Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters, a long-standing traditional establishment for the various X-Men teams and their goals, appeared to be going through another ordinary day. Students bustled around from their dormitories toward their classes, and the
adults went about their own duties.
One such adult was Ororo Monroe, Storm, having just arrived from Wakanda to hash out the details of her teaching semester. She walked down the hall toward Professor Xavier's office when she felt a sharp, yet weak, swat to her ass and spun with a yelp to find...
no one. Nobody at all. But before she could resume her journey, she felt her arms pulled and latched by a pair of handcuffs behind her back.
"You're mine now!"
"Kitty?" Ororo incredulously said.
"It's Katherine!" she protested. She phased from the wall in front of Storm, smacking a riding crop in her open palm. "And when I'm done with you, you'll remember my"
THUMP.
A very, very strong gust of wind smacked Kitty's head into the wall, leading the now unconscious woman to slump to the floor.
***
"How did this happen?"
"I do not know. She approached me this way," Storm answered. She was among the small collection of people surrounding Kitty, more than a little perturbed by the current state she was in: wearing a tight corset with assless chaps, her thighs wet with what none
of them wanted to admit.
"There's only one way for us to find out," Cyclops said. "Emma, if you will."
The peroxide blonde telepath put her fingers on Kitty's temples and dug deeper, and deeper, until she hit something she did not expect. The sheer force knocked Emma Frost, and the rest of the gathered mutants, against the walls of the room.
The bright light that came with it faded, leaving behind a familiar woman with red hair. Cyclops could never get the color, but he would recognize that face anywhere. "Jean?"
Jean Grey stood in front of them, nude with the symbol of the phoenix tattooed in orange on her chest. It took her a few seconds, after getting her bearings, to realize her state, cover herself with her arms and blush.
"Can someone get me some clothes, please?" Jean asked.
***
Shadowcat was Fibr's tool for humiliation... tool being the operative word. Soon, she would awaken in her right mind, shamed by the memory of her own sick thoughts and behaviors, having served her purpose as a go-between to bring about the needed situation.
He watched Jean Grey regain her senses, unaware of how different she came back. Jean would be a carrier and a victim herself, unwittingly changing herself and the world around her with the powers of the Phoenix Force combined with the perversions that once
belonged to Kitty Pryde. Or at least, that's what the world would come to think once the situation was analyzed.
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