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Who Gets the Last Laugh

An X-Men Story

By: Night Creeper

Disclaimer: All of the characters are created by other people. This story is loosely based on the characters created by Marvel Comics. The characters are owned by their creators. And even though I have tampered with some of the storylines and backgrounds established by them, they are still owned by them. Any resemblance to actual people are coincidental and unintentional. And remember, this story is used for entertainment and not profit. If it is illegal for you to read something that only ADULTS should read, then go away!

Notes from the author: A few weeks ago, I received an e-mail from LGZ asking me to write a story based on laughing gas and tickling. I have never tried the topic before so this is a first. Please note that I don't edit my stories. However, since there aren't any red lines on this, I guess I have the spelling down.

Also Feel free to e-mail me with comments, criticisms, ideas, etc at mbison_76@yahoo.com. Thanks and happy reading.

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Who Gets the Last Laugh

An X-Men Story

By: Night Creeper

"Take that!" Psylocke screamed as she slashed her sword about. The woman had no idea who was attacking her as everything around her was pitch black. However, she could sense that their was some sort of presence in the darkness. Every few seconds, a quick jab or a slap would land on her face and she was getting sick and tired of it. She wasn't sure what was happening, but she could sense that the assailant was pushing her somewhere. The female mutant wanted to fight back, but herself being redirected. Eventually she found herself in another dark room except this one was filled with laughter, female laughter. However, there was a scream, a scream from Psylocke as her sword fell to the ground.

The purple haired mutant couldn't believe what she was seeing before her. On the other side of the room was Emma Frost, the White Queen. Gone were her corset and cape, but she still had her latex opera gloves and her white thigh-high boots. The woman was on all fours and laughing hysterically as a huge black shadow gripped her hips and slammed its member into her pussy. The shadow looked huge and muscular, but had no real face, just a bluish cloud, yet it had the body of a man. She saw the hands move from Emma's hips to her waist, where it gripped the woman's ribs, and held her tight. The shadow began to pound furiously into the woman. Within seconds, Emma's arms gave out and the woman's face slammed into the cold metal floor, but she continued to laugh as the shadow continued to pound her with its member.

"My god, what is going on around here?" Psylocke gasped as two sets of hands gripped her arms and held her.

"Get out of here, Betsy. Get out while you still can," she heard a voice inside her head.

"Jean? Is that you? What's going on?"

"We've . . . we've . . ." the woman's voice trailed off.

"Oh my!" Psylocke gasped again as she was turned slightly to her left where she saw Storm. The very composed and unruffled mutant now had a lust plastered all over her face. The woman was completely naked as her legs wrapped themselves around another dark cloud. The cloud was a bit larger than Emma's, which caused Storm's body to be slanted as her wet hair glided across the floor like a mop while her body was slanted and savagely thrusting against the cloud. Just like Emma, Storm was laughing too as her chest heaved up and down. The woman's body glistened with sweat as she lost herself in her lust.

"Run Betsy. Run," Jean's weakened voice surfaced in Psylocke's mind again.

"I can't. Something is holding me in place."

"You must . . . you must escape . . . you must warn the others," Jean's voice started to break.

"What's going on?" the startled purple haired mutant inquired.

"Everything . . . I do . . . I can't . . . NOOOOO!! Hahahahaha!! Hehehehe!! I'm losing," the red haired woman giggled. "Run Betsy. Hahaha! It's gotten me too! Hehehe!"

"Jean!" Betsy's mouth screamed as she was turned around and saw the red haired mutant. Just like Storm, Jean was naked and her body was glistening with sweat. However, unlike Storm and Emma, Jean had three shadows around her. One was lying on the floor as Jean rode it. Two other shadows stood on either side of the woman as her hands reached between their crotches and gave them a hand job. Jean Grey had a wry smile on her face as she giggled incessantly, totally unable to control herself. "What is going on?" Psylocke asked.

"Don't . . . know . . . they came . . . make you . . . laugh . . . avoid them," Jean chuckled as Psylocke watched in horror as Jean's laughter was only silenced by a huge long member entering her mouth, yet it was translucent and making the woman's eyes glaze over.

"You won't get me!" the purple haired woman roared as she extended her Psi-Knife, but found that the grip was too strong. In fact, a large hand covered her mouth and nose, covering her passageways. The mutant tried to struggle and breathed in some of the gas from the hand into her lungs. She felt her body shake as it tickled her insides. "It's laughing gas! These things are made of laughing gas!" the woman's mind shrieked as she saw her friends all being ravaged and laughing about it.

"Let go," Psylocke heard Emma's voice in her mind, laughing.

"NOOO!! Must hold out!" Psylocke's mind shrieked.

"Let go. You have to breath soon," Jean's voice giggled in Psylocke's mind.

Betsy knew that Jean was right. Her lungs were already burning from the lack of oxygen and it was getting harder and harder to concentrate. In fact, the woman's Psi-Knife had disappeared back into her hand. She could feel her outfit slowly being removed and she failed to struggle against it since she was greatly weakened. Her lungs screamed at her while her mind screamed at her not breath, but her friends' voices were egging her on in her mind. Finally, with a long groan, the purple haired woman took in a deep breath. As the air and gas seeped into her lungs, she began to chuckle. "Noo . . . I . . . must . . . I must . . ." she giggled as her hands gripped her bare stomach.

"It feels so good!" Emma laughed as she was pulled off the ground and sandwiched between two gaseous creatures. The White Queen was almost completely engulfed by the blueish creatures as they surrounded her. Yet, she didn't care, at least that was the impression that she gave since she was laughing.

Psylocke began to laugh uncontrollably as she saw Storm on her hands and knees, hovering over a creature while another one rammed her from behind. The woman was still laughing, but the laughter had been muted by another creature, who was attacking her open mouth, releasing more of the gas into her lungs. Her hands also flailed in the air until she gripped two creatures and began to jack them off. "How can gas . . . how can gas . . . do this?" Psylocke laughed to herself.

"It can't . . ." Emma's voice laughed. "This isn't real. These things aren't real! This is the Danger Room!"

"But . . . but they . . ."

"We have to get out and stop it or we're all screwed!" the White Queen laughed.

"I can!" Betsy laughed as she fell to her knees.

"Don't fight. Don't fight it," Jean Grey's voice laughed inside Psylocke's head as the purple haired mutant fell to the ground and felt her legs being parted. She then felt her buttocks being spread as thick pole was shoved into her sex. Although it hurt like hell, the woman laughed as the creature began to ravage her sex. By now, the mutant was laughing just like the rest.

High above all four mutants, inside the control room leading into the Danger Room itself, a blue skinned mutant sat in front of a console and smiled. Laying across her lap was a nude Asian teenager, who had a muzzle over her mouth. The teen laughed incessantly into the muzzle as the woman surveyed her work. The room below was completely filled with the laughing gas and once the women were passed out, she would collect them and take them back Magneto's headquarters. However, while she waited, she can continue to play with her newest toy as she laughed, except unlike the others, she wasn't affected by the gas.

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