X-Men Issue #1: A Late Night Chat (Patreon)

Anna Marie walked down the hallway quietly of the Academy she called home. She brushed her hair from her eyes, it was primarily the white st

Anna Marie walked down the hallway quietly of the Academy she called home. She brushed her hair from her eyes, it was primarily the white streaks in her otherwise brown hair that never seemed to go away. She didn’t love them, but they didn’t hinder her overall look which most would describe as goth adjacent. She was dressed down currently, in just a pair of black sweatpants and a green hoodie. She flexed her fingers in her new gloves, she went through pairs quickly based on how long she wore them.

To the outside world she was a danger and scary. To her friends, she was just Rogue, a mutant like them with slightly different powers. She was able to absorb memories, energy and even mutant powers through skin-on-skin contact. It was cool to have, but typically ended with the person she was touching in an unconscious state at best. Even just touching for a moment could have dangerous consequences.

Luckily, she had learned to deal with her powers which is why she was almost always covered head to toe. Xavier’s Institute for Gifted Youngsters had dealt with all sorts of mutant related issues. It was like college for mutants, sometimes starting a bit younger and going a bit later than your average college.

Rogue didn’t have an official title, but she was unofficially like an RA at a college. She was walking down the hall to see how the first week had gone for the new students from her friend and actual RA, Jean.

Rogue knocked on the wood door and waited.

“Come in.” Jean said. Rogue heard the lock unlock from the other side and stepped inside.

Jean was lying on top of her covers with a binder resting on her knees. The red head was different from Rogue and on paper most people wouldn’t have guessed they were friends. Rogue was more into goth, horror and heavy metal and Jean was, well to put it nicely, a goody two shoes. They had bonded though as Jean had her own issues with her powers.

While Jean’s weren’t as limiting as Rogue’s, Jean did have a problem with the telepathic powers when she was younger. Before coming to the institute, she couldn’t help but read people’s thoughts and her telekinesis was out of control. Now after being at the school for so long, she was the student who had been there the longest, she was in complete control. Jean was dressed in her pajamas which was a pink pair of pajama pants and a red tank top.

“I came to see how you were doing.” Rogue said closing the door. The first week with new students was rough, besides just general issues like hormones there were also dangerous powers to deal with.

“Ugh, exhausting.” Jean said, putting her binder to the side. “The paperwork alone has kept me busy. Professor Xavier wants everything done by the book but takes so long.”

Jean was the right-hand woman around here after being at the school for over a decade even for such a young age. Some suggested it was too much for such a young woman, but she still flourished when many floundered. Rogue nodded along as Jean complained about getting forms signed and everyone moved in.

“So, how do you like the newbies?” Rogue asked, clearing off a space to lean on Jean’s desk. She had avoided the new students, which was typical for Rogue. Besides having her own workload and life, it took some adjusting for new students, and it was sometimes easier not meeting a person with one of the most dangerous powers in the first week. She had met them in passing, knew most of their mutant names by now as the school wasn’t that large, but she kept her distance.

“They are nice but also....” Jean thought for a moment about how to finish the thought. “Terrors.”

“Terrors?”

“Some of them are really special and will go places. Other ones not so much.” Jean said rubbing her temples. “Even the good ones can be really mean.”

“Oh?” Rogue hadn’t interacted with any of them much, so she didn’t have a read on them. Jean sat for a moment thinking of an example and one came right into her head.

“Oh, you’ll love this.” Jean said sitting up as she remembered one of the incidents earlier in the day. “I found Lorna and Allison-.”

“Which ones are they again?” Rogue asked. She knew the codenames everyone had chosen over their real names. Jean sighed, she didn’t really like all the code names or mutant names everyone had given themselves, so she typically stuck to their real names, but Rogue always tended to feel the opposite about things.

“Polaris and Dazzler.” Jean clarified which got a look of recognition from Rogue.

“Oh, green hair and the singer. They are all right.”

“No, they aren’t all right.” Jean frowned. “They were bullying Jubilee.”

Jubilee needed no introductions. She was one of the new students who stuck out for all the wrong reasons. The short Asian girl was kind of an outsider and had rubbed a lot of people the wrong way, even the most forgiving of the X-Men Beast was displeased when she accidently fired off her mutant ability in a chemistry class that cause the building to be evacuated.

“I can’t say I’m surprised. What did they do?”

Jean took a moment trying to keep a straight face as this was serious, didn’t want to encourage bullying at the Academy. But it was also funny.

“They took down the coat of arms in the main entrance way and hung Jubilee by her underpants from the hooks in the wall.” Jean said, trying to keep a stern face. Rogue did not and began chuckling.

“What? Seriously? No.” Rogue said, not really believing it at first but seeing Jean’s expression not change she began to laugh again.

“Yup and I had to get her down.” Jean said, a smile crossing her lips as she spoke.

“I know we can’t condone that stuff, but that is hilarious. You should have taken a picture.” Rogue said laughing at the idea of little Jubilee hanging from the wall.

I’ll do this one time and you can’t tell anyone.” Jean said as she closed her eyes and concentrated. “Scott would be pestering me for a week to show him.”

Rogue began to open her mouth to ask what Jean meant. She closed it when she felt Jean touch her mind.

Jean placed the image in Rogue’s mind.

It was just a snapshot from the moment, but it was Jubilee hanging from the hooks on the wall. Her feet were at least five feet off the ground. Her blue shorts and pink T-shirt looked disheveled, and her face was contorted with pain. Behind her, attached to the wall were her yellow panties, a large pair from the look of it. The large yellow panties were at her shoulder blades making for one massive wedgie.

The image pulled back and Rogue began to laugh. She grabbed her tummy and laughed at the image. Even Jean chuckled as it had been funny. Except for Jubilee herself everyone found it funny.

“That was amazing. Why didn’t we think of that?” The brown- and white-haired beauty asked as Jean’s laughter tapered off.

“Typically, because we were the ones getting bullied, not the ones bullying.” Jean said as some painful memories came back. Rogue raised an eyebrow at her friend.

“Bullied? Tall, hot and redhead got bullied? I find that hard to believe.” Rogue said as it was clear Jean had a lot of the guys’ eyes at school even if she was crushing on Scott Summers. Rogue was pretty much listed as undatable due to her powers. Jean laughed at the goth’s description.

“You forget I’ve been here for a while and being the youngest and a nerd didn’t have its perks.”

“Who would bully you?”

“Well, Storm took to me like an older sister.” Jean said. Rogue began laughing again.

“Storm did that to you? How could she keep that a secret. I have to find her to hear those stories.” Rogue was laughing again at the idea of Jean being strung up by her undies.

“Alright she wasn’t that bad, but it could be difficult. And the Brotherhood are just a bunch of bullies.” Jean said.

“Yeah, but I don’t think those guys would stoop to something like that.” Rogue said. The Brotherhood of Mutants, or just the Brotherhood as the Xavier staff and students called them. They were more like mercenaries for higher but also a rival organization with younger members. Though not accurate Hank McCoy had called them a rival college.

“Pietro would.” Jean said with a scowl remembering a specific incident. Pietro Maximoff, also known as Quicksilver, was a member of the Brotherhood. He and his sister Wanda were Xavier dropouts who joined up. Pietro was especially annoying because he moved at super speeds. Rogue had heard about him and wanted to steal his powers for a test drive. It would be like moving normally while everyone was stuck in place she thought.

“What did he do?” Rogue asked seeing Jean’s scowl. She knew there was a story there. Jean closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

“Pietro, once decided it would be hilarious to pants me during a fight.” Jean said, red-faced from the memory. She was quick with her mind, but Quicksilver was quicker. She had tried to use debris to stop him, but he was too fast.

A huge gust had blown past Jean, and a wolf whistle got her attention. He had run right by her, she thought she had escaped being hit but as Jean turned, she stumbled and realized why Pietro had whistled.

Jean looked down in horror to realize she had been pantsed. The belt of her pants, along with the button and fly had all been undone and yanked to her knees. She could hear Pietro laughing at her as she pulled her pants up to cover her beige bikini briefs. He kept laughing until Jean had smacked him in the back of the head with a telekinetic punch.

Jean told the full story to Rogue, which got a chuckle from her friend. The red head blushed at sharing the moment. Rogue hadn’t been there during that fight, but she had heard something went down that Jean didn’t want to talk about.

“I can’t believe he did that, the pervert.” Rogue said chuckling at the idea of Jean getting pantsed.

“You were never bullied?” Jean asked and could tell she used the wrong choice of words.

“Yeah, I was bullied. They’d throw rocks at me or whatever they could find. No one can touch me without losing consciousness remember? Didn’t really have to worry about someone trying to grab me.” Rogue said a bit somberly. Jean looked apologetic. Rogue let out a tired smile to show she was over it.

“I didn’t really have to worry about grabbing pranks cause people learned pretty quickly they couldn’t grab me.”

“So, no wedgies or pantsings or wet willies?” Jean asked, imagining how nice that must have been for Rogue.

“Kind of immune to all that thanks to my powers.” Rogue said standing up from her leaning position. Jean could feel from Rogue’s mind without even trying that her friend was gloating a bit.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Jean.” Rogue said with a soft chuckle, still thinking about the embarrassing stories she just heard.

“Remember to keep your pants on.” Rogue added laughing as she took her first step towards the door. Jean watched her friend walk to the door, a sly smile breaking across her face as she had an idea. The southern girl had made it clear she couldn’t be touched, but thanks to Jean’s powers she didn’t have to touch Rogue.

Rogue’s hand was reaching for the door handle when she stooped. She had a shiver down her spine as she felt Jean’s invisible force find its target. She opened her mouth to say something but closed it as Jean’s telekinetic powers found their target. She felt the fabric beneath her sweatpants move.

Rogue’s panties exited her sweats on their own thanks to Jean’s powers. The telepath laughed at the sight. The goth was viewed as a tough woman on campus, a real badass, always wore dark and was scary. Yet here was Jean seeing Rogue was wearing some hot pink boyshorts that were now to her midback. Rogue let out a small squeal as her hands went to her butt, a novice move for someone receiving their first wedgie.

Jean used her telekinetic to pull the boyshorts a bit higher, sending the spandex blend further between Rogue’s ample cheeks. The southern goth leaned forward on her tippy toes trying to relieve the pressure, which failed. The leg holes were out, and Jean decided that Rogue had enough. She released the telekinetic hold on the panties, and they snapped back against Rogue’s back.

Rogue shot a look at Jean as her hands quickly went to her butt to fix the wedgie.

“Those are cute, Rogue.” Jean teased as the goth’s face blushed to turn as pink as the panties she wore. Rogue tried to compose herself as she plucked her panties from her butt.

“You tell anyone and I’ll....” Rogue let the threat drop as she wasn’t sure what she’d do but Jean wasn’t taking it seriously anyways.

“Yeah, yeah. I won’t tell anyone Rogue wears hot pink panties.” Jean teased. The red head began laughing as Rogue finished fixing her panties.

“I can’t believe you did that.” Rogue said rolling her eyes with her own laughs.

“Good night, Rogue.” Jean said as Rogue opened the door and waved her friend good night. She entered the hallway.

Rogue closed the door just in time to feel her boyshorts jump out of her pants again. She gave a little yelp but luckily the hallway was empty. Rogue turned and debated going back in there to give Jean a taste of her own medicine, but she could hear her friend laughing through the door and just decided to let it rest for now.

Rogue plucked her boyshorts out of her butt before walking down the empty hall to her room.