This is my first submission to Literotica, so any and all feedback would be greatly appreciated. Please vote and contact me with story ideas, etc. This story uses a mid-nineties version of the X-men. All Marvel fans will have their own view of these characters. I hope my interpretation will not be so far from yours that you can't enjoy it.
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There were only six people at the Xavier Institute, home of the X-men, that morning and they were all conducting combat drills in the Danger Room. It was just a light exercise, yet the mansion that housed the Institute had its security just below red alert just to be on the safe side.
Logan, the man known as Wolverine, was weaving through a gauntlet of laser-shooting orbs, when one came into range, he would slice it apart with his adamantium claws. Rogue was pressing back on two hydraulic plates that sandwiched her from above and below. Scott Summers, A.K.A. Cyclops, had decided not to use his optic blasts and instead was sparring hand to hand with a pair of robots. Hank McCoy, also known as Beast, bounded through electrified hoops that hovered all around him. The now eighteen-year-old girl, Jubilee, was using a shooting arcade style set-up as target practice for her rather weak energy bursts.
In a corner near a large computer screen stood Jean Grey, sometimes called Phoenix, her hands on her temples. She was monitoring her teammates vital signs with her telepathy. She would take her morning run later for exercise, followed by a long, hot bath.
"Fuck," said Jubilee as her powers suddenly hiccupped into overdrive, sending an intense wave of energy right at Jean.
"Jeanie, look out!" said Hank as he leaped into her, knocking her out of the path of the blast. Jean was sent flying inter her husband, Scott, and landed face-first into his crotch.
Meanwhile, the energy blast collided with the main computer terminal. A shower of sparks arched across the perimeter of the room in a chain-reaction as everything suddenly went dark. A few seconds later, a dim red emergency light popped on.
"What the Hell just happened?" Asked Rogue, stepping away from the hydraulic plates.
"I don't know," said Jubilee, "My powers just went all wonky and..."
"And you took out the entire computer system for the mansion," Said Hank, fiddling with the now fried console.
"Any idea when we'll be back up and running?" Asked Scott.
"My best guess? Two hours give or take twelve to fifteen minutes."
"Or we could be 'outta here in three seconds flat," said, Logan, slashing at his claws against the Danger Room's doors. A sickening scraping sound flooded the room as Logan's claws simply bounced off.
"These walls are retrofitted with the same adamantium as your claws, Wolverine," said Beast, "You'll find your attempts are quite futile."
"I'll show you futile, Bub," said Logan, swinging his claws against the door in a wild frenzy. A full three minutes later, Logan stopped. The only sign of wear on the door were several dozen shallow scratches.
"Damn," said Logan.
"Well, I suppose we'll be waiting here awhile," said Jean, sitting down on the floor. "We might as well try to use our time wisely."
"I know," shrieked Jubilee, "Let's play Truth or Dare."
"I've got nothing better to do, Sugar," said Rogue.
"I'm not playing some child's game when we don't even know the extent of the damage to the mansion," said Scott.
"Wimp," said Logan.
"I must concur with Scott," said Beast, "This is no time for idle amusements."
"Let her have her fun," said Jean, "What harm could it possibly do?"
Jean Grey seldom weighed in on the arguments of her teammates, but when she did everyone tended to listen. Jean took Jubilee's hand and sat her down next to herself. Wolverine and Beast sat also, making a horseshoe pattern on the floor. Rogue swayed over, leaving only one space left in the circle for Scott. He didn't budge.
"Coming, Dear?" said Jean with an uncharacteristic edge.
After a brief moment, Scott said, "Of course," and joined the group.
"So, what are the rules?" said Hank.
"We ask each other 'truth or dare', you have to answer truthfully or attempt the dare or face a penalty. If we don't believe your answer you can be challenged and we all vote weather you're lying or not." Said Jubilee.
"Sounds easy enough," said Jean, "I'll take a truth."
"No," said Jubilee, "You need to pick a person and ask truth or dare to them, then you either ask a question or dare a dare."
"Oh. Rogue? Truth or dare?"
"Dare," Said Rogue.
"I dare you to recite the multiples of twelve backwards," said Jean.
"One forty four, one thirty two, one twenty...uhm, one-o-six?"
"One hundred eight," Said Beast, "She got it wrong."
"She tried her best," Said Jubilee, "I say we let it slide."
"Thanks Jubes," said Rogue. "But Jean, you have NO idea how to play this game. You need to give spicy questions and dares, something to get the person all hot and bothered. Let me show you. Scott, truth or dare?"
Scott swallowed, "Truth."
"I'll give you an easy one you should answer no sweat. What's Jean's favorite sex position?"
"I'm not answering that," snapped Scott.
"Then you'll have to take a penalty," said Jubilee.
"I'm tired of this silly game already," said Scott, shifting his weight to stand up.
"I'll tell ya' her favorite position," said Logan.
"Don't you dare," said Scott, balling up his fist.
"Guys, stop right now," said Jean, "Its okay Scott. We promised to play, let's play."
Scott thought hard about leaving the game but he imagined all the salacious things Jean might have to say or even do and decided that the game would be a lot safer with him in it. He scowled and said "Missionary, of course." Jean looked down with a demure smile as if to say that her husband was wrong.
"My turn," said Hank. "Jean?"
"Truth," she said.
"Which periodic element do you find the sexiest?"
"Lame!" said Jubilee.
"Let's skip Hank this round and give him time to think." Said Jean. "Scott, honey. It's your turn."
Scott knew that Logan had been carrying a flame for his wife for years now. This was the perfect opportunity to show her what a pig the man was. "Logan, truth or dare?"
"Truth, Bub. Hit me with your best shot."
"How many partners have you had?" asked Scott. "Probably dozens, I'd say."
Wolverine thought for a moment. "I have no idea," he said.
"What do we do now?" said Hank.
"I don't know," said Jubilee, her brow furrowed. "Jean could you read his mind?" She added, perking up.
