August 2000

"Toad has a wicked tongue."
-- Magneto

MR TOAD'S WILD RIDE
by Halrloprillalar email

Toad and Sabretooth were having sex. Toad pounded into Sabretooth from behind. His tongue looped lazily around Sabretooth's hairy shoulders and the tip thrust in and out of Sabretooth's mouth in rhythm to the fuck. Sabretooth was moaning around the tongue and writhing in a way that made Toad feel very good, very good indeed. He was feeling so good that it took him a few minutes to realise that the comm screen was on and Magneto was watching them, a bemused expression on his face.

As soon as Toad looked up, Magneto spoke. "Sabretooth, I..." -- he coughed -- "...require you to go on a mission immediately. Top priority."

Growling in the back of his throat, Sabretooth tried to talk. "Whumble mumph--" He spat out Toad's tongue. "What mission?"

A frown creased Magneto's brow. "To...Mexico. There are some mutants there. Get them. Now!"

Sabretooth disengaged himself with a snarl and stalked out, grabbing his uniform on the way. Toad rolled his tongue back in and stood there, pants around his ankles, head to one side.

"And Toad, I have another assignment for you. In my quarters. Immediately."

"Yeah, all right." Toad hitched his pants back up. He switched the comm unit off before Magneto could tell him to bring the feather duster again. The old man had *no* imagination.

When Toad opened the door to Magneto's inner sanctum, his boss was standing in the middle of the room, stark naked. The old man might have no imagination, Toad thought, but he's still fucking gorgeous. Toad didn't wait to be asked, but began to slide his tongue along the planes and contours of Magneto's body. His tongue coiled like a snake, slithering down the chest, wrapping around the waist, the tip vibrating like a rattler's tail in Magneto's navel. Then Toad sent it creeping down one leg, encircling the thigh and squeezing like a python. Magneto, as always, was silent, but his facial expression betrayed his enjoyment.

Toad uncurled his tongue and feathered licks up Magneto's back and down over his chest and belly. The skin was faintly salty, a little musky. He carefully avoided Magneto's genitals, which no one was allowed to touch. Another pass around the navel and Magneto arched his back a little as breath hissed out between his teeth. Then the door opened and Mystique sauntered in.

"Ah, Mystique." Magneto smiled. "Please join us." He moved away from Toad and sat down in an easy chair. Toad was glad. When Mystique was away, Magneto sometimes wanted the tongue tickle for an hour or more. Phase two was much more fun.

Mystique looked over at Magneto and slowly licked her lips before cozying up to Toad. Toad knew what she liked, no preliminaries, just a long hard fuck with her on top. He knew, too, that Magneto was watching them and stroking himself. But Toad's eyes were fixed on Mystique, on the blue of her skin and the ridges that were almost but not quite like feathers. And then she changed.

To whom, he wasn't sure. Whatever TV or movie character Magneto was infatuated with this week. And since the boss had been watching a lot of anime lately, Mystique looked pretty odd. Toad wasn't sure if she was supposed to be male or female, even. But she felt the same around his cock, so he didn't think about it too much.

When Mystique grabbed his arm and dug her nails into his skin, he knew it was time. His tongue shot out, looped twice, three times around her neck, and tightened bit by bit until she was gasping. She can't get off without it, he thought. Sick bitch. But she got off and Toad got off and by the look of things, so had Magneto.

Please not the shower, Toad thought. "We have another mission shortly," Magneto said, wiping his hand on a small monogrammed towel. "Toad, you must distract the X-Men so they cannot interfere. Go at once. Mystique, the shower."

Toad grinned and blew a kiss to Mystique before leaving. The trip didn't take too long; Magneto had carefully chosen a secret island lair close to Westchester to cut down on travel time between confrontations.

He found the right street address and gained entrance to the mansion by means of going up to the front door and opening it. After checking a few rooms, he came across Professor Xavier parked in his office, dozing in his chair.

This called for subtlety. Toad moved behind the Professor and gently rubbed his shoulders. The Professor sighed but didn't wake. Next, Toad trailed his tongue up Xavier's neck and under his jaw, then circled around behind his ear, where the skin was soft. Around a few times, then Toad began to explore the whorls and crevices of the outer ear. One hand stroked the Professor's neck, the other his chest. Toad sank his tongue deeper into the Xavier's ear, in and out now, a steady rhythm. He didn't like the bitter taste, but he did enjoy the effect it was having on Xavier.

The Professor moved a little, but didn't open his eyes. "Erik, Erik," he whispered. As the Professor shuddered in the chair, Toad received a vivid image of Xavier and Magneto together, young, supple, beautiful men, humping like crazed weasels. He wasn't sure if it was memory or fantasy, but he planned to spend a lot of time thinking about it later. Xavier, though, was sleeping deeply now, so Toad filed the picture away and went to the next room.

Jean Grey, Storm, and Rogue were all sitting on the carpet together, in front of a roaring fire. They were having girl's time out, so even though it was the middle of the day, they were all wearing silky jammies and giving each other manicures.

Rogue was obviously underage, so of course Toad had no sexual interest in her whatsoever. Right off, he locked her into a closet so that she would not be exposed to any adult situations that might transpire. Then he turned to the others and crouched down. "Ladies," he said and flicked his tongue out a little, just six inches or so.

They gasped and stared and clutched at each other. Then they took their panties off. Toad smiled and leapt into the fray. His tongue spiralled around them both, pressing the women together, face to face. Storm kissed Jean. Jean responded. Toad watched and slithered his tongue along their bodies, under their baby-doll pyjamas, between their breasts and around their buttocks as they fondled each other. When they were good and worked up, he slipped his tongue between their legs, tasting their slick wetness. A kink here, a curl there and they rode him together, faster and faster, moaning not quite in unison. They came together, spasming around Toad, clutching each other's shoulders, and screaming with ecstasy.

The girls collapsed onto the floor, tangled together. Toad collapsed into a chair. Mutant or not, this was hard work. And his tongue was starting to dry out a bit. Maybe he had time for a little rest.

Cyclops burst into the room. Shit. Toad rubbed his eyes and leaned forward, ready, mostly, for action. Cyclops surveyed the scene, taking in the spent bodies, the discarded panties, and the smell of sex. "I've failed," he cried. "I should have been here."

Not this again, Toad thought and sighed.

"I'm a terrible person." Cyclops moved closer to Toad, hanging his head. "I'm bad, such a bad, bad boy. Will you punish me? I can't be good unless you punish me."

Obviously Eye-Boy wasn't getting it from anyone else, though Toad would have thought Professor X would have given him all the discipline he wanted. Best get on with it. "All right, up against the wall and drop them."

Cyclops let his pants fall and braced himself against the wall. "I'm a bad, bad boy," he repeated.

"Sure," said Toad and whipped out his tongue to snap Cyclops' tight ass. At least when he used his tongue, he didn't have to talk. The surface was getting tacky, though, and he could feel it almost cling the the skin before it came free. With each smack, Cyclops jerked and panted the word "bad." Toad lashed out again and again, until Cyclops' buttocks were gleaming red and sure to be stinging. Storm and Jean snuggled together and watched, mouths open.

Nearly done. He stabbed with his tongue, ramming it up inside Cyclops, who shuddered and yelled. Toad couldn't believe it -- the boy must give himself an enema every day to be this clean. He lost interest. "Girls, you take care of him."

They seemed happy to comply, so Toad left them to it and headed down the hallway. One more to go. That room, there.

The door opened just as he was grasping the handle. Wolverine stood there, barechested and holding a beer. He gave Toad the once over and had a drink. "Took you long enough." He stepped back and let Toad inside.

The room was a mess, but comfortably so. Toad felt right at home. "So, what's yours? Rim-job? Lick you all over? Ass-fuck?"

"Sit down." Wolverine gestured to a chair.

Toad sat. "Golden showers? Dress-up games? Blood sports? Let's just get it over."

Wolverine set down the beer, moved closer, sank to his knees. "I just want to suck your cock."

Toad didn't say anything, just smiled and jerked down his pants. Wolverine went to it. Toad shot out his tongue one more time, grabbed the beer. He took a few swallows. Just what he needed. He was starting to relax. Jesus, the man had a magic mouth.

Toad looked down at Wolverine. "Hey, you need a side-kick?"

F I N I S


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