Thread: A New Evolution {darkest_fate&Rand}

The time felt off, without anything to let the girls know how long it had been. Long enough that even Rogue could not resist sleep long enough for Kitty to recover, nearly completely. The smaller teen had worked to put distance between herself and Rogue. There had been some protesting words, nothings that amounted to little beyond a general discomfort that abides and would not subside, no matter how long the two stayed. They ate they rested, and eventually they tried an awkward discussion of what happened. It amounted to Kitty trying to explain that Apocalypse felt impossibly huge, that her body still ached, that she wasn't sure she could ever go back to being... normal, while Rogue protested and tried to insist otherwise. They'd lapsed into an uneasy silence as Kitty snapped something about Rogue being a horny virgin. Then the doors slid and Apocalypse entered again. Both girls leapt to their feet, taking positions remarkably similar to the ones they so often practiced for combat. In those few moments, they looked every bit the heroines they actually were. Tight young bodies had hardened, steely expressions locked eyes, and they looked willing and able to fight back, if need be. Time and food had, after all, strengthened them, and if anything, they had more reason than ever to resist. Yet as the massive mutant stepped fully, Kitty found herself faltering for some reason. Her eyes drifted to his loins, her mind remembering details that she could never forget. The pulsing ache in her sex throbbed in memory and Kitty felt strangely... empty. They're gonna win! snapped Rogue. She didn't have nearly the distraction of Kitty. If anything, her sensations had built a further fire within, a bit of a secret jealousy that her little friend had been selected over her. All that had to be shoved aside, while those steely eyes kept glaring. Ya ain't gonna-- But Apocalypse continued as though Rogue hadn't spoken. Likely he didn't care, didn't believe that she mattered to any degree. But his dismissal galled Rogue further, even as it struck Kitty. The younger teen reeled back as though he'd smacked her, feeling that ache throb again. Her mind slid from her for a few seconds, the hours of repair momentarily lost in sensations. Then a bulge, a very visible reminder of things. Ya ancient, pervert! growled Rogue, taking a step forward. He turned to her, his attention. Take her turn? Rogue stopped, her eyes falling to the bulge as if she needed more. Eager before. Ya ain't gonna have either of us, ya freak o' nature! she growled, the hairs in the back of her neck rising. Jus' give it up already! What do ya think ya gonna accomplish!? Y-yeah! Kitty found her voice, though it strained. She tried to adopt her friend's stance, but it looked weak the kitten mimicking the tiger. This one had gone a round with the tamer already her body remembered what he could do. D-d-don't think we're just gonna let you do what you want! Which meant a fight, or at least a struggle. Even Kitty believed and knew she would do that much. He might have had her before her body might still remember it, but she would not give, not while she still could fight. Even if her mind kept slipping, her body kept feeling... off. She could only hope that nobody noticed.