Rogue, Not Rouge (Marvel)

A/N: Rogue, Not Rouge is a commissioned one-shot that was originally written back in August of 2020. Posting it up here and now for people to enjoy!

Themes: Alien Sex, Rough Sex, Symbiotic Sex

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She'd come to the Cathedral to pray. That much was true. But at the end of the day, Anna Marie's intentions involved a cardinal sin… that of suicide. After the Cathedral, she had every intention of throwing herself off of a bridge and ending it all. One might wonder how things got this way for the beautiful young woman sat on a pew, praying for her eternal soul.

After all, at first glance, Anna Marie was a beauty. She was a young adult, on the cusp of stepping out into the greater world, out from under her parents' shadow… or she should have been, if her entire life hadn't been ruined by the emergence of her mutant ability. Mutants were not an unknown quantity these days. Anna Marie was well aware that there were monsters out there, monsters just like her… except, not even they were like her, in her mind.

Where many mutants gained powers that disfigured or transformed them in some way, Anna Marie's mutant ability had not manifested itself in a physical disfiguration. No, she was still the beautiful young woman she'd always been… but one single touch of her bare skin, and you'd be dead. Or at least nearly dead. That was what had caused Anna Marie to flee from her home, after her mutant ability had originally manifested itself.

She'd put her boyfriend in a coma, and though her parents hadn't outright said it, it had been obvious they were afraid of her, that they no longer wanted her under their roof. Incredibly obvious, in fact, when they'd just stood aside and let Cody's parents rip into her, screaming at her for being a freak, sending as much hate and vitriol her way that they possibly could before they'd exhausted themselves and left.

No one was going to defend Anna Marie… and why should they? She was a monster. Even if she didn't look it, she knew it. Letting out a shuddering breath, Anna Marie bows her head a little further, tears dripping down her face that she hastily wipes away with her gloved hands. It's been… so long since she felt the touch of another person. On the run for months now, the young woman hadn't been able to so much as hug someone in all this time.

Not that there hadn't been attempts to physically harm her, to use and abuse her. A pretty little thing like her, living on the streets, trying to hitchhike her way across the country? More than a few men had tried. All of them had come to regret it, and it was in the midst of that regret that Anna Marie had been able to escape, time and time again.

But what was the point? Was any of it really even worth it? No… no, she'd ultimately decided it wasn't. She was done running, done hiding, done… trying. It was time for a monster like her to go away and not hurt anyone anymore. She just… she had this hope that maybe if she prayed hard enough, maybe if she beseeched God himself in his own house, that he might take pity on her.

Suicide was a sin, a grave one at that to be sure… but wasn't her existence as a monster sinful in and of itself? By removing herself from the equation, was she not making the world a better place?

It's in the midst of all of this running through the young mutant runaway's head, as she sits there praying… that the bell tower begins to toll above. Blinking, Anna Marie looks up, her brow furrowing. It's not the right time for the bell to be rung? And more than that, the bell continues to ring, long past any sort of count for what the hour could be.

But then it stops, and Anna Marie goes to sit back down… only for her eyes to catch a flicker of shadow moving from the ceiling. That's all the warning she gets, before something detaches from the ceiling altogether and lands atop her. Letting out a scream, the young woman flails and thrusts out her gloved hands in an attempt to ward it off, but that just gives it more things to latch onto.

As Anna Marie tries to pull away, she finds that she can't. The strength of the living shadow is uncontrollable, and as she's dragged down to the floor of the empty Cathedral, for a heart-stopping moment, she wonders if this is a demon, come to drag her down to hell. Have her prayers been answered, but in the worst way? Has the Almighty himself allowed this creature to come for her in one of his places of worship, reneging on the unspoken promise of safety and sanctuary to deal with a mutant monster like her?

It certainly seems that way, as the creature dissolves her clothing, covering more and more of her body, holding her down to the floor. It also seems that she's going to be punished for managing to avoid all of the sexual abuse prior to this. Perhaps those encounters with all those men were meant to be her penance, and now she's to pay.

The living shadow creeps up her legs as Anna Marie whimpers and sobs, slowly losing the will to resist, succumbing to true, total despair. And then…

Well, aren't you just a bundle of issues?

Anna's eyes widen as the voice resonates through her head. Her mouth has already been covered by the creature, to silence her panicked screams, so she can only answer mentally.

G-God?

No. I'm the so-called 'demon' currently enjoying bonding with your sweet young body, honey.

If she could, Anna Marie would gape. As it is, her eyes widen further, and though she'd all but given up, the mutant runaway struggles anew at the confirmation, at knowing for a fact that-

Oh, would you listen for a second! I was trying sarcasm… learned it from my previous host. I'm not a demon! I'm an alien!

Wait… what? For a moment, Anna Marie stills, as she processes what the voice is saying. In the meantime, the black slime is not idle. Her clothes are completely gone… and it's pressing into her body from all directions, making her finally realize something… whatever this is, doesn't seem to be hurt by her mutant ability, not at all.

You… you're an alien?

That's right. And you, my dear, are going to be my new partner. But first, I think we both know what you need.

Anna Marie's eyes go wide again, this time not just from surprise as her back arches and a muffled moan emits from her covered mouth. The alien creature… it just played itself across her body, teasing every single erogenous zone she has at once. Her breasts, her nipples, her cunt, her clit. Anna Marie's eyes flutter from the pleasure, and she writhes as best she can in the creature's clutches.

There you are… you like that, don't you? Well, there's more where that came from~

The creature, or rather, self-described alien, croons at Anna Marie before continuing. He's… or rather, it's playing with her body, messing around with her. And it feels amazing, like she's getting a full tongue massage across her entire body, while at the same time having her nipples and clit pinched, and her pussy invaded by dexterous fingers.

Anna Marie and Cody had never gone beyond fingering, before that fateful day when her mutant gene had activated, and she'd put the boy in a coma. That was supposed to be the day that they gave each other their virginities, the day of their one year anniversary. He'd… he'd been inside of her when she'd started to drain him of his life force. Neither had understood what was happening at first, which was why they hadn't stopped until he'd flat out passed out on top of her.

And then she'd been screaming for him to wake up while holding his face in her bare naked palms… and hadn't had any idea she was making the situation worse. She really was-

Enough of that. Jeez, here I am trying to give you the world, and you're pining for an ex-boyfriend. Way to make a partner feel welcome, partner.

The alien cuts in, before she can really get her pity party underway. And it's… it's still playing with her body, still having its way with her. Anna Marie squirms, though not much given how she's pinned down, and moans into the thick black goo covering her mouth. The alien continues to piston its… digits? Whatever they are, it continues to piston them in and out of her cunt, and combined with all of the other stimulation, Anna Marie tips right over the edge, orgasming explosively right there on the floor of the Cathedral.

That's probably incredibly sacrilegious now that she thinks about it, but then, she'd been contemplating suicide after inadvertently harming her way across America. She probably can't sin much more than she already has.

That's the spirit! You want more? I can give you more… all you have to do is ask~

The voice is teasing, cajoling, and seductive all at once, despite it's alien qualities and the fact that it's in her head. Anna Marie is sure that she's experiencing a full body blush right now, for all that her body is buried under a massive pool of black alien goo. In the end, the entire experience is surreal… but she knows the alien is right… she does want more.

Y-Yes… please…

Oooh, so very polite. Nothing like the last one. He tore me off and tossed me away… but fine. I think we can both agree, I've found quite the upgrade.

Anna Marie can't help but feel surprisingly pleased with that. It's a strange warmth that spreads through her chest, one of happiness and affection at being… desired. Even as the alien is playing with her body, even as it brings her to another orgasm, and then another and another and another, Anna Marie finds herself liking the idea of… having a partner.

It's bonding with her, she ultimately realizes. Of course, by the time she realizes that, she only knows because it's practically finished. She's lost track of just how many times she's cum, lying there pinned down to the floor of the Cathedral. But eventually, she finds herself standing, finds herself rising from the ground.

She does not do so naked, however, nor is she alone as she stands up. Looking down at herself, lifting her arms, Anna Marie stares at the black claws hanging off of her fingertips, she stares at the black, form-fitting body suit that covers her from head to toe… yes, even her head, because she knows that her eyesight isn't supposed to be this good, and she can feel rows and rows of sharp teeth in her transformed mouth.

All the while, the alien symbiote continues to stimulate her body, continues to massage her from her scalp, all the way to the soles of her feet, and everywhere in between as well. And one can't even recognize it, can't even see the ripples from beneath the black suit. She can FEEL her new partner sucking at her nipples, but her sleek new chest doesn't so much as pucker at any point. She can feel the symbiote still burying itself in her cunt, and it's even starting to press at her asshole experimentally, mentally asking her for permission that she gives while blushing. And yet, the crotch of her new suit is completely smooth.

It feels good, all of it. Anna Marie is a little embarrassed, to be sure, but she doesn't fight it, nor does she ask her new partner to stop at any point. The constant pleasuring of her erogenous zones is… it's sort of what she needs, after all this time without any human contact. Which it seems the symbiote knows. It knows exactly what she needs, just like she in turn is learning from it as they go.

We're going to need a name, you and I. Together. You can't just be Anna Marie when you look like this, now can you? Though you don't always have to look like this…

Licking her lips as information floods her mind, as the knowledge that she can technically touch people by just having the symbiote act as the middleman fills her head, Anna Marie slowly nods.

"You're right, of course…"

And oh god, that sounds disturbing. Her voice is both feminine and deep at the same time?

Well? What are you thinking?

For a moment, Anna Marie considers… and then she nods, having come up with an answer.

"We are… Rouge."

There's a brief pause, and then…

Rouge? Because that's your favorite color? Eh, I dunno…

Well, if he doesn't like that.

"… Rogue then. Because there's no denying we've gone rogue at this point…"

Rogue. Roooguuue. Mm, I like it.

Smiling for the first time in a long time, feeling more powerful and secure and not-alone then she has in ages, the newly named Rogue tosses her head to the sky and lets out a happy yell, feeling the symbiote yell right alongside her.

"WE. ARE. ROGUE!"

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