With sirens blaring and crowds of people crying out for help, the Brotherhood of Mutants had decided to make a ‘statement’ in Central Park… One that involved a great deal of property damage. Avalanche and Blob were busy tearing up the walkways and street lamps while Pyro set trees on fire, laughing it up when they scared off groups of people who scattered and panicked.
“That’s right homo-inferiors, this park belongs to the mutants.” Declared Mystique with her fist raised high, watching on in cruel mirth at the throngs of panicking people. With the place up in flames and her heavy hitters tearing the famous park to ruins, this would be more than enough publicity for their cause.
“That’s right losers, this is our pad now.” Chuckled Toad, eyeing a fly buzzing around his greasy hair before he snapped at it with his tongue.
“Quiet Toad.” Sneered the blue skinned woman. “Why don’t you make yourself useful and scare off a few children… You’re good at that.”
“WE HAVE A BETTER IDEA!”
Looking up the Brotherhood found the shadow of the Blackbird jet hover over them, its canopy door open where Cyclops jumped off and blasted Blob’s stomach, making it warble like a Jell-O mold and forcing him to drop the lamp post he uprooted from the sidewalk. “How about you leave the exterior decorating to the professionals.” Landing behind their leader; Storm, Beast, Wolverine and Rogue stood ready to fight.
“ATTACK MY BROTHERHOOD!”
“TAKE’EM DOWN X-MEN!”
Colliding into a full on brawl the two groups of mutants fought in the center of the park. Storm had conjured a rain storm to put out the fires, making Pyro furious as he aimed his flamethrowers at the floating weather goddess. “Bitch! You put out my fires, you’ll burn for that!” A sudden splurt from the fire nozzles let the man know his fire had gone out in more ways than one. Raising his hands up in surrender he gave sheepish smile. “Uhm… Truce?” A small lightning bolt between the legs was his answer.
Beast was making short work of Avalanche, even though the ground shook beneath his feet, a quick hurl of a piece of debris towards the man’s ankle was enough to distract his concentration, sending Avalanche spinning and cradling his bruised leg. “Dammit, why you little blue bastard, when I get my hands on…” turning around he wasn’t prepared for the right hook that knocked him out.
“Hey Hank, got a minute?”
Looking up, Beast found Wolverine diving and ducking the bloated mutant Blob from trying to crush him with the ruins of a car like some gigantic fly swatter. “Heh, gonna squish you GOOD.” Getting out of the way in the nick of time Logan rolled to stand shoulder to shoulder with the blue furred scientist. “Looks like quiet the pickle my friend, perhaps he needs a fastball special?” Nodding back, Logan curled himself into a ball while Beast easily lifted him and tossed Wolverine straight at Blob’s face. Looking up at the absurd act, Blob found an angry clawed wolverine heading straight for his face like a cannonball. The impact sent the morbidly obese strong man rolling backwards and falling onto his back with the same weight as a crashing tree, where a pair of claws pointed between his eyes. “Hey bub, wanna guess if your eyeballs are squishy too?” seeing the razor sharp points aiming for his peepers, the Blob fainted… Right before passing wind.
“Aww JEEZ… Gonna smell that for days!”
With most of the brotherhood out of the way, Cyclops and Rogue detained Mystique on the ground, the shapeshifter having no means to struggle against Rogue’s superhuman strength. “Get off of me! This isn’t over.”
“Sure it ain’t sugah, hey where’s that useless Toad of yours?” Feeling something land on her back Rogue was unprepared for the pair of hands that clasped around her eyes. “Peeka-boo, I got you!” The instant he touched her bare skin, he regretted it. Feeling a wave of dizziness, he jumped off her back, looking up to find that Rogue released Mystique but her skin had taken on a sick shade of green… His.
“TOAD!!!” Glaring back at the squad frog man, Rogue wrung her gloved hands and stared daggers at him. “Eep!” Turning, he made a break for it, running and hopping away in the hopes of escaping into the trees. “YA’LL NOT GETTING AWAY FROM ME YOU VARMENT!” Flying off into the air to pursue him Cyclops tried to call her back but found himself pre-occupied with a now free Mystique taking on the form of a bear.
Jumping from tree branch to tree branch Toad panted, trying to escape the angry southern belle making a bee-line for him. Even as far as he was he couldn’t escape her and found himself grabbed from behind and tackled to the ground. With his arms pinned to the ground, Toad was forced to look up at the angry woman pursing her lips in frustration, her green, glossy complexion showing she had taken on his powers… And she HATED it.
“H-hey, no bad feelings right Rogue? That’s a good look for you.”
Too angry to retort and getting madder by the second, Rogue did something that surprised them both. Opening her mouth wide, wider than she ever thought possible she bit down on toad’s head and began to pull him down her throat. Ignoring his struggles and muffled please she gripped his shoulders and gulped him down more and more. When his feet finally slipped past her lips she rolled onto her back, rubbing her now distended stomach and groaning from being so full. “Ribbut…”