Storm Breaker

I am almost certain that Jean is obsessed with me and Jack because of our descent from Ormagoden. Like the Phoenix that is repressed inside her, Ormagoden is a creature of fire, destruction, and life. In a case of like reaching out to like, we all possessed an intense attraction towards each other that we didn't fight.

While most of the X-Teens were put off by the suddenness of our new relationship, no doubt whipped up at every opportunity by Captain Lasers, free love Professor X was very supportive of it. Young people exploring their boundaries is the spirit of High School, he said.

When we finally attended this American High School that was supposed to grind down our rough edges and see us become working members of society it was already finals week. We attended two half day sessions at the school and breezed through a few exams that would serve as the entirety of our grade for the semester. The response to us was as negative as expected, but far different from what would have happened in a normal X-Men romp.

I had determined one key difference in the absence of Sublime. For the uninitiated, Sublime is a microscopic parasite hivemind that has infected the entire human population except those with the X-Gene who are immune to it. Because of this Sublime makes all baseline humans hate X-Gene mutants to greater and lesser extent based on plot necessity. Basically Sublime is a McGuffin used to reset any progress the X-Men should make via their heroism.

Without Sublime gunking up the works, Charles Xavier has already won most of the battle for mutant civil rights, having gotten anti-discrimination laws passed federally after decades of campaigning. He was the Mutant Martin Luthur King Jr. to Magneto's Eldridge Cleaver.

During this time period Kurt Wagner and Rogue got into some Mystique related shenanigans but Team Eat'em wasn't invited to participate for obvious reasons.

We didn't actually do much with the X-Men - as they refused to train with us and honestly the danger room isn't advanced enough to test us - until we were hanging out in the backyard of the mansion and got attacked by teenaged versions of Burner, Lifter, Peepers, Shocker, and Slither. If you aren't impressed by that line up you're in good company as we weren't either.

"Nice." I barked when a silver orb came down to take me up to Asteroid M.

"Let Jean out of the cryo tube." I told Magneto, "Should probably keep Storm in there, but Jean will be cool with us here."

"You believe that you can keep the psychic in line?" Erik Lehnsherr asked in his neat bad guy uniform.

"Wouldn't have recommended it if I didn't think I could." I answered.

"Very well." Eric agreed and let the girl rapidly thaw out.

"Grunt?" Jean sighed, "What's going on?"

"I'd tell you to chill, but we just thawed you out." I told her, "Xavier's pal Magneto has got an offer to buff our mutant powers with a device he has made. I am taking the opportunity and so are Jack, Kat, and Linda. For you… eh… maybe. Side effects haven't been tested much yet so I suggest you put it off till we have had time to observe all the results."

I fixed an eye onto Mags and he nodded his head in understanding.

After everyone assembled, Jack and I hit the machine first. I felt the powers we took from Sabretooth maximize, but other than that no changes. If it had maxed out all the power we'd taken over the years that would have been sweet.

Linda and Kat got far more power proportionally out of this shebang than we did by the virtue of Sabretooth's powers making up proportionally more of their overall strength than ours. The Summer's brothers were the first people to experience side effects since Sabretooth himself had been on the run since our encounter and thus wasn't here. They came out of the chamber buffed up with bone white hair and apparently completely stripped of emotion. The smugly superior smirks on their faces made lie of that which means that Scott and Alex are just assholes high on a power trip for what comes next.

Alarms blared and Magneto ordered the pair to defend Asteroid M from the approaching X-copter. They botched it and Jean had to pull them away from the crashing vehicle. After that everyone was kung fu fighting as the X-Men and the Brotherhood beefed it out. Scott got a very stern talking to from Jean which didn't seem to have much of a reaction aside from letting him know what a knob he was being.

In the end he and his brother blew their Cyttorak loads before it settled by blasting Asteroid M with their full power, reverting them from their Chad enhanced forms right back to their virgin teenager forms and everything went back to normal like the Cauldron never happened. Except for me and my battle harem. We got to keep the powerup till it fully set because none of the fighting was even close to making us expend effort.

Over the summer, the number of teens living at the X-Mansion increased, but despite the growth of the team the local chapter of the Brotherhood was undeterred to start shit once the school year kicked off. They ended up launching a terrorist attack on a local soccer game. After getting their asses kicked Xavier wiped all the minds of the civics so that the power of High School could correct the anti-social behavior of the teens.

Soon after, Jean's power started spiking up, causing her to unleash her psychic powers uncontrollably in the middle of the mansion. It was fun to deliver Rogue to her to drain off the excess power, but I don't understand how this was a permanent solution.

We made a game of completing High School and the four of us each had our own means to do it. Jack slept in all her classes, refused to do homework, and aced all the tests and quizzes for a C's get degrees approach. I used the time to study college textbooks Xavier was kind enough to provide for me to round out my education from pure tech and engineering focus to a full polymath. Kat played video games on a pad we made in Halo, and Linda actually attended High School like a normal High Schooler.

What a stone cold psycho.

We didn't have anything to do with the various X-Drama till Storm started getting tormented by a Shaman from Africa and I sensed my opportunity to clap them cheeks. I let the mother fucker bother her till her stress became readily apparent then offered my assessment and assistance.

After her nephew crept away from his eavesdropping I approached the pair of Storm and Charles in her room.

"If I may be so bold." I interrupted their discussion about sending Evan home to her sister, "Your nephew has nothing to do with what is going on right now."

"What do you know of what is happening with Storm?" Charles asked.

"Shaman magic." I sniffed the air, "I can smell it."

"You believe that this is a mystical attack?" Charles questioned.

"I am a master of two magic systems." I informed the man, and it was true with me finishing out my training in Skyrim magic while we were here and having started stealth training with Jack, "I can provide assistance."

"I'll gladly take it." Storm said almost pleadingly.

"Okay." I grinned and rubbed my hands together, "All we need to do wait for the next attack and I'll handle the rest."

"Then I bid you both a good night." Charles nodded his head and left us together.

I employed my old tried and true method of seduction. Asking her about herself. Not in a lame way like saying 'Tell me about you.' but by getting her to talk about a safe topic and listening to her response to form ever deepening questions. This process was briefly halted when the Shaman next attacked and with a quick application of demon magic I inflicted his exposed soul with a curse of agony. The man would never again feel anything but pain throughout his entire being and would kill himself within the next hour.

To those who doubt such a thing, I can only envy the pain free life you have led. True pain is crippling, maddening. Anyone who has bought the idea of the main character of a novel rising above true pain to deliver justice or whatever such nonsense is kidding themselves. It's a literary flex to make a protagonist seem cooler.

Pain can be so bad the bearer will believe amputation or death preferable.

Thank God I am a Krogan and my nervous system can completely block pain with just a little anger.

"And it's done." I grinned.

"So easily." She cocked an eyebrow.

"Some loincloth wearing shaman just tried to go against a master of Demonic magic." I chuckled, "Of course it was that easy. His primary method of casting involves sending his soul at his target. I could defeat him and a thousand like him just as easily."

"Thank you, Grunt." she smiled and gave me a relieved hug, "I don't know how I can thank you enough."

"I can tell you how, but that would be quite unseemly." I smirked.

"I think I know what you want." She grinned and stood up, sitting back down in my lap and grinding her huge round ass on me, "You've been staring at it like a dog since I first met you."

I grabbed her hips and smiled, "Let he who is not obsessed with this ass cast the first stone."

I stripped down after chucking her onto her bed.

"I am going to destroy you."