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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
Disclaimer: I make no money from the writing of this story. All characters and locations of X-Men: Evolution belong to Marvel.

Chapter List
- 15
- 16
- 17
Chapter 16: To Life
- Angst, Other (religious themes)
In the days following their victory over Apocalypse, a strange malaise settled over the denizens of 1407 Greymalkin Lane. Nobody seemed to know what to do with themselves besides enact the barest semblances of daily routine – wake up, go to school, train in the Danger Room, eat, shower, and sleep, only to begin the cycle anew the next day. Having faced extinction and survived made the daily grind feel rather pointless.
Even the normally-effervescent Kitty seemed listless when she met with Kurt for their weekly movie night. “If you’re not feeling it tonight, I completely understand, Katzchen,” offered the fuzzy mutant as they approached the sofa in the den.
The petite brunette shrugged. “I’m not really up for a movie or whatever,” she replied, “but I still wanna, like, hang out. Maybe we could just, like, talk?”
Kurt sat on the sofa, which in the past had proven ideally suited for enjoying films; he hoped it’d prove just as comfortable for conversation. “Things have been so crazy lately,” he agreed as Kitty settled down nearby.
The young woman giggled. “Talk about an understatement! When we lost the Professor and Storm, I thought we were totally toast!” She gestured to the Mansion around them. “But… here we are. Apocalypse is gone, maybe for good.”
Her expression fell. “Ever since that day, though, I’ve wondered… how do we move on? Where do we go from here?”
“Me too,” admitted Kurt. “I feel like Frodo at ze end of Lord of ze Rings.”
Kitty rolled her eyes. “You didn’t, like, get stabbed by a Morgul-blade, poisoned by a giant spider, or have a finger bitten off,” she reminded him half-teasingly.
“I got beaten up by Apocalypse!” Kurt sniffed somewhat melodramatically. “Doesn’t zat count?”
Kitty giggled and conceded, “Half-credit.” More seriously, she asked, “How’re you feeling, by the way? Did you have a concussion after all?”
Kurt rapped a knuckle on his head. “Luckily, I have a thick skull!”
“I’ll say!” replied the brunette with a laugh.
After a lengthy pause in the now-dry conversation, Kitty turned to face Kurt, sitting cross-legged, a pensive expression on her face. “We’re friends, right, Kurt?”
Puzzled, Kurt furrowed his brow. “Of course, Katzchen. Vhy vould you ask zat?”
“It’s just…” Kitty’s hands wrung in her lap. “Religious stuff. You’re the only one here who I feel comfortable talking about it to, even though I know you’re, like, Catholic and I’m obviously not.”
Kurt relaxed into a smile, remember Kitty telling him animatedly about spending Hanukkah with her parents this past winter, and, more recently, Passover. “I’m not exactly vhat you’d call ‘observant,’” he reassured her. “Besides, I’m genuinely curious; I don’t know much about Judaism.”
The petite brunette stopped wringing her hands and began fiddling with the lower hem of her mint-green tee. “After everything that happened, I’ve been wondering, like, ‘Why am I still here?’ Y’know?” She shook her head, and signature chestnut ponytail lashed with the motion.
The furry mutant’s tail flicked back and forth, echoing Kitty’s fidgeting. “I’ve been vondering stuff like zat, too; I think everyone is,” he replied. “Vhere do ve go from here?”
Kitty nodded, her ponytail bouncing. “That’s a better way to put it, Kurt. I’d come to think that, like, HaShem gave us our gifts for a reason, a purpose; and then there’s this big threat, one that needed all of us, working together, to protect the world.”
“HaShem?” echoed Kurt, confused.
“We Jews consider God’s names so holy, we don’t use them, except during services as part of the readings from Torah and stuff. We’ve come up with a ton of euphemisms for God – like HaShem, meaning simply ‘the Name,’” she explained.
Kurt nodded thoughtfully as he processed that. “As Adam and Eve vere made stewards of ze garden,” mused Kurt, remembering the gist – if not the precise language – of his catechism. “Maybe our purpose is to continue zat stewardship.”
“Maybe,” mused Kitty in return, who still seemed pensive. “That’s still, like, super broad, y’know? I guess I always thought my purpose would be more like a specific task.” Her mouth quirked. “Something like HaShem commanding Moshe to command Pharaoh to free my people.”
Kurt scratched his head, plumbing his memory for half-forgotten Bible stories. “Didn’t he do a bunch more stuff after zat?”
The Jewish girl giggled. “Good point – bad example of what I mean. Maybe Noach instead? He builds his ark, he gathers the animals, he survives the Flood, and he’s done.” Her brow knitted together. “Noach was an old man, though, with three adult sons when the word of HaShem came to him. I’m only sixteen!” She fell backward onto the sofa melodramatically. “Only sixteen, and my life is already totally over!”
Chuckling, Kurt shook his head. “And you vanted me to be serious for zis conversation,” he sniffed playfully.
“I guess I’ve, like, had enough ‘serious’ for a while,” Kitty giggled. “We totally saved the world, but you wouldn’t know it from the way everybody’s behaving.”
“Everybody’s acting like ve should be holding a funeral or something,” agreed Kurt. “How can ve cheer people up?”
“Dunno,” answered the petite brunette. “We probably can’t until we’ve, like, shaken the feeling ourselves.”
The young man pondered that for a bit. “You’re still not in ze mood for a movie?”
Kitty sat up once more and shrugged. “I did wanna thank you for talking with me, though!” With a sudden grin, she darted forward for an ebullient embrace. “You’re just the best, Kurt. Nobody as sweet as you deserves all the crap that’s happened to you.”
With a sad smile, Kurt hugged her back. “Zat… means a lot to me, Katzchen. Danke.” Deep down, he felt like he’d actually shot himself in the foot a couple of times. He didn’t feel like arguing the point, though, so he just savored the feeling of Kitty in his arms, even if only platonically.
The embrace lingered for far longer than either teen intended or anticipated. The fruity scent of Kitty’s hair filled Kurt’s nose, and the feel of her petite body against him felt increasingly sublime with each passing moment. Every instinct in his body screamed at him to let his hands wander, to sample the softness of her mint-green tee – along with the softness of whatever parts of her lurked beneath the fabric.
“Kurt,” murmured the young woman, pulling him from his dazed reverie, “you’re, like, trembling.”
I’m not trembling, he thought, recalling the scene from Empire Strikes Back. With a shaky voice, Kurt replied aloud, “Ve… ve should stop zis, before I mess things up betveen us.” Kitty backed away – not enough to release him, but enough for him to see her confused and somewhat hurt expression. He felt compelled to explain: “I’m getting turned on, Katzchen, making me vant to touch you in vays you might not vant me to.”
Kitty gave him an incredulous look. “If I didn’t want you to touch me, you literally couldn’t,” she reminded him.
Kurt chuckled, conceding the point. “Still… every time I’ve taken things past ze level of ‘just friends,’ it’s gone…” The young man trailed off, trying to think of the right ward; he finally settled on making a soft, raspy puff that he hoped sounded like an explosion. “I treasure our friendship too much to vant to ruin it.”
At this point, the petite brunette took Kurt’s face in her hands so she could look him square in the eyes. “Listen, Kurt – nothing you could do could possibly ruin our friendship, ‘kay?” Kitty put a finger on his lips to interdict his protest. “So what if you’re turned on? I’m totes hot and bothered right now too,” she admitted.
Kurt waggled his head to shake himself free of Kitty’s grasp. Lower, his body had reacted to her admission, but he tried not to dwell on the idea – of his long-time crush, now naked in his arms, panting for him, moaning needily at his every caress, inviting him with open legs, welcoming him into her slick heat, accepting every inch of his length, begging for more…
“N-Not helping,” he whimpered dazedly.
“Or am I?” whispered Kitty, her warm breath tickling Kurt’s lips. “You mustn’t mind this too much, or you’d have, like, teleported away already.” With that, she captured his lips in a tentative, tender kiss.
Years of longing poured forth from Kurt as he returned the kiss and deepened it, savoring the flavor of Kitty’s lips and tongue as a connoisseur would sample a rare vintage. The Jewish girl matched his passion at every turn, however, indicating she might’ve harbored similar pent-up desires. Both teens stroked one another’s neck and shoulders.
Nibbling on Kurt’s lip as she pulled away, Kitty ended the kiss with a whispered, “Wow.” Her soft blue eyes fluttered open. “Still friends, right, Kurt?”
Confused, the young man shrugged. “I guess so. Vhere are you going vit zis, Katzchen?” He searched his friend’s eyes for insight, but she looked down.
“I dunno,” she finally admitted. “Lance burned me pretty bad, and I’m still getting over that, y’know? But I think I wanna explore this” – here the brunette looked up with a trepidated expression – “for its own sake, for sure, but also to see if maybe you can help me finish getting over him.” She chewed her lip. “At the same time, I also just wanna, like, celebrate how, despite the odds, we’re still alive.” She chewed her lip some more. “Am I making any sense?”
“Zat’s a lot going on zere,” replied the young man diplomatically.
“Try feeling it all at the same time,” grumbled Kitty. Brightening, she remarked, “I’m sure German has a word that encompasses all those feelings.”
The German teen chuckled. “My native tongue truly is a dictionary for extremely-specific or complex emotions. Usually sorrows,” he added with a sigh.
Kitty giggled momentarily but caught herself. “Sorry, Kurt,” she apologized sheepishly. “I shouldn’t laugh at you like that.”
Kurt merely shrugged. “Some things are funny because zey’re true.” Changing the subject, he asked, “Vhen you said ‘celebrate zat ve’re alive’… vhat did you mean?”
Blushing, the brunette replied, “Ever since we thought the Professor and Storm died, I’ve felt kinda dead inside too, y’know? Even defeating Apocalypse didn’t make the feeling disappear.” Kitty leaned in close. “Kissing you made me feel alive again, Kurt.”
When their lips next met, Kurt could tell that the tenor of this encounter had shifted radically. He could taste the unfiltered need on Kitty’s lips and tongue and feel her yearning in the way her fingers tangled in his hair. His own hands gripped her by the waist, where his thumbs stroked her lowermost ribs through the fabric of her shirt. Soft noises of pleasure from both of them escaped the juncture of their lips.
Kitty’s hands migrated down Kurt’s neck to tug on his shirt. A moment later, he felt the unusual sensation of the young woman’s powers, just before feeling her hands directly on his furry chest and back. On instinct, the young man pulled his companion even closer, at which point she climbed into his lap, straddling him. Even through the twin layers of fabric comprising their shorts, he could feel the heat of her against his achingly-stiff erection.
Between kisses, Kurt managed to apologize with a rushed “Sorry, Katzchen.”
“Totes fine,” replied Kitty in a similarly-narrow window. “I told you – mmm! – I’m super turned on too.”
She darted back in to plunder his mouth with her tongue; but now, when she pressed flush against him, Kurt could no longer feel anything besides bare skin against his chest and beneath his hands. Emitting a noise of surprised pleasure, the furry mutant caressed her back and sides, garnering a similar noise from Kitty. The Jewish girl dug her fingers into Kurt’s arms and raked down to his hands, which she clasped and guided to her modest breasts.
Kitty pulled away to moan when Kurt pinched her nipples, rolling the stiffened tips between his unusual fingers. “Oh, wow, your hands feel so good!” she gushed. “I’d always kinda wondered what they’d feel like.”
Kurt’s companion began grinding herself against his erection, drawing a groan from his throat. He could hardly believe he now held, in his hands, the bare breasts of the girl he’d liked for the longest time. The soft flesh felt supple and, if Kitty’s continued mewls of delight were any indication, sensitive. “Right back at you,” he replied. “Before ve go much further, vhere is zis going? I don’t vant to pressure you.”
Kitty blushed but beamed. “That means the world to me, Kurt.” She turned away, as if embarrassed. “While we were dating, I sorta let Lance, like, pressure me into, like, doing it; and I’ve totally regretted it ever since.”
Kurt’s fur bristled at the revelation. He’d always thought that asshole Lance didn’t deserve to kiss the ground Kitty walked on (or phased through). He put all that out of mind for the moment, though, to listen as Kitty continued.
“With you, though, I feel totally safe while turned on at the same time,” the brunette told him with a gentle stroke of his cheek, “like I could say ‘stop’ at any time and you won’t get mad.” When Kurt shook his head, she bit her lip. “So… I think I wanna have sex with you. I think, with you, I might actually enjoy it this time.”
Kurt could only murmur his friend’s name while a complex cocktail of emotions swirled within him. On the one hand, he’d had a crush on Kitty ever since the day they’d met; the proffered opportunity to finally realize all the fantasies he’d had, therefore, exerted a powerful pull. On the other hand, this sounded like yet another one-night stand, something he’d sworn to give up.
Kitty’s plaintive blue eyes finally persuaded him. “Alright, Katzchen, I’ll do my best to make you feel good,” promised the young man. Maybe if this goes well, it won’t be just a one-time thing, he reasoned. His tail twitched with excitement at the prospect.
“Back at you,” giggled the brunette, who darted in for a momentary peck and rub of their noses. “Now, hold still while I get the rest of our clothes off.”
With that, Kitty reached between them to hook her fingers just inside the waistband of her companion’s boxers, while her other hand gripped her own shorts. In one coordinated movement, she yanked both at once, the garments phasing through their bodies. Casually, she tossed them aside.
Through the haze of his arousal, Kurt needed a long moment to process all the details of the situation: He was sitting, naked, on the sofa in the den, with an equally-naked Kitty straddling his erection, her slick heat now beginning to coat him with her arousal. Once the reality registered, the young man surged forward to kiss Kitty’s neck, while his hands gripped her pert rump. Even his tail contributed by caressing her svelte dancer’s legs.
Kitty moaned, “Oh, yes, Kurt, you’ve got me so turned on right now,” and sat higher on her knees. “Please… I can’t wait any longer. Since you’ve got more experience with this stuff, would you, um, put it in?”
“I’ve never done it zis vay before,” replied Kurt, “but I’ll try.” Using his tail to guide his member into position, though, he realized that he’d misspoken – Wanda on top probably counted, at least partially. He’d begun to correct himself when Kitty pushed herself downward, enveloping his manhood within her soaked sex.
Now that Kitty had welcomed Kurt’s length into her tight warmth, the German teen wondered, if only for a moment, if he’d ascended to Heaven. Like Jubilee and Amanda before her, Kitty had narrow hips and felt wonderfully tight; unlike them, she hadn’t insisted on a condom, letting him experience that tightness to the uttermost.
Earlier, Kitty had told Kurt about her people’s reverence for the holiness of God’s name, leading them to devise multiple ways to describe the divine. Kurt now began to understand why: some experiences simply defied words. When his eyes met hers, the young man could see she felt the same.
The petite brunette breathed her companion’s name and rested her forehead against his. “That feels so different from last time,” she marveled as her hips began to move. “You’re hitting this spot, like, super deep inside… Ohhh Kurt… never felt that before…”
Kurt couldn’t help but grin at Kitty’s enthusiasm, which seemed to grow exponentially with every thrust. He peppered her neck and collarbones with kisses and greedily massaged her butt and legs – anything to distract him from the breathtaking pleasure of her womanhood working his length. He didn’t dare thrust his hips too, for he desperately wanted to prolong this glorious experience, for the sake of maximizing her pleasure as much as his own.
Bouncing slowly in his lap, Kitty emitted breathy moans and mewls of delight. “I’ve never felt like this before, Kurt,” the petite girl marveled. “Feels so incredible… I can’t stop… don’t wanna stop!” She moaned, and her hips picked up their riding pace. “I had no idea sex could feel this good!”
“Me neither, Katzchen!” Kurt blurted. “I’ve vanted zis for so long… ach!” The young man gripped the couch cushion and fought the surge of pleasure that arose when Kitty shifted from a simple up-and-down motion to a fuller rolling of her hips. “I can’t hold back much longer if you do zat!”
“I can totally feel you twitching!” Kitty gasped. Her back arched, throwing her head back and giving her partner an unabated view of her petite, gloriously-nude body undulating in his lap – from her perky breasts crowned with small, dusky, pointy nipples; down her flat stomach with the shallow divot of her navel; to the well-trimmed brown curls adorning her groin, below which her sex now glided effortlessly, even eagerly, along his length. Her whole body seemed taut, like a bowstring fully drawn.
In a last, desperate attempt to distract himself into lasting longer, the young man darted forward to take one of Kitty’s nipples into his mouth, suckling and licking and nibbling. This backfired, as it only spurred his partner into a more-frenzied pace. This, in turn, shredded the last of Kurt’s resistance; he began to pump his own hips and plumb Kitty’s depths.
“Kurt!” yelped the young woman, barely registering through the daze of his pleasure to draw his attention to her pinched expression. “Something’s happening, this like tension or pressure building up, it’s amazing can’t get enough I need more Ineedmore moremoremore Kurtyesyesyesyesyes –“
Whatever else Kitty cried out as she peaked fell on deaf ears. The thought of making her climax launched Kurt headlong into his own. The intense pleasure pulsing through him left him breathless, unable to utter a single sound.
Neither of them could say how long they remained basking in the afterglow, panting greedily, chest to chest, cheek to cheek, a tangle of arms and legs. Eventually, Kitty began to squirm, so Kurt helped her lie on the couch, as carefully as possible to avoid any mess from his seed now starting to leak from her sex. The young man swiftly retrieved a box of tissues for his partner to clean herself with.
“Was that…? Did I just..?” murmured Kitty dazedly.
“An orgasm?” supplied Kurt. “I think so, Katzchen, but zere’s no vay I can say for sure. You… never had one before?”
Kitty shook her head, looking a little embarrassed. “Whenever I tried, um, on my own, it felt like… like trying to tickle myself, I guess?” She shrugged. “And, like I told you earlier, with Lance I felt so pressured I couldn’t, like, relax enough to get into it, or whatever.” She blushed and giggled. “Not to mention, he didn’t last nearly as long as you did, even with the condom.”
Kurt chuckled flatly, holding his tongue. Even if he’d never liked Lance, he’d tried to respect Kitty’s right to choose who she dated; but knowing the asshole had done such a terrible job with such a wonderful gift rankled the German teen. He consoled himself with the knowledge that Kitty had in fact initiated this with him and that she’d enjoyed herself enough to have an orgasm – her first, no less.
One question lingered, however: “Vhat happens betveen us now, Katzchen?”
Kitty bit her lip, her eyes flicking downward. “We should, um, stay ‘just friends.’ I don’t think we should’ve, like, done this after all.” At Kurt’s wounded reaction, she started to babble: “If I’d known before… I should’ve, like, checked or something…”
“You’re not making much sense,” Kurt objected tersely.
The young woman’s pale-blue eyes darted own to his now-softened member. “You’re not, like… I mean, your thing’s not… ummm… y’know… kosher?” Kitty tired to explain. At Kurt’s now-befuddled expression, she sighed as if bracing herself. “Circumcised. It’s, like, this huge deal for us.”
Kurt’s tail flicked, and he winced at the thought. “Oh… Sorry?”
The Jewish girl sat up and turned away to start gathering her clothes. “I just wish I’d known before, y’know? I know you didn’t, like, not tell me on purpose. Now that I know, though, we definitely shouldn’t do this again.”
Now more than a little put out, Kurt grumbled, “I thought ve both enjoyed vhat happened. Isn’t zat vhat should matter most?”
Kitty sighed as she slipped on her panties and shorts. “It probably sounds stupid, but I feel like I’ve broken this major rule and, like… let down my ancestors or my entire people or something.” She folded her arms over her dainty bust. “It’s just… kind of a deal-breaker for me.”
Kurt recoiled. “Do you expect me to mutilate my genitals for you?” he snapped.
The brunette flinched as if he’d physically stricken her. “No! Of course not. I just…” She sniffled and shook her head in frustration. “No matter how good the sex was, I can’t just, like, ignore or forget that kinda thing, okay?”
The German teen sighed and grabbed his clothes. “Fine. I’m sorry for not telling you, but it just didn’t occur to me.” He couldn’t keep the hurt out of his voice. Part of him didn’t care.
Kitty nodded and sniffled again. “I know… I know…”
Barely holding his temper but feeling his own frustration starting to roil within, Kurt turned away, his tail lashing all over the sofa. “I think you’re right,” he conceded, as calmly as he could manage. “Ve shouldn’t do zis again. I do hope ve can still be friends,” he suggested, and found he meant it – he and Kitty had been close for far too long for even something like this to derail their friendship.
“M-Me too.” Kitty’s voice sounded small and broken.
Neither of them would look at the other. For Kurt, that hurt more than anything else.
Without another word, the furry mutant teleported back to his room. Full of unfocused fury and frustration at having yet another catastrophic sexual encounter, he flung his clothes into a haphazard pile beside his bed. Burying his face into one of his pillows, he screamed.
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A/N: Greetings, readers. Yet again, a chapter that fought me tooth and nail - I blame the summer doldrums (and a hefty dose of depression). I think I can also safely blame the format of this story - I think I was kinda over the whole "new girl every chapter" thing a while ago. I'm ready to be done with it, but that also makes it harder to finish since I have little enthusiasm for this story anymore.
The chapter title comes from l'chaim (Hebrew), a Jewish toast celebrating life. On that note, I tried to represent Jewish beliefs as best as I could in this chapter - I'm not, myself, Jewish, and have been to a synagogue exactly once. Any errors are purely mine; or, if you wish to be particularly charitable, are idiosyncracies within Kitty's personal belief system.
I welcome any and all feedback in the form of reviews or PMs on the forums.
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