Charles Xavier wheeled himself down the halls of his school,
observing how his many students ran from one end of the school to the other to
get to class. A typical day which warmed his heart. Turning the corner he
passed by some of the students still hurrying to their class, but he also found
Rogue. What was strange though was she was wearing her usual costume but
instead of her leather jacket, she wore Gambit’s trench coat.
“Good morning Marie, decided to change your look?” He asked,
stopping by as she turned to smile at him. Another surprise hit him when her
eyes were jet black with red irises, just like Gambit.
“Bonjour mon Professor, got any pocket change for peu vieux
moi?” She drawled with a cajun accent and a bag full of snacks already in her
arm. “I’m just picking up some things for… Un ami.”
Reaching into his pocket, the man gave her a five which she
cheerfully accepted and bought more chips and energy bars from the vending
machine. “Merci sucre, I owe you one.” Rogue winked and blew the man a phantom
kiss before turning and leaving down the hallway.
Rolling himself down the hall and taking the opposite end
where Rogue made her exit, Charles wanted to check on his classes. Going over English
he blinked when he spotted Rogue again, but this time she was wearing a
completely different costume. This one looked identical to Emma Frost’s uniform
but was dyed green and yellow to match her colours. Her hair seemed longer and
ran straight down Just like Emma’s but was auburn with a stripe of white that
trailed down the side of her beautiful face.
“Now children, repeat after me.” She commanded in a regal English
accent. “Betty Botter bought some butter, But she said the butter’s bitter, If
I put it in my batter, it will make my batter bitter, But a bit of better
butter will make my batter better, So ‘twas better Betty Botter bought a bit of
better butter.”
Shaking his head and moving on, Charles explained it away as
a trick of his eyes. Moving on to the next class he tilted his head over to
look into chemistry class… Only to find a blue furred woman with a stripe of
white down her hair tilting her glasses and looking into the seminar. Despite
the fact she had pointed ears, clawed fingers, blue fur, a cat’s nose and a
well tailored grey suite with blue tie, he could SWEAR it looked just like
Rogue!
“Now class, today we are going to look into salts and their
reactants, can anyone tell me the atomic number of potassium?”
“I think I need to get a drink…” Murmured Charles, making
his way down the cafeteria. “Perhaps I awoke too early, seeing things, yes…
That’s it.
When he made his way to the cafeteria, Charles stopped dead
in his tracks.
Right in front of the coffee machine were a trio of women.
One was a mocha skinned woman with auburn hair and a stripe of white that came
all the way down to her lower back, wearing a green and yellow version of Storm’s
costume, stirring her coffee and laughing at a joke told by the Rogue next to
her. A blue skinned Rogue with short hair standing on digigrated feet while
holding coffee with three fingered hands, her blue forked tail swished and was
batted away by the third Rogue; Sporting jeans and a button blouse but her short
hair swept back like a lynx’s hair with a pair of white bangs that framed her
beautiful face, threatening the nightcrawler Rogue with three boney claws that
came out of her knuckles.
Shaking his head, Xavier felt dizzy.
“NURSE! NURSE!”
*
Thor sat at her throne in the main halls of the Asgard
castle, her hammer Mjolnir resting by her foot as she looked out the window
with concern. It had been several days since the disappearance of her two friends,
fretting had gone to worrying. Sig stood nearby with her spear in hand,
worrying for her friend and majesty. “Do not worry your highness, I have sent
Valkyries on the roads to search for our friends, if not now than soon will the
Hulks be found.”
Sighing with relief, Thor looked down the hall, and found a
group of guards marching their way up to her throne, some looking worse for
ware much to her surprise. “Your highness! We have come to share a report to
you.”
“Is it about the Hulks? Have you found Doctor Banner and
Miss Walters?”
“No, your highness… But we have been attacked on the roads
outside the city.” Coughed one of the guards, hanging over the shoulder of
another, their shields were buckled and dented as if they were made of tinfoil.
“Monsters oh mighty Thor, green skinned brutes attacked the caravan bringing
foods and fabrics to the city were overtaken by a mob of giant green… Ogres.”
“The Hulks! Were they Bruce and Jennifer?” Thor asked, her
expression changed.
“NO!” “Absolutely Not!” “Impossible!”
“Your highness, we know of the hulks… But these… BEASTS are
not them.”
“There were FIVE of them, each towered over each of us on
horseback, with flat noses and jutting tusks like a boar!”
“They were adorned with furs and war paint; one sported a hammer
that was literally a downed tree with a boulder tied to the end.”
“Monsters your highness! They must be stopped!”
Standing to her feet with Mjolnir in hand, Thor raised her
hammer above her head. “SIF! Send ALL your Valkyries to fend off these beasts,
or whatever they are. I will not have my kingdom made sport of by a rabble of thieves
on our market roads!”
“As you command!” Joining the guards, Sif marched down the
hall to command her forces. Sitting back to her throne, Thor glowered. “Mark my
words if these beasts have laid a finger on my friends, they will face the
wrath of the thunderer!”
*
Biting into a roast beef in her hand like it was a chicken
wing, Shulk smiled, wiping her tusks and lips before bringing her hand to calm
the storm of kicks coming from her womb. Her little raiding party had succeeded
in claiming everything off the road when two of her sons spotted the caravan.
And quite frankly she was fond of deer but wanted to sink her teeth into beef
again.
“Why we’z stop with puny hoomans on road? Dey’s have good
food!” Grunted one of Shulk’s daughters, a fierce green skinned orc of a woman
with a braided ponytail laced with rib bones that went down to her lower back,
her body covered in splashes of red and black war paint and her round belly
jolted with 8 unborn kids. “They have good food; we WANT good food!”
“Yah! We’z can stomp’em flat!” Growled her eldest daughter,
the one with a mohawk sporting a pregnant belly with enough kids to field a
basketball team! “Deys got nothin to stop us! We’z strong! Strongest der is!”
Letting her eyes glow green, the orc shaman stomped her foot, letting the
ground quake.
Standing up to her full height and resting her hand on her
hip to maintain her balance, Shulk stomped up to press her belly and bare tits against
her daughter’s, smiling to show off her tusks and fangs and the deer skull with
antlers she wore as a crown.. “Shulk know we strong, Shulk know they strong
too!” Grabbing her daughter by the mohawk, Jen pulled her daughter in for a
fierce kiss, one that was quickly reciprocated. “Make tribe GROW! Then we smash
puny humans and eat all we want!”
“I seez it! I seez it! Shulk gonna lead us to victory!”
Called out Shulk’s mystic seer, stamping a cane that was essentially a downed
tree branch with beads and skulls clacking at the hilt, her twin pigtails hung
down her shoulders to hang idly at the slope of her pregnant belly. “CHIEFTESS
Shulk, QUEEN Shulk, EMPRESS Shulk!” She muttered, wild eyed as the visions
flooded her primitive mind.
“That right! Shulk gonna rule it all!!!”
Moving towards the clearing where a dozen huts stood like a
crude village where the rest of her children and kind roasted their food and
mated out into the open. Shulk bellowed out a “WAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!” that was soon
joined by the entire warband. They numbered fifty now, and soon, in a few days,
5 times that!