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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 17: A Fresh Start

Life at the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters gradually returned to normal – or, at least, what would pass for normal at a boarding school for super-powered teenagers. Summer poured her heated fury down, just as she always had. Wolverine’s Danger Room sessions taxed even their formidable abilities. The Professor taught summer seminars on “The Ethical Uses of Mutant Powers” and “Making a Positive Impact on Society Through Non-violent Protest.” A few students celebrated their birthdays.
Nonetheless, the brush with Apocalypse also brought changes; it could hardly do otherwise.
For their part in stopping the mad, mighty mutant, the X-Men began to receive heroes’ accolades instead of the accustomed suspicion and hostility. Each of them individually received scholarship offers from prestigious universities around the globe, and generous donations poured into the Institute as a whole from grateful people – whether $20 from a working stiff glad to live to see a child’s birthday or €20 million from European bankers grateful to witness another sunrise from their luxurious yachts. The Professor and Storm gave interviews on various nationally televised news programs. Jean received an invitation to pose for Playboy, which she spent weeks mulling over before finally declining.
Two former Acolytes, Colossus and Gambit, joined the team. The burly Russian soon fit squarely into the group dynamic, as his spirit seemed inherently better-suited for heroism than the villainy he’d been forced into. The Cajun, on the other hand, seemed more of a work-in-progress regarding turning over a new leaf as a “white-hat”; his shady past, at least, proved useful in upgrading the X-Mansion’s security. Remy’s flirtations with Rogue and Kitty’s blossoming crush on Piotr also heralded changes to Kurt’s relationships with both girls.
One morning, after finishing breakfast with Scott, Jean, Kitty, and Rogue – called the “Gold Team” because they, as the longest-tenured members of the X-Men, set the standard for the others – Kurt heard Professor Xavier’s voice in his mind. Kurt, now that you’re finished, please come to my office, the Professor instructed him. There’s someone here to see you, the telepath added, probably sensing and seeking to allay the spike of concern the teen felt upon receiving such a summons.
Since the distance from the dining room to the Professor’s study was short, Kurt walked instead of teleporting. He also wanted to gather his thoughts before meeting the mystery guest – a tall task, given how they bounced around in his brain like super-balls. Who’d come to see me by surprise like this? Especially without raising more of an alarm, he wondered as his mind pondered “Mystique” and “Wanda” as possible answers.
When the young man entered the study a minute later, the answer stopped him short.
Across from the Professor’s desk, with three or four suitcases beside her, sat a familiar blonde in her usual magenta-tee-and-jeans combo. The shirt’s neckline, Kurt couldn’t help but notice, scooped low to show the twin swells of the blonde’s generous bust and the deep vale of her cleavage. Her electric-blue eyes met his, and her lips curled into her typical insouciant smirk, one that indicated she knew where he’d been looking.
“Hiya, Blue,” Tabby greeted him. “Long time, no see.”
“Tabby!” Kurt finally blurted after a long moment, during which his tail lashed about. “Zis is definitely a surprise. Vhat’re you doing here?”
“Tabitha has decided to give the Institute another try,” the Professor answered on her behalf. “Now that you’re both here, I must call Mrs. Smith to arrange a few final matters. I’ve alerted Amara, Jean, Kitty, and Rogue of your return, Miss Smith; but you’ll have a few moments in private before they arrive.” Rolling in his chair around the desk, the headmaster favored the two teens with a stern look. “I trust you both to use your best judgment.” With that, he wheeled himself out.
Emotions swirled within Kurt, too numerous and protean to name. Several times, he opened his mouth, only to realize he didn’t quite know what to say. Tabby standing to close the distance, her own expression sobering, finally spurred him to ask, “Vhat brought you back?”
“Lotta things,” the blonde answered with a shrug. “Things are better at home, now that Dad’s in the clink and Mom’s divorcing him. Pretty fucked up, huh?”
Kurt’s shoulders slumped a bit. “I know a thing or two about fucked-up family relationships,” he replied, and Tabby blinked in surprise at his unusual swearing. “But if things are better…?”
With a thin smile, Tabby answered the unasked question: “Less depressed and stressed means more willing to try new challenges. Helping out against Apocalypse reminded me how it felt to be part of the team and, I dunno, do something good for a change.” She tried to sound nonchalant, but Kurt thought it merely an act.
Before either of them could continue the conversation, Amara interrupted them by entering the study and wrapping Tabby into an exuberant embrace. “Meu Deus! Tabby! Is it true? I’ve missed you so!” gushed the Latina. Kurt backed off to give the best friends some space for their reunion, which coincidentally gave him a better view of the newcomer’s mango-colored bikini, one which showed no shortage of flawless brown skin and clung to the Nova Roman’s plush rear.
“Did you run here from your usual early-morning session on the patio?” asked Tabby with a laugh as she hugged her friend.
“I walked muito rápido,” Amara corrected her playfully.
At this point, Jean poked her head into the office, her luxurious crimson tresses hanging in a long ponytail. “Welcome back, Tabby. Do you need help getting your luggage upstairs?”
The blonde waved her off. “Nah, I think I’m good. Blue’s got this, right?”
Chuckling, Kurt shook his head at having been volunteered. “I do now.”
Jean flashed him a grin. *You never can turn down a pretty face, can you?* she asked him in German, a teasing lilt in her voice.
*Something you took full advantage of,* Kurt fired back playfully, *on several occasions.* The redhead flushed but shrugged innocently before pulling back, vanishing down the hallway to continue her day.
“I suppose I shall permit you to enter our room to assist Tabby,” Amara proclaimed in a bemused tone.
Kurt flinched. “It’s been months, Amara. Are you still mad about--?”
“You humiliated me,” the princess interjected sharply. “Calling me by the name of your ex-girlfriend isn’t something I will soon forgive.”
Before Tabby – who looked like she wanted to say something – or Kurt could object, Kitty phased through the bookcase and gave the blonde a warm embrace. “Ohmygosh, it’s true! Like, welcome back and stuff!” she gushed. “You probably noticed there’s been, like, a million changes around here!”
Tabby laughed. “A certain big, burly Russian, for example?"
Kitty giggled. “He’s a big teddy bear. We’re kinda totally hitting it off!”
Kurt stared out the window; he noticed the blonde’s inquisitive glance, but simply didn’t respond. The distance between him and Kitty had lingered ever since their tryst, and he’d begun to think the rift in their friendship would never fully mend. Maybe I never had a chance with her after all – the problem would’ve come up sooner or later anyway, he mused. If Piotr can make her happy, I guess that’s what really matters.
Tabby’s voice broke into his musings: “Lemme know if he’s ‘Colossus’ in the sack, ‘kay?”
“Ohmygosh, Tabby!” gasped Kitty, scandalized. The petite brunette gave the blonde a rather pointed look before turning to Kurt. “H-Hey, Kurt. Um… just, like, ignore Tabby. You know how she is.” Amara snickered in confirmation.
The blue mutant shrugged. “Katzchen… as far as I’m concerned… zat sort of thing your business and no one else’s,” he replied, finally turning to face Kitty, plastering on a paper-thin smile.
Kitty mirrored that smile, but it vanished almost immediately. Biting her lip, she inched closer to Kurt, on the balls of her feet like she might bolt at any moment. Amara, picking up the cue, waved Tabby to the other side of the room to create a modicum of privacy. Kitty took a deep breath, and Kurt’s tail lashed as he braced himself.
“Look… Kurt,” the Jewish girl began tentatively, keeping her voice soft. “I’m, like, totally sorry about… umm… y’know…” She waved her hand vaguely between them. “Seeing proof you’re, like, goy totally freaked me out, but you didn’t deserve the way I spazzed on you, especially after how, um, good you made me feel.”
The young man exhaled, feeling the tension between them start to dissipate. “I’m sorry too, for blowing up back at you,” he replied. “I felt so frustrated at having yet another, um, encounter like zat end in disaster.” Kurt held out his arms. “Friends?”
Kitty beamed and wrapped him in her arms. “Of course! Totally!” She squeezed tighter. “And… you’re okay if, like, things happen between me and Pete?”
“Jawhol! Katzchen, I vant you to be happy, no matter who you’re seeing,” he replied. “Even if it’s… Rogue,” he added, the least-likely scenario he could imagine.
Giggling, Kitty kissed Kurt’s cheek and ended the embrace. “Like, I can’t even tell you how relieved I am that we can still be friends after that!” she effervesced.
Kurt grinned back. “Same here, Katzchen. Now, I should probably help Tabby get her stuff to her room…” He trailed off, only just now noticing the blonde’s absence. “Zat’s just like her,” he commented with a rueful shake of his head.
Of all people, Rogue popped her head through the door. “She’s out here, Kurt. Ah wanted to say mah hellos without disturbin’ y’all,” she told them. “Oh, and Kitty – Mr. McCoy asked us to run a Danger Room session for the new fellas in twenty. Our choice of difficulty,” she added with a wicked grin. “Ah told Beast we’d put them bad boys through their paces.”
“Phrasing, Rogue!” Kitty chided with a giggle. With that, the two roommates waved to Kurt and Tabby and Amara and left, chattering excitedly about just what sort of Danger Room torments to inflict on their respective would-be suitors.
Alone with his thoughts, Kurt came to a startling realization: I’ve had sex with all five of the Bayville Sirens. He frowned. Most guys would see that as some kind of accomplishment or achievement in manliness. Not me, though. I’m glad they all enjoyed themselves, of course… I just wish something had worked out differently with one of them.
Tabby and Amara reentered a moment later, chatting about one of their favorite TV shows. Despite their casual air, Kurt thought he could sense an undercurrent of tension between them. A glance at Amara’s bikini-clad bosom, with the prominent protrusions of her stiffened nipples, yielded clues about the nature of that tension. Images of the blonde and Latina kissing passionately danced through the young man’s imagination.
Kurt shook off such fancies and suggested to them, “Ze sooner ve start unpacking your stuff, Tabby, ze sooner ve can all celebrate your return.”
“Indeed,” the Professor chimed in, wheeling back into the study. “I’ve asked Scott and Jean to start putting together a welcome-back party for this evening. Amara, since you’re the person Tabitha has remained closest to, would you mind assisting them? Once you’re dressed, of course.” He smiled genially.
Beaming, the princess nodded excitedly. “Com prazer, Professor!”

XXXXX

The three teens – Amara, Kurt, and Tabby – spent the next several hours moving Tabby back into her old room with Amara. The previously-barren bed, dresser, and walls soon bore all the signs of habitation by a lively teenage girl: pictures, posters, CDs, DVDs, sheets, pillows, makeup, and other oddments. Once finished, Amara pulled on a denim skirt and white tank-top over her bikini and took her leave to help Scott and Jean as the Professor requested.
Working in such tight quarters with two stunning beauties had sorely teased Kurt, between Amara’s breathtaking bikini-clad brown body and Tabby’s top offering tantalizing glimpses, every time she leaned over or bent down, at the treasures inside. The young man studiously ignored what the girls put into the top drawer after noticing something black and lacy in the blonde’s hand, though his imagination supplied a plethora of possibilities. Both had brushed against him several times – Amara by necessity, Tabby possibly (probably) on purpose – and he hoped, perhaps in vain, that neither had noticed the bulge in his pants. By the time they finished, his erection ached in his boxers.
The blonde looked around her side of the room, a satisfied smile on her face. “Perfect – now this place looks like home,” she commented, kicking off her shoes and flopping onto her bed. “I really appreciate all your help, Blue. No telling how long that shit woulda taken without you.”
Kurt shrugged off the compliment. “No problem. I’m happy to help you get settled in.”
“Happy to see me, you mean?” asked Tabby with a playful wiggle of her eyebrows, her eyes darting downward.
The young man sighed and covered his groin. “I vas hoping you vouldn’t notice,” he muttered.
Tabby opened her mouth to retort, but – in an unusual display of discretion – didn’t say the first thing that sprang to mind. Instead, she patted the bed beside her and asked, “Wanna sit?” When Kurt balked, she winked and added, “I won’t bite – unless you ask.”
Kurt shook his head and laughed. “I knew you’d say something like zat. You’re getting predictable, Tabby,” he teased, not budging from where he stood.
The blonde’s jaw dropped, though not without the curl of her playful smile at the corners of her mouth. “First of all, how dare you,” she huffed in a fit of mock-pique. “Second, clearly I’m turning over a new leaf. Third, I wanted to pick up where we left off before Amara showed up, and it’s fucking weird if I’m sitting and you’re standing.”
Jean was right, Kurt mused as he joined Tabby on her bed; I really can’t refuse a pretty face. Nonetheless, he kept some distance when he sat, eyeing the blonde warily. “No funny business,” he warned her.
“I’ll do my red-hot best,” quipped Tabby drily. Recovering her usual carefree mien, she turned toward him and leaned forward, drawing Kurt’s gaze to the cleavage displayed by her scoop-neck top. “You say that, while also checking out my tits all morning,” she teased.
Kurt wrenched his eyes away from Tabby’s generous bust, upward until they met her own lively cerulean pair. He certainly couldn’t deny her allure; but, in this case, his curiosity won out. “I thought you vanted to talk,” he prompted her.
“Yeah,” sighed Tabby, “about why I came back.”
“But earlier you said –”
“I gave you the reasons fit for public conversation, in case someone overheard,” Tabby interjected.
“I didn’t know you even had a filter,” retorted Kurt, voice dripping sarcasm.
“Asshole. I can be discreet when I want,” Tabby sniffed. “Usually, it’s just not worth the effort.”
Kurt couldn’t help but grin. “Now I’m even more curious about ze sort of thing even you von’t say in public.”
The blonde pursed her lips – an uncharacteristically-thoughtful expression, as if she were pondering some deep hidden truth. “I told you earlier that helping out against Apocalypse reminded me what I was missing out on here,” she began. “It also reminded me how much I missed specific people: Kitty, my girl Amara… even Rogue and Jean.” She took a deep breath. “And, of course, you too, Blue.”
Touched by the admission – but also a bit confused – Kurt asked, “Vhy vas zat so hard for you to say?”
Tabby scooted closer and reached out, tracing a finger along the young man’s jaw, her eyes glittering with mischief. “I knew boys were dumb, but damn!” she teased. “Do I really need to spell this shit out to you?”
Kurt’s fur rippled at Tabby’s touch, her words, the sultry purr of her voice, or some combination thereof. The attraction he’d always felt toward the blonde, dormant for months since the cruise, now reawakened, thrumming throughout his consciousness. He clasped her hand and held it close to nuzzle against her palm, but he remained somewhat wary of her motives. “I can’t say I’m not tempted,” he replied, “but I don’t vant zis if it’s just to break some dry spell you’re having.”
Biting her lip, Tabby scooted closer. “Not even if my dry spell’s all your fault?” she asked, now running her other hand over Kurt’s ear and through his hair.
“My fault?” the young man echoed. His tail began to lash at the blonde’s increasing proximity. His heart thudded in his ears.
“My last fuck was that night in your room, almost a year ago,” she explained. “Not counting the cruise, since Amara jumped in,” she added in a murmur. When Kurt’s jaw dropped in surprise, the blonde grinned and shrugged. “There were a few opportunities – for instance, while living at the Brotherhood house, I thought about hooking up with Lance before he and Kitty became official – but every time I just couldn’t make myself go through with it.”
A short, sharp laugh sprang from Kurt’s lips. “I can’t believe vhat I’m hearing right now,” he scoffed. “Are you telling me I ruined you for other guys?”
“That’s about the size of it,” purred Tabby, emphasizing the word “size” by running her free hand over Kurt’s bulge. "Not to mention the no-condom part - I never wanted to use one again. Over time, though, I realized I also hated the idea of letting anyone else's dick feel my pussy in the same way."
The young man shivered at her touch. “Tabby… I’m flattered I had zat much effect on you,” he told her earnestly. “I’m… just not interested in another one-time thing.”
The blonde leaned even closer, her lips merely a breath away from his. “Maybe that’s not what I want either,” she replied.
Kurt’s ears pricked up at that comment. A long look into Tabby’s electric-blue eyes revealed a surprising sincerity. A broad grin spread across his face, one soon mirrored by hers. Their lips met a moment later, quickly transitioning into a passionate kiss.
Over the next few minutes, articles of clothing formed a pile on the floor beside Tabby’s bed. Kurt particularly appreciated the way the blonde’s impressive breasts spilled from her bra – pale pink with black polka-dots – when he unhooked it and peeled it off, followed shortly by her matching panties. Tabby’s face lit up when she pulled off Kurt’s gray boxers and his member sprang into view. Now nude, the two teens continued kissing, rolling playfully on the bed and savoring the sensation of bare fur on bare skin.
Without either one specifically intending, they paused to catch their breaths. Their hands wandered in aimless caresses. A wordless agreement or unspoken understanding passed between them about how to proceed as the young man mounted his companion.
Tabby’s wet warmth welcomed Kurt’s member, inch by delectable inch, until he’d entered her to the hilt. “Damn, that’s good,” moaned the blonde in ecstasy. “My pussy missed your dick worse than I thought.”
Already inundated in pleasure from the feeling of her soaked sex enveloping him, Kurt remained still for the moment; he didn’t want to ruin this by launching into a frenzy of wild thrusting that expended his energy before his partner could reach satisfaction. “I missed you too, Tabby,” he replied with a warm smile. “More zan I realized until now.”
Tabby nibbled Kurt’s lower lip playfully. “Save that sappy shit for the pillow-talk, Blue,” she teased. Before the young man could respond, the blonde planted her feet against his thighs for leverage to begin rolling her hips, working herself along the full length of his manhood.
Groaning in delight, the German teen buried his face into his partner’s neck, holding on for dear life while Tabby bucked beneath him. He squeezed her large breasts, earning a few soft swears, and nibbled her neck and shoulder, earning a few surprised ones. Once past the initial blitz of bliss, Kurt started thrusting along with Tabby’s established rhythm.
“Ooh, fuck me!” Tabby cooed. “Such a fucking stud!” She tangled her fingers in Kurt’s hair as his kisses and little bites migrated to the stiffened nipple crowning her left breast. “Suck on my tits,” she breathed just before he did so, eliciting a yelp of delight.
Kurt groaned his partner’s name as he switched nipples. Unlike his last tryst with Tabby almost a year ago, he doubted he could last long enough to give her more than one orgasm, since he could already feel a familiar tightening in his loins. His tail wrapped around the blonde’s waist.
“Fuck yeah! I can feel your big, blue cock twitching!” cried Tabby. “Fill up my pussy! Gimme that creampie!” One more big cry of “Fuck!” and a stream of smaller ones announced her orgasm.
The young man groaned the young woman’s name again and acceded to her wishes. Powerful pulses of pleasure, pumping out his seed, radiated throughout his body, each beginning within his manhood buried to the hilt inside the blonde. Kurt kissed Tabby, deeply, hungrily, almost needily, as they both descended from their respective peaks.
Neither of them moved for a long moment, both instead catching their breath. When their eyes met – hers electric blue, his pale gold – they both beamed. Tabby ran her hands along Kurt’s back, while the young man simply felt content to hold the blonde bombshell within the compass of his arms and tail.
Finally, Tabby broke the silence with a soft “Damn, Kurt, that was amazing.”
Kurt blinked in shock as he processed what he heard. “Tabby? Vhat’s up vit using my actual name all of a sudden?”
To his further surprise, the blonde blushed. “I figured you wouldn’t want your girlfriend using a dumb nickname,” she replied.
“Actually, it’s grown on me,” he told her. “Like a fungus or something.”
“Ass,” Tabby grumbled as she started to squirm under him. “Get off me so I can clean up, will ya? I don’t want your jizz on my nice, clean sheets.” Kurt laughed and helped her clean herself with the tissues on her nightstand.
Afterward, the two teens cuddled together, still naked, for some time on Tabby’s bed. Kurt coiled his tail around Tabby’s waist, and she idly stroked the strange appendage. Her head nestled against the slight hollow between his neck and shoulder.
“I could get used to zis,” murmured Kurt, sounding as if he might doze off.
“Good. This seems like the kind of thing girlfriends and boyfriends do together,” Tabby replied firmly. “But what do I know? Everything else has been one-time flings for me,” she admitted.
The young woman’s confession banished thoughts of sleep from Kurt’s mind. “You meant vhat you said, zen?” he asked, daring to hope.
The blonde looked up at him sharply. “Hell yeah, I did! I know I like to kid around,” she allowed, “but that’s something I’d never say unless I meant it.” Her lips pursed into a serious pout. “Even if I don’t know how, I’m gonna be the best damn girlfriend for you that I can.”
Kurt laughed and ran a finger along her cheek and chin, mirroring her usual gesture. “I’d say you’re off to a great start!” he teased.
Tabby snorted, unable to fight her grin. “The one time I try to be serious, and you crack jokes,” she groused in a playful tone.
A thought occurred to Kurt, one he thought important to voice now: “Vhat about Amara? Aren’t you two…?”
The blonde shrugged. “While you were talking to Kitty, I talked to Amara about this. For now, she said she’s okay with sharing me if you are.”
Flabbergasted, Kurt blurted, “Sharing you? Vhat does zat mean?”
Tabby shrugged again. “Don’t monopolize me, I guess. She wants to see what her other options are anyway, so it might not matter for long.” With a wicked grin, she added, “Who knows? I might be able to ‘sweet-talk’ her into another threesome.”
Kurt shook his head, laughing. “Tabby, you’re too much!”
“I’m everything you need, babe,” she shot back with a quick kiss. With that, she stood up to collect her clothes, which she began slipping back on. “You hungry? Fucking always works up an appetite.”
“Ze Gut Bomb?” suggested Kurt, gathering his own clothes to dress.
“Music to my ears,” replied the blonde as she hooked her bra and adjusted her generous breasts in their cups. As she pulled on her panties, she asked, “You still got that one thong? The hot-pink one? I looked everywhere while packing and couldn’t find it.”
Kurt thought for a long moment, but he couldn’t quite recall. “If so, it’s in ze drawer vit my boxers,” he answered while pulling on his shirt.
“Guess I’ll just have to sneak in sometime and find out,” joked Tabby as she pulled up her jeans.
Kurt snapped and zipped his jeans and activated his holo-watch since they would soon leave the Mansion’s premises where he could safely remain true to his blue fuzzy self. “I’d expect no less from you,” he replied with a broad grin.
Tabby pulled on her shirt and slipped her arm through her boyfriend’s, pressing her soft bosom against his arm. “Ready whenever you are, stud.”
Kurt wrapped his tail around her waist. “For ze first time in a long time, I feel like things are looking up,” he told her. A puff of smoke and a bamf of displaced air as they vanished announced the beginning of their second date – but, perhaps more importantly, their first of many dates as a couple.
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A/N: I certainly hope you've enjoyed this story, even in its fits and starts. As I (may have) mentioned in previous AN's, I've been battling depression pretty hard this whole year; without getting into detail, it's been one of the worst single years of my life. Naturally, that makes it hard to muster the will or interest to write, leading to increasing time between chapters and stretching the life of this story far beyond what I wanted to write. Even when I could write, I could tell that my own despair - the sheer helplessness beneath the grand cosmic shitshow raining down on me - bled through into this story. I'll gratefully and gracefully accept any and all criticism for that in any reviews you readers decide to leave.
Furthermore, the events of this year, career-wise, have brought me to the decision that any time I spend on writing would be better spent on writing things that I might be able to actually publish. I know I've made noises at the end of my last few stories, but this time's for real: This will be my last story on Adultfanfiction. I've had a good run in general, and on "Fuzzy Dude" in particular. That said, this section of the site's gone rather dead - this story has spent almost its entire in-progress lifetime on the front page of stories, even with the sporadic updates - which contributes to now feeling like a good time to hang it up.
Update (2021): See my profile.
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