When Peggy trudged back home to her apartment, she found Angie sitting at her kitchen table, sipping a cup of black tea. "Hey, Peg," she said brightly. "Not feelin' so good, huh?"
Peggy gave her friend a weird look before nodding slowly. "Last night...what exactly happened?" she asked dumbly. "After you took me to that back room with that woman...everything is a little fuzzy now..."
Angie stood up and shushed her friend like she was shushing a child. She came over and wrapped her arms around the woman, holding her tightly and pressing her lips to her ear. "Surely you remember Mystique, honey."
Mystique. The name rung loud in Peggy's head, like an alarm going off. The name reminded her of the beautiful blue face she had seen last night at the club...as well as the huge blue cock attached to the woman. Peggy had never seen such a sight up close. Sure, her and Steve had fucked once, but he had turned out all the lights and they had been under the covers for the fairly concealed and underwhelming act. But last night, Mystique had brazenly pulled down her boyish slacks to reveal a huge, throbbing girl dick that had to be bigger than the thing Steve had put up her pussy once. The appendage hanging between Mystique's thick, womanly thighs was more than most men could ever hope for.
"I-I...I do," Peggy whispered softly. "Did we...did you and her..."
Angie shook her head gently. "See, Peggy honey, to join Club Shadow, you have to be either a dominant or a submissive. What do you think you are?" With a hard slap, Angie's hand collided with Peggy's ass, jiggling the flesh.
"I don't know," Peggy whimpered around a throaty moan. Angie slapped her again and, again, a bolt of arousal shook Peggy to her core. "Sub," Peggy admitted faintly.
"That's right," Angie cooed against her ear. "So you got to take a ride with the Dom of all Dom's last night...the owner: Mystique."
And a ride it was, Peggy remembered finally. Angie had watched dutifully as her sub was taken by Mystique - a shape-shifting mutant who had opened an all-female sex club with one true purpose: spreading the mutant gene. Currently, mutants were nearly extinct, but Mystique's very viral cock and balls had impregnated dozens of fertile subs across New York City, all of whom had given birth to mutant children. A few even had blue skin.
Last night had been Peggy's turn to join the club and be impregnated herself. Already she was suffering from morning sickness and soon her belly would swell up with Mystique's mutant baby - who Peggy would dutifully raise for the busy club owner.
"You're preggo Peggy," Angie told her friend-turned-sub. "You're gonna be a mommy."
Peggy wanted to be scared - becoming randomly pregnant by a mutant girl at a club should have terrified her. But, there was the underlying sense that whatever happened could be handled by Angie. Ang had handled things so far, after all, and she clearly could take care of Peggy. For the first time in her life, Peggy felt like she really needed someone to take care of her.
"And you know what else?" Angie asked. "You're mine from now on."