Bab 94: Storm Breaker
I am almost certain that Jean is obsessed with me and Jack because of our descent from Ormagoden. Like the Phoenix that is repressed inside her, Ormagoden is a creature of fire, destruction, and life. In a case of like reaching out to like, we all possessed an intense attraction towards each other that we didn't fight.
While most of the X-Teens were put off by the suddenness of our new relationship, no doubt whipped up at every opportunity by Captain Lasers, free love Professor X was very supportive of it. Young people exploring their boundaries is the spirit of High School, he said.
When we finally attended this American High School that was supposed to grind down our rough edges and see us become working members of society it was already finals week. We attended two half day sessions at the school and breezed through a few exams that would serve as the entirety of our grade for the semester. The response to us was as negative as expected, but far different from what would have happened in a normal X-Men romp.
I had determined one key difference in the absence of Sublime. For the uninitiated, Sublime is a microscopic parasite hivemind that has infected the entire human population except those with the X-Gene who are immune to it. Because of this Sublime makes all baseline humans hate X-Gene mutants to greater and lesser extent based on plot necessity. Basically Sublime is a McGuffin used to reset any progress the X-Men should make via their heroism.
Without Sublime gunking up the works, Charles Xavier has already won most of the battle for mutant civil rights, having gotten anti-discrimination laws passed federally after decades of campaigning. He was the Mutant Martin Luthur King Jr. to Magneto's Eldridge Cleaver.
During this time period Kurt Wagner and Rogue got into some Mystique related shenanigans but Team Eat'em wasn't invited to participate for obvious reasons.
We didn't actually do much with the X-Men - as they refused to train with us and honestly the danger room isn't advanced enough to test us - until we were hanging out in the backyard of the mansion and got attacked by teenaged versions of Burner, Lifter, Peepers, Shocker, and Slither. If you aren't impressed by that line up you're in good company as we weren't either.
"Nice." I barked when a silver orb came down to take me up to Asteroid M.
"Let Jean out of the cryo tube." I told Magneto, "Should probably keep Storm in there, but Jean will be cool with us here."
"You believe that you can keep the psychic in line?" Erik Lehnsherr asked in his neat bad guy uniform.
"Wouldn't have recommended it if I didn't think I could." I answered.
"Very well." Eric agreed and let the girl rapidly thaw out.
"Grunt?" Jean sighed, "What's going on?"
"I'd tell you to chill, but we just thawed you out." I told her, "Xavier's pal Magneto has got an offer to buff our mutant powers with a device he has made. I am taking the opportunity and so are Jack, Kat, and Linda. For you… eh… maybe. Side effects haven't been tested much yet so I suggest you put it off till we have had time to observe all the results."
I fixed an eye onto Mags and he nodded his head in understanding.
After everyone assembled, Jack and I hit the machine first. I felt the powers we took from Sabretooth maximize, but other than that no changes. If it had maxed out all the power we'd taken over the years that would have been sweet.
Linda and Kat got far more power proportionally out of this shebang than we did by the virtue of Sabretooth's powers making up proportionally more of their overall strength than ours. The Summer's brothers were the first people to experience side effects since Sabretooth himself had been on the run since our encounter and thus wasn't here. They came out of the chamber buffed up with bone white hair and apparently completely stripped of emotion. The smugly superior smirks on their faces made lie of that which means that Scott and Alex are just assholes high on a power trip for what comes next.
Alarms blared and Magneto ordered the pair to defend Asteroid M from the approaching X-copter. They botched it and Jean had to pull them away from the crashing vehicle. After that everyone was kung fu fighting as the X-Men and the Brotherhood beefed it out. Scott got a very stern talking to from Jean which didn't seem to have much of a reaction aside from letting him know what a knob he was being.
In the end he and his brother blew their Cyttorak loads before it settled by blasting Asteroid M with their full power, reverting them from their Chad enhanced forms right back to their virgin teenager forms and everything went back to normal like the Cauldron never happened. Except for me and my battle harem. We got to keep the powerup till it fully set because none of the fighting was even close to making us expend effort.
Over the summer, the number of teens living at the X-Mansion increased, but despite the growth of the team the local chapter of the Brotherhood was undeterred to start shit once the school year kicked off. They ended up launching a terrorist attack on a local soccer game. After getting their asses kicked Xavier wiped all the minds of the civics so that the power of High School could correct the anti-social behavior of the teens.
Soon after, Jean's power started spiking up, causing her to unleash her psychic powers uncontrollably in the middle of the mansion. It was fun to deliver Rogue to her to drain off the excess power, but I don't understand how this was a permanent solution.
We made a game of completing High School and the four of us each had our own means to do it. Jack slept in all her classes, refused to do homework, and aced all the tests and quizzes for a C's get degrees approach. I used the time to study college textbooks Xavier was kind enough to provide for me to round out my education from pure tech and engineering focus to a full polymath. Kat played video games on a pad we made in Halo, and Linda actually attended High School like a normal High Schooler.
What a stone cold psycho.
We didn't have anything to do with the various X-Drama till Storm started getting tormented by a Shaman from Africa and I sensed my opportunity to clap them cheeks. I let the mother fucker bother her till her stress became readily apparent then offered my assessment and assistance.
After her nephew crept away from his eavesdropping I approached the pair of Storm and Charles in her room.
"If I may be so bold." I interrupted their discussion about sending Evan home to her sister, "Your nephew has nothing to do with what is going on right now."
"What do you know of what is happening with Storm?" Charles asked.
"Shaman magic." I sniffed the air, "I can smell it."
"You believe that this is a mystical attack?" Charles questioned.
"I am a master of two magic systems." I informed the man, and it was true with me finishing out my training in Skyrim magic while we were here and having started stealth training with Jack, "I can provide assistance."
"I'll gladly take it." Storm said almost pleadingly.
"Okay." I grinned and rubbed my hands together, "All we need to do wait for the next attack and I'll handle the rest."
"Then I bid you both a good night." Charles nodded his head and left us together.
I employed my old tried and true method of seduction. Asking her about herself. Not in a lame way like saying 'Tell me about you.' but by getting her to talk about a safe topic and listening to her response to form ever deepening questions. This process was briefly halted when the Shaman next attacked and with a quick application of demon magic I inflicted his exposed soul with a curse of agony. The man would never again feel anything but pain throughout his entire being and would kill himself within the next hour.
To those who doubt such a thing, I can only envy the pain free life you have led. True pain is crippling, maddening. Anyone who has bought the idea of the main character of a novel rising above true pain to deliver justice or whatever such nonsense is kidding themselves. It's a literary flex to make a protagonist seem cooler.
Pain can be so bad the bearer will believe amputation or death preferable.
Thank God I am a Krogan and my nervous system can completely block pain with just a little anger.
"And it's done." I grinned.
"So easily." She cocked an eyebrow.
"Some loincloth wearing shaman just tried to go against a master of Demonic magic." I chuckled, "Of course it was that easy. His primary method of casting involves sending his soul at his target. I could defeat him and a thousand like him just as easily."
"Thank you, Grunt." she smiled and gave me a relieved hug, "I don't know how I can thank you enough."
"I can tell you how, but that would be quite unseemly." I smirked.
"I think I know what you want." She grinned and stood up, sitting back down in my lap and grinding her huge round ass on me, "You've been staring at it like a dog since I first met you."
I grabbed her hips and smiled, "Let he who is not obsessed with this ass cast the first stone."
I stripped down after chucking her onto her bed.
"I am going to destroy you."
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Bab 95: Mad Titan
"We really shouldn't do this." I said, "It's going to burn bridges with people you care about and unless you are really dedicated to this working out long term, you are going to want those relationships intact. I am cool with being some fond memory of a wild youth, I've been that for lots of people. But if you introduce your literal demon giant space lizard lover to your practicing Catholic parents there is no way things go well."
"Grunt." Jean sighed, "We aren't doing this to get their approval." she shook her head, "We are doing this to give them the chance to be a part of what I want my future to be for however long they can be."
"Okay." I breathed out, then opened a portal to the front of Jean's childhood home, "You're sure that you really want to sign on for the lifestyle of an interdimensional gypsy? I know how intense the attraction is, but are you really going to be down for when we come too after the feeding frenzy, when you have to hold on to who you are so you don't get swept away by someone else's life, when we bite off more than we can chew?"
"I think we can chew a lot." Jean smirked as she walked through the portal to ruin her relationship with her parents.
"It's not always enough." I sighed while thinking about the names on my belt.
Holding Jean afterwards wasn't fun.
It was normal high school bullshit and X-chicanery until Logan and I took a motorcycle trip that got interrupted by Shield. I was fucking psyched until white Nick Fury stepped off the attack helicopter. Not that white Nick Fury wasn't still cool, just been a while since I last ran into Sam Jackson. He needed us to track down Magneto cause the guy stole a back up set up for the shit that made Captain America. Professor X nearly creamed his shorts when he found out that there existed a device capable of pumping out Captain Lookalikes. He stopped moaning long enough to use cerebro to accomplish jack shit in finding Magneto. I'd have slapped the stupid off of Logan if this wasn't required set up for Rogue to reveal that she knew the approximate location of Mags' secret base via prior contact stolen memories.
She and her pal Nightcrawler would have been able to talk their way onto the mission because of Magneto completely ensphereing his base in metal, but a quick application of demigod fire breath would get us through any metallic defenses.
We burned through Mags' defenses and found the guy inside the Captain America chamber. Sabretooth was there too, but the guy started running as soon as he saw me then Mags delivered his heartfelt plea to let him use the chamber to make himself young again.
I laughed before killing him with fire.
"This is why we don't take you on missions." Wolverine grumbled as we went home.
"Cause you guys don't like results." I chuckled, "The dude was a terrorist, and Uncle Sam will be thrilled that the dude is crispy enough to need a dental ID."
The payoff to participating in this bullshit was that I got to meet the Capsicle. Worth it.
"Grunt, I am afraid that I must inform you of a very troubling occurrence." Professor X interrupted Jean's trip to pound town to speak through my door, "May I come in?"
"I am very busy right now." I answered, "Ahh, polishing my hammer?"
"Was that a question or a statement?" Charles asked, "The tone made that quite confusing. Either way, I am coming in."
Jean managed to pull a blanket over her torso, but that left her legs exposed as they wrapped around my hips and I held her up with the strength of my erection.
"Ah, engaging in extracurricular activities." Charles graciously looked away, "How very High School. Unfortunately one of my patients, a girl who proved too unstable to allow into High School Therapy has escaped the asylum."
"And this is my problem, how?" I asked as I thrust my hips causing Jean to gasp in surprise and pleasure.
"She has developed a recent obsession with you after I informed her of Magneto's death at your hands." He sheepishly kicked his foot, "Anyway, unstable reality warper heading your way and I have an express flight to a conference on the other side of the world. Good luck, have fun!"
Charles can really book it for a man his age.
"Any plans for dealing with this?" Jean asked.
"Nut first. Crazy bitches later." I shrugged.
Everything was going great until Charles got back, had a panic attack about Wolverine going missing and invited the Brotherhood of Mutants to join the X-Men without telling me.
I made my way down to the kitchen for a midnight snack with pep in my step, a song in my heart, and the juices of sexual warfare shining on my cock. I assembled a sandwich of victory and as I raised it up for consumption a chill crawled up my spine.
"Hello beautiful." a feminine voice nearly moaned.
As I looked down to my sandwich I knew my work wasn't done. I turned to face the interloper, sword in hand and asked, "We doin this?"
"Fuck the hell yes." answered the Scarlet Witch, naked aside from her trench coat, "Now lightly choke me while you describe how you killed my father."
I sighed and impaled the crazy bitch on my cock.
The things I do for my country.
Turns out it was the right call to bring in the Brotherhood as Wolverine's disappearance was the start of the Sentinel Program. I had forgotten that and only found out on the news broadcast of the X-Men getting slapped around by a giant robot. It goes to show how little respect I get around here that Charles took the rambunctious terrorists trained by Magneto on the mission but left Team Eat'em on the bench. Or what was left of the bench after the damn mansion exploded.
The team showed back up after they beat the robot and Mystique revealed that it was her all along posing as Charles. She blew up my crib and she laughed in my face right up until an oversized blood red arm sprouted out of my back and swiped its oversized claws down her form, turning her into something resembling lasagna.
A lot of kids puked after that.
"You fucking monster!" Scott yelled, "Now we will never know where she took the Professor!"
"You win some, you lose some, kid." I chuckled as I pulled out a plasma auto cannon from the wreckage, "But nobody laughs in my face about pulling one over on me."
"There is no place for people like you with us!" Scott shouted and the sentiment was taken up by lots of other voices.
"Fine by me." I chuckled as I lifted rubble off of the Good Evening, "I was planning to hit the UK soon anyways to check up on some shit. Might as well make the move permanent.
After we loaded up all our shit in the family hover vehicle Jean and Wanda jumped in.
"Jean!" Scotts voice cracked, "Are you really going to go with this fucking murderer?"
"Does it look like I am planning something different?" She asked incredulously.
Never seen a dude look so crushed.
We ended up funding our British invasion by taking missions for Shield. It was an easy sell to get us on the payroll. After all, what could Shield possibly want with four super soldiers with advanced tech, a telepath, and a reality warper. The answer is a lot of dead terrorists and supervillains.
In mid June it was time to check out Number 4 Privet drive. According to the calendar little Harry should be locked up in Durzkaban for the summer after his first year at Hogwarts. You can imagine my immense surprise when I rolled up at breakfast time Saturday morning and the door was answered by Vernon Dursley sporting a shiner and some missing teeth.
"Oh God, it's another one!" he shrieked and fell over, likely dying of heart attack.
"Another one?" I mouthed.
Little Harry Potter did not emerge next, instead it looks like this kid ate Harry Potter and used all the meat to build his body in a temple of iron.
"You lift, bro?" He asked.
Do I lift?
DO I LIFT!
I tore my shirt off and FLEXed every glorious head of muscle in my body though a series of poses revealing a deific physique that rumbled like distant thunder with each muscular contraction.
"Nice. You might be as big as The Thick Daddy." he commented, "You guys should lift together."
Who is the Thick Daddy and why the fuck is Harry Potter so swoll? These are the questions, but I assume the answer is that this isn't a world crossed over with Harry Potter. This is a world crossed over with a fanfic.
I am pretty sure my life is a fanfic, so this means we are achieving Inception levels of fanficery here.
Fucking sweet.
I tried to withhold my existential terror when fuck mothering Thanos wracked the bar he was squatting and came over to us.
"Harry, you've brought a stranger to my gym." The purple behemoth looked me in the eyes, "I see you know of me."
This was not a fight I was ready for. Jack and I could theoretically wear this guy down with our speed and our weapons so long as the Mad Titan doesn't have a high resistance to magic, but the big purple bastard was many weight classes stronger than me. Could he out DPS my durability and healing prowess? Very likely despite him probably being the movie version from the look of him.
"We going to have a problem?" he hummed.
"I am out of this verse in six months to a year tops." I answered.
"Then we have no problem." The Mad Titan declared.
"Then let's lift!" Swoll Harry shouted.
Spending the summer lifting with Thanos and Harry Potter wasn't something that was ever on my bucket list, but it should have been. All these guys did was push iron, spar, and crush pussy. Except Harry with that last one. Guy had two girlfriends though so someday soon for the kid.
Sparing with Thanos was fucking brutal, but ultimately rewarding as few people could possibly push my skills as a warrior. The man was a perfectionist and a damn fine teacher.
Was it wrong of me to give a twelve year old a plasma pistol for his birthday? Most people would say yes and you know what I call them? Responsible adults. But those people will never feel the joy of a crisp high five after that twelve year old dead eyes all the targets at the range they set up for him.
I spent the rest of my time waiting for the Apocalypse fight doing missions and training with Thanos. Fury called the team in and briefed us on the situation with the old Egyptian super mutant and the pyramids he activated across the world to initiate his destructive forced mutation of the world's population. Each location had a mutant upgraded by Apocalypse defending the location: Professor X, Storm, Angel, and Caliban.
"I need each of you on a Pyramid Team." Fury indicated to me, Jack, Linda, and Kat, "The X-Men and their allies will provide the muscle, but we need people at each location who aren't afraid to pull the trigger."
"I call Cue Ball." Jack smirked.
"Please at least try to act like you aren't excited to kill the man who helped raise me." Jean muttered.
"I'd like to help." Wanda grinned, "All those years I spent in captivity and all I needed was a big ol' dick to set me right. Fuck that asshole."
"Lovely." Fury shook his head.
"I'm on the team going after Apocalypse." I stated.
"Then that means I'll clip fly boy and Kat will try to save your lover." Linda nodded.
"Going after a woman who can manipulate the weather?" Kat grumbled, "Sounds like an easy day at the office."
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"You are a waste of the Mad Titan's teachings." I grumbled as I smashed Caliban's freaky Apocalypse enhanced head against the Celestial pyramid over and over until his brains leaked out of his splitting skull.
Scott radioed Fury after he finished puking to have Rogue come deliver us from the plot via copying Leech's X-Gene shutoff powers.
Three fucking years wasted. Going to High School, working for Shield, training under fuck mothering Thanos himself. All in the expectation of a knock down drag out cinematic as fuck battle against the X-Gene Papa Smurf, but apparently that asshole toggled God Mode, so we were going to beat him with the mutant equivalent of yanking the power cord out of the wall.
The worst part was… I couldn't figure out how to beat him. The dude was hax.
Rogue came along the cleared route and Apocalypse ended with a whimper… or at least he would have if I didn't toast him with Ormagoden's fire till the fucker was nothing more than ashes and slag.
Fuck that guy for being to OP and arrogant for a fist fight.
"Fuck this shit." I sighed, "I'm going home and leaving this disappointing universe."
"No you ain't." Logan growled.
"You going to pull another Apocalypse out of your ass?" I asked the manlet, "Cause you don't have the firepower to stop me."
"If you leave now…" Logan looked me in the eyes, "Who is going to play sick Metal at the afterparty."
I pointed my finger at him, then put it down in defeat, "I do need to spread Heavy Metal to all corners of existence."
"Hahaha," He chuckled, "Knew you'd see things my way."
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You put me on base, Jack on guitar, Kat on drums, and Linda on the mic and you have a recipe for ascending a party to a level that makes the Titans jealous.
Afterwards I was just the right level of fueled up for interdimensional transport and Jack was giving the last chance speech.
"Alright people, you've all been briefed on the nature of existence and what we are about. This is the last chance to turn back, there is a chance that we will never see this version of reality again, so if there's anything tying you down, then you can back away judgement free." she looked around, "No takers? Good. Now lets fuck a hole through reality."
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