Choose Your Own X-Venture: Kitty Pryde (Patreon)

He positioned his cock and slid it easily into Emma’s seeping sex, finding her well-lubricated with both her own juices and his saliva from earlier, and he pumped fast, savage, into the spit-slick channel of her cunt. Sliding himself in time and time again.

Flames seared through Emma’s cunt and up into her taut belly, the muscle showing through the soft flesh as she tensed with effort, trying to withstand the sudden sensation. Her breasts rolled and jiggled on her heaving chest, while her head flew back and forth, as if trying to evade the passion flaring throughout her body.

Sweating and burning up and jerking constantly, he fucked her, rubbing their bodies together in a miasma of mingled sweat. His belly slapped against Emma’s as his cock whipped in and out of her, seeming to start a fire in her with sheer friction. She could feel the heat, red-hot on his shaft, rising up from her cunt to her belly to her throbbing breasts. Emma opened her eyes. He was just a blur, a feeling, a cock.

Her hips started to move. She found herself fucking him back. He groaned appreciably, unable to resist her, and came, pouring cum into her like molten lead into a vat. Emma cooed as she was filled. So much, after so little for so long.

Hadn’t this been what she’d wanted? Cock, cum, coming? Wasn’t this the man she had been dreaming about?

If it wasn’t, well, there was always another. And here he came now, flipping Emma over, fitting his body easily atop hers, and impaling her again. Emma moaned happily, and wondered who it was. Namor? Sebastian Shaw? Logan? Hell, who cared. He showed no sign of stopping, so it wasn’t as if she’d have to tell him anything.

His body lifted from hers, held up on his hands and toes, leaving her body crackling with need as she felt his absence from the nape of her neck to the bottom of her feet. God, maybe it was a bitch with a strap-on. Her one weakness…

No, he jammed himself into her, ruthlessly, with all his strength, and that just had to be real. Real, and very masculine. She responded to it instinctively. His cock was good. Bigger than the other one. She wondered which of them knew more about using theirs…

His touch, the coiling thrusts of his strong body into her, the even more deeply felt penetration of her own sensually receptive flesh, it all came together to fire her. The thrill of it all blazed in her body, her skin trembling and twitching under him, her mind helplessly tied to the length and power of his frantic strokes. She could not think of, could not feel, anything but him.

Her thighs tensed. Her calves flexed and bunched. Her face contorted as if in agony. Her hands reached behind her to tear at his shoulders.

Emma could not feel anything but how he was using her and she wouldn’t want it any other way.

Suddenly, she was there, her body completely returned to the state her first lover had left her in: that of incandescent pleasure. It had been no use trying to drag herself down from the heights she had reached—her body was far too oversensitive, too vulnerable, not to give in. She was completely lost in the throes of her climax.

She had a cock in her. A big cock.

She was getting fucked.

She loved it.

What else mattered?

Her body seemed to lift from the sweaty mattress. Her strong buttocks tightened, making an even louder sound as her lover rebounded off them with every thrust. She threw herself back, back to meet the body against hers. She screamed in rage that he wasn’t fucking her fast enough, hard enough, that she couldn’t get enough of his sweat and their mingling sexes’ aroma on the racing gasps that made up her breath. Nothing would ever be enough.

“Fuck me! Pour your cock into my cunt, give me all of it! Fuck me like only you can fuck me!”

Now if only she knew just who he was. Maybe it was Cable. She had often entertained the notion of fucking one of Scott’s relations or another. And it wasn’t like Rachel would be volunteering anytime soon…

Wildly, she fucked upward into his impaling cock. Savagely, she hurled and twisted her body as if to deny just how skewered she was. He drove himself into her, determined to stretch her enough so he could fill the depths of her wildly demanding pussy.

And then she came again, electrocuted by bolts of lustful heat. His arms wrapped around her, squeezing her madly rutting body tighter to his, and she grabbed hold of his biceps and tightened her grip as hard as she could.

“Deeper… deeper…” Emma moaned. “Fuck… deeper…”

Her body writhed beneath his, striving to suck his cum into the furthest reaches of her sex, and he strove to oblige her, whipping in and out of her, huffing and panting as she did the same, holding on, bucking back at him, racing to repeat an orgasm that had never really stopped.

Emma moaned. Her sweat-damp flesh tingled with desire, need, and simple hunger. She whined for more, whimpering when he slowed down. Her lungs were gasping for air, their desperation barely reflected even in the vibration heaving of her breasts. Her eyes were bright, unseeing, glazed as they stared forward into a mirror that conveniently showed her lover mounting her, though her gaze was far too blurry to make him out. And her ears were keenly hearing every gasp, every grunt, every sound he made as he fucked into her.

Now he was gasping back at her, a low and guttural groan that seemed to trigger his climax. He dropped onto her so that her slippery breasts were crushed to the bed, hard muscles covering her back, and before Emma could even register just how well-built he was, his seed came jetting out of his cock, filling her cunt far beyond the capacity it had already reached.

She clung desperately to the bedsheets, as if they could offer succor, still hunching, humping, her body doing it all instinctively, knowing Emma would never deny herself when it was this close. She heaved and worked feverishly, her eyes opening wide, her mouth stretched in a smile of not only satiation, but the anticipation of more. She screamed out her orgasm, so depleting herself of her own panting breaths that it seemed she would faint from a lack of oxygen.

Maybe she did. A soft light seemed to flow over her, white but not cold, warm, a warmth that filled her body. She sighed as she seemed to float away, more light than flesh.

She had never known such ecstasy. She had never known sex like this. She could tell from somewhere far away that she was being fucked again, little by little being drawn inexorably back to her body for the one thing she could never get enough of. She was warmed by an ocean of cum, the sweet and sticky proof of her ability, her desirability, and her power as a woman.

She was slipping away forever, lost in the wet oblivion of pleasure that had always eluded her. Finally found.

Then Emma woke up. Feeling utterly well-rested, yet exhausted at the same time, a benevolent gloss of sweat covering her, tingling warmly with her, greeting the air that rushed in as she tossed her soaked bedsheets aside. Her nightie plastered to her body, equally wet, and she almost moaned as it caressed her. Her nipples… oh, God, her cunt…

“You have a nightmare?” Scott asked. He was fixing his collar, examining his borrowed polo shirt and dockers in the mirror. They were a little tight, but Emma was hardly in a state to complain.

“What?” she asked, still a little dazed from the dream. It was almost as if she could still feel it—that if she just tensed her sex a little, she could feel one more stroke from her phantom lover…

“You were tossing and turning,” Scott said. “Moaning. I thought maybe you were having a bad dream.”

“And you didn’t wake me?” Emma asked, getting up on her hands. Her muscles pleasantly burned, as if she’d run a marathon—a marathon of what, though…

“You get run pretty ragged. At least while we’re in this universe, you can catch up on your beauty sleep.”

Emma smiled lopsidedly. Oh, he was being considerate now…? “As if I need it.”

“What’s the problem? You’ve always hated waking up in the AM before.”

“But I’ve never minded how you used to wake me up.”

“Well, nothing much to wake up to. Our hosts just want to run a few more tests to make sure we are who we say we are.”

Emma swung her legs over the side of the bed, letting Scott get a good danger at them if he wanted. There was not a stitch on them, not all the way to her hip. “Scanning my mind wasn’t good enough?”

“They say there’s always a chance you’ve been manipulated. They want to check out each and every one of us.”

“Moi? Let’s face it, darling, if anyone were manipulating this team in preparation for some devastating act of treason, it’d be me.”

“I know, dear.” Now that she was awake, Scott went to put some coffee on. Emma fell back to bed, watching him as he futzed with the coffeemaker. The old one had given him enough trouble, and that was from his own dimension. “They’ve had some issues with alternate universe quislings trying to open them up to incursions from the Fury. You remember that?”

“I always remember my nightmares. Galactus, but for universes.” She gave a melodramatic shudder and turned it into rolling around on the bed, cocooning herself in sheets. “So what’s it to be then? Loyalty oaths? Lie-detector tests?”

“Mind probes. From their best psychic.”

“Jean?” Emma asked, her good humor pushed so far it became brittle.

Scott held up a consoling hand. “She has the Phoenix Force. There’s no beating that.”

“No. There’s not. All that passion and energy, just ever so slightly repressed by that good girl librarian exterior…”

“It’s not like that,” Scott insisted.

“Oh? You don’t wake me up, intent on leaving, sneaking out in the middle of the night so you can rendezvous with your ex-lover and be probed…”

“She’s not my ex-lover. And it’s 11 AM.”

“Don’t go,” Emma countered. “Stay here. Love me. I saw how it was in the mind-share yesterday… we’re not beyond fixing. We’ll just try a little harder, we both will. I’ve seen your lust, I know you still want me—“

“I can’t right now—“

“I know why!”

“We have to show them they can trust us.”

“She reminds you so much of your Jean—“

“She isn’t.”

“She makes you feel clean again and I just remind you of how dirty you are.”

“Would you like me to let Irma scan me instead? Would that make you happy?”

Emma got up on her knees, the blankets falling away, her nightie falling between her thighs where she knelt. “It would. Maybe she can seduce you. Maybe if you fuck that Frost, you’ll remember how much you used to like fucking me.”

“This isn’t about sex, Emma.”

“Then why are you making it about that? You don’t hold my hand either. You don’t hold me.”

“Have we ever been about holding hands?”

“We’ve never needed to be. Until now, apparently.”

“You’re going to make me late.”

“And you’re not going to make me late, not at this rate.” Emma smiled, all brittle. “Jean, then. I hope you fuck her. So long as you show a little life for once. You’ve rolled over for the Avengers enough, now you can roll over for her. Wonder which you’ll enjoy more—“

“That’s enough!” Scott said, the sheer harshness of his voice making Emma jump. “I know… you care about holding your students together. I care just as much about holding this team… this population together. Only I’ve never pretended it was easy for you.”

“I’ve never thought you’ve had it easy. That’s why I’ve worked so hard to make it easier for you.”

Scott laughed, the harshness still bitterly evident in his voice. “By questioning my judgment?”

“By sharing the responsibility. We’re partners, Scott. Every decision you made, I co-signed. We’re in this together! Only… I guess you don’t want to be.”

Scott hung his head. “It’s not about what I want. It’s about what I have to give.”

“You’re never given. You just let me take.”

“Then wait a little longer. Then you can take all you want.”

Emma flopped back to the bed. “Sometimes I wonder why I try so hard to convince you how I feel. I think you know. That’s how you know I won’t leave.”

Scott sighed. “When we’re back in our world, things will be different. I’ll have time to… relax. Right now I can’t be distracted.”

“I’m not a distraction, Scott. I’m the whole point.”

***

He knew it made him a weiner, but Kitty Pryde had actually intimidated Chris back on… Earth-1, or whatever they were calling it. She was the first real new X-Men, to his way of thinking—the second team generally being contemporaries of the first, but Kitty actually being second-generation. And she retained that low-key, cool, ‘just one of the kids’ vibe, even when she’d saved the world. A lot. So he was supposed to see her something like a freshman would regard a senior, only she was practically a teacher—where did he stand? What if he said something wrong? He wouldn’t just piss off a friend, he would piss off his mentor. It made him nervous. Didn’t help that she was cute.

With Kat Pryde, though—she wasn’t his Pryde. It didn’t exactly count. If he screwed things up with her, who cared? He would be back on his Earth soon enough and no one would ever know. Ironically, that helped him make far less of an ass of himself than he worried he would under normal circumstances. He just relaxed and was himself, the way his mom always told him to be.

“And this is the library,” Kat said, pushing Chris through the door with her hands on his shoulders. A moment later, she phased through him. “You don’t have robot librarians or anything back on your Earth, do ya?”

“No. This is pretty much the same deal.” He should know, he’d spent enough time there.

Kat scratched her head. “Tough crowd. Seems like there aren’t any real differences between our two mansions, except for the obvious ones. Which you’ve already noticed, you smart cookie.” She tapped him lightly on the head. “Geez, I’m sorry, kid. I made you miss orientation just so you could go around finding out what you already knew.”

“It’s cool. I like spending time with you.” That had just slipped out. Chris couldn’t bring himself to regret it, even as he grinned bashfully. “Anyway, I was pretty new to the X-Mansion back on my Earth. The tour is really helping it sink in—I hadn’t learned my way around yet.”

Kat nodded. “Cool. Still, though. Wish I’d been more help—“ She snapped her fingers suddenly. “I got it!”

“Got it?”

Kat phased through him—he was never going to get used to that—snagging his hand as she emerged and pulling him along like she was Doctor Who and he was the plucky companion. “How would you like to know all the little sweet spots of this place?”

“Sweet spots?” Chris asked. He wished he’d known Kat was going to take his hand. His palm was sweaty.

“You know. Hang-outs. Quiet places to be alone. Where Wolverine keeps a beer stash. A few places to enjoy dubious entertainment material without being caught. Make-out spots.” Kat grinned widely, stopping to turn around and coincidentally twirling his arm around her body as she walked backwards. Felt like they were dancing. “You could be the first 616er to know all the mansion’s hot spots. Might even make you a little popular.”

“That sounds good.”

Kat turned out suddenly, did a full 360 degree when she realized she’d already been turned around, ended up so entwined in Chris’s arms that she butted against him. “Oop! Sorry.” She phased through him and Chris was left hugging air. “This way! I know the perfect—“ She realized she wasn’t holding onto him and rushed back to grab his shirt collar. “I know the perfect place to begin our behind the scenes tour.”

She yanked him through the hallway wall and into the library, Chris stumbling as his inner ear insisted that he wasn’t level, even though he was. Kat released him and he came to a skidding halt on the carpet.

“Okay. Cool. What’s in the library? I mean, we already had people getting up to stuff at my old school—or so I heard.”

“In the stacks? Classy!” Kat teased, flashing that wholesome, yet indecently amused, smile of hers.

She led him to a particular bookshelf against the wall—this time, thankfully, she just gestured for him to follow her.

“Have you ever seen one of those old movies where someone pulls on a book, so the shelf opens up and there’s a secret passage?”

“Yeah,” Chris said, not mentioning they’d been more ‘old Nancy Drew books of his sister that he’d read.

Kat bent over to browse the shelves and Chris tried to let that be as much as he noticed it. “Same deal. We rebuild this place so much, I figured, why not?”

“It’s a library, though. How do you know someone won’t pull on the book accidentally.”

Kat tapped on the book she’d been looking for. ‘An Illustrated Guide To Venereal Diseases.’

“Ah,” Chris said.

“Don’t worry,” Kat said, “pretty much all of those got cured with the Legacy Virus. That Dr. Rao, she’s a miracle worker.”

“She certainly is,” Chris agreed.

“Now, let me just check to make sure it’s unoccupied. Wouldn’t want to walk in on anything. Well, I mean, depending on who it is…” Kat blushed at her own salaciousness, then phased through the bookshelf.

This time, something different happened though. She passed through the barrier, as effortlessly as ever, but her clothes did not. They flattened against the shelf, letting her pass through them, and once she had, they fell to the ground. Chris stared in amazement at Kitty’s X-Men uniform, a bra and panties slightly visible through the crumpled neckhole…

Before he could say one thing, Kat popped back out of the passageway. “We’re all clear!” she said. “You’re gonna love it, it’s this reading nook thing, there’s a place for a few books by the chair, like a library inside the library…”

“Naked,” Chris mumbled. Quite truthfully.

One might think that since Kat was slight, and petite, and slender, and gamine, that she wouldn’t rate compared to the models of physical and sexual perfection that the X-gene often left its possessors with. That’s where you’d be wrong. It was Kat’s very modesty of physique—the skinny body, the pert but smallish breasts, the narrow hips and lean ass, that gave her a kind of reality. Where Emma Frost’s body, by design, continually impressed upon the viewer that she was an unattainable ideal, a living dream, an unbelievable and infuriatingly ephemeral, untouchable figure…

Kat was quite real. The girl next door. The schoolyard crush. Her beauty did not intimidate or dazzle, but was earthy, grounded, and all the more stunning for it. Chris saw her—slightly gawky limbs, slightly pale belly, the long chestnut hair and the wide hazel eyes and the little Star of David necklace that dangled between the sweet handfuls of her breasts—and could instantly envision himself with her, kissing her, touching her. It didn’t seem like a fantasy, some ridiculous scenario that might as well be him making out with Charlize Theron or Barack Obama for that matter. It seemed more like a pleasant daydream, a nocturnal flight of fancy… a temptation that could actually be his, if he played his cards right.

Kat looked down at herself, seeming to take a moment to admire the view, then gave a little jump and a squeak, blushing ferociously as she practically moon-walked back, phasing through the bookshelf again until only her head remained in her room. Her hair was disheveled from the abrupt motion, her cheeks colored in ruddy, and she had never looked more beautiful. Chris wondered if she would look that way after she were kissed, if it were a really good kiss…

“Sorry!” Kat said in a tiny voice. “Sorry ‘bout that. My powers have been on the fritz lately—thought I’d gotten over that. Guess not! Probably all the excitement, let my control slip, oh man, hope I didn’t turn you into a serial killer at your impressionable young age…”

“I think I’ll manage,” Chris said. “My fragile little mind comes pre-warped.”

“That’s a relief.” Kat looked down. “Oh gosh. Guess I’m not the only one who’s power is running away with them.”

Chris suddenly became aware of how tight his pants were and automatically tried to cross his legs. Since he was standing, this resulted in him nearly falling on his ass. “That’s not my power…” he babbled haplessly.

“Could’ve fooled me. Can’t have you running around with that thing sticking out. Might trip someone. Safety hazard. C’mere.”

“It’s fine,” Chris said, “it just takes a few minutes to go down…”

“Let’s hope not. I’m good, but I’m not that good.” Kat stepped forward, streaking—literally—out of the bookshelf to get down on her knees before him. She unzipped his fly, but didn’t even wait for his underwear, but instead phased his cock right out, then arranged his clothing around the straightened erection.

“Teacher!” Chris practically hollered. “You can’t do that!”

“Hey, at least let me get started before we start rating, huh?”

“Someone could see!” Chris reiterated, looking wildly around the library. Thankfully, with the school day just started, there was no one in sight, but it wasn’t as if nobody was going to go to the library in a school.

Then again, this was America…

Kat hummed with anticipation, practically rubbing her hands together—in fact, she was rubbing her hands together, only a certain something was in the way. “You’re right, someone could see! Do you cum harder when someone’s watching? Because if you think there won’t be much of a cumshot, I’ll understand.”

“I don’t want someone to see me coming!”

“Oh. Oh!” Kat moaned, in the manner of someone getting it. “Right. 616. I’d heard you were a bit… well, I think we can manage something.”

She shuffled backward on her knees, tugging on Chris’s manhood to get him to follow, as she phased back through the shelf. Chris expected her to phase him with her, but instead, he walked straight into the shelf, knocking one from the rack. No, that’d been Kitty. She’d pushed a book off the shelves, leaving a perfect space at crotch-level for his…

Chris found himself jamming his dick into the empty space the book had left, as Kitty phased through the bookshelf and also occupied that same space. Her head, at least. Her mouth…

“You’ve been a naughty boy, Chris. I think you need a time-out.”

Vaguely, Chris realized that to anyone who came in, seeing him standing against the wall, it would very much look like he was in time-out.

He could live with that.

Kat’s tongue lapped over the glossy surface of his cockhead and it throbbed to life, stretching for the back of her throat. “Mmmmm,” she murmured, and he felt her nose brush against his pubic hairs. For some reason, that struck Chris as particularly intimate.

He almost thought he was dreaming. He’d certainly dreamed of this sort of thing before. But his dreams had never felt so good. Her lips and tongue were driving him crazy.

“Suck me,” he heard himself say as he opened his legs wider, pressed himself more fully against the bookshelf, feeling the spines of the hardcovers jab into his chest and belly.

“Mmm-hmmmmmm,” Kat agreed, a smile on his face. She cupped his molten balls and rolled them against her billowing cheeks, giving another moan as she suckled down to the halfway point of his shaft.

It made Chris’s guts feel like butter on a hot day. “Oh yes, all the way, like that,” he grunted, standing on his tip-toes to force his hips further forward. “Suck me off…”

He heard pages fluttering, a clopping sound of covers being jostled, and realized it was Kat phasing her hands through the shelf, tearing at his body with her nails as the intensity of her pleasure mounted.

Already her cunt was a boiling cauldron; she squeezed her knees together to get some relief, but that only made it worse, more wonderful. She gave a choking groan and fully thrust herself upon the cock, taking the full length into her throat. She didn’t stop until pubic hairs were brushing against her lips in an intimate kiss.

Chris threw himself forward once more, heard gagging from the other side of the shelf, then started fucking his cock forward rhythmically. Kat accepted the slide in and out of her mouth, his balls dragging over the hollow of her throat.

“Good, yeah, so good,” he whispered. “I didn’t know it could be so good!”

Completely aroused now, Kat reached around him to clench her fingers into the cheeks of his ass, pushing him harder against her face, baring her teeth to further stimulate. Hiro thrust forward, this time directly into her throat, crushing his full weight upon her mouth. The friction of his move made her throat burn.

“Mmmmph!” she gagged, feeling as if the corner of her mouth would split.

“Sorry! You’d better stop doing that or I’ll blow my load!” Chris grunted, unable to relax despite his cautious words.

Kat spit out his cock and ran her lips over his balls, some of the wiry hairs there feeling like they could’ve been conducting electricity. “Go ahead!” she whispered, almost whimpering, as she inhaled the heady aroma of his arousal. “You can fuck my mouth full of hot cum right now.”

“You mean it?” Chris asked. “And… you’ll swallow?”

“Baby, if you’re not careful, I’ll swallow you whole,” Kat answered, using all her strength to bury his cock in her throat. “Mmmmmmm!” she gurgled, her tongue furiously circling the base of his cock.

“Jesus, Jesus fucking Christ!” Chris grunted, hardly able to believe how wonderful a mouth could feel on his prick. “Suck me fucking dry…!”

He was wild with desire, ready to explode. He crammed himself into her throat, amazed she was taking him, and it felt like he was plugging into a live wire.

“Oh fuck, I don’t believe this!” he gasped, feeling a lurch in his balls like a roller coaster that had just started downhill. “You really are good…!”

Damn straight, Kat thought. It may have been quick, but it’d been good. And the thing about teenagers was, they might be quick, but they could do it over and over again. So if Chris thought this was a one-time deal, he was sorely mistaken.

That is, he was mistaken, and she would be sore…

“Hrrrrggghhhh!” she glugged, locking her lips down hard at the base of his jerking cock, not moving an inch as her mouth was packed with a deliciously warm helping of cum. Then another. And another.

Soon his massive load was bursting upward, behind her nose—another filled both her nostrils—more oozed from the corners of her mouth.

“Swallow me whole!” Chris cried out, pumping and grinding against her well-used face. “Oh, shit, baby, eat me alive!”

Kat gulped hungrily, but it would be impossible for anyone to take all of Chris’s load. Soon, she simply opened her mouth and enjoyed her own climax, letting his cum slosh over her face and down her body.

Chris jerked ahead once more, landing his final ejaculation dead-center in the back of Kat’s throat. He held himself against the books for several seconds—they were now all shoved to the back of their shelves—then relaxed onto the balls of his feet.

“Shit, Kat… shit,” he gasped hoarsely.

“Shhh,” Kat replied. “We’re in a library.”

She was still pulling on his cock like it was the last one on Earth, still swallowing as well, savoring the delicious flavor that lingered stickily in her mouth. She lapped a few more precious, milky helpings from his member and his balls, leaving his groin glistening with her warm spit, then sat back on her haunches and was lost behind the wall.

“You have a good cock,” she said, like some disembodied spirit. “Good taste, too.”

Unable to think of anything else to do, Chris stooped to pick up the fallen library book and replace it on the shelf. However, he was dismayed to find there seemed to be no slot for it. Why did this always happen to him?

Abruptly, the bell rang.

“Shit!” Kat cursed, sounding genuinely frustrated. “So much for the guided tour… you’d better get to class, Chris, can’t be too late. Time flies and all that.”

“Another time, maybe,” Chris said, zipping himself up.

He heard the sound of lips smacking behind the wall. Was she scooping up stray dabs of cum from her cheeks, drinking them down, perhaps even moaning with satisfaction as they warmed her stomach?

“Another time,” Kat said. “There are plenty of spots you haven’t been to yet, after all…”

Chris left, suddenly very intimidated. Did he have a girlfriend now? No, now he had to worry about screwing things up with Kat Pryde. Great.

As she listened to his footsteps recede, Kat laid on her back and sucked her fingers clean. With the way she was licking herself, she definitely felt like a cat. The cat who got the cream…

***

Art class was next. It was much like class back home, only the teacher was their version of Colossus—a brawny Slavic woman who introduced herself as Petra Rasputin. She wore something akin to the red and yellow stripes that the Piotr Colossus tended to, save that the central yellow strip was missing—leaving her breasts bracketed instead of covered.

It wasn’t like you could see much, with her organic steel covering her, erasing the minor delineation between skin and nipple so there were only bands of metal in the shape of cleavage. But still, there was a sensuality to the casual display that Chris wasn’t used to.

Like on his world, most of the students were using the class as a mostly unsupervised free period to mess around with their powers and call it art. Running late, Chris found himself at a table with four whose powers weren’t applicable, so they were forced to work for a living. He recognized Josh and David from his own Earth, but the tall, exuberant blonde—Sofia Mantega—and the mischievous brunette with the wind-blown hair—Laurie Collins—were both natives. It was something in the way they dressed, the way they moved. You could just tell, even when their attire was hardly more revealing than your average teen queen.

“Dude, I cannot believe you missed orientation!” Josh said, seeing him. “They said they heard we might not’ve had proper sex ed, so first thing they brought out a guy and a girl, showed us how to put a condom on, showed us how to take a bra off—Professor Frost even joined in…”

“The other Professor Frost,” David clarified quickly. “It was really something.”

“Yeah. Sorry I missed it,” Chris deadpanned. He nodded to the girls. “Ladies.”

“Chris, right?” Sofia offered up. “The guys have been telling us so much about you.”

He moved to shake her offered hand, but Laurie grabbed it first, giving his arm a pump. “Nice to meet you,” she said. “What’s your power, anyway?”

“Well, uh…” Chris pulled his hand back—Laurie had held it about five seconds too long—wiggling his fingers to get back circulation. “What’re yours?”

“I mean, we know Josh can heal people,” Sofia said. “And David’s a mind-reader—“

“Uh, not exactly,” David corrected. “I can use other people’s knowledge and talents, but nothing in their personal life.”

“Shame,” Sofia pouted. “I’d love to know what Laurie gets up to when she needs the dorm to herself.”

Laurie put an arm around Sofia. “We’re roommates. She loves it.”

“Yeah, our Earth too,” Josh said.

Laurie gave Sofia a squeeze. “Hear that? We’re roommates there, too! Maybe it’s just meant to be.”

“Maybe it is.” Sofia looked at David. “So if I was really good about masturbating, and you started fingering me, you’d know exactly how I liked to be touched?”

Chris was suddenly eager to share his power. “Pattern recognition.”

The girls looked at him. “What?”

“That’s my power. I have an intuitive, comprehensive understanding of all pattern… it’s like, I can read an object’s properties and instantly see the end result of a given amount of actions on it, or compile all the given patterns into a current analysis or... So, like for this…”

He took the block of clay Josh had been fruitlessly contemplating, then a sculpting knife, and without a second’s hesitation, started cutting into the clay. Brisk, surgical strokes, first lopping off whole swaths of clay, then doing detail work, all with the same speed and accuracy, laser precision. The others watched, at first confused, but then growing impressed, as within a few minutes, Chris turned the clay into a precise recreation of Kat’s hand.

So he might’ve had a bit of a one-track mind.

“They say it has a lot of applications,” Chris said, cleaning the knife off. “But, you know, not very flashy. I was thinking of calling myself Reader… or something.”

“Well, that’ll get you through art class, for sure.” Sofia waved her hand in the air, a little vortex of wind looping inside the circle before she dispelled it. “I can’t do much except blow everyone else’s stuff around and hope they grade on a curve.”

“And I have pheromone control,” Laurie said. “So I can’t do much except make someone like me enough to give me a good grade.”

“Talk about useful,” David said.

Chris looked over at the other students. He could see Kevin with a glove off, working on a wood carving log, only he was using his decay power to score one half of it with rot. Petra was watching, offering gruff encouragement in her deep Slavic accent and somewhat clumsy English.

Those red trunks of Petra’s looked quite good from behind. Even though they were modest, the flesh they covered was rendered abstract by concealment. The smooth, seamless contours could’ve been creamy skin just as easily as metal. Chris imagined that ass after Petra shifted back to human form…

“So are we all friends back on your Earth?” Sofia was saying, back in the real world. “That would be so crazy!”

“Pretty much,” David said.

“Those of us who aren’t dead,” Josh added.

Laurie nodded. “We should hang out. Professor Frost told us we should try to make you feel at home. Maybe we could help get you caught up on the syllabus.”

“Can’t,” David said. “Josh and I owe a class project back home, and we need to get it done no matter what universe we’re in.”

“Thank God for USB drives,” Josh said. “We pull an all-nighter, get it to Professor Summers, and then we can enjoy the spring break dimension.”

“Spring break dimension!” Sofia laughed. “I like!”

“So what about you, Chris?” Laurie asked. “This is actually a bit of an opportunity for me. Most people here have gotten a little bit inured to my pheromones, so it’s hard to gauge how they’re working. I mean, I’m supposed to control them so that they don’t influence things no matter what I’m… doing.” She smiled shyly. “So maybe we could get in some practice? If you don’t mind being a human guinea pig…”

“Better codename than Reader, you ask me…” Josh muttered.

“Uh-uh,” Sofia said, grabbing Chris’s arm. “Pattern recognition sounds like the perfect power to get me through the stacks of homework I have due. Does that work on literary analysis?”

“I’ve, uh… never tried it. I understood the ending of Inception pretty well…”

“Hey, we can’t very well practice pheromones while you’re sitting in the corner, doing Walt Whitman. You’ll throw me off!”

“And I can’t ‘do Walt Whitman’ while you’re throwing pheromones all over the place!”

“It’s my room!”

“Mine too!”

“You had it all to yourself last time!”

“Because you were out all night with Cessily, the Human Vibrator…”

“Girls, calm down,” David said. “Josh and I figure out how to share our room all the time.”

“We do?” Josh asked. “Oh yeah, yeah, we do.”

“Maybe it’s just Colossus’s conflict resolution skills,” David continued, “but it seems to me that since you both want to do something with Chris, he should decide who gets the room tonight.”

“Sounds fair to me,” Laurie said.

“De acuerdo.”

David turned to Chris. “So how about it, Reader?”