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Prelude

After the SHRA put control of the superhuman population in the hands of the US government, Norman Osborn has seized hold of that power with the help of his Cabal: the Hood, Doctor Doom, Loki, Namor, and Storm. Avengers like Captain America and Iron Man are either on the run or in hiding. Professor X, Magneto, Emma Frost, and anyone else powerful enough to threaten Osborn’s plans are imprisoned in the Negative Zone. The Xavier Institute has become a training ground for the Initiative, with Scott Summers as its chief instructor, in charge of building the next superteam for the Fifty States Initiative. Under the watchful eye of Norman Osborn’s regime, Scott scouts out the next member of his team: a young mutant codenamed Mystique.

Chapter 1

Scott watched from the observation window of the Danger Room as the kids went through their paces. He’d split the class into two groups, red and blue, and put them in a game of capture the flag. They were armed with paintball guns. Anyone who was painted got eliminated. 

Raven, his own personal discovery, was displaying the competence he’d come to expect from her. She’d struck on a winning strategy of shapeshifting into an opposing team member, then using that advantage to get close to and paintball members of the Red Team. Not only was it taking its toll on the enemy’s ranks, but she switched it up, turning into various opposition members to sew discord among the other team. Scott could only chuckle as some of the Red Team got caught up in a hunt for one of their own teammates, convinced they’d turned traitor.

“She’s good,” Betsy noted. With his own team split up and decimated, Psylocke was one of the few to stay loyal and prove trustworthy enough for him to take into his confidence. Or maybe he was just used to having a telepath backing him up.

“Good enough,” Scott replied.

“What do you mean by that?”

“Something I always use to think about these Danger Room scenarios: they get you good enough to beat them, but only good enough. And good enough is never good enough.”

“Very Yogi Berra, sir,” Betsy said, her crisp British accent making the words more cutting than they would be otherwise.

Scott snorted. The Red Team leader, Laura Kinney, had either anticipated or figured out Raven’s game, and come up with a counterstrategy. She and a cadre of trusted A-listers were making a beeline for the Blue Team flag, shooting anyone that got in their way, red or blue. That gave Scott an idea. He keyed on the transmit button on the control board’s microphone.

“Laura, good work out there,” he said, the PA system carrying his words throughout the Danger Room. “Keep it up.”

Raven’s head shot up, looking fiercely at the control room where Scott was hidden behind mirrored glass. He returned her gaze, though she couldn’t meet his eyes. But then, with his ruby quartz visor, he was used to that.

“Someone’s jealous,” Betsy remarked.

Raven was going on the offensive now, not bothering with her tricky strategy, but using pure combat skills to gun down any Red Teamers she could find. Scott watched with interest. Her form was impeccable: she’d grown two additional sets of hands and armed herself with the paintball guns of the fallen, racking up an impressive kill streak with the new trick. But Laura was getting closer and closer to the flag—losing a few of her team as they went through the Blue Team’s defenders, but making her way into the enemy compound level by level. 

Scott looked at the scoreboard as Laura came to the flag. Raven had racked up a mindboggling fourteen kills, almost singlehandedly wiping out Red Team, but Laura had still managed to capture the flag, winning the day.

“This looks like it calls for a lecture,” Betsy said, patting him on the back. 

Scott didn’t think so. Raven didn’t learn lessons that way. When it came time to assign a grade, he gave her a C while lavishing praise on Laura. Raven was a smart girl. She’d get the message.

That evening, his paperwork finished, Scott went to exercise in the gym…

***

Raven looked at herself in the mirror. She usually had complete faith in her shapeshifting abilities, but this time she wanted to make absolutely sure. And she did indeed look as adorable and alluring as she could hope. Her tiny blue cheerleading skirt rode high on her long, smooth legs, whirling and swirling with yellow pleats. It was tight on her hips and almost skintight across her well-toned ass, her voluptuous buttocks almost pushing aside the pleats even when she was standing still.

She wore a tight yellow sweater with a blue X on the shoulder and blue trim on the sleeves. Her sweater was pushed out proudly by her ripened breasts, as big and as round as anyone could ask her from a tiny teenage girl. Her legs were sheathed in dark red knee socks, ending in blazing white tennis shoes, and under her skirt she wore scandalously red panties that held tightly to her hips and ass, neatly outlining her mound.

She looked exactly like Laura Kinney, but with an expression of girlish glee that X-23 herself would never have worn. Picking up her pom-poms, Raven went into the darkened gym that only Scott used at this hour. While the other adults were socializing, Scott enjoyed his privacy. Raven enjoyed his privacy too.

Holding her pom-poms under one arm for a moment, she took a stick of bubble gum out of her pocket, unwrapped it, and started chewing. Then, after bouncing on her heels for a moment, she walked up to Scott. He was on the weight bench, pumping a 200-lbs barbell up and down like a machine. 

“That’s it, Scott! Lift those weights! Goooooooo Scott!” Raven said airily in Laura’s voice. Scott looked up and saw Raven as she bumped her hips to the left, to the right, shook them in an innocently sexual undulation, then turned around and bent over, her little skirt sliding over her panties.

“Laura? What’re you…” Scott nearly lost his hold on the weight, struggling to regain control of it before the gym’s automated systems kicked in with their spotter program, a robotic arm helping him ease the barbell back onto its rack. 

He sat up, suddenly out of breath, and leaned on the racked barbell as he looked back at Raven wiggling her ass. She turned around to face him, took two steps toward them, then put her hands on her knees, spread her legs wide, and rolled her hips.

“Raven,” Scott muttered darkly.

“Nuh-uh, silly,” Raven said in a bubbly take on Laura’s voice. “It’s me, Laura! You did such a good job cheering me on today that I thought I’d return the favor!”

She continued her cheer routine, knowing that behind his sunglasses, Scott was gawking at the generous display she was making of her body. The flesh might have been Laura’s, but the moves were all hers. 

“This isn’t funny, Raven. It’s very disrespectful of Laura and her body.”

Raven stopped dancing. “Do you want to respect Laura? And her body? Is that why you have a hard-on? To respect her with?”

Scott’s jaw clenched. He couldn’t help it. Even in sweatpants, his erection shot out straight and true, displaying its hardness in a swollen bulge. “If you have a problem with how I graded your performance, Raven, then maybe you should’ve paid more attention to the mission objective. It’s not about how much you can show-off. It’s about getting the job done.”

“You don’t like how I show off?” Raven asked as she breezed toward him, her tiny skirt slipping around on her thighs. “I just want to show you how much I appreciate all the work you put into your body. All those big muscles… all that stamina… I bet you could keep going for hours and hours. And that’s with one of those great big weights. Not something small like little ol’ me. But then, I hear you have a lot of experience lugging great big weights around.” Raven’s eyes slanted downward. “That’s why you always have such cute girls after you. Redheads… and blondes… even a girl with purple hair…” Raven blew a bubble with her gum, popped it, and sucked it back into her mouth. “But why no brunettes, sir? Do we not get you hard? Is that for me, sir, or are you thinking of some other girl? Maybe that sweet blue girl you picked up, who you’re always so nice to, and she always does whatever you tell her…”

“Not always,” Scott retorted. “And a relationship with her is a bad idea. For a lot of reasons.”

“Then it’s a good thing she’s not here. I am.” Raven smiled with Laura’s lips. “And that’s for me—isn’t it?”

“Uh-huh.” Scott pulled down his sweatpants. His cock was rock-hard. Scott fisted the shaft halfway down his length, pulling the foreskin back from the gooey cockhead, its roundness glistening with thick precum.

Raven stared at it. “Oh, sir—there’s so much cum. Don’t tell me you came in your pants, sir! You wouldn’t do that, would you? Not when I’m here? Please, sir, let me take care of your big cock. You’re supposed to be a teacher, right? Teach me what I’m supposed to do with a big dick like that.”

“I’m not sure I should,” Scott replied. “That sweet blue girl you mentioned, she has a pretty big crush on me. It might hurt her feelings if I’m with someone else.”

“Oh, I don’t think so. I think it would make her hot, knowing that her man can be with any woman he wants. Especially a whore like Laura Kinney. A girl like that, he could just fuck and fuck and fuck…”

Scott felt a shooting pleasure in his manhood. He looked down. Raven had taken hold of his member with both hands. “Raven!” he said, startled.

“Laura!” she corrected him good-naturedly. “I’m the hooker, remember? I’ve been fucked so many times, you know I’ll be a good lay for you. And with my healing factor, I never get any diseases from being such a slut. The thing is, though, since I’m such a dumb skank, I didn’t know any better—I never bothered with handjobs or suckies. I just let anyone who wanted to climb on top of me and fuck me. I want to learn about other ways of fucking. Could I suck you off? Will you teach me how to be a good cocksucker?”

Raven fell to her knees, taking his prick into her mouth. She sucked on it awkwardly and the whisper of sexuality in this bizarre performance became a rush of enjoyment. 

“Laura,” he said confusedly. “Laura, you can’t just start…”

Without thinking, he prodded his manhood forward, deeper into Raven’s hotly sucking mouth, feeling the wetness of her tongue and the sensual hardness of her teeth as they ran over the sensitive nerves of his prick. 

Gagging, Raven pulled herself off of his cock. “It tastes like meat, sir! Like sweet… juicy… meat!”

She seized his prick once again, but he pulled it away from her. Looking down at Raven-in-Laura’s-body, he knew what she wanted.

“What makes you think,” he asked, “that I’d let a dirty girl like you suck my cock?”

“Because I’m such a slut!” Raven said, her Laura impression as cheerful as ever. “A nice girl like Raven… you’d want to take her on a date and cuddle with her and show her a good time. Me? I’m a whore. You know you want a whore…”

She sucked on him again. Scott wasn’t sure if Raven was learning how to pleasure him or if she were letting her innate skill shine through, but this time she did it softer, more elegantly, with just enough pressure and power to send incredible thrills rushing through his body. As he sat on the weight bench, Raven kneeling between his legs, Scott took hold of her springy pigtails and fucked her mouth like she was nothing more than a two-dollar whore, little better than a pressurized hole to satisfy his cock in.

As perverted as Raven’s sex game was, Scott had to admit he was enjoying it. The sight of her—or rather, Laura—in a perversely innocent cheerleading outfit, coupled with the pure sin feel of her lovely mouth on his manhood, replaced all of his doubt and suspicion with lust. 

And as if she’d sensed that very change in him, Raven stopped sucking and looked up at Scott. Laura’s features were as lovely as ever, but he could see Raven in her yellow-tinted eyes.

“Teach me what your cock likes,” she said, the voice still Laura’s, but the tone somehow Raven’s. She sounded like the only thing she wanted in the world was to please him.

Scott, of course, wanted her to enjoy this just as much as him. And so, in a way, he would show her what he liked.

He laid back down on the exercise bench, his cock rocketing straight up from his loins, and he pulled Laura down on top of him, his cock in her mouth, her cunt at his face.

“I like how your cunt tastes,” he said, nuzzling his head between her legs until he found her slit.

“Wooo!” Raven gasped. “Nngh!” She shuddered enjoyably, closing her legs around his head. “I hope I taste as good as you do, sir!”