Rogue had Kitty in her lap. She was impaling her, her overly strong and oversized blue fingers and their not so subtle claws holding her upright as Rogue sat on the edge of the bed and her dear katzchen played footsie with her tail. Kitty had told her that their sex was just like their flirting which was just like their friendship. Rogue supported her, revered her, respected her...while Kitty has become smitten with her, enamored with her, even despite Chicago and the racism (anti-Semitism and anti-mutant) and even the actual fights with the robots and military and ancient beings with powers beyond...found someone to be comfortable with.

Where she allowed Rogue's tail. Her tongue across her fangs, trusting even the points with her softest flesh, dragging her nails through her fur and her nose over the points of her ears. Where Rogue once felt more than monstrous or cursed - even infernal, Kitty replaced with something better than redemption: acceptance.

So even while Kitty worked herself up taking Rogue into herself, they shared a smile. It was an inside joke. They snuggled and played and comforted. Even while they indulged Rogue's actual girl friend's completely different view on the proceedings.

"That's right. Take her, Nightcrawler.", Amanda encouraged. Rogue's official was just as naked as Rogue's best friend. "She can't resist you. No one can resist you. You're too powerful." And just when Kitty let out a sound the four of them recognized as her getting exactly what she was after and curling into the blue furred body she wrapped herself around, Amanda took a finger of the now loose three digit hand into her mouth.

When Kitty started grunting into Rogue's shoulder, her pointed ears could hear Tabitha's self-indulgent flirtations. "Don't wear her out too much, Blue. Save some of that for me."

Kitty's clutching her allowed Rogue to see over the girl's shoulder. Amanda, who was shorter and smaller and had never stepped foot in a Danger Room let alone a battlefield between the super powered and certainly couldn't explode whatever she felt like with a wish and a gesture was grabbing Tabitha by a patch of her blonde hair. "Don't worry, Nightcrawler's strong enough to make you his bitch after fucking the life out of Shadowcat."

Tabitha smiled greedily, right past Amanda. "Don't write checks your boyfriend's dick can't cash.", she warned.

Kitty's convulsions were enjoyed, subsided, and then subdued enough for Rogue to let her curl up at the end of the bed. And while the lights were dimmed in the room with the four of them, it shouldn't have allowed Rogue's tail to go as unnoticed as it apparently did. Whatever Tabitha planned when Rogue's back was turned ended as her tail wrapped around the blonde's ankle and dragged her toward her next bit of fun. "Now, now - vhat have you been told about scheming?", Rogue husked out in her thicker than normal German accent.

"I was told that I might be punished.", Tabitha nearly sung. "And I've been a very bad girl."

The blonde's breath hitched as Rogue took her without preamble. Tabitha clenched at her fur as she became accustomed to Rogue's presence within her, let her fangs run rampant over her neck and breasts and shoulders and face. Once Tabitha was breathing normally again, she wrapped herself around the blue furred body and let herself be carried up the wall and then hanging from the ceiling.

Rogue pounded the buxom blonde who held onto her for dear life. "Didn't I say he would break you?", Amanda reminded.

"ugh! Break me. Break me, Blue.", Tabitha encouraged Rogue. Rogue did her best to go along with the ride. She shared in Tabitha's enthusiasm, her energy, her naughtiness. At least Tabitha had learned not to take it too far, as the spade of Rogue's tail experienced the girl's lips and tongue way more than her teeth - this time.

When the bamf to the floor turned Tabitha from exhausted to unconscious, Rogue's glowing yellow eyes turned on her actual and public girl friend. She was worked up now: fangs bared, fur standing on end, tail slapping back and forth. Amanda called to her. "That's right, Nightcrawler. You're too powerful for us. You've laid out trained superheroes with your might and all I can do is succumb to your power. All I can do is witness my own ravishment."

And ravished she was. Rogue had crossed that threshold in her mind. The one Sabretooth had crossed long ago, that X-23 and Logan always seemed pressed against though her with much less self-awareness than he, that Dr. McCoy pretended no one else could see. There was so much of Kurt and his charm and his caring and even his faith that Rogue nearly had to work herself into a state to go truly Nightcrawler. And it seems her girlfriend had found exactly how to do that to her.

That's exactly what Amanda wanted. Even as she enveloped Rogue, she seemed to try to futiley crawl away. "Your muscles, your agility, your blue...your blue everything! I can't do anything against it. You're taking me like no ordinary man could! You're /

Rogue awoke pounding against her bed. She looked around the darkened room, unable to see with the clarity her brother's immunity to his own self-shadow casting power. She breathed hard, as if she couldn't catch her breath but instead working up the strength to finish. Her best friend, Kitty, would know how to calm her down after dreaming about her girlfriend Amanda.

No. Amanda was Kurt's girlfriend. She was Rogue. Kitty was Kurt's best friend. She is Rogue. She's white in the regular way, not blue. She doesn't have a tail, no matter how much she may remember its twitching. These were Kurt's memories, from the party.

The girl shook her head and sunk to the floor. Just before she started pounding away at the mansion in the middle of the night, she remembered the lessons the Professor gave her. "I am Rogue. Kurt is Kurt." What was different about them. She grabbed her breast, "I'm a girl. He's a boy." She slapped herself and there was no fur to stop the sting. "I don't have fur. He does." "Amanda is his girl friend. My boyfriend is..."

Was Todd? Todd was X-23's boyfriend. She had memories of kissing him...but she can't kiss anyone. She had memories of X-23 trying to crawl inside his skin for his scent. She had a memory of X-23 after the same party, with Todd, and X-23 and him in the bedroom afterwards. She even had a memory of X-23 standing up to Logan over Todd. That makes much more sense. Lord knows she wouldn't do anything that crazy!

And speaking of crazy, she saw the way that Jean looked at Todd. And who's a better judge of character than the telepathic? Sure, Todd was funny in a self-effacing way that reminded Rogue of herself when she was getting accustomed to dressing Halloween in July to cover her potentially deadly skin. And he respected her in ways even the X-geeks had yet to. And he was cute in a hopeful puppy dog sort of way. And lord knows, she needed a man that couldn't dream of trying to own her. Even the thought of her being Todd's girl friend was comforting and exciting all at the same time. But as one of the older girls, with her goth style and feared power, she was one of the cool kids at Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters. And the cool kids did not date Todd. For some reason she just could not think of.

So reassured in her own self-clarified identity, Rogue climbed back into bed. At least the Professor was back and she could have another session of telepathic therapy from a licensed professional, with all the confidentiality that entailed. She didn't want to snitch on her brother and his, mmm, 'harem' and she certainly did not want to get her Brotherhood boyfriend...X-23's Brotherhood boyfriend in trouble. But she also didn't want to get two adimantinum claws to the face after finding her lipstick offered none of the protection to Todd's skin that his secretions did.

At least that fantasy was snipped in the bud.