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Kitty lay sprawled out on her back, wearing only her pink babydoll jammies. She tucked her blankets underneath her, cocooning herself against the firmness of the mattress, and heard the drone of a distant television echoing up into the room she shared with Rogue.

Rogue huddled on her own bed, trying to get comfortable despite the height she’d absorbed from Sabretooth making her way too big for her mattress. Why was she thinking of Kitty? And why, every time she closed her eyes, did her mind jump to brightly blinding images of pricks, cocks, going into cunts, washing through her mind, leaving as much excitement as fear. Was that what Kitty was thinking? Was that why she was thinking of Kitty in the first place?

Maybe it was some power of Sabretooth’s that she’d taken—she couldn’t figure out why she was so consumed by Kitty and she worried that between absorbing Kitty and absorbing Sabretooth, she’d managed to warp her brain. Why else was she so totally unable to focus on anything else but this weirdness?

And there was one image that really disturbed Kitty, so much that she couldn’t even lie still. She’d once been so zonked out from Danger Room practice that she’d gone to Rogue’s dresser instead of her own. But it wasn’t the memory of the huge dildo she’d found there that was seared into her—not even the others she’d found alongside it—but the thought of Rogue’s naked body as she brutally fucked herself in both her holes.

I knew that little pervert was spying on me… can’t even admit to herself that it wasn’t an accident… well, how does she think I should get off? I don’t have Kurt sniffing after me—can’t even get Scott to look at me—a girl needs some relief!

Kitty felt like she had mush for brains. She’d imagined sex before, but she’d never thought about the girl—always kinda subconsciously assuming it would be her, that the important thing for her imaginings was the guy and what he was doing to… whoever.

But now she thought of how Rogue might look while getting fucked and she thought of how Rogue looked in the locker room, all that pale skin, those glorious little breasts that were just the right size, and that tight little ass.

Oh, no wonder Rogue dressed like such a ho—the tiny skirt, the stockings, the translucent top that showed off her bra for everyone to see. There was barely any difference between the way she looked walking around and the way she looked under the shower spray, washing the sweat off her body far enough away from the rest of the girls that they couldn’t possibly touch her, which just made her seem like some precious object, all made of porcelain, or maybe marble, with its elegant veins, just like Rogue had those streaks of white in her hair—all of her hair.

Dirty bitch… first she’d looked at her pubes, now Kitty was thinking of her getting hammered in her pussy and in her ass by hard, raging dildos. Wait, had Kitty worn her bottomless babydoll to bed tonight? Rogue was sure she hadn’t—she was in flannels now that the weather had turned. So was this a memory? A memory of Kitty’s that Rogue had taken along with Kitty’s dance moves?

Scott had been tutoring her on practicing her powers. Usually, when someone else consented, they shoved some stuff to the forefront and Rogue got that instead of Hoovering up everything. So if all Rogue wanted was Kitty’s dancing and all Kitty wanted to give her was the dancing, why the heck had Rogue gotten some memory of Kitty judging her for her extracurriculars? This was all she needed while Sabretooth’s borrowed power had her looking like some damn werewolf…

Unfortunately, thinking of a goddess like Rogue only reminded Kitty of how plain she was. She knew her tits were nice—firm little tea cups of pert flesh. But Rogue was taller, thicker, made Kitty look like a child. And while Kitty’s ass was flat and boyish, Rogue’s flared out into a seductive womanly swell. The chick was pure sex; the minute she found out how to control her powers, the boys would probably be all over her. Even Lance would probably go after her, and why wouldn’t he?

God, Kitty really hoped she got boobs like Rogue’s, firm and shapely, with big dark nipples like thimbles, begging to be sucked on. Imagine if she was always so flat-chested—she wanted so badly for someone to suck on her tits the way guys did to Rogue in the dreams she had…

What was this crazy bitch talking about… what dreams? What the fuck was this memory even of, Rogue wondered? If this was just Kitty lying around moaning and groaning about having A-cups, how the hell hadn’t she forgotten about it by now? Was it really a seminal event in the Pryde family history?

Kitty squirmed against the bed, like she had a itch she wanted dearly to scratch only she couldn’t find it. It was starting to get entirely too hot for covers. Her body felt all sweaty and excited, like she had been running a quarter-mile sprint or laboring under the brightly burning sun. She threw the comforter off, warm enough even with only her sheets.

Without Kitty really noticing, her hands drifted down, fingers tickling over her belly and down to her thighs. She didn’t truly process the sensations, only felt that they were more pleasant than the whispers of desire she was already feeling, the need that her touch turned into a kind of satisfaction.

Her fingertips searched for more pleasure, something to quench the wants that she could feel but not understand. She touched the groin of her panties and a chill ran underneath the lace. She pressed down, her fingertips teasing at the tiny bundle of nerves contained in her clit, and…

“Oh!” she squeaked, feeling a bolt of sensation run through her pussy, and Rogue felt it too. This was what Kitty was remembering? Touching herself? Not such a goody-two-shoes after all. Maybe Jean was the only good girl at the Xavier Institute.

Kitty glanced at the door to her room. Still no sign of Rogue turning in for the night, just the sounds of the television. If she was doing this, she had better do it while she was still alone. As nice as it might be to look at Rogue while she played with herself, Kitty knew she didn’t have the guts to have Rogue looking back at her. Not that she had room to judge, but Gawd. Imagine if Rogue started doing it too. Just imagine.

What a perv, Rogue thought as she squeezed her thighs together, still feeling that almost-painful pressure… the sharp, sudden delight… that had shocked its way through all of Kitty’s senses. It was so weird, she could barely tell it felt good, but her pussy knew what it was feeling. It was juicy through and through.

Rogue’s body had built up a tolerance to being ‘relieved’—there was a reason she had so many dildos—but feeling what Kitty had felt made it seem like she’d never been touched at all. For that, she could forgive Kitty for being such a slut. But she was just such a damn whore… thinking about Rogue in the shower. As if having a bunch of teenage boys eyeing her wasn’t degrading enough!

Kitty wondered if this pain… no, intensity… was what Rogue felt when she used those big sex toys of hers. She felt certain, somehow, that Rogue would know more than she did. The feelings she got would be even more intense. And much more delicious. She remembered the image Rogue had slipped in the shower, falling to her hands and knees naked, that cute little ass on full display. If Kitty’d wanted to, she could’ve walked right up behind her and…

Rogue could almost hear the smack of a hand against naked pink flesh, flushed from the hot shower. She could almost feel Kitty’s hands running all over her crimson ass, soothing away the pain that’d made it burn so heatedly. She’d had no idea Kitty wanted her so bad. No wonder she’d gone along with Evan’s dumb project. Anything to spend time with Rogue! If she could, Kitty would probably watch that footage alone, diddling herself to it like the dirty girl she was!

Kitty’s mind caught on the lascivious image of Rogue bent over. She imagined getting close enough that she could see Rogue’s pussy, even her puckered little asshole. She thought of herself massaging away all the lust Rogue must feel to need so many dildos, her pouting cuntlips pouring out her juices into Kitty’s hands.

“OOOH!” Kitty groaned, feeling it, then realizing the wetness she was touching was her own.

She couldn’t escape the thought of what she had seen and the more she thought about it, the hotter it made her. When she pictured her hand running over the svelte buttocks, down to the juicy slit between Rogue’s legs, she fingered her own pussy, two fingers rubbing harshly at her clit. Waves of soft delirium flowed through her, tingling in the folds of her sheath, feverish heat and relief all at once.

But that still left her asshole untouched. And she knew that one of the toys she’d seen in Rogue’s possession had been a buttplug. Kitty whimpered at the thought—that Rogue actually wished she could be ass-fucked—as she took her hand away from her stinging clit and moved it back under her ass. She felt the wet juices running between her thighs and greased her fingers with them. Then she sought out her asshole. Biting her lip from the lewdness of what she was doing, Kitty centered her finger on her anus, then pushed. The puckered sphincter painfully gave, letting in her slender finger to the middle knuckle.

“Fuck me, Rogue,” Kitty moaned, everything below her waist gripped by an ache that she loved to feel.

The base of her spine burned and her grommet clutched and sucked at her finger. She pumped the palm of her other hand against her labia, washing it in her flowing cream, three fingers deep inside her cunt. The fingers of both hands felt almost joined, but infinitely separated by a yawning gap in sensation. It hurt, fucking herself in the ass, but it made her pussy feel pure pleasure.

Then she felt a series of small jolts, like waves crashing on the shore. They didn’t go away, they didn’t lessen, they barely seemed to care what she was doing with her fingers in her ass and sex—she was coming, a sharply demanding sensation that lifted her ass from the bed to get even more from her delving fingers and her dirty, dirty fantasy.

“Dirty, dirty,” Rogue whimpered, almost getting off herself from how intoxicating Kitty’s fantasy of hers was.

***

“Rogue, did you say something?” Kitty asked tiredly. Rogue didn’t seem to be sleeping well, not with Sabretooth’s swiped powers still making her Hulk out. Kitty yawned, unable to blame Rogue for being restless. She knew Mr. Logan had his share of sleepless nights. It made sense that with his rival’s power inside her, Rogue was feeling the same way.

Kitty twisted her pillow into a taco, covering both her ears, and tried to go back to sleep. Then she thought again about how she’d touched Rogue—that shared moment of connection and pain as Rogue had taken some of her… her and absorbed it into her own sensual body. It made Kitty feel weird; who knew how much of her was still inside Rogue? Sabretooth sure seemed to be taking his time in Rogue before she… digested him or whatever.

Kitty hoped it would wear off soon. She’d hate to be in the same room as that guy. And having Rogue doing cosplay of him… well, that was her thing. But Kitty still wanted her to go back to normal. She looked so good when she was herself.

Even better when she was doing Kitty’s dance moves, her hot body moving as Kitty wanted it to, almost like she was in charge of her or something… it was kinda kinky. Kitty giggled to herself as she imagined Rogue doing anything anyone told her to do. She barely listened to Scott, and it wasn’t because she respected his authority. More like how tall he was. Towering over Rogue the way Rogue towered over Kitty.

Rogue, open up that dresser. Quite a lot of naughty little toys you have there, don’t you? Dirty little bitch. Bet you don’t know how to use them. Why don’t you lie down over there—I’ll tell you what to do with them. And I don’t need to hear what you think of my orders; put this gag on.

Kitty imagined Scott telling Rogue that. Even she’d probably go apeshit if a guy tried that with her. Then she imagined herself telling Rogue those things. She squeezed her thighs together. She doubted Rogue really needed any help getting herself off… but Kitty still found herself wanting to tell her what to do. God, thinking of Rogue made her want to come so bad.