Age Of Onslaught Part 11/37 ------------ ------------ Kurt Darkholme - Nightcrawler - waited impatiently for the dinghy. He didn't like being out this close to Los Angeles Island, for some reason him and Sentinel's just didn't seem to mix. He grinned to himself at the old joke and ran a hand through his long, blue hair. "Come on Johnny," he muttered,"Time is money." According to Proudstar, the two he was picking up today were real V.I.P's and he could expect a huge bonus. That would make the 'captain' of the little rig they called home very happy. "Where the fuck are they?" asked voice behind him. He turned to face a tall, incredibly attractive woman. Her skin was a blue even darker than his own - and without the fur, which was probably why she was shivering in the cold night air and he wasn't - and her skin was a fiery red. She was wearing a small robe that only just barely came down to her thighs, revealing her long, luxurious legs. The sight didn't bother him or arouse him, he was immune to her charms. She was his mother, Raven Darkholme - Mystique. "Watch your language, mother," he scolded with a smile,"John has never let us down, and with this bonus we can party down in Tonga for a month before we need to take another job." "I don't know," she muttered,"Fisk is dead, his son certainly isn't up to his dear dead Daddy's standards... times could be changing, maybe we should be heading to Avalon ourselves?" "Come now Mother," he said,"You yourself said that you'd likely end up convincing the Serpent to eat the apple in The Garden Of Eden." She smiled,"You're right, peace love and harmony were never my thing... I hated the sixties." Suddenly Kurt frowned, his eyes scanning the water, his elf-like ears having picked up something Raven hadn't. "I hear a dinghy, but John hasn't sent the signal... get the guns." "HEY!" cried a voice, hoarse and sounding desperate,”Down here! Down here!" "Womans voice?" he muttered, John had told him there was going to be a man and woman, but there was still no signal. A gun was placed in front of him, he grabbed it from Mystique and switched on the flashlight on top of it. He scanned the dark waters and finally came across an unexpected sight. A dinghy lay upside down in the water about 100 meters from their ship, a man and a woman on it. The man was apparently knocked out, and the turbulent waters threatened to knock him and the women with him into the ocean. "How did she see us?" asked Mystique suspiciously,"With the lights off we're practically invisible." "Gott in himmel!" Kurt cried, his eyes widening,"Mother! It's them! I swear it's them!" "What?" cried Raven, a little taken aback,"Who?" Kurt's eyes were wide, the emotion on his face one she had seen many times before on others, a kind of religious fervor. "It's them, they returned just like your friend Destiny said they would," Raven winced at the mention of her dead friend,"It's the children of Magnus!" - Quicksilver winced as the light flooded into his eyes, he closed them tight. The nerves in his retinas adjusted quickly, having such an incredibly advanced physiology had many benefits, that was one of them. "Where?" he muttered, sitting up and taking in everything immediately. He was sitting in a luxuriously appointed room, oaken paneling on the walls, the bed he was lying in had silken sheets and the mattress was firm yet yielding. He could tell from the gentle up and down swaying that he was on some kind of ship. And Crystal was sitting at the edge of the bed, staring at him with a sweet smile. "Crys?" he asked in confusion,"What happened? The last thing I remember is Isreal, we were fighting some big guy who liked like Magneto... then a flash of yellow light? Me and Wanda were lying in the sea, I got hit in the head by something...." "Shhhh," said Crystal with a smile, putting a finger to his lips, cutting him off,"You've been in a coma, you'll be fine." "Coma? No, my advanced physiology would have...." Again she put a finger to his lips, and for the first time he realized what she wearing. She was dressed in her old costume, a black and white, tight fitting uniform. Over it was a brown leather jacket with the Avengers logo patched on the arms, her hair (such a light red it was almost orange in color) was held from puffing out by two black hairbands running along the sides. "Why are you wearing that old uniform?" he asked,"What happened to the yellow and black one you were wearing?" Crystal looked a little confused, then she responded uneasily,"Ummm, it's dirty." For the first time Pietro realized that under the sheets he was naked, he was even more confused, her story wasn't making sense but why would his wife lie to him? Before he could think any more about this, she leaned forward and kissed him, his eyes widened in shock at this unexpected turn of events. "Pietro," she said with a smile,"Forget all that, I've missed you so much." And she leaned forward and kissed him again, this time he returned it. - Wanda smiled as Kurt brought her a hot drink of cocoa, she was still shivering despite the robes and towels around her and the heat being turned up in the cabin. Kurt seemed almost shy around her, he treated her with an almost reverential awe. She knew that he wasn't the Kurt Wagner she knew, as a mutant with probability altering powers and a history with the Avengers she knew an alternate reality when she saw one. In fact, she even thought she knew which alternate reality she was in. Conversations with the X-Men had revealed that in the past once before Xavier had been killed and it had resulted in an 'Age of Apocalypse'. They had been in Isreal, the same place where the last 'AOA' had started, obviously it had somehow started again, only this time there was more than one person who remembered the real Universe, this time she and Pietro had somehow made it to. "Tell me," she said,"Where are we?" "Just off the coast of Los Angeles Island," he replied,"I assume you're the ones Piotr planned to send?" "Peter Rasputin?" she asked. Nightcrawler looked confused, he ran a hand through his long, blue hair, a gesture she was beginning to think was a nervous habit of his. "Yes, but he hates being called Peter, he's fiercely proud of his Russian heritage, even if Eurasia tried to have him killed." "And where are we going?" she asked him. Again he looked confused,"Avalon." "You can get us out of the atmosphere?" she asked, looking surprised this time." "Out of the atmosphere? No... what fairytales have you been told? Avalon is an island... nobody knows the location." She smiled, then sighed,"Kurt, let me tell you the truth.... and no matter how crazy it sounds, you have to believe me." - Pietro spun her around, surprising her with his strength. Straddling her he saw a look of undisguised raw lust on her face which he'd never seen before. In his desire for her he didn't seem to notice that her costume had disappeared, he also didn't notice that her breasts were larger than usual and that her pussy hair, usually darker than the head on her hair at a light brown, was the same light orange as the hair on her head. She parted her legs eagerly, raising her hips up and silently begging him to fuck her. Pietro slid back a bit and got up to his knees, grabbing her underneath her thighs, just below her asscheeks and guided his long, lean and very hard cock forward, pressing it against the opening of her eager snatch. Moaning in anticipation, Crystal humped her hips up as Pietro pushed forward with his, and his cock pressed forwards, parting her tight (in fact tighter than he remembered) cunt and sliding his full length into her. Crystal's face was a study in satisfaction, her eyes half closed, her head leaning back and burrowing into the plump pillow. Pietro moaned as he felt her contract her cuntmuscles around his cock, as he began his strokes in and out her cuntlips clasped on tightly, pulling out and being pushed back in as he fucked her faster and faster. "Oh Pietro!" she moaned,"Your cock feels so good!" Again he failed to notice her voice was a little different to usual, he was too busy enjoying screwing his beautiful wife. He grunted as he felt her tight little pussy gripping down hard on his shaft. His face was screwed up in concentration as he thrusts came faster and faster, he had to make a conscious effort to keep from moving his body too fast, he didn't want to do her an injury. His eyes crawled over her large, plump breasts as they heaved up and down, was it his imagination or were they getting larger, and was her skin beginning to change hue, becoming almost blue. He shook his head and just let himself go with the sensations, fucking her tightly clasping snatch eagerly, making her sweating body push up and down the bed with each thrust of his hips, pressing his cock deeper and deeper into her cunt. Slamming every inch of his long, lean dick into her gushing snatch. "Yes!" she squealed,"Do it! Do it! Fuck me!" And he did, pulling out almost to the point of completely withdrawing then slamming back as deep into her cunt as he could, cramming every last little inch of his lean, lengthy member into her as he could. He reached down and grabbed her large plump, breasts in his hands and began squeezing and kneading them as he continued to pump his cock in and out of her tight, hot and clasping pussy. Crystal squealed and moaned excitedly as she stared down the length of her body at Pietro's cock ramming in and out of her hot, tight little snatch, feeling the familiar buildup of heat within in her body as orgasm approached. He was fucking her like an animal, and he found himself wondering what had brought on this undeniable urge to fuck her, he should be more worried about how he had gotten to this ship, what he was doing there and why Crystal appeared so different, why she had a different voice. "Oooh fuck yeah! your cock is fucking me so good," she moaned, her hands reaching up and over his lean, muscular chest,"Fuck me, fuck me harder, Pietro!" She tried to hold off cumming, loving the feel of his cock slamming in and out of her cunt, rasping against her clit and adding to the pleasure building up in her body. She stared up into Pietro's face and saw he was becoming distracted, even though his body continued to fuck her good and hard. - Damn, - she thought, - It's wearing off! - She gave in to her pleasure, not holding off her orgasm any longer. She began to buck her hips up and down, slamming her cunt as hard against his cock as she could. She was screaming at him to fuck her, to fuck her harder, to make her cum like she had hadn't cum in so long. With a tightness that drove all thoughts of strange discrepancies out of Pietro's mind, her cunt clamped down tight around his cock once again, but this time holding on just as tight, making his passage in and out of her cunt all the more harder and that much more pleasurable. As the speedster continued to pull out and push in, the friction increasing due to the tightness of her orgasming cunt, he felt his cum boiling up within his balls and exploding through his shaft. He moaned excitedly and ground down hard against her cunt, pushing every last inch into her cunt and shooting his sperm deep into her. His body collapsed over hers, his chest pressing against her large, plump, blue skinned breasts. He looked deep into her eyes, noting her bright red hair and her smug smile of satisfaction. "Mystique?" he gasped, then cried out as she plunged a hypodermic needle into his back and pumped the contents into him. His body jerked and every muscle seemed to lock up, then he rolled off her, his cock pulling free from her cunt with a slurping noise, her cuntjuices flowing out. She smiled down at him where he lay on the floor, sliding one finger over her nipples gently. "Had to inject you with enough sedative to put out an elephant, your accelerated metabolism will work it through your system within half an hour but you won't remember a thing." She sat up and began to pull her real clothes back on, she smiled fondly down at him. "Always wanted to fuck a legend," she said, then left the cabin. - "Magnus was... is a legend to all mutants and not a few humans," said Nightcrawler, still a little shocked after hearing Wanda's story, but returning the favor by telling his own,"When Apocalypse had taken America and after the great mutant purge in Eurasia, hope was nearly lost... and then he appeared, like an Avenging Angel he crushed a Sentinel attack in Texas single-handed. At first we thought he was some new Horseman of Apocalypses, but then he decimated Apocalypse's elite, The Dark Riders, and humiliated Sinister's Marauders during an attempted culling in The Mid-West." Wanda was a little perturbed by the look of religious exultation on his face, much like those seen in the faces of The Acolytes. Kurt continued. "He was like a modern day Robin Hood, a symbol of hope for human and mutant alike. He preached of a world where one day human and mutant would co-exist in peace and prosperity, a world without a Eurasian High Council, a world without Apocalypse's. He formed a group called The Brotherhood, made up of humans and mutants both. You and your brother were members of the team," he paused and smiled,"At least, this Universe's version of you and your brother." She smiled, motioned for him to continue. "Finally he caught the attention of Apocalypse himself, the Infinites and The Pale Riders went after him with a vengeance. A member of the group, a human called Frank Castle was captured and under torture agreed to led them to Magnus' hideaway. They sent a huge force in and went the got there they found...." he smiled, loving this part of the story the most,"The found nothing, Castle had led them into a trap, he set off the pre-planted bombs and in one move wiped out hundreds of Infinites and all the Pale Riders but one... a monstrosity called Dead Man Wade." Despite herself, Wanda was getting into the story. "Apocalypse used to reside on a gigantic ship, the technology more advanced than anyone had ever seen. One night, not long after Castle had wiped out The Pale Riders, The Brotherhood somehow penetrated the ship and went after Apocalypse himself. They defied the odds and got to his Innermost Sanctum, but found it empty. Apocalypse had laid a trap for them and it seemed to succeed. The Ship exploded, wiped out hundreds of Apocalypse's own soldiers, many of his high ranking Lieutenants and commanders. The Innermost Sanctum had been built with even more safeguards than the rest of the Ship and it landed out in Nebraska, where Apocalypse was waiting for it. He suspected that Magnus would have survived the crash, and he had as many Infinites with him as he could spare. They tore open the chamber and went inside." "What did they find?" asked Wanda, desperate to hear now, wanting to know what had happened. Kurt smiled at her. "Nothing... the chamber was empty, there was nothing in there, no bodies, no sign anyone had ever been there. From that moment on Magnus became more than a hero, he became a legend, not long after the rumors about Avalon started - a place where man and mutant lived together in peace, some claim it was created by Magnus and that he still lives there," he hesitated a second,"My mother's best friend was a precog called Destiny, before she left us for Avalon she told us of a vision she'd had... one in which she said...." "She said," interrupted Mystique, entering the cabin,"That when the night was at its darkest, the herald of the new dawn would be the return of the children of Magnus..... and here you are." There was something about Mystique's demeanor that bothered Wanda, was her skin flushed? It was hard to tell with her blue skin. "And so we're going to finally go ourselves," Mystique continued, looking over at Kurt,"We're heading to Avalon, and there Destiny will tell us what to do." ------------------------ The Astonishing X-Men 6. ------------------------ Rogue and her group parted from Sabretooth, running hard, looking get a safe distance away from The Infinites. "What's the plan, Mother?" asked Morph, his legs bicycle wheels, Belladonna still on his back, murmuring softly in her sleep. "You'll find out soon enough," muttered Rogue, not wanting to admit that she didn't have one. Banshee was keeping up well enough, despite being over fifteen years older than the oldest of the other X-Men, he glanced over at her, he was still shocked at her duplicate, the only visible difference between them the different costumes and the fact that his Rogue had different hair, shorter and larger. "Mother," he said, having decided to call her that all the time now to avoid confusion,"We do have one option." "Not him," she replied,"Never him." Rogue and Gambit looked at each other as they ran along, not knowing what they were talking about. "LADIES!" cried a voice, laughing humorlessly,"Did you think to escape from me!" They whirled about and found themselves facing Holocaust, the constant grin of his skeletal face seemed even wider. His cannon was pointed right at them. "Make one step in any direction," he grinned,"And if I don't get you, they will." All around them, Infinites appeared, they stood at elevated positions, the newly named X-Men's situation seemed grim. "Does dis boy t'ink we jus going to give up?" asked Gambit. "Hardly, boyo," muttered Banshee,"In fact he's hoping we'll fight, make it all the more fun for him." "I already caught up with Creed, the little bitch squealed like a stuck pig as I ripped him to pieces," laughed Holocaust. Rogue smiled slightly,"Come now Nemesis, you don't expect me to believe that, do you?" Holocaust's grin faded (as much as it could) and he fired into the dirt at Morph's feet,"Don't make me kill the baby in front of you," he growled. The second Pale Rider, the female dressed in the dusty desert robes, stepped up next to Holocaust. "Let me into their minds, Holocaust," she said,"Let me make them feel the pain." "Patience, Damask," he replied,"You'll get your chance," he turned to look over at the X-Men,"Now, will you come quietly... or can we have some fun first?" Rogue sighed, and held up her hands as if to surrender. "You've left me no choice," she said, then turned and smiled at Banshee,"NOW, GATEWAY!" Holocaust reacted instantly and fired his cannon at them, but they were already gone, disappeared as if they had never been there. --------------------------------------------- London - The Palace Of Eurasian High Council. --------------------------------------------- - Oh, they're just so high and mighty, - came the voice in his mind, then became a high, mocking falsetto, - Mutants must be wiped out, only humans can exist. - - Shush, - thought Shaw, - I need to concentrate. - - Wonder how they'd feel if they knew their Prime Minister... in fact all their advisors, were mutants? - laughed the voice, - I wonder how the Regent would feel if he knew his own sister was a mutant? How would she feel if she ever discovered she was one? - - Emma, shut up! - he thought fiercely, stifling the laughter by coughing into his hand. - Okay, - she thought, - But don't leave me hanging too long, I'm gonna have some fun a little later with the Matriach." Sebastian Shaw - Prime Minister of Eurasia - forced his attention back to the High Council. "...in conclusion," The Regent - Brian Braddock - was saying,"We are left with little choice, Apocalypse has not been seen for over a week, all our communiqués and treaty negotiations are going through Sinister," he paused,"We all know what happened the last time Apocalypse disappeared for an extended period of time." The assembled leaders of the assembled countries that made up Eurasia nodded, the last time had been when Apocalypse was 'recuperating' from battle on his Ship, when Magnus had attacked and then disappeared. "We suspect," said Shaw, taking up the flow of the conversation as he'd been ordered,"That this indicates that Apocalypse is preparing to either deal with Madripoor or us." "Have we had any luck piercing his defensive seawall?" asked the Italian Representative. "Maybe we can send in Assassins to get him, like we did with Fisk?" suggested the German Representative. "That didn't work!" cried the Russian Representative,"Fisk sent them back to us in packages and increased the fees for his raw materials! If he hadn't of had a heartattack he'd still have us by the balls... sorry Matriach." The Matriach of Eurasia - Elizabeth Braddock - and sister of The Regent smiled, waving her hand to indicate it was all right. "Perhaps we could surrender and let them occupy the continent?" suggested the French Representative, he was immediately shouted down. "Gentlemen, gentlemen!" cried Shaw, getting everyone's attention at last,"Our course of action is clear...." he trailed off, staring up, his mouth wide open, as Emma Frost entered the conference room, stripped completely naked. "Shaw?" asked The Regent,"Is something the matter." - I'll get you for this! - Shaw mind shouted at Emma, who just smiled at him and moved to the table, climbing up onto it on all fours, at the same time all the Representatives unconsciously placed a hand on their glasses of water so they wouldn't spill. "Nothing, sorry Regent," muttered Shaw, staring directly at Emma as she sat down and spread her legs, revealing the pink innerfolds of her shaven cuntlips,"As I was saying, our course of action is clear, we must step up Sentinel production and redouble our efforts to regain control of the Sentinels on Los Angeles Island, also...." He continued on, still staring drymouthed as Emma began to moan as she slid her hand down between her mountainous mounds of mam-meat and over her thin waist, then down between her legs, sliding one finger in-between her cuntlips.