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Chicks Dig the Fuzzy Dude	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female Views: 27547 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 10: Hot Mess

For the remainder of the cruise, Kurt only saw Tabby and Amara sporadically, and only on the deck or in the dining room. Both girls shot him flirty smiles whenever they made eye contact, which he always returned. Often, he noticed the two girls in closer proximity than he could remember seeing from them before. Thoughts about the reason for their increased closeness fueled numerous late-night fantasies.
Returning home from a lengthy vacation with such a large group posed myriad logistical challenges, despite – or, perhaps, because of – the group possessing their respective extraordinary powers. Unloading several vans’ worth of luggage at the Mansion took well over an hour, during which Tabby’s mom pulled up in her car to retrieve her daughter. Mrs. Smith, clearly impatient, honked before Tabby could so much as move.
When Kurt asked if she needed help carrying her things, the blonde brushed him off with a breezy, “Nah, Blue, I got this. I’m a strong, independent woman who don’t need no man!” To mollify him after the comment, Tabby stroked the young man’s jaw and chin in her usual fashion.
A minute later, Tabby shut the trunk, where she’d stowed her luggage, and started to climb into the car. She paused to blow Kurt a kiss and wave farewell with a flirty smirk. The young man waved back, smiling but feeling a dull ache in his heart that she didn’t intend to stay… again.
Kurt watched until her car disappeared through the Mansion’s wrought-iron gates. Deep down, he’d hoped she wouldn’t leave this time, that the connection between them might prove more tempting, more compelling, than her reasons for leaving and staying away. Then again, what connection do we really have? he wondered morosely. Besides that one wild night, Tabby ignored me in favor of…
A warm hand on his shoulder startled the young man and pulled him from his reverie. Kurt turned to see Amara sidled beside him, a thin smile on her lips, one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. Due to their height differences, he also noticed the dark skin of her shoulders and plentiful cleavage on display thanks to her bright-orange tube-top.
“I also hoped for Tabby to stay,” she confided. “I thought that cruise brought us so much closer.”
Kurt put one of his hands atop hers and returned her half-hearted smile. “I think it did,” he reassured the Brazilian girl. “She spent all zat time vorrying about you vhile you felt sick. I’ve never seen Tabby act like zat before.”
Amara’s cheeks darkened. “I didn’t mean quite that; I meant… after…” Her voice dropped so no one else might overhear: “After that one night.”
The young man’s imagination immediately shifted into overdrive, conjuring fantasies of the two best friends exploring one another, each one more explicit than the last. Kurt’s fur ruffled, but he tried – valiantly, if in vain – to clear his head of such thoughts. He squeezed the dark-skinned hand on his shoulder with a smile. “Ja, I noticed. I felt a little… left out,” he admitted.
Amara broke eye contact to stare at the pavement. “I’m sorry, Kurt. I didn’t intend to – como dizer? – hoard Tabby to myself,” she apologized in what sounded like sincere contrition.
Kurt simply shrugged. “You two have been friends from ze time you started rooming together. It only makes sense you two vould, ah, prefer each other’s company.”
Amara hummed. “I don’t know if we preferred one another. I can’t speak for Tabby, but I realized…” The Brazilian beauty took a deep, steadying breath. “I prefer men and women in equal measure.” She turned her dark eyes to meet his, as if awaiting judgment.
For his part, Kurt offered a genuine grin, at which Amara immediately relaxed. “Danke schön for your confidence, Amara. I’m glad my part of vhat happened didn’t, ah, disgust you,” he admitted, “especially vit ze mess I left.”
“Not to worry, Kurt,” Amara giggled. “Tabby and I had tão divertido cleaning together.” Kurt’s tail lashed as his imagination once more churned, generating notions even wilder than before.
After a long moment pondering the possibilities, he asked, “Ve’re going to miss her, nein?”
He’d meant the comment to celebrate Tabby’s influence on them, but Amara’s sigh and slumping shoulders indicated he’d instead splashed cold water on their conversation. After a long moment spent staring in silence, he suggested, “Ve should probably head inside.”
Amara nodded. “My luggage won’t move itself to my room, unfortunately,” she sighed. “It’s heavier than when we left; I think Tabby deposited some of her souvenirs into my bag.” She giggled and shook her head at her absent friend.
“Zat sounds just like her,” agreed Kurt with a laugh. At Amara’s gesture and pleading glance, the young man grasped the suitcase by the handle; but he found it too heavy to lift. “Did you bring back ze whole island?” he jibed.
“Not in the bag,” replied the Brazilian with a mysterious air, “but in my heart.” While she spoke, Kurt extended the handle to roll the suitcase. “I’ll point out my window,” suggested Amara, “and you can teleport us, correct?”
At his nod of acknowledgment, she led the way along a footpath running around the side of the Mansion until they stood beneath one of the building’s balconies. Amara nodded to confirm this as their location and took Kurt’s arm. A moment later, they stood outside her window; once Kurt could see into the room, he knew where to place them safely.
“Vhere should I put zis?” asked Kurt once they’d materialized. He bobbed the handle of the suitcase to indicate what he meant.
“You can leave it by the bottom of the bed,” answered Amara, who indicated the bed without sheets or blankets; Kurt assumed that must’ve belonged to Tabby during her time here.
“I’ve never been in here before,” realized Kurt as he took in the room. Amara had left Tabby’s side of the room unadorned, which stood in stark contrast to the profusion of color on the Brazilian beauty’s bed and wall. Photos of stunning white-sand beaches with cyan waters or of lush verdant vegetation punctuated by vivid blossoms and cascading waterfalls covered the wall above Amara’s bed, atop which lay a lavender comforter and royal-purple-clad pillows. Her uncluttered desk bore only the essentials for completing schoolwork.
The exotic beauty slipped out of her white-strapped wedges and stashed them under her bed, giving her guest a good look at her plush rear clad in denim shorts and her bare, toned legs. In one fluid motion, she spun onto her bed, a knowing look in her dark eyes. “You were staring at my traseiro, weren’t you?”
Kurt laughed. “Guilty as charged,” he confessed. “I hope you don’t mind?”
Amara rolled her eyes and shook her head, a playful smirk on her lips. “Of course not, Kurt,” she answered. “You saw me naked. I’d be surprised, and perhaps hurt, if you did not stare.”
The young man’s tail flicked. “I only saw most of you,” he corrected her. “I couldn’t see much once ve vere kissing, including ze part after your thong came off.”
Amara hummed in reply. After a moment’s consideration, she patted the bed beside her. “I make no promises about that, but I would like your continued company,” she finally answered. “I became accustomed during the cruise to having someone with me, and this room now seems too large and empty.”
Kurt smiled and seated himself as directed, and Amara surprised him by sidling up to him and resting her head on his shoulder. The young man slipped an arm around her waist; the young woman responded in kind. Everywhere their bodies came into contact, the Brazilian beauty’s body warmed his own.
They sat like that for some time in companionable silence. Neither teen even moved much, aside from Amara crossing her legs. For the most part, Kurt simply stared at the bare mattress across the room, but one glance at his companion showed her eyes pointed in the same direction. He wondered if she felt even stronger pangs of disappointment than he did at the blonde’s absence because of their time as roommates.
Amara’s forlorn sigh seemed to confirm Kurt’s suspicions. “Obrigado for staying with me, Kurt. Your presence truly has made me feel better.” She leaned up to kiss his cheek.
Kurt’s fur rippled at the contact. He turned to face her, and their eyes locked. “Maybe… instead of thinking about who isn’t here… ve should focus on who is,” he recommended. The grin that lit the Latina’s face encouraged him to capture her lips with his.
The Brazilian beauty began kissing back, her burning-hot lips and tongue exploring her companion’s with obvious gusto. She tangled one hand in the young man’s hair, while the other lighted on his knee. With each passing moment, Amara poured on the passion, as if drawing from an endless well within.
Kurt yelped in surprise when his companion climbed atop him, straddling his lap, her lips never leaving his. All the prior activity had naturally resulted in an erection, upon which Amara’s groin now rested. Whatever worries he had about her reaction to his obvious arousal faded at the sound of her happy hum, and they vanished entirely when she ground herself against him.
Their hands began to wander. Amara’s roamed Kurt’s back, shoulders, arms, and chest; Kurt’s traced the exotic beauty’s curves. Even his tail joined in the action, caressing the young woman’s calf and thigh. Amara, seeking every iota of contact, rubbed her body more fully against the young man. During all of this, they kept kissing, never losing momentum in the slightest.
Eventually, Kurt disengaged his lips from the young woman’s, only to trail them down her neck and shoulders, savoring the intense warmth of her dark skin. Her moans encouraged him to proceed along her collarbone, where he noticed Amara’s breasts, now freed from the confines of her top. All the grinding against me must’ve pulled the shirt down, he surmised. Not wanting to waste another moment for introspection, the young man seized the opportunity – or opportunities – presented.
Within moments, Kurt’s manual manipulations drove his companion’s hips faster and more firmly against him. The increasingly-vigorous motion practically forced Amara’s bosom into his face, so he trailed his lips over the warm, soft flesh. Lightly suckling the nipples provoked a throaty moan from the young woman.
“Kurt, please,” she pled, “let’s undress to continue.” With a sheepish giggle, she added, “Before I ruin my underwear any worse!”
Over the next few minutes, the two teens took their time peeling each other’s clothing off piece by piece. Amara ran her hands through Kurt’s fur almost constantly, while his hands continuously caressed her warm, brown skin as he bared her body. He couldn’t help but note how she gasped in delight when he grabbed her rear, nor could he fail to see the darkened damp patch on her bright-orange thong as he removed the sodden garment.
Eyes burning with desire, the panting Amara brushed the young man’s blue length with her fingertips, eliciting a groan. “Ever since that night in the cabin, I think about this often,” admitted the exotic beauty, her voice laced with primal need. She gripped Kurt’s member a bit more firmly and gave it a few purposeful tugs.
Reveling in the sensation of Amara’s warm hand working his length, Kurt groaned for his gorgeous companion’s benefit, “Zat feels zer gut.” His grip on her shapely rear tightened. His tail wriggled on the bed.
“We should place a towel,” suggested the Brazilian beauty. “We don’t want to stain the sheets when we climax.” Kurt’s fur rippled in anticipation at the thought.
Amara climbed off her bedmate and, hanging partway over the edge of the bed, fished around for a towel. Kurt scooted aside to give her room to wriggle around as needed, but the new position also gave the young man quite the view of the Brazilian girl’s backside. In addition to those perfect brown hemispheres, he caught glimpses of her sex, glistening with her arousal, while she searched. He felt his manhood twitch in anticipation, nearly unbridled in its excitement.
Amara rolled over, towel in hand, which she soon spread across the bed’s topmost sheet. She flashed her companion a grin. “I could feel you staring again,” she told him heatedly.
“You’re so sexy,” Kurt replied, just as heatedly. He ran a finger along the narrow strip of hair on her groin, drawing a soft, needy moan from Amara’s lips. “Before ve go any further,” he began, hopeful and nervous all at once, “how far do you vant to take zis? I know you’re just starting to explore, so I don’t vant to pressure you.”
The Brazilian beauty didn’t answer right away. Her dark eyes roamed up and down Kurt’s furry form with intensity. “When I bonded with the volcano,” she began, “I felt something inside me – como dizer? – awaken. Now that we have left the boat and I am again on the ground, I realize that it is my desires… my passions.”
Her dark eyes rose to meet his; and in them Kurt saw a deep well of desire, awakened and poised to erupt. “You’re certain?” he asked his companion as they climbed into position, one in which Amara lay on her back, spread-legged, dark tresses fanned around her head.
A nervous giggle bubbled forth from her. “Tabby told me you – como ela disse? – ‘showed her a good time,’” explained the exotic beauty. “I trust her, so I trust you.” She fixed him with a smoldering gaze. “Also, my coisinha is eager for you.”
Kurt swallowed. “P-Protection?”
“My powers,” answered Amara. “According to the royal physicians, my heat is too intense for latex, so condoms would certainly break. They also think I am too hot for, ah, sperm to survive,” she added, her voice tinged with a mix of embarrassment and sadness.
Kurt’s jaw worked wordlessly for a few moments while he processed what he’d just heard. Questions whirled through his mind. “You mean… you might never… have children? Ze natural vay, I mean.”
The Latina shrugged. “None of the doctors could say for certain, so they gave me the – como dizer? - the implant, just in case.” She giggled. “Even though my children would stand so far down the line for the throne of Nova Roma, they wanted to ensure the royal family would endure no scandal from me.”
Kurt hummed. “I remember hearing rumors you vere some sort of princess. I didn’t think zey vere true.”
“I’m not in the direct line of succession. My tia e tio are the current king and queen,” Amara explained, “so my eldest cousin stands next, followed by his siblings, then my parents, and my older sister. In all, I have nine people ahead of me,” she finished with a giggle.
With that topic having run dry, the two teens resumed caressing one another, not wanting to lose momentum because of the digression. Kurt broke the brief silence: “Danke for indulging my curiosity. Now, zough, I’m nervous.”
Amara’s face scrunched into a puzzled expression. “Nervous? About what?”
“I don’t vant to, ah, burn things,” explained the young man; his tail flicked to underscore his unease at the prospect.
The Nova Roman princess laughed. “You don’t need to worry, Kurt! Tabby’s fingers suffered no injury.” She palmed her companion’s manhood to ensure he’d remain stiff.
Kurt laughed too. “Ach, good point,” he responded aloud, while his hands kneaded his bedmate’s breasts. “Alright, if you’re ready, I’m ready.”
Amara responded by putting her arms around Kurt’s neck and locked lips with him, intense with passionate desire. Her hips arched eagerly. The moment her sex contacted his, her head fell back onto her pillow, pulling their mouths apart. A long, needy moan erupted from her mouth as Kurt began his entry.
For his part, the young man fought not to slide fully into the Brazilian beauty too quickly, but her slippery sex didn’t seem to offer an ounce of resistance. He soon became sheathed completely inside the young woman, and the sheer intense heat of her nearly took his breath away. Kurt didn’t dare start moving, lest he risk finishing before his partner could really enjoy herself.
The princess had other ideas, however, because she began rocking her hips beneath him. Wet squishing noises arose from the conjunction of their bodies. Every movement she made, it seemed, fueled the next; and her accompanying moans filled her room.
Kurt gritted his teeth and battled the rapidly-rising tide of pleasure building in his loins. The Brazilian beauty’s slick heat working his length whited out all other sensations, and he knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. His manhood and tail both twitched in warning. Maybe if I can pull out, his scrambled brain plotted, I can cool off…
Using every last iota of his willpower, the young man pushed himself back. An audible squish accompanied his exit from his partner’s wet heat. Kurt let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. His member, dripping with a mix of their fluids, pulsed.
Still clutching Kurt’s neck, the young woman whimpered in protest. She surged forward, recapturing her companion’s lips and reinitiating contact between her sodden nethers and his still-twitching erection. Her hips tried to resume their prior rhythmic thrusting, but – because she hadn’t secured reentry – their privates merely glided against one another.
Caught off-guard by the Latina’s maneuver, what little remained of Kurt’s control crumbled. The young man’s hips seemed to take on a life of their own, desperately seeking to penetrate his partner once more. Through sheer dumb luck, their respective parts realigned, and Kurt felt himself plunge back into the young woman’s wet, welcoming warmth.
A groan escaped the juncture of their mouths at the sensation, one soon followed by others of its kind as he started pumping his hips. Pleasure poured throughout his psyche. She moaned back and met his movements, while the wet noises of her nethers filled the room. The last of Kurt’s resistance to his own urge to climax melted – or, perhaps, boiled – away inside the crucible of the exotic beauty’s body.
Just as Kurt hurtled over the edge of ecstasy, several things happened at once. The young woman beneath him reached her peak as well, as signified by the bucking of her hips and the coating of Kurt’s entire manhood in her feminine fluids. All the extra lubrication made the young man’s member slip out of her and spurt his seed onto her groin, stomach, and sex. Swept up in the rush of his peak, Kurt blurted out a name: “Amanda! Ohhh, Amanda!”
Both teens panted as their orgasms subsided, and Kurt eased himself to one side of his erstwhile lover. He turned to favor her with a wide grin, one which immediately faded when he saw the young woman staring at the ceiling, her face somewhat scrunched into a wounded expression. “Amanda? Vhat’s wrong?”
She turned her head to face him, her own face a mask of indignant fury. Her dark eyes burned like twin coals. “How dare you. I am Princess Amara Alexandra Tatiana Esperança Otávia Izabel Aquila,” the young woman announced in a tone Kurt could only describe as ‘regal.’ A breath hissed through her nose. “I am not Amanda.”
The magnitude of his error fell atop Kurt like an avalanche. His eyes widened, and his tail lashed. “Mein Gott,” he whispered. “Amara… I am so, so sorry…”
Amara sat up, her back to him, cutting off any further apologies Kurt might offer. “Gather your clothes and leave,” she commanded. “We will not speak of this again.”
“Please, Amara,” pleaded Kurt. “Ze names are so similar; it vas a slip of ze tongue.”
“I said leave,” Amara reiterated, more forcefully than before. Her dark brown skin began to shift towards a reddish-orange, heralding the early stages of her transformation into her Magma form. “I will incinerate your clothes if you do not obey.”
Chastened and sensing the young woman’s hurt ran too deep for him to soothe, Kurt gathered his clothes as quickly as he could. With the bundle in his arms, he turned for one last look at the princess, who’d begun to blot herself dry. She refused eye contact, and the young man decided to cut his losses and teleport back to his room.
“I can’t believe I did zat! I must be ze planet’s biggest idiot!” Kurt berated himself when he arrived. Disgusted with himself, he threw his clothes into his hamper. “A fitting end to zat verdammt cruise.” He fell onto his bed, staring at a particular spot on the ceiling, one he always stared at while moping. “I shouldn’t have even gone.”
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A/N: Greetings, readers. This chapter came along much faster than the last few, mostly because I had more time and more drive to write. I don't know when the next one will get done, though I want to strike while the iron's hot, so to speak; that said, I have a fairly major commitment to an upcoming play (again). On the other hand, my job will be less demanding of time and energy this for the next few months. So we'll see.
As always, I welcome feedback in the form of reviews or PM on the forums.
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