea, thus delaying her actual expression of her idea and giving Hank the chance to offer to lend Dave some of hlothlothing.

"My, he would look good on Hawaiian shirts", she thought and another mental image popped on her mind.

"Wait a minute, are there more women out there?", Dave asked, concerned for his safety.

"You mean in the mansion? Why sure-"

"Then get me a cloak or something. And a mask too."

Storm and Rogue tried to protest. Jean didn't mind, she already had her very own Scott.

"Please? I don't want to risk further out-of control situations."