A Rogue's Turning

This here is my second text in my "Tales of Masturbation" Series. This one has always been a fun one to paw off to in my head and although I altered it a lil, I still rather enjoyed it.

This one takes place in the Marvel Universe and revolves around Rogue. The theme is corruption and does involve a little futa action near the end.

Happy pawing people.

A Rogue's turning

Story by: Feral http://www.furaffinity.net/user/feraldeath/

A blur of green shot through the sky moving from target to target. Things, horrible things had descended on the city and they were everywhere. These grotesque monstrosities abducted and raped anything or anyone they could wrap their slimy tentacles around. Luckily for Rogue, they were no match for her strength. With speed and power she threw a single punch that ripped through their chest and sent them crashing down to their demise. Their bodies fell like rocks as Rogue delivered her swift justice and flew to the next.

Purple goo and grit dripped from her drenched fists and uniform. The green and yellow spandex shed their remnants easily at the speed she flew. It took only a second to reach the next creature then one more to dispatch it. She paused in the sky and took a breather and surveyed the scene below.

She could see her comrades fighting on the ground against the flightless variety. Some of them had already fallen; Storm, Jean, they even got her mother Mystique. Mystique got it the worst though. Her changing powers took on a whole new level now that these Makai corrupted her. She didn't even slightly resemble a human woman anymore. Just like the beasts that raped her, she now only knew how to rape and reproduce. Her body proportions and additions astounded even Charles. His attempt to fix her mind had left him in a coma. Scott was in charge now. Even from this height she could see his optic blast occasionally tearing through the creatures and leaving a line of fire in its wake. She knew Logan was down there with him, so at least together they were safe.

Scanning ahead, Rogue could see what she assumed to be their leader. The "father" stood at least 50 feet tall and was decimating the military forces with the slightest of effort. Its large tendrils swung back and forth and took another helicopter out of the fight. It seemed to laugh at their attempts as it continued to bring down their feeble resistance.

She tapped her headside communicator. "Scott, I'm going in. Taking down these little waves is not going to win us this fight. Send back up," she said in her sweet southern accent. Releasing the comms she only heard static. "I hope they heard me."

Ignoring several of the demons around that were drawing near, Rogue flew straight toward the large creature. Suddenly one of the flying monsters latched a tendril around her wrist and pulled her backwards. The demon clawed and grabbed at her outfit tearing the clothing off her left breast. Her white skinne