Post by Kappa on Jun 13, 2022 23:14:43 GMT
ππ½On a version of Earth where Charles Xavier is a world famous director of mutant porn, our story begins with a plump, bottom heavy, 42 year old Jean Grey on set with a "new" costar.ππ½
"Oh, God." A Middle Aged Bombshell, a slender beauty wrapped heavily in vibrantly alluring tats, blonde hair half shaved, brows pierced, ears pierced, lip pierced, looks at the redhead in a pink tracksuit with a racing heart.
"... Since... since when do you do Gay Porn?" Emma Frost asks her former rival with a puzzled expression of curiosity and confusion.
Jean, arms crossed, smirks at her old rival, showing off her, big, round posterior wrapped comfortably in navy blue spandex to a woman she hated back in her 20s, back when Emma was doing porn with men, specifically, back when Emma was doing porn with Jean's favorite costar at the time, the father of her children, Scott Summers.
Emma had hoped, after she quit that stage in her career, she'd have seen the last of that spoiled, bitchy fat ass.
Well, it was a nice 12 years while it lasted!
"What's the matter, Emmy, afraid I'm gonna out stage you like the good ole days?" Jean smirks.
Emma shakes her head.
"Alright, girls, the first scene is simple..." Charles, in his wheelchair, wearing a director's hat, a cigar in hand, appears with a very small, very petite woman with pink dyed hair with hands on his handlebars.
<"Charles, what the fuck?"> Emma speaks telepathically to her boss of 24 years.
<"I know, I know."> Charles speaks kindly. <"But Jean insisted.">
<"Why?!">
<"Well, that should be obvious by now, sweetheart!"> Charles coughs. "Lolly, darling, the script?"
"Yes, Mister X." His assistant says sheepishly.
Charles grins, licking his lips followed by a perverted cackle.
<"What do you mean it's obvious?"> Emma questionsl
<"Darling, she's been obsessed with you since 1998. She's been hounding me for years to do this.">
<"She has?!">
<"Yes. I'm sorry. She won't take no for an answer this time!"> Charles smiles. "Emma, honey I want you to diamond up your left fist and really get up in Jean's puss. Can you do that, sweetheart?"
"..." Emma batts her eyes, looking at Jean, perplexed at the calm look on her face. This was, more or less, pretty mild for Emma. But for Jean? "I'm sorry, why did you agree to this?"
Jean rolls her eyes, Charles cringes at the question. Emma can't be this stupid, right?!
"Why does that matter?"
"Cause, well, the things I do nowadays are a little intense for... well... for someone like you."
Jean huffs.
"What, you're saying I'm too vanilla for one of your movies?"
"... A little." Emma shrugs her shoulders.
"How dare you assume I can't handle what you do!" Jean growls.
"Now, Jean..." Charles gets involved, his assistant, a timid kitten, long gone at this point. "I'm actually getting a little nervous about this, too. Emma is a bit rough these days. Are you sure--"
"Yes." Jean childishly stomps her foot. "Now, are you gonna fist my pussy or am I?!"
<"... Can I take a sick day?"> Emma inquires.
"Oh, God." A Middle Aged Bombshell, a slender beauty wrapped heavily in vibrantly alluring tats, blonde hair half shaved, brows pierced, ears pierced, lip pierced, looks at the redhead in a pink tracksuit with a racing heart.
"... Since... since when do you do Gay Porn?" Emma Frost asks her former rival with a puzzled expression of curiosity and confusion.
Jean, arms crossed, smirks at her old rival, showing off her, big, round posterior wrapped comfortably in navy blue spandex to a woman she hated back in her 20s, back when Emma was doing porn with men, specifically, back when Emma was doing porn with Jean's favorite costar at the time, the father of her children, Scott Summers.
Emma had hoped, after she quit that stage in her career, she'd have seen the last of that spoiled, bitchy fat ass.
Well, it was a nice 12 years while it lasted!
"What's the matter, Emmy, afraid I'm gonna out stage you like the good ole days?" Jean smirks.
Emma shakes her head.
"Alright, girls, the first scene is simple..." Charles, in his wheelchair, wearing a director's hat, a cigar in hand, appears with a very small, very petite woman with pink dyed hair with hands on his handlebars.
<"Charles, what the fuck?"> Emma speaks telepathically to her boss of 24 years.
<"I know, I know."> Charles speaks kindly. <"But Jean insisted.">
<"Why?!">
<"Well, that should be obvious by now, sweetheart!"> Charles coughs. "Lolly, darling, the script?"
"Yes, Mister X." His assistant says sheepishly.
Charles grins, licking his lips followed by a perverted cackle.
<"What do you mean it's obvious?"> Emma questionsl
<"Darling, she's been obsessed with you since 1998. She's been hounding me for years to do this.">
<"She has?!">
<"Yes. I'm sorry. She won't take no for an answer this time!"> Charles smiles. "Emma, honey I want you to diamond up your left fist and really get up in Jean's puss. Can you do that, sweetheart?"
"..." Emma batts her eyes, looking at Jean, perplexed at the calm look on her face. This was, more or less, pretty mild for Emma. But for Jean? "I'm sorry, why did you agree to this?"
Jean rolls her eyes, Charles cringes at the question. Emma can't be this stupid, right?!
"Why does that matter?"
"Cause, well, the things I do nowadays are a little intense for... well... for someone like you."
Jean huffs.
"What, you're saying I'm too vanilla for one of your movies?"
"... A little." Emma shrugs her shoulders.
"How dare you assume I can't handle what you do!" Jean growls.
"Now, Jean..." Charles gets involved, his assistant, a timid kitten, long gone at this point. "I'm actually getting a little nervous about this, too. Emma is a bit rough these days. Are you sure--"
"Yes." Jean childishly stomps her foot. "Now, are you gonna fist my pussy or am I?!"
<"... Can I take a sick day?"> Emma inquires.