Mutant Sue Virus: Chapter Six: Good Friends

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Title: The Mutant Sue Virus:

Chapter Title:  Good Friends

Fandom: X-Men, Comics Universe, Earth-6916
Rating: 18+
Warnings: Graphic Sexual situations.  Graphic F/F sex in this chapter.
Disclaimer: The recognizable characters and the setting used here are the property of Marvel Comics.  Those characters described as “Mutant Sues” or “Mary Sues” are the property of Ladydeathfaerie, Nanaea, Dazzledfirestar, SilverFoxChan, and Ginevra.  This story is inspired by, and is intended as a sequel to Dazzledfirestar’s “The Mary Sue Virus” and is written with her permission by Ginevra with lots of input from the above mentioned ladies.  We make no money from this work.  Enjoy.

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( Chapter Six: Good Friends )

She pondered all this idly as she made her way back to her dorm.  A few hours in the library had allowed her to finish up the necessary assignments and the rest of the evening was hers to do with what she wished.  Which was what, exactly?

 

She had no idea, but she was possessed of a sort of restlessness.  Her clothing felt simply too tight, too restricting.  She wanted nothing more than to shed both her clothes and her human form and when she reached the dorm room, she reached for the door knob eagerly.  At the first touch of her fingers, her mind was flooded with images.  Morgan was not alone…

 

 

 

Morgan’s mouth was sweet, though her own still tasted of the wine she’d drunk earlier.  Dare deepened the kiss, pressing her friend back onto the spread, closing her eyes to shut out the ridiculous, holiday inspired stripes.  Morgan’s hands began to roam then, of their own accord, fingers slipping beneath her top to trace fingernails across her skin.

 

Dare ran her own fingers up the bare skin of Morgan’s thighs, slipping them beneath her nightshirt and skimming across the silky fabric of her panties.  Morgan gasped at the touch and Dare drew back a little.  Morgan watched her as she sat back and stripped off her top and unbuttoned her jeans.  As she bent over to slide her jeans off, Morgan giggled.

 

“What’s so funny?”

 

“Did I tell you how much I love your tramp stamp?”  Teasing fingers traced the shape of a fairy’s wings, drawn in black on her lower back.  The sensual touch was at odds with her friend’s mirth.

 

“Humph…Don’t remember if you did…but don’t stop that.”  Dare couldn’t help arching into the touch like a cat.

 

“I have no intention of stopping.”  Morgan’s breath was warm as she pressed her breasts against Dare’s back, bare skin against skin telling Dare she’d already shed her nightshirt.  And no, those fingers didn’t stop moving.  Dare almost forgot her intention to shed her jeans as Morgan’s lips planted soft kisses on the back of her neck and shoulders.

 

When those fingers began to tug at the clasp of her bra, she came back to herself and finished pulling her jeans off.  They were tossed aside, into the growing pile of clothing on the floor.  Morgan slipped the straps of her bra from her shoulders and that too, went into the pile.  Free to roam now, Morgan’s fingers skimmed across her ribs and upwards, tickling the underside of her breasts.  She lifted the soft, rounded flesh in her palms and kneaded gently, pulling Dare back against her body.  Dare moaned.

 

Now Morgan’s clever fingers rolled and pinched at her nipples carefully, until they became hard points, sending little bolts of excitement throughout her body.  Nibbling kisses followed the curve of her neck until she couldn’t wait anymore.  She needed to touch Morgan.  She turned around, gently pushing the other girl back.  Morgan’s little smile was almost too smug and she couldn’t have that, now could she?

 

Dare swarmed over her friend, pushing her back into the mattress and straddling one of her legs.  Leaning down she claimed her mouth with a hungry kiss while she let her hands explore every inch of skin she could reach.  Morgan squealed and moaned as she tickled a rib here and squeezed a breast there.  When she lowered her head to take one hard nipple in her mouth, Morgan groaned. 

 

“Dare…”  She gasped.   Her hands rose to touch Dare’s face, smoothing back her hair.  Dare bit down carefully and was rewarded by a little squeal.  Then she moved her attention to the other breast while she slid one hand down between their bodies to stroke fingers across Morgan’s center, finding the fabric already damp and the flesh swollen.

 

She chuckled quietly to herself, and then slid her hand beneath the waistband of Morgan’s lacy red panties, fingertips searching for that little nub of flesh.  Finding it easily, she began to slide her fingers across it, continuing downwards to gather the moisture forming at Morgan’s entrance and then coming back again.  Dare rubbed slow circles around her clit before repeating the motion, each time sending her questing fingers just a little deeper.  Soon Morgan was gasping, her hips rocking slightly in time with Dare’s hand, seeking greater contact.  Her moans were becoming more and more urgent.

 

“More…Please…Dare…”

 

Dare sat up, releasing Morgan’s leg.  Before her friend could protest, she hooked her fingers in the waistband of Morgan’s panties and peeled them downwards.  The girl raised her hips from the bed and soon the little bit of silky red fabric was floating to the floor.  With a wink at Morgan, Dare stripped her own black satin thong from her body and discarded that as well.

 

“You’ll ruin your reputation, wearing girlie underwear like that.”  Morgan joked.

 

“Not like anybody else gets to see them.”  Dare growled at her, swarming up her body for another kiss. 

 

Morgan’s giggles were soon silenced by her hungry lips and tongue.  Sliding her hand between their bodies, she returned to her teasing strokes, this time letting her fingers delve even deeper.  Morgan was no longer giggling.  Instead she was moaning and panting, returning Dare’s kisses hungrily while her hands roamed across Dare’s body, stroking the side of a breast, dragging fingernails up her spine, even squeezing her ass.

 

When she thought she’d teased Morgan enough, Dare sent her fingers deeper, stroking and thrusting while her thumb dragged across the girl’s swollen clit.  Morgan groaned and bucked against her hand, head falling back against the pillows while her back arched.

 

Dare sat back a little to watch her, the distance allowing her to add a second hand to the first, stroking in and out with one while the other rubbed and teased at Morgan’s clit.  Morgan was panting, open mouthed, her face flushed.  Then she fell silent as her body stiffened.  Dare could feel her inner muscles clenching and spasming around her fingers and squeezing forth even more moisture.

 

Then at last, Morgan’s body relaxed and she drew in a gasping breath.  Dare grinned at her when she opened her eyes, pulling her wet fingers from their place between Morgan’s thighs.

 

“Good one?”

 

“Shit…yes.”  Morgan lay panting for a moment before sitting up.  She reached for Dare and took her face in both hands, kissing her deeply.  Then she drew back a little.  “Your turn?”

 

“Better be.”  Dare gave her a mock scowl, and then stretched out on the bed. 

 

Morgan’s green eyes glittered as she leaned over her, dark hair falling over her cheeks to frame her face.  Soft lips pressed against her belly, then traveled upwards, hair cool and soft against her skin, adding its own tickling sensation.  Morgan rubbed her face against each of Dare’s breasts before taking one nipple into her mouth.  She sucked at it, rolling it with her tongue and scraping gently with her teeth.  Dare found herself moaning.  She reached down to push back Morgan’s hair so she could see her face.  Then Morgan changed sides, giving the other breast the same treatment.

 

Morgan’s mouth moved again, dropping kisses on her collar bone and nibbling at the side of her neck before reaching her lips.  At first the kiss was sweet and soft, but it quickly deepened as Morgan explored her mouth with lips and tongue.  She felt Morgan’s hands traveling along her sides, stroking and caressing, then something rougher as she dragged her fingernails across Dare’s skin.

 

Morgan pulled back a little, enough to reach between their bodies and place a warm palm against Dare’s sex, covering it and pulling the lips closed between her fingers.  Morgan nuzzled at her neck.  Dare gasped as she felt the sharp bite of teeth there.  The pressure was almost painful.  After a moment, Morgan released her hold, placing a soft kiss on the abused flesh.

 

She sat up then, straddling one of Dare’s legs, pinning it with her weight.  With a smile, the hand against Dare’s sex began to move, stroking and teasing, parting the lips and pressing them back together.  Morgan reached with her other hand to gently pinch and rub at Dare’s clit, until Dare found herself whimpering and moaning in reaction. 

 

Soon Dare was almost aching with need, desperate for Morgan to slide those teasing fingers inside her.   Morgan’s weight held her hips still and she clutched at the comforter, balling it up in her fists.

 

“Morgan…”

 

“Want more?”  Her tone was teasing, smug.

 

“Yes!  Damn it!”  Dare growled.

 

Then those fingers, already slick with her juices, slid inside, reaching deep.  Morgan’s eyes were fixed on her face as she began pump them in and out of Dare’s body.  Her other hand continued to worry at Dare’s clit.  Dare watched her, her vigorous efforts sending her bare breasts bouncing, the tip of her tongue barely visible between her lips as she concentrated on her task.  Dare could feel the pleasure building, could hear herself moaning and gasping.  Her body strained as she tried to move her hips in time with Morgan’s stroking.

 

Then Morgan’s fingers did something…Hit that spot deep inside…And the building wave crested and broke.  Dare’s groan sounded harsh in her own ears. Her body shuddered and arched, nearly lifting Morgan from the bed.  Afterwards, Morgan stretched out beside her, resting her head on Dare’s shoulder and snuggling close.

 

Dare knew she should probably get up and get dressed.  But not just yet.  She needed this after today.  And maybe Morgan did too.  She pulled Morgan a little closer and kissed the top of her head.  Morgan sighed…

 

 

The images were too much for Roxxy.  She tried to shake them off, turning on her heel and heading for Haley’s room instead.  Let them have their fun.  She half suspected their teachers had intended for her to play chaperone, pairing her with Morgan.  But that wasn’t her job and frankly, what was happening in there wasn’t her business.

 

Damn, but those images hadn’t helped her peace of mind any.  Haley’s room was thankfully vacant and the cool blues of its décor soothing.  Roxxy stacked her books neatly on the desk and quickly stripped off her lab coat. The rest of her clothes quickly followed, leaving only the simple body suit she always wore beneath.  Just in case she needed to shift forms.

 

Which she needed to do badly.  She left her clothes folded neatly on the “sofa.”  Then she peered out into the hall and, finding it vacant, stepped outside.  Almost before the soft click announced that the latch had engaged, she shifted form, becoming once again the cougar like creature called “Catseye.”  She could now smell her fellow students, could hear their voices beyond the closed doors, could almost hear their breathing, and the beating of their hearts.  Dare and Morgan were not the only ones sharing a stolen moment.  She twitched her ears, listening, and looked down the hall before stalking back toward the stairs.

 

For now, Roxxy was gone and only Catseye remained, her paws soundless on the carpeting.  Eyes and ears alert, she avoided the occasional two-legged resident, keeping to the shadows.  Whether it was instinct or habit, she was being drawn through the mansion, climbing up a flight of stairs and passing through less frequented halls and rooms until she came to a door.

 

Behind the door was the smell of dirt and growing things.  Behind the door were the sound of soft music and the soft rustle of paper on paper.  A scent, pungent and a little sweet, wafted on the air.  Catseye sniffed delicately at the small gap between door and wall.  Someone was within, someone familiar.  Someone who calmed the restless urges that even now sent her tail lashing the air behind her.

 

Catseye pressed a shoulder against the door and it swung open soundlessly.  The room inside was dimly lit and filled with a riot of greenery.  A woman, her pale hair gleaming against dark skin, lounged on a brightly colored sofa, reading.  Catseye watched as one elegant hand turned a page, the brilliant blue eyes skimming across the page. 

 

She chuffed a little, to get the woman’s attention.  Those eyes lifted to meet her amber ones.  The woman smiled, seemingly unsurprised at her visitor.

 

“I had wondered when you might pay me a visit.  Shut the door and join me for some tea, will you?”  The woman set aside her book and reached for the tray on the table beside her.  Catseye blinked at her, twitching her ears at the sound of the woman’s voice.  Deciding quickly, she let go of her form and became human once again.

 

Roxxy shut the door quietly, taking the opportunity to glance around the room without being too obvious.  Her Sue must be a regular visitor here, the place felt so familiar.  The mingled scents of plants, woman, and herbal tea all wove together soothingly.

 

“I’d love some tea, Ororo.”  Roxxy crossed the room to join the woman, taking the offered earthenware mug.  It was smooth and warm in her hand as she curled up on the sofa.

 

“What brings you here this evening?”  Ororo sipped at her own tea, her blue eyes peering over the edge of her mug.

 

“I just felt…I don’t know…restless.  Frustrated.  I miss the reservation.  Everything here is so…”

 

“Closed in?  Civilized?”  She set her tea down.  “Or is it someone?”

 

“I don’t know what you mean.”  Roxxy hid her blush behind her mug.  The words and the blush weren’t hers, they belonged to her Sue.  She waited with just as much curiosity as the woman beside her, wondering what she would say next.

 

“Henry is being as dense as ever, I suppose.  How such a brilliant mind can miss so simple a thing, I will never understand.”  Ororo’s tone was warm as she rested an elbow on the back of the sofa and brought her hand to her chin.  She regarded Roxxy warmly.

 

“Who said it was…Dr. McCoy?”  Roxxy covered the hesitation with another sip.  Chamomile tea.  Warm and sweet.  The warmth seemed to spread through her body, calming her nerves, though it was much too soon for it to be working.  Perhaps it was the company.

 

“I’ve seen this look before, Roxxy.  Always after a laboratory shift.  Alone with Henry.”  She chuckled softly.  “After more than a year, you still call him ‘Doctor.’”

 

“He is my teacher and my superior.  And he’s never asked me to call him anything less formal.”  Another sip of tea.  “It wouldn’t be proper.”

 

“Henry isn’t always as proper as you might think.  I’ve known him far longer than you.”  Ororo reached again for her tea and sipped it thoughtfully.  “However, I can tell you, this…frustration will continue only as long as you allow it.”

 

“You aren’t suggesting I make advances on…Henry?  Are you?”  Roxxy stared at her, amber eyes wide with shock at the suggestion.  “How awkward would that be?  I mean if he turned me down…And he might.  I’m his student, and he’s never been anything but professional…”

 

“Aha.”  Ororo smiled widely, her blue eyes twinkling.  “So you have considered it.”

 

“Ororo…”  Roxxy set her mug down, annoyed.  “I don’t think you understand.”

 

“I do.  Better than you think.”  Ororo continued to smile, but her tone became less teasing.  “He is not unapproachable.  In his own way he is a bit shy.”

 

Roxxy’s mind digested that for a moment, making connections, putting together pieces that had almost slipped her notice.  The realization startled her.

 

“You and Dr…Henry?”

 

“From time to time.  It has never been serious, of course.”  Ororo looked grave for a moment.  “Henry deserves a bit more than I can give him.  He will make someone very happy one day.  If he ever learns to look beyond his test tubes, that is.”

 

“I doubt that that will be me.”  There was more regret than she had intended in her tone.  Enough that Ororo looked at her sharply.

 

“Be careful that you do not loose yourself in your work as he has.”  Ororo softened the criticism with a small smile.  She reached out a hand and laid it on Roxxy’s shoulder.  “But you misunderstood me.  When I suggested doing something about your frustration, I meant something a little more immediate.”

 

“Oh!  I am dense.”  Roxxy set down her mug carefully. A slow smile was spreading across her face as the soothing warmth now seemed to be pooling low in her belly.  Ororo’s scent was changing and it was clear what she meant now.   This, too, had a certain familiarity to it.  “Forgive me, Ororo.”

 

“Of course.”  When she turned again, Ororo had moved closer, slipping her arm behind Roxxy’s shoulders.  Roxxy leaned into the offered embrace, drinking in the woman’s scent even as she let herself be pulled into a kiss.  The sweet, milky flavor of the tea lingered in Ororo’s mouth.  Roxxy sighed and buried her hands in her silky white hair.

 

The next few moments seemed to blur, Ororo’s gentle hands stripping them both and returning again and again to stoke the fires of her passion.  The tea sat forgotten as their embraces became more heated, their kisses deeper.  By the time Ororo’s clever fingers found her center, she was already wet, her body thrumming with need.

 

Ororo seemed to understand her urgency, brushing aside her attempts to reciprocate.  The woman’s skillfull fingers brought Roxxy closer and closer to her peak, drawing moans and soft growls from her throat.  When finally she found her release, she was left limp and almost sobbing against Ororo’s breast.

 

“Thank you.”  She murmured as she raised her head to meet Ororo’s lips again.  “Let me show you how grateful, I am.”

 

As she kissed Ororo, she began to stroke and caress the soft, dusky skin.  The woman sighed at her touch, closing her lovely blue eyes and offering the graceful curve of her neck to Roxxy’s seeking lips.  Her desires at least partially satiated, she could now concentrate on properly thanking the woman.  After all, she was very grateful, indeed…