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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
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Chapter 6: Always the Quiet Ones
- WAFF
“Yo, Kurt!” belted Evan Daniels, codename Spyke. “Wanna hit the Gut Bomb with me after school today, bro?” The swarthy young mutant shut his locker and stuffed a couple books into his backpack in the most haphazard fashion possible (without the use of Kitty’s powers, anyway).
“Sorry, man, I can’t,” replied the German mutant, also packing his books, though with more care, into his pack – a messenger bag, to be specific, a Christmas present from his parents. A glance at his watch, crucial to his disguise as a normal-looking teen, showed he had plenty of time to get to class. “I’ve got a date with Amanda.”
“Bummer,” grumbled Even. “The girl you went to the dance with a few weeks ago?”
“Jawhol. She really digs ze fuzzy dude.” Kurt couldn’t have kept the grin off his face if he’d tried, though Evan certainly didn’t need to know just how much Amanda “dug” the fuzzy dude.
Evan chuckles. “Forget what I said, then; it’s not a bummer. I’m happy for you, bro. She seems cool.” He clapped his friend on the shoulder.
“Danke, mein freund. After nearly getting killed at ze dance, I thought she’d flip. But Amanda doesn’t care about ze veird stuff,” he explained, though that last part constituted just a bit of a stretch of the truth, given the utter fascination with his tail she’d displayed over the month or so they’d been dating.
Evan shook his head. “You gotta stop speaking German at me, bro,” he joked. “We’ll hang some other time,” he added with a shrug. “Have fun on your date. Later!”
Kurt laughed and found his way to the day’s last class. He couldn’t focus, though, because he wondered what Amanda had in mind for this afternoon. Over the past weeks, they’d stuck largely to making out, with some light touching through the clothes – though Amanda also insisted on touching and kissing his tail until he climaxed, like on their first date. Kurt loved the overall relaxed pace of their explorations, but he also wanted a chance to pleasure his girlfriend – to bare her beautiful brown body, to caress her skin, to discover all the ways she liked to be touched, to watch her reach the peak of her pleasure.
The young man grinned to himself. A few weeks ago, Amanda had started a game of sorts: since she loved blue, she wore something blue every day, and Kurt had to tell her what it was. They hadn’t put any stakes on it so far; the game just gave him an excuse to look at his girlfriend and notice details about her appearance and dress. He felt proud he’d gotten more right than wrong so far, though Amanda had stumped him a few times with subtle choices like multicolored hair ornaments or blue socks that just barely peeked over the rim of her shoes near the ankles.
When the bell finally rang to dismiss class for the day, Kurt could only have gotten out to the parking lot faster if he’d teleported. He actually beat Amanda to her car, though not by much. Upon seeing his girlfriend, he immediately began examining her for her blue items: Burgundy shirt, tan skirt, burgundy heels, silver necklace, nothing in the hair, no earrings… where could it be?
“Ready to go, Kurt?” asked Amanda as she neared, her face radiant with a wide grin. “You got here before I did. I hope you didn’t…” She trailed off, just in case anyone might overhear.
Kurt laughed and shook his head. “Nein, Liebchen. I just made a bee-path here.”
Amanda stared at him for a long moment, confusion in her incredible dark eyes. “You mean a beeline?”
The German shrugged with a sheepish grin. “I’m still figuring out ze language,” he explained, and his girlfriend covered her mouth to giggle. “Anyvay, I’ve been looking forvard to seeing you all day. You’ve been so mysterious about zis date; I haven’t been able to focus on anything else!”
The dark-skinned girl’s cheeks darkened further, and her tongue darted between her lips. “M-Me too, Kurt. I’m, ah, pretty excited about today.”
Her fidgeting piqued her boyfriend’s interest further. “Vhat is it, Liebchen?” he pressed, eager to sate his curiosity.
Amanda’s mouth opened and shut several times. “It’s a surprise,” she finally answered. “C’mon – the sooner we leave, the sooner you find out.”
During the ride to their date destination, both teens remained mostly silent. Kurt used the opportunity to study Amanda in closer detail while she focused on driving. No matter how hard he looked, he couldn’t spot anything blue on her. Finally, he slumped in his seat and stared out the window before breaking the silence: “I give up, Liebchen, I don’t see any blue. Did you forget?”
Amanda shook her head. “I’ll, uh, show you when we get… where we’re going,” she answered. Kurt noticed Amanda shifting in her seat, but she didn’t elaborate.
Shortly thereafter, the two teens pulled into a perfectly average-looking suburban housing development and into the driveway of a perfectly ordinary two-story home with attached garage. Kurt smiled to himself at the sight of its white vinyl siding and deep-blue shutters and reflected on how utterly normal it seemed compared to the Mansion – besides lacking the opulence of the old estate, there was also a distinct lack of super-powered teenagers blasting around, nor did any sentry turrets rise from the ground or spring from the trees in the yard to blast at potential intruders. The idea of an unremarkable house like this, now that it occurred to the blue-furred mutant, somehow appealed.
As they exited Amanda’s car, Kurt noticed the absence of other vehicles in the garage. His fur rippled at the implications, the possibilities. Before he could ask, his girlfriend explained: “Mom and Dad are out for the evening for their ‘dating-versary,’ as they call it.” She giggled and shook her head. “They’ve been married twenty years, but Dad knows to the minute how long they’ve been together. Kinda sweet, huh?”
Kurt laughed as well. “Jawhol, it’s romantic. But… I haven’t kept track zat closely.” He sobered and glanced at his girlfriend. “I’m sorry.”
Amanda ushered him inside with a forgiving kiss. “Don’t worry about it, Kurt. Just try not to shed everywhere like you do in my car, okay? Mom and Dad… they don’t know I have a boyfriend, much less such a, um, unique one. I’ve had to vacuum my car out every weekend to keep them in the dark.”
Kurt sighed. “Sorry, Liebchen, I can’t help it. Do you think zis is a good idea, zen?” By this point, they’d ascended the stairs.
Amanda chewed her lip. “We’re already here at my room. No sense in turning back now,” she resolved. “As much as I like making out in the back of my car, I want to take this chance for some ‘quality time’ with you where we can be more comfortable.”
Kurt squeezed his girlfriend’s hand. “Ve probably von’t get many chances like zis, vill ve?” Amanda shook her head with a shy smile and led him into her room.
Amanda’s room presented a plethora of things for Kurt to notice. The carpet, curtains, and bedspread all bore the same shade of navy, while the walls contrasted via the shade of a clear sky. The blue-black ceiling had glow-in-the-dark star stickers affixed. From one wall hung a frame with a replica of The Starry Night; on another hung a poster of Blue Man Group. A photo of him and her at the dance held pride of place on the nightstand, which brought a grin to the young man’s face.
While her boyfriend took in his surroundings, the room’s usual resident closed the curtains on her windows and tapped a standing lamp a few times until it emitted a soft glow, lending the room a thoroughly romantic ambience. Amanda flashed Kurt a bright smile. “Now you can feel safe, Kurt,” she informed him. “Would you… show me? The real you.”
Kurt’s fur rippled with excitement, though more at what he’d thought she was asking. Still, he reasoned, Amanda likes the real you, and she hasn’t gotten to see it in weeks. Favoring his girlfriend with a broad grin, he pressed the button on his watch, and the illusory, “normal teen” Kurt vanished, replaced by his true blue form.
“So handsome!” gushed Amanda, grinning. She strode closer, an unfamiliar, intense look in her dark eyes, enhanced by the lamplight, one that made Kurt’s fur stand on end. “My turn,” she murmured. “I wanna show you what I wore today that’s blue.”
The young man could only stare in wonder as his usually-shy girlfriend pulled the hem of her shirt upwards, stopping around her armpits. Cerulean satin cups trimmed in white lace greeted Kurt’s gaze, a small plastic clasp holding them together, where they covered modest mounds of cocoa-colored flesh. The gentle rhythm of her breathing provided the whole tableau with mesmerizing motion, and Kurt couldn’t tear his eyes away.
“… Well?” asked Amanda, biting her lip.
“I love it!” gushed Kurt at the prompt, beaming. “It’s on ze line betveen ‘cute’ and ‘sexy,’ vhich is you all over!”
Amanda giggled and pulled her shirt the rest of the way off. “I was hoping for just ‘sexy,’” she replied lightly. “Maybe if I show you how well the panties match?” she wondered, her hands tugging the hem of her skirt down just enough to entice her boyfriend into an eager nod.
The slim cut of her skirt required quite a bit of shimmying on Amanda’s part to guide the garment down her legs. Kurt appreciated the show as much as, if not more than, the fact that the panties did indeed match, to the point his uniform grew uncomfortably tight around his groin. The lashing of his tail displayed his excitement much more noticeably, and a plaintive “Liebchen” escaped his lips.
Amanda slipped out of her shoes and padded closer, her cheeks dark and her eyes intense. The soft lamplight bathed her brown skin and made it glow with a warm radiance Kurt found entrancing. She cupped her boyfriend’s face with her hands and placed a sensual kiss on his lips. “Your turn,” she whispered. “Please… show me more?”
A cheeky grin spread across Kurt’s face at the advent of an idea, one he’d wanted to try but hadn’t yet had the opportunity. Focusing intently, he teleported, reappearing stretched out on Amanda’s bed, wearing only his smile. His uniform crumpled to the floor without him inside.
The human girl gaped, turning back and forth between where Kurt had stood and his new position. Her eyes nearly leapt from her head when she noticed her boyfriend in his entirety. “Whoa,” she breathed.
Kurt beamed. “Zat’s ze preferred reaction, Liebchen,” he teased, loving every aspect of her flabbergasted expression. “I think it’s your turn again,” he added; he’d begun thoroughly enjoying Amanda’s playful side, which he felt intensified the thrill of undressing.
Amanda licked her lips and fumbled with the clasp between her bra cups, nerves written all over her face and in the movements of her fingers. With a steadying breath, she slid the garment open, down, and off, baring her modest, perky breasts completely. Her small, dark nipples stood proudly. Kurt’s tail flicked at the sight, and only her name passed his lips.
“I’m not finished, Liebchen,” Amanda chided with a nervous titter as she hooked her thumbs under the waistband of her panties. Because they proved much easier to remove than her skirt or bra, they found their way to the floor in seconds, leaving the young woman fully nude as she climbed onto her bed with her boyfriend, who snuck a glance at her groin, though a thicket of dense, dark curls obscured her sex from clear view. The young couple embraced, lying side by side, bodies pressed close, faces nuzzled into each other’s necks.
“Liebchen,” Kurt murmured into her ear after several long moments in that position, “I don’t vant to pressure you… but I’m curious vhere zis is going.”
Amanda didn’t answer right away, though her hands explored her boyfriend’s fur, mostly the back and arms and shoulders. She placed a tender kiss on his lips before finally answering, “All the way, Kurt, as long as you have, um, protection – Mom and Dad refuse to put me on the pill, thinking I won’t have sex if I’m not on birth control. Like I mentioned before, we won’t have another chance like this, with my parents gone, for a long time.”
Kurt stroked Amanda’s cheek. “I can vait. I von’t dump you or anything for not doing zis,” he promised her.
His girlfriend giggled. “I’m not worrying about that, silly,” she argued. “I’m worried I can’t wait until we have the house to ourselves again. I’m worried I might jump you in the backseat of my car soon.”
With a laugh, the young man replied, “Not nearly as comfy as your own bed.”
“Exactly!” Amanda crowed as she kissed Kurt again. “More importantly, it’d be too dangerous for you to turn off your watch. For this first time, at least, I want the real Kurt.”
The blue-furred mutant beamed, his eyes growing glassy at her words. He disentangled himself from his wonderful girlfriend’s arms to search his wallet for a condom. “It might take a moment, Liebchen,” he informed her over his shoulder.
Behind him, Kurt heard a soft, wet, rhythmic squishing sound and a strangled moan. “Hurry, Kurt,” pleaded Amanda. “I’m so turned on right now!”
At that, Kurt promptly redoubled his efforts. As much as I hate wearing one, he mused, I don’t want to miss this opportunity, either, to make Amanda’s first time as special as she wants. Once he’d found his prize, he applied the prophylactic. Now we’ll see if this “ultra-thin, extra sensation” variety works as advertised.
Amanda’s dark eyes burned with unfettered desire while her boyfriend climbed back onto her bed. Her hungry kisses spurred Kurt’s own desire, and their hands explored one another more and more boldly. Although he doubted his girlfriend’s need for foreplay, Kurt nonetheless fondled her pert breasts and stroked her soaked sex to make sure – besides, he also wanted to touch her for his own sake. Against his mouth, the young woman moaned her enthusiastic responses to his touch, and the way she writhed only made him want her more.
Once he deemed his girlfriend ready – or, better yet, well beyond ready – Kurt began guiding himself into her, as slowly and gently as he could manage. “If you need me to stop or slow down, Liebchen, just say so, and I vill,” he promised as he pushed deeper and deeper inside. Lost in sensation, Amanda didn’t respond.
About halfway inside, Amanda emitted a sudden, loud yelp, and her face contorted into a mask of pain. Her breath hissed through clenched teeth. A tear escaped her shut eyelids to roll down her cheek.
Concerned, Kurt froze. With no idea what else to do – no other girl he’d penetrated had expressed the slightest discomfort that he could recall – the alarmed young man stroked his girlfriend’s cheek to blot the tear he’d inadvertently caused. “Amanda, Liebchen, I’m so sorry. Are you alright? Do you vant to stop?”
The young woman shook her head. “I’ll be okay in a minute. Just… don’t move, please; I think pulling out would hurt just as much right now.” She sighed. “I thought it’d tear right away, since it’s right around the opening, not wait until you were already inside.”
Still concerned, Kurt held Amanda close and kissed all over her face and neck in the most soothing manner he could, though he also did so to keep from softening inside her – he couldn’t abide the thought of ruining her first time and having her think it was her fault. His girlfriend’s eyelids slowly drifted open, revealing the fathomless eyes he loved to gaze into, losing himself. They shared a mutually-comforting smile, and the young woman’s nod signaled her readiness to continue.
The young couple proceeded at a cautious, sedate pace, with Kurt thrusting deeper little by little while Amanda acclimated. They kissed often, and their hands roamed freely. Kurt savored the tight warmth all around him, thinking, This condom doesn’t suck, at least, but I still wish we didn’t need one.
Beneath him, Amanda began to moan, which Kurt interpreted as a sign to pull back more and more before each plunge inside. He grinned when she cried out his name for the first time, followed by a cry of “More!” The flame of desire dancing in her dark eyes spurred him to enter her fully, and she responded with a squeal of delight.
Amanda cried her boyfriend’s name, along with entreaties to the heavens and the deities therein, with every thrust. The arching of her back invited Kurt to rock his hips more forcefully, which drew further shrieks of pleasure. However, the piercing pitch of his girlfriend’s utterances forced him to sit up, putting some distance between her mouth and his ears.
I doubt she’s faking or exaggerating how good this feels to her, thought Kurt as he worked his length back and forth inside his girlfriend. Amanda’s nothing if not sincere and genuine, and she’s certainly always been honest with me. He grinned to himself and squeezed her modest breasts, eliciting another full-throated moan. I wish she’d move with me a little more, but it’s her first time, after all. At least with her back arched I can move more freely.
The young couple savored each other, Kurt’s rhythmic motion and Amanda’s incoherent cacophony building on one another in a symphony of symbiotic reciprocity. Kurt wrapped his tail around his girlfriend’s thigh for both anchorage and leverage for the final push towards completion. Amanda’s ecstatic cries crescendoed. Kurt soon joined in, shouting his girlfriend’s name as the tension in his loins unraveled in delicious release.
The two teens basked in the haze of post-orgasmic bliss for a long while, hands lazily tracing along smooth or furry contours. Amanda panted, winded from her vocal exertions. Kurt eased himself out of her and off of her and took the opportunity to dispose of the condom. That accomplished, he smiled hopefully at his girlfriend and asked her, “How vas it?”
“Awesome,” she replied with a tired smile. “Now I get why people are so obsessed with having sex.” Kurt laughed and helped Amanda clean herself up, pausing every now and then for a tender kiss.
After a while, the young woman sat up, wearing a sheepish smile. “I probably should’ve warned you about… how loud I can get. When I’m, um, by myself,” she admitted, fidgeting, “I have to cover my mouth or bury my face in the pillow. Sorry if I hurt your ears.”
Beaming, Kurt stroked Amanda’s cheek and caresses her feet with his own. “Don’t vorry, Liebchen. It made me feel… really sexy, ja?”
Amanda giggled, covering her mouth as usual. “You are, Kurt. You rocked my world, and… um…” She ran a hand through his hair. “In a little while… after I recover… I’d like to, um, do it again.” Her eyes dropped shyly. “I… I probably sound like such a horn-dog, but I just want to enjoy this to the fullest, having an empty house and plenty of time –“
The beep of Kurt’s phone, indicating the arrival of a text message, interrupted the young woman. Frowning, Kurt retrieved the device and read for his girlfriend’s benefit: “Ze prof is on ze varpath. Surprise Danger Room session in thirty. Don’t be late or ‘severe conseqvences.’” The young mutant sighed. “Sorry, Liebchen – I’d hate to see vhat Scott thinks zat ‘Professor on ze varpath’ looks like.”
Amanda pouted. “Of all the days…” She shook her head. “I guess there’s no rest for my dashing hero,” she joked with a small smile. “I’ll get dressed and drive you home.”
Kurt, his pants already halfway up, replied with a cheeky grin. “Ve can just put ze back seat of your car to good use in ze near future, nein?” His girlfriend tittered and nodded.
Unfortunately for both of them, within days Magneto revealed the existence of mutants to the world, and Kurt’s life went straight to hell.
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A/N: A quick note about a pet peeve of mine, something that crops up in a lot of erotic fanfiction, including on this site - the hymen doesn't work the way that so many people describe. It's basically a flap of skin around the entrance of the vagina (not deep inside), and it normally doesn't block it completely because otherwise a woman couldn't have her period (when it does block the vagina completely, it can cause serious medical problems and is usually fixed via surgery). It's also not "proof" of virginity, as it can be broken in any number of ways, including tampons, dildoes, and frequent exercise. It can also survive penetration in some cases - my then-girlfriend/now-wife had used a dildo (and I on her) dozens of times before her hymen tore, and in that case the thing was about halfway inside. This shit's available on Wikipedia, FFS - not to mention any number of websites catering to women's sexual health - so it's not hard to find to get it right.
/soapbox
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