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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
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Chapter 8: T & A
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That year for spring break, Professor Xavier rewarded his students for their efforts as X-Men and students alike with a week-long cruise to the Bahamas. Because Mr. Logan elected to pursue other matters, and neither the Professor nor Mr. McCoy could embark, Ms. Munroe faced the daunting task of single-handedly chaperoning nearly a dozen teenagers. With Rahne, Jubilee, and Evan having departed the Institute, and Rogue understandably opting out, the task seemed more manageable, at least, than it would’ve been earlier in the year.
Naturally, chaos ensued.
Bobby nearly wrecked the ship on an iceberg. Tabby’s pranks triggered a cascade of catastrophe that the other students tried to mitigate with their powers, outing themselves in the process. The cold shoulders and icy looks and just-audible whispers dampened their formerly-free spirits. Seeking respite, they sneaked off the ship at a nearby island, where Amara inadvertently triggered a volcanic eruption, which gave the young mutants the opportunity to help the island inhabitants and become local celebrities. They also mitigated the damage from a second eruption, holding the line until Amara could seal the magma vents.
Bobby called it the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Nobody laughed.
Somehow, Storm found it in her heart not to confine them all to their cabins, place them under curfew, or electrocute them to a crisp.
On the return trip, Kurt found himself wandering the deck alone one night, feeling melancholy. Kitty, his usual partner in mischief, had decided to spend the night hanging out with Jean for “girl talk.” Scott, his next closest friend, had volunteered for chaperone duty to ensure none of the others – namely Bobby and Jamie – caused any further trouble. The German mutant leaned on the rail and sighed.
His pale-gold eyes panned the blue-black blanket of the heavens speckled with pinprick stars. Unbidden, thoughts of his beloved Amanda’s departure from his life arose, reanimating the slowly-diminishing ache in his heart. With another pained sigh, he decided to turn in for the night.
Nearing the section with his and the others’ cabins, Kurt nearly ran into Tabby as they both rounded the same corner. “Ach! Sorry!” the young man blurted as he stopped just shy of bowling her over. Reflexively, his arms had darted out as if to catch the young woman around the waist.
After a startled “Shit!” escaped her, Tabby laughed and shoved him back, playful grin on her face. “Jesus, Blue, warn a girl, will ya? Before you just… plow into her.” The blonde waggled her eyebrows to underscore the innuendo.
Kurt responded with only a weak chuckle, memories of their tryst all those months ago resurfacing with seductive force. He found himself unable to meet Tabby’s electric-blue gaze, so his eyes dropped to the floor. On the way, he noted the blonde’s attire: hot-pink bikini top revealing copious cleavage, denim shorts low on the hips and high on the thighs, and straw sandals bought from one of the islanders.
“My tits’re up here, Blue,” teased Tabby. When Kurt didn’t respond, the young woman reached out and stroked his arm. “Actually, I was looking for you, Blue,” she began, her tone unusually soft and sincere. “It’s been awhile since we hung out, y’know?”
Kurt’s fur rippled at the blonde’s touch and her probable meaning of “hanging out.” With a thin smile, he answered, “Jawhol. We’ve both been busy.”
“You had a girlfriend, you mean,” Tabby replied. She cupped his chin to bring his eyes up to meet hers. “I… heard what happened. Amara told me you’re taking it hard.”
Kurt nodded. “It’s… getting better,” he told her, mostly truthfully.
“Still, that really blows,” insisted the blonde. “You don’t deserve that bullshit.”
“Tabby…” murmured Kurt as her face drew closer to his.
“I won’t promise to make it all better, Blue,” the young woman explained, “but I wanna… y’know… take your mind off of it for a little while. Say, back in my cabin?”
Kurt swallowed, and he couldn’t deny how much Tabby’s proposition appealed to him. “Vhat about Amara?”
“Out,” Tabby told him. “At the buffet, I think. She hadn’t eaten much while she felt so sick before, but ever since that shit with the volcano…” She grinned. “Good as new. Better, maybe.”
“Zat’s good to hear, at least.” Kurt licked his lips at the naked lust in the blonde’s eyes, and he shuddered at the feeling of her warm breath on the fur of his chin. His hands lighted on the bare skin of Tabby’s waist, at which point he could no longer resist the siren song of her lips.
Kissing Tabby felt every bit as good as he’d remembered, and Kurt also appreciated the minty taste of her tongue, either from toothpaste or mouthwash. Her fingers tangling in his hair also felt quite nice, as did the way she pressed herself flush against him. The young man became thoroughly aware of her body, her breasts especially, and his own body reacted accordingly.
Tabby suckled Kurt’s lower lip as she pulled back. “Good to know I still have that effect on you, Blue,” she purred. “Let’s go put that boner to good use.”
With that, the blonde led the German mutant to the door of her cabin not far down the corridor. Rather than fumble with the electronic key-card lock, Kurt teleported them inside. Once there, their lips crashed together immediately, and their tongues wrestled like the pankrators of ancient Greece.
The teens stumbled and fumbled their way to Tabby’s narrow bed, discarding their sandals and Kurt’s Hawaiian-patterned shirt on the way. When the young man sat, the young woman straddled his lap. At that point, Tabby nibbled on Kurt’s finger while she switched off his holo-disguise watch. Grinning, he responded by untying the knotted strings on the back of her neck and center of her back, letting her bikini top fall away.
Freed from the fabric that had barely restrained them to begin with, Tabby’s terrific tits, bathed in moonlight streaming through the window, now tantalized the young man. “Like what you see, Blue?” she cooed. “They grew a cup size since last time.”
Kurt cupped them, testing their texture, their give, their heft. “I thought zey looked bigger,” he confirmed. His fingers traced their teardrop shapes and circled the stiffened nipples.
“Damn, your hands feel good!” gushed Tabby, who began rocking her hips, grinding her groin against his. After a cry of “Fuck! You’re making me horny,” the blonde darted in to capture Kurt’s lips once more.
For his part, Kurt stepped up his teasing: he worked the young woman’s nipples with thumb and fingers, and ground his increasingly-insistent erection in rhythm with her movements. The young man returned his partner’s kiss with matching passion, alternating between tongue-wrestling and lip-nibbling. Eliciting soft swearing from her only spurred him onward, his hands trailing down her abs to the waistband of her shorts, where he made short work of the snap and zipper closures.
The blonde soon mirrored what Kurt had just done and upped the ante by reaching into his boxers to tease the tip of his member. “I just couldn’t wait any longer,” she confessed around his lip as she nibbled, “to get my hands on your big, hard, blue dick again.” Tabby’s lips migrated down the young man’s chest, despite the fur; and Kurt couldn’t deny how wonderful it felt, both for its own sake and to feel something again besides the misery which had haunted him for months now. His eyes drifted shut.
Lost in the sensation, the young mutant failed to notice what his partner was doing until he felt a soft, wet warmth envelop his manhood. An incoherent groan coursed past his lips at the next sensation: a rough, lithe… something… nuzzling against and swirling around his sensitive tip. Never having felt anything like it before, Kurt’s eyes snapped open, and he looked down to see that Tabby had taken him into her mouth. “Mein Gott,” he whispered.
The blonde looked up at her partner, eyes glittering with wicked, mischievous glee, and shot him a saucy wink. Maintaining that electric eye contact, she glided her lips down his length until they met the hand she held around the base to hold him steady. Tabby’s muffled moan preceded the retreat of her lips back up the shaft.
Once they cleared the tip, she licked them in a way Kurt could only describe as “ostentatious.” His fur ruffled, and his tail flicked. “Vhat made you do zat?” he asked; he thought “Vhy did you stop?” might seem a little pushy.
“I couldn’t pass up a chance to sample the bratwurst,” quipped the outrageous flirt. “I think I have a new favorite food.” She leaned down to swirl her tongue around the head, first clockwise, then counter.
Kurt fell back onto his elbows, biting back another loud groan as pleasure coursed throughout his body thanks to Tabby’s talented tongue. “Zat feels… wunderbar!” he gushed through gritted teeth. His tail writhed in agreement, expressing the excitement he couldn’t vocalize.
Sitting up, Tabby released him, which the young man protested with a soft grunt. Her wicked grin in response suggested she relished teasing him. Pulling her hair up into two high, short tufts, she commented in her usual blithe tone, “Got a joke for ya: Whaddaya call a blonde with pigtails?” When the frustrated Kurt shook his head, Tabby flicked her tongue along the tip and answered, “A blowjob with handles,” before engulfing him once more.
Minutes passed. Tabby’s head bobbed up and down with increasing vigor. Kurt’s groans intensified by degrees as the pleasure washed over him, while Tabby’s accompanying noises barely registered because of his member in her mouth.
The sound of the cabin door opening alerted the two teens to the arrival of another person. They scrambled to disengage, with Tabby yelping, “Shit, shit, shit!” once her mouth became free to form words. Kurt managed to cover his erection with a pillow, but Tabby could only cover her breasts with her hands. Both peered at the silhouette in the door, trying to identify who’d caught them – too short to be Ms. Munroe, so they’d dodged a bolt on that front, at least.
“I see you found Kurt,” quipped a feminine voice with a faint accent, neither of which Kurt could quite place.
Tabby, however, relaxed immediately, though she let out a short, sharp laugh. “Amara, girl, you scared the piss outta me!” She waved her friend inside, not bothering to keep her breasts covered. “Get your ass in here and close the damn door!” Amara complied, flipping on the lights as she entered.
Once his eyes adjusted to the light, Kurt couldn’t help but notice and appreciate the newcomer’s attire: a coral-colored sleeveless dress that swooped around the back of the neck while also dipping practically to the center of her chest, with a lowermost hemline that couldn’t possibly reach mid-thigh. White-strapped wedges adorned her feet. The vast array of her beautiful brown skin, including the more-than-modest cleavage on display, contrasted with the bright fabric to a degree Kurt found most alluring.
“Olá, Kurt, como vai?” greeted the Brazilian beauty with a broad grin. “I, ah, didn’t mean to interrupt you two.”
Kurt chuckled with some degree of embarrassment at her intrusion. “Hi, Amara. I’m, ah, glad to see you’re feeling better,” he replied. His tail flicked.
“What the hell, girl?” grumbled Tabby, her face drawn into an indignant expression. “I thought you went out to the buffet because you were ‘so starving,’” she accused her friend, even mimicking her accent. “We should’ve had enough time to fuck and shower, and maybe fuck in the shower, before you got back!”
Amara shrugged and sat on the bed opposite Tabby and Kurt. “There was little on that buffet that appealed to me,” she sniffed.
The blonde folded her arms and huffed, “Well, that’s just fucking awful. I’m so sorry your royal taste buds couldn’t stand the culinary offerings.” While she ranted, Kurt tried to hand Tabby her top, which she waved off. “Don’t worry about that, Blue; Amara’s seen the girls more times than I can count.”
“We roomed together while she lived at the Institute,” Amara explained sheepishly. “That’s why we stayed friends even afterward,” she added. Her expression froze. “Sharing a room, I mean, not Tabby’s breasts.”
“Bullshit!” scoffed Tabby. “They’re spectacular, and you know it, babe.” Amara’s cheeks darkened, but she didn’t deny the charge.
Kurt seized the pause in their banter to interject: “I should probably dress and leave, nein?” His hand groped for his shorts.
Tabby shook her head and placed a hand on the embarrassed young man’s wrist soothingly. “No way! Leaving guys with blue balls isn’t my style.”
Amara’s eyes crinkled in a fashion Kurt considered quite cute. He hadn’t previously had many opportunities to interact with the exotic-looking young woman; now that he saw her up close, he realized just how beautiful she was. If he could define her current expression, he’d use the word “puzzled.”
Her rich brown eyes darted to him. “Please forgive me for asking,” she began hesitantly, “but are they not always blue, like the rest of you?”
A long moment passed in silence. Eventually, Tabby broke first, snorting in laughter. “You’re not wrong, babe,” she chortled, “but it’s just an expression.” At Amara’s still-puzzled expression, the blonde continued, “I’ll explain later.”
“Very well,” acquiesced Amara. Glancing between her friend and their guest, she shifted on the bed. “Should I, ah, leave, so you can continue…?” She trailed off, visibly unsure of how to describe what she’d seen.
Tabby answered before Kurt could. “Sucking dick?” she supplied in her sauciest tone. Her eyes seemed to measure her friend, while her hand stroked Kurt’s thigh. “Up to you,” she offered, “but I think you’re curious.”
Kurt expected the other girl to vehemently deny the charge and storm out. Instead, Amara gave him a shy smile, and his fur rippled in excitement. “Vait – you’d really vant zat? To… vatch us?”
Amara’s tongue darted between her lips, and she nodded. “Ever since we leave the island, I feel something inside me – como dizer? – awaken,” she answered. One of her hands stroked her lower stomach absently, and her thighs rubbed together. “Also, what we say just now, I really want to see you are blue.” Kurt’s jaw dropped.
A wicked grin spread across Tabby’s face, an expression Kurt knew well, one which portended impending mischief. “On one condition, though,” she demanded. “You gotta get at least as naked as me, babe.”
Amara gasped, seeming to balk, at which Tabby appended, “C’mon, girl! You’ve seen my tits a million times! You’re seeing ‘em now!” Here she paused to pose with her hands behind her head. “It’s only fair to show us yours!”
“Don’t pressure her, Tabby,” chided Kurt. Deep down, though, he hoped Amara would prove amenable to the idea. As he watched the Brazilian beauty’s expression, he recognized by degrees that his hope might yet be realized.
“I would not wish to impose,” she demurred, “nor to make you uncomfortable, Kurt.” Amara offered a shy smile to the young man. “You and Tabby are close, I know, but we are only – como dizer? – neighbors.”
“What better way to get closer?” asked the blonde with a breezy shrug. Kurt tried not to notice how the motion of her shoulders transferred downward into her bosom – or, at least, not notice too obviously.
Amara didn’t answer right away. Over the next few moments, she fidgeted with her hands, shifted position on the bed at least five times, and looked back and forth between Tabby and Kurt. While she conducted her internal debate, Tabby climbed onto the bed beside Kurt.
The young man turned to face his bedmate, intending to ask her purpose in joining him. Her passionate kiss on his lips forestalled and answered his unspoken query, however. Her hands roamed his chest and back as well; Kurt began to respond in kind, though he kept his hands to the relatively-safe areas of her waist, arms, and back.
Tabby started to nibble his lower lip. “Sorry to surprise you, Blue,” she apologized in the most unapologetic tone, “but I was getting bored.” One of her hands slipped beneath the pillow in Kurt’s lap, and her fingertips brushed against his softening member. “Damn,” she muttered, “I was afraid of that.”
For his part, Kurt shuddered at the contact, and his tail jerked excitedly. “As long as you’re not doing zis to push Amara to join us,” he whispered in warning. He glanced over at the room’s third occupant, whose gaze burned into the pillow obscuring her view. The Brazilian beauty bit her lower lip, and Kurt felt his lost arousal return due to her obvious desire.
“Not specifically,” purred the blonde closer to him. “Just trying to get her to make up her damn mind one way or the other,” she added, saying the last words more loudly than the others for emphasis while glaring pointedly at her roommate.
At that provocation, Amara raised her chin, clarity and resolve etched into her lovely face. Letting her actions serve as her answer, she bent down to first free her feet from her shoes. Once finished, she stood and spun, presenting her back to the others.
To his surprise, Kurt found himself most transfixed by the way her skin and muscles moved while she reached back to unclasp the strap of fabric behind her neck and peel her dress downward, gingerly to ensure her underwear remained in place.
“Oh my God, Kurt,” breathed Tabby. “Check out that ass!”
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A/N: A cliffhanger! Rather than continue this incident to its conclusion, which would require at least half again what I've already got (which is just a shade below the average chapter length thus far), I decided instead to pause here, publish, and continue on with the next chapter, which I hope won't require another 2 months to write. With the upcoming holiday season, no promises, but I hope to have chapter 9 up by the end of November.
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