Hello, everyone!
Yes, Felidae finally made-what?(Turns to her muses):
Yesh, I am a web-dummy, what's it to you? At least I managed to post a story, didn't I?
We had quiet a bad summer.
This is how this naughty piece of silliness came to happen.
Hope you'll like it!
Disclaimer: Uhh, I think, we all know it by heart, don't we? Standard.
Reviews: Yes, yes, yes, pweeeeeeaaaaaaaaase!!!
Pool hunt
The last days of July were perfect for lingering around the pool, and since even the enemy seemed
to have taken a vacation, the collective X-Men were gathered around the water.
The tension ran as high as the temperature,
yet the heat burned out every desire for a fight.
Barbeques, cold drinks and the hottest swimsuits this side of nudity were more important matters.
Jubilee, who had checked in from college, happily joined in the holiday custom.
Placing her towel on a dry spot near the pool, she had talked Storm,
who lay relaxed in a fold chair, into a game she named "Pool Posing".
The rules were rather simple:
Check out every hunk on the beach(as it were),
and give points for swimsuit cut and colour, water dripping down rippling peculiars, shades,
sunrays reflecting from bulging muscles, and, of course-butts.
At first, Ororo would have none of this, but soon took interest, when she noticed the guys parading
around.
First prey was Bishop, who wore a black thong, showing a red, circled 'X' on the most delicate
spot.
Hank sported plain white shorts, that perfectly matched his matted, blue fur,
Bobby strolled around in something, that simply denied description and was wearing a straw hat.
Scott wore classic shaped red pants with three blue stripes on the right hip,
and Warren had settled for skin-tight, mid-thigh, blue-on-black shorts.
"I think, I will vote for Neal," Storm sighed,
"at least, he displays some sense of style-unlike Gambit.
Just where did my brother find these atrocity? Purple Bermudas with yellow and pink flowers?!?"
She sneered delicately, and Jubilee nodded agreeing.
"Yeah, like totally yucked out. Anyway, I vote for Wolvie!"
Storm, not really surprised by this, queried:
"And why is that?"
Jubilee huffed.
"Just squint your eyes, 'kay?"
Wolverine hefted himself out of the pool, water running down each well-defined muscle and hairy
speck of his body,
collecting at the seam of his viciously short, cut-off jeans, which fit him like a second skin.
Absent-minded, Ororo picked up a stray of her long, white hair,
as her gaze ran over Logan's broad shoulders, hairy chest and well-defined pecs.
"I can see, what you mean", she hushed,
but Jubilee was to engrossed in gawking to answer.
Logan walked up to them, frowning at their dazed expressions.
"What's up?" he asked, quirking a brow.
Jubilee blinked, then said with her sweetest smile:
"We just wondered, with all your hair draining the water from the pool, will there be enough left for
swimming?"
He closed the distance, crouched between them-
and shook his head vehemently, spraying water all over the girls.
Screeching and yelping, Storm and Jubilee tried to squirm away,
but a steel-like arm around their collective waists interrupted their escape.
"I think, you girls need to COOL OFF!" he bellowed, pressing them close to his body.
Storm gasped, and Jubilee shrieked:
"Leggo! Leggo! Leggo! You're like totally icy, you mean old lug!"
She popped a handful of bright, cold pafs in his face at the same time, Ororo struck him with a tiny
lightning bolt.
Bad idea.
Electrocuting a wet, adamantium-laced feral is not likely to lighten his mood.
Swerving around, Logan grabbed his hostages firmly and growled:
"You two are gonna go down, hard!"
He ran for the pool, despite the women's pleas and struggles.
Jumping off, he roared:
"Incoming!"
"NOOOOO!" was the unison cry of the victims,
before the water engulfed them.
Jubilee reacted swiftly, hooking her finger into one of the laces on Logan's jeans, even as she hit the
surface, while grabbing hold of Storm's hand and attaching it to the ridge.
Ororo instantly picked up her idea, and jerked the
button and zip of his shorts open, while Jubilee tried to pull them off.
Logan realized what they were up to, he tried to struggle free and keep his shorts on at the same
time,
but he felt them slipping to his knees, exposing his crotch to the girls.
Ororo actually forgot to hold her breath, and Jubilee gasped,
choked, and shot up to the surface, where she coughed up several pints of water.
Meanwhile, Storm and Logan had also risen for air, Ororo still silent in awe.
He glared at them, his look equally annoy, embarrassment and-pride?
"Ya happy now?" he growled, but couldn't keep from grinning.
Ororo and Jubilee blinked at him, at each other,
then back at him, then a wry smile grew on Storm's face,
as she held up a certain piece of clothing.
"I got his hot pants!" she yelled, letting a gust of wind carry her out of Logan's and harm's reach.
The feral stared at her, dumb folded, then turned to Jubilee.
Alas, she had already swam to safety and deserted the pool.
Facing him, she winked, stuck out her tongue and then ran off, laughing challengingly.
'So what,' Logan thought,
'I'll spend the day in the pool, and sneak back in, when it's dark.'
A wolfish grin crossed his features.
"Jus' wait, till ya see, what I got in store fer your unmentionables!"
Yes, Felidae finally made-what?(Turns to her muses):
Yesh, I am a web-dummy, what's it to you? At least I managed to post a story, didn't I?
We had quiet a bad summer.
This is how this naughty piece of silliness came to happen.
Hope you'll like it!
Disclaimer: Uhh, I think, we all know it by heart, don't we? Standard.
Reviews: Yes, yes, yes, pweeeeeeaaaaaaaaase!!!
Pool hunt
The last days of July were perfect for lingering around the pool, and since even the enemy seemed
to have taken a vacation, the collective X-Men were gathered around the water.
The tension ran as high as the temperature,
yet the heat burned out every desire for a fight.
Barbeques, cold drinks and the hottest swimsuits this side of nudity were more important matters.
Jubilee, who had checked in from college, happily joined in the holiday custom.
Placing her towel on a dry spot near the pool, she had talked Storm,
who lay relaxed in a fold chair, into a game she named "Pool Posing".
The rules were rather simple:
Check out every hunk on the beach(as it were),
and give points for swimsuit cut and colour, water dripping down rippling peculiars, shades,
sunrays reflecting from bulging muscles, and, of course-butts.
At first, Ororo would have none of this, but soon took interest, when she noticed the guys parading
around.
First prey was Bishop, who wore a black thong, showing a red, circled 'X' on the most delicate
spot.
Hank sported plain white shorts, that perfectly matched his matted, blue fur,
Bobby strolled around in something, that simply denied description and was wearing a straw hat.
Scott wore classic shaped red pants with three blue stripes on the right hip,
and Warren had settled for skin-tight, mid-thigh, blue-on-black shorts.
"I think, I will vote for Neal," Storm sighed,
"at least, he displays some sense of style-unlike Gambit.
Just where did my brother find these atrocity? Purple Bermudas with yellow and pink flowers?!?"
She sneered delicately, and Jubilee nodded agreeing.
"Yeah, like totally yucked out. Anyway, I vote for Wolvie!"
Storm, not really surprised by this, queried:
"And why is that?"
Jubilee huffed.
"Just squint your eyes, 'kay?"
Wolverine hefted himself out of the pool, water running down each well-defined muscle and hairy
speck of his body,
collecting at the seam of his viciously short, cut-off jeans, which fit him like a second skin.
Absent-minded, Ororo picked up a stray of her long, white hair,
as her gaze ran over Logan's broad shoulders, hairy chest and well-defined pecs.
"I can see, what you mean", she hushed,
but Jubilee was to engrossed in gawking to answer.
Logan walked up to them, frowning at their dazed expressions.
"What's up?" he asked, quirking a brow.
Jubilee blinked, then said with her sweetest smile:
"We just wondered, with all your hair draining the water from the pool, will there be enough left for
swimming?"
He closed the distance, crouched between them-
and shook his head vehemently, spraying water all over the girls.
Screeching and yelping, Storm and Jubilee tried to squirm away,
but a steel-like arm around their collective waists interrupted their escape.
"I think, you girls need to COOL OFF!" he bellowed, pressing them close to his body.
Storm gasped, and Jubilee shrieked:
"Leggo! Leggo! Leggo! You're like totally icy, you mean old lug!"
She popped a handful of bright, cold pafs in his face at the same time, Ororo struck him with a tiny
lightning bolt.
Bad idea.
Electrocuting a wet, adamantium-laced feral is not likely to lighten his mood.
Swerving around, Logan grabbed his hostages firmly and growled:
"You two are gonna go down, hard!"
He ran for the pool, despite the women's pleas and struggles.
Jumping off, he roared:
"Incoming!"
"NOOOOO!" was the unison cry of the victims,
before the water engulfed them.
Jubilee reacted swiftly, hooking her finger into one of the laces on Logan's jeans, even as she hit the
surface, while grabbing hold of Storm's hand and attaching it to the ridge.
Ororo instantly picked up her idea, and jerked the
button and zip of his shorts open, while Jubilee tried to pull them off.
Logan realized what they were up to, he tried to struggle free and keep his shorts on at the same
time,
but he felt them slipping to his knees, exposing his crotch to the girls.
Ororo actually forgot to hold her breath, and Jubilee gasped,
choked, and shot up to the surface, where she coughed up several pints of water.
Meanwhile, Storm and Logan had also risen for air, Ororo still silent in awe.
He glared at them, his look equally annoy, embarrassment and-pride?
"Ya happy now?" he growled, but couldn't keep from grinning.
Ororo and Jubilee blinked at him, at each other,
then back at him, then a wry smile grew on Storm's face,
as she held up a certain piece of clothing.
"I got his hot pants!" she yelled, letting a gust of wind carry her out of Logan's and harm's reach.
The feral stared at her, dumb folded, then turned to Jubilee.
Alas, she had already swam to safety and deserted the pool.
Facing him, she winked, stuck out her tongue and then ran off, laughing challengingly.
'So what,' Logan thought,
'I'll spend the day in the pool, and sneak back in, when it's dark.'
A wolfish grin crossed his features.
"Jus' wait, till ya see, what I got in store fer your unmentionables!"