Four lovely young women were walking down the street, three of them arguing.
“Look, I’m just saying that you don’t have to be so prudish!” Surge said, her smallish breasts firmly held inside her wraparound shirt, her sexy legs in a revealing skirt. Her blue hair had grown out, and was tied in a bun, her power-dampening gauntlets
advanced enough to be a pair of wrist-length gloves now.
Next to her walked a woman in a full burqa and niqab. She was sweating a little, but kept her discomfort to herself. She was, however, starting to get tired of Surge’s insistence she dress like a slut. “Is it so wrong that I prefer modesty? That Mercury
and I prefer to wait for someone we love before we have sex?”
“YES!” Surge said, throwing up her hands in exasperation. “There is NO POINT In waiting! God, or Allah, or WHATEVER, he helps those that helps themselves! Translated, that means that God loves a self-starter!”
Mercury frowned. “I don’t know…”
Surge sighed. She looked to X-23, who was staying in the back of the group, sipping a slushie. When she got no answer from Laura, Surge grumbled and said, “All I’m saying is this: Mercury, you have no reason to be ashamed of your body. Even without using
your shapeshifting to make your boobs bigger, you are SMOKING HOT. And Dust, it is a crime against nature that a body as amazing as yours should be hidden away like that. Seriously, I think you have bigger boobs than Storm and Ms. Frost!”
Dust blushed, as did Mercury. They appreciated the compliments, but Mercury was still unsure of herself ever since her mutation, and Dust objected to it for cultural reasons.
The argument escalated until finally, Dust snapped, “Ooooh FINE! If it will shut you up, then I will make love to the first man that comes around the corner there!”
X-23’s eyes widened, but her lips didn’t move from her straw. She sniffed the air, catching an alarmingly familiar scent.
“Same here!” Mercury said. “But ONLY if you join in!”
Surge chuckled. “If you are willing to go through it, then so will I,” she said.
At which point a grinning, happy Blob waddled around the corner.
…”Oh hell,” the three girls said.
“Guess how much of that conversation I just heard,” Blob said, smirking.
“…Fuuuuck,” the three girls said.
“I’m certainly hoping for that, yes,” he said.
X-23 looked at her three companions. “Still planning on going through with it?” she asked.
The three of them looked at each other. “…I will if they will,” Surge said after a moment.
“…Very well,” Dust said. “I shall honor the bet.”
Mercury frowned. “Same here.”
DAMN IT, Surge thought, Now I actually have to go through with it or lose face. “Fine,” she said aloud.
X-23 nodded. “Very well,” she said. “Here’s the ground rules.”
Blob scowled. “Hey, now wait a minute…”
X-23 popped her hand claws. “Let me introduce myself. I’m X-23, but my friends get to call me Laura. I’m a genetic clone of Wolverine. And I’m twice as vicious a killer, and four times as likely to kill someone that harms my friends.”
Blob gulped. “Ground rules are very nice,” he said.
X-23 sipped her slushie and nodded. “Good,” she said. “Now, ground rules: This will be your basic one night’s stand. I will let you get away with oral, anal, vaginal sex, as well as some mildly kinky stuff, however anything too bizarre, or anything that
involves mental submission, and I will rip you open. Behave yourself and treat my friends right, and you’ll get me in bed as well. Sound fair?”
Blob brightened. “That’s… Actually, that’s pretty reasonable,” he admitted. “Plus, my past girlfriends (and yes, I DO have them) have never had any complaints. I think it’s the extra thickness.”
All the girls save X-23 blushed, Laura just looking interested. She was more comfortable with the idea of a one night’s stand due to her past as a hooker.
Blob grinned. “So how about it? You want to go to my place? You want to pick a place? Or maybe we can make an actual date out of it, get some dinner first?”
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