Age Of Onslaught Part 36/37 Jubilee moaned in pleasure, her hands cupping Monet's head as the usually prim and proper mutant beauty lapped at her hot young teammates cunt. "Yes M!" she cried,"Suck it, suck on my clit!" M wondered again how she'd gotten herself into this situation. It had probably all started just before there adventure in Limbo, when The White Queen had manipulated her mind to make her more agreeable to Jubilee's advances. (*) After their adventures in Limbo with the New Mutants Monet had at first been more than agreeable to making love to Jubilee whenever Husk wasn't about. Then she had found herself falling into a less dominant role, becoming more and more a slave to the whims of the young mallrat. Deciding to break this habit, she lifted her face from Jubilee's cunt, cum dripping from her lips and down her chin. "Huh?" moaned Jubilee,"M?" Monet grinned and began crawling up the bed, her breasts (about the same size as Jubilees but not as plump and rounded, more perky) running up Jubilee's stomach, over her own breasts. Their erect nipples, Monet's dark ones and Jubilee's bright ones, brushed against each other and M was really getting off on the way Jubilee was trying not to look surprised or concerned at this unexpected turn of events. She was face to face with Jubilee now, and leaning forward she kissed her lightly on the lips. They'd kissed before, but usually it was in the throes of passion, forcing tongues down each others throats. They'd never kissed like that before. "M? What...?" she asked, but before she could continue M leaned forward again and kissed her more passionately, slipping her tongue into her mouth. Jubilees arms slid down Monet's back as she kissed her lover, a girl whom she had detested when they first met. She cupped Monet's firm asscheeks squeezed gently. Their breasts were rubbing nicely against each other, Jubilee's softer, plumper ones seemingly absorbing M's firmer ones, the mounds of young tit-flesh pressing hard against each other. M moved her legs slightly, sliding one thigh down between Jubilee's own, her leg now firmly pressing against Jubilee's dripping wet pussy. She began sliding it up and down, one hand around the back of Jubilee's head, the other now under her waist, feeling herself up, wanking her tight little cunt. Jubilee moaned happily, sucking on M's tongue inside her mouth, the feelings of their tits rubbing against each other, the thigh rubbing up and down against her clitoris, juices flooding from her pussy. M was getting off on the more dominant control she had over their lovemaking, she could feel her own juices flowing, running down over her fingers and down onto Jubilee's stomach. They broke their kiss and smiled at each other, looking into each other's eyes as they approached orgasm. "I'm going to cum," moaned Jubilee as M's thigh rubbed up and down against her clitoris. "Go ahead," grinned M,"I'll cum right along with you!" "WHAT!" Monet and Jubilee's heads twisted about and M cursed her own foolishness for not hearing the approach. Standing in the doorway, staring at the two naked, sweaty eighteen year old females was Husk and Chamber. Chamber couldn't speak telepathically as normal because of the flux of the astral plane, but the look of shock was clear to see. M wondered if he'd be jerking off to a new fantasy tonight. "I don't believe this," gasped Husk,"We gotta.... we gotta...." "Gotta what?" asked M, sitting up on top of Jubilee's naked body, staring at the Southern mutant in disdain,"What are you going to do about it, Guthrie?" Paige was at a loss for words, she looked to Chamber for guidance, but with the temporal flux of the astral plane, he couldn't say a word. "I am bisexual," snapped M,"So is Lee, do you have a problem with that? We're both consenting adults, free to do with our bodies what we choose." She slid off the bed and stood up, walking towards Paige, who took an involuntary step backwards. "Or perhaps you're frightened by your own sexuality?" she asked. "Wha... what? That's ridiculous?" gasped Husk. "Really?" laughed M, pushing her face forward into Paige's so they were only half an inch apart,"All those times in the shower together you never looked at me or Jubilation's body and wondered what it would be like?" Jubilee had grabbed a sheet and pulled it up to her nose, she switched her gaze frantically from M's naked ass, to Husk's protesting face, to Chamber's shocked eyes. "What....? No, I never..... I mean I...." stammered Paige to M, who smiled in arrogant satisfaction. She reached out with a finger and pressed it against Paige's lips. "I may not have my telepathy any longer," she said,"But I can read the signs, it's perfectly natural, you don't have to fear your feelings." "But... but I don't feel that way," whispered Husk, staring into M's eyes. "Then why are you longing to kiss me so much?" she asked her,"To run your tongue over my...." - Because ye're using yer psychic powers to manipulate the poor gel, - snapped Chamber. "What?" cried Husk, breaking M's gaze and making her curse angrily, her psychic hold broken..... her psychic hold? "Jono!" cried Husk,"Yah talked!" she slipped back into her southern accent in her excitement. - Yeah, - muttered Chamber, - I just suddenly sensed M was using her telepathic powers on ye.... although in her defense I don't think she realized. - "My telepathy is back," muttered M, forgetting all about the rather embarrassing situation she'd just found herself in,"How?" "So you and Jubilee are lovers?" asked Paige. Jubilee moaned in humiliation and pulled the sheets over her head. Suddenly Monet smiled. - What did you want in here again, gel? - Chamber asked Husk. "Can't remember," she said,"Come on, we'll go back down to your room, you can play me that new song of yours on your guitar." They turned and left the room, as they got to the door Husk cried out. "JONO! YOU TALKED!" - Well, so I did, - replied Chamber. "Come on, let's go tell Mr. Cassidy!" Jubilee's eyes peered out over the sheet. "What'd you do?" she asked M. "Removed the memory," Monet replied, turning and grinning at Jubilee,"Then psionically masked our presence, don't worry, with my telepathy back no one will catch us by surprise again." She whipped the sheet from the bed and leaped back onto it, straddling the young mutants thighs. (*) - Herald Of Armageddon, available upon request at - dimitri_resides@hotmail.com Also the limbo story will be written by me sometime soon in the future. Cyclops and The Invisible Woman found themselves floating in whiteness. "Cyclops?" she asked,"Where are we?" "I don't know," he said,"Where are the others?" "They have returned to Earth," said Warlock, appearing in the white space,"My own companions have returned to Monster Island, where hopefully my colleague, Gamora, has returned to her flesh and blood form." "Why are we here?" asked Susan. "The two of you have the closest links to Onslaught's captives," said Warlock,"I would have brought Quicksilver or The Scarlet Witch as well, but they bear little love for their father." "Are we on the astral plane?" asked Cyclops. "Close, this is more of a mystical plane," said Warlock,"I've brought you here to witness the birth of Onslaught, so that you can know how to defeat him." "Well then tell us," said Susan, she wanted to see her husband and her brother again. "It's not that simple," replied Warlock,"I have to remain a neutral player in this, my job was to repair the alterations to the Universe. I've done my part, Eternity cares little for the fate of Earth's inhabitants now that the timestream has been repaired, neither will Roma - Guardian of the Multiverse... it's up to you." "I don't understand," started Cyclops, then Warlock waved a hand the mutant found themselves in a familiar location - Magneto's floating space station, Avalon. It was their final confrontation with Magneto before he gained his cosmic powers (*) and tried to insinuate himself into the Earth's electro-magnetic spectrum (**). Wolverine's adamantium had just been ripped from his body, and as Scott and Susan watched, Xavier launched a massive psionic attack on Magneto. "Look," said Warlock,"Look past the physical and at the spiritual instead." They stared past Xavier and Magneto's physical bodies and saw their souls. Xavier's glowing white form and Magneto's muddied, gray one. Except Xavier's wasn't totally white and pure, the white glow was hiding a blackness. "The darkness of Xavier's soul, hiding behind the pure white of his good intentions," said Warlock,"Xavier thought he could bury his darker impulses in his good work, but you can't just bury that type of thing, you have to deal with it and expunge it by facing it." As Xavier took control of Magneto's body the darkness within the Professor eagerly reached out and embraced the muddied soul of Magneto. As Xavier forced Magneto to use his powers to send the remnants of Avalon out into the far reaches of space, the muddied soul was ripped from Xavier's darkside... but not totally. Xavier's darkness swallowed up the muddied dregs of soul it had captured and then pulled free from Xavier's shining avatar, forming a basically humanoid shape. "What have I done?" cried Xavier, dropping to his knees. Scott had never known about this part, the Professor had never told him about this,"What gave me the right to do that?" Suddenly his head shot up and stared directly at the newly born creature that would be known as Onslaught. "Who are you?" snapped Xavier. "You will forget," hissed a dark voice, soulless and corrupt, reveling in it's dark nature,"Until I am strong enough to stand on my own." Xavier cried out, his head snapped back and his eyes rolled back in his head, then he collapsed to the ground. Onslaught chuckled and slid himself into Xavier, hiding inside the powerful psi, having knocked him into a coma he would not recover from for weeks. Even during the coma, when his mind was free and unfettered to roam about the world, helping his X-Men, he had no recollection of what Onslaught was. They were back in the white. (*) Something Sinister This Way Comes - available upon request from - dimitri_resides@hotmail.com (**) Herald Of Armageddon - available upon request from that same address - dimitri_resides@hotmail.com "You understand now Onslaught's origins," said Warlock,"It's formation was accidental, only possible because of Xavier's powerful telepathy and the momentary dropping of his repressed desires to deal with Magneto. It only managed to stay alive by staying hidden within Xavier and quietly gathering it's strength, when Magneto returned to Earth Onslaught was easily able to use Xavier's powers to slip inside his mind and direct him unconsciously to fulfill it's own objectives. That was how it gained the means to survive without hosting itself inside Xavier or Magneto." "How?" asked Susan. "You still do not remember?" asked Warlock, looking surprised,"I had no idea Onslaught could repress the memory and identity of your son to the entire world without at least you regaining the memory." "My son?" gasped Susan, her eyes widening,"Oh my.... Franklin!" "Of course," cried Scott,"How could I have forgotten you had a child?" "Onslaught's doing," said Warlock, he turned to Susan,"Your child's remarkable reality-altering powers allow it a physical presence. By keeping Franklin, Xavier, Magneto, X-Man, Cable and until recently Legion within it's essence it has access to huge amounts of power." "Until recently Legion?" asked Scott. "Legion was a psionic reconstruction of the last remaining residue of Legions power and memory, especially strong in the Isreal area. X-Man could only create it for so long, but by using Franklin's reality-bending powers it was able to bolster his bodies strength and allow himself to open temporal vortexes in the timestream." "My son," repeated Susan in disbelief. "My work here is done," said Warlock,"I return you to Earth now, I cannot help you in your task but I hope you understand now what must be done." "I don't think I do," replied Scott. "You do, but you can't admit it to yourself, either of you." "Then explain," said Scott, his mind not letting him see the truth. "Onslaught is linked to the souls of Xavier and Magneto," said Warlock,"And it is possible that it is now linked to Franklin's soul as well... to kill Onslaught you may just have to kill all Xavier, Magneto AND Franklin." - The Hulk pulled his head out of the water with a grunt. "Dammit, not here again." Beside him, Nightcrawler shook his head and body about, like a dog trying to dry itself. "I hate getting my fur wet," he said. All about them, the members of the X-Men, Fantastic Four and Avengers who had gone through the Age Of Apocalypse and then returned to this real world pulled themselves from the water. "Watch out for 'gators," muttered The Hulk,"They grow real big around here." Blink was pulling Sabretooth from the water, the large mutant was still unconscious. "The hell with this," Blink cursed, then blinked them out of the water and into the swampgrass. "Where are we?" asked Captain America, looking dignified and noble even knee-deep in swampwater. "Someplace smelly," muttered Thor,"Where is Doom? Where is Apocalypse?" "Doom is here," muttered the Latverian Monarch, he floated above the water with his armored arms crossed over his chest. "So when do we fight Apocalypse?" asked Spiderman,"Coz if I don't get this costume to the cleaners soon the stains just won't come out!" "Forget Apocalypse, forget Onslaught," muttered Doom quietly, and for the first time they realized how angry he was, his body was actually shaking in rage,"I leave you to deal with the mad creature as best you are able, I really don't care which of you wins." With a white glow he disappeared. "Typical," muttered The Thing,"Can't trust the guy as far as I could spit him." Collecting together out off the swampwater, which The Hulk told them was Florida Swamplands, they took stock. They were : Rogue, Gambit, Captain America, The Thing, Blink, Nightcrawler, Quicksilver, Scarlet Witch, Jamie Madrox, Spiderman, The Hulk, Thor and the unconscious Sabretooth. "Where's Cyke?" asked Rogue. "Where's Suzie?" asked The Thing. "For that matter," said Madrox,"Where's Deadpool? I haven't seen him since Onslaught opened the temporal vortex." "I can't speak for Deadpool," said Cyclops, appearing as if from nowhere,"But me and The Invisible Woman are here." "Where'd you come from?" asked The Hulk suspiciously. "Warlock was showing us how Onslaught came to be," said Cyclops with a grimace,"He told us what we have to do to defeat it." "What?" asked The Thing,"Suzy? What's the matter?" The Invisible Woman looked furious, suddenly she raised her head to the sky and screamed out. "ONSLAUGHT!!! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE NOW!" "Whoa!" cried The Thing, stepping back. "Hell hath no fury," muttered The Hulk. A low chuckling suddenly seemed to surround them, coming from all directions all at once. "STOP THIS PARLOR TRICK BULLSHIT AND FACE US!" Susan screamed at the air. - Very well, - whispered Onslaught in their minds, and suddenly it was there, as if it always had been. Once more it stood close to twenty feet tall, looking huge and menacing. Susan Richards was not daunted, she stormed forward angrily, fists clenched at her sides and a determined look on her face. "Give me back my son you son of a bitch!" she yelled at it,"Right now!" "Do you think," said Onslaught, it's voice indicating a smile,"That I will fall before the power of your maternal love?" She smashed him backwards several steps with a gigantic blast of an invisible forcefield. "Bravo," laughed Onslaught,"You won't be so lucky again, I can assure you." "Everybody!" cried Scott,"We need to concentrate an attack on it! Enough to crack the armor even the smallest amount!" Onslaught's head snapped up from Susan as it guessed Scott's strategy, it dived into Cyclop's mind and confirmed it. "NO!" it cried,"YOU WILL NOT SUCCEED!" But despite it's increased mass, Onslaught had still not recovered from the battle in Apocalypse's stronghold, where it had waged a war on two fronts, against the mutants and heroes as well as The Eurasian Fleet. Normally it would have frozen them with it's psionic energy, but it was weakened from it's exertions. Instead it went on the defensive as the collected heroes and mutants charged it, smashing at it's armor with all their strength, not knowing what Scott's strategy was but trusting his leadership Rogue smashed at it's armor with her considerable strength, Gambit smashed it with deck after deck of kinetically charged cards, Captain America used his enhanced strength to smash his Shield against the armor, The Thing's rocky fists pounded into it's leg while Blink's dimensional blades skidded off the armor, but leaving small blemishes that quickly became scratches. Nightcrawler bamfed all about it, punching and kicking, trying to teleport pieces of it's armor away. Quicksilver zipped here and there about it, his fists moving at superspeed while his sister - The Scarlet Witch - threw destructive hexbolts at it. Jamie Madrox duplicated himself over and over again and attempted to hold Onslaught down to give the others better access. Spiderman pressed his hands against the armor, concentrated on sticking to the red metal and then began pulling, trying to rip chunks of it off. Thor smashed Mjolnir against The Onslaught's chestplate again and again, doing the most damage, each time he pulled the mystical Uru hammer away Cyclops would blast the damaged area with his optic blasts. Onslaught swung his arms about, trying to grasp at the quickly moving heroes and mutants. It was strictly fighting defensively, trying to hold back it's energy for a massive psi-bolt that would knock them all out and give it time to recuperate it's strength. Having fought them already while holding off the Eurasian Fleet, plus opening temporal vortexes through time had taken it's toll. The Hulk held back with Susan, who was waiting for a crack to open in Onslaught's armor. "What are you doing?" she cried to The Hulk,"Help them!" "I'm waiting!" roared back The Hulk, who had been in these swamps before and knew what inhabited it. "What for?" she cried. "For it to be afraid!" cried The Hulk. Onslaught swung Captain America away with a fling of one of it's mighty arms, smashed the ground behind Quicksilver, rippling the earth and knocking the speedster to his face. It smashed Rogue away with a backhand and used it's magnetic powers to bring Thor's body to a halt. It kicked The Thing away and grabbed Spiderman's weblines, flinging the welslinger through the air. Using it's psychic powers it located the real Madrox and smashed him, causing his duplicates to be reabsorbed into his body. Nightcrawler was flung into The Scarlet Witch, knocking them both into the water while Blink's mind was taken over with Onslaught's weakening psychic powers and her blinking powers manipulated to blink her far off in the swamps. "What good are your strategies now?" Onslaught laughed, pointing at Cyclops, who stood alone,"My armor is dented yes, but not opened even a crack!" "Excuse moi, mes'ami," said a voice in a horrendously overdone French accent. "What?" snapped Onslaught, turning it's head ninety degrees. A man in a blue and white striped shirt with hair parted slickly down the middle and thin, curly mustaches. " 'Ello," said the man, who was carrying a briefcase,"I represent de French Government, we 'eard dat you were t'inking of taking over de world and would like to take dis opportunity to surrender to you, totally and completely unconditionally." "What is this?" growled Onslaught. "NOW TERRY!" cried the Frenchman. A sonic scream smashed into Onslaught's dented chestplate, knocking the startled creature back several steps, surprising it into momentarily dropping it's guard and releasing it's magnetic hold over Thor. The Thunder God immediately threw Mjolnir into Onslaught's chestplate with all his strength even as Deadpool dropped his image inducer disguise and blasted with his guns at the same point on the chestplate. Expending more energy to defend against these attacks, Onslaught's mass and height shrank down until it was not much large than The Hulk. It fell back several steps towards the water as Cyclops blasted the same point on it's chestplate again, The Onslaught could feel it's armor weakening, saw that Cyclop's strategy was falling into place and it felt a moment of fear. Which was all that was needed. Emerging from the Swamp Water, drawn by Onslaught's fear, a fear which caused it pain, came The Man-Thing. The shambling monstrosity plunged forward through the water and launched itself into the air, it's hand clasping down on the back of Onslaught's head, the head of a being that knew fear. And whomever knows fear shall burn at The Man-Thing's touch. The crimson helmet burst into flame, for the first time illuminating the inside of the helmet's impenetrable shadows. Inside it was empty, nothing but glowing blue eyes. "He's nothing!" cried Cyclops,"Without it's prisoner's it can't exist!" "All right!" growled The Hulk, the moment he'd been waiting for had arrived,"CLEAR A PATH!" Even the headstrong Thor moved aside as The Hulk charged foward at full speed towards Onslaught, which was trying to tear Man-Thing away but only being able to tear away chunks of the swamp creature's mass. It's eye's saw Hulk at the last moment, and it was too late to do anything about it. "NNNNNGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!" cried The Hulk as he swung one mighty, green arm and smashed it into Onslaught's chestplate, creating a large series of cracks in the weakened red armor. "Step aside!" cried Susan, who had been waiting for this moment. As The Hulk leaped aside, The Invisible Woman pried into the cracks with her invisible forcefields and began prying them apart, making them grow larger. Onslaught pitched forward, throwing Man-Thing off of it, and slammed it's giant hands against the chestplate, trying to push the cracks back together. - Forget it, asswipe! - growled a voice in Onslaught's head, and then psionic energy burst from inside the armor, aiding Susan's forcebeams and ripping the chestplate into pieces. The X-Man burst out of his prison, with Onslaught weakened and no longer concentrating on holding it's prisoners, he'd been able to grab at the light of hope and pull himself out, removing a great deal of Onslaught's might. He turned about and smashed one t.k charged fist back into the black mass beneath the armor, then ripped Cable out of the dark goo with a loud grunt of exertion. "NOOOO!!!" screamed Onslaught, and the The Hulk, his hands joined together to form one huge, green fist, pounded into the soulless creatures neck and knocked it down onto it's face. "GIVE ME BACK MY SON!" screamed Susan, and with a mercilessness she'd never shown before smashed her forcefield through the now weakened armor of it's back. "NO!" screamed Onslaught,"HE IS MINE!" It was a battle of wills, a mothers against a monsters as the two powerful beings grasped for Franklin Richards. "I WILL NOT SURRENDER HIM!" screamed Onslaught. "HE'S MY SON!" cried Susan. And then with a gigantic ripping noise, Franklin Richards was ripped from the insides of The Onslaught and pulled forward into Susan's waiting arms. She hugged him tightly and he hugged her back, crying loudly. - Scott! - said a voice in Cyclop's mind, - You know what you have to do! - "Professor?" cried Scott. - Yes, Scott, - replied Xavier, - You have to do it! For all our sakes! - "There must be another way?" cried Cyclops. - There isn't! We are bound inextricably to Onslaught... we ARE Onslaught, as long as we live, so does he. You must do it! - - Yes, Summers! - cried a new voice, Magneto's, - Do it! I was prepared to fight for freedom and equality for our people, but if this monster has it's way no one will have to will to fight or, like Xavier, decide not to fight! DO IT! - - DO IT! - cried Xavier. "X-Men," Scott said, closing his eyes and giving the order to the now recovered heroes,"Everyone, hit him with everything you've got! ATTACK!!"