"So many wonderful potential targets to choose from," Mystique murmured, tapping her foot on the ground while her finger tapped her chin. "It would be more productive to split up and take one each, then encourage that one to take another, and so on and so forth, to maximize our profit." She moved her finger, putting it under Rogue's chin (Currently enraptured with the new equipment in the groin area) and making eye contact. "Any preferences?"
Rogue considered it for a moment, before nodding. "I wanna see Kitty Pryde on her knees before me, but taking a telepath first to send any all clear signals would be best- I'll go after Psylocke."
Mystique's eyes shone in pride at her daughter's tactical thinking. "Absolutely right. In the meantime, I'll focus on the ones more likely to cause trouble- I'll infect Storm first, then move in on Emma Frost- I'll need to distract her and Storm will make good bait. From there, taking those Stepford quintuplets shouldn't be difficult."
Mystique removed the webbing from the door, shapeshifting into Logan, who was currently with the Avengers in their tower in New York. Rogue in the meantime had her symbiote form her traditional green jumpsuit, and while she fixed up her hair, Mystique checked for the all clear before nodding at Rogue.
"Good luck daughter- don't let your pride, pun not intended, be the downfall of you- if your victims are with people, wait it out. We have a while before the X-Men will be back to fighting shape after the ruckus Venom caused."
With that, Mystique made for Storm's room while Rogue moved in the opposite direction, towards Psylocke's quarters, which weren't far down from Rogue's room. Even though she had been one of the first superheros to respond to Venom's attack, only leaving the fight when she was tossed into a building, Psylocke looked as if she had just been to a spa- Rogue figured the telepath was making Rogue think that way.
"Can I help you Rogue?" Psylocke asked at the door.
"Yeah, I was about to take a shower, but my hairdryer's broken. Mind if I come in and borrow yours?" Psylocke silently moved aside, granting permission. Rogue held back a smirk as she made her way over to Betsy's bedside table, being sure to close the door on her way in. She made for the mirror, but immediately tossed her hands out, webbing spewing from them and punting Psylocke into the now-locked door. The symbiote retracted from Rogue's hand and she caressed Psylocke, draining enough of her powers to prevent a cry for help. Rogue met Psylocke's eyes, wide with fear, and smiled.
"Don't worry- I struggled too, and now I'm a vision of beauty." Part of the webbing around Psylocke became sentient, ripping away her clothes and exposing her to Rogue, all the while stimulating her. Rogue licked her lips eagerly, her symbiotic jaw coming up at the same time as her new toy, before planting both of her hands on Psylocke's shoulders and thrusting in with all her might. Had it not been for the gag, Psylocke would have keened with the pleasure, not noticing that the symbiote was peeling off of Rogue's hands and arms and making its way across her body, forming a new disciple to the Church of Mystique. Rogue was still pent up from her fucking at the hands of Mystique, so it didn't take much for her to plant her face in the crook of Psylocke's shoulder and growl out her orgasm, marking the moment where Psylocke's entire body became covered in her symbiote.
Rogue stood up on shaky knees, cutting Psylocke free and sitting back on the bed nearby, while Psylocke's symbiote mask retracted and she kneeled at the feet of the bed, eyes full of devotion to Rogue. Rogue chuckled slightly, reforming jumpsuit and standing up.
"Come on pet, let's go give our good friend kitty a similar gratification."
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