X-Men Evolution Idea Inspired by Hentai Fanart

Cypher3au

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The basic idea involves the third season episode 'Self Possessed', where the many personalities Rogue has absorbed over two and a half season start going apeshit, with her randomly manifesting various powers, which only get worse when she absorbs Mystique AGAIN, and Multiple-Man, meaning she does fun things like turn into and rampage around as Sabretooth and the Juggernaut, out-storm Storm, yank the Blackbird out of the air with Magneto's powers, overpower Jean psychically, block Cyclops's optic blasts with telekinesis, teleport, and use Magneto's powers again to hold Wolverine up in the air by his bones for a four-Rogue firing squad to hit him with four simultaneous optic blasts, before being talked down and managing to dump all of the excess personalities.

Yeah, she's pretty overpowered in this episode.

Anyway, that episode, plus a number of hentai fanart of the series with Rogue...'amusing herself' with duplicates and clones and alternate-reality Rogues all inspired this snippet/idea...which would almost certainly have to be continued in the 'lemon' section.

You can watch the episode in question here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NpukSHuBbFw

This picks up just after Rogue smashes her way out of the concert and hides herself as Arcade...


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Hidden in the form of the geek Arcade, Rogue strolled past the patrolling police cruiser as casually as she was able before turning down an alley and out of sight. In the trash-filled shadows between the two building she melted back into her true form, stumbling against a wall as she fell to her knees, clutching at her head. "Oh...gawd, what's happening to me?"

Dozens of voices were calling out in her brain. Those voices that knew her and knew what she was capable of, like the X-Men and the Brotherhood, were urging her to seek out Mystique, Magneto or Xavier for help, while the ordinary people she'd accidently drained with her powers were confused, shouting or even screaming in fear. Xavier and Beast's cultured voices were trying to calm her, while Magneto's dark tones promised her control and power if she would only stand at his side.

Regardless of how helpful any of those personalities tried to be, the confusing rabble was only succeeding in giving the teenage mutant a splitting headache. "Rrgh...get...outta my HEAD!" A large hand settled on her shoulder, and the surprised girl looked up into the unusually sympathetic-looking face of Wolverine.

"Don't let 'em push you around, Rogue. Your head, your rules. Remember that."

Rogue blinked, confused. "What...Logan? When did you get here?" A savage voice roared in her head, and she gasped as Sabretooth himself seemed to dive out of her body, grabbing Wolverine by the throat and slamming him through a brick wall. The attack didn't phase the Canadian for long, and soon the pair of former Weapon X agents were tearing up the alley.

The slender hands of Kitty Pryde helped Rogue to her feet. "Those two are totally going to get us caught by the police at this rate."

Cyclops stepped out from behind Rogue in full X-Men uniform and raised a hand to his visor. "Don't worry, I'll put a stop to it."

A blue hand caught his wrist, twisted it behind his back, then drove the X-Men's field leader into the ground. Mystique sneered, grinding her knee into the yelping boy's back. "Firing a gigantic beam of glowing red concussive force to break up a fight when you don't want to draw attention to yourself? Great plan, Summers."

Snarling, Rogue pushed away Kitty's helping hands. "Mystique!"

The blue woman sighed, rolling her eyes. "No, not Mystique. You drained the real Mystique and Jamie just a couple of minutes ago, and you're using their powers to give all those battling voices in your head bodies of their own." She shook her head in mock disappointment. "Really, you should have figured that out on your own by now."

The Southern gal was so focussed on the fake-Mystique she barely even noticed when Jean stepped out of her and telekinetically pinned the two brawling savages to opposing walls. "If you're so smart, then what the hell is happening to me?"

Mystique tapped her chin thoughtfully, absently driving her knee harder into the copy-Scott's back. "Either your powers are maturing, which sometimes happens to stronger mutants, or they're reaching critical mass from all the people you've absorbed, meaning you're just about set to explode." She grinned cheerily. "My money is on 'a little from column A, and a little from column B'."

Rogue winced as her temples throbbed painfully. "So what am ah supposed to do about it?"

The shapeshifting redhead shrugged. "Honestly? I don't have a clue. Maybe you could get little-miss-tight-pants over there to clear out some of the clutter."

The duplicate Jean, dressed in her tight leather biker-babe outfit from her brief stint as one of the Bayville Sirens, glanced back over her shoulder. "I...think I can help with that, once we deal with these two and go somewhere private."

Hesitantly, Rogue reached out one hand and, after several tries, managed to wave the two feral mutants out of existance.

Mystique nodded approvingly. "Very nice. Now erase Scott, and I'll take you to a nice little office I...Mystique owns nearby."

The white-striped brunette blinked. "Wha...erase Scott? Why?"

The copy of the older mutant gestured at the groaning Cyclops. "He's hardly dressed for keeping a low profile, is he?" Reluctantly conceeding the point, Rogue waved Scott away, and Mystique stood up and brushed herself off, her skin paling from dark blue to a healthy tan as she strolled towards the mouth of the alley. "Alright then...follow me; the office is just a couple of blocks this way."

The pained X-Man, supported by her two cloned teammates, followed after her, Kitty speaking up suspiciously for the trio. "Kinda convenient for you...for Mystique to have a place, like, so close by, isn't it?"

The leather-clad redheaded shapeshifter absently shooed away a ginger tabby. "Not really; in her panic, Rogue fled for the closest safehouse she could think of, and after so recently absorbing so many memories from Mystique it's not surprising she'd know where some of her hideouts are. I imagine she also covered quite a bit of ground when she was disguised as Pietro."

Shadowcat grumbled quietly. "I guess that makes sense."

As the quartet made their way through the streets of Bayville, the ginger alleycat copy-Mystique had shooed away shifted form into the original Raven Darkholme and studied her duplicate curiously.


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Jean read the sign on the door, eyebrows arched in surprise behind her dark sunglasses. "Darkholme Investigators...strange, I never saw Mystique as the crime-solving type."

"There are many layers to that woman." 'Mystique' nodded sagely, before turning to Kitty. "Mind unlocking the door? I don't have the key."

The valley-girl stepped through the door, there was a clicking of locks, and the door swung open with a faint squeek. The brunette wrinkled her nose in distaste at the 'older' woman. "Doesn't do much cleaning in here, does she?"

Mystique rolled her eyes and pushed past her into the midly dusty office. "Open a window and take it up with Mystique next time you see her."

Assisted by Jean, Rogue followed after her and took a long look around the room as she stepped in; it looked like a fairly stereotypical private eye's office from the movies, with a hat rack by the door, a row of filing cabinets and bookshelves along one wall, a fold-out sofa along the other, and a large desk with a computer situated so that a person sitting at them would have their back to the shuttered windows. Two open doors along the same wall as the sofa led to a small kitchen and an equally-sized bathroom. And, as Kitty so helpfully mentioned, there was a fine layer of dust over everything. "...ah've seen worse."

The telekinetic redhead waved a hand, and the dust covering the furniture flowed into the air and poured out the just-opened window. She helped Rogue down onto the sofa, then carefully placed her hands on either side of Rogue's head, not quite making contact. "Okay, now just relax, and let me see what we're dealing with here."

As both Rogue and Jean went silent, Mystique stepped into the kitchen, dug a glass out of the cupboard, and poured herself a glass of water, stepping back out into the main room to find Kitty frowning and blushing furiously at the computer screen. The shapeshifter smirked. "Problems?"

"There's a lot a porn on this computer. Like, a LOT lot." The girl hesitated, then blurted out. "Most of it is just women."

The blue-skinned woman hid the widening of her smirk by taking a sip of water, before she turned to the other two girls of the group just as Jean sat back from Rogue with a sigh.

"The good news is it shouldn't be too difficult to get rid of all of those...hmm...I guess you could call them 'echoes'." Jean chewed her bottom lip worriedly. "The bad news is that it'll probably hurt like you wouldn't believe and leave you as weak as a baby."

Raven frowned. "Why do you have to get rid of all of them?" When the three girls turned to her she elaborated. "It seems to me that the problem is you've got too many people in there, and some of them just cannot get along; Logan and Victor, for example. If you disposed of all of the useless humans and, say, the Brotherhood, Sabretooth, Magneto, and the Juggernaut, all the little X-Men in your head will stop fighting to sit in a circle, hold hands and sing 'kumbaya'. Problem solved."

Jean nodded thoughtfully, ignoring the other redhead's sarcasm. "That could work, and if we could get the X-Men echoes to help, it would be a lot easier driving the rest from your mindscape."

The power-sapping mutant glanced between the two redheads. "Can we remove the X-Men echoes afterwards?"

Mystique cut in before Jean could respond. "Why on Earth would you want to do that? You're only going to end up draining their powers again sooner or later, and if you keep them you can practice manifesting them at will like you have been tonight. It could well be the first step in gaining total control over your powers."

The psychic sighed. "She's got a point, much as I hate to admit it. Though why she's suggesting a course of action that would erase her from your mind is beyond me."

The blue-skinned mutant clone waved airily. "Oh, you'll be keeping me around, of course. Besides the obvious thousand and one uses for shapeshifting, I'm just too useful to get rid of...and what's that old saying? Keep your friends close, but your enemies even closer?"

Rogue stared at the blue clone with distaste before turning back to Jean and grinding out; "We can get rid of her later if we want, right?"

"Of course."

The Southern Belle grimaced. "...fine, you can stay...for now. Let's do this before ah change my mind."

Mystique grinned triumphantly and turned back to the kitchen in search of a stronger drink.

Jean took a deep breath and leaned forward, her hands reaching up to Rogue's temples a heartbeat before lightning burned through the brunette's mind...


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Rogue groaned, eyes fluttering open in the brightly lit room.

"Oh good, you're awake." Mystique cheerfully noted from out of Rogue's line of sight. "How do you feel?"

The young mutant grunted and considered ignoring her, but eventually answered. "Headache...but ah'm feeling better. Brain's quiet."

"Wonderful news. Here, have a celebratory drink."

Blinking at the glass of amber liquid being offered to her, Rogue sat up on the apparently fold-out bed and stared at the blue mutant...then at the two younger mutants seated behind the desk. Kitty looked a little flushed and dishevelled, sitting in Jean's lap, while the redheaded telepath's hair was almost a wild mane and she sported a wicked smile. Two almost-empty glasses sat in front of them, next to a severely drained bottle. "...how much of that have you drunk?"

Jean hummed, idly gliding a finger around the rim of her glass. "Well...it was unopened when we started so...I guess that means most of it."

Kitty seemed to find that particularly funny, giggling as she raised her own glass to her lips and took another sip, shivering as the liqour slid down her throat.

Turning back to Mystique, Rogue hesitantly took the offered glass. "Okay, so why the hell did you get them so hammered?"

The Raven clone's smile widened. "Call it a pre-celebratory drink, in anticipation of you getting better." She thought it over a little more, then shrugged. "That, and they were so tense...it helped loosen them up. Something you could use a little of, to be honest."

Before Rogue could bite off a sarcastic comment about Mystique using the word 'honest' without keeling over dead, Jean snorted. "She needs to get LAID, is what she needs."

The Southern gal flushed angrily, her grip on the glass in her hand tightening dangerously as she glared at the telepath. "Yeah, well there's just one little problem with that idea, isn't there little-miss-perfect?"

Jean smiled knowingly. "Oh...maybe not as much as you think, if you kept an open mind." She squeezed Kitty with one arm and nibbled on her earlobe playfully before whispering loudly enough for all to hear. "Ssssic 'er, Kitty!"

The little brunette hopped up from the redhead's lap and bounced through the desk, taking just long enough to cross the room that Mystique was able to snatch the glass from Rogue's hand before Kitty tackled her fellow brunette back onto the bed and planted the hottest kiss of her young life squarely on the power-sapping mutant's lips.

The kiss dragged on for quite a while, mostly because Rogue was stunned into inaction for several reasons in succession...firstly that the younger girl was smooching the hell out of her...secondly because Kitty was somehow managing to do so without being drained into a coma...and finally because the lithe teenager was actually pretty damn good at it, in Rogue's admittedly limited experience. Eventually though, Rogue managed to clutch Shadowcat's shoulders and lift her up and away, leaving her panting for breath. "How..the hell...did you do that?!"

Jean strolled around the desk to the bed and affectionately petted the pouting Kitty's hair as she grinned down at the gothic teen. "She had a suprising amount of natural talent, but it also doesn't hurt that we practised quite a bit while you were out of it."

"...really?" Rogue shook her head. "Ah mean...how are you touching me without...y'know..."

"Oh, that? Simple; we're not actually Kitty, Jean, or Mystique, remember? We're physically identical copies of yourself, possessed by echoes of personalities you've absorbed, shapeshifted into forms that match said personalities." That said, Jean leaned down and planted a brief kiss of her own on the shocked Rogue's lips, to no ill-effect. "Your powers won't work on us for the same reason you aren't constantly knocking yourself out."

The poor girl looked suddenly torn, propping herself up on her elbows. "So...ah'm pretty much just making out with myself?"

'Mystique' nodded amiably, holding out the glass of scotch. "Yep."

"...screw it." Rogue grabbed the offered glass, downed it in one hit, coughed twice as she handed the empty glass back, then flopped back onto the bed, blindly reaching out with watering eyes for Jean before dragging the eagerly grinning redhead down on top of herself.

As various muffled groans began rising from the bed, Mystique plucked up the bottle and leaned back against the desk to admire the show, mentally smirking at the fact that Rogue either hadn't noticed or hadn't thought to ask about the little flecks of gold now visible in Kitty and Jean's eyes. Every shapeshifted clone of Rogue's had to have a little bit of Mystique in them, after all...and Mystique knew her 'buttons' better than anyone save Irene...


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Goddamn southern accidents...how do you write the bloody things!?
 

TerraBull

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#2
^_^

One way to solve things.

What about the Male members of the group?
 

Cypher3au

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#3
TerraBull said:
^_^

One way to solve things.

What about the Male members of the group?
When I wrote this I intended it as a femslash thing, but the thought of Rogue by the pool using clones of the various men of the X-Men (including body-waxed Wolverines) as cabana boys is an amusing one.

Edit: Over a hundred and thirty views, and only one reply? Eesh.
 

Prince Charon

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#5
Interesting concept. It should be continued... in the Lemon forum.
 

DrTempo

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#6
Well, where'd it go? There's no Cartoon Lemons section...
 

zeebee1

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#7
You're right. It does have an Other section though.
 

The Eromancer

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#8
Southern accents? you use commas, lots and lots of them.

"ya'll jus' don' get it."

see?

some words are slurred together to make a new one too, see Jeff Foxworthy for the funny ones.

And of course there are some words that are just entirely made up that have no basis for anything else but just about everyone down south will get. To be perfectly honest I forget which ones tha' would be but I'd know'em as soon as I hear'em.
 
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