A Lift Home

"Are you sure, you're going to be okay, Sug?" asked the red-headed vixen dressed in green stripes cuddling him in his arms. She was a bit surprised he woke up about four-fifths way to the hospital and just asked to be dropped off at the university assuring her that he was okay.

She just rapidly changed direction and continued to keep in motion. The problem with Rogue's power was just a short touch could put a regular human and even some mutants into a coma. She still remembered her first kiss and how what should have been a memorable night of necking in a car turned into a hospital trip. As long as she travelled fairly fast, the wind kept her long red hair flowing back and away from the young-student injured by a flying mutant smashing through the bus.

"Yeah, yeah, I feel fine. In fact, I feel great. I never knew what flying would feel like. This is amazing!"

"Well, he does have a big smile on his face," though Rogue as she appreciated his good spirits. "Alex..ander, was his name?" For a man that was momentarily knocked out, he didn't seem any worse for the wear. However, she'd been around Beast enough to know being knocked out has its medical risks to humans. "How many fingers am I holding up?"

"Umm 3. Now 2...now a haha, very funny," said the college boy as she counted down her fingers until only the middle was left standing. The boy allowed his gaze to dift past the fingers to the monument-sized breasts behind those fingers. The way the latex wrapped tightly against that chest, seemed to hug them in a way that would make it impossible to move. Half green, half-yellow. The divide seeming to trace down where her nipples stood out a bit. Rogue noticed and frowned a bit. Alex quickly blushed and changed the topic as he paid more attention to the other views present, "So do a lot of civilians get injured in these kinds of battles?"

"Sadly, it does happen. We, the x-men, believe mutants and mankind can work together, and live in peace and harmony. The brotherhood of mutants takes a different view. They believe mutants are superior and deserve more because of their gifts. So we try to create peace and they try to rule over humans; like boys fighting over toys. It's difficult though," as trees passed below at a fast rate next to the lake.

"Why?" the boy thought absentmindedly as he appreciated how the direct route had such a beautiful view along the lake and thick dense forest. They had to be a good 30km away from the highway, he'd normally drive on. If the trip hadn't initially started in the opposite direction to the nearest city, for better medical treatment, the trip would be over in a flash. As it was, he felt really comfortable pressed up against this woman's fit body and cradled in her tight arms. Something about her make him feel he could trust her and she wouldn't let him fall. A part of him, really hoped she felt the same way too as his hands grew red and slight red aura crossed her eyes.

"Well, the brotherhood doesn't really value human life. It's like a kid with a magnifying class Sug burning ants. But anytime a human gets hurt, other humans start to fear us, mistrust us and you get things like the sentinels and those damn power-limiting collars. The hardest part about being a mutant, Alex is making sure nobody finds out or knows your true identity. The brotherhood knows that too so sometimes during a losing fight, they might levitate a bus above a group of humans or surround some in a ring of fire, etc. Just kinda setting up a threat, you know? 100% of the time, we'll save humans and even take hits or let them escape, in the name of peace"

"That's really cool. I respect that. You're not just mutants. You're like hero-mutants. You know, growing up, I always worried I would become a mutant. I'm glad I'm just normal in some ways. My grandfather was a mutant and kind of a...bad one...hydra bad..."

Alex's spiel made Rouge feel understood as she could relate. Her mother was Mystique and had been doing Magneto's bidding for years. Killing like a ruthless assassin, starting wars, you name it. Some part of her, worried that evil was in her DNA. Every person she'd ever gotten close to, had gotten hurt bad by her powers. If it wasn't for the latex suit and gloves, this poor kid would be dead before she could land.

Yet, there was important business to discuss. "Alex, my mother wasn't the belle of the ball either. Ain't no closet in the south with no skeletons in it. But, your grandfather was a mutant? working for Hydra? That means Sug, you might have the x-gene. It gets activated under **** stress. Did you find today...stressful?" asked Rogue.

Alex pondered the question and wasn't sure what to say. His memory of the whole event was kind of vague. "I guess...maybe? It all happened so fast and I don't remember much. I don't know if I panicked. There was this lady in red flying towards me, then I passed out and woke up and she was uhh..."

"She was what shug?" piqued Rogues curiosity as they flew past endless trees in the forested area.

"Topless and huge," blushed Alex.

"What..? Why would? You mean, like tall? Well, it doesn't matter. Sometimes the gene skips over you. If both your grandfather and you father got it, you're almost certainly a mutant. What about your grandfather, did he have an special abilities?" asked Rogue kind of excited. Cerebral could scan him later and give her a definite answer.

"Yeah, him too. I never meet him though. He died when I was very young. My father though, I know a bit about his powers. His power was reinforcing mantras to instill beliefs. Kind of an odd power but really useful in the army or a frat, I guess?" replied the young-man before looking away with a disgusted, slightly depressed look on his face, thinking to himself "Please don't ask any more questions. If you do, you'll become scared of me."

"..Or Hydra. Cheer up. That's power sounds like a peach. You can use mind control for both good and bad. Like if that mantra was 'I will strive to workout 3 times a week and eat a healthy balanced diet as long as I am injury-free', people would thrill to have that dedication. In 2 years, someone could go from a slob to dead sexy," countered Rogue to cheer Alex up.

"Huh, I never thought about it that way. I'd only heard about the evil he'd done," replied Alex considering mind control mutant powers could have some positive usages; though he'd been the beneficiary himself recently. When he turned eighteen, he felt himself out of control and had to say a phrase to his mother and changed their relationship forever. Even dead, his father was still a fucking dick fucking with their happiness.

"On the other hand Sug, people are nasty. The brotherhood as this person Mastermind who can create illusions and control people a bit. Basically made this one woman, Snow Queen into the Hellfire club's...adult entertainer," which made Alex's eyes go wide open, as he thought back to his mother's response to the phrase, "It's time for my birthday blowjob". The words came out of his mouth the first time without any control. "Fuck, she knew what she was doing!"

"Wow. Just like my dad," thought Alex as he reflected on his mother's devotion to his father and her amazing skill with her mouth causing him to become a bit aroused. Even more than he already was having this red-headed buxom's chest pressed against his back as she carried him effortlessly with one arm.

"We've got a lot of telepaths on the X-Men team who are very powerful and could do the same. They only use their powers for good and some believe in never making a change without permission. It's all about how you use the power, Sug. How'd your dad use it?" feeling relieved, he was kind of happy Rogue, as she introduced herself, wasn't creeped out by the idea of powers like that.

"Well, if he could get them to chant something 3 times, he could make a person think it's true and 5 times, believe it's true and 10 times, it become a core belief that drives actions, thoughts, etc. He sort of figured it out on my Mom by accident. You know how lovers kind of play those games like "I love you more than anything in the world,", "No, I love you more than anything in the world. No, I love you more than anything in the world", yadda yadda?" inquired the young kind wondering if this beauty ever had that type of experience as a lustful, horny, teen?

"We all have, Sug. God, I remember how much I loved my first boyfriend. I used to tell him non-stop, even before may I knew what love was," blissfully admitted Rogue.

"Well, one night, they are making out in the car as they were high school sweethearts and I guess he, they started to do that sorta thing and he felt this push as she repeated it for the third-time. Even today, I doubt if he even remembers the exact phrase, probably something about loving him more than anything in the world, the third time. But my dad noticed he acting really like....really clingy. So he tried to break it off but my mom was obsessively in love. She was a devote Christian in the 60s and was totally saving it for marriage. However, being a bastard, he told me mom he wouldn't break up when she was crying if she...well...did more than just let him feel her breasts. That night, I was conceived," paused Alex, letting the implications linger in the air.

"Wow. So because she loved him....more than anything.... it included her morals or religious beliefs, so she.... did stuff she wouldn't ordinarily do to keep him in her life," wistfully imagining what love that passionate and deep might feel like. Being somewhat devoid of it without even being able to touch a man with her bare skin.

"Yep! Anything in the world. In fact, over the next few days, she gave up cheerleading, sleep, eating, you name it. All in the name of spending more time with him Dad was really excited and thought it had to do with that odd push-type sensation," explained Alex as he could see his city in the far distance. "Like over-time, it started to fade as she found counter-evidence to her thought or feelings? and sort of returned half way to normal"

"So anyways, Dad tested it on his best friend. Bet his friend to say something about owing him ten bucks three times. Sure enough, his best friend apologizes about not having got the money back to him already and forks it over," replied Alex. "I guess, dad realized it had something to do with repetitions and my mom had stopped putting out. Redevoting herself to Christ and vowing no sex, no blow jobs, no nothing."

"Good for her!" replied Rogue kind of proud to hear the woman got her independence back.

"No, sort of bad for her. I guess my father had gotten a taste of control and wanted more. So he agreed to the new devotion and said he just needed some reassurance that she loved him and he'd devote himself to Christ too if she'd just say something. So somehow, he got her to repeat something, that lead to something else, that lead to something else and before you know it, she liked sucking his cock and he pushed...and got her to just keep repeating it...and changed it to love and she followed along without skipping a beat. ...then enjoy, crave, desire, need and so-on."

"Wait, how do you know all of this?" asked Rogue, "Did you dad tell you all of this? If so, that's kind of ... a strange upbringing."

"Not really. He was working for Hydra as a moral/motivational coach. Creating super spies that were infinitely loyal and would die even trying to win impossible battles against the allied forces to their last breath.

"Scary. Instant perfect devoted soldier," said Rogue as she pondered if that's why Hydra had been able to infiltrate every branch of the US government and nearly destroy all the non-Hydra population from orbit with targeted lasers. She shuttered when Captain America recounted that tale to her.

"Eventually, I guess grandpa figured out or overheard him customizing his pregnant wife one-day, figured out what his power was and put him to work for Hydra. They'd make new recruits chant "Hydra is #1", "My life for Hydra" "Hydra commands must be obeyed" and so on."

"I don't really remember much about my childhood other than growing up in army-style bunkers and moving around a lot till I was about 8 years old. I remember, my Dad would bring home attractive females in hydra uniforms and he'd send me to bed. I always obeyed and fell asleep instantly, so I think he'd messed with me. I was 10 when S.H.I.E.L.D. raided Hydra one night and freed my mother by accidentally killing my father. Frankly, I'm glad he died. Or else, who knows what he'd put in my head. Mom's been heartbroken ever since but she's her own woman with what seemed like complete free will again. When I was about 13, I clued in why he was bringing home attractive female recruits and well, I vowed to never be like him!"

Rogue was kind of a bit shocked almost at the steely gaze in his eyes. Before narrowing her own gaze and asking 'Once again, how do YOU know all about this?'

Alex felt like a mouse trapped in a sexy-feminine cage as he had nowhere to run this high in the air, "Ugh, well when I reached 16, I woke up and felt compelled to tell my mother that it was time for my Birthday gift, and ugh, she told me all about my father, hydra and ...stuff..." Alex left an awkward pause. He didn't want to explicitly say, his mother had given him....the most amazing deepthroat he'd ever received...and several more that day. Continuing to go down on him everytime he got erect and explaining the tale inbetween. That she swallowed him to the base without the slightest gag reflect and rapidly bobbed that final inch, again and again. Better than anything since in porn, he'd watched jacking off to the memories. He felt so so ashamed when a month later, he said it was time for his birthday gift again, and his mother responded the way he secretly, ashamedly, thought she might. He felt worse, the next day after but said it again. Listening to tales of mind control and getting head on a level, no teenage boy could ever hope to experience. Day after day, for weeks and even months till he worked up the courage to move out and into the university dorms hoping to live a normal life.

There was determination behind his words to never be like his father and she felt surprisingly comfortable around him. Even if... well... yuck. Like if she was in his arms flying, she wouldn't be dropped. "Huh?" thought Rogue, realizing that thought didn't quite make sense, "Hey Sug, have you noticed anything....strange? since the bus incident? What's the last thing you remember?"

"Oh well....uh, I was looking out the window and then she was coming right for me so fast and I tried to ...but it was too late and then pain. She was on top of me...and her breasts were huge and out in the open. More pain and then I was being carried by you," muttered the man.

Coming to a complete stop, Rogue demanded, "Say that middle part, once more, real slow" as she thought of Scarlett Witch's very petite frame.

Confused he, stated again, "Well, she was on top of me and somehow her well, large breasts were out of her costume, and then I was being carried by you..." before feeling like he was free falling straight towards the ground, "Wait! I'm sorry! I ..what? What did I do wrong?!" as they deaccelerated moments before touching the ground and Rogue left him standing on the ground.

"I ...think you may be a mutant," Rogue stated with her head cocked, "I mean, I can't see the Scarlett Witch just "taking her breasts out", they aren't huge. They are actually really modest and downright flat. If her uniform got damaged, she's got reality-altering powers she could use to instant repair it and she would. She is uhh pretty conservative in her dress and no offense Sug, but I doubt you're her type. You guys are like 10 years different in age and she's still outta your league, plus evil."

"Hey, no offense taken but why did we beeline for the ground?" asked Alexander.

"Simple, if you ...made her ...clothes malfunction or weirder yet, her breasts grow or make her want to make them grow, then you mine could malfunction. I feel comfortable around you, so it wouldn't be the end of the world," as Rogue cocked her head like she had a funny thought again, "but my powers would put you in a coma and you'd be dead before I could put you safely on the ground," shrugged Rogue, "and besides, we just met. It would be a shame to kill ya by accident, ya know?"

"Haha...thanks. I umm appreciate that," said Alexander being somewhat nervous as he tried his best not to ogle her breasts or think about this even larger pair on display, turning her back to her. "Don't think about her uniform disappearing. Don't think about her uniform disappearing. Don't think about her breasts. Her big beautiful breasts. No no, don't picture those mmmmassive melons! UGH Stop thinking about her Braless. Braless is bad. No clothes. No clothes is hot but worse. Really bad.

Hyperventilating at his point, Alex closed his eyes, hand started to grow bright red, "So, ugh, how do I get home? Oh god. I need to come back home." changing the topic in his head. "Yes, think about coming home, distract yourself by thinking about going home. Being at home."

"Sug...Alex...Listen to me voice, you need to calm down, right now. Just take a few deep breathe in and breathe out slowly. Everything is going to be okay," but those words said while Alex was in his internal self-monologue fell on deaf ears.

Finally, Alexander stood up and turned around, his hands blowing bright red as he opened his eyes, shocked at what he saw.