Archive of Our Own ^beta

Chapter Text

Ratings were down, audiences were bored, and Mojo was panicking.

He frantically typed away at a multitude of keyboards, bringing up pie charts, bar graphs, digital spreadsheets, focus group reports and one-star reviews, all while shrilly screeching at his slaves subordinates to carry out menial tasks, - bring him coffee, publicly execute every writer on every show, pitch more ideas - until he was RUDELY interrupted by Major Domo.

“Perhaps, O Bawling Blubberball, you should try researching what is currently popular with audiences, instead of blindly throwing ideas around.”

Mojo’s head whipped around like it was on a swivel, a patronizingly large smile on his (frankly terrifying) face. “Ohhhhh, what a LOVELY IDEA, Domo!! Now, if you’d only tell me WHERE THE HELL I’M SUPPOSED TO DO THAT!?!” He yelled out. Pouting, he turned back to his many screens, typing away.

“…On your various computers, O Grating Glutton.”

A pause. Mojo swallowed, his eyelid twitching. He slowly turned around, his artificial, spider-like legs making metallic tippy-taps on the floor, and just stared for a bit, drool dripping from his manic smile. Then, he nodded.

“Yeah. Computers, yeah, yeaaahhh….” Mojo muttered to himself, turning back around while scratching at his chin with his spindly finger. He typed for several seconds, contemplating the results he was given. He hummed in understanding.

“Porn.” Was his only answer.

“…Porn..?” Was the incredulous reply.

“Porn!” Mojo cried out, gleefully clapping his hands. He scooped Major Domo up, spinning him around in the air. “Yes! YES!!! Pornography is what’s gonna SAVE. OUR. BUSINESS!!!” Mojo dropped Major Domo and scuttled back to his computer displays, furiously tapping at the screens and typing more.

“Weren’t we downgraded to ‘educational broadcasting’ only a few months ago, O Tubby Taskmaster?” Major Domo inquired tentatively, attempting to look past Mojo to catch a glimpse of what was on the displays. Was that… an interdimensional IMDB page? Major Domo sighed, rubbing his temples.

Mojo giggled maniacally as he scrolled through the sites, before gasping and snapping his fingers. “Look! They’re… PERFECT!!!” He cried, pointing at a picture of a nervously smiling, white, featureless face. “Kevin ‘Morph’ Sydney…. oh, look at them!! Absolutely beautiful!! This is it, here’s our STAAAAR!!” Mojo sang, giggling and clapping his hands together.

“One of the X-Men, O Substantial Supervisor?”

“Of course!! You remember how they drove our ratings THROUGH. THE. ROOF?! It’s perfect, PERFECT, I tell ya!” Mojo shrieked, throwing his hands up in the air in jubilation. “We put them in our videos, and soon, we’ll be back on top! Nobody will be able to resist ‘em, not with that perfect body, those soulful eyes, and that smooth skin! They’ll be a superstar!!”

————————————————————————

Morph sat at their desk, staring blankly at their monitor. The sound effects of clicking Geiger counters and dogs barking echoed softly from the speakers connected. They knew they should’ve been working on the new digital firewall for the mansion’s computers, but they just couldn’t bring themselves to. They jolted up from their half-delirious state as a flash of bright light surrounded them, pulling them into the computer.

After a particularly rough landing, Morph groaned as they looked up at the Spineless One in front of them. The maniacal smile of the man in front of them caused them to scurry away on their hands and knees. They yelped as they were scooped up by the back of their loose flannel shirt - borrowed from Logan, of course - and suspended in front of Mojo’s face.

“Hello, darling!! I’m SO glad you’re here, because I’m gonna make you FAMOUS!!” Mojo enthusiastically sang into Morph’s face. God, his breath was awful… Morph watched as Mojo whipped out a small screen with a contract on it, and a digital pen for Morph to sign their name with. “C’mon, kiddo, this is the chance you’ve been waiting for!!”

Morph took the screen in their hands, reading through the contract. Their eyes gradually widened as they scrolled down, words such as ‘inter/outercourse’ ‘contractually obligated’ ‘various team-members’ and ‘indefinite period’ stood out to them. They gulped nervously, glancing at Mojo’s scrutinizing eyes. Carefully, they signed their name.

Kevin Sidney.

Chapter Text

Morph looked over the script, flipping through the pages. They looked up at Mojo, their new boss, and nodded.

“Yeah, I can do this one. He’s not bad looking.”

————————————————————————

Morph walked up to the grand oak doors, and gently knocked. “You may enter.” Was the response.

They nervously slipped through the large doors, slowly closing them behind themselves. Looking back at the older man standing in the corner of the office, a shiver running down their spine at the way his chilling blue eyes traveled down their body.

Magneto cleared his throat. “I expect you know why you’re here, yes?” He questioned.

“Uh, yea- y-yes sir!” Morph barked out, “Yes, and I’m sorry. It won’t happen again.” They bowed their head, folding their hands together in front of their chest, as if begging for forgiveness.

“Oh, it won’t. I’ll make sure of that.” Magneto chuckled, floating from the corner of the room to sit in the posh leather rolling chair situated behind the large desk. He patted his thigh after sitting down, and Morph felt their knees go weak. “Over here. Now.”

Morph practically tripped over their own feet as they scurried over to stand in front of him.

Magneto took his helmet off, revealing his long silver hair, and set it on the desk. He patted his thigh again, and Morph cocked their head to the side, not quite understanding. Magneto sighed and rolled his eyes. “Lay across my lap. You need to be taught a lesson.” He pulled Morph downwards to lay on their stomach, with their groin pressed against his thigh. They gasped as he tugged down the waistband of their tights, exposing the milky gray skin of their ass. Magneto took a handful of paperclips from a cup on the desk, and used his mutation to form them into a pair of rudimentary handcuffs, which he then used to bind Morph’s hands behind their back.

“From now on, the only words you are allowed to say are ‘I’m sorry’, or nothing at all. Do you understand?” Magneto inquired. Morph nodded fervently.

The first strike fell against their ass, and they gasped, less at the stinging sensation and more at the harsh sound of leather-clad skin against skin. Magneto barely managed to hold back a chuckle at the way Morph’s entire body rippled with the force of the impact, as though it was made of jelly, which, arguably, it was. “Do you have anything you’d like to say, Kevin?” Magneto taunted.

“…I’m sorrY- EE! Morph began, but was cut off by their own high-pitched yelp as Magneto smacked their ass again, in the same spot. They felt their gray face flush a bright shade of pink, trembling as Magneto’s calloused hand massaged their sore rear. “H-how do you know my real name? Did I ever tell you it?” The only response Morph gets is another smack on the butt.

Three smacks turn to five, then ten, then thirty. Morph pants, squirms and sobs, apologizing profusely for something they can’t even remember they did. After one final smack, Magneto maneuvers them to lay their chest against the desk, and unbuttons the fly on his pants. Morph gasps as Magneto’s cock flops out from the confines of his pants and lands on their lower back. He maneuvers his cock to rest between their thighs, and begins moving, his pelvis bumping against Morph’s sore ass with each thrust. He gradually starts to speed up, his own huffs and groans mixing with Morph’s whiny noises. He presses the side of their face into the hardwood desk, leaning over them more to gain a better angle. His cock pistons between their thighs a few more times before he reaches his peak, and gives a few more shallow thrusts as he comes down from his high. He then zips up his pants, puts his helmet back on, undoes Morph’s bonds and leaves the room, as well as a hot-and-bothered Morph.

————————————————————————

Morph lays on a couch in their dressing room, wearing a blue silk robe, and a small slip of paper floats down from the ceiling onto their makeup table. They pick it up and read it:

Mojo’s Notes for Morph!
* have something down there next time!! our magneto actor had to improvise with the thigh thing!!!!!!!! >:(
* your acting was a liiiiiitle shoddy. we’ll work on it!!!!!
* super good on everything else!!!!

They pump their fist in the air, and promptly flop back down onto the couch.

Chapter Text

“You’re setting me up with Wolverine?!”

“Wellll, not exactly… the guy’s gonna LOOK like Wolverine, but he’s not gonna BE Wolverine, y’know?” Mojo explained, gesturing wildly with his hands. “Don’t worry, you’ll do fiiiiiineeeee!”

As Morph picked up the script, Mojo shot them a double thumbs-up.

————————————————————————

Morph tilted their head back and let out their signature cackle as Logan carried them through the doorway to the hotel room. Both were dressed in tuxedos, both wearing shiny, golden rings. The two shared a loving kiss, before Logan playfully threw Morph onto the king-sized bed that practically took up half of the room.

“Hey! Careful, we don’t want my fancy new tux to get wrinkled!” They teased as Logan took his bowtie and suit jacket off. Morph watched appreciatively as he slowly unbuttoned his dress shirt, revealing the wide expanse of his hairy chest. Morph thought it looked like a forest they’d gladly get lost in.

The shapeshifter was interrupted from their thoughts by the bed creaking under Logan’s body, his metal-coated skeleton a strain on the bedframe. Morph giggled again. “Hi.”

Logan kissed their forehead, taking in a deep breath of their scent. “Hi, sweetheart.” He pulled back, studying their face. “Somethin’ on your mind?”

“Just…. wonderin’ about… how this is gonna go.” Morph stuttered out, rubbing Logan’s shoulder. “…Like, what do you want me to have, like, down there?” They gestured to their lower body, still in their wedding suit.

“I want you, darlin’. Remember, we’re takin’ this at your pace, like ya asked.” He replied, massaging his thumb against Morph’s cheekbone. They chuckled self-deprecatingly. “Yeah, but, there’s nothing down there, Lo. I’m gonna need some direction.”

“Oh, uh. Well, that’s alright… Hey, really, it is! Don’t look at me like that, not on our wedding night!” Logan falls into soft laughter as he talks, kissing his spouse’s forehead again and again, making them thrash and cackle. He starts to unclothe them, throwing their suit jacket and dress shirt into a pile on the floor. He grunts in confusion as they push him away, watching with a loving smile as they fuss over picking the discarded clothes up and folding them neatly, complaining about how they shouldn’t wrinkle the suits they wore for their wedding and the possible future sentimental value.

Morph got back in the bed with a sigh that quickly turned into a swoon as Logan pulled them close, kissing and nipping at their neck. They ran their fingers through his hair, whispering against his forehead as they kissed it. “Last call, what do you want me to have?”

Logan took a break from marking up Morph’s neck to reply with a “Whatever makes you comfortable,” before diving back in with a rough bite. The shapeshifter squealed, and slapped their hand against their mouth to muffle the noise. They removed their pants, draping them over the headboard of the bed. Logan eagerly grabbed their hips, pulling them flush against his body, and rolling over so that he could hover above his blushing bride. He pulled Morph’s hand away from their mouth and kissed their knuckles, and Morph swore they felt themself fall in love all over again.

Logan’s calloused hand left Morph’s and began to travel downwards, tracing over the pale, smooth surface of their skin, before stopping at the waistband of their underwear - which he just now realized were patterned with his mask. His grey eyes flicked upwards to meet their pure white ones.

“…May I?” A genuine question, born of love and slight concern.

“Logan, if you don’t touch me right now, I’m gonna explode.”

Logan snorted. “Alright, alright. Can’t have that happening, huh, pretty?” He slowly tugged downward, revealing more of their body, and their dripping cunt. Logan let out a small groan of anticipation.

“I just thought you’d probably know more about what to do with this than anything else… What do you think?” Morph nervously whispered, waiting for their husband’s response.

“I think it’s perfect, just like you are,” Logan murmured, leaning forward to speak into their ear. “…And, I think I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t even think.”

Morph felt a shiver run through their whole body, and they nodded, biting their lower lip. They felt Logan’s hand slip between their thighs and push two thick fingers into their cunt. They whined at the stretch, and Logan took that opportunity to kiss them, slipping his tongue into their mouth. It explored the cavern of their mouth as his fingers explored their pussy, and he happily swallowed every noise they made. He pulled away, his fingers exiting Morph’s body with an obscenely wet ‘slurp-smack’ noise that made them both cringe, then sigh in unison as the head of Logan’s cock pressed against Morph’s entrance. He maneuvered their thighs to bracket his hips, and just before he pushed into them, he looked to their eyes one more time.

“Y’know, Logan… if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you’re stalling.” They teased. Logan huffed and rolled his eyes, and began pushing his cock into their waiting cunt. Morph’s laugh melted into a drawn-out moan, their back arching off of the mattress. Once Logan fully sheathed himself inside, he set a slow, deep pace, thrusting in and out of them. This pace continued for several minutes before Morph started getting impatient.

They grit their teeth, panting softly. “Can you please speed up? I want it fasteeRRUUAAH!” Their sentence ended with a pitchy moan as Logan did as he was told, speeding up to a rough pace. They wrapped their arms around his shoulders, clinging to him like a lifeline as they got closer and closer to their orgasm. “Ohhh my god, fuckfuckfuck!! Logaaan!!!”

The clapping of skin against skin echoed in the small bedroom, coupled with Morph’s whiny moans and Logan’s soft grunts. Logan shoved his head into the junction of Morph’s neck, taking deep inhales of their scent. They smelled earthy with a chemically undertone, like that fancy kind of clay that artists use to make their sculptures. He thought it fit them perfectly, like they were an artist’s masterpiece made just for him to enjoy. His thoughts were interrupted by a loud, breathy wail as Morph reached their climax, their gray body almost melting as they slumped onto the sheets beneath them. They watched as Logan kept thrusting, his movements getting less and less coordinated by the second. If they strained their ears, they could’ve sworn they heard him whimpering as he grew closer to his orgasm. Logan bit down on Morph’s shoulder as he spilled inside them, panting and groaning.

Once Logan came back down to earth and pulled out of Morph’s spent body, he quickly got up to get a towel to clean up. He came back to the sight of his spouse with his cum leaking out of their pussy, and something about it just felt so… right. Logan laid down on the bed next to them, and began - begrudgingly - cleaning them up. He hesitated momentarily when he heard them whine, and looked up with concern. “Oh, it’s fine… ‘m just a little sensitive… down there.” They muttered. Logan nodded.

Once Morph was fully cleaned up, Logan flopped down next to them, wrapping his strong arms around their slender frame, pulling them close. They threaded their fingers into his hair, scratching his scalp, giggling as a deep rumble drifted from his chest. “You purring for me? So cute…” Logan’s purring grew louder as he pressed his head against Morph’s chest, growing more tired the more they played with his hair. “Love you.”

“Love ya too, bub.”

————————————————————————

Someone left Morph a box of chocolates on their makeup table. They opened it and took one out, putting it in their mouth and letting it melt there. It tasted like coconut and raspberry. A new slip of paper sat near it.

They picked it up and read it;

Mojo’s Notes for Morph!!!!!

- you did great with the plotline we gave you!!!!
- super hot noises, i guess?

“You guess..? That’s reassuring.” Morph mumbled through a mouthful of chocolate. The next one they ate had pecans in it, and they spat it out into the trash.

Chapter Text

“Oh. Yeah, this’ll work.”

“YAY! I promise, you won’t regret this decision, Morphie!!” Mojo shrieked.

Morph flinched slightly at Mojo’s joyful outburst, and sighed. “Yeah, but my ass might.” They smirked a bit. Mojo let out a slightly forced laugh.

————————————————————————

“G-god, this sucks…” Morph stuttered out, shivering in the bitter cold. They had been sent on a scouting mission to investigate an anti-mutant association’s base with Beast in the middle of nowhere, and they felt like their limbs were about to freeze and snap off. “Wh-hat are we even doing, again?”

Beast chuckled and pat their head, wiping off some snow that piled on it. His hands were big and warm, his thick blue fur a natural barrier from the cold. Morph was jealous. “Patience, my friend. Just a few more minutes, and we’ll be have enough information to take a break for the night. There’s a safehouse not far from here.” He went back to watching the base with his binoculars. Morph sighed. They could feel the cold seeping into their very bones. It wasn’t like they had any in this form, but the sensation remained.

Once Beast finished writing down all the information he could gather on the schedules of the base’s security, Morph couldn’t feel their fingers or toes, and the rest of their limbs were beginning to grow numb. They watched as Beast stood up, clearly expecting them to follow, but they physically couldn’t. A small, sad sound escaped their mouth.

“Oh dear. Morph, can you move? Do you need me to carry you?” Beast took his teammate’s silence as an undeniable answer of ‘no’, and picked them up, carrying them bridal-style against his fluffy chest. Morph sighed in relief at the warmth. They didn’t pay much attention to the trek to the safehouse, instead opting to study Beast’s face. They only looked away when they felt themselves being maneuvered to be held in only one of his arms as he opened the door.

The cabin was small, with nothing but a meager kitchen, a fireplace, a sitting area with a table, and a bed. The shapeshifter sighed as Beast took off their wet clothes and set them down onto the bed and tucked them under the quilt. They stared at the ceiling as Beast started a fire in the fireplace and started making soup. Once the soup was done, Beast wrapped them in the quilt and picked them up, setting them on a cushion on the floor next to the fireplace.

“…Beast?” Morph mumbled, watching as their furry teammate stirred the pot of soup. It smelled delicious, and it made their mouth water. “Hank.” He replied.

“…Huh?”

“Hank. You can call me Hank.”

“Right… Uh, Hank, can you… help me warm up..? Please?” Morph pleaded, feeling utterly pathetic. Hank nodded, taking a bowl from a cabinet and filling it with soup. He sat down near Morph and offered a spoonful of the soup, which they happily accepted. It tasted distinctly like chicken. Once the soup was finished, Hank wrapped his arms around Morph, and let them rest their face in his fur. It took a while, but they eventually regained feeling in their toes and removed the quilt from their body, leaning into Hank more, wrapping their arms around his shoulders and climbing to sit on his lap.

The two sat in silence for several minutes, the only sound in the cabin being the crackling fire. Hank began massaging Morph’s hands and legs, hoping to help with the remaining stiffness. They would sigh whenever his fingers pressed a particularly good spot, and hum in appreciation when he would gently run his claws down their skin, and every noise they made drove Hank wild. He could feel his blue shorts growing tighter, his cock straining against the fabric. Hank flinched when Morph shifted their leg, their thigh pressed against his erection, providing momentary friction. An embarrassing whine left his mouth through gritted teeth, and Morph looked at him with wide eyes. Hank stared back, his embarrassed blush visible even through his fur. He cleared his throat. “My… apologies. I… often have trouble controlling my libido. I-if you feel uncomfortable, I can-“ Hank’s rambling was cut off by Morph smashing their mouth against his, biting his lower lip and pressing their tongue against his protruding fangs.

The kiss deepened, and the two toppled over onto the carpet, Beast grinding his hips into Morph’s. Soft noises emanated from both mutants, slender grey hands ruffling blue fur and large paws gripping svelte hips. Their mouths separated, and they stared into each other’s eyes for a moment. Hank’s hand (paw?) dropped to rest on the waistband of Morph’s boxers, and raised his eyebrow. A silent question for consent. Morph nodded.

Hank tugged their boxers down, a slim cock springing from the fabric. It had a slight curve and a soft pink head already dripping precum. He wrapped his hand around it, engulfing it completely in his warm palm, rubbing the head with the pad of his thumb.

“I fear I’ll be unable to prepare you the usual way, given my… claws.” Hank murmured, turning Morph over to lay with their face pressed to the carpet, presenting their hindquarters to him. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t at all.”

With no further warning, Hank’s thick tongue pressed against Morph’s hole. It probed inside, swirling around, tasting and slobbering. His tongue had small barbs on it, making it feel like a cat’s tongue, only bigger and wetter. Hank sighed and groaned as the flavor of Morph’s insides melted into his tastebuds, the rumbling of his sounds sending shivers up their back. He pulled away, a thin string of saliva connecting his mouth and Morph’s hole.

“Morph, may I… ah, for lack of better word… fuck you?” Hank panted out, watching as his teammate’s hole winked open and closed. Morph nodded fervently, swaying their hips from side to side. Hank began tugging down his shorts. “I must warn you, my anatomy can be… frightening at first.”

Morph giggled, looking back at him. “How so? There two of them or something?” Their teasing stopped quickly when they caught sight of his cock. It was a good 9 inches/22 CM, a ruddy shade of purple with a tapered head, and a sizable knot at the base. Morph hummed, biting their lip. “Mmmh, I can work with that. C’mon, Hank.”

The shapeshifter gasped as the head of Hank’s cock began to breach their hole, slowly stretching the ring of muscle. He pressed forward cautiously, groaning as Morph’s tight heat enveloped his length. Both mutants moaned as Hank fully sheathed himself inside, his knot pressed against Morph’s body. He made a questioning noise as they started shifting around, stretching their torso upwards until his furry chest met their back, wrapping their arm around the back of his neck for extra balance. He instinctively grabbed their hips, the tips of his claws poking into their skin. Hank’s eyes widened at the sight of his cock stretching out Morph’s lower stomach, a noticeable bulge marring their slender frame. He began thrusting, watching with morbid curiosity as the bump in Morph’s stomach moved and changed size with each stroke.

The sound of the mutants’ coupling echoed in the small building. Hank buried his snout into the crook of Morph’s neck, sniffing and licking at the sweat that beaded there. Morph began furiously tugging at their cock, their moans growing higher and louder as they approached their climax. They came with a shout as Hank hit a sweet spot inside them, babbling his name as they calmed down from their high. They continued gasping out his name with each sharp thrust, and let out a loud, long wail as Hank’s knot breached their hole and popped inside, pumping streams of hot seed inside their body. Morph watched their stomach swell with the loads that kept coming, each deep inhale making the bloat slosh around obscenely.

“God, Hank… you really live up to your Beast nickname, huh?” The shapeshifter gasped out.

Hank chuckled, rubbing his hand up and down Morph’s side. “I suppose I do. My apologies.”

Morph waved their hand in a noncommittal gesture. “It’s fine… ‘m just gonna, like, not walk for a week or so… no biggie.”

The mutants both laughed at the comment, and began cleaning up.

————————————————————————

As soon as Morph limped through the door, they saw the note on the makeup desk. They picked it up and read it.

Mojo’s Notes for Morph!!!!!!

- great acting in the cold! almost got a little bit worried, HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA
- nothing much else, keep it up!!!!!!!

Morph smirked to themself, then winced, massaging their lower back. God, their ass really did hurt.

Chapter Text

“Now don’t freak out!!!! You’re completely safe here, Morphie. I’d never let anything bad happen to you!” Mojo hurriedly explained, trying to calm the shapeshifter’s nerves.

“How am I not supposed to freak out?!? This fucker ruined my life!!! And you want me to be in a porno with him!?” Morph yelled, frantically flipping through the script Mojo gave them, hoping that it was just a cruel joke. They sighed, slumping down into their chair.

Mojo tapped his fingers against the table between the two, his manic smile faltering slightly. Then, it grew wider. “…I’ll set you up with Wolverine agaiiin~” He sang.

“Deal.”

————————————————————————

Morph whined as they were grabbed by the greasy black hair of their human form, their captor’s metallic fingers digging painfully into their scalp. Fat tears dripped from their eyes, streaking their pale skin, and their feet scrabbled against the marble flooring, trying and failing to find any friction to stop the pulling from the man they feared most.

“I don’t know why you resist, Kevin. You know it won’t help.” Mister Sinister’s tinny voice echoed in the small hallway, his scolding tone sounding like how one would reprimand a puppy for soiling a rug, rather than dragging a terrified mutant to be tortured. Morph’s breath came in short, panicked bursts.

“Sir, I-I’m sorry..! Please, please don’t- you don’t have to do this! I’ll be good, I promise!” They gasped as Sinister’s fist made sudden contact with their nose, creating a sickeningly wet crunch that made their stomach turn. Blood flowed lazily from the wound, dripping onto the floor, the deep crimson contrasting eerily with the pattern of sea-green and black tiles. “I’m sorry…” The shapeshifter mumbled. “Please, I don’t wanna…”

The man scoffed, still dragging Morph by their hair. “What you want doesn’t matter. You’ll take what you’re given, and you won’t complain. Fix your nose, I’m sick of that nasally whining.” The shapeshifter did as they were demanded, repairing the damage caused by the punch, although the slow ooze of blood from their left nostril remained. They managed to gain their footing, but instead of resisting, they just walked alongside Sinister. He hummed in approval at that. “See? That wasn’t so hard, hm? Certainly not worth all the trouble.”

Mister Sinister led his jaded captive down a spiraling flight of stairs, his cold hand still gripping their hair. The pair arrived to their destination, a cold, dungeon-like basement filled with a mixture of surgical equipment and torture devices. “You need to tell me who your interior designer is.” Morph quipped. “Seriously, they got your vibe of ‘Dr. Frankenstein’s gay cousin’ down to a science.” They grunted as Sinister threw them face-down onto a cold surgical table, strapping them in with leather belts. The soft shuffling of his weird vine-tentacle things reached Morph’s ears, piquing their interest.

“Oh, those things… what even are they?” They inquired. “You’re never this quiet. What’s happening? What are you gonna do to me?”

Sinister grinned, his crooked, shark-like teeth on full display. “Oh, I won’t be doing anything. Just… observing.”

Morph opened their mouth to respond, but squeaked in alarm as multiple tendrils began running over their body. Some traced the length of their spine, some wrapped around their arms and legs, and a few particularly brave ones began tugging at and slipping under their clothes. They thumped their head against the table, already panting at the minimal touches.

A metallic chuckle came from their right, and they turned their head to glare at the source. “Kevin! Have you no shame? They’ve only just started and you’re already coming undone.”

“It’s… haah… it’s been a hot minute since… I’ve been touched in a way t-that doesn’t hurt!” They spluttered, trying to save face. Any dignity they had left, however, quickly disappeared once a tendril managed to tug down their pants, exposing their lower half to the cold, damp air of the basement. The sight of their puckered hole started a sudden frenzy within the tendrils, each of them clamoring to be the first to explore the inside of Morph’s body. Dull tips prodded at their entrance, smacking each other away and sliding across their skin. Sinister stood up, walked across the room to open a cabinet, and pulled out a small flask, unscrewing the top as he came closer to the table Morph was strapped to.

They flinched as his metallic hand came down to rest on their ass, his index and middle finger spreading their hole slightly. The tendrils retreated at the disruption, and a cold, slimy gel was poured onto their skin, coating their anus, perineum and balls. As soon as Sinister withdrew his hand, the frenzy started up again, only this time, the tendrils could actually slip inside.

Morph screamed as 7 different tendrils forced themselves into their barely-prepared opening, and another 2 took their opened mouth as an invitation to explore their throat. Tears fell from their eyes as the tendrils pistoned in and out of their sensitive body, pushing so deep inside them that it felt like they were being skewered like a pig roasting on a spit. Their anguished moans echoed in the air, muffled slightly by the spit-covered tendrils in their mouth.

Sinister watched as the shapeshifter gasped for air after the tendrils left their throat, broken noises of ashamed pleasure slipping from between their swollen lips. Morph whined in momentary relief as the tendrils in their hole began to retreat one by one. The reprieve was short-lived, however, as Sinister gripped their face and forced them to watch behind them. Their heart dropped into their stomach as they saw a lone tendril, significantly larger than the others. It was easily the same diameter as a watermelon, and completely unlubricated. Morph felt their breath grow panicked as it came closer and began prodding at their body.

“No! S-sir, Mister Sinister, it won’t fit!! Please! That thing’s gonna KILL ME!! I’ve learned my lesson, I promise, please sir, I’ll do anything…” They begged, their breath hitching with every word. Sobs shook their body, and their face was red from how much they’d been crying.

Morph let out a strangled wail as the tendril began to press into their hole. “It will fit, Kevin. Your body will accommodate, just like it has before. Remember, you’re the reason this is happening. If you had behaved, and done what I told you to do, you wouldn’t be here, taking your rightful punishment.” Sinister’s words barely registered to the shapeshifter as the tendril violated them. They could feel their anus tearing, unacclimated and wholly unprepared for the stretch, the lube from earlier and the blood from their torn hole being the only things to help with the harsh intrusion. A pained shriek escaped their mouth as the tendril began thrusting.

Morph didn’t know how long the tendril defiled them for, only that it hurt and that they could do nothing but scream and cry while it happened. Eventually, Sinister grew bored of watching them suffer, and the tendril retreated. They simply lay there as he cleaned up the mess of blood, lubricant and sweat that covered their backside. It wasn’t out of compassion - Morph didn’t think the ‘doctor’ even knew that word existed - but out of necessity. Mister Sinister preferred for his underlings to be, in his own words, ‘well maintained’.

————————————————————————

Morph woke up on their dressing room couch in their natural form, dazed and sore all over their body. They stared at the ceiling for a while, counting the dead bugs trapped in the fluorescent lights. There was a fruity cocktail on the end table, as well as a bottle of painkillers.

“Classy.” They grumbled, opening the bottle and popping admittedly a few more than the advised amount into their mouth, washing them down with the cocktail. It tasted like mangoes, rum and copious amounts of sugar. Just how they liked it.

Another letter from Mojo was on their makeup desk. They stretched out their arm to grab it.

Mojo’s Notes for Morph!!!!
- YOU SCARED THE SHIT OUT OF ME YOU FUCK!!!!!!!!! I THOUGHT YOU DIED!!!!!!!!!!!
- props for not dying though good job

Morph clicked their teeth and took another sip from their cocktail.

Chapter Text

Morph gleefully rubbed their hands together as the script was handed to them, a cheeky grin on their pale face.

“You look like a bug when you do that.” Mojo commented, picking something out of his teeth.

“Who says I’m not one?”

Mojo let out a noise that sounded like a mix between a laugh and a bored sigh. “True, true.”

————————————————————————

The mutants stood at the edge of the institute’s neatly manicured back lawn, staring into the dense forest surrounding. The sun was beginning to set, streaking the sky with shades of orange and pink. Morph kissed their boyfriend’s forehead, earning a contented grumble from the shorter man.

“You sure yer fine with this? Just ‘cause I wanna do this doesn’t mean you hafta.” Logan mumbled, his eyes drifting down to look at the ground. He sighed again when Morph began scratching at his sideburns and under his chin. They always knew exactly what places made him melt when he was touched there, and it was both a blessing and a curse.

“Of course I am! We’re already prepared, so there’s no reason to chicken out.” They replied, still scratching under Logan’s chin. “Five minute head start, right?”

“Oh, uh. Yeah.”

“Okie-Doke! Love you!” Morph gave Logan one last forehead kiss before sprinting off into the woods. He watched as their slender form shifted into that of a mountain lion, and then disappeared into the trees. Logan took a deep breath, memorizing their scent like he’d done so many times before. He was always worried about forgetting what they smelled like, just like he forgot so much else. But not about them. Never about them. Tracking them would be harder in the woods. Morph always smelled like clay, which wouldn’t be very helpful in a place filled with dirt, which smelled pretty much the same. Logan checked his watch.

Surely they’d be fine with a head start of four minutes and thirty seconds, right? Logan grinned, then took off into the woods after his ‘prey’.

Large paws bounded through the underbrush, the shapeshifter taking their new feline form for a spin. They scrabbled up a tree trunk, frightening a pair of squirrels, and morphed back into their base form, only with birdlike feet to grip onto the branch they perched on. Morph watched the ground as they caught their breath, straining their ears for the sound of the telltale thumps of their metal-boned boyfriend’s boot-clad feet. In spite of themself, they giggled, and quickly slapped their hand over their mouth to muffle it. They decided to leave their current hiding spot to find a better one, and dropped down from the tree. The landing wasn’t the cleanest, and they felt their ankle twist in a way it wasn’t supposed to. That kind of thing wouldn’t have hurt on a normal day, but today they’d decided to form a full skeletal, muscular and nervous system, so it hurt like a bitch. They sucked in air through their teeth but kept moving, elongating their left arm to act as a crutch.

Logan growled low on his chest as he caught sight of Morph’s head, the smooth grey a sharp contrast with the warm browns and greens of the surrounding foliage. The forest around him blurred as he surged forward, a primal yell alerting the shapeshifter in front of him. They began to duck, but they weren’t fast enough, and 300-something pounds of hairy Canadian barreled into them at Mach Fuck and forced them to the ground, knocking the wind out of them in the process. They wheezed as Logan kept them pinned with their chest to the dirt, each struggling movement sending jolts of arousal through his body.

“H-how the hell did you find me so fast!?” Morph coughed out, still thrashing underneath Logan. Their injured ankle bumped against his knee, and they let out a pained yelp. Logan immediately wrenched himself away, scanning Morph’s body frantically for any signs of injury. They chuckled breathlessly, pointing to their ankle.

“Don’t worry, wasn’t your fault. I jumped out of a tree and landed weird.” Logan picked up their ankle, tenderly looking it over. He kissed the bruises that were starting to form. “Do ya still wanna do this?” He whispered against their skin.

Morph rolled their eyes, finally regaining their breath. “If you don’t get moving, I might change my mind!” Logan nodded, setting their ankle down. He undid the buttons on their jeans, pulling them down to their knees before tugging down their underwear as well. Logan groaned at the sight of his partner’s cock already standing at attention, small drops of precum beading at the pinkish head. He wrapped his hand around it and licked the tip slowly, drinking in the way Morph’s eyelids fluttered at the sensations.

Taking the head in his mouth, he swirled his tongue around it, hoping to earn a few high-pitched sounds for his efforts. Logan lowered his head, taking more of Morph’s cock into his mouth. He lightly scraped his teeth against the shaft as he did so, earning a girlish moan that made him snort. He slowly moved lower until his nose pressed against Morph’s stomach, and he opened his eyes, looking up at them through his eyelashes. They were panting like an overheated dog, and as he began bobbing his head, the pants turned to soft moans.

“Holy fuck, Logan…” Morph gasped, swallowing the saliva that pooled in their mouth. Logan lifted their thighs to cage the sides of his head, his facial hair scratching their skin. Morph carded their fingers into his hair, gently guiding his head up and down in time with their slight ministrations. They whined as Logan pulled away, their cock leaving his mouth with a soft popping noise. Morph began to sit up, but Logan’s hand pushed them back down. He removed his pants and moved to hover over their cock, the tip of it pressed against his hole.

They giggled nervously. “This is new… we’ve never done this before. If you shatter my pelvis, we’re gonna have a really awkward time explaining to Hank what happened…” Logan spat into his hand, pumping Morph’s cock a few times to slicken it, and hastily pushed two fingers inside himself to prepare. He wasted no time lowering himself onto his partner’s cock, and with a snap of his hips, fully engulfed their length into his body.

The choked-out noise the shapeshifter made in response to the sudden heat surrounding their cock sent a shiver up Logan’s spine. Biting his lower lip and wrapping a calloused hand around his own cock, he started bouncing in tandem with the movement of his hand. Morph’s hands gripped his hips tightly, and they threw their head back. One of the upsides to doing this in the middle of the woods was that both mutants could be as loud as they wanted and nobody would be able to hear them.

It only took a minute for Morph to cry out as their orgasm took over and they spilled inside Logan’s tight channel. He kept moving, growling low in his chest at the desperate noises coming from his partner. Morph came inside him 4 more times before having their first dry orgasm of the night, which was soon accompanied by 2 more before they came dangerously close to passing out. Noting the lack of high-pitched whimpers coming from them, Logan opted to cockwarm them while he stroked himself to completion, spilling cum onto Morph’s chest.

After a moment, he pulled himself off of the shapeshifter, watching in satisfaction as a steady stream of their seed spilled out of his hole and onto their abdomen. “I think you killed me…” Morph sputtered, panting so hard it sounded like they were hyperventilating. Logan purred as he pulled them close, rubbing his cheek against theirs.

The two eventually arrived back at the property line, Logan holding Morph bridal-style despite their claims that they could walk perfectly fine. Their clothes had grass and mud stains on them, and to the outside observer, it looked like they’d just had a simple sparring session in the woods. That observation couldn’t have been farther from the truth.

————————————————————————

There was no note for Morph today, just a package containing a comedically large bottle of lube and a curiously shaped dildo. It was easily the length of their forearm and had ridges and bumps on the shaft. They just set it on the floor for safekeeping and potential later use.

Chapter Text

Morph woke up to see a that a note had finally floated down from the ceiling, and picked it up to read it.

”HI MORPH!!!!
I just wanted to let you know that we set up some cameras in your room last night, because you’re gonna film in here today!! :D The toy you got last night is a gift from a company called Erosphere that wants to sponsor you! They want you to test it out, so put on something cute and the cameras will get the best angles of whatever you decide to do. HAVE FUN!!!!! p.s. they want you in your human form!dunno why, but it’s what they asked.
-Mojo”

Morph looked down at the dildo sitting on the floor, and picked it up to set it on the floor in front of the couch. They looked behind them, and sure enough, a camera was resting across from the couch on a small tripod. Perfect, now the video would have a good angle of them wrecking themselves on this thing. They stood up and walked over to where their outfits were kept, and began looking through them, finally settling on a lacy black pair of panties and matching thigh-high socks. Whoever stocked this wardrobe was a pervert, but at least they had taste.

The socks contrasted nicely with their fair skin, and they decided they wanted to feel pretty, so they put on some makeup. They weren’t very used to seeing their human form’s uncovered chest, so the large blast scar was… unexpected. Morph knew they had it, they just never took the time to really look at it. They applied the finishing touches on their makeup, and moved to the floor with the bottle of lube in their hand.

Once they were in view of the camera, they waved to it, smiling sheepishly. “…Hi.” Their voice cracked a bit, and they cleared their throat. “Hi. I’m getting sponsored by Erosphere and they sent me this toy, so I’m gonna try it out.” They felt a little stupid talking to a camera, especially since they weren’t supposed to be talking to anyone in particular. Popping open the cap on the bottle of lube, they poured it onto the dildo and started spreading it around. They pumped it a few times. “Wow, this one’s big! Can’t even fit my hand around it, heheh.” They bit their lip at the thought of how it might feel inside them. Setting aside the bottle, they wrapped both hands around the toy, stroking it. Once it was sufficiently lubricated, they took off their panties and threw them off to the side.

“Fuck, I’m wet just from looking at this thing.” They remarked, spreading their legs to show their pussy to the camera. They saw the lens zoom in, and, just to showboat a little, they smacked their clit a few times, letting out soft gasps. The camera watched as they played with their folds, squirting some more lube onto their hand and spreading it around to make themselves wetter. “Hope it ruins my slutty little pussy. I wanna get split in half, and I want all of you to watch.”

“Mmm, need to stretch myself out first… hope that’s okay…” Morph mumbled, humming as they pushed two fingers into their cunt. They fingered themself for a bit before adding a third finger, sighing and letting their legs spread more. Obscenely slick sounds permeated throughout the small room, mixing with their own pleasured noises. “Damn, ‘m kinda close… you guys won’t mind if I cum, right?” They asked, pouting at the camera. They rubbed their clit and added a fourth finger into their channel, their entire body trembling. This was gonna be a big one.

They threw their head back and screamed as they came, fluid gushing from their pussy and forming a puddle on the ground. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, so good…” They cried out, babbling incoherently as their orgasm overtook them. They pulled their fingers out of their still-spasming cunt with a wet pop, smacking it a few times for the camera. “Nnnh, I’ve never squirted that hard before. Can’t wait to see what happens when I get on my new toy.”

As they picked up the dildo to show to the camera, they noticed it had a small pipe connected to it, as well as a tube syringe. “C’mon… whew, you’re heavy… huh?” They picked up the syringe and examined it. “Oh my god… if this is one of the ones that can cum, I’m gonna have a field day.” They set the dildo back down on the floor and opened the syringe to pour lube into it. They tested it out, and lo and behold, the lube dribbled out from the tip.

“Guess that’s why the lube was so sticky… fuck, now I’m excited! Can I get a bigger syringe?” They fished around for the box, purposely putting themselves face-down ass-up and presenting their dripping pussy to the camera. They heard the whirr of the lens zooming in again, and smirked. “Hey, stop looking! Pervert…” They teased, swaying their hips from side to side. They found what they were looking for and took a larger syringe from the box. They switched the smaller one for the larger one, giggling as they did. “Yeah, no. 100 milliliters is not enough. 350, though? Perfect.”

They filled the syringe with the lube, and added more from the bottle onto the dildo. Morph positioned their body so that the tip of the fake cock was just breaching their entrance, and started to sink down. A loud groan left their lips, and their eyes closed tightly. “Ohhhh my god… so fuckin’ big…” They rubbed their clit as they sunk down more, their pussy stretching to accommodate its new visitor. “The bumps feel amazing… hit all the good spots.” A long, drawn-out moan escaped them as they sunk down to the hilt. They shuffled a little, turning their back to the camera.

“I can feel it in my guts… this thing’s gonna break me…” They moaned, grinding their hips to get themself acclimated with the intrusion. How did they put a camera inside the couch? Whatever. Morph raised their hips and slammed them back down, practically screaming at the sensation. They set a breakneck pace, every time they went back down the tip of the dildo brushed their cervix, sending sparks of painful pleasure coursing through their body. They saw their reflection in the darkness of the camera’s lens, and they looked like an absolute mess. Sweat dripped from every part of their body, they were drooling, and their mascara was running down their cheeks. They felt sexy.

“It’s so deep!! I’m gonna cum…” Morph whined, they rubbed their clit while they shifted, turning around to face the camera on the tripod and moving closer to it. They kept bouncing, moaning loudly. Their thighs burned and they felt sticky from all the sweat and lube, but it felt too good to stop. With one final slam into their body, they came. Fluid squirted out of them, soaking their thighs, the toy beneath them, and even getting on the camera’s lens. They pushed hard onto the syringe’s stopper, pumping themself full of the fake cum. Morph practically flopped over, panting in exertion. “Oh, shit… I squirted all over the camera… sorry.” They grabbed a towel and wiped off the lens.

They grinded on the toy for a few moments as they caught their breath, then gasped in disappointment. “No! I got cum all over my cute new socks! Dammit…” They pulled themself off the toy, moaning as a deluge of fake cum spilled out of their pussy. They cupped their hand over it, holding it in, then turned around and presented their ass to the camera, removing their hand to let the fake cum flow freely from their stretched hole. “But look at what this thing did to me! ‘M fucking ruined… so worth it…”

They wiped themself off with a towel, pushing their fingers back inside themself to dig out any remaining cum. After a few minutes, they looked over at the camera to see that it was no longer recording. They sighed in relief and shifted back to their base form. Morph had no idea how they’d managed to stay shifted during both orgasms, but they thanked their lucky stars that they did. If the company wanted them to be in their human form for the video, they’d probably get dropped by it for shifting back during filming, even if it was accidental. They cleaned up their mess, ordered some food, and relaxed for the rest of the day.

Chapter Text

Morph barely even saw Mojo anymore, and they weren’t surprised that it didn’t bother them at all. They’d wake up, order breakfast, and wait to see if a script came in. If they got one, they’d read through it, and get on set to act it out. Once that was done, they’d shower, order dinner, and fall asleep. If they didn’t, they’d just scuttle around and talk to anyone they could find that wasn’t too busy to deal with them. Sometimes, if no script came in on a day they’d really wanted one to, they’d just fuck themself on something from their growing collection of toys.

They got a script today, and they really wanted one. It looked great, except there was a warning on the script about how their parter might have ‘unusual anatomy’. They were used to that. They were themself!

————————————————————————

Kurt and Morph burst through the door, laughing drunkenly and clinging to each other. They each held a beer bottle, and Kurt tilted his to Morph’s lips, allowing them a few gulps.

“Well? Are you ready to admit zhat German beer is just better?” He teased, giggling as his friend guzzled down the brew eagerly.

Morph sighed when the bottle was taken away, a few stray amber drops clinging to their pale lips. “Mmm, maybe. Why does it matter?” They slurred, “It all tastes the same to me. Refreshin’.”

The pair sat on the bed, laughing about nothing specifically, grabbing each other when something struck them as particularly humorous. Morph’s breath would hitch each time Kurt’s large fingers would find purchase in their shirt, his well-trimmed claws just barely digging into their skin. They huddled up against him, earning a confused noise from the fuzzy blue man, which swiftly turned to one of surprise when they smashed their face against his, running their tongue against his lips. Kurt moaned, grabbing Morph’s shoulders as their tongues wriggled together, saliva dripping from one mouth to the other.

Morph slipped their hands up Kurt’s polo shirt, their slender fingers ruffling the velveteen fur that covered his body. He was always so soft, and the various shampoos and conditioners in his shower stall in the locker room were a testament to that. They could smell the mixture of them now, a heady cacophony of various citrusy and herbal scents that made Morph’s head spin. Their finger brushed over one of his nipples, and Kurt gasped, his sharp canines on full display.

“Ohh, did that feel good..?” Morph teased, moving their hands down to unbuckle Kurt’s belt. They threw it somewhere on the floor along with his jeans, leaving him in just a jockstrap and his shirt. Morph whistled. “Wow, you wear that all the time? That’s hot.” Kurt’s tail swished against the bedsheets, his ear twitching and blue face flushing a rich shade of purple.

“Ah, it… it’s more comfortable for my tail, zhat’s all.” He mumbled, sliding the elastic waistband between his fingers. A soft noise left his mouth as Morph’s hand moved to take off his shirt, revealing his toned, fur-covered chest. He had six nipples, each a shade of dusky yellow and slightly hidden under his fur. They poked at them, gently tugging and rubbing them until they pebbled up, leaving Kurt reeling from pleasure.

“Before we begin, I… I have to warn you about somezhing.” He panted, his face turning an even deeper shade of purple. Morph rubbed the soft fur on Kurt’s thigh, smiling at him. “What, you into something crazy?” Kurt shook his head with a small chuckle, then cleared his throat. “Nein, it’s not about zhat. I am into many zhings, but I don’t believe zhat any of zhem require warning. It’s about my genitalia. I have two of zhem.”

Kurt and Morph just stared at each other for a moment, pure yellow eyes boring into milky pearl ones. Then, Morph raised an eyebrow. “Like… two sets of ‘em, or..?” Kurt giggled, pressing a hand to his mouth to stifle the noise. “Eh, somewhat! Two penises, and zhey come out from… an opening somewhat like a vagina. It makes more sense when you see it.”

Morph nodded, obviously not fully understanding but still wanting to seem like they did. “Okay! So let me see it.” Kurt’s tail thumped against the bed at their forwardness, smiling roguishly and showing off his fangs. Morph realized they probably had a thing for guys with sharp teeth, but they filed away that revelation for later. They tugged down the waistband of Kurt’s underwear, revealing his twin cocks. After pulling the fabric all the way down his furred legs, Morph got a full look at what they were working with.

Just as Kurt had said, he did indeed have two penises. He had, however, neglected to mention that they were yellow, tentacle-like and glowing. Morph let out a surprised laugh, running their finger up one of the shafts, watching as it writhed at the contact. Kurt moaned at that, little drops of precum beading at the tips of his cocks, the slit they protruded from growing wetter, slick sticking to the dark fur surrounding it.

Morph wrapped their hand around his left cock and slipped two fingers into his soaked hole. They took his other cock into their mouth, starting an alternating rhythm with their hand, stroking downwards when they raised their head and vice-versa. As they did this, their fingers curled inside Kurt’s channel, making him cry out and writhe.

The shapeshifter pulled away, earning a quick noise of indignation from the fuzzy elf below them. “Why are you getting up?! I was so close!” He complained, his tail thrashing on the covers. Morph shifted out of their clothes, leaving their body bared to Kurt’s watchful eyes. They pulled a bottle of lube and a mid-sized dildo from a drawer, and Kurt snorted.

“Is two not enough for you, Mein Freund?” He teased, watching as Morph popped the cap and poured the lube onto the dildo. Kurt’s eyebrows raised as they started rubbing it against his slit, and he bit his lip, a low giggle rising in his chest. “Oh, nevermind zhen… I like zhis.” He threw his head back onto the mattress as the dildo was pushed fully inside, a soft groan breaching his lips, followed by a chuckle. Morph bit their lip as they poured a liberal amount of lube onto Kurt’s cocks and spread some on their folds.

They turned with their back facing him and began lowering themself, positioning his cocks to fit inside. Both mutants moaned loudly at the sensation. Morph allowed themself to adjust to being filled so perfectly before they began to move their hips up and down, soft squelching noises filling the room. They pistoned the dildo in and out of Kurt’s slit in time with their bounces, and gasped as his hands gripped frantically onto their hips, his nails digging into their milky skin.

“You feel so good… You are going to ruin me for anyone else at zhis rate!” He whined, his toes clutching the sheets subconsciously. His hips bucked upwards to meet Morph’s, fur slapping against putty-like skin. “I- I’m so close! Haah!” He surged forward, his arms wrapping around Morph’s abdomen, pulling their back to his chest.

He spilled into their cunt, crying out in ecstasy. His large finger rubbed at their clit, pushing them to their climax. The pair collapsed onto the sheets, panting and giggling. Kurt licked at Morph’s neck, making them thrash, cackle and push him away.

“Stop!! That tickles, man!” They squealed, ruffling the fur on his chest, earning a loud laugh from the man holding them.

Once they’d calmed down, Morph tapped Kurt’s nose playfully. “We should do this again, sometime. You’re great at this.” He snickered, pressing his chest to theirs in a hug, wrapping his arms around their shoulders. “Danke, Morph. I try my best!”

“Wanna get more beer?” They asked.

“Zhat sounds amazing.”

————————————————————————

Morph walked into their dressing room and plopped down into a beanbag. They’d requested one because flopping onto a chaise lounge got a little taxing on the knees after you’d done it enough. They popped open a can of lemonade and downed it in almost one gulp.

They sighed and practically deflated into their seat, a smirk on their face as their body shifted into a non-newtonian state. It always felt nice to do this after a production, like when you turn a computer off and on again. They missed their computer. They built the pc themself, and it had googly eyes and a bunch of borrowed stickers from Jubilee.

They realized that they had no idea how long they’d been in the Mojoverse. Time was weird there, likely from a mix of being in a different galaxy and also being a virtual universe. Whatever. It’s no big deal.

Chapter Text

It took a lot longer for the next script to come in, but when it did, it was a fair bit more complex than the rest.

Morph didn’t care. They were just excited to eat pussy!

————————————————————————

Morph usually did their Danger Room drills with Gambit and Wolverine, but Logan was off in the middle of the Canadian wilderness doing one of his classic ‘abandon-my-friends-and-fuck-off-into-the-woods’ stunts and Remy was on a date with Rogue, so they were left to drill with Scott and Jean.

Danger Room drills with a married couple wasn’t as awkward as they expected. The two had a pretty clean track record when it came to keeping their love life and work life separate, mainly because Scott saw most forms of PDA other than casual hand-holding and millisecond-long cheek kisses as ‘unprofessional’. He occasionally put those morals aside whenever he or Jean were injured and needed to share a passionate, cliche-filled kiss on the battlefield or in a hospital, but not often.

Needless to say, the silence did not go unnoticed by Morph. When Jean and Scott were completely silent, it usually meant they were talking through their weird codependent mental link, and that usually meant they were gossiping or talking about something they couldn’t share. Scott would occasionally call out for Morph to dodge a laser, but that was the extent of any communication not between the couple.

Once the group had finished, they went into the locker room to shower and change. The X-Men only had one locker room, but everyone had seen everyone in various stages of undress, be it while showering or having their suit torn up during a fight. Some members - usually Hank, Jubilee and Ororo - preferred to shower in the bathroom connected to their rooms, but most just showered with everyone else. It was just easier. That’s why it wasn’t weird that Jean and Scott followed them. That was normal. Right?

“Morph? We’d like to talk for a moment.”

Morph jumped, bumping their head on the inside of their locker. They would never get used to telepaths, to having a voice that wasn’t their own broadcast through their head.

“Yeah?” They answered out loud. “What’s on your mind, Jean?”

“It’s about you.” Scott butted in. Morph looked over at him, then quickly turned back around at the sight of both him and Jean completely naked and preparing to shower. “We have a… a proposition.”

They felt Jean’s soft hand on their shoulder, massaging the heel of her palm into their trapezius. Their breath hitched and they felt their pulse quicken, her well-manicured nails gently scratching at their skin. It tickled. “I know this might be a strange request, but… would you like to join us in our bedroom tonight?”

For a moment, the world seemed to stop. It wasn’t a strange request at all, Morph was just shocked that Jean and Scott wanted them. Was it just because they happened to be in the Danger Room with them? If that was the case, Logan would be kicking himself right now, moping about how it should’ve been him in there. Morph swallowed and nodded.

“Uh, yeah… yeah. That sounds nice,” They mumbled. “I’ll be there.”

“Great!” Jean pressed a quick kiss to their cheek that left their skin tingling. “We’ll see you then.”

Morph left to shower in their own room. They sat idly under the spray of water for a good 20 minutes before they actually started to clean themself. They made sure to wash extra well around their groin and butt, scrubbing with a washcloth until their skin started to liquify. They brushed their teeth three times and put on their favorite yellow turtleneck and some black sweatpants before finally steeling themself to go to Jean and Scott’s room.

They knocked on the door. Then again. Then again. They started to worry that they’d been tricked, but neither Jean or Scott would do that. The door opened to show Scott, shirtless, his eyes trained on Morph, obvious even behind his red lenses.

“Come on in.” He said, ushering Morph inside, pressing his hand to their back. Jean was laying on the bed in a nightgown, smiling at them. The nervousness coming from Morph was palpable, and she cooed at them, patting the space on the mattress next to her. They sat down, looking at her, then at Scott, then back to her. “Do you… want me to do anything? Turn into anyone?”

Jean pulled Morph into a hug, scratching their back through their turtleneck. They sighed, cautiously looking over at Scott, as if asking for permission to reciprocate the hug.

“Go on. It’s okay.”

Morph wrapped their arms around Jean’s waist, pulling her closer to their body until she was on their lap. Scott sat on the bed with them, pulling Morph’s shirt upwards to remove it. Two pairs of lips kissed their skin, four hands caressing and groping. Their breathing was heavy and their face was red, overwhelmed from being pressed between two bodies. Jean pulled her nightgown up and off, leaving her in just her panties. She took Morph by the back of their head and pressed their face into her chest, giggling as they squirmed.

Scott groped at their crotch as Morph kissed Jean’s breasts, licking her nipples and nuzzling their flat face against her collarbone, soft groans coming from all three. Morph was pressed against the mattress, panting and smiling dizzily. “Mmmm… More please..?” They mumbled.

Scott chuckled, pulling down their pants and setting them aside. Jean teasingly ran her nails down Morph’s thighs and they trembled, biting their lip. Scott kissed their forehead, then their cheek, then their lips, pressing his tongue against their mouth. They obliged, letting the kiss deepen, feeling his tongue explore, brushing against their molars. Jean moved upwards, pushing her tongue inside their mouth as well. A damp patch formed on the tent in their underwear, and their eyes rolled back into their head. They were drooling and moaning, grabbing the sheets desperately. The kiss broke, all three participants panting and wiping away saliva.

Morph’s hand fisted in the fabric of Scott’s sleep pants, tugging at them. He got the message, pulling them off along with his briefs. His cock slapped against his lower abdomen and he gave it a few quick pumps, feeling it grow harder in his palm. “Morph, you just lay back. Relax. We’ll take care of everything.” The shapeshifter nodded happily, pulling down their underwear, freeing their own erection. Jean followed suit, removing her panties. She set them down somewhere, and Morph would’ve paid attention if her pert ass wasn’t visible to them. They’d have to ask for her workout routine.

Morph gasped as a lubed finger pressed against their hole and looked to see Scott preparing to finger them. They grabbed his wrist lightly, shaking their head. “Oh, you don’t need to do that. I can stretch, I just need some lube.” Scott nodded, spreading it around their opening and rubbing some on his cock. Jean positioned her body above Morph’s face, scratching their bald head playfully.

They could feel the heat coming from her pussy, and grinned up at her. “What’re you waiting for?” She lowered herself, and Morph wasted no time pressing their tongue against her folds, groaning at the taste. She sighed, allowing her full weight to rest on their face. Scott pressed into their ass and the moan they let out sent a jolt of pleasure throughout Jean’s body.

Morph angled their calves to rest on Scott’s shoulders, slurping at Jean’s cunt greedily as he drove into them. They gripped her waist, holding her in place as she moaned and rocked against their face. They were the first to cum, letting out a loud cry, muffled by the woman atop their mouth. Small ropes of cum dribbled from their cock to their lower belly, the white color almost identical to the color of their skin. Scott came inside them a few minutes later with a deep thrust and a sharp groan, and Morph suckled at Jean’s clit until she finally reached her climax.

They laid on the covers for a while, just zoning out as they stared at the ceiling. Their breathing was still heavy as they felt a soft towel rubbing their stomach and thighs, warm lips kissing their cheeks and knuckles. A voice in their head woke them from their daydream. “Are you okay, Morph?”

“Yeah.” They panted out. “I’m here, I’m good.”

Scott and Jean snuggled in next to them, wrapping warm arms around their body and holding them tightly. “This was fun.” Scott murmured, taking off his glasses and switching them out for a sleep mask.

“Mhmm!” Jean hummed. “We should do this again sometime. As long as you’re up to it.”

Morph nodded, already slipping in and out of consciousness. With a soft hum, they fell asleep.

————————————————————————

Morph felt something in the pocket of their sweatpants as they walked (limped) back to their dressing room. They pulled out the thing and upon closer inspection, realized it was Jean’s panties. So, that was where she put them!

They shoved them back into their pocket, figuring that they’d give them back later. They felt a little guilty, but remembered that these weren’t actually Jean’s, just that they belonged to someone who looked suspiciously identical to her. Where did Mojo find these people? Were they other shapeshifters, or completely made-up people, or from different universes?

Morph decided they weren’t gonna think too hard about that.