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“My Stars and Portals!"

It was chaos, explosions and firearms from every direction, massive Sentinel robots firing enormous beams of light, destroying buildings, ruining city streets, obliterating civilians as the X-Men performed their mandatory monthly training; but even in the Danger Room, the settings at their maximum, the battle-hardened mutants were still in incredible danger. Hank McCoy leaped across a street and ripped a street lamp clear from the ground, he turned around, slammed it into the ground and then with his free hand began to scale the brick wall of the building next to him. The robot's crimson red eyes turned toward him as Hank tightened his grip and launched himself from the building, just barely avoiding a massive explosion that absolutely destroyed it. His body felt light as a feather for a few seconds, long enough for him to wind up a swing and bring his arms back behind his head. He let out a powerful roar and in an incredible show of strength exploded through the optic construct of the being, narrowly missing when its receptors kicked in and it swung its arm to cover the exposed eyeball.

Hank grinned; he was inside, there was no stopping him now. He ran to the collection of circuitry and electronics that were scattered through the relatively smaller space. His hands worked like a blur, connecting and disconnecting wires seemingly at random and plugging them into various. “In the words of one Professor Zachary Smith: “Let's try this again, you are the puppet and I am the puppeteer..." He said as he activated the switch.

Instantly, the massive, towering Sentinel froze in place, its hands mere inches over Storm's head, who sighed in relief as he caused the robot to swivel around and slash through two others. They both promptly exploded. Not seeing a third enemy, Hank grunted and nearly fell as another Sentinel appeared behind him, wrapping its arms around the chassis of his puppet and suddenly launched up into the air. The force of the propulsion sent him to the floor and Hank grunted as they both broke through the ceiling of the Danger Room, through the yard of the X-Mansion and hard, and fast up into the night sky.

“Beast! What are you doing? Shut that thing down!"

Cyclops' voice was urgent and angry, almost typical for a man of his intensity. Hank couldn't help but grunt in response and speak into the communication pad. “My apologies Scott, but it would seem that our artificially intelligent foes have chosen to become truly intelligent. I am unable to stop it, and the program is stuck in active mode. The danger to myself and the city at large is very, very real!"

“System compromised." The attacking Sentinel observed as it placed its fingers against the chestplate of the disabled one. “Proceeding to rout out the infection..." As its hands sparked to life, electricity shot through the Sentinel's frame and through Hank, who roared in pain as he was thrown from the conductive metal floor, luckily landing in a pile of wiring that buffered the landing. He watched in horror as the machine was slowly shredded apart clear down the middle. His heart racing as he stood up, the wind rushing in and blowing his fur back, he realized he didn't have anywhere to go.

“Oh no!" He gasped.

When all seemed to be lost though, a flash of gold light sliced through the sentinel's head, slowly slicing it apart

Ducking down as the wind began to overtake the compartment, he watched as the massive gold disc then slashed through the other robot, disabling it as well and causing the program to end. The world around him that had established had suddenly vanished and instantly, Hank felt himself falling toward the earth far, far below. “Oh nooooo!"

As he fell, he watched a flash of light appear in the sky, a flicker of something red and billowing and a man flying toward him at high speed. Dr. Stephen Strange had appeared, and with a look of determination, descended toward him. He grabbed Hank by the arm and then with a spinning of his hands, he watched as a golden ring of light appeared in front of them. He could see the X-Men standing in front of the portal, all looking up. He couldn't hear what they said, but before he could say anything, the portal surrounded them and with a lurching of gravity finally catching him, Hank and Strange were suddenly on the ground having come to a crash landing directly behind the X-Men. Just as he'd seen in the portal.

“Hank!" Storm exclaimed with glee.

“We thought you were a gonner." Gambit pointed out as Wolverine helped the two of them to their feet.

“What the fuck happened to you two?" He said with a growl.

“That was--that is a very good question." Hank said looking at Strange. “Stephen Strange, an honor."

“I take it that my reputation precedes me."

Hank laughed. “Only in a professional manner, though I do admit I was intrigued when I heard that your powers of the so called “mystic" arts, I was so fascinated I dedicated an entire curriculum around it among the students here."

“The so-called mystic arts?" Strange repeated, raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms.

“I in no means discredit your valuable contributions to the world of science and medicine, Dr. Strange, it's just... as a fellow scientist I find the notion of “magic" to be nothing more than scientific tricks, sleight of hand. Elegant, no doubt...but in no means based in reality."

“This coming from a man who just quoted Lost in Space's Doctor Smith?"

Hank gagged a moment and stared at him. “How long have you been watching me?"

“Long enough. As the Sorcerer Supreme, I have a certain... affinity toward guiding the fate of others. I'd seen two hundred and fifty-seven thousand outcomes of that Sentinel malfunction and the only means I could foresee of your survival was direct intervention."

“Well then... I suppose in that case I am in your debt."

Strange smirked. “You're welcome."

“So, perhaps before you leave, doctor you could enlighten me on the use of the method to which you brought us back to the ground?"

“The portals?"

Hank nodded. “Yes. A technique like that would be highly invaluable, especially in the fields of science."

Strange sighed and then shrugged, waving a hand to gesture Hank in closer, the blue mutant leaned in so Strange could whisper to him. “Magic."

“Surely you cannot be serious." Hank scoffed and shook his head.

“You are literally a blue furry fuzzball. You have a colleague that can fly and control the weather, and a mentor that can control the thoughts of anyone on this planet. And yet, you refuse to believe that magic exists."

“All of the above mentioned have scientific and genetic explanations to it."

Strange scoffed. “Dr. McCoy, for a man of science you certainly like to keep a closed mind, don't you?"

“If you could possibly leave the rings you used to produce the conveyance these... 'portals' I can have a working replication of them created in two weeks."

“Really?" Stephen said, crossing his arms at Hank's undeterred determination. “Alright." He said as he slipped the rings off and he placed them in the mutant's hands. “Take them. See if you can replicate my “science" for yourself. You will see it's much easier said than done."

Hank grinned and looked at the rings. “Trust me... I will take on this challenge."

Two months passed since the day Hank took on the challenge of replicating the portals created by Stephen Strange; much longer than he'd expected, but when the X-Men were summoned down to the Beast's lab at six in the morning on a Saturday, they knew it would be worth it. Cyclops, Storm, Jean Gray, Wolverine and Professor X all appeared at the door where they could hear loud banging, a lot of heavy grunting and groaning and what bordered on maniacal laughter from within. The same thing they'd been hearing for the past eight weeks, but this morning would be different.

The door slammed open, sliding to the side to reveal Hank on the other side, disheveled and in need of sleep, his attitude was just short of manic and surprise. “Ah! My esteemed colleagues! Welcome! Welcome! Please come in!" He said as he led the group into the room. “Come witness the “magic" of science at your fingertips."

Hank flicked on a light, illuminating a fluorescent light hanging from the ceiling above shining down on a pair of hefty-looking, square objects with round holes directly in the center of them. “Viola!"

“You brought us down here to show off a couple'a air conditioners?" Logan growled as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Impressive, Hank." Cyclops said. “What... is it?"

“The question is not “what is it?" but “what are they?"." He said as he separated the boxes and set them up so they would stand side by side. “Just as Stephen Strange is able to wield magical portals to transport matter from one place to another, I have begun to unlock the potential through this new portal system." He activated one of the machines, and then the other. One of the machines glowing a neon purple color, and the other a brilliant sky blue color. “Now I will need a volunteer from the audience--"

“If you think I'm stickin' my head in that thing..."

“Logan please." Jean said looking at Hank. “What is it you need?"

“Oh do not worry I will be the guinea pig for this experiment. Observe." He crouched down and placed his hand through the hole of the portal with the blue light and to everyone's shock, his hand came out of the purple hole next to it. It seemed completely detached from his body. Hank beamed in delight as he flexed his fingers, moved his hand around and around again. “You see! I am able to embody my hand here. Now if any of you are willing, please move the other half of the portal anywhere you like."

“Huh. Okay." Logan said as he walked over and examined the box. He grabbed onto it and began to move it effortlessly. To everyone's surprise, Beast's hand did not move, or retract away from the box; it stayed directly in its center as Logan pushed it further and further. “Wow this is pretty impressive, we can use this tech to infiltrate enemy bases and--"

“Wait! Wait, Logan! Please stop! The field grows incredibly unstable at over six feet. Who knows what can happen!"

“Are you tellin' us that this shitbox only has a range of about six feet?"

“For now, yes. The quantum disruption has been a very hard tool to master, it took me nearly a month to get it beyond three inches..."

“Tch... well shit so much for thoughts of revolutionary technology." He said as he kicked the second box back toward Hank, the portal bounced and rolled fast until Hank's own outstretched hand ran into his crotch, making him blush in embarrassment and pull it back."

“All in all though, very impressive work. I do hope to see you continue to experiment on it."

Charles' words were lost on Hank for a moment as he fought back a blush after the accidental self groping. “Huh? Oh y-yes... Professor, this could revolutionize travel once we can master it."

“Wow, Hank you've really outdone yourself here." Jean said with a smile.

Cyclops nodded in agreement. The ruby from his glasses glinting off the fluorescent light. “Agreed! You've got some real amazing ideas here. I can't wait to see what you do with it!"

As the group headed out of the lab, Hank ran a hand under his chin and pondered. “Neither can I, my dear... neither can I..."

As he closed the door behind him, Beast turned to the portal machine. The silence was almost astonishing, the only thing he could hear was the slight warble coming from each of the machines as he put them into place. He put one in front of him, and one behind him. He straightened the collar of his lab coat before removing it entirely. “It's just an experiment..." He said before sending a test, placing his foot back through the portal behind him and watching it appear in front of him. Curiously, he wiggled his toes and watched them wiggle in front of him. He lowered himself to his hands and knees until he was looking himself directly into the base of his foot. He blew air onto the foot before him and got a chill that he felt it blow across his foot from the underside. “Remarkable..." He said to himself.

Hank then put his finger on his foot and slowly dragged it down, feeling the tip of his claw crawl down over his pad and all the way to the ball of his foot. “Ahaha! Oh my!" He exclaimed, the tickling sensation proving quite a bit effective. “That is fun, it's like a complete stranger is touching my foot..." He paused and a wickedly wild idea crossed his mind. He took his foot, and felt himself take it from the other side and slowly dragged his tongue from toe to heel. He gasped at the sensation, it was an incredibly interesting feeling and it began to stir things in the trunks he wore. As he reached the end he gasped. “My god... what could possibly--?"

“Professor?" A knock at the lab door made Hank jump and immediately fall as he hadn't let go of his foot when he moved. He managed to get back to his feet just as one of his students came in. “Are you okay?" She asked curiously.

“Y-yes... Callie... I am fine. What is it you're doing here?" Hank asked, rubbing the back of his head nervously.

Callie was one of his studying science students. Very bright top of her class, she beamed at him through her eyeglasses. “Well it's almost time for class! You're usually super early, so I decided to come and find you."

“Oh. Oh yes, class. Of course. How... how silly of me. Why don't you run along then Callie, I will be up shortly. I've just got to turn my experiment off."

As she vanished through the door, Hank looked back at the machine, his heart still pounding. He leaned down in front of one of the portals and casually pressed his head through it. A strange, almost euphoric sensation washed over him, his body crawled with tingles, his fur felt like it was standing on end but as he opened his eyes he found himself staring directly into his backside. It was only a few inches away, shaped rather thick against the back of his short speedo-like uniform, and he swallowed. “Oh d-dear...what am I thinking?" He asked himself. “I c-couldn't possibly..."

Hank usually enjoyed lecturing his class on the means of science and experimentation. Guiding each one through their own endeavors, encouraging them to continue trying. But today he seemed a little off. He could feel himself sweating under his collar and he kept on looking at the clock. His lecture to the class was continuously distracted, his foot tickled. His head felt fuzzy, it was as if the machine had some long lasting effect on him. He sought to return to the lab, to experiment more with this technology, to see things from better perspectives to--

“Dr. Mccoy?"

“What? What?!" He shouted, shaking his head when another of his students Bobby was waving his hand in front of his face.

“I know you're pretty distracted Doc, but class should have been dismissed like two minutes ago?"

Bobby's comment made some of the other students laugh and giggle in spite of the flustered look from Hank, who hastily shook his head. “Oh! Y-yes. Sorry! Right! Class dismissed!" He announced as he gathered his things and then made a beeline toward the classroom door, almost running full on into Cyclops as he did. “OH! Scott! Small world."

“Not really... I actually came to ask you something."

Hank rubbed his neck again, he could swear he felt something itching just below the surface. “I see... I see. Well what-what-what is it, Scott? I am a fairly busy man, so..."

“Yeah, yeah I totally get it." Scott said. “So listen, the Professor is planning on sending some of us out tonight on some extracurricular mission and ...well I mean I was kid of hoping you'd be in a position to watch the students tonight? It should be a pretty standard..."

“Yes! Yes of course Scott, of course! But I must run now. So please message me the details on this later and I will do my utmost duty to lend a hand! I've got to go, bye!"

As before, Hank rushed down the stairs as quick as lightning. He brushed past his students, and Wolverine and even Jean who tried to stop and talk to him. He just needed to try some other things with the portal and he suddenly had a fevered pitch to do it in. He ran down to his lap and briskly slammed his lab door shut with his large foot, practically tearing his coat off as he did so. He was breathing hard, and heavy and went over to his console pad. “Computer, lock the lab door and disable lab cameras for..." He checked his watch. “Twenty minutes."

“Twenty minute lockdown engaged. Cancellation may happen at any time with authorization of Henry McCoy and Charles Xavier." The cold calculating computer spoke up as he walked over to the portal machines and began to turn them on.

His excitement was palpable as the familiar blue and purple glowing rings activated and he unfastened the buckle of his belt, dragging his pants down to around his ankles before stepping out of them. He looked over to check the door a few times, making sure that it was completely blocked before waking over to the portal and pulling the two sides much closer together. Hank lowered himself to his hands and knees and stared at the portal, amazed to see his ass jutting toward him like some insane 3D film. He swallowed and pulled the portal closer to his rear, watching his body grow in size and definition in front of him until he had it lined up. He slowly moved forward into the electric, whirring display port and found himself looking at his ass from the other side. “My gods...imagine the implications if this works!" He said to himself, somehow hearing his own voice coming from behind him at the same time. He reached his hands through the portal and grabbed his bare ass, shuddering in enthusiastic delight as he felt it. He turned his head to see his hands and his own head behind him turned and looking behind him. He looked shocked but also quite turned on.

Hank turned back to face his own ass and with his thumbs, he licked his lips as he spread his cheeks apart, revealing that round fleshy ring of muscle. “It's just like any tight muscle... this one just happens to be mine."

Hank was hard as a rock as he watched his own ass wiggle in anticipation. But as he leaned forward he couldn't quite get his orbs into his mouth. He did make up for it by bending down a bit more and his lips met his pucker in a most unexpected way. It made him gasp and forced him to remember what he was doing. Yes. This was an experiment.

Hank dragged his tongue along as much of his taint as he could reach, and his body trembled as he could feel it at the exact same time. His body felt amazing and as his tongue found that warm pucker he pressed it inward and then moaned loudly in spite of himself. This was real; it was really happening, and the sensation was making him drip precum onto the floor between his knees. He shuddered and pushed it further in and heh could feel his own face pushing in between his cheeks. He clenched and moaned in delight. He could hear the patter of wet dripping to the ground. He reached one hand around and began to stroke his own cock, feeling it pulse and throb in his own grasp. It was as though he was jerking himself off and yet...not at the same time. He growled and moaned, speeding the tempo with his tongue and the stroking of his hand. His body was soon aching for the release. The feel of his sphincter tightening against his tongue was a most incredible sensation he couldn't possibly--

“Dr. McCoy please report in. Dr. McCoy please report."

“Oh for fuck's sake now what?"

Hank felt that euphoric tingle again as he pulled his head out of the portal and saw that puddle of precum on the floor. He quickly got to his feet and composed himself as he went to his console. “Yes. Yes Professor what is it?"

“I'm sorry to interrupt your experiments, Hank but we need your help."

“My experiments what--what makes you think I was performing an experiment? Why do you think--?"

“Calm yourself Hank. I just know you like to lock yourself in and perform experiments while in the lab. It's nothing to be ashamed of. But you'll have to put it off, I have a mission that you need to be on."

“Does it have to be now?" Hank replied, realizing only after that it sounded very childish and Xavier raised an eyebrow. “I-I mean... it's so late. How crucial is this mission?"

“Hank it's only eleven o'clock in the morning. But the mission is top priority. Please report to Scott as soon as possible." He said with a stern glare on his face before ending the video call.

Hank groaned in frustration and bumped his head hard to his desk. “Uugh...." Why couldn't they hire Spiderman for this job?" He groaned before returning to his portals and once again turning them off. He cleaned the floor behind them and put them back to their resting positions. “I guess we will have to continue this tomorrow." He said. “And perhaps....I can spend the night and improve this for my next great experiment!"

By the time the crew returned from their mission it was nearly two o'clock in the morning and they were exhausted. Hank slogged up the stairs toward his bedroom, forgetting for a time about the experiment, but as he showered and dressed for bed, the memory started coming back to him. As he walked to his bedroom, he stared down the stairwell leading to his laboratory, but scoffed and waved a dismissive hand. “I will simply take care of that in the morning." He said to himself as he walked into the room and collapsed onto the mattress for a solid night's sleep.

He woke up with a chill, pulling blankets over himself, he checked to see that the window was closed and there was no draft. He couldn't understand exactly why he was cold, and soon his mind returned to the portals. His mind raced at the possibilities and the ideas coming to his mind made him so hard that he could feel the warmth of precum pooling in his shorts. It grew in intensity until he finally lurched upright in his bed and crept out of his room, making his way down the stairs and into his lab where he began to work feverishly on improving these new portal devices. It was some sort of demon of addiction, he was sure of it. As he pieced the parts together the hours flew around him and before he realized it it was after noon the following day.

A soft beeping under Hank's head startled him awake, he hadn't even realized he'd fallen asleep and he looked at the portal machine, still humming, still lit at the center of the room. He walked over to it and pressed a few buttons, connecting the two portal units together he pressed another button, causing the purple portal to raise up to six feet in height over the blue portal. Like a television the portal activated to show his crotch level in the upper window. The sight made him flush, he watched his crotch respond, his arousal becoming more and more apparent. “Oh m-my..." He said as he moved to draw his spandex down to offer some relief.

“Hank? Are you in there?"

Scott's voice at this point sounded like nails on a chalkboard as Hank shuddered and rushed to his door. He feverishly pressed the intercom button. “Scott, I'm in the middle of something here, what is it?"

“There's a delivery at the door for you." Scott said. “Should I bring it down?"

“No, no. I've got it."

Hank moved like a bolt of lightning, blazed up the stairs, signed for his package of burners and beakers he'd ordered and in a flurry rushed down to his lab again. This time, slamming the door shut with his dextrous foot as he rushed into the room. The fever of missing this time with his portal was getting to him. He locked the door and was already undressing by the time he rushed over to the portals again. He leaned closer and closer to the portal, feeling the electric touch of its field wrap warmly around his cock. He shuddered again and watched as his fleshy cock emerged from the upper portal and with an eagerness unlike him, he wrapped his lips around the surfacing flesh.

“Mmmhhhh!" He gasped as he felt the flesh pulse and a bead of precum dribble over his tongue. His body shuddered and he could feel it in the cock. This was his own and he could taste and feel it at the same time. He grabbed both sides of the portal machine and pulled it closer, watching his cock slip further through, feeling the warmth of his balls, his nose touching his stomach somewhere in between the portal's glimmering light. He could feel it tingle, it added a strange, static sensation and made him gasp and moan as he sucked himself deeper. He brought his lips to the base again and again, and he could feel shots of precum spit into the back of his esophagus, he swallowed, he could feel his throat close around it. He could feel his tongue cradling the underside of his flesh, he could feel an urgent need rising, a want to release. His growling increased his breathing began to get faster and faster, he wanted to drink himself, he needed to taste. He needed...

Hank's eye opened a slit and he saw someone standing just within his peripheral vision. “Well hello there, Henry. Enjoying yourself?"

Hank's body flew backwards so quickly that he slipped and fell hard to the ground. Looking he could see the familiar goatee belonging to the Sorcerer Supreme, looking down at him with a wicked smile on his face. “D-Doctor Strange...how did you...?"

“Please, call me Stephen." He insisted as he looked at the device. “You are right, I am impressed you were able to do this." He said as he stepped toward the portal and looked at his own face and reflection in the windows. “I trust you are enjoying it's... “practical applications"?" He asked with a quoting motion in the air before laughing. “I remember my earliest days of doing this myself. But let's see if we can't re-arrange this setup in another way?"

Strange's hands flicked outward and with an explosive maneuver, his sleek outfit was vaporized and vanished from his body, leaving only his cape over his shoulders as the rest of his naked body hovered in front of the dual portals. Hank's face turned red under his fur as he stared at the man's well endowed member hovering just in front of him, a golden swirling ring of symbols and energy hanging over his flesh like an odd animated tattoo. He gasped as Strange's powers then reassembled the portals similar to before, one resting on one side, the other less than three feet apart. He floated over to Hank, his lips curled in a wicked grin as he reached down toward him to offer a hand.

As Hank took the outstretched hand, the wizard pulled him to his feet, his other hand giving his hard, wet cock a long stroke as he kissed the Beast. Hank huffed, but didn't pull from the kiss, letting the sorcerer's tongue linger on his own for several seconds, reviving his cock back to full strength. “Mmm come now, let me show you the marvels of portals." He purred, his mustache bristling Hank's lip, making it tingle as he led the man to the portals area and with a gesture, he put Hank onto his hands and knees. “This will require some...close proximity..." He whispered into Hank's ear before lining his thick arousal against the mutant ass. Hank shuddered in spite of himself, looking back to see Strange wave his hand, causing the equipment to whirl around them and close in. “Are you ready for what we like to call “the eternal snake"?" He asked with a chuckle as the walls of the portals closed in further.

Hank felt the portal pass over his ass, making his entire rear tingle as he noticed that not two, but half a dozen portals began to swim around them. One such portal opened along his crotch. He looked down to find that somehow his cock had stretched behind them and with a little aid from Strange, it lined up with the man's own ass. Their bodies were somehow intertwined, he felt Strange's hole against his cock and he let out a sudden gasp. “Th-this is..." Hank started.

“Strange? I think so too." Stephen said as he then thrust forward, plunging his length deep into the mutant. Hank grunted at the intrusion, his tight, muscled ring tightening even more as his body thrust forward and he felt his cock push deeper into Strange's hole. He too let out a satisfied grunt, somehow their bodies continued to thrust into one another, and those thrusts only fuelled their bodies to continue. It was like a strange perpetual motion machine, and Hank gasped again and again, looking around to see portals and machinery was now twirling around them like some great tesseract, somehow moving the portals around them.

Strange growled himself, the human reaching down and hugging Hank's massive form, cupping his chest, his thumbs stroking the beast's nipples, his more lithe form overwhelming Hank and losing him to the throes of lust. His body trembled. He felt Strange under him and on top of him at the same time, fucking him as he fucked him in turn over and over again. The harder Stephen rode him, the more eagerly Hank fucked Stephen and so on and so forth. Their voices were loud and echoing but Hank knew that their voices were not traveling past this endless, spiraling universe in which they were caught. Hank's climax was spiraling up on him so fast that he couldn't even stop himself from crying out. “S-STEPHEN!!!"

“Yessss..." The man moaned as he grunted and thrust to the hilt deep within him. Their bodies climaxed together and for several minutes it felt as though their seed wasn't escaping them.

Hank could feel himself draining into the man, feeling the seed sloshing against his ass between them and the tight squeeze of Strange's ass as it milked him dry.

Soon, the world around them began to fade, and the pair collapsed onto the cool tile flooring of Hank's lab as the world returned to normal. But to the two of them, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Hank finally looked down to see that yes, the two of them had truly done this but at the same time. Their breaths hard and heavy as they relaxed together.

“That--was the magic of the universe. Was it not, Henry?"

“M-Magic or... simply applied science?" Hank replied with a smirk.

Stephen seemed somewhat silenced by the response; even after all this, clearly Hank could have believed in magic. But no, he still stuck to his beliefs and the sorcerer may as well having been selling tonic water or snake oil and he would have gotten the same response from him. “I'd better go..." He said. “And your friends may be wondering what's happened to you." The pair got up together and with a wave of his hands, Strange restored the room to its former cleanliness and the portal machines back to their original positions. “Just remember Henry. There is a lot of great care in the use of these portals. The slightest miscalculation could be catastrophic."

Hank straightened his glasses and passed a polite smile to Strange. “Thank you for your opinion, Stephen. I will be careful." He admitted softly.

As Strange's hands flexed outward, his clothing was instantly restored on his body, his cape now wrapping around him as he looked Hank over. “Just remember: Be careful."

Hank watched as Stephen brought his hands out in front of himself and with a twirl of his hands, formed another portal in front of him. Stepping through, the portal closed behind him, leaving a trail of sparks behind that vanished. He sighed and thumbed his finger over his chin. “Surely it cannot hurt to try this again..." He said to himself as he started the portals up again. Once again the machines whirring to life as he set them back to their front and back configuration. He got down onto his hands and knees, and with a pang of desire, pulled the portal behind him closer before reaching through to run his hands over the fur of his thick, blue-furred backside. He let out a gasp of pleasure as he leaned forward and began to lick along that musky taint of his. Tasting Stephen's remaining smell and feeling the warmth of his tongue dragging along it. He moaned through his nose as he spread his cheeks apart and began to playfully run his tongue over his hole.

Hank's heart raced as he pressed his face into his own ass, squeezing it in a strange control he never knew he wanted or needed. No tesseract, no odd double coupling. Maybe if he got closer he could even...

As he moved closer he then felt himself dragged away, his hands hit the floor but he was being pulled back, as if being dragged by something. “What in the...?" He looked back behind himself and could see his own upper body falling further and further away. “The wheels!" He realized that the locks holding the portal in place had loosened and it was rolling away. “No-no no more than six feet!" He exclaimed as he turned to reach for the machine, but it fell away from him rolling back until it hit the console about ten feet away from him.

There was a lurching sensation in his stomach as the portal came to a sudden halt. Something was wrong, he knew this shouldn't have happened. He began to crawl backwards to get out of the portal. As his head passed through the blue opening, he reached down and felt his body. It was completely intact. But as he looked back, he could still see himself in the other portal machine, he looked disoriented under the purple glow of the exiting portal and he crawled forward to climb out.

“Two!?" He said aloud as he moved over to help his doppelganger up.

Both looked at each other in shock. “Two?" The second Hank asked, putting a hand on his head before looking at the machine. “No...!" He said pointing at it.

Hank looked back at the blue portal and saw a third version of him crawling disoriented from the other side of that portal. “Oh my stars and garters...what happened?" The third asked to himself, rubbing his eyes before looking around to see the other two. “Oh my... what...what has happened?"

“Isn't it obvious?" Hank said to the other Beasts. “The portal fell over four feet outside of its stable zone, and it appears to have had some...strange consequences!"

“Yes. I would agree." Beast said as his body leaned against Hank's. “And it's had quite the euphoric effect on me."

“Me as well." Hank replied. “But please, as scientists, we must try to resist giving into our baser urges until we've uncovered--"

The third Beast, who had walked toward them trying to rub his temple to clear the disorientation, suddenly clutched his large claw around Hank's chin, making his breath hitch. “Or perhaps this accident was for an even greater purpose." He whispered softly, his breath feathering over Hank's lips, dripping with an uncanny desire. His lips clung to Hank's and his hands slid down the beast's slick dark blue furry body until they rested against his hips and pulled him closer. Their cocks pressed together between them and Hank moaned a bit against this beast's mouth. At the same time, the second Beast behind him began to kiss along Hank's neck, making him moan a bit louder. His hands reaching around Hank's chest and holding his pectoral muscles with a firm grip while the third Beast's hands rounded Hank's butt, slapping it through his fur and squeezing as he pulled him taut. “Mmm delicious..." Third Beast purred, his breath making Hank's skin prickle in goosebumps under his fur. “Do you have any doubts about what I want, Hank?"

“Or me?" Second Beast purred into Hank's ear, his flesh grinding the round ass in front of him. Hank could feel it pulse in need in desire and he moaned again. This time with Third Beast releasing his lips and biting gently down his neck.

“N-no... ahh... no doubts whatsoever..." He huffed as the Third Beast grinned and guided Hank down to his knees.

Hank felt the warmth of Third Beast's cock--his cock brushing against his face, and with a hungry, eager move he engulfed it greedily, causing Third Beast to let out a grunt and growl of pleasure as he thrust forward, plunging his cock deep into Hank's throat. Hank swallowed the sword and grabbed Third Beast's hips, guiding him closer and closer as they worked up a slow, steady rhythm. His breath washed over the beast's loins, making the fur, the crotch fuzz everything brush back with each gust that escaped his nostrils. Third Beast grabbed the back of Hank's head and thrust in deep all of a sudden, almost making him pull his head away, only to be stopped by the hand. Meanwhile, Second Beast had gotten down onto his hands and knees behind Hank and slowly pulled the cheeks apart, dragging his warm, wet tongue from the man's balls, up to his taint and over his hole. Again and again as his eager, loud slurps reaching Hank's ears with an enthusiastic and almost feral hunger. Deeper and deeper Second Beast's tongue dipped, pushing apart his hole again as he did so. Hank was hard as a rock from this, he continued to slurp and slobber all over Third Beast's cock, tasting his own seed as it dripped over his tongue and drizzled from between his lips. His hips snapped forward again and again, pushing deeper, his throat relaxing and taking every beat as he moaned, feeling Second Beast's tongue push in deeper and for a moment, he had the strangest theory that somehow they would meet somewhere in the middle.

“Huff... so... eager...and willing, I...I find myself unable to resist." Third Beast grunted as he pulled his thick shaft back, letting it sloppily fall past his lips. “Come now, on your hands and knees."

Hank was directed rather abruptly to the position and watched as Second and Third walked around him, switching places as Third Beast pressed his thick, dripping head against Hank's hole while Second Beast teased his lips with his own eager flesh. Hank wrapped his lips around it, and then let out a cry of pleasure that could only escape his nose as both men plunged into either end of his. Second Beast grabbed Hank's head and held it still, stretching it so that his entire girth would fit deep down his throat while Third Beast's claws dug into Hank's hips, pulling him roughly back against his body as he plunged his cock deep into his waiting hole.

“Ah yes! Fuck... Hank, this feels in-incredible!" He growled in pleasure, leaning his body forward to add that momentum, forcing every inch. “Like galaxies on the verge of being enveloped by an exploding star..."

“Like planets colliding to create asteroids and moons...ahhh..." Second Beast joined in, now grinding harder, using Hank's mouth like a fleshlight his precum pouring profusely through the cracks, down Hank's throat deeper, harder and faster. Their muscular frames flexing as they thrust in together again and again, making Hank himself feel like an accordion between their desires.

Third Beast growled and tossed his head back now, every thrust going from tip to hilt so hard that Hank could feel his butt rippling from the force of each impact. “Yes! Yes!" He huffed loudly with every single plummeting thrust.

“NNNNHHHH!" Hank came at last, the heat, the smells of these other Beasts fucking him with a ravenous need had overwhelmed him and sent the tides of his climax spilling over and all over the floor underneath his body.

As if his cries had rallied an awakening in both the other Beasts, Hank's hole clenching tight around Third Beast's cock sent his body into convulsions and he climaxed hard, deep into Hank. His seed spilling and filling him up instantly as he belted out a loud, echoing roar. The growl in Hank's throat also wound up Second Beast, who gripped tight around Hank's face, clamping his mouth as he too let loose a thick torrent of hot, salty seed deep down Hank's gullet. Hank could barely swallow everything, his face felt like it was flooding and as Second Beast's grip loosened it spilled out in a heavy, thick, slimy, messy spill. “Ahh! Yes! Yes Hank! Take it take--!!"

A loud boom suddenly echoed through the entire lab as the power of the entire mansion suddenly overloaded and the room went black. Hank fell over in the dark, suddenly feeling nothing in front of or behind him, but still feeling the fresh cum soaking his face and his ass as it trickled down his legs. He staggered around and found a handheld flashlight in his desk drawer. He turned it on and swung the light around.

They were gone; both Second and Third Beast had vanished in an instant. For a moment, Hank pondered if he'd somehow imagined the whole thing, despite the obvious use of his ass, there was no evidence. It was then he'd noticed that the portal machines were also off; they'd likely caused the power outage to begin with and as the lights came on, he could see enough to scramble for his discarded clothing.

“Hank! Are you in there?" Logan's gruff, growling voice could be heard on the other side of the secured door and Hank rushed over, opening it enough for his face to peer at Wolverine's concerned face. “Good. Just had to make sure nothin' exploded on you or somethin' like that. He said as he took a drink from his coffee, obviously not too concerned for his friend. “I'm headed to the security office to find out what the fuck caused that power outage.

“No, no, no I am fine Logan. Perfectly fine. Really." He smiled, baring his teeth in an overshow of emotion. “Thank you for your concern."

“No problem bub. Well... see ya." He said as he waved a hand and headed off. Hank closed the door behind him. His heart was still racing. “My god... that was close..." He breathed a sigh of relief.

Logan had traveled up the stairs and entered the security office where Xavier sat behind the main counter. “Ah, Logan. Glad to have you join me. Is everything alright?"

“Sure thing Professor. Still not sure what caused the outage but at least things seem to be back to normal."

“Good. Well, thankfully the cameras were on just before the outage, let's see if we can find out what may have caused...." His voice trailed off as Logan approached, sipping his coffee. His eyes bulged in shock and in typical, overly dramatic fashion, he turned his head and spit the coffee out of his mouth. “...this?" Professor Xavier finished his line in as genuinely surprised gasp.

“WHAT THE F***?!"

THE END?