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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 9: All That’s Best of Dark and Light
- Threesome (M/F/F), Fingering, Handjob, Fetish
“Oh my God, Kurt,” breathed Tabby. “Check out that ass!”
She needn’t have said anything – Kurt couldn’t focus anywhere else if he’d tried. Perfect, twin hemispheres of flesh, seemingly sculpted from warm brown clay and fired in a kiln, presented themselves. Only the thin white strip of her thong’s fabric interrupted the otherwise-unbroken shape and color of Amara’s rear.
“Tabby, you embarrass me!” replied Amara with a demure giggle. She still faced away from the cabin’s other occupants. Her hands navigated through her dark tresses to the clasp of her white strapless bra, which fell away a moment later.
“It’s true, though!” Tabby protested. “I wish my ass looked half that good. Hot damn, girl!” She raked her fingers excitedly through Kurt’s fur.
Picking up his cue, the young man concurred: “Ja, Amara, you look incredible!”
The Brazilian beauty giggled again and swayed her hips seductively. “In that case, I think, maybe I don’t turn around?” she teased.
Taby huffed and shot to her feet; Kurt tried to catch her but failed. “Girl, don’t make me come over there and turn you the fuck around,” she snapped, and Kurt couldn’t tell to what degree she was joking.
“Please calm down, Tabby,” interjected Kurt, “and don’t pressure her. Zat’s not okay.”
The blonde deflated a little. “You’re right, Blue,” she conceded. “Amara, I’m sorry. I’m just so fucking excited for this… but I guess I’m acting selfish. Forgive me, babe?”
Rather than verbalize her answer, Amara rotated slowly until she faced the other two teens. Her hands cupped and covered her breasts, provoking an exasperated sigh from her one-time roommate. “I forgive you, but, as punishment,” she purred in a manner reminiscent of the blonde, “I will make you wait sometime longer to see.”
“Bitch,” Tabby groused, though her tone indicated she only halfway meant it, and sat back down. With a sudden, ominous smirk, the blonde nodded towards Kurt. “Why punish Blue too? He’s been going to bat for you all night.”
“Oh, I plan to reward him,” Amara countered as she sat smoothly next to Kurt. Before he could ask, she darted in to plant a kiss on his lips, a kiss she soon deepened. Their tongues tangoed. A contented hum from the young woman escaped the juncture of their mouths; Kurt responded in kind, barely able to believe the searing heat of her lips and tongue on his own but swiftly losing himself to the sheer intensity of both.
After several long moments of kissing like that, Amara pulled away, suckling on Kurt’s lower lip until it slipped free of hers. A warm smile spread across her face, and his followed suit a moment later. “Tabby had told me you were a good kisser,” remarked the Brazilian beauty. “Now I see she didn’t exaggerate.”
The young man started at that revelation. “Ach! Tabby?! R-Really?”
“Girl talk,” Tabby explained in her usual breezy manner.
“Vhatever happened to ‘don’t kiss and tell’?” cried Kurt.
“Doesn’t apply to your bestie.”
Amara giggled. “Best friends, it seems, share all. I didn’t think so literally, though.” She scooted closer, almost into Kurt’s lap.
Distracted by her proximity, Kurt failed to notice Tabby mirroring her friend’s movement and leaning closer, until the sight of the two young women kissing registered. The gobsmacked young man tried his best not to gawk, but the sight of pink lips and brown engaged in such cautious, curious congress mesmerized him, through sheer novelty if nothing else. With each passing moment, their kiss deepened; and Kurt felt distinctly as though, merely by observing, he was intruding on a sacred moment between them, something both had deeply yearned for but never dared to even whisper aloud.
Before he could decide to teleport away and leave them to their own company, the two young women drifted apart, eyes still shut, panting for breath. Their eyes opened dazedly; when their gazes met a moment later, both beamed. Neither spoke, perhaps to maintain whatever vestiges of the magical moment yet remained, and Kurt didn’t dare disrupt it either. Wordlessly Tabby held out her hands, and Amara’s met them, their fingers interlacing.
“That’s my girl,” exulted Tabby. Her eyes noticeably migrated to the other girl’s bosom, drawing Kurt’s attention there as well. Larger than Amanda’s, but smaller than Tabby’s, Amara’s breasts bore the same blemish-free brown skin as the rest of her, surmounted with proportionally-sized darker-brown nipples, now standing on end. Now having seen them, Kurt could better appreciate Tabby’s drive to persuade her friend to bare them.
The Brazilian girl’s cheeks darkened under the others’ combined stares. “They’re nothing special,” she protested; but she made no move to cover herself. “Not like yours, Tabby.”
“Size isn’t everything, babe,” replied the buxom blonde. “Yours just look so damn… perfect on your body. Don’t you think so, Blue?”
When Amara looked over, Kurt nodded. “You could probably be a model,” he told her, meaning every word. Her grin invited a corresponding one from him.
Emboldened, Kurt leaned in to kiss her again, and his hands began to wander over her skin, savoring the warmth of every square inch. Amara’s breath hitched when they neared her thong, when they trailed along her thighs, and when they climbed her ribs. Each time, his fur ruffled.
Amara moaned in surprised delight once Kurt cupped her breasts. The more he kneaded, the more enthusiastically she kissed him. Pinching her nipples and rolling them in his fingers drove the Brazilian beauty to end the kiss, toss back her head, and moan in full-throated enjoyment.
At this point, Tabby leaned across leaned across Kurt’s lap to trail kisses along Amara’s neck. One of her hands replaced one of his on one of Amara’s breasts, freeing Kurt’s hand to roam where it would. Wanting to balance the attention paid to each girl, the young man elected to knead one of Tabby’s large, soft breasts.
The blonde trailed her lips along the Brazilian girl’s shoulder, eliciting another moan. Kurt noticed Amara reach down to fondle the blonde’s other breast, tentatively at first but with escalating confidence. “Damn, your hands feel good, babe,” Tabby enthused. “Warm and soft, like your tits.”
“I like how you both touch me,” replied the exotic beauty, panting with desire.
Ever ready to push the envelope, the blonde purred, “Let’s all get naked.” Before Kurt or Amara could respond, Tabby yanked away the pillow covering Kurt’s erection. The young man didn’t cover himself, but his tail lashed as he awaited Amara’s reaction.
He needn’t have worried.
“Deus no céu,” whispered a wide-eyed Amara. “Tabby told me you were – como dizer…” Unable to find the word, she shrugged. “I thought she exaggerated.”
“There’s a shitload of ways to put it, babe, but my favorite is ‘hung,’” supplied Tabby with a laugh.
Kurt chuckled as well. “I hope zis, ah, satisfies your curiosity?”
“It answers what I asked earlier,” replied the Latina, whose thighs rubbed together suggestively, “but… I am far from satisfied.”
Kurt thought he could feel the heat smoldering from her gaze. He barely had time to brace himself as Amara surged toward him for another heated kiss. The young man found himself driven back, until Amara lay halfway atop him, her breasts like twin embers against his chest, though his fur dampened the heat just enough for comfort. Her inquisitive hand grasped his length, and her fingers sought the ways he liked being touched.
Lost in this pleasure, Kurt could only return the passion of the burning kiss and the bliss of heated touch as best he could. His hands attended her bosom foremost, but they also blazed trails to other areas in due course. No part of Amara’s body remained uncaressed for long, especially not her plush rear. She writhed atop him.
“Damn, girl,” Tabby marveled, reminding both of the others of her presence. “Your thong is fucking soaked. Check this shit out, Blue!”
Kurt didn’t even have time to disengage from kissing Amara, because Tabby grasped his tail and wrapped something around the spaded tip. At first, the object felt simply soft like fabric, which proved pleasant enough. Additional sensations of warmth and dampness – like a washcloth doused in warm water – soon arrested his attention and wrenched a groan from his lips. Amara seized the opening to start nibbling his ear.
The young man opened his eyes, not remembering having shut them, to see, over the too-close-for-focus portions of Amara’s beauteous brownness, their buxom blonde companion stroking the sensitive tip of his tail with the thong she’d removed from their Brazilian bedmate. Kurt could just detect the discoloration of dampness on the otherwise-white fabric. The various implications of that sight made his member twitch in Amara’s hand, at which she emitted a delighted gasp.
Tabby’s electric-blue eyes, glittering with mischief and lust, met Kurt’s own. “You’re missing a hell of a view, Blue,” she purred. “Besides her fan-fucking-tastic ass, Amara’s got a damn faucet for a pussy.” The blonde bit her lip. “Can I play with your dripping pussy, babe?”
Amara nodded, panting with need, and stroked Kurt more firmly and rhythmically than before. “I hope I please you?” she murmured into his ear. “To touch your pau in this way is new to me.”
While Kurt had intuited Amara’s inexperience, her enthusiasm and uniquely-warm hand had thus far felt quite delightful. “You’re doing great, Amara,” he reassured her, pinching her nipples for emphasis.
A wet, squishing sound emanating from between Amara’s thighs preempted her response. The Brazilian beauty’s back arched, and her brown eyes rolled back into her head. “Ahh, Tabby… you… your finger… inside!” she half-sputtered, half-moaned.
“Wet like a faucet, hot like a furnace,” Tabby noted, voice thick with lust. “Babe, I hate to break this to you: any guy who fucks you is gonna nut in no time, way before you cum.” More wet sounds ensued, along with more moans from Amara.
Kurt could see the muscles of Tabby’s forearm working; he surmised that her fingers now plumbed her best friend’s depths. His tail, now deprived of the blonde’s attentions, wriggled free of Amara’s underwear and slithered into the crotch of Tabby’s bikini bottoms. With only a few concentrated tugs, he pulled the garment below her knees, and Tabby wasted no time finishing the job.
Contrary to his expectations – that Tabby preferred going bare – a narrow V of dark hair pointed like an arrow towards her sex. She flashed him a wicked grin. “Thanks, Blue. Let’s see if we can all fit onto this tiny-ass bed together and really get this party started!”
With some effort – for the bed was indeed designed for single occupancy, not triple – the trio clambered into a position reasonably comfortable for all. Kurt reclined on his elbows, and his tail stroked Tabby’s thighs. Amara straddled his lap and stroked his length with her delightfully-warm hand. Behind her, Tabby knelt astride Kurt’s shins; one hand roamed the Brazilian beauty’s brown body, while the other pumped back and forth inside Amara’s sex.
“Kurt, Tabby,” breathed Amara, barely preventing herself from moaning, “this feels muito bem!” Her hips rocked back and forth on her friend’s finger, which ground her groin against the base of Kurt’s blue shaft.
Kurt nodded in agreement. “Ja, Amara, your hand feels good too!” he affirmed. He sat up to relieve his elbows of his weight, which also freed his hands to resume fondling Amara’s breasts. She rewarded him by running her other hand over his furred chest and biting her lip to stifle a moan.
Tabby hummed in delight as she explored her best friend’s body, though she spared a moment here and there to knead her own breasts. “This is exactly as hot as I’d hoped,” she gushed. “For the record, if you two wanna fuck, I’m down to just sit back and watch my two favorite people.”
Kurt laughed. “You’re too much, Tabby!”
Amara also laughed and shook her head. “Not tonight, I think. I am only beginning to explore.”
“Just thought I’d offer,” replied the blonde with a shrug.
“You’re too kind, alvays trying to make our lives more fun,” quipped Kurt. An idea crept into his head, and a broad, wicked grin spread across his face. “Let me do something fun for you.” Something I’ve wanted to try for a while now, he added silently, ever since that afternoon in the back of Amanda’s car.
A confused but enthusiastic smile lit the blonde’s lips. “Okay, Blue – whatcha got?”
Rather than answer in words, Kurt demonstrated, nuzzling the tip of his tail against the warm, wet flesh of Tabby’s most intimate area. He thoroughly savored the way the blonde’s expression melted into jaw-dropped shock and again into eyes-rolled pleasure. For his part, he couldn’t deny how good she felt against the sensitive spade-shaped flesh.
“Holy shit,” whispered Tabby when Kurt flicked the sensitive nub at the apex of her sex. “Is that what I think it is – your tail stroking my pussy?” Kurt just flicked the spot again. “Fuck, Blue… that’s so damn kinky…” With a bit lip, she cracked one eyelid open and shot him a naughty smile. “I’m impressed.”
At this point, Amara began to undulate, and the rhythmic wet sound emanating between her thighs assumed an air of finality. “Close now! So close!” she moaned.
“Aww, shit,” Tabby griped. “You can’t cum yet; I didn’t even get the second finger in!”
Amara didn’t listen, though. Instead, she face-planted into Kurt’s chest, which muffled her moans. Her hand ceased stroking him as her whole body rocked with the spasms of her ecstasy. The wet noise between her thighs shifted into an erratic burble.
“You horny little slut!” Tabby cried, though the broad grin on her lips and lustful tone belied the words. “You just squirted your hot pussy juice all over my arm and stomach!” The blonde reached down, between her own thighs, to rub her hand along the tip of Kurt’s tail.
The young man groaned at the contact of Tabby’s hand coated in Amara’s hot wetness, smearing that substance onto his sensitive skin. Kurt thrust himself against Amara’s hand to continue climbing his own peak. He had just enough presence of mind to caress the still-convulsing young woman atop him as she recovered from her climax.
“You like how that feels, Blue? Pussy juice from two hot bitches all over you?” purred Tabby, at which Kurt could only nod. “You’re gonna fucking love this, then!” With a little pressure from her fingers, the blonde guided the spaded tip inside her.
At that moment, the blue-furred mutant’s awareness narrowed to two and only two things: the sensation of warmth and friction on his manhood, and the heady cocktail of warm-soft-wet surrounding the tip of his tail. Lost in pleasure, he could focus only on acquiring more, so he ground against Amara’s blissfully-warm body with abandon. His tail also tried to lash, but the motion turned into a form of thrusting into Tabby.
“Blue!” yelped the blonde at the unusual sensation. “Fuck my pussy! Fuck me with your tail!” A deluge of “fuck” streamed from her throat as she careened over the edge.
With a lengthy groan, Kurt followed suit a moment later. Every pulse and contraction felt as if it emptied him, only for the next to drain him just as thoroughly. Once the last spasms finally passed, Kurt’s whole body relaxed, falling limp like an unstrung marionette.
Tabby leaned back on her haunches, gasping as through greedy for every last atom of oxygen. “Damn, Blue,” she finally managed between breaths. “You’re a real demon in the sack.”
Kurt’s post-orgasmic euphoria dissipated at the blonde’s words like morning mist under a midsummer sun. He started to sit up, but Amara’s weight atop him prevented him. He gritted his teeth and nudged the Brazilian girl, who didn’t budge. “Amara, are you alright?” he queried.
“Hm? Oh… ah… I think so,” she answered in a dazed tone. The exotic beauty levered herself off Kurt and onto her side, revealing an abdomen coated in Kurt’s ejaculate and a right hand completely covered in the same. “Apologies – I had to think a moment to answer you in English.”
Recognizing that problem all too well, Kurt chuckled. Piqued by a sudden curiosity, he asked her, “How many languages do you speak?”
Amara grinned. “Fluently, three – Portuguese, Spanish, and Italian; those came easy because they’re so close. My English is a struggle, because it is…” She pursed her lips, looking for the words, but shook her head in defeat. “Strange,” she settled on.
“Better than I could do,” Tabby reassured her friend. With a wink at Kurt, the blonde added, “My girl’s a ‘cunning linguist.’” Kurt snorted.
Amara clearly missed the pun, for she didn’t respond. Instead, she marveled at the unfamiliar substance now drying on her dark skin, a puzzled smile on her lips. “It is – como dizer? – like a modern painting,” she remarked.
“Kinky art,” quipped Tabby.
Kurt leaned up to notice the fur on his torso soaked and matted from the time Amara’s hot body had lain pressed against him. “Vhat a mess,” he sighed. “I should go back to my room for a shower.”
“Wait, Blue, before you go,” interdicted Tabby. The blonde clambered atop the young man and captured his mouth in a deep, lingering kiss, one which she ended by suckling his lower lip. “Tonight didn’t go quite how I’d hoped, but it was still so fucking hot.”
Before he could respond to her, Amara cupped Kurt’s chin with her dry hand and turned his face towards her. “I also enjoyed myself, Kurt,” she agreed. “Obrigada for such a pleasant first experience of this sort.” Her dark eyes smoldered with something Kurt couldn’t quite identify.
The room suddenly began to feel a little cramped; so Kurt, without further ado, grabbed his clothes and teleported back to his cabin for a nice, long shower. A threesome! he exulted to himself as he scrubbed shampoo into his fur, erasing the evidence of what had happened. A grin spread across his face, seemingly etched permanently into place now. I never thought such things happened in real life! Especially not to… me.
The young man’s mind continued to whirl in that same vein even as he bedded down for the night. Despite the unexpected turn of events, Tabby, it seemed, had accomplished her original objective after all – Kurt didn’t spare a moment’s thought for Amanda for the rest of the cruise.
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A/N: Apologies for the delay on this chapter - the holidays proved busier than anticipated. I hope this chapter, concluding the 3-way, will have been worth the wait. I plan to start on the next chapter soon, but no telling how quickly I'll be finished.
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