Thread: A New Evolution {darkest_fate&Rand}

Kitty gagged upon the finger. It stretched and malformed her pretty little mouth, smearing her own juices about her still wiggling tongue. And Kitty gagged. She could feel her spit leaking about the edges of her mouth, forming long sticky strands that swayed when she did. She could feel a little bit of it come out her nose, nearly dribbling down. But mostly, Kitty could taste the sharp taste of her own arousal, that own taste quickly becoming mixed with the strangely metallic taste of Apocalypse himself. So Kitty didn't pay attention to the words as they were being said. She was too busy trying not to entirely empty the contents of her mostly empty stomach. The words were for Rogue, and the feisty Goth continued to glare fiercely at the mutant dictator. Enjoy it? ya sick freak! she snapped, surging again against the tendrils that held. She continued to struggle as Apocalypse spoke, as though she could physically overcome the barrage of words. Truthful words, for the most part. Healthy, beautiful, vibrant he forgot nearly always horny and desperate for touch. Every day Rogue heard or saw or smelled hints that her fellow mutants went at it like animals. She knew that Scott and Jean slept together, that Kitty sneaked out to slide into Lance's bed, even that the adults sometimes went off for liaisons. Yet Rogue was always left behind, left twisted and worked up, much like she was now. Jealous? Maybe a little, and maybe that little was what made Rogue fight all the harder against the tendrils. In fact, the young mutant pulled so hard that one of the tendrils actually started to lose its grip. Perhaps if Apocalypse hadn't acted, the young mutant would even have broken free. But he did. He wanted to entertain her. Rogue yelped as she felt the tendril snaking up her pajama pant. She looked down, horror momentarily overriding her anger at the sight. The still writhing tendril bulged slightly against the cloth of her sleeping pants, slithering upward like some snake. Rogue could feel it touching her shins, her thighs, drifting closer. Ah hell no, she mumbled, jerking and trying to roll her hips away. Yet the tendril pressed against her. It would press against a pair of well-worn cotton boy shorts black with a dark green skull and crossbones over the rear. Now that fabric pressed against Rogue's oft-ignored sex, wiggling and moving. The Southern drew in a sharp breath through clenched teeth, stiffening at the sensation. Ya sick, twisted freak! she yelled, the anger twisting her beautiful face as she looked to him. The mutant glared at him in quiet anger, her body seething. Worse, she could feel the pleasure coming from her loins. Unwanted or not, the tendril knew what it did. But all it did now was provide a constant distraction for Rogue, a revving of her sexual engine without actually turning anything all the way on. Kitty hadn't paid attention to this, so when the fingers parted and she gulped in surprise, she was treated to a sight she'd thought she'd never see. Rogue was openly squirming, pressing her legs together and dancing like she needed to use the restroom. Kitty openly stared for a few seconds, still sucking in her own breath and trying to work at the drool that gathered about her pretty pink lips. Yet Apocalypse spoke, and both girls looked. Then he postured. Two pairs of teenage eyes watched with horror, fascination, and something akin to excitement as their mutant captor worked at his coverings. The metallic clasps made both girls wince, and they watched the tendrils working. Oh, ew, you're not gonna... said Kitty, her voice still shaky from her recent finger-sucking. She winced as the armor fell, revealing... Holy cow! That's--OMG! Kitty's mouth worked several times, words failing her. The wide blue eyes looked to Rogue, who was equally stunned. Both girls had heard about guys before, and they'd sneaked peeks at their fellows. Hell, Kitty wasn't even a virgin. She had experience first hand. And that experience involved an admittedly impressive young man complete with nearly eight inches of almost always hard cock. This though, it was easily half again the length and twice as thick. There's no way that's gonna fit, said Kitty, her eyes still fixed on the cock. It's--- it's huge ! What Kitty didn't add was that she was not. The petite girl had always been, would always be, on the small side. Fully standing and stretching nearly on her toes, Kitty still barely topped over five feet. Her body would always have that gymnast's build, would always be waif-thin. Her torso barely seemed to be two feet total this cock was about half as long as her body. You'll--you can't---you can't be serious, she stammered, looking from the hard member to the man who held it. That's gonna wreck me! Those words brought that reality to a sudden clarity for both girls. It wasn't just that Apocalypse had an impressively large cock he intended to shove that thing within their nubile bodies. There was little doubt that he would utterly decimate their tight little pussies and likely their pert asses too. Vivid imaginations painted pictures of gaping sexes, each battered and leaking from the fierce pounding this monstrous mutant planned on delivering. Suddenly the tendrils seemed a wanted alternative. Those very tendrils shifted, and Kitty yelped as she felt herself shifting position. The girl nearly rolled, her ponytail of brown flopping about her face. Soon she hovered in the air, bent over, her rear jutting into the air. The smooth curve of her body lead to a face that grew increasingly pink with each passing second. Kitty could even feel her belly adornment dangling beneath, the little star trembling. No sooner had she shifted than Kitty found herself face to face with her latest nightmare. The thick scent of him wafted around her, overwhelming her senses. In fact, everything had become laser focused on the gaping thing, hovering just bits from the cute, pixie face. Are you nuts? demanded Kitty, shifting to look up with him, her face twisted with incredulity and anger. I'm not going to suck your big, ugly--- thing ! You put that anywhere near my mouth and I'm gonna bite it off! Rogue wanted to congratulate her friend for the fiery resistance, but the noise turned into something of a moan as the tendril caressed something of a sweet spot. The Gothic mutant could already feel her moisture seeping into her panties, making them contour even tighter to her fine form.