Meeting the X-Men

As Rogue’s naked feet hit the patio, drops of water falling from her voluptuous body to mix with the drizzle of rain hitting the smooth, cold tiles below, she heard a sudden “boff!” behind her.

Startled, Rogue span round and found that Kurt “Nightcrawler” Wagner had cropped up on the pool’s springboard.

A mutant of German origin, as indicated by his emphatic “Scheisse!” at seeing Rogue, Nightcrawler was a black-haired and blue-skinned man with yellow eyes and a pointed tail, which was currently sticking up the back of his worn denims, and the ability to teleport.
Perhaps the X-Man with the most zealous apathy held towards the Brotherhood, something which might have been due to the hints that he was related by blood to Mystique, Nightcrawler’s eyes narrowed and his face shifted into an angered grimace as he glared at Rogue.

Suddenly, Piotr “Colossus” Rasputin stormed out from the mansion, the Russian powerhouse charging down the concrete-steps that led down to the patio.
In his normal state, Colossus was already a huge fellow standing several inches over the six feet mark, with a muscular build and black hair, but he had risen to become even more imposing now as he had activated his ability to transform into a metal shape which sent him towering well over seven feet in length, the transformation having shredded his grey t-shirt and ripped up most of his blue sweatpants.

The two X-Men had been in the TV-room, light-heartedly arguing over which movie to see when Rogue arrived, and were now the first to arrive at the pool.

Both of them being aware of Rogue’s odd powers, Colossus and Nightcrawler choose not to attack her straight away, and instead Nightcrawler remained on the springboard, the balls of his cloven-like feet held high as he sat poised to attack while Colossus stopped to rip up a segment of the iron-fence which enclosed the flower-patch, and began using his strong hands to shape the iron bars into a makeshift club as he strode down the steps.

Now, one of the windows on the top-floor was ripped open by a gust of wind, and out of it came Storm, carried up by the wind.
Having tossed on a small black robe to cover her sweaty body, Storm was carrying Wolverine in her arms, the short male mutant having donned his uniform trousers, which were tight enough for his erect cock to be fully outlined.

Storm dropped Wolverine onto the patio, and Rogue found herself facing him and Colossus, with Nightcrawler behind her and Storm floating in the sky above, when even more X-Men arrived in the form of Psylocke, one of the team’s telepaths and whose interesting background rendered her a half-alien, half-mutant Englishwoman in a subtly Asian body, with training as a ninja as boost to her melee abilities.

Having been working-out in the residential gym when she picked up Xavier’s alarm, the purple-haired telepath was dressed in her standard dark-blue latex leotard and fingerless gloves that reached up past her elbows, the heels of her knee-high boots tapping against the tiles on the roof of the east-wing of the mansion as she nimbly raced over it to leap down onto the ground, where she landed on her feet and came up into a fighting stance with her telekinetic powers manifested as dual “psychic knifes”; shimmering blades of pink energy which appeared from her clenched fists.
Rogue was greatly outnumbered by the present X-Men, who all seemed both confused by her bare-assed appearance and angered at her presence, all of them considering her to be one of the enemy.

Sizing Rogue up with her gaze, Psylocke immediately began probing the young woman’s mind, aiming to temporarily paralyze her and thus make her harmless, but ended her efforts when Xavier’s telepathic voice ordered her and her team-mates to stand down.

Rolling out from the mansion in his wheelchair, flanked by Scott “Cyclops” Summers, captain of the X-Men and capable of releasing red bolts of energy from his eyes and Jean “Phoenix” Grey, another high-powered telepath/telekinetic and Cyclops’ red-haired girlfriend, Charles Xavier entered the patio.

Without opening his mouth to speak to her, Xavier informed Rogue that he knew full-well why she had come to the mansion, and invited her to follow him inside.
And so, with the gathered X-Men scrutinizing her every move, Rogue followed the bald professor into the mansion, glad to get her naked body out of the rain but nervous about what lay ahead.