*-
Oh my, I all but forgot about this here story...Sorry about the delay, folks!
Again, Standard disclaimer, nothing is mine, and it's-(pulls out a bazooka)
"If you freakin' babies don't turn around this very second, I'm gonna tell your mommies!"
*Ahem.*
Where was I? Oh yeah, it's still 'R'-rated, so don't stay if you ain't(points gun at terrified kid)
"Are you deaf and dumb? Bug off, I said! No children allowed!"
*Cough.*
Yes, well, legal it is, isn't it? Yeah. Legal. So if you are, enjoy.
If you aren't..I still have that spare coffin somewhere...
***************************************************************
Err..say, what's that?
Smiling, Ororo walked softly through the underbrush of the forest.
Could it be, that Logan had come to his senses and realized, she was a woman, too?
Why else should he have commented on her old gown, if not because of adoring her formidable
figure?
'Perhaps he has finally gotten over Jean and is ready to take a chance on me.'
With those happy(and about three dozen very dirty) thoughts, Storm continued on her way.
*-
Jubilee, meanwhile, displayed al the typical behaviours of a horny cat.
She purred, mewled, twisted and rolled in Logan's arms and did a very good job at trying to
wrap herself around him.
The feral, however, still a little dazed, stood there like a deer caught in the headlines.
Finally, he managed to croak:
"Uhh..J-Jubes?"
"Yes..mmrrrrr...?" Sultry was to weak a word to describe Jubilee's voice.
"Aren't ya a lil'..well, ya know, forward? I mean, not that I'm complai-eeeep!"
Wolverine's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, when Jubilee's hand landed on his crotch
and started kneading in a very placative and throughout demanding manner.
And rolled back in his head, when she opened the zipper.
*-
Tenderly, Storm reached for the silky, white flower smiling down on her from a nearby bush.
Holding the stem, she tried to brake off the blossom.
It didn't budge.
Frowning, she pulled harder.
The bush shook, but the flower had no intention to let loose.
Slowly loosing her temper, Ororo teared with all her might, when-
"Crack! Snap! Thud! Ayyeeee! Smack!"
Apparently, the old sycamore had used the smaller bush for support, and, its foothold
weakened, it came crushing down towards a certain terrified weather goddess.
Luckily, she was only grazed by a massive branch and thrown several yards away, where she
connected painfully with an oak and went out like a light.
*-
'Huh, when'd' I land on my back? Oh well...'
Logan's thought drifted off, when his eyes fell on the beautiful woman straddled on his bare
chest, making a nice show of pulling her top off.
Silver caught a ray of sun, and Logan suddenly had the urge, to play with the thin chain.
Bad idea.
Because Jubilee shrieked in pain, glared at him-
and used her fingernails to pierce his 'jewelry'.
*-
Swearing silently to herself, Storm vowed, never ever to touch wildflowers again, and if it
were the most beautiful of orchides.
Her head rang like a bell, her limbs were scratched and the big, purple bruise on her butt
didn't add to her beauty either.
Oh well, she was sure, Logan would not be bothered by that, after all, her face, chest
and..important parts had gone unscorched.
Storm mused idly, if and what he would be adding to her collection of marks.
And blushed furiously, when she imagined a whole different kind of marking.
*-
Logan finally understood the advantages of gymnastics.
The way Jubilee bent back, one leg on the ground, the other in the air, giving him a nice view,
he quickly forgot the pain in his loin, staring and drooling uncontrollably.
She somersaulted, flipped, and landed in a very graceful split.
A low growl was all the warning she got, before she was pounced and thrown on her back.
The split remained for quiet a while, though nowhere near as graceful as before.
*-
With slightly messed up hair, Storm stepped from between the trees onto the clearing.
And then her jaw hit the forest floor.
Because there, sprawled between herbs and honeysuckle, Jubilee did exactly what Storm had
been fantasizing about for the past eighteen minutes or so.
Only a whole lot wilder.
And embarassingly loud.
*-
*****************************************************************************
Hey, hey, don't leave, there's more to it...
Oh my, I all but forgot about this here story...Sorry about the delay, folks!
Again, Standard disclaimer, nothing is mine, and it's-(pulls out a bazooka)
"If you freakin' babies don't turn around this very second, I'm gonna tell your mommies!"
*Ahem.*
Where was I? Oh yeah, it's still 'R'-rated, so don't stay if you ain't(points gun at terrified kid)
"Are you deaf and dumb? Bug off, I said! No children allowed!"
*Cough.*
Yes, well, legal it is, isn't it? Yeah. Legal. So if you are, enjoy.
If you aren't..I still have that spare coffin somewhere...
***************************************************************
Err..say, what's that?
Smiling, Ororo walked softly through the underbrush of the forest.
Could it be, that Logan had come to his senses and realized, she was a woman, too?
Why else should he have commented on her old gown, if not because of adoring her formidable
figure?
'Perhaps he has finally gotten over Jean and is ready to take a chance on me.'
With those happy(and about three dozen very dirty) thoughts, Storm continued on her way.
*-
Jubilee, meanwhile, displayed al the typical behaviours of a horny cat.
She purred, mewled, twisted and rolled in Logan's arms and did a very good job at trying to
wrap herself around him.
The feral, however, still a little dazed, stood there like a deer caught in the headlines.
Finally, he managed to croak:
"Uhh..J-Jubes?"
"Yes..mmrrrrr...?" Sultry was to weak a word to describe Jubilee's voice.
"Aren't ya a lil'..well, ya know, forward? I mean, not that I'm complai-eeeep!"
Wolverine's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, when Jubilee's hand landed on his crotch
and started kneading in a very placative and throughout demanding manner.
And rolled back in his head, when she opened the zipper.
*-
Tenderly, Storm reached for the silky, white flower smiling down on her from a nearby bush.
Holding the stem, she tried to brake off the blossom.
It didn't budge.
Frowning, she pulled harder.
The bush shook, but the flower had no intention to let loose.
Slowly loosing her temper, Ororo teared with all her might, when-
"Crack! Snap! Thud! Ayyeeee! Smack!"
Apparently, the old sycamore had used the smaller bush for support, and, its foothold
weakened, it came crushing down towards a certain terrified weather goddess.
Luckily, she was only grazed by a massive branch and thrown several yards away, where she
connected painfully with an oak and went out like a light.
*-
'Huh, when'd' I land on my back? Oh well...'
Logan's thought drifted off, when his eyes fell on the beautiful woman straddled on his bare
chest, making a nice show of pulling her top off.
Silver caught a ray of sun, and Logan suddenly had the urge, to play with the thin chain.
Bad idea.
Because Jubilee shrieked in pain, glared at him-
and used her fingernails to pierce his 'jewelry'.
*-
Swearing silently to herself, Storm vowed, never ever to touch wildflowers again, and if it
were the most beautiful of orchides.
Her head rang like a bell, her limbs were scratched and the big, purple bruise on her butt
didn't add to her beauty either.
Oh well, she was sure, Logan would not be bothered by that, after all, her face, chest
and..important parts had gone unscorched.
Storm mused idly, if and what he would be adding to her collection of marks.
And blushed furiously, when she imagined a whole different kind of marking.
*-
Logan finally understood the advantages of gymnastics.
The way Jubilee bent back, one leg on the ground, the other in the air, giving him a nice view,
he quickly forgot the pain in his loin, staring and drooling uncontrollably.
She somersaulted, flipped, and landed in a very graceful split.
A low growl was all the warning she got, before she was pounced and thrown on her back.
The split remained for quiet a while, though nowhere near as graceful as before.
*-
With slightly messed up hair, Storm stepped from between the trees onto the clearing.
And then her jaw hit the forest floor.
Because there, sprawled between herbs and honeysuckle, Jubilee did exactly what Storm had
been fantasizing about for the past eighteen minutes or so.
Only a whole lot wilder.
And embarassingly loud.
*-
*****************************************************************************
Hey, hey, don't leave, there's more to it...