The Virus II

NOTE: First, thanks to those that enjoyed the first Virus story and here's hoping you enjoy this one. That said, the story takes place about 4-5 years ago, prior to the events of House of M and M-Day, but it's not neccessarily within the regular continuity. It features characters from the X-Men, Uncanny X-Men, Astonishing X-Men and New X-Men lineups of around that time. The sex involved over the course of this story will be M/F, a little F/F, HJs, BJs, Anal, DP's, group sex and facials. A little bit of celeb stuff and probably a teensy bit of incest and some pedo stuff too considering the New X-Men kids are minors, but probably not any "first time" kind of stuff. Just pretend all the girls had their cherries popped at some point.

CHAPTER 1

Hank McCoy, the Beast, was staring into a computer screen in one of his varied labs in the X-Mansion. As he was hard at work, David Alleyne, aka Prodigy, entered with a set of papers.

"Hey, Doctor McCoy."

Beast turned to face Prodigy. "Ah, David. Hello. What's going on?"

"I just wanted to turn in my paper to you before going to class." He said, handing it over.

"Hmm. My assignment isn't due for another week, David. Are you sure it's ready to hand in?"

"I'm very confident about the grade, sir."

"You just want it done so you can have the weekend homework free, don't you?"

"Yep."

"Well, I can't find a flaw in that logic." Beast smiled. "Very well. But I'm not grading this until the due date. Alas, my time is not as free as those with youth on their side."

"Have you been busy?"

"About as much as any other day, friend. Computer simulations, biological research, emailing concepts and discussions with my peers in the superhero industry. All in a day's work in my lab."

"Well, it's certainly one heck of a lab. It's really amazing how many projects you can run down here!" David said as he picked up a vial and held it up to the light.

"David! Put that down!" Beast shouted quickly at David, startling him. Prodigy quickly set the vial back down in the stand it had been sitting in.

"Sorry, Doctor McCoy. I didn't mean any harm." The nervous young adult apologized.

"I'm the one that should say sorry, David. I didn't mean to snap. It's just that that particular vial you held in your hand is one of a few pheromone samples I've obtained from Spider-Woman."

"Which one?"

Beast sighed, "The first. Logan recently obtained another sample since they've both joined the Avengers. A few years back, the sample I had been running some tests on for a non-lethal weapon had been released into the air within the mansion. The effects were... interesting."

"How interesting?"

"As in 'you're too young to know' interesting. Enough now. You're already running late enough for your class and I have no intention of letting your teacher excuse you again for being tardy."

"But, uh, Doctor McCoy... it's your class."

"It is?" Beast's eyes widened. He then pulled out his PDA and looked at the schedule. "Oh my. Then you'd better beat me to the classroom!" Beast grinned and then bounded out of his chair, bounced off the ceiling (bumping into the light) and out the door. David paused for a second as it dawned on what that meant. David then bolted out the door and tried to make it to class before he got another detention.

As the door quickly shut behind him, the slam had jarred the lighting fixture, and after Beast had already hit it, it was knocked loose and swung down past the table with the vial on it and slammed into the bookshelf. The bookshelf wobbled for a moment before it tipped over and spilled the textbooks and manuals all over the floor, computer and particularly, the table holding the samples and chemicals. One rather thick textbook had slid across the desk until it hit the stand holding the pheromone sample vials. And in a classic case of inertia, the book had stopped sliding, yet the vial stand continued on and sailed off the table, where it smashed on the floor in a puddle.

The spill started to evaporate as it was exposed to the air. The vapor then wafted its way up into the airshafts. It circulated through the vents, reaching every room in the mansion, including the holding cells in the lower levels of the mansion. One of the cells currently housing the former member of the Brotherhood, Mystique. She was currently being held as a "guest" of the institute after revealing herself, having infiltrated the mansion while posing as a woman named Foxx. Where before, she had a room and privacy, now she had a cot and a toilet and little privacy as the cell had several devices monitoring her every move.

She took a deep breath as she laid down on the cot. She kept trying to think of ways out of the situation she was in; how to sneak out of the cell, make her way upstairs and past the varying X-Men, much less her son and adopted daughter. Her mind then drifted to other similar tight spots she had been in through her career. She had remembered one time in Russia where she had killed a high-ranking general in the Soviet army and while making her way out of the military base, she had stumbled into the barracks. With several soldiers around her and a dead general one building over, she was forced to improvise in order to get out of there. She pretended to be a prostitute hired to entertain the troops. That night in particular, she had more sex than she ever had in her life. Every soldier in that platoon took a turn with her. In fact, there were so many men, they had to use every hole on her body. She had of course had threesomes in her long career, but this was the first time she had been gangbanged.

As Mystique reminisced about the fun she had, her hand had wandered down to her crotch. "Maybe I should be doing something else", she wondered. She slid her hand down her tights and started to gently rub her pussy. "A short break won't hurt", she thought. She rubbed her clit a little more and moaned lightly. She could feel herself getting wet with excitement.

Her breath got heavier as she quickened the pace of her rubbing. The room felt a few degrees hotter for Mystique, so she quickly pulled off her pants and sat up against the wall, spreading her sleek blue legs apart and resuming her masturbation. She was now using both hands. One sliding up and down her pussy lips while the other thrust in and out of her cunt. She tilted her head back and moaned. Her hands were now working furiously at bringing herself to orgasm, slick with her pussies wetness. She had now advanced to plunghing four fingers of her left hand inside and out as she groped her breast and pinched her nipple with the right. She pulled the nipple and shook her breast. Her eyes were closed as her mind thought of getting stuffed by a large cock. She thought of the old times she spent with Victor and the way his thick member drilled her during their frequently rough sex and how he would always come inside her.

"Should... I leave you alone?" A voice said. Mystique snapped back to reality and sat up straight as she saw Bobby Drake, Iceman, standing in front of her cell. He had a tray of food and a glass of milk that was about as white as his stunned face.

Mystique smirked and leaned back again, going back to masturbating. "Depends. There a cucumber on that tray?"

"No."

"Guess I'm sticking with my hand for now. Unless you want to join me..." She slowly rubbed her clit in a lazy circle, as if inviting Bobby into herself.

"Oh, come on. Seriously? Is this your big escape plan? Seduce me into opening the door so you can escape?"

"I'll admit, the idea is tempting. But right now, I'm more interested in getting off. And since you interrupted, I have to start all over again." Mystique leaned forward and got off the cot onto her knees. She crawled towards the cell's entrance and looked up at Bobby. "But if you want to watch, I don't mind putting on a show."

Mystique ran her hands up her body, over her breasts, around her neck and through her hair. She lowered her hands back down and swayed her hips side to side. She laid back on the floor and rubbed her thighs as she started to play with herself again. "You like this?" She asked.

"It's... okay." He stammered. He was completely transfixed on her nude form, his hardon pressing against his pants.

"Okay? Only okay? My body doesn't arouse you? Or would this be more to your liking?" Mystique then changed her appearance to Lindsay Lohan. The sight of the busty teen starlet was unbelievable to Bobby. "Ooh. Looks like that did the trick." She said as she noticed the bulge in his pants. As Mystique writhed on the ground, rubbing her pussy and tits, Bobby (without diverting his gaze from her body) slowly made his way over to the cell's control panel.

"I shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't be doing this. I shouldn't be doing this. What are you doing, Bobby? You're going to regret this!" He muttered to himself as he punched in a code and the door slid open. Bobby set the dinner tray down on the table and undid his pants and pulled them off, exposing his hard cock to her. She got up on her knees again and took his prick into her mouth. He ran his hands through her red hair as her freckled face slobbered all over his cock and grabbed her by the back of her head, making her deep throat him. "MMmmm. Yeah, suck it. Suck my cock bitch."

"Mmmmmpplh! Mffffhhh! Ulk!" She gagged on his dick.

"Yes! Yes! Yesss!" He groaned. He pulled out of her mouth and let her breathe.

"Ahh yeah, you ready to stick that cock inside me now?"

"Fuck yes." He said as he pushed her to the ground. "Now make yourself look like Jessica Biel."

"Hmmm. Nice." She smiled as she did what was asked. Soon, she had changed her look again to that of the former 7th Heaven star. Bobby stroked his cock as he got on top of her and started to fuck her.

"Ohhhhhh my god, Mystique. this is so hot..."

"Uhhhhh! Don't you mean.... Mmmm fuck... 'Jessica'?"

"Yeah! Yeah! Unhh!"

"Please... ahhh! Gimme that big... RRH! Cock of yours!"

"Turn over. And now I want you to be Tyra Banks." As instructed, she turned over and got on her hands and knees changing into the supermodel. Bobby ran his hands over her nice rump and gave it a nice slap, getting a quick yelp out of Mystique. He stuck his cock in her pussy and went back to fucking her. "Oh! God! Ah! Aahahhh! AHH!"

"MMM! Like fucking... fuck! My big ass? Motherfucker?"

"Oh yeah! Fucking that ass! So AHH... good!"

"Ohh shit! Keep going! Do it! OOH YES!"

"Such a... yeah! Hot slut! Yeah!"

"Nnnnnn... I know what's... really gonna... get you off!" Mystique grunted.

"More than! Fucking! A pop star?" He asked as he continued pumping away.

"Yeah! This!" And on cue, Mystique morphed into her foster daughter, Rogue. Screwing celebrities was one thing, but the chance to fuck the ultimate dream girl sent Bobby into overdrive. Her large natural breasts swinging back and forth, her bubble butt slapping against his hips and tight-looking snatch wrapped around his cock. Iceman was now thrusting in and out harder and faster than he'd ever fucked someone before.

"Oh fuck yes! Fuck, you're so tight!" Bobby grabbed a handful of the white streak of hair and held it like reins, jerking her head back and forth, causing Mystique to buck backwards with it. He was thoroughly enjoying the chance to live out a fantasy of his; fucking Rogue like a piece of meat.

"Uh! UH! Oh god! Fuck my tight cunt! Fuck it with your big cock! I'm cumming! I'M FUCKING CUMMING!" She cried as he pounded away at her (currently) soft silky white skin. Bobby felt her pussy cumming all over his dick.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING?" A female voice screamed at them.

Bobby and Mystique both turned their heads to see Gambit and most importantly, the real Rogue, staring at them. Rogue looked furious, but Gambit seemed to be hiding a degree of amusement. The surprise had come at an even more humiliating moment as when Bobby turned to see who was yelling at him, his cock had popped out and ejaculated all over Mystique, who had started changing back into her natural blue form. His spoiled orgasm spurting onto Mystique's back in white streams.

"I can explain!" Bobby said. He stood up and held his hands up as if he had one whopper of a tale, which this had certainly qualified.

"You sure as hell better!" Rogue snarled. She grabbed Bobby by the arm and yanked him out of the cell. "We're going to have a little talk!" She fumed as she was now heading towards the exit of the brig, still dragging Bobby.

"Can I at least grab my clothes first?"

"NO! Serves you right!"

As Gambit watched his girl pull Bobby out of the room, Mystique let out a slow smile as she inched towards him. Suddenly he flicked a few charged cards up, aimed at her head.

"Ah ah ah! Last I checked, you were still a prisoner, Mystique." Gambit whirled around. Mystique sulked and crossed her arms. Gambit then quickly snapped out his collapsable staff and with a flick of his wrist, it snatched up Bobby's uniform and flung it across the room into a trash can. With his other hand, he tapped on the console by Mystique's cell and locked it again. As Gambit headed towards the door, he looked back at Mystique and before he left, he said, "An' if I was you, I'd get dressed. Because somethin' tells me Rogue's gonna want to talk to you next."

Mystique sighed and turned back to her cot. As she strode back, Bobby's cum still remained and was trickling its way down her back to her round ass. She rubbed it around with her hands, wiping the load off before sitting back down. Slowly, she started to lick her fingers clean. She then thought to herself, "Maybe I could hang around a little while longer. Things are getting interesting here."

TO BE CONTINUED...

NEXT: Hisako's training session does not go as expected.