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X-Men - Special Training
by Steve

Part 1

Logan walked through the halls of the mansion, muttering
obscenities to himself as he dodged the people. Professor X had
asked everyone from X-Factor and X-Force to the mansion for
two weeks for a new training program. Logan, not being a
people person, walked directly to his room, ignoring any words
from anyone that spoke to him. He made his way through the
TV room, pushing people aside as he walked.
"What’s wrong with you tonight Logan?" asked Scott Summers
as Logan pushed him out of the way.
"Fuck you pretty boy," Logan said, continuing to his room. He
opened his door and entered his room, sending the door
slamming shut behind him. Quickly, he flicked on the lights and
walked over to his dresser. He grabbed the bottle of bourbon
off of it and twisted the cap. He drank rapidly, needing a release
from this social gathering. This was only the first night too.
There were still two more weeks of this.
Professor X’s plan was to have everyone come to the mansion
and learn the art of hostage negotiation. Recently, the X-Men
had been faced with a situation where they lost a hostage due to
their lack of knowledge on the subject, so Professor X felt that
a two week course covering hostage negotiations was in order.
He invited the members of X-Force and X-Factor also, feeling
that it may be to their benefit to know it as well.
Shatterstar walked through the crowd, looking for someone he
knew. He still didn’t fully understand the customs of Earth
people, especially parties. He didn’t know what Earth people got
from being at a party, because he sure didn’t see anything
special happening at this party. No fights, no competitions,
nothing that he considered fun.
"Star, loosen up a little," Siryn said from behind him, resting her
hand on his shoulder.
"I don’t get this party thing Theresa," Shatterstar said, relieved
that he had finally found someone he knew.
"What don’t you understand?" she asked.
"The fun you all seem to be getting out of this. I feel no
enjoyment in talking with people I don’t know. Where is the
fighting?"
he asked.
"You have a one track mind," she said, laughing, "Come with
me, I’ll introduce you to some people you may like."
Theresa led Shatterstar to a table where Psylocke, Gambit, and
Rictor sat.
"Shatterstar, this is Betsy and Remy," Theresa said, pointing to
the groups. Shatterstar already knew Rictor well. Hell, they
were best friends.
"Hello, it is nice to meet you," Shatterstar said politely to his new
acquaintances. He then turned to Rictor, "I have been looking
for you all night. I am relieved that I have finally found you."
"What were you looking for me for?" Rictor asked.
"You are one of the few people I know here," Star said solemnly.
"Why don’t you try to meet someone then?" Rictor asked.
"I don’t like parties like this. I don’t feel right. There is no
fighting," Star stated boldly.
"No fighting?" Betsy asked from across the table.
"Yes, no fighting," Star stated firmly.
"Parties with fighting?" Betsy asked in confusion.
"Yes. On my home world, we would hold large gladiatorial
tournaments at parties. There would be large feasts after the
battles.
And dancing and music. But there is none of that here. Just
people socializing. Hardly a party," Shatterstar said, crossing his
arms on his chest and leaning back in his chair.
"That sounds like one fuck up party mon amie," Gambit said,
laughing and sipping his beer.
"I think it sounds fun, like an ancient Roman type thing," Betsy
said. She seemed intrigued by Shatterstar’s words. She smiled
at him, "Tell me more, please."
The next two hours were shrouded by Shatterstar’s stories of his
home world. Remy and Rictor left, but Betsy stayed,
mesmerized by the man she was talking to. He seemed perfect.
Often during the conversation, she would zone out and just
stare at his amazingly toned body. He was wearing a t-shirt, but
she could still see the definition in his muscles. She was
extremely turned on by him. And his stories. He spoke with such
passion about his fights. Betsy wanted to just jump across the
table and kiss him, but he seemed so frigid, that she was afraid
he may push her away.
"And that is about it," Star said finally.
"I’ll be right back," Betsy said, "Don’t go anywhere."
Betsy got up and filed through the thinning crowd. It was getting
late, and a few people had gone to bed and several more were
on their way. She hoped one person was still up.
"Theresa?" Betsy asked, walking up behind Theresa. She was
sitting down, talking to Storm and Jean.
"Yes?" Theresa said, turning around to face Betsy.
"Listen, I’ve been talking to Shatterstar over there for about two
hours, and I really like him and all, but does he, you know?"
Betsy asked, winking at her and making a few crude hand
gestures.
"Star? Of course, but he’s very ambiguous about it. You have to
spell it out pretty obviously before you do it , he doesn’t
handle hints or symbols too well yet. He’s actually very
passionate," Theresa said, blushing a little.
"This sounds like a voice of experience," Jean giggled.
"Oh shush," Theresa said, blushing more.
"Thanks for your help," Betsy said, walking back towards
Shatterstar.
"No problem," Theresa said, turning back around.
Betsy walked back over to Shatterstar and sat down in the chair
next to him.
"Ok, I’m back," Betsy said, smiling at him.
"I am glad," Star said.
"You are?" Betsy asked happily.
"Yes I am. I find you very attractive and enjoy your company,"
he said.
"Well, then, can we go some place a little more private?"
"Why?"
Betsy and Shatterstar walked through the mansion, arm in arm,
talking about the great battles they had participated in.
Shatterstar had never met a woman who liked talking about
weapons and fighting as much as he did, at least not on Earth.
He really enjoyed being with her, and he felt something he had
not felt for a long time, not since he was with his wife back
home, he was horny.
"Well this is my room," Betsy said. They entered her room, the
lights flicking on with their presence.
"It is very orderly," Star observed.
"Why thank you," she replied. She walked over to her stereo and
flicked on the switch. She pressed the play button and soft
jazz music filled the air.
Betsy walked over and sat down on her bed and motioned for
Shatterstar to do the same. He complied and took up a seat
next to her. Their eyes met and stared endless into each other.
Betsy put her hand on top of Star’s, grinning slightly at him. She
reached out and placed her lips on his, giving him a gentle kiss.
"That was enjoyable," Shatterstar said, grinning for the first time
that night.
"Good, I was beginning to wonder whether you could smile or
not," Betsy joked, kissing him again, this time deeper and more
passionate. Star wrapped his hands around Betsy’s neck,
caressing her flesh and pulling her closer to him. Betsy used her
hands to pull off his shirt, breaking their kiss momentarily. Her
fingers moved all over his naked skin, loving the feel of his rock
hard build.
"You have a great body," Betsy said, quickly returning her lips to
Star’s. He said nothing, just continued to probe her mouth
with his tongue. Of course, Betsy didn’t really mind, she was
really enjoying this.
"Let’s hope the rest of you works as well as your tongue does,"
Betsy said, drawing back from Shatterstar. She quickly pulled
her shirt off over her head and removed her bra. She threw
herself back on the bed.
"I assure you that it does," Star responded, sprawling his body
out over Betsy, taking her breasts in his hands. She giggled
softly as his lips roamed her body, planting wet kisses over her
neck, stomach, and breasts.
"Ooh… That feels so good," Betsy moaned. Star’s lips moved
slowly down her body, until they reached the waistline of her
jeans. In one quick motion, he released the clasp and had them
off of her. He gently massaged her swollen pussy through the
material of her satin panties. "Oh god! Don’t stop!" she groaned.
"I had no intention to," Star said, his hand pressing harder
against her moist flesh. He could feel the dampness of her
pussy
soaking through her panties. He used her other hand to slowly
lower the waistband of her confining panties, while the other
hand continued to pleasure her. He soon had Betsy’s panties on
the floor, along with her other clothes. Using two fingers, Star
traced around her labia slowly, causing Betsy to emit a high
pitched moan.
"Oh shit! That’s great!" she sighed, cupping her breasts in her
hands.
"My tongue has more than one use," Star said, dipping his
tongue deep into Betsy’s now dripping pussy. She threw her
head
back and screamed as his tongue dug deeper and deeper into
her womb, sending waves of sexual desire through her body.
Shatterstar rolled his tongue in and out of Betsy’s aching cunt.
Her juices flowed freely out of her hole, giving Star an incentive
to continue his exploration. She adored the feeling of his tongue
inside of her, it had been so long since she had let it all go and
give into her sexual desires. It was refreshing, to say the least.
"Stop teasing me and put it in me!" Betsy screamed. She loved
to have her pussy licked, but she loved so much more to have a
man inside of her. Besides, she wanted to be close to
Shatterstar, wanted to have his sweaty body pressed to hers.
"Yes ma’am," Star said. He stood up and pulled off his jeans,
and briefs, freeing his straining erection. Betsy gasped when she
saw it. It was huge. She had never had one that big before, but
she was determined to try. She spread her legs as wide she
could, giving him as much room as possible.
Star approached Betsy’s spread legs, positioning himself at the
entrance of her sex. He slid it in slowly and gently, watching
Betsy the whole time for any sort of disapproval. Once it was
about half way in, and Betsy was grimacing painfully, Star laid
down on top of her. He gently gyrated his hips, starting slowly.
Betsy pushed her hips in the air, meeting each stroke, creating a
rhythm between them. Each stroke drove Shatterstar deeper
into her, until eventually, his entire erection was buried inside of
her.
"Oh yes!" Betsy screamed, raking her fingers up and down
Star’s back, "That’s so good!"
With every stroke, Betsy made a new, unique sound, each
sounding more dire than the last. She wanted to feel him cum
inside
of her, but at the same time, she never wanted it to end. And
finally, with a loud groan, it was over, Shatterstar spraying his
seed deep with in her. He collapsed onto her, bringing his face
right next to Betsy’s. She reached out and felt his lips with hers,
tasting his sweat mingled with her juices.
"That was amazing," Shatterstar said, not being able to think of
any words to describe it fully. With the shape he was in, Star
rarely had to stop and catch his breath, no matter what he was
doing, but right now, he was panting uncontrollably, his breaths
short and staggered.
Betsy fell asleep before she could respond to him. Shatterstar
rolled off of her gently, trying not to wake her. Pulled the
blankets on top of her and tucked them in around her body. He
stayed and watched her sleep for awhile, before finally dressing
and going back to his own quarters.

