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poster: Amezri date: 3 March 2002, 11:57pm EST She opened her eyes, squinting in the darkness. /Kurt? Is that you?/ "Are you okay?" A hand caressed her face. She nodded. /I didn't think anyone was coming./ "Can I go home now?" "Not yet." Cassie looked into his eyes, confused. "I want to leave." "You can't leave." "Get me out of here," she growled. "Now." "I told you Cassandrea." He leaned forward then, inches from her face. "You can't leave." The realization hit her like a brick wall. It wasn't Kurt. It wasn't anyone she was hoping for. Ben was back and he was touching her. /I think I'm going to throw up./
poster: Jen date: 4 March 2002, 4:30pm EST Sarah and Rogue quietly made their way around the side of the warehouse, as directed by Logan. Abruptly, Sarah stopped. Catching the older girl’s eye, she pointed down the narrow alley to the dumpster. "Cass?" Rogue asked worriedly. Sarah tasted the air again. "No, but she was here." "Check it out." ***** Sarah took a deep breath as Rogue disappeared around the corner. This seemed like such a good idea back at the mansion… Slowly, she approached the dumpster, checking the air and pausing for any errant vibrations with every step. There weren’t any, so Sarah eased open the lid, trying to remain as silent as possible, in case any other unfriendlies were in the area. Sarah got the lid open and gasped. The sticky black tar fouled her taste buds, and all but enclosed the figure lying amongst the trash. Dropping into the dumpster Sarah began clearing the black goo from the unconscious girl, hoping that Cassandrea was in better shape. ***** Rogue met up with Max around the back of the building. "Where’s Sarah?" "Checking something out. You ready?" "I was ready an hour ago," Max growled. Rogue tapped her com-link. Receiving an answering tap, she turned to Max and smiled. "Then let’s go." ***** "Why are you doing this to me?" Cassandrea sobbed, trying to pull away from the unwanted caress. "We were meant to be together. Can’t you see that?" Cassie didn’t get a chance to reply, as Rogue broke through the back door with Max close on her heels. She called out a warning, but it was too late. Max and Rogue went down in blankets of inky tar just as Logan and Kurt teleported in. Logan roared and charged the unassuming looking teen who quickly grabbed Cassandrea in a chokehold and put her between himself and Logan. Logan skidded to a stop and watched Ben warily, his eyes darting to Max and Rogue who struggled to free themselves from their elastic bonds and would be of little help. "You can’t have her! She’s mine. We’re meant to be together." "Over my dead body," Logan growled charging. Ben spat again coating Logan’s chest with the black tar, but it didn’t stop him. Ben panicked, releasing Cassie with a shove that sent her sprawling to the floor. The instant Logan tackled Cass’ assailant, Kurt bampfed to her side, ready to gather her up and teleport her to safety, but as his hand touch her shoulder, Cassandrea freaked, kicking him in the chest and scrambling away until her back was pressed up against he wall. "Zauberin... Cassandrea..." Kurt called as he slowly approached her, her eyes wide with fear. "It’s me, Kurt." He reached for her bound hands and she flinched. "See, blue and furry. Please Cass..." "K ...Kurt?" Kurt sighed in relief as he grasped her hands. "Yes, zauberin it’s me." Kurt brushed her hair from her face wincing at the sight of the bruises forming on her face. "Can I go home now?" "Yes, Cassandrea, you can go home now," He promised, brushing her cheek with the tip of his tail. Kurt looked to Ben, lying on the ground beside. His yellow eyes narrowed and glittered in the darkness as he released Cassie taking a determined step towards Ben. Logan stood, blocking Kurt’s path. "He’s not getting’ away, Elf. You go take care of Cassie. I’ll deal with him." Kurt looked down at Cassandrea’s tear-streaked face. "Thanks, Logan," he said, giving his teammate a faint smile before disappearing in a cloud of noxious fumes. Logan crouched before the cringing figure on the floor, regarding him like a bug caught in a jar. "Now," Logan said, slowly releasing a single claw, "Let’s have a little talk."
poster: Amezri date: 5 March 2002, 1:09am EST OOC: You know Jen, I don't know what kinda foof you want from me, but.. hm. Chaste; that's what Nacey called me. *shrug* It's true. This is a lot longer than I had planned. *shrug* Kurt made several jumps before he and Cassie finally made it back to the mansion. His first instinct had been to take her back to her room so she could rest, but Jean insisted Cassandrea be examined in MedLab. Kurt grudgingly agreed and stayed by his love's side as the red-head poked and prodded her. "Can she go now?" Kurt sighed impatiently. "Doctor Summers." "Hmm?" Jean looked up from her patient. Kurt repeated himself. "Oh, yes. She's in a bit of shock, but all right otherwise. She just needs some rest." She turned to place some intruments back on their tray. /I knew that already,/ Kurt thought as he clenched his jaw. "I'll have her see you in the morning if she's not better. Gute Nacht." He gathered Cassie in his arms and nuzzled her face. "You're safe now, Liebling," he whispered as they exited the bright, sterile room. *** How long had she been in that place? Hardly a day... yet it felt like weeks. Alone in the dark. It didn't matter. Kurt was with her now, taking care of her. She pressed herself closer to his body. Kurt was warm - warm and safe. She needed both. The sound of running water pounded against her ears. /Bathroom,/ she thought dully. Kurt was running her a bath. He poured some bath gel into the water. "I know you probably want to get cleaned up." Cassandrea stood there, watching the foam form on the surface of the water. She tuned out everything around her, only dimly aware of the fact that Kurt was washing her hair and scrubbing the nasty black goo from her skin. Kurt wrapped her in a soft towel and carried her back to her room. "Here, put this on," he said softly. She complied without a word, pulling on the t-shirt and pajama bottoms. He dried her hair as best as he could with the towel and placed a kiss on her forehead. "Come on, time for bed, Zauberin." He pulled down her covers, waiting for her to lie down. /I'm not tired./ "Cassie? You should get some sleep." /I don't.../ "Come on," he said, gently guiding her. "That's a good girl." /It's dark.../ He stroked her damp hair and kissed her goodnight. "I'll be back to check on you in the morning." Leaving the light on, he headed for the door. /Don't go./ "Kurt..." "Yes, Liebling?" "Don't... don't go..." her voice trembled, tears stinging her eyes. "Could you... stay with me? For a little while..." He shut the door and walked soundlessly to her bed, slipping under the covers. She curled against him, shaking like a frightened animal. "It's all right," he cooed, stroking her hair. "You're safe now. You're safe." OOC: So who's giving Ben the beat down? :-P
poster: nacey date: 5 March 2002, 10:41pm EST Logan dragged the tips of his claws along the wet concrete floor of the warehouse. His hazel eyes glinted and he grinned. I wished I could have helped him scare the crap out of that little asshole. I could barely move as the tar around be began to thicken. What was worse was that it sank through the clothes I wore, through the material vents on the underarms and through the edges of my collar and sleeves, and I could feel it seep in, bonding with my fur. That was going to be a bitch to get out. It was like being stuck in chewing-gum. "What are you gonna do to me?!" the shitter cried. "Not sure yet," said Logan, crouching before Ben and hooking a hand around his ankle. Ben let out a shriek. Rogue was next to me, struggling in the goo as well. She was strong, but it didn't help. She didn't have anything to cut through the goo and release herself like Logan did. "Logan!" she called. "Don't you hurt him!" "Oh I won't," grinned Logan. "...Badly." Ben screamed. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sarah helped me as I came limping out of the warehouse, Rogue in a similar gluggy shape. "You okay?" she asked. "I can barely move," I groaned, "This stuff smells like shit." "I know," she winced. Summers is here, and so is some back-up. They're taking the injured back." "I can make it," I said. "Ha. Sure." "I think it's inside my suit." "It crawls," groaned Rogue. I'll bet it is." "Oh man... my fur..."
poster: Jen date: 7 March 2002, 11:23am EST "What a fascinating substance." Hank remarked, poking at black goo hardening into Max’s fur. "And you say he regurgitated it on you?" "Yeah. Can you get it off?" Max asked impatiently. It seemed to be coming off Rogue’s skin fairly easily. Fur on the other hand... Hank eyed the congealing mess matting Max’s fur and frowned. "Max, I am truly sorry. I simply cannot foresee a manner of extricating the bituminous mass from your fur." "What?! I’m gonna be covered with this crap forever?" "We could douse you with feathers and make you part of my history presentation," Sarah offered. Max rolled his eyes. "Ha. Ha. Very funny." "Or, we could..." Max groaned. Usually, he couldn’t get Sarah to talk, and now she wouldn’t shut up. And Hank kept poking at him and putting noxious chemicals on his matted fur. This day simply couldn’t get any worse. "Or how about..." "This is payback for my ‘you reek’ comment, isn’t it?" "Yup. Ooh... ooh..." Sarah cried, nudging his foot. "I know-" Sarah simply wasn’t taking his predicament seriously. In fact, she seemed to be finding it highly amusing. "Don’t you have something better to do?" "Nope," Sarah winked and patted him on the knee. "I’m here for moral support." "Oh joy." "Sarah, I think Dr. Grey could use a hand could use a hand over there," Hank offered steering her across the room. "This better count toward my sentence," Sarah grumbled, shuffling off to deal with her favorite person. Hank chuckled and returned to Max’s side. "Sarah’s colorful suggestions aside, I’m afraid I have only one other option to suggest." "Whatever, Hank, just get this crap off me." "Very well." Dr. McCoy disappeared into the storage closet, returning a few minutes later with a small box and a distressed look. "What’s that?" Max asked, afraid that he’d been wrong before. His day could get worse. ***** Sarah grumbled and shuffled off to prepare a room for Alison. At least making beds and scrounging up clothes and bathing supplies beat scrubbing up all the gooey crap on the med lab floor. /Then again, I’ll probably get to do that tomorrow./ Sarah squared the pillow and tugged the blanket a hair tighter before being satisfied that the bunk would pass the General’s standards. Let alone Dr. Grey’s. "Whoa girl, you tuck those any tighter and I’ll never get in there." Insulted, Sarah squared her shoulders and turned to glare at the blonde in the doorway. "If you don’t like it, you can always go back to your dumpster." Alison laughed. "Good one. Damn." She remarked, plopping down on the bed. "You really could bounce a quarter off this puppy. They teach a class in that here?" "It’s an elective," Sarah replied dryly. "By the way," Alison called out as Sarah retreated, "Thanks for the rescue. My attempt didn’t go so well." "I’d say not. Do you need anything else?" "A way to tactfully decline old baldie’s offer of a cell of my own here at Geek U?" Sarah chuckled. "Sorry, can’t help you with that one. Tact isn’t my strong suit."
poster: nacey date: 7 March 2002, 1:14pm EST I looked into the mirror with a deep sense of shock. The sight that looked back at me was bizarre. After so many years of looking a certain way, as many times as I wished otherwise, being another was terribly -- revealing. For a starters I never really noticed how muscled I'd gotten over all the years of fitness and combat training. I was all ripply and harsh lines, instead of - well. I wasn't furry anymore. I missed my fur. I wanted my fur back. Where the dappled golden leopard patches used to be, on my chest and the outsides of my arms and legs, was skin. Pale, smooth, skin. I felt a whimper in my throat. Sarah was going to piss herself laughing. I looked to the chopped up fur on the floor of my bathroom and swept it up, standing there in my jocks and not a lot else. There was a knock on my door and I knew exactly who it was. "It's open!" I called. I heard her steps as she walked through, and she knocked on the door. "Can I come in?" "Yeah," I said darkly. She opened the door, and her eyes fell on me in my furlessness. I shrugged, totally embarrassed, "Hank said I could do the rest in my room. He was sick of seeing me cry like a baby as he rid me of my manhood." "Well, that's... different." I slumped. "I look human. I look bizarre. You can see all my skin and all these lumpy muscle things I didn't know I had!" I lifted my arms and pointed to my pecs and the bulgy muscles where my ribs once were. "Look at that!!" "Yeah Max. They're called muscles, and kinda nice ones at that, even if they are pretty pasty." "It's not my fault they never got to see much sun. Look at my claws dude! No fur on my hands - just skin and claws. Ew!" I sat on my closed toilet and put my head in my hands. "I miss my freakiness. I'm an un-freak." Sarah tilted her head. "I thought you would have been sad to see it gone... I mean, haven't the humans given you a hard time about it?" "Yeah but after I arrived here I stopped caring about what they said to me." I looked over myself and sighed. "I dunno. I really began to like this about myself. It was a part of my personality. Now I gotta wait God knows how long to get it back." I groaned. "People are so gonna laugh." "I'll handle anybody that calls you a plucked chicken or laughs. Trust me. I could use the target practice." I gave her a weary and thankful smile. "So... what did you find in the dumpster?" "Cassie's friend and the biggest rat I've ever seen. And I am never going to get the stench of the tar out of my clothes." I groaned, putting my face in my hands. "Oh God that guy needed a pack of mentos." "I never got the pleasure. I hope Logan doesn't listen to Rogue. That fuck-head needs dead, or Cassie'll never be safe." "Tell me about it. I'm really ragged - how you feeling?" "I'm done, but I think I have class is in like 2 hours." I grabbed her hand, dragging her towards my bed. "I think they'll forgive us you skip this one class, considering you didn't get any sleep." I collapsed down onto the bed. I needed my sleep, and my body was fast shutting itself down. "Works for me. They want me up they can come drag me out of bed," she said, settling down. Sarah let me wrap my arms around her as we snuggled under the covers. I dunno how it felt for her, but feeling her skin right against mine was totally strange. Not that I got to think about it much more than that. I fell dead asleep.
poster: Jen date: 15 March 2002, 9:07pm EST OOC: Just remember - this post comes from the Queen of Fade to Black Sarah stirred as morning's first light came streaming through the window. Moaning softly, she shifted, trying to hide from the sun. As she sought the darkness, her cheek moved across smooth skin and she panicked, shoving the warm male body away. Still half asleep, Sarah rolled off the bed, knocking over the nightstand. MAx awoke as his bedside lamp shatterred. "Sarah?" "I'm fine," Sarah grumbled. "You’re bleeding!" Max cried. Sarah gave a sheepish smile and rubbed her head. "Sorry I broke you lamp." "I’m not worried about the lamp." Max pulled her close checking her arm. "I’m worried about you." "Geez, Max," Sarah snapped, yanking her arm away, embarassed that he should be so nice after she just freaked. "It was just a scratch." "Fine," Max huffed. "Are you coming back to bed?" "Can I?" Max smiled and scooted over to make some more room for her. Sarah snuggled back down in the crook of his arm, splaying her finger across his chest as she tried to get comfortable. "This feels weird without the fur," she grumbled, as her fingers neglected to find the comforting fur to tangle in. Max blushed a deep red, and for the first time she could see that it went all the way down his neck and chest. "Sorry," he said, rubbing his eye groggily. "I'm trying to grow it back as fast as I can." "Furless does have has some advantages." "Such as, Max asked, his voice growing husky as Sarah’s finger skimmed along the harsh lines of his pecs and abs. "Won’t take you as long to dry off... you won’t shed on the furniture..." Max thumped his head on his pillow and groaned. "Is it too much to ask that my girlfriend not give me a hard time?" "I was trying to lighten the mood. You were being all whiney." "Whiney? I do not whine." "Max, you whine." Sarah tried and failed to keep the smirk from her face. "Where was I?" She asked shifting to straddle his hips. "Getting ready to pick on me again." "See... whining." Sarah winked and dropped a quick kiss on the end of his nose. "Well... you know... you could shut me up." Max wiggled his brows with a salacious smile. "Really? And how exactly would I do that?" Without a word, Max sat up, bringing a hand around Sarah and pulling her into a deep, searing kiss. Sarah whimpered and gripped his shoulders, as Max plundered her mouth and bit and kissed his way down her neck. Panting, Sarah broke the kiss and pushed him back against the pillows. Eyes aglow, she sunk her teeth into his neck, biting firmly before laving the spot with her tongue and moving downward. His claws dug deeper into her hips for a moment before releasing her so she could continue her path down his chest. Sarah swirled her tongue around his navel and hooked a slim finger in the waistband of his shorts. She got no further, because someone with a death wish pounded on the door.
poster: Amezri date: 28 March 2002, 1:47pm EST OOC: Look! A postie! She awoke slowly, pressing herself closer against the warm, soft, velvet skin of the man sleeping next to her. Yesterday had been... Something she didn't want to remember, yet could never forget. Cassandrea untangled herself from Kurt's embrace and quietly made her way to the large window. The bright rays of early morning spilled into the room as she pulled the curtain back. "Cassie, come back to bed," Kurt yawned. To be kidnapped by the Brotherhood was one thing - they had reasons that made a strange kind of sense. A means to an end. But what happened with Ben... "Why didn't he know?" "Why didn't who know?" Kurt sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. She turned slowly, letting the curtain fall back into place. /The Professor./ "Nothing," she whispered, returning to her bed. "You wanna go grab some breakfast?" she smiled brightly. Kurt regarded her carefully. "Are you sure?" "Yeah, positive," she beamed. "I didn't eat most of yesterday 'cause, well, you know. I'm starved." He furrowed his brow. "Well... okay." Cassie was acting really weird, considering... "Great!" She placed a quick kiss on his fuzzy cheek. "Let me just wash my face and stuff and we'll see what's left to eat. Hopefully Max and Logan haven't made it down there yet." All through breakfast, Kurt kept an eye on Cassandrea, who constantly flashed him one of her beaming, "I'm fine, see?" smiles. The day was unusually pleasant and Cassie had wanted to take a walk outside. He had attempted several times to get her to talk about what was bothering her, but she quickly changed the subject or pretended not to hear him. If she didn't want to talk about what was obviously bothering her, Kurt doubted he'd be able to drag it out of her.
poster: nacey date: 3 April 2002, 11:45am EST As Sarah relieved him of his shorts, he stretched out on the bed, getting comfortable, mind reeling at the delightful sensations she was bringing alive in him. His hands skidded over her skin as she pleasured him below, her tongue quick and clever. He encouraged her actions with little grunts, and although their love-making was as fervent as always, the lack of fur somehow took away from it. He felt numb, as if someone had wrapped him in some invisible barrier, for his skin lacked the additional source of stimulation that the fur provided. He rolled Sarah over, his mouth sealing over the flesh of her shoulder, pointed teeth grazing, digging, tongue sliding and smoothing ravaged skin possessively. It was this rough animalistic love-play that he discovered Sarah preferred, and he gave it to her willingly, silently thanking God that he'd found someone who understood him so intimately. Not only were these bouts of love-making relief to him and his hormone ruled system, but the play of dominance and succumbing fed his deeper instincts that he'd slowly learnt not to ignore, but to incorporate into who and what he was. The lack of fur was a lesson to him, to how strange humanity would be to him now, how much his mutation had become him. Their efforts soon made them hungry, so they made their way to find something to eat. The mess hall was between meals, so they dug around the smaller kitchen downstairs, that opened up into the gardens, trying to find either leftovers or fresh pickings. Max thought that perhaps he should check up on Cassie eventually... he worried about her after all that had happened. Sarah saw him pouting into his polony and salad sandwich, and toed his leg affectionately. "Penny for your thoughts."
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