(Author's note: That was just Ethan making her think his dick was that huge. In this thread, he can't change his or anyone else's bodies.)
On board the Blackbird, there was an immediate conflict as Wolverine slapped a set of high tech looking restraints around Mystique’s wrists and started shoving her towards a tiny security cell at the back of the plane. The blue mutant managed to nimbly slip
out of the burly man’s grip, propel herself off a wall, and come flying back at him with a tremendous sweeping kick. He grunted as it impacted with his iron hard stomach and landed a powerful uppercut on the woman causing her to crash to the ground spitting
blood.
“Woah! Stop!” shouted Ethan, even as he felt a wave of dizziness as he backed up his order with his power.
Wolverine halted and growled, “I thought you had her under control...”
Mystique wiped away the blood with the back of her hand as she responded, “I won’t be imprisoned. I came of my own free will.”
“Right. That’s hilarious. We don’t trust you for obvious reasons. You coming along? Yer doing it in the cell...”
Mystique glanced at Ethan and he realized he should probably do something. Honestly, he should just tell her to get in the cell. He could deal with this later. He was pretty damn tired for some reason. But as the floor shifted under his feet, he realized that
Emma was the pilot and he wasn’t going to be able to finish what they had started back in the SUV. Eyeing Mystique’s lithe exotic form, he felt his erection revive.
“She’s safe with me. Take off her restraints.” he commanded, rearranging Logan’s neural pathways as he did so.
Wolverine snorted and shook his head, “Your funeral, bub.” He deactivated the cuffs and they fell to the floor with a loud clank. He turned and headed up to the front of the plane.
Ethan had enough time to take in Mystique’s triumphant smirk as she approached before he blacked out. The combination of the powerful trans-formative command he’d given Mystique and the constant strain of maintaining Logan’s commands had depleted his power’s
reserves. That last command had been the final straw.
Logan froze in mid step as the healing factor that could casually push bullets out of his brain and repair the damage in a matter of moments, restored his neural net to its proper form. He was suddenly completely aware of what had been done to him as his memories
returned. Curling his lip into a snarl, he turned back. Mystique was helping the boy into a seat. He started to step forward only to find that he couldn’t. His body refused to cooperate and he gnashed his teeth in frustration. He recognized the sensation of
mental manipulation and now that he thought about it he remembered Ethan having Emma reinforce his commands.
Wolverine angrily stomped up to the main cabin intending to tell Emma about what was going on. Only when he got there, he found himself completely unable to say anything about the boy’s influence over him or Emma. It seemed that Ethan’s command to not do anything
to ruin his fun was still going strong. That was incredibly frustrating as it was Emma who was causing the mental block. Even knocking her out wasn’t an option as that too would definitely be ruining his fun. Logan snarled and slammed his claws into the back
of the co-pilot’s chair.
Emma tilted her head in his direction and raised one delicate eyebrow, “I don’t think the upholstery quite deserved that. Mystique secured?”
He threw himself down into the ravaged chair, “Shouldn’t you know already?”
“I’m refraining from using my powers until we know more about Ethan. I’m focusing entirely on maintaining my own defenses...”
Logan snorted. Lotta good that was doing her. “Nah, Kid said he had her under control. M’thinking he wants to slip her the dick on the way over.”
Emma’s cheeks colored a bit. He wondered what other shit he’d put in her head. Couldn’t trust her. Couldn’t trust anyone who’d looked into Ethan’s eyes. So long as the little bastard was out, Logan was clear headed even if Emma was keeping him from doing anything
with his knowledge. Best bet would be to keep him sedated but he knew he couldn’t actually do that thinks to the commands still affecting him. Still, the Professor should be able to pick everything right out of Logan’s head. So all he had to do was wait...
He hated waiting.
Raven Darkholme held the unconscious boy’s head to her chest as she watched the two X-men through lidded eyes. It was so strange and yet so exhilarating to feel such an instant connection with another being. She’d felt an inkling of it during Erik’s mission
brief. Ethan Rhodes had power and the will to use it. His casual use of humans as his sexual playthings was both titillating for her and a sign that their views on mutant-human relations were quite congruent. She’d sensed a kindred soul.
How right she had been, she thought, as her heart surged with her surety of purpose. She’d served Erik faithfully, believing in his cause, that he was the right man to bring about a world where she would be free to show her true form forever. But that devotion
was a sad pale thing in comparison to what she felt for Ethan now.
Erik was a powerful mutant, but she sensed the potential in Ethan to be much more powerful. Ethan Rhodes’ right to rule was all to clear in his mutant power. Magneto was a glorified construction worker compared to Ethan’s ability to mold minds to his whim.
She knew without a single doubt that she would serve Ethan to a far greater degree than she’d ever served Erik. Humans were the rightful servants of the better evolved more perfect mutant kind. The same was true of mutants. The weak would serve the strong
as it should be.
Mystique smiled. Ethan would have the X-men enslaved to his will and pleasure very soon. And she would be right there, helping him at every step along the way.
Jean Grey’s hair whipped in the wind brought on by the Blackbird’s turbines as the black jet settled down upon the underground hanger’s floor. She braced herself against the wheeled casualty cart, by a trick of her genetics her eight month pregnancy had left
her far less weighty than she’d imagined she’d be this far along. While her already too large breasts had increased to truly gargantuan size along with her belly, the rest of her body remained amazingly lithe and supple.
She waited as the plane’s gangplank descended and the Blackbird’s passengers exited. Her teeth clenched a bit when she laid eyes upon Mystique but suspicion was soon pushed aside as she noted the unconscious boy in her arms. His mysterious collapse could have
any number of causes and she started cataloguing various tests in her mind as the group approached, the blue woman setting him down on the cart rather gently.
“Welcome back.” she greeted them as they all headed for the infirmary. She’d already received a mental update on the mission from Emma along with an entirely unnecessary image of Ethan’s penis.
“Where’s the Professor?” asked Logan.
“Lilandra summoned him. Something fairly important as they sent a starcruiser to pick him up.” replied Jean, shaking her head a bit at the ridiculous lives they led. Alien empires, ancient Egyptian megalomaniacal mutants, prehistoric lands trapped in time....
Logan grunted and stalked off down the corridor that led to the mansion above.
Jean’s brow furrowed, “What’s wrong with him?”
Emma waved it away, “Oh he’s just being grumpy. My....uh...exuberent efforts to recruit our little mind controller-ah...not so little..may have irked him a bit.”
Jean sighed. At this point her relationship with Emma was still strained which given the mental affair she’d been having with Scott, was as it should be. Still, the way she played up her ‘slut’ persona around Jean was growing tiresome. It wasn’t Jean’s fault.
Emmahad been acting the slut even if she really did love Scott. Sending Jean an exaggerated mental image of Ethan’s penis being fellated by a teacher had been in rather poor taste.
“Anyway, his power works through eye contact. So avoid that. Ta ta. I’m dropping the blue bitch off at the holding area.” remarked Emma as she led a dull eyed Mystique away.
Jean frowned at the abrupt mental domination but couldn’t really fault Emma given how dangerous Darkholme was.
(Originally written by Cross C for the BE Addventure)
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