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[Author's Note: Welcome back! I'm sorry it's been so long of a delay, but I've had real life, writer's block, and another project to deal with. I have not forgotten you, my loyal readers and I don't plan to let it go so long again before the next exciting installment! In this chapter we meet Nyanko, who is a renamed version of Hakko from the Canaan anime and copyright the producer of that anime. Her section isn't quite as extensive as I might otherwise like, but the concept came from my desire to both ressurect her and X2 movie version Lady Deathstrike as well as seed some plot points for upcoming developments. That got mixed in with the continuation and conclusion of the party from the last chapter, and that grew to overwhelm the main story! Oh well, it's more X-Men and Hellfire sex so that's always a good thing. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, and that you'll join me again for the continuing saga.]
[Note 2, temporary: As usual, expect edits within the first few days of posting a new chapter as I do proofreading and such. I tend to post these as soon as I finish and go back and polish them up a bit afterwards. New! I've added a couple of replies to reviewers at the bottom of the page]
Chapter 18 part 3 : Strike on Strike
The last thing Yuriko Oyama, the awkwardly-named "Lady Deathstrike" remembered before awakening wherever she was now was dying. Instinctively, her hands went to her gut where the horrific, life-ending injury had taken place. Inwardly, she cursed herself for a fool because she realized even as she did it that for one she shouldn't have revealed she was awake until she had a better idea where she was, and for another if that killing strike still affected her she'd not be able to move at all. The finishing stab hadn't merely been an impalement, it had come with a deadly injection of molten adamantium metal, burning her from inside out as the liquid fire filled her. Her final memory was it reaching her throat and pouring into her mouth, destroying it as well as the final evidence trickled down her mouth and cheeks like silver blood. It had even gone into her sinuses and trickled from her eyes like tears, but she had been unconscious by then and wouldn't know that much. She merely knew the unbelievable pain, and the face of her killer.
The man known only as Logan, the Wolverine. Slowly, her mind filled in the details behind that killing moment, and she realized how she came to that end. She'd been investigating the Weapon X program that had stolen her father's adamantium bonding process, the same one that had turned the Wolverine into the killing machine that had put an end to her. In the process, she'd been captured by the forces there led by Col. William Stryker III, brother of the infamous disgraced preacher who had led the anti-mutant Purifiers on their genocidal quest against mutantkind. Anti-mutant hatred seemed to run in the family, as well as access to a mutant family member capable of mind controlling others both human and mutant, and she had been made into his puppet. During an attempt to recreate his brother's plan to wipe out mutantkind using Professor Xavier's abilities in conjunction with a machine based on Cerebro technology, he'd come under attack by the X-Men and in the ensuing battle she had engaged the Wolverine and lost.
And now she was here, wherever that was. She didn't feel the incredible weight in her core that cooled adamantium would bring, and logically she knew that she wouldn't be able to breathe or function at all as the molten metal had destroyed her internal organs even as it displaced them with it's own volume. Her hands didn't feel the wound from the probe that had injected her, either, though her immediate death would have prevented it closing. There's no way even her healing abilities would saved her, or found a way to expel the adamantium filling her. Even as her mind raced through the possibilities, she could think of no conceivable way she could have survived. It just didn't seem possible.
Even as she steeled herself to open her eyes, expecting to find herself in some yomi hell her soul had been dragged to for her crimes, she heard a soft and familiar female voice that certainly sounded like no demon. As it spoke to her, reassuring her that it was ok and she was safe, she opened her eyes and blinked softly as they slowly focused on the familiar multi-armed figure that matched the voice in her memory.
Spiral.
The woman who had rebuilt her as a cyborg the first time, and had upgraded her again after Pierce's less than smoothly designed modifications. Though she might look to many like a whitened version of Kali, Hindu goddess of death and destruction, to Yuriko's eyes she looked like an angel of salvation.
The woman smiled on her as she examined what was surely her handiwork.
"Welcome back to the land of the living... you're surely curious how you got here."
Yuriko smiled in return and flattered her benefactor. "Seeing you answered that question... truly, is there anything you can't do?"
The multi-armed angel smirked. "Flattery might get you everywhere, but shush and let me show off by explaining how I did it?"
Yuriko only nodded, in truth not incurious, and Spiral continued.
"Ironically, you can thank Wolverine. Since you were remodeled based on his template, with your own version of his healing factor, you also got his cussed survivability. Basically, the adamantium didn't reach inside your braincase, it ran out at your sinuses. That was your first stroke of luck. The second was being suspended in icy waters. Even humans can survive longer than they should when near-frozen, and your healing factor was able to keep your brain alive in a dormant state, cannibalizing what was left of your body for resources to preserve it. When your body was found, it was salvaged to try to recover the adamantium. It was a bonus that your soul remained with your body and your brain was intact. So, given that it was a fairly simple matter to copy your brain into a cloned body and transfer your soul to it's new home. You're welcome."
Yuriko absorbed this in silence, before asking the one question that still lingered. "Reclaim the adamantium? Is that even possible?"
Spiral nodded. "It's not easy, but Magneto showed the way. With the right application of electromagnetic forces, adamantium can be returned to a liquid state where it can be re-used. It's a frighteningly expensive process that takes months to process even a single ounce, but ironically it's cheaper and easier than making adamantium from scratch."
Again a soft nod from the newly-ressurected killing machine... yet still something bothered her.
"That explains the how, but not the why. The adamantium could be recovered without ressurecting me, and I know you work for hire. Why even contact you to return me from the dead at all? Unless you were there when it happened and chose to do this on your own, but I don't see it making sense for you to tag along on a salvage operation."
Spiral sighed, confirming that there was a grimmer side to the story. "You're right... at first I was contacted to see if there was anything I might wish to salvage from you, but our employer became quite interested when they learned you might still live. After all, your skill and experience are very valuable commodities."
The sinking feeling in Yuriko's gut rivaled the weight of the adamantium that had killed her. "So I am to be a weapon, in service to masters not of my choosing... again. Is it too late to return me to hell?"
Spiral's eyes were sympathetic as her words tried to soothe. "It is not so bad as all that... I do have some weight in negotiations you know and a lifetime of servitude was taken off the table at my first opportunity. You will be free of all but voluntary gratitude towards me personally, you simply have to earn it first."
Yuriko let the news settle into her as she resigned herself to accept it. It truly could be worse. Finally, she spoke simply. "What must I do?"
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Countless miles away from the undisclosed location Spiral kept as her base of operations, the party at the New Orleans branch of the Hellfire Club was continuing in full swing. Psylocke continued to watch and telepathically share in the carnal pleasures being indulged in as the assembled guests partook of one another in a scene that rivaled any Roman orgy of legend. And considering their hostess' status as the former patron goddess of Nova Roma, perhaps it was fitting.
The mix of couples and small groups had changed slightly with the arrival of Kat Pryde's subgrouping of X-Factor, and Selene's own Fallen Angels group of superhumans. Much as Emma Frost had forged her own Hellions group, now disbanded, Selene had assembled her own group of mostly younger mutant misfits. Of the original membership of mutant runaways that had originated the name, only the teleporter Ariel remained. Since then, they had been joined by the "mutant mallrats" Jubilee and Boomer, an attractive blonde she recognized as the former trainee Skids from the days of the original X-Factor, and perhaps most intriguingly the New York City street heroes Cloak and Dagger. The latter two she had never met, only knowing them from their computerized profiles from Sage's archives of active and known superhumans. It was an unusual grouping, perhaps, but an interesting one. And they had found their groove quickly once the festivities got truly down and dirty, making for a delightful addition to the stunning display of sexuality the purple-haired telepath was indulging in as spectator.
In addition to the sights, sounds, and sensations she was getting from the amorous adventurers, she also was able to get bits of context from their stray thoughts. Thus, she was able to gather that Ariel and Skids were a couple and a bit unwilling to stray too far from one another as they clung together alone in their little corner, and Cloak and Dagger were similarly pair bonded. Interestingly, the latter pair didn't read exactly as romantic, nor merely friends with benefits, but somehow they were bonded on a deeper and more primal level. It was a little like the way the two Feral twins were halves of the same whole, though not as comprehensive. They didn't share the same mind, but they were indeed connected and deeply so. One might even go so far as to call them soulmates, and Psylocke wouldn't want to be the one to try to stand between them.
Neither couple were in a hurry to engage in sex, a little shy compared to many of the others, but it was clear they were tempted and would sooner or later give in to that temptation. Ariel it seemed was the more adventurous of them by far, black eyes roaming the erotic sights and active mind fantasizing and desirous, but she held back for the sake of her much more timid partner. Psylocke reminded herself that Skids was a Morlock at one point and a runaway from familial sexual abuse prior to that, and had kept her force field power up to keep others at bay for a long time before she learned to relax her fears enough to turn it off. Ariel was a hedonist, and Skids almost terminally standoffish, and so they balanced one another out. Skids kept Ariel out of trouble by preventing her from indulging every sensual whim regardless of whether or not it was a good idea, and Ariel brought Skids out of her shell and gave her much needed affection and acceptance. In this environment of wanton lustful expression, they would compromise by making love in public but keeping to one another, a middle ground between both of their ultimate wishes. The balancing act was good for them, and would help them both grow as people. Psylocke noted this and moved on in her attentions, merely noting to add their expressed passions to her list of telepathically shared experiences she was riding from the room's collective mindscape and let that be that. The pair was sweet, but there were more interesting things to consume her attention and she planned to miss none of it.
Two of the new pairings were predictable from the moment the prospective partners came in contact. Along with Kat's group came two that Psylocke recognized, Rahne Sinclair aka Wolvesbane and her boyfriend whom she only knew by the codename Blue Devil. The last she'd heard of them, both were still at the Summers and Frost bastardization of Xavier's and so their presence could only mean they were getting ready to defect. That was indeed pleasant news, every mutant rescued from Frost's clutches the better and even more so when it was someone they knew and loved as they did Rahne.
Psylocke was not the only one to note their arrival, as an unknown woman whose thoughts identified her as either "Fera" or "Ferocia" noticed immediately and approached Rahne slowly. The woman was a silver-furred wolf hybrid of some sort, sleek and attractive and wearing only her own natural pelt, and from the moment her icy blue eyes met Rahne's golden ones the chemistry was electric. In an almost completely animal way they connected and communicated on a primal level without words, and they kept their eyes locked on one another as they circled, sizing one another up. The cherry brown wolfwoman quickly matched her form to that of her silver partner in this new dance of mating they were suddenly engaged in, and they engaged their wolfen sense of scent as they slinked around each other without touching but nearly nose to fur. Then, just as abruptly, the silver were was shifting down to her fully wolfen form, and dashing away like a dart made of moonlight. Just as swiftly, Wolvesbane was in her own wolf form and giving chase, and the game continued. When Rahne finally caught her it was because the silver female wanted to be caught, and the pair circled again, this time sniffing beneath one another's tails almost like a furred yin and yang in shiny red and grey. When they shifted again, it was back to their furred wolfwoman forms, and the yin and yang turned into a full on 69 right there on the spot.
"That escalated quickly", Psylocke thought to herself with a chuckle and moved on to continue her visual and psychic voyeurism. That led her back to the Blue Devil, who had in the meantime been approached nearly as swiftly by --who else? Illyana Rasputin, the girl with the demonic past. She'd stripped basically on arrival, teleporting her clothing away and leaving her beautiful petite body exposed to the appreciative eyes of the blue demonic looking male as she stalked to him like a hunting cat with shining eyes full of lust. Illyana was a woman with a well-known fetish for being sodomized by demons, and it took almost no time at all once she saw him for her to make him an offer too good to refuse. Psylocke could already see in her mind's eye Illyana's intention to suck him until he filled her mouth with his demon seed, and his own desire to feel and taste of her breasts and intimate feminine center. And after that, she fully intended to spend the remainder of the evening with her tight little ass stuffed full of his thick blue devil's cock until her bowels were sprayed to overflowing with his emissions and they were both too worn out and satisfied to move. It was a plan Psylocke could only approve.
By contrast, Kat herself took a little longer to make her move even as her lover Rachel Grey the Phoenix floated away to answer the Black Queen's psychic call. Still, as her eyes were drawn to her mentor Wolverine sensually and powerfully assfucking his student Jubilee, the junior trainee compared to Kat herself, her decision was made. Steeling herself after what seemed like a small eternity of watching them but was in fact only a scant few minutes, she walked to them with determination, slipping free of her one-piece uniform and letting it drop to the floor, declaring that they should make room for one more as she was coming in. It was not a question, nor even a demand, merely a statement. Logan had been Kat's first, and if Jubilee was going to have him she would share with her senior student. That was how it was and how it would be, and Wolverine himself wisely didn't argue with her. That interplay of dominance and submission, establishing Kat as the alpha female over Jubilee, was between them and he would abide by the outcome.
And so it was that their position shifted soon thereafter, from standing anal with Jubilee bent over with Logan thrusting his thick member into her clenching little bottom from behind, to the classic "doggy style" position with Jubliee on her hands and knees and Wolverine still giving it to her from behind but the young Asian woman's face buried into Kat's chestnut-framed pink. Wolverine proved to be quite the master of self-control, delaying and denying his orgasm even as Kat was licked and fingered to two of her own, and even as they shifted position enough for Kat to slide beneath Jubliee and bring her own tongue to bear on the younger female, turning it into a 69 position. It wasn't until Jubilee had hit her own powerful climax between the skilled tongue and fingertips of Kat Pryde and the strong cock pumping unmercifully in her overstuffed rectum that he finally roared out his own pleasure peak as he blasted her insides with the second load of the evening. And even then, it was not over.
Even as he pulled out of her clenching, reddened asshole leaking the white remains of the overflowing orgasm that had filled it, he remained erect. It was then that Kat took the opportunity to flip herself and Jubilee over and turn them around, reversing their prior positions so that she was on her hands and knees with Jubilee beneath her and her own lovely hindquarters presented to the lustful eyes and nose of the Wolverine. It was even as he paused to lean down and scent and taste of her, and realized that he was in no hygenic condition to penetrate her clean and perfect pink womanhood so immediately after pulling it from the depths of Jubilee's ass that Kat shocked him by spreading her cheeks for him and putting her little puckered rosebud on display. It was clear what message she was sending, but still he hesitated.
"Kat darlin, you sure that's what you want? It ain't as easy as it looks ya know."
After but a moment's hesitation, Kat responded in the affirmative, nodding as she locked her eyes on his over her shoulder. "Yes, I'm sure. I've never done it before but everyone around me seems to be all into it and I'm curious as hell. And there's nobody I trust more or want more to give me my first time with it."
Logan, the man known as the Wolverine nodded, not arguing with her decision but still feeling the need to clarify. "All right, darlin, whatever you want but I'll let ya know, it's not gonna be an easy thing. I don't know what you know about it, but everyone doing it here's got experience and it's not the kind of thing that's even close to fun the first time. It takes a few times to even stop hurting and five or ten times of practice before it starts being fun, for most people at least. Lots of people give up before they get that far, it's a rocky road ya know?"
Kat paused, pondering this but then nodding in grim determination. She had no intention of backing out, and a challenge was never a thing she had shied from. Still, there was another way than merely struggling through it, and that's where Psylocke could come in. Abandoning her lazy voyeurism to take a more direct role, she rose from her relaxed position on the dias lounge to approach them, smiling softly.
"I can help with that, actually. I've got plenty of experience myself, and it wouldn't be my first time helping someone through their first time. Just ask Jean, I made it much better for her and now she's assfucking like a pro. All it would take is for you to let me ride along with you in your mind and take enough control of your body to smooth things out for you. I'll have you coming like a champ in no time."
Kat looked between them, a bit resentful perhaps of the intrusion into this semi-private moment between herself and her mentor, but then thought better of it and nodded. "I know Wolvie, he'll hate himself if he hurts me no matter how much I ask for it, and hell this wasn't really an exclusive one on one event to begin with anyhow, huh? Ok, lend me your experience and I'll share you mine."
Psylocke just nodded, and handed over a bottle of lube. This was going to be a hell of a good time.
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It had taken quite some time for Yuriko to get an answer to her question about her required missions, because her hostess and savior had answered her "What must I do?" question with another question, eyes shining mischeviously and suggestively.
"What do you -want- to do?"
Yuriko had answered that question with an action, a sudden and intense kiss that she poured her heart and soul into, and it had led them to Spiral's bed where she could express all her gratitude and admiration for the woman who had given her new life in the most delightful way. A celebration of life, in a very real way, in the form of making love.
And so it was that they spent a wonderfully long time engaged in one another, and afterwards Yuriko had slept in two sets of loving arms and awoke in the morning to make love to her yet again before they showered, had breakfast, and finally got down to business. And even then she didn't get a direct answer to her question right away, as Spiral urged her to get dressed and follow, smiling as she teased.
"I have something to show you."
That had led to another room in the hospital-like lab facility where she had awoken, and through the observation glass she saw another bed like the one she had been on, and another woman lying there naked and beautiful. Monitor screens above her bed read out vital signs and other information in a language Yuriko did not recognize, though the woman had no wires or tubes hooked to her. It was rather like the diagnostic beds she had seen Doctor McCoy use on the American science fiction program Star Trek, another example of the beyond human technology Spiral held at her command. That curiosity was but momentary, however, as Yuriko's eyes were drawn once more to the lithe and shapely form of the woman on the bed, and when she shifted in her sleep to flash a momentary view of her womanhood between creamy thighs, Yuriko could not help but gasp in rapture. She then blushed, realizing she was staring much too openly and enjoying what she saw far too much, especially in the presence of another woman with whom she'd just shared a night and morning of exquisite sexual bliss.
Instead of being angry or reacting in jealousy, however, Spiral merely chuckled and softly teased her.
"Yes, she does inspire that sort of reaction doesn't she? She was already a stunner even when she was dragged in here mostly dead and beat to hell, now with my work to restore and enhance her she is truly mangificent. I'll take your reaction as a compliment to my handiwork.":
Yuriko nodded, grateful to have been let off the hook, and then changed the subject as she tried to avert her eyes from the naked beauty with only partial success.
"Who is she?"
Spiral smiled. "That's kind of a two part question. I'm not really sure who she was, she was in a coma so deep she was presumed dead when given over to me and expected to be used as cloning seed. What little I know is she was involved in some sort of mutant terrorist conspiracy, but the details weren't given to me. I have a few pictures and a bit of surveillance video and a few vague sentences and that's about it. In the end I suppose it matters little... she suffered pretty extensive brain damage in her ordeal, she had been buried in rubble for days before they pulled her out and sent her to me. She'll never get her memories back, too much of her original brain was destroyed to ever recover that information. So for all intents and purposes, she's a new person with a clean slate. Where I ressurected you and restored your life, for her I could only give rebirth and a new life unconnected to the old."
Yuriko nodded and said softly in praise. "Still a miracle... you truly are an angel."
Spiral chuckled. "Careful, flattery will get you everywhere... again... and then we'll have to wait that much longer to get to business."
It was Yuriko's turn to chuckle and tease. "I must say I am tempted. However, I will be patient if you prefer."
Spiral smiled warmly. "Good girl. So as I was saying... her old life is gone and now she's a new person. She is Nyanko now. And she'll be your partner on your upcoming missions."
Yuriko blinked. "You named her 'meow'...? Why?"
Spiral looked at her curiously for a moment, then shrugged. "Part of her upgrade is catgirl components, including partially phased ears and tail that can be manifested to mortal eyes at will. I would have thought you could see them, but maybe I'll need to adjust your visual processors."
The Japanese cyborg shrugged. "I can see them, actually, but still, naming her 'meow-girl' is rather odd and will stand out to anyone who speaks Nihongo."
Spiral chuckled softly. "Well she'll be using aliases in the field, Nyanko is just her codename. And it is a fitting one... her cyborg body gives her the expected capabilities of the catgirl, including a wicked set of claws, but her real mutant power is her voice. Like a feline siren. If you think she's impressive now, asleep and silent, just wait until you see her in action."
Yuriko nodded and smiled. "I can't wait."
Spiral grinned. "That's the spirit. Ready for your mission briefing?"
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Kat Pryde couldn't believe what she was feeling. Even with Psylocke's psionic assistance, it was damned hard getting Logan's thick shaft pushed up her pulsing, clenching little ass and now that he had, she felt overstuffed near to bursting. Like her anal ring muscle was overstretched to the point it might tear, and for all the world it felt like he was so deep in her that he was pushed not merely into the depths of her rectum filling her bowels but indeed all the way up into her middle, into her very gut itself. She knew that was impossible, no penis was that long and even if it was it couldn't push up that far. There simply was no path for it to go. That didn't change the feeling she had of being so very full, and the intensity of it described easy description. So did the intimacy of it, he was the same size in either hole but this way -felt- so much deeper, like he wasn't merely in her lower quarters but in the very center of her body. Even as she tried so hard to relax, and Psylocke psychically urged her nerves and muscles to calm, it threatened to overwhelm her. This was sex on an entirely different level than anything she'd known.
Still, there was no way she was going to back out now and she intended to see this through to the finish. Despite not knowing quite how she'd handle him not merely being inside her but actually, actively fucking her, she waited only the minimum amount of time for her anal-rectal spasms to cease before she told him to go ahead and start, but for gods sake go slow! To his credit, he resisted the immense pleasure he was recieving from her incredibly tight sphincter and softly gripping bowels to do as she asked, moving about as slow and gentle as it would be physically possible to do. He'd cut himself with his own claws and bleed out on the floor before ever hurting her deliberately. She wasn't his woman, never would be, but he loved her no less. And never more than in this moment, welded together in incredible intimacy. He would do whatever it took not to ruin this most amazing experience for either of them.
Locked in the grip of such overwhelming pleasure that was the grip of her perfect ass, Logan had no idea how he'd hold out against his climax until she achieved hers, but he would not fail to do so. He swore he would not ruin this experience and he meant it. He just prayed silently to gods he didn't believe in that Psylocke's telepathic help and Jubilee's tongue could do the job of hastening her orgasm enough, because even his will could only hold out so long. He would blast his essence into her deepest bowels, that much was inevitable. If his will held, she would be screaming out her own peak first, her ass milking him as he finished deep inside her.
All he had to do was somehow resist the most amazing feeling on earth.
Nearby, Jean Grey couldn't resist eavesdropping on the fascinating scene between her part-time boyfriend / friend with benefits and his student, and she also couldn't help but chuckle a bit at Psylocke's hyperbole. Despite her description, and despite her wonderful assistance in learning how, Jean wasn't exactly "assfucking like a pro" though she could understand why Psylocke would want to exaggerate to help Kat's confidence. Indeed, since that night at Jane's welcoming party (the events of which had eventually led them here), Jean had done it a few more times, always needing to take her time to warm up and her partner had to be slow and gentle with her throughout. She couldn't imagine just taking it in one easy push the way teammates like Angelica or Illyana or even Psylocke herself could, though then again they had years of experience that she lacked. Maybe years of practice could unlock that ability for herself, maybe she'd never reach that point, who knew? Regardless, she was nobody's idea of an expert and she didn't mind the fact. She was happy enough with it being something she did on occasion, something a little extra special, and she rather liked that it was not routine. It was nice to have something above and beyond to save for when the time was right. A little extra patience and effort needed to make it happen was worth it in her mind.
Case in point, Alex had been warming her up with his fingers for some time before his own crack at buttfucking her, almost from the time she brought up the idea. Talking him into any of this had been even more a challenge than working him into her ass would be, but it was worth it in both cases. After he had finished with the blonde Hellfire girl, Jean had psychically invited him and he had flat out refused, saying he had no intention of reopening old wounds with Madelyne or indulging in drama by fucking his brother's ex-wife. She'd had to cajole him gently, making the case that he and Madelyne needed closure and forgiveness, lest their bitterness at how they'd ended last forever, and for he and Jean they could use to get the whole damned thing out of their system considering they'd be working together and their history would bring up the idea of sex between them whether either of them liked it or not. It was better, she proposed, to just get it out of the way now and have it no longer an issue. That way, they'd have done it and the unresolved idea of it settled. Whether they chose to ever do it again was something to decide later, but it wouldn't be hanging over their head like forbidden fruit any longer. To her satisfaction, he had come around to her point of view once she'd put it to him logically, and that had led to quite the good time had by all that would soon culminate in the assfucking about to begin. It could be said that it worked out just fine in the end, and would work out well in her end as well.
In particular the first sex with Madelyne had been an intense and beautiful thing and she felt priviledged to witness it, and proud to have helped bring it about. The two of them had ended so horribly, and left wounds in them so deep, and it really was a redemptive experience for them both. That whole time and situation had been nothing but hell, they deserved a small slice of heaven to wash away the bitter taste of brimstone and ashes. Even as they worked past their hesitation and the barrier of their mutual wounds, and talked it out psionically as they began to make love, the tension in them faded and the ill feelings tied to the horrid memories began to be let go, to wash away into the past. The scars would always remain, but the wounds could begin to heal. After their shared orgasm, melded together as one, they both had a good cleansing cry held tight to one another as they released all that poison and let it drain from them. It was an act of healing.
Afterwards, the heavy pall that had hung between the three had faded like the dark clouds after a storm, and the time afterwards was of a much lighter and more sunny disposition. They had had fun in a free and easy manner since, with the segue from having Madelyne a second time to enjoying Jean as well flowing smoothly and then the three of them continuing on to combine happily in as many configurations as they could think of to enjoy. And when he had finally finished in her the first time, with her own orgasm quickly rising to match, it was like a weight had been lifted. She'd been right, the sexual Sword of Damocles had been hanging over their heads and now the thread had been safely cut with no one harmed. And so, it had led to the idea of finishing it with a crescendo uncommon to them both.
It wasn't merely that Alex would get her in a way Scott never did, it was also something he'd never experienced with Madelyne either. The then Goblin Queen had had her own experience with demonic sodomy and unlike Illyana had decidedly -not- learned to like it, quite the opposite in fact. She had no intention of ever feeling a male intrusion into her rear plumbing again, and even if she one day changed her mind it would not be anytime soon. The most she would consider was to psychically dabble in sharing Jean's experience to get a taste of what it might be like to enjoy it in a much more positive sort of encounter than what she had been subjected to, but that was all and even that only in a very limited way. Her own ass was off limits, and would stay that way for the forseeable future.
That agreed to readily, they had continued their play and included warmup activities to ready Jean's ass for penetration, and eventually both were lubed and she was as ready as she would ever be. Without Psylocke to assist her, busy as the purple-haired telepath was with helping Kat with her first anal experience with the Wolverine, it would be a slow process that would take a fair amount of gentle patience from her male partner to get them coupled together without causing her undue discomfort. Even with what practice she had, a little pain and difficulty in the early going was inevitable, but they could with patience and effort keep that to a minimum. And once the hard part was over and she was fully relaxed and accepting of him in the depths of her rear channel, the pleasure they would feel would be more than worth it. They would experience and share the exquisite experience of anal fucking, and at it's peak he would come deep into her most private inner workings, buttpumping her and spraying her internal tubing full of his orgasmic release, and with just a little luck and help from Madelyne stimulating her feminine center she would be joining him in ecstatic climactic bliss.
it was a pleasure they both were anticipating with eagerness even as the head of his shaft pushed hard and firm against her resisting sphincter, and with steady pressure it finally opened to allow the head and first inch of his shaft to sink inside as his cock began the slow journey to full insertion in her impossibly tight bottom. Both were overwhelmed by the myriad sensations and the intensely arousing idea that yes, he was fucking her up the ass and the buttfucking was only beginning. It was to be a sexual tour de force that would surely be their final one of the evening, a fitting and literal climax to one hell of a night for all three of them.
The afterglow and the sleep of the well and happily fucked to come afterwards would be nearly as sweet or maybe even sweeter than the passionate intercourse leading up to it, and would be well earned. The time she promised Madelyne with Logan and his clones would have to wait, none of them would be getting to that tonight. That was alright, a rain check would do just fine. Especially as it meant they would have more to look forward to, a future that would build on the amazing experience of the present. When the time came and she fell asleep in two sets of warm arms, filled with cum and flooded with bliss, it would give her something to dream about.
In the meantime, she was going to thoroughly enjoy getting thorougly fucked in her tight and lushly perfect ass.
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Once they got down to business, Spiral was cool and efficient as they come. She wasn't considered one of the best, an elite in her field, for nothing.
In fact it turned out that she had a powerpoint presentation prepared, complete with pictures and video footage of their target.
"His name is Kevin Eric Masterson, son of Eric Kevin Masterson --yeah, lot of creativity there I know. Twenty years ago, the elder Masterson had a brief career as a poor man's Thor, even sharing bodies with the Asgardian for a time in a way that they assure me is not as gay as it sounds. After they were separated, Masterson recieved a mystic gift from Odin in the form of a magic weapon and powers of his own as the hero Thunderstrike. He was an Avenger for about five minutes somewhere along the line, and ended up sacrificing himself to eliminate a mystic threat from another Asgardian artifact called the Bloodaxe. Today, the younger Masterson has inherited the weapon and it's powers, though at a lower level than his father, and revived the identity. He's now a local hero, and we've been subcontracted by the Hand to capture him."
As she spoke, various images of the father in his day and the son in more recent times displayed on the screen, some containing reports and estimates of powers and capabilities. One thing Yuriko was sure of, she was glad they were facing the son instead of the father as the elder Thunderstrike was far closer to Thor's power league. As it was, the son was no pushover with his Class 10 strength and mystic weaponry and Yuriko was a bit concerned. This was compounded when she saw a video of him in action, facing down a small assemblage of local toughs.
It began with the hero challenging them to surrender, and them laughing at them even as he pulled out a short leather wrapped stick about the size of a jo staff. They stopped laughing as it lengthened and the two ends sprouted deadly weapons, one side a triangular mace head and the other a double sided set of hand axe blades. The resulting weapon was a bit like a Vulcan Lirpa from the Star Trek series, a deadly polearm sharp on one end and bluntly weighted on the other, a configuration not entirely uncommon in medieval weapons in both eastern and western history. As she watched, the staff split down the middle and separated into two halves, with a chain between them. As one of the toughs, probably the largest among them, decided to call what he thought was a bluff and point his gun at the hero, the weapon displayed yet another configuration.
Separating yet again, the mace section broke off as he hurled it, chain trailing behind as it slammed the thug in the chest so hard it knocked him from his feet and carried him into the brick wall some yards behind him. Even as he was struck, he squeezed off a shot that echoed off the alley walls, and Thunderstrike only glared as blood began to trickle from the side of his forehead. As the chain retracted and the hammerhead pulled back to rejoin the main weapon, he lifted fingertips to the wound and touched the blood drip, looking at it and then staring down the remaining group as they looked stunned. He didn't fall, and the direct bullet strike to the head seemed to do barely more than nick his skin and piss him off.
And then, much as the mace end had detached, the axe side split into two leaving a handle in his right hand and the axe section on a chain as he began to whirl it in a deadly arc. Walking forward with the spinning axe on a chain making a sawlike circle through the air, they cried out in startled shock as the blade encountered and cut through a thick steel fire escape post like it was made of paper mache, striking sparks as it severed the steel without even slowing down.
That was all the encouragement they needed to lay down their arms and surrender, and even as the clip ended Yuriko was wondering if that wasn't the wise course of action for even one of her capabilities.
"Are you sure we can take him? Or are you going with us to make sure we can?"
Spiral smiled. "I'm sure you could find a way, but you're right it would be risky. Fortunately, there is an easier way."
Yuriko was glad of that, even as a subsequent clip showed another capability of the weapon as the footage showed him standing over a group of defeated foes, and one thought downed rising to try a sneak attack. Casually, the warrior pressed the weapon's handle end to the would-be attacker's chest and there was a flash of blue-whte lightninglike arcs as the target crumpled like a rag doll. Great, to top it all it could electrocute foes like a tazer. The more she saw of what the weapon, and by extension it's wielder could do the less she wanted to face him in battle without a trump card to play.
Spiral continued to smile as the next clip showed the same man, without his Thunderstrike gear and looking just different enough that Yurkio wouldn't recognize him had the context not clued her in to the shared identity. 'He was on stage at some form of small arena or bar, playing a battleaxe-shaped guitar and performing some form of screaming heavy metal music. Yuriko wasn't sure why Spiral would subject her to this until the screen changed to show surveillance footage of him after the show, backstage and escorting a pair of attractive women to his dressing room. So that was the plan...
The multi-armed angel of battle grinned. "Yes, you comprehend. By posing as groupies, you can get close and catch him off guard. In fact, Nyanko can deliver a sleeping toxin to him if they engage in sex, I have the spell prepared. You can watch or join in if you like, or you can attempt to subdue him once you have him off guard and vulnerable. I would reccomend the former tactic though, it has the highest odds of success. In fact, done right your chances are near a hundred percent."
Yuriko frowned. "I was a samurai, not a kunoichi. I fought with honor, not assassinated unsuspecting men and certainly not by using sex as my weapon."
Spiral nodded. "I know. Your participation in any sex is fully optional. Nyanko was a ...lady of the service industry shall we say in her past life and has no objection now to fulfilling the task herself. So, if you're so inclined you can enjoy him or her or both before she knocks him out but you don't have to. The opportunity for fun is merely there as a fringe benefit to the job."
The former samurai absorbed this. "I... see. Then if she can do the job herself, what am I there for?"
Spiral smiled. "Just in case the spell or the approach fail. I think two of you have a much better chance of getting back alive than one, if it comes to that, and I'd hate to lose her. Consider your presence an insurance policy. She's the agent, you're her escort. I expect you to protect her if things go wrong."
Again Yuriko pondered this. "I see no flaw in your reasoning... still I can't say I'm entirely comfortable with it."
Spiral's grin was like that of the proverbial canary-eating cat. "I can sweeten the deal. What if I told you your second mission could be considered a special bonus, just for you? If you're not thrilled with this one, the next one will surely make up for it."
The image on the screen as she delivered the words was a familiar one, one that filled her with intense emotion mostly negative but a little bit mixed. A man with whom she'd had a lifelong emnity but also a grudging respect and scarcely-admitted attraction. The man who had killed her.
"You're offering me revenge against the Wolverine?"
The responding nod was cut by a shrug. "Yes and no? You don't get to kill him, merely capture him. The Hand gave me both missions to give to you, and after they're completed you are free of any obligation to them for their part in retrieving you and sending you to me. From there, you can go your own way if you like, but I'd really like if you stay with me and Nyanko. I think the three of us can make a wonderful ...team."
The sexual implications practically dripped from her words, and Yuriko was more than just a little tempted. Still, her questions were not fully settled.
"So the Hand is more involved in this than merely offering a contract... what's their angle in all of this? Are they simply working for hire themselves or do you think they have ulterior motives of their own?"
Spiral shrugged. "Well if I had to guess, we're capturing Masterson for Loki to use as bait against Thor and the Hand wants Wolverine themselves regardless of what they claim about any contract. But that's just my idle speculation. For all I know some shadowy conspiracy has targeted them and a whole bunch of others in a bid for world domination using mutant bunny kittens fired from an orbital cannon. It's not really our place to ask questions."
Yuriko chuckled and nodded at the humorous imagery. Spiral did have a way with words.
"Alright... I'm in. For both missions for certain, and afterwards... I make no guarantees but I'm reasonably certain my answer will be a most enthusiastic yes."
Spiral smiled and wrapped her in two sets of warm and strong arms. "Yes... my very favorite answer. We'll get started in the morning, then. Tonight... we will celebrate what I am certain is the beginning of a most beautiful friendship."
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Psylocke's cursory, casual surface scan of the paired Cloak and Dagger of course didn't reveal half of the truth of them. They were indeed not quite a couple, and not quite halves of the same person in the way the Feral twin clones of Wolverine were, but nonetheless they were closer than lovers or family and quite literally part of the same entity. They had hardly known one another at all when they were thrown together in the experiment that gave them their powers, but since then they were linked on a level beyond the merely psychic. Their abilities, whether you wished to class them as mutant triggered by the drugs they had been subjected to or whatever else, had a mystic component to them. They were living links to sentient pocket dimensions, one of light and one of dark, essential pools of life and anti-life that served some fundamental function in the cycle of life itself. Their essential selves, their very souls, were merged with these realms and those realms were in fact but two sides of the same essential coin. Yin and yang they were, and neither could function without the other. Their human minds and personalities had no choice but to adapt to their new reality as more than simply superhuman but in fact a strange form of demigod with a metaphysical aspect that bound them to one another inextricably.
This was something Dagger understood more readily than Cloak did. She had already cast off the role and social expectations of her race and class when she fled from her family, but others still saw her as the rich pretty blonde with the black man from the streets and saw an inherent inequality between them. Cloak himself could not fully get past it, never truly seeing himself as good enough for her, and had tried to leave her more than once for her benefit. She wouldn't live without him even if she could, and one day she hoped to fully move him past his insecurities and get him to see himself as she did --her other half, her soulmate. Neither of them had asked for it to be so, but it was and that was that. If asked, she would point out that rich daughter of high class Tandy Bowen had died in a forced drug overdose when she was a teenager. She was Dagger now, and there was no Dagger without Cloak. She needed him every bit as much as he needed her.
Cloak didn't see it that way. He saw himself as a devil feeding on an angel, not understanding that they were truly symbiotic. She needed the release of power, lest it build up and drive her mad. She found purpose and comfort in her link to him, strength from their closeness, and protection in his strong arms. He was her dark knight, and the void in him her sanctuary. It calmed her, made her feel protected and fulfilled. Only together with him was she truly complete. One day, she swore she would find a way to make him truly understand.
Still, they had a long way to go and their list of issues were not his alone. He had his inferiority complex, and she her religious guilt. At heart she was still a Catholic girl, and while she had no issue with loving a black man she felt wrong taking physical pleasure at all and especially so when they were unmarried. She knew the hypocrisy of the Church and the gaps and flaws in it's metaphysical narrative, and had serious doubts as to whether rules designed for mortal humans even applied to them anymore anyhow, but getting over her indoctrination was easier said than done. Between the two, a nicely tangled clusterfuck of baggage and hangups they were, and slowly they worked through them together. With their past, they could spend the next hundred years in therapy still working it out. With their lack of aging through their merging with eternal forces, they might do pretty much exactly that. Their therapy came from one another. And right now, it was time for a little sexual healing.
It had taken some a long time to get this far in their physical relationship, and there were still limits. Even now he still hated to ask, and he still worried she was giving him sympathy when she initiated. It had in fact began that way, as his desire was stronger than hers in the beginning and his need greater. She never minded taking care of his needs, though, liking the feeling of being needed and adored and growing to enjoy it herself more than she was able to admit. It had begun with letting him touch her, and rub himself against her while they slept, and eventually to her assisting him in release with her hands and later her mouth. At first she would only let him touch her for his own enjoyment, not feeling comfortable with enjoying sexual pleasure herself and rationalizing their activities in terms of helping another human being and enhancing their effectiveness in battle by releasing his sexual tension and preventing it from causing a potentially deadly distraction. She'd maintained that pretense too long and it had hurt their relationship, reinforcing his belief that the benefits of their partnership were a one way street.
She'd learned from that mistake since then, and opened up to him more. And eventually what they were doing grew too little to truly satisfy either of them, even after she began letting him pleasure her in return for what she gave him, and she allowed things to progress to the next level and they had begun to truly make love. Even then, though, she would not allow him deflower her. Even now, that was a line she was not ready to cross. So long as she kept to that, she could preserve a pretense of chastity to any priest's questioning and the illusion in her mind that she was still following at least some tortured interpretation of the rules. Yes, it was a bizarre technicality and one borne of twisted rationalization, but in her mind it was a lesser sin and preserved the illusion she maintained. Sodomy was not intercourse, she was still a virgin by strict definition. And even if that was no longer as important to her as it once was, she still kept to the rules she'd set. She wasn't ready to let go of them entirely, and she knew she wasn't the only Catholic girl exploiting that particular loophole.
And so there they were, in the middle of what could only be described as a Roman orgy, with him "exploiting her loophole" as she liked to put it. She hadn't always enjoyed it, let alone really liked it, but she was enjoying it now. Especially in positions like the one they were in now, with her sat in his lap with her back to him so he could put his hands to such wonderful effect. The man had fingers like a musician and he could play her body like an instrument. He'd already brought her to one orgasm before he even pushed inside her with those fingers and his tongue, and a second one by "letting his fingers do the walking" as he pumped inside her and she rode his thick cock so deep in her ass. Now it was his turn, his hands on her sides helping his thrusts and her thighs spread wide for him as they rode the stairway to sexual heaven together. She usually couldn't come from penetration alone, but she didn't care, he'd earned his pleasure and she was happy to do her part. It made her feel good to hear him roar his climactic release, feel him twitch and spurt inside her, and the afterglow of their union when it felt like the world was just the two of them, she the sun and he the moon alone in floating, perfect bliss.
They were so close when another feeling startled her so that she stopped moving and threw off the rhythm they'd established together. She'd had her head thrown back, lost in the moment, and so she never saw it coming and indeed needed a moment or two to realize exactly what was happening. Her lust addled mind was just a step behind in comprehending that no, that couldn't be Cloak's tongue on and in her center, he was behind and inside her, so what the hell?! Looking down, she blearily recognized with stunned eyes that someone else entirely was down on her.
Cloak was not oblivious to the interruption or the startled sound she made, and asked her concernedly. "What's wrong, babe?"
Dagger wasn't sure just how to respond, rather stunned at the unexpected situation, and just said simply. "There's a blonde girl licking me out. What should I do?"
Cloak sounded even more confused and unsure than she was, though his blood wasn't exactly centered in his brain at the moment so it was understandable. "Umm, go with it I guess? I don't know..."
Dagger pondered that for long moments. She understood that Cloak was in "dammit I was almost there!" mode and just trying to make the interruption go away, but he had something of a point. They were in the middle of an orgy, not alone in their room, and it was hard to know just what socially expected of them. Neither of them had quite sorted out how to adapt to their new home as it was, the first permanent one they'd known since they first hit the streets, and didn't have the first clue what the rules and customs were of an event like this. The hedonism of the Club was foreign to them both, having spent so much time in Catholic shelters and sanctuaries and living in the shadow of strict religious rules, but there was a protocol to the pleasure-seeking that the pair hadn't at all gotten the hang of understanding. What they were sure of was that they didn't want to offend their hosts and mess up what had been a very good thing they had going. And so, Dagger was hesitant to object.
Besides that, and the fact that it would be damned rude to react badly to the very nice thing the other woman was trying to do for her, another thing kept Dagger from pushing her away. No, she'd never allowed herself to openly fantasize about other women before, the very idea being a sin utterly forbidden to contemplate, but damn it felt good! The longer she hesitated in putting a stop to it, the less she wanted to. It would be so much easier to just relax and let it happen, and go back to riding Cloak and giving him the orgasm he so thoroughly had earned. Hell, with the help of the oral attentions she was receiving she would probably join him in it. Third time would definitely be quite a charm...
In the end she decided by not deciding, taking the path of least resistance. And it had paid off, that orgasm she had anticipated being even stronger than she dared imagine, overwhelming her senses and leaving her drained and wracked with aftershocks even as she felt Cloak still giving his last trickling afterspasms in her well fucked ass. To call it incredible would be an understatement, and Dagger was glad she hadn't caused a scene and prevented something that had turned out very well.
Even as she was still recovering her senses, she was surprised by the woman moving to straddle her lap and kiss her deeply. Dagger was stunned, and had no idea how to react and so kissed back tentatively and nervously, again not wanting to offend this woman and surprised by her own reaction. She found it far less objectionable than she expected, and wasn't sure how to respond to that either. As her mind reeled, the woman leaned back a little and gave her a mischevious smile.
"Tastes pretty good, doesn't it?"
Dagger's mouth dropped open as the question assaulted her. Without even meaning to, she sniffed of the scent left on her face from the other woman, the scent of her own woman wet, and licked her lips a bit in unconscious curiosity. After long moments, she had to admit that it wasn't bad at all.
The other blonde grinned. "Ever been curious about what another woman is like? Want to find out?"
Dagger froze. The suggestion was more than simply sitting back and letting another woman touch her. It was actual, active lesbian contact. A mortal sin.
Or was it...? The bible spoke mostly of spilling seed --a sin she and Cloak practiced regularly-- and condemned male to male relationships loudly while hardly mentioning those between women at all. And well, if oral sex wasn't technically sex... Suddenly she realized she was rationalizing, just as she had when she wriggled her way through the rules to justify what she did with Cloak. Things she wanted to do anyhow, and never wanted to admit. That meant... yes part of her at least wanted to try. At the very minimum she was curious, and the thought was a turn on. If her own juices were good, what must someone else's be like? Would it be the same, different, better? Now she wanted to know.
Of course, the desire to know the forbidden was what had gotten Adam and Eve into trouble, but it was a bit late to worry about that now. She'd already crossed the line with Cloak years ago, and even being here and doing what they'd done was a form of fornication. If she was damned and a sinner, so be it. It wasn't as if she had to worry about Hell all that much anyhow. She already knew she wasn't mortal anymore and if and when she died she would become one with the Light that burned in her.
Even as she thought about it, she felt herself getting wetter and her nipples grow firm as her post-orgasmic haze faded and her sexual desire reawakened. She wasn't merely curious, not merely concerned about offending the woman by turning her down. She wanted this. God help her, she wanted it.
Locking eyes with the softly smiling girl who patiently awaited her answer, she gave it in actions instead of words. This time the kiss was initiated by her, passionate and full of desire. The other woman responded enthusiastically, and when the kiss finally broke she gave a warm smile.
"I'm Sophie, it's good to meet you. Now let's have some fun."
Even as the beautiful blonde laid back to put her perfect body and enticing womanly treasures on display, spreading wide to show delightful golden-trimmed pink, Dagger knew she wouldn't say no to anything. She would kiss and lick and touch and taste this other woman, and would let her pleasure her again, and she would let Cloak watch and would put her own ass on display for him so he could take her again while she indulged. And if Cloak could get it up one more time... yes, she'd let him enjoy Sophie too if the other woman allowed it. Cloak never got to feel a woman from the inside in the natural way, or indulge in any of the natural fantasies a man his age would surely have about other women. He was good to her, and she had no doubt he'd remain devoted to her no matter how much he fucked and enjoyed this other blonde. She wondered if Cloak was as curious about the taste of another woman as Dagger herself was, and she knew he was curious as to what it must be like to penetrate and fill a woman vaginally.
If Dagger got her way, he'd find out. And all three of them would enjoy every minute of it.
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Yuriko was glad she'd agreed to the mission, and even more glad she'd decided to go with the flow of events as Nyanko seduced the target with amazing grace and skill. Watching her cut through the crowd like a knife, using her subsonic purr to command attention from both stunned onlookers and her equally smitten chosen mate was a pleasure on it's own, like watching poetry in motion. Even without her power she would be utterly enrapturing just with how she looked and moved and by her inherent charisma, but with the superhuman effects of her mutant ability the display was superlative. Yuriko's biggest challenge was not to melt on the spot just watching her, and to delay indulging in her until after they'd gotten their male partner to be alone. As to that male partner, he was more than attractive and charismatic enough in his own right to convince Yuriko to enjoy him as well as her, and to say a good time was had by all would be an understatement.
Still, all good things must come to an end, and eventually the time came where Nyanko unleashed the spell that Spiral had imbued into her and sent him into a slumber sure to be filled with pleasant dreams. Yuriko was sorry it was over, to tell the truth, but duty often required difficult things. At least they had more good things to look forward to when they reported back to Spiral with their successful capture and report of mission accomplished.
This was indeed going to be the beginning of something beautiful.
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Over the New Orleans skyline, dawn brought another symbol of new beginnings and joyous warmth and light than merely the rising sun. As the sun broke above the horizon, blazing it's light across the sky and painting it with glorous color, a second brilliance joined it for long and stunning moments.
Rising like an eruption of pure, passionate flame, the fiery image of the Phoenix spread it's wings over the city and it's cry echoed like the song of life itself. A cry matched far below by that of a certain redheaded scion of Her eternal force, pouring out a shriek of pure ecstacy beyond mortal comprehension as she and it fed her pleasure to the overwhelmed and welcoming dark void inside the eternal vampiress with whom she shared a mating like few others in human history. An epic joining of opposite forces beyond mortal ken.
The ragged, bliss filled exhaustion that claimed their merely superhuman hosts in the wake of the intercourse of energies would claim them in a sleep that would last them well beyond the next dawn and satisfy them both long thereafter.
It was a fitting symbol of a transcendent joining and bright, sleepy new dawn for them all.
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[Replies to reviewers below]MF22: I'm glad you're enjoying the story despite the concerns you have. I can offer some explanation though if it helps.One, Scott / Emma. As you might be aware, writer Grant Morrison decided to kill off Jean (again), have Scott cheat with Emma, and make him her bitch. I've exaggerated the phenomenon to a degree, but it is in large part present in my story as a criticism of Morrison's choices with the characters. I chose to satirize and mock it rather than fix it as I have many other things I feel to be suboptimal in canon because it serves my story to have conflict within and between the X-groups. Even if I never have them come into direct combat, which I may or may not do, the conflict both in personal feelings and operating philosophies / alliances generates a lot of story potential. This most recent set of chapters where Storm and Kat's group aligns with Selene's branch of Hellfire in opposition and counterweight to Scott's sublimation to Frost's own branch of Hellfire is a key case in point. Conflict makes for good drama, so I took Morrison's plot point that I hated and built something out of it.
Two, Thor and Avalanche. Perhaps I wasn't quite clear enough, and perhaps I relied just a bit too much on the reader being familiar with the source material Avalanche and Shinra come from, but make no mistake: Aeris's group of so-called "terrorists" are the good guys. Just as the Rebel Alliance in Star Wars is considered a bunch of treasonous scum by the evil Empire, Avalanche are called eco-terrorists by the evil corporation Shinra but both groups are actually heroic. Thor condemned Shinra and allied with Avalanche after Aeris showed him mentally what they were doing to Gaia (Thor's mother and a very real Elder Goddess in the Marvel Universe), and Iron Man also condemned them and brought down the full weight of SHIELD's legal authority onto them once he was shown records of their numerous crimes. He also used SHIELD's legal authority to exonerate Avalanche of any crimes committed in their war against Shinra and have them retroactively declared (and Registered as) heroes. Once Shinra's corruption was exposed, their claims of Avalanche committing terrorism were exposed as lies.
Redsliver: I'm sorry things like making Barret and Sephiroth into Baretta and Sephia bother you so much, I can't promise everything I like and consider a good idea is going to work for everyone. I'm weird and I know it, and I make absolutely no pretense about rewriting canon as I see fit. Surely some things you can't stand are adored by others, and things you love rub someone else completely the wrong way. All I can do is write the things that I feel, and hope the audience finds more they enjoy and agree with than otherwise. You're still reading, so I'm doing something right. I just hope the good continues to outweigh the bad for you and others who are my audience. To that end, I can only do my best.Thank you both for the feedback and I hope the replies help![=^.^=]
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