"Mmmmm, where shall we head first, sisters?" Storm purred, stroking Emma and Rogue's bellies. She could hear the minds of the litters gestating in their wombs. It was a glorious sensation, this connection they shared. Their lustful thoughts seemed to feed
of one another's, like a hive mind. Rogue kissed Storm deeply.
'No need to talk, 'roro,' she spoke into her fellow night beast's mind as their lips and tongues played wetly against one another. 'We kin share our thoughts and save our tongues fer more important things!'
'You catch on fast, Rogue,' Emma giggled as she entered the mental conversation. Her fingers squeezed and massaged her sisters' asses. 'I've often wondered what it would be like to share a link like the Cuckoos do,' she said, referring to her young telepathic
clones. 'Storm is right, though. We need stronger mates... and I think I know whom."
An image flashed in Storm and Rogue's mind and the two grinned.
'Not a bad choice, Emma,' Rogue thought as the three strode out of the building. The wind began to swirl around them, whipping their hair up. It began to lift the three pregnant titanesses as they used their weather-controlling powers in tandem, ferrying
them eastwards to the ocean.
"Well, I can't make heads or tails of it," Pym said, rubbing his eyes as he stepped away from the microscope. "It defies all scientific rationale." Batman leaned over to peer through the machine.
"The sample reacted aggressively to any stimulus, and its resiliency seems to be off the charts," Pym continued. "I've exhausted every hypothesis I can think of."
"Maybe it's not science we need then," Zatanna suggested.
"Are you suggesting a magical solution?" Superman raised an eyebrow.
"It might be our best shot," Batman nodded. "Go gather as many mystics as you can and see what you can come up with."
Zatanna left the room, and almost bumped into Wanda Maximoff, the Scarlet witch.
"Wanda!" she exclaimed. "Just the girl I'm looking for. I need your help with that virus that's got everyone so jumpy."
"Certainly. What's the plan?" Wanda fell into step with the other magician.
"First, I think we should stop by Titans Tow- ouch!" Both women jumped as they felt something sting the back of their legs. "What was that?"
Wanda glimpsed a flicker of movement. "I could have sworn that was... never mind, no time for it."
"Right," Zatanna nodded, rubbing the numb spot. They both felt a little warmer... "Hold on. Tropelet su ot snatit rewot!"
Wasp and Bumblebee giggled as they buzzed deliriously out from their hiding place. They had no idea their stings were vectors for the virus. They just got a deliciously orgasmic charge everytime they stung someone!
Raven was meditating when Starfire popped her head in her door. "Go away, Star," she grunted as she floated a foot above her bed, her legs crossed, a nimbus of magical energy surrounding her.
"But friend Raven! There's two magic ladies here asking for you. By name! I think it's important, too. They look all full of nervous, sweaty butterflies!"
The pale sorceress sighed and drifted down to her bed. She pulled her cloak on and followed Starfire down to the living room.