Mystique's Awkward Awakening/Story

It was past lights out at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, and in one of the girl's dorm rooms, Kitty, Mystique, and Rogue had been up late talking. At one point the subject had changed to who Wolverine had been before he'd become a teacher, something all of the girls except seemingly Mystique were curious about.

"C'mon, you're the best one to do it!" Rogue said from where she lounged on her bed, the 12 year old girl looking intently over at Mystique where the blue skinned girl lay on her bed facing away from the other girls. "No, for the 5th time. And anyways, Katie could just walk through the wall and take a look at his room, so why do you need me?" Mystique grumbled, wishing they'd change the subject.

"But what if there's nothing in there? Getting him talking would be much more effective." Kitty added, in the middle of painting her toenails on her own bed. "All you gotta do is transform into that other teacher, Ms. Jean that he likes so much. You see how he hangs around her, I bet he'd tell her anything." 12 year old Kitty finished adding a top coat to her nails, and began to blow on them. "I dare you!"

Mystique grumbled and pulled her pillow over her head. "If you want to know so bad, Rogue, just touch him and get his memories." Rogue gasped, mockingly putting a hand on her budding chest. "Me? Assault a teacher? Mystique, you're so naughty for suggesting that!" She and Kitty giggled as Mystique sat up and tossed a pillow at them. It sailed straight through Kitty as she used her phasing powers.

"You can do it, Mystique! Just take him to the kitchen and get him a beer out of the fridge there. I heard one of the older boys complain about how he won't stop talking when he has a drink, so it'll be easy." 11 year old Mystique crossed her arms over her thin blue chest, using her powers to turn into Kitty for a moment as the blue left her skin, and she perfectly copied the other girl, down to her newly pink-painted toenails.

"Oh, like, what an excellent idea. Why didn't, like, I think of that?" she mocked her, before turning back into her old self, bright yellow eyes contrasting high against her dark blue skin underneath bright red hair. Mystique usually didn't bother wearing clothes, since they just got in the way of her shapeshifting abilities. Instead, she simply used her ability to reshape her body to apply hard scaly plates over her nether regions and chest for modesty. "I know!" Rogue leaned in close, grinning at the slightly younger Mystique who's only been assigned to their dorm room a few months ago. "What if I introduce you to Angel?" Mystique's eyes went wide as Rogue smirked at her. "Wh-What? Why would I care about that?" She said, feeling her breath come faster.

"Kitty saw you transform into one of the janitors last week to go watch him and his friends playing football. You liiike hiiim.~" she teased as Mystique pulled her knees up past her face to hide her embarrassment. She'd had a crush on the 13 year old Angel since he'd handed her a dropped book on her first day at school. His blonde hair, his laugh, not to mention his gorgeous angel wings. "H-How would you do that?" she asked. "I mean, not that I c-care..."

Rogue smirked again, looking at Kitty who nodded. "Oh, we're in afternoon classes with him. It would be easy to just happen to "bump into" you after class. So, do we have a deal?" Mystique nibbled on her lower lip, thinking it over. In the end, her desire to talk to him got the better of her and she let her knees drop. "Fine. But if Mr. Wolverine doesn't tell me anything after an hour I'm leaving." Rogue leaned off her bed and held out a leather glove-covered hand. "Deal." Mystique looked at the hand, well aware that she would never touch Rogue's skin or else the older girl would suck out her power and leave her unable to move. Tenderly she took the gloved hand, shaking it and careful not to touch the exposed flesh of her forearm. "Deal."

Kitty grinned, tossing Mystique her pillow back. "Okay, good. Logan should be in the lounge this time of night. Good luck!" Mystique's jaw dropped. "You want me to do it now? Tonight!?" Rogue and her only giggled. "Why not? Besides, the sooner you get us what we want to know, the sooner we introduce you to 'him'.~" Mystique sighed, climbing off the bed. "F-Fine, but if I get caught, I'm blaming this all on you two!" she stammered, her form already changing and growing taller. Soon, a tall older woman stood where the little girl had been a moment ago, her long flowing red hair framing a mature and curvy body.

"Good luck!" Kitty held her two thumbs up as Mystique, now disguised as Jean Grey, rolled her eyes and opened the door into the hallway. Slipping out silently, she closed the door behind her. Steeling herself, the girl walked down the hall, heading for the teacher's wing. The girl squinted, seeing a figure sitting at the end of the hall outlined in the light of a lamp. Recognizing one of their teachers, Storm, on hall monitor duty tonight, she quickly thought about what she was going to say, not slowing her steps. Storm looked up from the book she was reading as Mystique walked past her. "It's not your shift for another few hours, did you need something?" She closed the book, looking up at Mystique.

The disguised little girl quickly thought about how their teacher Jean would act, and smiled warmly. "I was out in the back garden admiring the stars. It was getting a bit chilly so I cut through here. I'll see you at shift change." Storm smiled at her, and Mystique knew she'd said the right thing. "Ahh yes, it's quite a clear night for stargazing. I'll have to go look for myself when I'm done here." Mystique waved and walked on past her, seeing Storm going back to her book with an inner sigh.

Feeling more confident, Mystique walked through the main hall, headed for the lounge that Logan usually hung out at later in the evening. Turning a corner, she found him there, already drinking a beer and flipping through a magazine. He looked up as she approached, his worn eyes lighting up around his grizzled face as he saw the woman he himself had a crush on. "Jean! How were your classes today?" The man patted a seat on the couch next to him warmly, scooting aside for her. Mystique smiled and walked over, taking the offered seat. "Same as usual. Some of the newer kids are coming along very well so far."

"That's great. Wish I could say the same, but my boys are still all rough around the edges." The man took another big gulp of his beer, before slinging a big arm around Mystique's shoulders. "You want a beer? I can go get you one." Mystique shook her head, the feeling of the iron in his heavily muscled arms making her feel a little awkward. Forcing herself not to tense up, she shook her head and smiled. "That's alright. I have the later shift tonight in the girl's dorm so I can't." Logan nodded, his big hand gently squeezing the woman-disguised girl's shoulder. "Ah, right, right."

Mystique let him squeeze her shoulder while she worked up the courage to ask what she'd come here to say. Logan went to take another drink, and she tilted her head slightly as she often saw Ms. Jean do in class when she was watching the students. "Say, Logan... I know this might be an odd question, but I was out looking at the stars and thinking about the people here, and I got to thinking about your and your past..." she danged the statement out for him, not sure how much Jean was supposed to know about it already. "Ahh, I told you Jean, I don't like to talk about it, that's all." he mumbled as the squeezing of her shoulder stopped, looking down at his beer bottle. "I need another..." his hand moved off her shoulders, but she quickly put a hand on his muscled thigh. "I'll get it for you, one moment." Mystique got up gracefully and walked off towards the kitchen, trying her best to mimic the way Jean walked as she did so, which involved a lot more hip swaying than she normally did in her own walking.

Entering the large kitchen, Mystique strode over to the fridge the kids weren't allowed inside and opened it, fishing out another beer bottle that had the same label as what Logan had been drinking. As she turned around, she saw Beast at a table in the corner eating a sandwich. "Since when do you drink beer, Jean?" he inquired after wiping his mouth. "Oh, I'm just bringing it to Logan. I think he's having a rough night." Beast snorted, rolling his eyes. "Every night's a rough night for him. I'd say don't encourage him to drink more, but he doesn't need the help." Mystique laughed as Jean would, fluttering her eyelashes. "I know what you mean. Have a great night, Beast." The blue furry mutant waved at Mystique as she walked out of the kitchen, walking back over to the lounge. The man sat looking down at the wooden table, so she just set it on the table in front of him before sitting back down.

"You really want to know? If it were anyone else who asked, I'd tell them to piss off. But you, Jean..." Logan's claws slid out as he swiftly sliced the top off the beer bottle, making Mystique break character for just a moment to raise her eyebrows in shock as the top smashed into the wall, though he wasn't looking at her to see. "Y-Yeah, I do... Really. I care about you, Logan." she said in a low voice as he downed the entire beer in one big chug. As Logan gasped and slammed the bottle down, he looked up at her. "Fine, but not here... Let's go back to my room and I'll tell you." his voice was more than a little slurred, but Mystique was so close to getting the information she wanted.

"Alright, do you need a hand?" Logan waved her off, staggering up to his feet. "Nah, I'm not that drunk, but you're sweet for offering." Mystique stood and Logan wrapped an arm around her waist, making the girl almost flinch as he pulled her adult body in close and began walking off down the halls towards the teacher's wing. They walked in silence, Mystique all too aware of the feeling of his warm arm wrapped around her waist. It made her skin crawl in an odd way, and she nearly lost a grip on her power before forcing herself calm again.

Logan led her into a back hallway, opening a door to a sparsely decorated chamber. The walls were covered in scratch marks, making her sweat a little. The kids all knew their teacher had a temper and could be violent, but he'd never laid a hand on a student or hurt anyone in the school, but that didn't stop the rumors. Kicking the door closed and finally letting go of her waist, Logan thumped onto his small bed, sitting down at patting the spot next to him. Mystique-Jean sat next to him awkwardly, eyeing the scratch marks that were also on the back of the door. "I... like what you've done with the place." she lied awkwardly, and Logan chuckled. "Don't lie, I know what you're thinking. I, um, don't get a lot of company."

He awkwardly kicked a beer bottle away from his bed, watching it roll over towards the door. "So, what do you want to know?" a big hand planted itself on Mystique's thigh, rubbing softly. "I just wanted to know a little more about your past. You never talk about it. What did you do before Xavier found you?" Logan's hand was very distracting as he shifted awkwardly. "I... hurt people. The military... they used me. Experiments.. it's hard to talk about." Mystique's eyes went wide - no wonder he never talked about it. She felt a little bad for asking now, wondering if she'd made a mistake by taking on this dare. "That... must have been awful. I'm sorry." She awkwardly put a hand on his back and patted, feeling his tense muscles loosen up. "You don't hate me for it, do you? I've killed people, Jean. So many people. I fought in so many wars over the 200 years I've been alive, I've lost count." Mystique was intrigued now. He was 200 years old? "It.. doesn't matter now. You're teaching kids to control their powers, that's a good thing. You're a good teacher, Logan." The big man looked up at her, his hand sliding across her lap and over her belly as he stared.

"You're really something else, Jean. I never talk about this stuff to anyone, but you..." Mystique opened her mouth to say something, but Logan's mouth closed over it as he kissed her. Her eyes went wide as she panicked a bit, losing control over her shape on her legs momentarily as he pressed his lips firmly against hers. The 11 year old had never been kissed before, and the shocking warmth of it sent a tingling sensation shooting through her body - a warm, comforting buzz much like how she felt whenever she shapeshifted. The hand on her belly rubbed the simulated fabric of the white blouse that Mystique had copied from something she'd seen Jean wearing once. Clothes were a bit harder for her to get right than skin, especially with how they moved. They had to be part of her skin somewhere, so they couldn't really be removed, just shifted around like the pouch of a kangaroo. The hand went up her shirt, making her shiver and panic as she quickly added detail to her form underneath there that she'd not bothered with before, feeling him groping at one of Jean's breasts through her bra. The tingling sensation that came with that made Mystique shiver, a new feeling washing over the little girl as Logan broke the kiss.

"You... remind me of my wife. Memories I thought I'd lost from years ago that the Professor helped me get back. I love you, Jean." He mumbled, cupping her head in his free hand and looking her in the eyes. "Logan, I..." she began, only to be kissed again. The hand that had been groping her breast moved down past her navel, and slipped underneath her skirt. Mystique shivered as she had to quickly create the lady parts underneath the cotton panties she'd had her copy of Jean wear as Logan shoved a hand inside and began fingering her. Mystique knew a little about sex, but not enough to prepare her for a man fingering her. Her legs began to shake as the little girl, who'd not so much as touched herself down there before, was molested by their drunk teacher while she wore another form.

Breaking the kiss, Logan looked at her. "Tell me to stop... Tell me I'm a monster." he told her, and Mystique opened and closed her mouth like a fish trying to find words as he continued to grope her. "Y-You're not a monster, Logan." she managed to squeak out as Logan smiled. His demeanor changed in that moment as the hand left her panties and shirt, two strong arms pushing her down onto her back on the bed as the Wolverine climbed on top of her. Mystique's mind was in a panic, not exactly sure what to do as Logan unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it open and pushing her bra up to reveal Jean's breasts. Logan's big hands squeezed and rubbed at them, making Mystique's back arch as she gasped.

"Logan..." she breathed, as the man's hand went down to her skirt. The girl had to concentrate hard, more afraid of her cover being blown in this moment than of what he was doing to her as she focused on letting him pull the fake fabric of the skirt and panties down to her thighs, revealing the woman's pussy. "We're going all the way, baby." Logan grinned, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock. Mystique's eyes went wide at the sight of it as he got on top of her, lining it up with her pussy.

She began to panic, trying to find her voice as Logan grunted and pushed it inside the transformed little girl. Mystique yelped as his cock pushed its way inside her, feelings that she'd never felt before flooding over her as he bottomed out inside her adult woman's body. Panting, pleasure flooded through her body as he laid on top of her and began thrusting, kissing her again as she got stuffed with adult cock.

Mystique's mind started to go fuzzy as she struggled to keep a hold of her form, new feelings making it nearly impossible to concentrate. Logan grunted and kissed her, the dimly lit room making it too hard for him to see as her skin began to develop flecks of blue all over as the little girl began to lose control of her shape. She felt a strong feeling building inside her, her loins buzzing with pleasure as the feral man pounded her hard and fast, not letting up for a moment.

As he broke the kiss and grunted, Mystique gasped, her eyes turning her original golden color as semen exploded inside her cunt, sending her over the edge into the first ever orgasm of her young life. She lost control of her form completely as Logan's back arched, closing his eyes as he grunted, his cock still spurting inside Mystique as the little girl's form shrank back down to her normal size, causing her vaginal walls to tighten up greatly. "Oh, fuck Jean! Yeah, squeeze it tight like that!" he moaned as he continues to inseminate her, not opening his eyes as Mystique bit her lip, trying to get control back over her powers to shapeshift again, but unable to contrate with the pain of her pussy being painfully stretched open by a cock that was now much too large to be inside her. Tears streamed down Mystique's face as she tried not to cry, but it hurt - he was quite girthy.

Shuddering, scared of what he'd do when he saw, she frantically tried to get Jean's shape back, but the most she could seem to manage right now was changing her eyes color. Logan's eyes slowly opened, staring up at the ceiling as his cock stopped twitching. "Ahh, Jean... I can't believe we finally..." his voice trailed off as he looked down and stared at the blue-skinned little girl he was balls-deep inside instead of Jean. Logan blinked like a fish as Mystique sniffed, lying perfectly still as he stared. "What the... FUCK!?" Claws shot out of his knuckles and stabbed into the bed on either side of the little girl, making her flinch and sob. "Wait, no... FUCK!" He wiggled his hips, pulling back as his cock withdrew from inside her, leaving her pussy to ooze out his cum as he climbed off her and put his claws away.

"You're... Mystique. The shapechanger we got this year? What the hell were you thinking!? Oh my god, I really am a monster!" Logan put his head in his hands as Mystique curled up in a ball, then turned to jump off the bed and bolt for the door. A big hand snaked out and grabbed her arm as she turned to flee. "Wait.. let me make sure you're okay. Fuck, how could I have known? It doesn't matter, it's my fault. I was stupid to think Jean would ever sleep with me..." Mystique shivered, his hand like a vice around her shoulder as she eased herself back into the bed. "I... I... th-the girls... they j-just wanted me to.. they wanted to know... about your past... asked me to..." her voice trailed off as she sniffed.

"Fucking of course, and you were put up to it by older students to boot! Ahhhhh!!!" His other hand flashed out, claws stabbing into the wall as Mystique shuddered, though his grip around her arm remained firm, but not painful. "Stupid, stupid, stupid..." Mystique shivered, watching him pull his claws out of the wall and put them away. "I... I don't th-think you're a monster..." she stammered, looking up at him as she struggled to think of a reason to say. "Y-You c-could have hurt me with your claws, but you didn't..."

Logan laughed outright at this, letting go of her arm and turning her to face him on the bed. "Mystique was it? What are you, 9?" She made a face at him. "I'm 11, not a little baby 9 year old!" This just made him laugh ironically harder. "Oh, of course. 11, sooo much better. I didn't take a 9 year old student back to my room and rape them, it was an 11 year old! That makes it soooo much better!" Mystique hiked up her shoulders, not sure what to say at this point.

"It must hurt bad, let me see." Logan looked down at her belly, where Mystique had her thighs held tight together to cover her pussy. Hesitantly, she spread them a little for him as he put his hands on them and applied pressure gently, enough to make his intent clean but not enough to force her to open them without her willing to. Feeling embarrassed, the little girl spread her thighs, watching as some of his semen oozed out of her blue pussy as she did. "God damnit. Well, it's not bleeding... that's good, I think." Mystique looked up at him confused and misunderstood his meaning. "Is it supposed to bleed?"

"Well not really, but this giant thing was not meant for an 11 year old, little one!" He gestured at his flaccid penis, and Mystique winced. "God damnit, I haven't been laid in years and it was with an 11 year old... why the fuck was it so good? Because you were Jean? But you're not her, you're you..." Mystique awkwardly patted him on the back again. "Um... I don't know... Err... s-sorry, Mr. Logan... But it did feel really good, whatever that was... the s-sex." Logan's eyes locked on hers as she shifted her shoulder nervously. "It felt good? Come on, don't lie to me." He ran a finger along a tear track on her cheek, she winced a little. "W-Well, at the end it hurt, but during... umm..." She twiddled her fingers nervously. "I.. I've never done that before... it did feel nice."

Logan laughed awkwardly, slapping her on the back. "God, I'm glad to hear you haven't! Little girls shouldn't be going around having sex!" Mystique tilted her head to the side like Jean would again, and Logan stopped laughing. "Why not? That feeling... It was like how I feel when I change shapes, but even better. Exciting, and... and..." she looked down at her belly. "I never feel close to people... not really. I always feel like I'm everyone but myself, but when you put it inside me... I felt like just me. That feeling was... so nice."

Logan blinked, not sure how to process all this. "You felt like... just you?" Mystique nodded. "I couldn't even use my power after... because I didn't feel like everyone else, I just felt like me. Does that make sense?" Her wide yellow eyes looked at her teacher, wanting to make him understand. "You know what... I think I get what you mean. Did you know a lot of people call me an animal?" Mystique shook her head. "Well, I feel like an animal a lot. Especially when the rage takes me over... when I get to fuck, I can feel like that for real, all of me, all at once, not holding back. It's exhilarating... and terrifying."

Mystique smiled at him, spreading her legs open a little further. "Can... Can we do it again? I want to feel like that again." Logan's mesmerized look was broken by this question. "What? No fucking way, you're an 11 year old girl and I'm over 200. This isn't the 1800's anymore, people don't do that." Mystique pouted, the feeling of finally finding someone who might possibly understand her fading. "But... but you said you felt the same... you're not a monster, I'm asking you to. Please?" Logan looked down at the little girl as she started to cry for real this time.

"No, that's not what I... don't cry, here." He scooped her up in his big arms and cradled her, hugging the little girl and patting her back awkwardly. "I don't want to see you get hurt. I don't want any of the kids to get hurt. That's not who I am anymore." Mystique sniffed, wiping away her tears. "You won't hurt me, Mr. Logan. Please, I need to feel that feeling again..."

Logan sighed, and gently set her down on the bed. "Ugggh, f-fine... but if any of the other teachers learn about this, Mystique, I'm cooked. You can't tell anyone, alright?" She nodded happily, looking up at him. "W-Would it be better if I were h-her again?" Mystique shifted her form into a naked Jean laying on the bed in front of Logan. The big man sighed and shook his head, putting a hand on her chest. "I want you to be yourself, that's why you said you were doing this, remember?" Mystique eyes widened and she nodded, taking on her normal, blue skinned, and much smaller form.

"And I'm going to be a lot gentler this time. Fuck, what a lousy way to have your first time... monster Logan, that's me..." despite his words, his big fingers were already rubbing at the purple spots on Mystique's flat chest that were her tiny nipples. She shivered happily, feeling the start of that buzzing pleasure warming her again. "Sensitive, huh? I'll be honest, part of me was hoping you wouldn't feel anything in your own body... but kids grow up so fast these days." Sighing, Logan placed a hand on her blue pussy and rimmed it gently, making Mystique let out a little moan.

"Damn, I really am as pathetic as Scott says. Can't believe I'm letting a student seduce me like this, and not even one of the busy older girls... but a little squirt." Mystique giggled nervously, feeling her pussy getting wet from his stimulation. "Hey, don't call me a squirt. I'm not a little kid anymore!" Logan smirked, leaning in and giving her a soft kiss. "Whatever you say, squirt." The finger rimming her pussy pushed inside, making Mystique moan and cling to his arm, trying to get it in deeper. "Damn, you weren't kidding, kid, you are horny, huh? I guess it can't be helped." Logan pulled his finger out and shifted himself.

"I wanna make this as easy on you as possible if we're gonna do this, so here." Gently he lifted her up and turned her over, putting a pillow underneath her belly. "Stick your butt out towards me." Mystique did as she was told, thrusting her blue rump up towards her teacher with a shiver. She felt something hard rubbing against her slit, sending buzzes of ecstasy shooting up through her as she shivered. "If it hurts too much, I'm taking it out. Got it?" He informed the little girl. "Deal." she mumbled, pulling another pillow over for her to hug, fingers digging in in anticipation. Logan grunted and pushed, his cock tip slipping inside the 11 year old's vagina as her already loosened folds opened up.

Mystique shivered happily as her teacher pushed inside her inch by inch, slowly, until his whole length was in her belly. "Does it hurt?" He asked worriedly, and Mystique shook her head. "Feels warm... doesn't hurt. You gonna move now?" Logan sighed and placed both his hands on her little blue rump. "Doesn't Jean teach you kids to be patient?" Despite his words, he began to gently thrust, his cock sliding in and out of the little girl's love tunnel already lubed up by the last load of his she took.

"Ahhh!~" Mystique moaned softly as his cock thumped in and out of her bald pussy, sending tingly feelings shooting down to her tippy toes as they curled in the bedspread. "Mmmph... The last time I had a, umm... someone so young... fuck, it must've been over 100 years ago. I'd forgotten how tight and full of life young girls feel.~" He began to fuck her harder, his cock slamming into Mystique as she shivered in delight. Despite how rough he was being, she felt only pleasure this time as his cock kissed her mutant cervix with each thrust. "Mr. Logan... ahhh..." she moaned, feeling herself edging as his big hands squeezed and pried at her supple bottom.

"Being yourself... is better than being who someone else wants you to be..!" he grunted, shifting his weight so he could plow into the little girl even harder, making her gasp. "Remember that, Mystique. Don't let others tell you who you are. You get to decide...!" She gasped and came, her little pussy clenching up as Logan let out a more feral growl, grabbing both her hands by the wrists and pulling back on them, lifting her off the pillow as she gasped and spasmed, the feeling of pleasure from the intense orgasm grounding the little girl and making her feel more like herself than she'd ever felt in her life. "Ngggh... I'm meeee! Just me!!! I feel so... m-meeeeee!" she moaned as Wolverine growled and slammed into her, being even rougher as her feral side took over. He pounded Mystique's little blue cunt relentlessly, growling, and letting out little roars as she shuddered, riding out her orgasm and feeling another start to build as she lost feeling in her legs, focusing only on the pleasure in her stuffed little pussy.

A few minutes later, Logan roared, flooding her cunt with more warm semen as Mystique's eyes rolled back, orgasming from the sensation of his cock twitching and spurting inside her. He gave her several more powerful thrusts before letting go of her wrists, the little girl collapsing onto the bed where she shook and shivered. As Logan tugged out of her roughly, he jerked a few more strings of cum onto her butt, giving it several spanks and watching it jiggle as Mystique shivered. "Ahh... fuck that was good. You're a lot tougher than you look, Mystique. That was such a good fuck!" He rolled her over onto her back as she panted, kissing her passionately on the lips. They shared a final moment of connection before he broke the kiss, letting her up.

"Fuck, you should get back to your room before someone notices you're gone." Logan grabbed a towel and wiped the cum off Mystique's bottom and thighs. "Ah... r-right. Umm... Mr. Logan?" She looked up at him and smiled. "Can we... do this again soon?" Logan sighed, shaking his head. "Fuck it, who needs Jean. I'll teach you everything I know about love, kid. Sneak back out tomorrow night and come find me, same spot. Just uhh... don't mention my name if you get caught. Deal?" Mystique held out her small blue hand for him to shake. "Deal!"

Slipping out of his room silently, she assumed Jean's form again, walking quickly back down towards the female student's wing. Hearing footsteps behind her, Mystique slipped into the shadows by a closed door, taking on her own form to blend in in the shadows better with her blue skin. She saw the real Jean walk past and around the corner, and waited. A moment later, Storm walked past her, heading towards the teacher's wing. Mystique waited another moment before shifting into Storm and walking towards where Jean had taken a seat. "On second thought, I think I'm going to look at the stars in the garden for a bit before bed. Have a good night."

"Oh, sounds lovely. Good night, Storm." Jean said without looking up from her own book. Mystique walked down the hallway past Jean, heading back for her own room. Looking around nervously, she slipped inside. Rogue and Kitty sat up in their beds as they saw her enter and close the door, before assuming her own shape. "Well? Did it work?" Kitty asked excitedly. "What did you find out?" Rogue wanted to know.

A slow smile crossed over Mystique's face as she looked at the other girls slyly. "I did find out his past, but you know what... I think I'm gonna keep it to myself. It's not my story to tell." Rogue's jaw dropped, putting her hands on her hips. "What. You're serious? Don't leave us hanging, Mystique!"

The little girl giggled, clinging into her bed. "Come on, give us something!" Kitty added with an indignant gasp. "Nope. It was really, super personal and I don't feel right telling you." Kitty and Rogue exchanged looks. "Well then, we aren't gonna introduce you to Angel." Rogue declared. Mystique pulled the covers up to her chin. "Don't care, I'm over him." She declared with a giggle.

Kitty elbowed the air next to Rogue rather than touch her. "Wait a minute, does someone have the hots for teacher now? What the heck happened with you two tonight?" Mystique only smiled to herself and closed her eyes, refusing to answer as she felt a little bit of cum ooze warmly thigh, making her skin buzz and tingle as she drifted off to sleep.