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Solo Shots	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 5554 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men, nor do I own the rights to either X-Men: Legends or X-Men Legends 2: The Rise of Apocalypse. I'm affiliated with neither Marvel nor Activision. I make no money writing this entry.

Chapter List
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Chapter 11: Good, Clean Fun
-Warnings: SoloF, Minor (type 2 - teenager), Moresome (implied)

The cleanup and rebuilding of Genosha proceeded apace after the X-Men and Brotherhood had expelled Apocalypse’s forces. The two groups worked together to clear debris, repair damaged structures (especially the dike preventing the whole of the living quarters from flooding), and restored minimal electricity and plumbing. The last, especially, brought great relief to all and sundry, because the smell of sweat and fuel had grown to overwhelming proportions.
Due to this high demand, not to mention the insufficient supply of water, each mutant had to sign up for a five-minute window to bathe. Most of the women – and several of the men, such as Pyro and Gambit, who were fussier about their appearance – were far from pleased about the limit. Some, such as Sabretooth and Toad, didn’t care. The mysterious mutant known as Blink, who’d spend several weeks in Apocalypse’s ‘pens,’ could hardly contain her excitement at the prospect of five whole minutes of lukewarm water cascading down her body, carrying with it all sorts of grime she preferred not to dwell on.
Blink’s Genoshan quarters had been in one of the few areas left unscathed by Apocalypse’s attack and unused by the occupation. As such, her shower had seen some of the most frequent usage since the recovery effort began, a fact which she had leveraged into a decent spot in the shower queue, despite her lack of seniority in the Brotherhood. The young woman giggled to herself at Mystique’s indignity over going well after the “little neophyte.”
Strangely, Blink had found the X-Men more to her liking, even in spite of various Brotherhood disparaging comments. The X-Men had certainly behaved more civilly toward her than the others – and she more civilly toward Xavier’s group than most of Magneto’s followers – to the point that she’d begun to wonder what the X-Men were really all about. Perhaps they think my ties to the Brotherhood aren’t all that strong, she mused. They aren’t, really, but Genosha’s the only real home I’ve ever known.
Blink stepped into the shower and turned it on, wasting only a little time luxuriating under the artificial waterfall before bathing. The rough cloth scrubbing her skin, after so long without, felt absolutely delightful to the young woman. She couldn’t help but emit a soft moan, especially when she rubbed her breasts and around her bare groin. Her mutation had granted her several external markers that made her an outcaste in normal society – among them magenta hair, lavender skin, and pointed ears – but the one she was actually grateful for was the very fine body hair below the neck, which she’d never seen as a blessing until recently.
Jubilee and Kitty had, more than the others, reached out to her. They’d bonded, not as mutants, but as teenage girls, covering the usual teen-girl topics, among which was personal grooming. Blink had, at first, been genuinely confused when they complained about shaving their legs and pits; they had expressed their jealousy that she never had to worry about nicks or stubble.
Blink smiled to herself, remembering those silly conversations to distract themselves from the charred wasteland all around them. Never before had she felt so accepted as she did in the company of two mutants who were also teenagers like herself. Jubilee had even named her an honorary member of their club for non-buxom females, once they’d gotten her to reveal her name, Clarice – complete with Jubilee referencing some movie she’d never seen. The name of the club escaped her just now, but she appreciated the gesture nonetheless.
Finished washing, but with water still remaining, Clarice ran her hands down her freshly-clean body, luxuriating under the water. Her breathing hitched when her palms ran across her deep-purple nipples, the shock of pleasure stiffening them instantly. She pinched and rolled the pointed tips lightly, launching a surge of excitement throughout her body. After nearly a month with neither opportunity nor desire for this, she resolved, I think I’m overdue for some fun.
Clarice began kneading her handful breasts firmly, the pleasant sensations building up a noticeable warmth inside her. One hand flitted down her stomach to her smooth groin; her fingertips massaged the pouting folds with the most delicate of caresses. The young woman gasped, as she always did, when she pulled her nether lips open and a fingerprint’s ridges brushed her clit, that tiny bundle of nerves for which she frequently thanked the evolutionary process.
Her hands occupied, her mind embarked on a journey of imagination. Memories of various X-Men working up a sweat in the relief efforts flashed across her mind’s eye. Every last one of them – Cyclops, Gambit, Colossus, Bishop, Nightcrawler, Iceman, even Wolverine – paraded for her lustful gaze, their uniforms and accoutrements vanishing until they were all of them naked, in all their rugged, muscular, heroic glory. How’s a girl to decide? she wondered, her finger quickening its strokes.
Clarice moaned softly, her whole body shuddering with a low-key orgasm, though she knew she was far from finished. Suddenly she recalled an off-hand comment from Jubilee while discussing the shower situation: “I’m gonna miss the Mansion’s detachable shower heads. Those things are seriously one of a single girl’s best friends!”
At the time, Clarice could guess what Jubilee had meant, but the idea had never occurred to her to use water that way. Might as well try it now, she decided. Haltingly she reached up to adjust the shower head, so the water would cascade at the proper angle. Breathing deeply in anticipation, she leaned back and spread her labia with both hands.
Immediately she felt her arousal skyrocket, the warm water spraying the sensitive nub to such a degree she couldn’t help but moan. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her body. The stream poured relentlessly onto her clit, pushing her to higher and higher plateaus of ecstasy.
Clarice continued to imagine the deliciously-naked X-Men forming a circle around her, proudly displaying their members in multitudinous shapes and sizes and even colors, all for her hungry eyes. She imagined herself as she currently stood, just as naked and just as aroused, displaying her body unabashedly for their lustful gazes. The mere idea shivered her spine and fueled her desire.
< She looks around at all the marvelous man-flesh, still unable to decide which she liked best. Their eyes roam her body so thoroughly she can feel it. She also feels her juices trickle down her legs.
“Why don’t I lie down, so everyone can get a good look?” she purrs to them. In unison, they nod assent.
She lies down, stretching sensually to fully display her body. Her back arches, thrusting her breasts up and out; her legs extend to their lean-muscled full length; her thighs part to reveal to these mutant Adonises her moistened petals and swollen love-bud. They tighten the circle, closing in but remaining tantalizingly out of her reach. In unison they begin stroking their erections.
Wantonly she moans and writhes for them, to inflame their lust. Unable to help herself, one hand kneads a breast and pinches its nipple while the other strokes her clit and labia. Her fingers soon become coated with her arousal. “Take me,” she begs them without an ounce of shame. “Someone… anyone… everyone… I’m all yours!”
None of them move. Their pumping hastens.
“Will no one relieve me of my virginity?” she whimpers. One by one, they all shake their heads.
She looks at each of them, her eyes pleading. “I want your dicks!” she implores. “I want your cum!” At this, they smirk and nod.
Every one of them points his erection towards her. Her eyes widen, but she forces herself to relax. “Not what I meant,” she moans, “but I’ll take it!”
The first shot lands on her right nipple, triggering a whole-body shudder. More come, leaving her little time to analyze the sensation. Her eyes roll back until they close as spurt after spurt after spurt coats her body. By the time they finish, her torso is covered, and she feels the warm, sticky fluid on her cheeks, chin, neck, arms, thighs, and groin. >
Clarice’s orgasm cascaded over her consciousness. A powerful wave of pleasure swept over her body as her hips bucked under the shower spray. Her head fell back and she let out a full-throated scream right from the diaphragm. In the back of her mind, she fervently hoped that the noise from the faucet would drown her out.
No such luck – the water cut off in mid-squeal. She tried to hold back further moans, but to no avail. Her cheeks turned from lavender to deep purple, because of her volume and the fantasy that had induced it. One of her hands gripped the horizontal bar in the shower, steadying her balance so she wouldn’t slip and embarrass herself further.
Clarice dried herself quickly and dressed for bed. She knew deep down that, for the next few days at least, she would have great difficulty looking any of the X-Men in the eyes. __________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
A/N: Now, my friends, we come to the end of these little tales. I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter and this story as a whole. In theory, for completeness' sake, I ought to write a Mystique chapter, but frankly, I have no interest at this time in doing so. If I change my mind, I'll edit this comment to reflect that if Ch. 12 gets written.
As it stands, I have another story idea that I want to pursue in the near future (time permitting); I don't want to advise y'all to be on the lookout for it, as I've no idea when I'll start writing it. Just don't be surprised when it does pop up, that's all.
Finally, go back to ch. 1 if you aren't new to this story; I extended it just a tad with something that I hope y'all will get a kick out of (and maybe even help the ending be a tad less abrupt, which I felt it to be). Thanks to all my reviewers for your awesome comments!

Sincerely,

Drunken Scotsman
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