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Kitty shuddered with the influx of sensation, feelings where nothing had ever been sensed before, just like Rogue was touching her where no one had ever been before. Then, to Kitty’s consternation, she felt her hips jolting into motion. Uncontrollably moving with Rogue’s rhythmic strokes, meeting her, enthusiastically giving over to being taken by her prick. New, unequaled feelings filled Kitty’s body as it slaved away. Her freshly initiated sex now was thrust back onto Rogue’s huge, impaling cock, letting it in deeper and deeper to her fiery opening. She wasn’t just fucked—she was fucking herself—enjoying being skewered. Enjoying being Rogue’s bitch.

“No, no!” she grunted, more in disbelief than in protest. It couldn’t be happening. But it was; her body’s responses were all the proof she needed of that.

Rogue pumped ferociously against Kitty’s yielding ass, her shortened mane scratching at Kitty’s widespread buttocks, her enormous cock relentlessly pistoning deep into Kitty’s soft, quivering flesh, its full length demanding the use of her as a sheath. With unmanageable whimpering, Kitty worked her rounded buttocks back against Rogue in a lewd frenzy, grinding her hotly clinging folds over Rogue’s piercing manhood, letting out a wanton cry of masochism while forcing every inch of it upon herself.

Rogue settled into a staccato rhythm, satisfying herself and pleasing Kitty at the same time. Kitty followed along, helplessly delighting in how Rogue repeatedly plunged down her channel—salaciously wet slurps marking every burial and withdrawing. They grew in volume as Kitty got wetter and wetter. Rogue was going into her all the way to her cervix, Kitty’s delicate inner flesh holding lovingly to Rogue’s member whether it was moving in or out.

Kitty blushed crimson at the sound of their mating. It rung in her ears, proof that the sight and sensation of her ravishing weren’t just frenzied imagination, but that she was actually doing it, actually being cocked by Rogue, used as her slut. Rogue had a dick and was pounding it incredibly deep into Kitty’s tight pussy, the first to feel the girlish pressure inside her. And she was leaving Kitty no way to forget it, possessing her so utterly, fucking her swollen pussy with that insanely big cock. It was too much for Kitty to even believe, yet it was happening, it kept happening. She kept being a slut for Rogue’s prick!

The pain had died away now, leaving a maddened sense of pleasure. Kitty let out a breathy sigh every time she thrust herself backward to feel Rogue’s cock be buried inside her. If she couldn’t control her body, she certainly couldn’t restrain her mouth. The delicious feelings she was venting were far too much for her to hold it with Rogue’s member endlessly hammering into her, hilting in her snatch all the way up to her navel, then coming out until the grasping lips of her pussy could almost close.

Kitty’s body was soaring, still more new sensations coming out of the woodwork, deep in her pussy where only Rogue’s cock had ever reached. Why was it so wonderfully long and thick… so much better than she’d ever even imagined a man’s thing could be? She wanted it deeper… she wanted the last vestige of tightness to be banished from her cunt by this prick that now owned her.

They kept giving and receiving, giving and receiving. How long it continued, neither of them could say, but the clock radio on the nightstand dutifully stood sentry while the time passed by. First ten minutes, then twenty, then half an hour, Rogue’s bestial prick never tiring of reaming out little Kitty, enjoying the irresistible tightness that her tender cunt seemed to have in endless supply.

“Fuck, Rogue!” Kitty crooned, shimmying her jiggling ass back at Rogue’s cock. “Oh God, you’re making me do it! Aren’t you making me do it?”

She felt the orgasmic pulse flash through her body, scorching her lustful flesh like it was soaked in gasoline. There was no mistaking the erotic fulfillment coming her way, closer and closer. What no one else had ever done for her, Rogue was about to do.

Sexual completion spiraled through her seething body like a million feathers brushing against her skin, then scratching, gnawing at the inside of her quivering belly with the promise of untold ecstasy. More, always more, shooting through her groin like an electric shock, reaching her pink nipples to make them stiff and succulent.

Kitty whimpered out loud, all of her feeling the yawning void of sensual oblivion growing under her. She’d fall at any moment. She looked to the mirror and saw Rogue’s thick wet prick still rocketing into her soft, downy pussy lips. Rogue fucked her at a furious tempo, jerky strokes of her cock determined to be buried in her sex as quickly as possible.

Kitty could see her own pink inner flesh, dripping with a wetness of unbelievable arousal, holding in a wet embrace to that inhumanly long stiffness she was enslaved to. It absolutely disappeared into the space inside her, leaving Kitty feeling only the rapture of having entirely accepted its impalement. There was so much of it to take in, engulf, devour. She couldn’t believe her untried pussy was doing it. Maybe she was born to be a whore to this massive cock. It felt that right. Now that it didn’t hurt anymore, all it felt was right.

Her mind reeled, buffeted by the throes of a passion she’d never trained herself to deal with. Her eyes feasted on the voluptuous spectacle, watching like obscene erotica how her own young breasts quivered and swayed under her like luscious pink fruit, shaken by the delicious barrage of Rogue’s cock. She saw the flailing loveliness of her sweat-soaked brown hair, thrown about by her tossing her head in ecstasy. It looked like her locks were being jerked about by the guttural moans of utter surrender she let out, torn from her heaving chest.

“Oh Christ—please—no more—I can’t take anymore!” she cried, gasping for breath. “It’s too good, too good, too big and making me come too hard! Oh shit, oh shit, but you can’t stop, you can’t stop fucking now! Please don’t stop before I come, Rogue, I don’t care if my cunt is ruined! Fuck me, Rogue, fuck me like I’m only here to be your slut! Oooohhhh—YES! YES! I’M YOUR SLUT AND I EXIST TO BE WRAPPED AROUND YOUR COCK!”

As much as Kitty shouted, it was the soft lilt in her wailing that let Rogue know she was truly submissive, truly surrendered to enjoyed her fate. Rogue’s grunts came more feverishly in response. She avidly thrust into Kitty, giving into her own instincts just as headily. She knew Kitty was in her rightful place now, not an ounce of resistance in her or even dismay at her current circumstances—natural law dictated that Rogue had to breed her as readily as Kitty had given herself over to this.

Kitty thrust her soft white body back onto Rogue’s aching hardness. The wet warmth of her channel surrounded Rogue, greedily clutching at her stiff prick, and Rogue’s heart pounded ardently in her chest for Kitty. It would be a good mating. Kitty had already submitted to the intensity of it, but she had no idea how strong the feeling could become.

Rogue felt the wetness trailing down from Kitty’s widespread opening, gleaming on the smooth backs of her thighs and soaking her own fur. She also saw the damp shadow on the back of Kitty’s pajama top, darker than the surrounding sweat that soaked Kitty’s flannel, and realized it was her own saliva dripping down onto Kitty as she claimed her. Rogue’s tongue hung out of her open jaws in heated frenzy. Her culmination was very close.

Kitty was even closer. On the next stroke Rogue gave her, she jerked her taut face up into the air, letting out a guttural animal moan from low in her throat. Her bright eyes were wide and unseeing. “Ooohh… I can’t take it… not anymore… I’m such a slut… fuck me harder, please, yes, do it to me, Rogue! OOOH!”

Her voice died in a strangled sound of pleasure and assent, her head tossing jerkily from side to side, her bedraggled hair wildly flailing as she flew into the first convulsions of her orgasm. She jammed her undulating ass back onto Rogue’s long, thick hardness, giving herself to its sensations with a wantonness that she had never dreamed she was capable of.

She was struck by her first spasm, crying out with the power of it, slamming her round ass back hard into the charging prick. Rogue’s frantic lunge easily hilted Kitty, pushing aside the streams of slippery lubrication juicily flowing from Kitty’s sex. Immediately on its heels, Rogue pulled out and thrust back in, growling, her already enormous hardness swelling.

When she pumped herself into Kitty, her throbbing member filled Kitty so full it was like a knot locked tightly inside of her snug sheath. Held there by how massively engorged it was, it spewed its heated seed, forcing it deep into Kitty’s wildly contracting passage. Long, harsh spurts that flooded Kitty’s sex, proved beyond a shadow of a doubt that its purpose was to hold boiling hot cream like Rogue’s.

Kitty yelled, seeming to scream out the very heat that was gushing into her. Her buttocks jerked convulsively, thrumming with the burning eruption spurting into her belly, filling her with the universal ecstasy known to all rutting animals. She tossed her head from side to side, moving with the erotic bliss she felt, that her body could in no way contain.

At last, she opened her eyes, looking at the mirror again to see Rogue’s seed running whitely from her rhythmically clenching sex. Her womanhood clasped and throbbed with the dollops of cum running out of it, still hungrily milking Rogue’s jerking, spurting prick. Thick rivers of both their fluids ran over the luscious white columns of her inner thighs.

Kitty couldn’t watch anymore. She sagged down onto her heaving breasts, gasping out her blissful relief. Rogue’s cock wasn’t quaking with ejaculation anymore; it had finished spilling into her. Kitty sighed, her gratification that it was finished, that she’d survived, mingled with ecstatic satiation at how stuffed she was. Her shapely ass was still raised high into the air, showing off how she’d been impaled on all of Rogue’s lust for her.

Rogue knelt unmoving for an endless moment, until her drained cock finally shrank and she drew it free of Kitty’s tight little pussy.

Kitty refused to let in the thoughts that were trying to rush her mind. She only let herself think of the beautiful pleasure she had felt—she could be intoxicated on the memory of it even now. She felt Rogue’s movement on the bed beside; hoped against hope that Rogue would once more claim her. Yes, holy God, yes… Jean had been right about sex, even if all she knew about it was secondhand telepathic experience. She was still so damn right and now Kitty understood too.

Rogue fell down beside her, her big body shifting the whole mattress, slanting it slightly down to make Kitty feel like she was out in space, being sucked down into Rogue’s gravity. She rolled over, letting herself be soaked up in the warmth of lying against Rogue’s swollen frame, and could no longer fight her tiredness. Rogue had fucked all the energy out of her. And, hearing Rogue snore, Kitty smiled proudly. She’d taken all of Rogue’s energy too, until the mutant was as drained as she was.

***

By morning, it had worn off. Rogue was her usual self again, petite, smooth-skinned, and with nothing between her legs that Kitty didn’t have. She woke up suddenly very glad for Mystique’s training. Much as she got pissed off at her erstwhile mother, in the depraved state of last night, she could’ve killed Kitty if it weren’t for Mystique’s conditioning keeping her power off unless she wanted it on. The same way Mystique could spend hours or days as someone else without conscious thought, Rogue could now keep her power a gift instead of a curse.

Mystique had been talking about testing out her new training on some scenario she’d devised, giving her control a real work-out, and Rogue had been as wary as she ever was with the bluebird of unhappiness. This thing with Kitty probably didn’t count as the trial by fire Mystique had wanted. But Rogue would have to give a second thought to going through with Mystique’s test. Just because she’d had a lucky break here didn’t mean she wanted a second date where she drained Kitty dry. In fact, Rogue thought she’d put up with just about anything, so long as she avoided stopping while she was having as much fun as she’d been having.

Then Kitty woke up. She looked into Rogue’s blinking eyes and wondered what would happen. Would Rogue accuse her of taking advantage of her animalistic state? Should she accuse Rogue of taking advantage of her, period? The Southerner hadn’t made love to her, after all—she’d rutted her. What difference did it make if Kitty had enjoyed it?

It had all seemed so simple last night. She was Rogue’s bitch and happy to be that. Even now, Kitty couldn’t say she wouldn’t have another go at being mated by Rogue, if her roommate still had the necessary equipment. But without it, without that killer instinct that Kitty had surrendered to, what was left?

Suddenly, Rogue crossed her arms, scowling at Kitty. “Well? Up and at ‘em, Pryde! I spent all night with a dick… you’re still not ready to service my pussy?”

“Your… my…” Kitty quailed.

“You’re my slut, ‘member? Think it makes any difference that I don’t have no cock anymore? I’ll still fuck you so hard, that little necklace will be glowing red hot.” She flicked at the Star of David Kitty wore around her neck. “Get. To. Work.”

“Y-yes, ma’am… whatever you say!” Kitty enthused, scurrying down the bed to get to Rogue’s lower body.

She guessed that whatever Sabretooth’s powers might’ve contributed to last night, what had happened was still all Rogue. It made Kitty wonder what other powers Rogue could borrow before lights-out. She had liked the feel of Rogue with fur—if Kurt was willing, maybe Rogue could sport that and a tail too. Or she could use Jean’s telekinesis to touch Kitty all over, fucking her in ways that two measly hands just couldn’t manage. Or if the next time they fought the Brotherhood, she managed to absorb Toad’s tongue…

“Hey, I didn’t say anything about you bein’ allowed to touch yourself!” Rogue snapped. “Y’all better ask permission first!”

“Please, Rogue, Miss Rogue, sir… please may I touch myself?”

“You call that kissing my ass?” Rogue rolled over onto her belly. “You know I ain’t no intellectual. I’m a literal kind of girl. And you literally can’t be touching yourself unless your tongue is up my butt!”

Kitty supposed if she were going to draw a line in the sand with Rogue, it would’ve been at the analingus. She didn’t, though. Instead, she wondered how good Rogue would be at ordering her around if she touched Scott—and how cute she’d look in red sunglasses.