Age Of Onslaught Part 17/37 Nightcrawler bamfed to the top of the mast, clutching onto the wood with his three fingered hand. His ability to stick to surfaces kept him secured firmly as he leaned dangerously forward to look out at the view. "LAND HO!" he roared, a huge smile splitting his face. Down on deck, standing at the helm, Mystique couldn't help but smile. "He's always wanted to say that," she murmured to herself, then turned to look at Wanda and Pietro. "Yonder lies Avalon," she said with a grand sweeping gesture towards the horizon, where the shore was still not visible from this low point. "Do you think Magnet.... Magnus is there?" she asked her brother. He shrugged, he knew what his sister was thinking, he was trying not to think the same thing himself, to set himself up for disappointment. Ever since discovering Magneto was their father, they had been at odds with him and his methods. They had never been able to reconcile with him, never were able to relate to him as parents and children should. They already knew from Bishop that in the Age Of Apocalypse things had been different. Pietro and Magneto had had a strong, stable and loving relationship, Wanda had been a part of that too, a part of the family until her untimely death. In this new Age Of Apocalypse there existed the possibility that the father they should have had and always wanted might be on this Island. BAMF! With a smell of brimstone, Kurt returned to deck, still smiling but more serious now. "A number of outrigger canoes are coming out from the shore, to greet us I hope." They could see the shore now, and small dots that must have been the outriggers. Wanda used her hex abilities to enhance her vision, getting a much clearer view of the canoes, her heart skipped a beat when she saw the massive figure hunched at the front of the lead canoe, which was also the largest. "Pietro," she said,"The lead canoe has Cain Marko in it." "Who?" asked Kurt. "The Juggernaut?" Quicksilver told him, thinking Cain might go under his codename in this Universe. "Never heard of him," said Mystique,"Bad news?" "Possibly, he's absolutely, totally indestructible," said Wanda,"He is susceptible to telepathic attacks when he's not wearing his armor, and he's not wearing it right now." "One thing I've learned," Mystique said,"Is that nobody is as indestructible as they think." The canoes came closer and closer as their own ship moved forward, when the inhabitants were clearly in sight, Mystique ordered the anchor lowered. The outriggers pulled up to within shouting distance. "Welcome to Avalon!" cried Cain, standing up (much to the consternation of the handful of crew operating the machine, as the ship rocked back and forth as he lifted his bulk),"All are welcome here who bring no harm or evil with them." "Hail!" cried Kurt, the easy-going, charming grin crossing his face again,"We have come from the outside world to find refuge here, my Mother and I are friends with an inhabitant of this fair island... perhaps you have heard of her? Destiny?" Cain's eyes narrowed slightly,"None know of Destiny, are you spies?" Mystique stood up next to Nightcrawler,"Enough of this nonsense, Irene was.... is, my closest and oldest friend. My name is Raven Darkholme, I'm hear to see her for information about my guests." Wanda and Pietro stepped forward, coming into view of Cain and the dark-skinned sailors for the first time. Before they could speak, a collective gasp rose up from the sailors and they dropped to their knees, lowering heads. Cain stared in shock at them, then his face changed from grim indifference to joyous, religious exultation. "The Children Of Magnus!" he cried, and then he too fell to his knees.... and prompty overturned the canoe. - Dazzler grunted. "You seem discontent," said a voice from directly behind her, she jumped slightly, she hadn't known anyone was there. Turning about she still found herself facing nothing, the bonfire she'd been staring into had made the darkness darker. "Whose there?" she growled. "Calm down, fraulein," said the voice again, and the blue furred figure of Kurt Darkholme emerged from the darkness,"I find your discontent refreshing, everyone here is so..." he didn't continue, struggling to find the right words. "Happy?" asked Alison, a small, sardonic smile crossing her face. "Ya, ya!" he laughed, staring at the dancing figures around the bonfire. The celebration was both a welcome for the new visitors and a way of dealing with the excitement that the appearance of 'The Children Of Magnus' had inspired,"Happy, they are all so.... happy!" "Things here are just so perfect, it's unnerving," she commented, reaching unconsciously for her lower pocket for cigarettes that were no longer there. Her hand clawed at the pocket, then hung limp there when she realized there were none. "What's the big deal about these guys anyway?" she said to Kurt,"I mean, so their Daddy was Magnus? I mean, I sometimes wonder if the guy was all he was made out to be, you know?" Kurt's smile faded somewhat, then returned full force. "I am a firm believer myself, but nothing like this," he gestured at the bonfire, where some of the people were making a speech to an uncomfortable looking Quicksilver and Scarlet Witch, pledging their loyalty to them and their father,"Religious fervor of this nature can be dangerous, a lot of people have killed and murdered in the name of religion.... just look at the Madri." The Madri were Apocalypse's torture masters, spies and when necessary his security force. They were totally loyal to him and absolutely immune to infiltration from rebel or Eurasian forces. This was because every Madri was the same person - Jamie Madrox - whose mutant ability was to form a duplicate of himself whenever exposed to kinetic energy, e.g if he was punched in the face or smacked his fist into his palm he would form a duplicate next to him. The original Madrox was kept in a top-secret location and it was suspected that he was totally mad due to the genetic tinkering performed on him by McCoy to increase his duplicating limit. If the original Madrox could be killed, every Madri would be wiped out, which was why he was kept hidden but always healthy. Alison took a closer look at Kurt, seeing for the first time past his blue fur and the red tattoo over his left eye. He was a dashing, good looking figure. Standing there in his dark, baggy pants, tied off below the knees and the open white t-shirt exposing his lean, muscular chest. That combined with his easygoing, charming smile and his shoulder length, blue-black hair made him look like nothing so much as a swashbuckler from the history books... back when history books had still been readily accessible. She smiled at him almost shyly, then - never being one to beat around the bush - said. "Say, apparently they put up a new building everytime someone new arrives, and mine and yours won't be ready yet... there's no point in using up two tents, wanna spend the night in mine?" Kurt cast an appraising look over her in a split second, short blond hair, large, firm and rounded breasts. A skinny waist curving out to shapely hips and long, toned legs. "Nothing I'd like better," he told her,"But tonight I just wanna enjoy being here, you know? I've never been anywhere so beautiful before, somewhere where the smell of death doesn't permeate everything, where you don't have to be constantly looking over your shoulder." "Sure, sure," she said too fast, trying to hide her disappointment. He turned and left, disappearing into the shadows. She was about to step away when she heard footsteps and he reappeared from the darkness. "Hmmmm?" she asked. "I don't know what I was thinking," he said with a grin,"Your tent or mine?" She grinned, linked her arm with his and led the way to her tent. And as they walked, Mystique - disguised as her son, Nightcrawler - wondered just what the hell her son - who was even now smelling the flowers - had been thinking. - Still, - she thought, - Waste not, want not. - - This was the bit Mystique had been worrying about, getting into the tent was the first step, staying there was going to be more difficult. She was capable of shapeshifting into the form of someone right down to the retinas of their eyelids. She could shift and change her molecules to expand and elongate her bodyparts. She could, therefore, flatten her breasts and expand her chest, slide the curves out of her hips and make her ass appear more muscular. She could even form a passable penis and testicles, and fuck with them if necessary. But she really didn't enjoy that as much, if she was going to be with another woman, she wanted it to be as a woman, and preferably in her own shape since hard, physical sex usually made it more difficult to maintain the false form she had taken on. She decided to do things the quickest way and hope for the best. Dazzler turned around, ready to say something wry and witty, to make Kurt laugh. But Kurt wasn't there. His mother, Raven, was. "Uh?" said Dazzler. "Hello," said Mystique, smiling and shrugging. "Uh," said Dazzler. "Let me explain," Raven said. "That should be interesting," replied Dazzler. "I uh... noticed you, talking to my son, and he's never known a good thing when he sees it. I saw the need in your eyes, your body language, I know what you want." "And what's that?" Dazzler asked, bemused. Like many people, she liked to think that her actions, her thoughts and her way of thinking were an enigma to other people. But to someone like Mystique, who had trained herself to notice every gesture, to notice every action and movement that was unique to a person so that she could copy it, it was easy to get into someones head. "To put it bluntly, you need sex," she said,"Good, hard and meaningless... you don't want a relationship, you just need a good fuck." Dazzler was somewhat taken aback. "And what if that's true?" she asked,"How ccould you help if that was the case?" "Oh come on," laughed Mystique,"You're telling me you've never done it with another woman?" "NO!" cried Alison,"That's just.... well it's just not right." "You're lying," said Raven with a confident smile,"I can tell you know? The way you tugged on your ear, your eyes shifting slightly to the right. Who was it? Why did you do it? Did you enjoy it?" Alison drew herself in righteous indignation, then sagged down. What was the point in denying it? She may as well get it off her chest now. "I made the mistake of passing through the New York area," she said,"I was set n by some slavers and even though I put up a good fight I was captured. They were planning to take me through California and sell me to something called Deviant Branch in Los Angeles Island." "One of the slavers was a woman?" asked Mystique. "No, they were all men, led by a freaky mutant calling itself Toad... he's the reason it happened. One night they were playing some kind of drinking game, one of the prisoners would be the prize. Other nights it had been other girls, tonight it was my turn. They were well out of their faces when suddenly the door of their little shack burst open and she walked in." "She?" "Her name was Domino, she was a mutant as well with pure white skin and a little black patch around one eye. She walked in alone with one gun and took on all fifteen of them and didn't even get a scratch on her. She killed fourteen and captured Toad alive, some Infinites arrived not long after and took him away, then she turned her attention to the captive. She told us we'd be sent to the pens and they all started bleating and moaning, begging to be set free. She paid them no attention, but she was staring at me strangely, perhaps because I was the only mutant there, the only one with a Negation Collar. She told me that if I did something for her she'd let me go, said she'd been impressed by the way I didn't beg for help. I asked her what she wanted and she said she wanted my body. I didn't understand at first but she made it very clear after that and I felt like, you know, what choice did I have?" "So you did it? You slept with her?" "Yes," said Dazzler,"Although to put it more like it was, she fucked me." "And did you like it?" Dazzler couldn't understand why it was this woman was able to make her say things she'd never intened to reveal, still, why stop now? "I felt like I would have, but she was so domineering, so in control that I felt like I wasn't supposed to, it's not something I want to go through again. Mystique said nothing, she just stepped forward and cupped Alison's cheek in her hand, lifting her face up to stare into her eyes. She leaned forward and kissed the blonde mutant, pressing their lips together and sliding her tongue into the other womans mouth. After a few moments, Alison relaxed and allowed the kiss to continue. When Mystique broke away, she smiled at Dazzler. "Did you enjoy that?" she asked the blonde beauty. Alison hesitated only a second before replying,"Yes." They closed together. - Cain stood at the base of Highpoint Hill, staring down at the bonfire by the shore where the inhabitants of Avalon were celebrating having the Children Of Magnus amongst them. Cain's own heart was lifted with joy, he felt light as a feather despite his giant musculature. But his expression was grim, his huge arms crossed over his massive chest, his job was to keep people away from Destiny while she meditated, she was not to be disturbed by anyone while this happened. At the top of the hill, Destiny - Irene Adler - stood completely still, not moving a muscle, not blinking and repeated the litany over and over again. "Processing new instructions, please wait. Processing new instructions, please wait. Processing new instructions, please wait." - Alison and Raven stood naked, holding each others bodies close together. Their large breasts - Dazzler's were milky white and Mystique's blue - mashed together erect nipples rubbing against each other, sending thrills through their respective chests. Raven ran her arms up and down Alison's back, straying down her lower back and coming close to her firm, rounded buttocks before sliding back up towards her shoulders. She couldn't get over how firm Mystique's tits were, especially considering their size. Also she was remarkably youthful looking and her body firmed and toned considering she had a son in his twenties - around Alison's age. She could only assume that Mystique's control over her bodies shape allowed her to look young no matter how old she got. The two mutant women were both moving their bodies against each other, feeling their breasts rub hard against the others. Mystique bent her neck down and lightly bit into the side of Alison's neck, surprising the blonde beauty and sending a thrill through her body. The blue skinned mutant moved her mouth up the side of Alison's neck, lightly kissing up the fair skin towards her face. "I promise," the red haired woman whispered,"That you will enjoy this." Alison went to say something, decided not to ruin the moment and shut her mouth again. But they only stayed closed a second, then Mystique was leaning forward and kissing her again, quick light kisses. Kissing her upper lip, then her lower, then around the sides of her mouth before finally returning and kissing her fully, passionately. Not even her beloved Paris had kissed her like this, Dazzler's mind was racing along, jabbering wildly about how good it felt even as it said that this was wrong. She ignored both protest and analysis and just went with it, sliding her own tongue past Raven's and slipping it into her unexpected lover's mouth. Her arms came up and her hands slid through Mystique's bright red hair while Mystique's ran down Alison's back and grabbed her firm, white asscheeks, squeezing them tightly. Moving backwards, not breaking the kiss, the came to the small stretcher Alison had planned to seduce Nightcrawler on. Raven finally broke the kiss and without a word being said, lowered Alison down onto the bunk. Sliding on top of the blonde mutant's body she smiled warmly at her and kissed her again. - She began to move her her body up and down against Alison's, their tits pushing against each other, their pussy's trying vainly to connect together but being held back by their hips and thighs. Mystique came up with the solution by sliding slightly to the side, allowing her thigh to lower and rest against Alison's cunt, while Alison could now raise hers and press it against Mystique's red haired pussy. They once again began to rub up and down, sliding their bodies over the other's, their shapely long legs stimulating each others erect clits as their breasts pressed firmly together and their tongues tasted the insides of their mouths. When the kiss broke and Mystique raised her head slightly, a thin stream of saliva between their lips continued to connect them. Mystique then moved down slightly and lowered her open mouth to her neck, kissing her their briefly, letting the saliva run down Alison's neck, she continued on down, sliding her wet mouth down to Alison's large breasts and sucking on her erect nipples. As she did so she had to move her leg at an angle to keep it between Alison's soaking pussylips. Alison also changed the angle, liking the wet heat pressing against her thigh. The two beautiful women began to move faster now, sliding up and down, causing the friction to grow and grow. Suddenly, Mystique arched her back up high, causing Alison's tits to jump and bounce at the sudden movement, enjoying the feeling as her own large tits bounced as well. She began to rub her thigh against Alison's cuntlips, the angle her leg was now on simply increased the pressure (and hence the pleasure) on Alison's dripping snatch. Then, without warning she lifted her whole body up, balancing her entire weight on her hands, and spun about. Suddenly Alison found herself in a '69' position, staring straight up at Mystique's red pussy hair, the shaven cuntlips and inside the pink innerflesh. - Wow, we're all pink on the inside, - she thought to herself, then wondered where that had come from. Mystique obviously wasn't too concerned about the innerworkings of Dazzler's pussy, because she promptly buried her face between Alison's legs and began grinding against the blonde's bare cuntlips. Not wanting to be left behind, and exhilarated by the thought and feeling of having another woman's face shoved in her lap, Alison reached up, grabbed Raven's ass and began to make quick darting motions with her tongue into Mystique's cunt. She had to lift her head to do it and as she progressed found to difficult to keep it up, especially with the added distraction of having Mystique's lips wrapped around her clit, sucking like mad on her lovebutton. Being a considerate lover when she had to be, Mystique lowered her ass slightly, therefore allowing Alison to plunge her her face up into the blue skinned mutant's cunt. As she did so she squealed in pleasure at the feelings racing through her lap, this in turn caused Mystique to moan in pleasure at the vibrations running through her pussy. Alison's moans, groans and also the movements of her mouth as she attempted to eat out Mystique caused her chin to rub up and down against Raven's erect clitoris and this was having it's affect on the red haired beauty. Alison came first, and this caused Mystique to stop holding back and she too came. Alison screamed in pleasure into Raven's cunt, bucking her hips wildly up into Mystique's face, grinding her gushing cunt into her lovers face. Her tits squashed and shook against Mystique's waist and the added friction and pleasure caused Mystique to let go. She came hard, her juices exploding out of her cunt and down over Alison's face, running into her mouth, down her cheeks, through her hair, coating the beautiful mutant with her juices. She pulled her own dripping face out of Alison's cunt and squealed out in delight, grinding her pussy down into Dazzler's face, and then she collapsed onto her female lover. After catching her breath she rolled off of Alison and collapsed to the floor by the bunk, panting hard, her sweaty breasts rising and falling rapidly. On the bunk, Alison lay in a sweaty heap, her legs spread wide, arms hanging over the bunk's sides. Her face was shining from a mixture of sweat and pussyjuices, her short blond hair was sticking up at all angles, held in place by the wet, stickiness of female cum. Soon Mystique sat up, crawled forward on all fours and leaned over to kiss Alison lightly on the mouth, tasting her own cum. "Did you enjoy that?" she asked, smiling. "I've wasted my life," moaned Dazzler with a satisfied grin,"I could have been doing this for years." Mystique chuckled, running one finger around Alison's nipples,"So is there anything else I can do for you?" "Just one thing," moaned Dazzler, still smiling in satisfaction. "Anything, just name it." Alison sat up, taking on a serious, longing look. "You wouldn't happen to have a cigarette, would you?" - Finally Quicksilver and The Scarlet Witch found themselves left alone, it seemed as if every resident of Avalon had come to thank them just for being born, to ask for blessings or tell them about dreams they'd had. Mystique had left after Cain had told them that Destiny was meditating at Highpoint Hill and could not be disturbed by anyone short of Magnus himself. Nightcrawler had faded into the shadows not long after, although Wanda thought she had seen him wondering off with Alison Blaire, whom she'd recognized as a member of the X-Men from her world. "This is all so much," she said to her brother,"This whole place, Avalon, seems almost too good to be true. Everything is so green and beautiful, the people so friendly, humans and mutants living in utter peace and harmony." "It is too good to be true," muttered Quicksilver quietly, then turned to face his sister,"Tell me, do you remember what happened when we went to The Mariner's tower?" "We had some cool drinks, he gave Mystique directions to get to Avalon and we left," she told him,"Why?" "I remember that as well," he said,"But it's all wrong." "How?" "It's probably because of my accelerated senses, but I can tell the difference between seeing something real with my eyes and having information beamed directly to my brain." "I'm not sure I understand?" "It's like watching one of those old flick machines that animated an image, you could tell it was a series of pictures rather than something real because of a slight flicker between each movement. I've been seeing something similar to that ever since we drank the liquid at The Mariners." "What are you saying, Pietro?" asked Wanda, already guessing but hoping it wasn't true. He frowned,"I'm saying that this, all this," he gestured with his arm, taking in everything around them,"The land, the bonfire, maybe even the people, are a computer generated image... Avalon is nothing more than a Virtual Reality Simulation."