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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 List
- 10
- 11
- 12
Textual note: Asterisks * denote mutually-understood speech in a non-English language.
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Chapter 11: Catch and Release
- Fetish (mild)

The sun sat low on the horizon, painting the sky with a dazzling array of oranges and pinks, with the puffy cumulus clouds’ edges taking on the first purples heralding the oncoming night. Balmy breezes blew inland from the bay, billowing Kurt’s hair. Warm waves of cyan water lapped around his feet, where he stood on the edge of the terrestrial and aquatic worlds. Behind him, the same wind rustled through the tree branches, a sort of soft, soothing natural static. Laughter and the sound of splashing a little to his left drew Kurt’s attention.
What he saw astounded him.
Perched atop a large, flat rock not far away, a strange yet familiar figure reclined as if sunning itself. A full head of luxurious red hair contrasted with fair skin and fell in a thick curtain that only somewhat obscured an ample bosom. At the waist, though, flawless human skin transitioned into green scales; where Kurt would’ve expected long, lean legs, a sleek piscine tail took shape, terminating in a broad fin, which twitched placidly against the rock.
*Hi there,* she greeted the young man with an alluring grin and flawless German. *Don’t be afraid; I won’t hurt you. I’m a mermaid, not a siren,* she reassured him with a giggle.
As he neared the mermaid, Kurt recognized the face and figure as belonging to one Jean Grey. *What’re you doing here?* he asked.
*Basking,* she answered in a playful tone, as if that should’ve been obvious. With a pout, the redhead gestured at the shallow water surrounding her rock. *Unfortunately, I lost track of time. The tide’s gone out, so now I’m stuck.*
Kurt chuckled at the somewhat-unusual expression she wore. *Maybe I could help you somehow? I could carry you into deeper waters,* he offered, *if you promise not to drown me.*
*I told you before,* laughed Jean, *I’m not a siren.* With that, the mermaid wriggled to the edge of her rock and held out her arms expectantly.
Kurt stooped to heft the redhead into his arms, carrying her bridal-style with her arms around his neck. He didn’t set out for deeper water just yet, however, because he found himself entranced by the mermaid’s dazzling emerald eyes. The young man also became almost painfully aware of her skin, warm and smooth, against the one hand, which by necessity rested on her ribs, tantalizingly close to the swell of one breast.
Pink tinged Jean’s cheeks, and a shy smile spread across her face. *You’re quite handsome,* she told him. *I like the way you’re looking at me right now.*
*You’re stunningly beautiful,* replied Kurt, his tone hushed with awe. His tail lashed with excitement. He found himself drifting closer to her.
Jean’s lips met his, catching the young man by surprise, especially once she added tongue. She pulled herself close, her soft bosom pressing against him, and moaned into Kurt’s mouth. One of her hands tangled in his hair, at which point he began to match her passion.
They kissed like that for some time, until the redhead drew back, suckling Kurt’s lower lip until the last possible moment. *Wanna hear a secret about mermaids, handsome?* asked Jean huskily. At his nod, she continued: *If you were to carry one of us ashore, past the high-tide mark, our fin would transform into…* She trailed off. *What do you call them? Feet?*
Kurt laughed. *Legs and feet,* he confirmed. *Would you like me to carry you there instead?*
The mermaid bit her lip and fixed the young man holding her with an intense gaze. *I’ve always been… curious,* she purred in the most suggestive tone he’d ever heard her use.
Every single follicle of fur on Kurt’s body, it felt like, stiffened at the sound of it. He began climbing the shore with his gorgeous cargo, who for now seemed content to share an electric gaze and tangle her fingers in his fur. For some reason, teleportation didn’t even occur to him.
When they crossed the high-tide line, Jean darted in once more for a lengthy kiss, one which Kurt wholeheartedly returned. As it wound down and they pulled apart, the redhead gasped with unabashed glee. *Oh my! Just look at them!* she gushed, pointing excitedly.
Kurt let his eyes follow the lines of Jean’s body as indicated by her extended finger. Just past the swirl of the navel – where before the scales had begun – her exquisite fair skin now continued unabated. Beyond the patch of crimson curls atop her crotch, the lines of her long, lean legs now stretched before his gaze, flowing into a pair of slender feet, the narrow toes of which wiggled with excitement. *Quite lovely,* he murmured in awed reply.
Jean giggled, *I can’t wait to try them out! Would you please set me down?* Kurt complied, but she wobbled as soon as her feet landed on the sand. When she lost her balance, she clung to him, her body pressed close to his. *That’s harder than I thought!*
The young man held the taller girl by the hips to steady her, he couldn’t deny how much he enjoyed the feel of her nude body so close. *Don’t worry; I’ve got you,* he reassured her. *It takes us a while to master it too.* After a moment’s thought, he asked, *Would you like me to help you lie down?*
*Good idea, handsome,* replied the redhead, sparing a moment for a peck on Kurt’s lips before they descended. Once guided into a reclining position on the sand, Jean stretched her legs and ran her hands along them. Meanwhile, her luxurious crimson tresses seemed to have fallen back, behind her shoulders, completely exposing her full bosom’s perfect teardrops, crowned with pointed pink nipples, to Kurt’s eager gaze.
To hide his erection, the young man knelt beside his companion. Wearing a somewhat-forced smile, he asked, *Do they feel nice, at least?*
Jean only nodded in response, too enamored with stroking her legs for a more-involved reply. *This is curious,* she mused as her hand approached the juncture of her thighs. A moment later, as her fingers explored her folds, a startled gasp escaped her lips. *Quite curious indeed!* she enthused.
Kurt swallowed, eyes fixed on the sight of Jean’s nimble fingers gliding along her most intimate flesh. The carnation pink of the inner region began to glisten deliciously with arousal and coat her questing digits. His fur ruffled, and his tail lashed. *It is interesting, isn’t it?* he half-echoed. *May I try?*
Jean’s eyes widened; after considering for a moment, she moved her hand to grant him access. *Please,* she pleaded, in a tone that made Kurt’s member twitch.
Unable to restrain himself longer, the young man reached out to explore the contours of the gorgeous redhead’s nethers with one of his unusual fingers. With his other hand, he grasped and kneaded the supple flesh of her bosom, one breast at a time. Kurt’s efforts elicited more gasps from his companion, which soon yielded to soft mewls of pleasure, which in turn swiftly transmuted into noisome moans. He grinned at the way she dug her fingers into the sand when he pinched and rolled her nipples between his finger and thumb, or the way her toes curled when his fingertip swirled circles on the swollen, sensitive nub at the apex of her sex.
*More!* she cried, just before wrapping her arms around his neck. Kurt started to rub faster, but Jean shook her head. *What you’re doing makes me want…* She trailed off into a needy moan, and her thighs clamped around his hand to still it.
The fuzzy mutant’s fur rippled to hear the sheer need in Jean’s voice, and to feel it in the way she dug her fingers into his shoulders and neck. He recognized the scrunched-brow expression she now wore, from their previous dalliances, as “mid-orgasm.” He leaned down to plant kisses along Jean’s neck and shoulder and collarbone.
Gradually, the redhead relaxed as her climax subsided, and she smiled up at the young man who’d pleasured her. Jean hooked her legs around Kurt’s waist, while her emerald eyes met his pale-gold pair. *I want this,* she whispered heatedly. *I want you.*
Up to this point, Kurt had assumed he’d been wearing clothes of some sort; at least, he didn’t recall not wearing any clothing. All at once, though, the young man became aware of his nakedness and of the proximity of his aching erection to its desired destination. Contact between the tip of his member and the redhead’s warm, wet flesh wrung from his throat a groaned *I want you too.* With that, he plunged his length into his companion’s waiting depths.
Around them, the whole world seemed to ripple, as if barely able to maintain its coherence. Jean gasped and gripped Kurt with fingers, legs, and nethers. Her stunning green eyes, wide with surprise, darted side to side as she processed the sensations *Kurt?* she blurted, dropping the “naïve mermaid” character. *What’re you doing in my dream?*
Afraid she felt angry or violated, Kurt licked his lips. *Jean… I’m sorry… I thought it was my dream,* he explained. *I’ll stop,* he promised before starting to pull out.
Jean clung to him, however, holding him in place. *Don’t,* she reassured him. *Like I said, this was my dream. I just didn’t know it was really you until you entered me.* She gave him a shy, if meaningful, smile.
*You feel so real,* marveled the young man as he initiated a slow, steady, gentle thrusting rhythm.
The redhead beneath him gasped in delight. *So do you!* she agreed. *I’ll – ooh! – figure out the details in the morning. For now…* Her sentenced trailed off into a moan.
The two teens soon synchronized their bodies’ movements, based on memories of their prior trysts, into a brisk yet unhurried pace. Their lips met again and again for brief, intense kisses. Their bodies pressed close, fur on skin, wherever possible.
Jean tangled her fingers in Kurt’s hair, while her legs remained wrapped around his waist like a vice. Her womanhood gripped and squeezed him with every thrust, her innermost muscles massaging his manhood in a most marvelous manner. *I’ve always wanted to have sex on the beach,* she moaned.
*Except here, sand won’t go places it shouldn’t,* observed the furry mutant gratefully, punctuating the statement with a squeeze of one luscious breast. Every part of her gripped every part of him tighter, which encouraged Kurt to give the other half of Jean’s bosom the same treatment. He reveled in the feeling of her slick heat clenching around his length.
The redhead tightened her grip still more, and her face scrunched up once again. Breathy moans, one after another, passed her lips. The young man grinned at the sight: Jean, one of the most beautiful girls he’d ever met, lost in the throes of passion thanks to his efforts as a lover. To let her savor her climax, he paused.
*Kurt… it’s been so long,* she mewled as her orgasm subsided. *I’d forgotten how good this feels – how intense.* Her tongue darted between her delicious lips. *I missed this.*
*Me too,* Kurt replied, stroking Jean’s cheek tenderly. *You’ll always be special to me, you know, since you were my first.*
Jean nuzzled his hand. *From what I hear, the first of many,* she retorted. Before Kurt could protest, she placed a finger on his lips. *I’m not jealous, exactly,* she reassured him. *Knowing what a great lover you’d become just makes me wish we’d kept things going between us, instead of letting them fizzle out.*
Relieved and gratified by the beautiful redhead’s compliment, Kurt took her hand in his and kissed her palm. They shared a smile, followed by a deep, lingering kiss. The young man resumed thrusting, eager to enjoy this unusual opportunity to the fullest. *I thought we agreed to talk things over in the morning,* he reminded her.
*Right,* she acknowledged just before a low moan escaped her. Jean clung tightly to Kurt, seemingly unable to glean sufficient contact between their bodies. Her heels dug into Kurt’s back as if spurring him to go faster. He complied.
Soon their combined cries of delight drowned out the sound of the ocean’s waves. Jean tangled her fingers in Kurt’s hair as she ascended to her peak once more, and her thighs pressed around his waist. Kurt felt her slick heat tighten around him, and his own loins tightened in response as he neared his own peak.
Around the two teens coupling on the white-sand beach, the world around them dissolved into white nothingness.

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A playful voice roused Kurt from his slumber with the words, “Wakey, wakey, handsome.”
Face-down in his pillow, the young man cracked an eyelid, but he couldn’t see the origin of the voice. As his brain became gradually more alert, he identified the voice as belonging to Jean Grey, the younger (and prettier) of the Mansion’s two resident telepaths. An uncomfortable, cool, damp sensation in his boxers registered next, which brought with it, in a sudden rush of images, memories of the dream he’d had overnight, the cause of the dampness. His tail twitched. *Jean? Where are you?* he muttered in his native German, too drowsy to try to translate.
*Right beside you, if you’ll turn over,* she replied with a giggle.
Curious, Kurt rolled onto one side, where the sight that greeted him provided quite a shock: the gorgeous redhead lying in bed with him, on her side facing him, sheet clutched to her chest, a shy smile on her lips, emerald eyes fixed on his pale-gold pair. *What’re you doing in my room? In my bed?* he muttered.
*And I thought you were a romantic,* she sighed, her smile fading. *I thought you’d appreciate waking up with the woman you’d just bedded, even if she were merely a mental projection.* At Kurt’s bemused, confused stare, she reiterated: *I’m not really here, Kurt. I’m in my own room, in my own bed.*
Kurt nodded. With a meaningful glance at the area where the sheet began to obscure her figure, he asked, *Are you naked?*
Jean laughed and shook her head. *I’m wearing my usual night-shirt – the light blue one?*
Kurt also laughed. *Would you mind putting it on? It’ll be easier to talk if you’re wearing something.*
The redhead snapped her fingers, and a bright white light enveloped her for a moment. When the flash subsided, she now reclined atop the sheets, clad in the aforementioned sleepwear, which nonetheless hung barely to mid-thigh, leaving her long, athletic legs on display. *Better?* she teased.
Kurt sat up. *Better,* he confirmed. *So… about last night…*
The projection fidgeted, tucking a crimson tress behind her ear. *Right. First off, I’m really sorry for dragging you into my wet dream,* she apologized. *I didn’t mean to. My mind must’ve reached out to yours unconsciously, based on our, erm, history.*
*I didn’t mind that surprise,* Kurt reassured her. *Not only did I have fun, I felt flattered you’d still want me after all this time,* he admitted with a shy smile.
*A year and a half,* supplied the apparition. *Going without for so long… you might say I’ve been tightly wound lately.* She flashed a playful smile. *Like I said in the dream, I shouldn’t have let us drift apart.*
*It wasn’t just you. I let things fizzle, too,* protested Kurt. *I’m sorry for that, and for your, ah, frustrations.* He licked his lips, trying to figure out how to ask what he currently wondered. Ultimately, he settled on, *A year and a half?*
The telepath made a sour face. *You’re crazy if you think I’d ever, in any universe, sleep with Duncan Matthews,* she informed him in a terse tone, her eyes sharp like daggers.
*Actually, I was wondering about, ah, Scott,* Kurt replied uneasily. *I know you two haven’t been together long, but…* His tail lashed, but he decided the truth couldn’t hurt at this juncture. *He’s liked you for a long time.*
Jean’s expression shifted into a fond smile. *Same here,* she replied. *Without getting into specifics, he’s not ready for that kind of intimacy, so we’re taking things slowly – too slowly for my libido, it turns out,* she noted wryly.
Now agitated, the young man stood and started pacing, and his tail lashed behind him with each step. *What we did last night… I don’t want it to ruin things for you two. Scott’s my best friend, and you’re my… you’re quite dear to me. I want you two to be happy together,* he explained.
*Relax, Kurt,* soothed Jean. *When Scott and I started dating, we talked about how my telepathy might affect our relationship. Y’know, privacy and jealousy and such.* She sat up and offered a reassuring smile. *We agreed that what happens in dreams, stays in dreams.*
The young man regarded the apparition thoughtfully. *That sounds like it should only apply to regular wet dreams,* he argued. *What happened last night is different.*
A frown creased Jean’s lips. *What’re you saying? Last night was a mistake?*
*Not a mistake,* Kurt sighed; he could hear Jean’s tone becoming defensive, with a strong undertone of hurt. To avoid hurting her feelings further, he chose his next words carefully. *Last night was an accident of your powers, a little like that first time when I teleported into your room while you were…*
*Pleasuring myself,* supplied Jean.
Kurt nodded and tried not to dwell on the memories of how she’d looked that night, naked and lost in her own pleasure. The blush he then saw color Jean’s cheeks indicated he hadn’t quite succeeded in that endeavor. Refocusing, he forged ahead: *Anyway, if it happens again, we should stop before it goes further.*
*A one-time thing?* the redhead sighed. *You’re probably right,* she conceded. With a start, she added, *I hope you don’t think I was just using you as some sort of mental sex doll.*
*Not at all,* replied Kurt, who by now had relaxed enough to sit back down on his bed. *I’m curious, though,* he began, tail twitching. *Everything felt so real. How?*
With a grin, Jean answered, *Two ways. First, using telepathy, I can stimulate the parts of your brain associated with interpreting sensory input. Since I’m not here, I can’t actually touch your arm.* The apparition reached out to brush the young man’s arm, at which contact his fur stood on end. *I can, however, trick you into thinking I did; or, if you prefer, I’m stroking the part of your brain tied to your arm.*
*Wow,* Kurt breathed. *That’s… really impressive.*
*The second, tougher part is tapping into your memories of how things should feel based on past experience. For example, when you touched my breasts last night,* she continued, *I called up your memories of how they should feel in your hands.* Kurt shifted uncomfortably, but Jean raised a mollifying hand. *I won’t, erm, demonstrate that part just now, however.*
*All that sounds so complicated,* Kurt marveled, shaking his head, *but you did it in your sleep.*
The redhead shrugged. *What can I say? I’m good in bed,* she quipped.
Caught off-guard by the sort of comment he’d have expected from Tabby, Kurt laughed. *That’s certainly true,* he complimented her. *Even though it’d only been a few weeks for me, I needed it too.*
*Thanks, Kurt. I’m glad you don’t regret it,* Jean replied. With a wink, she added, *Just try not to dwell on it when I go as the Not-So-Little Mermaid for Halloween this year, okay?*
Kurt laughed. *I hope you’ve got a plan besides “long hair” for keeping decent!*
The would-be mermaid giggled. “I certainly can’t use a seashell bra, if that’s what you’re suggesting,” she retorted, suddenly switching to English. At the young man’s bewildered expression, Jean explained: “C-shells won’t fit me.”
Groaning, Kurt shook his head. *You switched languages just to make that joke, didn’t you?*
*Guilty as charged. Puns don’t translate well,* she answered, unashamed.
The two teens sat for a long moment in silence, one which seemed to stretch well past the point of discomfort.
*So…* they both said at the same time, just to break that silence.
*Now that we’ve had this chat, we should probably get out of bed and start the day,* Jean suggested. She darted in to plant a kiss on Kurt’s forehead. *Thanks for taking good care of me, handsome.*
*Thanks for, ah, inviting me to join you,* replied the young man.
The redhead smirked. *See you… out there,* she bade him farewell. With a snap of her fingers and a flash of light, the projection of Jean’s psyche vanished.
For a long moment after she left, Kurt stared at where the phantom had lain, wondering how things might’ve turned out differently if they’d pursued each other when they’d had the chance. Waking up to see her first thing in the morning was nice, he mused, but I really do hope she and Scott – lucky fellow! – will be happy together.
The lonely German mutant finally got out of bed, destined first for his underwear drawer, intent on putting on a clean pair to replace the ones that now, thanks to the shared dream with Jean, needed laundering. What would it be like, to truly wake up beside someone, not just a projection? To wake up beside someone I love, no less? Will I ever know? he wondered as he began to dress for the day ahead.
In the corner of Kurt’s underwear drawer, behind and beneath all his boxers and socks, a hot-pink thong sat, forgotten and unseen.
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A/N: Greetings, readers. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, which gives some closure to the Kurt/Jean "relationship" that happened in chapter 1 and the start of chapter 2. As I'd progressed with the rest of the story, I'd thought about revisiting the pairing, which seemed to appeal to several of you who reviewed; but by that point, I'd moved the story too far ahead. I didn't really want to do a flashback, so this is what I decided on. I also enjoy writing dream chapters, because dreams are so weird and I don't have to worry about "how do they get from point A to point B."
Also, just FYI, there are only a scant handful of chapters remaining, with a couple of much-clamored-for girls coming soon.
I always welcome feedback, in the form of reviews or PMs on the forum.
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