Like a Root Canal

Just a note--this is the movieverse here, so Mystique and Rogue have no history.
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Bobby doesn't think I know, but I do. I probably knew before he did, really. Not like I've got any kinda psychic powers or anything like that, but anybody could have seen it from the way they looked at each other. It uto mto make me jealous, before Bobby and I started dating, to see them screwing around together, wrestling, while I had to sit and watch and let waves of envy wash over me and my stupid poison skin.

I had fantasies about both of them. I mean, what girl my age wouldn't? Bobby and John have got between them all the characteristics of a near-perfect guy. Bobby has the stability, the romance, the sweet, blond-haired, blue-eyed all-American boy sorta look, and John is...well, John is dangerous. Sexy. Like he'd hold you down and take you right there without a second thought, if he felt like it. And even if you didn't.

One time, I asked Bobby if he'd ever consider a threesome with John, and he laughed so hard that it had to have been a little forced.

"Fine," I'd said. "Just forget it."

"It's not that," he'd responded amid that jagged, nervous laughter.

But he never said what "it" was.

Anyway, last night I stayed in the same tent as Ms. Munroe and Dr. Grey. I wanted to be with Bobby but the "adults" wouldn't hear of that. After Dr. Grey and Ms. Munroe had fallen asleep and were snoring pretty fitfully, I got up and went outside. I sorta hoped that Bobby would be awake, but if he wasn't, I was just plaiokinoking forward to stargazing.

To my surprise, Mystique was crouching in the dark of the fire pit, scratching at matches or something, trying to start a fire. She stopped when I walked by, and in the moonlight I could see her watching me silently. And when I passed, those scratching sounds began again. It reminded me of when I was little and used to go on hikes with my dad. Once in a great while we would come across a deer or a rabbit in the woods. They'd freeze when we went by, waiting, watching, I guess, until they thought that we were no longer a potential threat. That's what this was like.

Except Mystique is more of a snake than a rabbit...and there's no way she feels threatened by me.

Bobby's tent was dark and so I was about to turn around and go back to Dr. Grey--like I could really enjoy the night sky with that blue witch scrabbling around in the fire pit--but then I saw a little flash, and suddenly the tent was glowing, just slightly.

I grinned, tiptoed over. At least John was awake. Maybe he'd want to hang out and talk. I was only a coupla feet from the tent when the light went out. It made me think of trick-or-treating, like when you approach a house all dressed up and the porch light snaps off just as you reach the front steps. Rude.

I didn't have time to all all worked up about my feelings, though. Somebody was talking. Soft voices that I remember sounding very emotional. I took one step forward and then I heard it.

"Suck my cock, Bobby."

John had never said anything like that before, but I guess I was thinking may maybe it was the sort of insult he might throw into his conversation when girls like me weren't around. You know, like "kiss my ass".

Right?

But then Bobby moaned.

And consented.

There was a great deal of shuffling around inside the tent and I could hear more soft talking. I'd sat down at this point, I think, just out of shock. I don't know. I was afraid to walk away, afraid to stay where I was. Ten yards over, Mystique had started a small bonfire and was crouched in front of it. The flames made her skin look almost electric.

I was staring in her direction when it started. John was groaning, Bobby was talking. More quiet, secretive whispers. I wondered desperately what was going on.

Then--flick--and a little ball of fire appeared and I could see their silhouettes clearly. Bobby, my boyfriend, sucking hungrily at his best friend's cock with more enthusiasm than I could have ever imagined.

I threw a glance in Mystique's direction. She'd looked up and definitely appeared to be staring at me. Or Bobby, really. Bobby and John. It was too dark and she was too far for me to really be able to tell what she thought, though, if anything at all. I wondered if she was as turned on as I was.

Okay, so I was sort of turned on. Beats being mad or jealous, though, doesn't it? I watched them for a while, too, sucking and finally fucking--John ramming into Bobby with his typical bravado while Bobby whimpered. I was thinking about what it might feel like to have something like that--well, there--and how big John actually was, and then I heard it. Almost imperceptible rustlings behind me.

I turned.

"Mystique!"

"Shut up," she said. Her yellow eyes glittered menacingly in the light of John's fire.

"I'll scream," I threatened.

"Maybe you will." Slippery, reptilian grin, like she knew something I didn't.

She sauntered around me, sat down feather light on the ground, and reached for my face with those long, blue fingers.

"Touch me and you die, Mystique," I whispered, and my voice was trembling. She continued to reach for me until within centimetres of my cheek, and then her hand dropped into her lap.

"I'm aware of that," she said. "Pity."

She glanced at the tent again, and for several seconds we watched Bobby and John.

"They don't know you can see them?"

I shook my head. "Nope."

"Boyfriend?"

"Yeah," I said. "The blond guy."

"And after this?"

I shrugged. "Probably."

"Oh," she muttered, a small smile forming on her lips. "You don't mind."

It was the smile that got me, and I know it shouldn't have. Mystique is a bitch, plain and simple, but I was so horny and she looked like sex incarnate for a second or two there. She caught me staring at her, too, studying the shape of her mouth and the tilt of her long eyelashes, and raised an eyebrow.

"See something you like?"

I stood up immediately. "I'm going to sleep. Good night."

"What a shame," I heard her say as I retreated. "We could have had fun."

I turned back. "Even if I could 'have fun', I wouldn't do it with you."

"Don't you touch yourself, Marie?"

"My name is Rogue."

She shrugged indifferently, and waited for an answer. Finally, I walked back to her. "What other option do I have?" I spat.

Mystique purred, arched her back. "You were going to do it right here, outside the tent, before I came up behind you."

I started to protest, but she raised one finger to my lips and silenced me. "...whether or not you knew it then." She smiled again, placed her hands on my shoulders, tousled my hair. I'd forgotten how tall she was.

Her eyes were hypnotic.

"Watching your little boyfriend take it in the ass from another man is just too good a sight for you to ignore," she continued, and I stared up at her wordlessly. "Look...he's back at it. Seems like he prefers submission to the alternative, don't you think?"

"I--I don't know."

"Don't go to sleep yet. Think of the show you'd be missing." She gestured at the boys' tent, where Bobby lay on his back, legs in the air, as John thrust hard into his body. I moaned.

"And now," she hissed, "You don't have to enjoy it alone." She sank to the ground...I followed suit. It was weird. Suddenly I didn't know what I was doing.

Mystique spread her pretty cobalt blue thighs, watching me for a reaction, waiting to see the look on my face as my eyes were drawn to their center.

She wasn't blue down there. With her legs parted, I could see the soft, deep indigo color leading to the warm pink of her inner labia.

It was a nice contrast.

She smiled smugly for a few moments, then leaned forward. "Your turn."

"No. No thank you."

She shrugged. "I can smell you."

"Like Logan?"

She laughed, low and soft and deep in her throat. "No, not like Logan. Like a woman who knows the scent of another woman's body."

"Wh--what's it like?"

Her eyes shut, she tipped her head back and her nostrils flared delicately. "Yours? Delicious. Virginal."

"That would be me, I guess." I was asking for it, really, with a question like that.

"You haven't been with anybody, not even Bobby."

"Nope."

She nodded, looked at me curiously. "How old are you?"

"Seventeen."

"If I had a dildo with me, I'd use it on you right now."

I gulped. "Oh. Oh...my."

"Would you like that?"

My mouth was open and the words were out before I had a chance to think, to stop myself. "Oh god, yes."

She smiled. "Maybe another time, then. I have a feeling we'll be seeing a lot of each other." Then she turned back to Bobby and John, watching with wide eyes and pursed lips. "That is so hot."

I giggled. "Yeah, I know." Then, "Have you ever done it that way?"

Why did I say that ?

"Mmhm."

"What's it like?"

She grinned, and her teeth looked very white. "Good, but not as good as many other options." Beat. Her eyes traced slowly down my belly to rest on the crotch of my jeans with a certain fondness.

We heard Magneto then, calling for Mystique from the darkness of their tent. "Raven?"

Without a moment of hesitation she was on her feet and sauntering towards him.

"Another time, Rogue."

And with that, she disappeared into the darkness.