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The Evils of Necessity	By : Ksennin Category: X-men Comics > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 13050 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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In the day after their takeover of Krakoa, there was controlled chaos. The Genoshan military made a hasty attempt to retake the island, but with the Brotherhood’s position fortified and Magneto’s arrival, it was easily repelled. The complex had many prison cells for the hostages they’d taken, and the UN made the usual noise about negotiating a treaty. Cyclops heard talk of anti-government protests by mutants in the continental Genosha. When it flared into rioting, the Brotherhood would be there to fan it into full-on revolt.
For now, they waited. Appeared peaceful. Tolerant. Magneto delivered his rhetoric to cameras that had once filmed mutant death games. And Scott rested.
Mystique had insisted on giving them the most luxurious room in the complex. She felt they’d earned it. Magneto slept in a ferrous bedroom he traveled with, so they were free to take over Mojo’s former room. After replacing the mattress and sheets, Raven laid Scott down and massaged him to sleep. She knew he wouldn’t be up for a fuck. He wasn’t like her.
Still, Raven enjoyed lying with him, wearing a black lace gown from the loot they’d liberated. She liked the way it felt on her skin. She liked the way it made her look.
After a short while of lying awake—almost on guard duty—she heard a knock at the door. She got up to step through the room—oak-paneled unlike the metallic bulkheads comprising the rest of the base, and mostly bare now that so much of its wealth had been redistributed to the other Brotherhood members. What was left was a luxuriously deep carpet, a plush red couch scattered with cushions, and the refrigerator. Raven was willing to part with a lot of the excess furnishings in the room, but not with any of Mojo’s personal larder. The others had no idea how hard it was to get Nutella in the Savage Land.
She reached the door, opening up its wooden frame to the metal corridor outside. Marian stood outside, and her mouth dropped open a little at the sight of Mystique’s blue body shining through her sheer black gown.
“Hey. Mom,” she said unevenly.
“Marian. What can I do for you, baby girl?”
“It’s, uh…” Marian scratched the white stripe in her hair. “It’s my dupes.”
“What about them?”
“Yeah, what about us?” another Rogue asked, sneaking a peak past Marian’s shoulder.
There were four of them in addition to her Marian and Mystique could see they’d been in the dressing room. Rogue 1 wore clothes far… skankier than what Marian was usually caught in. A sheer green blouse, a microskirt, and a black dog collar that matched the bra visible through her top.
Rogue 2 hung back, dressed conservatively in a white blouse, hooded shawl, long gloves, and slacks. She looked as nervous as Marian had been when Raven had first known her—anxious and fearful of her power.
Rogue 3 wore a green bodysuit under a brown jacket, the former unzipped to reveal an expanse of cleavage that was quite unwise given the scope of her power.
Rogue 4 was actually dressed in what was most definitely intended to be a take-off on the X-Men uniform. Black leather, skintight, with lots of straps and boots and gloves, most of them in yellow for some reason.
Her Marian was easy to pick out amidst all the her extreme clones. She wore a long dark trenchcoat, clenched tightly around herself.
Mystique’s nose wrinkled. This had the unfavorable taste of a teachable moment. “I thought you recalled all your dupes.”
“I did!” Marian protested. “These—they don’t wanna go. They saw Wolverine and that mutant Joan Jett, so it’s like they discovered boys all at once or something—“
“Don’t push this off on us!” Rogue 3 protested. “You’re the one with all this naughtiness that made its way into us!”
“We didn’t ask you to make us!” Rogue 4 added.
“Guys, c’mon, she’s like our mom,” Rogue 2 muttered.
“We wanna fuck!” Rogue 1 shouted.
In the background, Scott mumbled and turned over in his sleep.
“Ooh, is that Cyclops?” Rogue 1 asked.
“No!” Marian said quickly.
“No it isn’t or no—“
“Just no!”
Mystique watched, richly amused. “Well, dear, this seems like a personal problem. Quite literally.”
“Ma!”
“Ma!” one or two of the Rogues imitated mockingly.
Rogue 3 strove for reason. “Look, we know how it works. Sooner or later we’re gonna break down and go back in the box. But we want to live a little first! We know how it works from the thing with Madrox. When we go back, momma feels everything we felt. We just want to give her something good to feel.”
Mystique tilted her head to the side. “Such as?”
“You’re all idiots.” Rogue 1 reached out and grabbed Mystique’s hand. “Look! No power! We can touch people; she can’t!”
“Shut up,” Marian hissed, slapping Rogue 1’s hand away.
“This one has a point,” Raven said, bopping Rogue 1 on the nose. “You do have a unique opportunity here, Marian. What would you like to do with it?”
“Well…” Marian looked stricken. “They want to gangbang Scott or sumthin’!”
Raven quirked an eyebrow. “So?”
“So?”
“What’s the problem there? I just want my little girl to be happy, and if fucking Scott Summers makes you happy…”
“Alright!” Rogue 4 cheered. “Told ya she was a classy broad!”
Marian stared at the floor. “I thought you’d—“
“Be jealous? Marian, you’re my daughter. The love of my life. The only thing that could possibly make me jealous is Scott giving you a pleasure I can’t. And I’ll live with that. So now, what’s the real problem?”
Marian took a deep breath. “Well, this’d pretty much be my first time. And it’s not like… it ain’t like… I don’t wanna lose my virginity in some kind of orgy. I want my first time to be special. I want it to be with someone Ah love, and who loves me!”
Raven reached out to stroke Marian’s cheek, pulling her hand away when Marian’s power absorbed some of her blue. “I understand, Marian. But I can’t make Scott fall in love with you. I wish I could…”
“You can!” Rogue 2 insisted, speaking up like it was a major accomplishment for her.
Raven faced her. “How?”
“You… you…”
Marian got between them. “I want you… to be me. Then be with him. Let me watch. He cares about you… he loves you. So when you’re in my form, it’ll be like he loves me. That’s all I ask. Sorry.”
Raven looked over the other Rogues. “And you can all accept this.”
“If we get him afterward,” Rogue 1 said, arms crossed in a rare covering of her cleavage. “I don’t just want some fucking Nicholas Sparks moment with the boytoy. I want to get fucked. We all do!”
Raven breathed deeply. Then she began to change. Yellow eyes turned to green. Blue skin faded into pale flesh. She peeled off her lace gown as her skin grew a facsimile of Marian’s clothes. Until finally she stood before Marian, a reflection.
“And could you…” Marian started. “Could you maybe… make yourself a virgin again? If it won’t hurt too much.”
“I’ve listened to Scott’s jokes. This is nothing.”
“Me and the dupes, we don’t have hymens. Lost it to a cucumber, age fourteen.”
Mystique snapped her fingers. “I knew one of my vegetables went missing!”
Marian managed a nervous giggle. “Ah just want it to really be… like it could’ve been. Ya know?”
“Yes dear. Don’t worry.” With a little concentration, Raven tightened her sex to the point of virginity. She’d always wondered how Scott would manage with a first-timer. He seemed such a caring sort; maybe if Raven’s first time had been with a caring sort, she wouldn’t have ended up as a mutant terrorist. Maybe a lot of things.
Maybe she was a great mom to Rogue, and the girl had still ended up a member of the Brotherhood. Who cared?
Raven gestured her many, many daughters to the couch. “Sit down. Take a load of. Watch and learn.”
She walked to the bed, shifting her appearance to have a few less layers than the real thing. Certainly less underwear.
She was going to lose her virginity to Scott Summers and she couldn’t wait.
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