Kitty’s New York Adventure X-Men: Evolution.
Chapter V. Interview With the Arachnid. Part 2.
“I’m gonna land us on the roof of the car, Kitty,” Mayday said. “Get ready to fast-break us apart. Do it as soon as we touch down.”
As the webslinging duo closed up the gap, only yards remaining now, Kitty could see that there was a perp in the back, on the passenger side. He had broken out the back window and was shooting at the police. Kitty prepared to phase herself and Mayday to avoid bullet holes, but the guy wasn’t looking up.
Then he wasn’t visible from above, as they were now even with the car. It took a little effort to connect with it, as the driver kept making wild lane changes. Finally he was boxed into going straight for a little ways and Mayday dropped them onto the car. Or rather she dropped herself onto the car. Kitty phased just before touchdown, dropping herself and the harness through the roof. Mayday was clear of the harness, but she was by herself. “What the fuck?”
Simultaneously, Kitty plopped into the back seat on the driver’s side. “Now who ordered a pizza?”
The guy on the other side, still kneeling backwards and shooting at the patrol cars, looked at her with a stunned expression, then he tried to pistol whip her in the face. He didn’t connect, of course, as the gun just passed though Kitty’s face. While he was off balance, Kitty grabbed his wrist with both hands and pulled backwards with all her body weight, stretching him out lengthways across the back seat on top of her. As his outstretched hand reached the door, she phased it though, then left it stuck in the door.
As the guy struggled to free his hand, Kitty phased herself out from under him, then phase-kicked one of his feet through the opposite door. The perp was now completely immobilized. This all happened pretty fast, but by now the crook riding shotgun had turned around and was aiming a gun at Kitty. She was in full phase, so he merely shot some holes into the back seat. His gun hand was adjacent to his seat back, so Kitty slapped it to the side, embedding it in the seat. Startled, he fired the gun again. However, now it was at a more downward angle.
The backseat perp screamed. “Yaaaahhhhhhhh! Bennie, you fuck! You shot me in the ass!”
“I’ll take the gun, Bennie,” Kitty said. “Before you, like, hurt someone.” He tried to hold onto it, but the strength of his grip was irrelevant when it was simply phased through his fingers.
By now Mayday was sticking her head in the window from above. “What’s going on in here?”
“No prob, Spider-Girl, I got it under control. Kinda.”
Kitty sat on the back seat perp’s back and put the gun up against the driver’s head. “It might be a good idea to stop the car now.”
“Fuck you, bitch! You can’t shoot me while I’m driving. You might die in the crash too.”
“And I might not. I’m a super-hero, ya know? I guarantee I’ll come out of it better than you will.”
The guy stepped on the gas and drove even wilder than ever, calling her bluff. Kitty was jerked around in the car while Mayday hung onto the roof.
“Hang on, Shadowcat,” Mayday said. “I’ll get up front and trash his engine.” But the car was maneuvering too violently for even her to keep her balance, so she was stuck in place.
Finally the guy spun around a corner and lost control. In horror, Kitty realized they were headed for the sidewalk and a whole crowd of people. Getting a good grip on the car, she put the whole thing, including Mayday, into phase. They passed through the people and then through the wall of a building.
They were inside a bank, headed right toward the massive vault door. The driver managed to screech to a halt just short of it. He was the only mobile perp and tried to run, but he only got three steps before Mayday had him bagged.
“Great work, Kitty,” Mayday said after the perp was hanging from the ceiling. “You did the whole fucking thing. I was just an observer that time.”
Kitty giggled. “Aw, it was just more stupid mutant tricks.”
By this time the police arrived and took over the handling of the crooks. Once they were unphased from the car and freed from webbing anyway.
A couple of reporters had showed up by now. “Who’s your friend, Spider-Girl? Do you have a sidekick now?”
“No, nothing like that. Shadowcat is in town for a few days. I thought we’d see the sights, catch some crooks. You know. And she’s no sidekick. She had more to do with this bust than I did. This time I wasn’t much more than transportation to the crime scene.”
The reporters followed them outside the bank. They answered a few questions and then Mayday cut the press conference short by grabbing Kitty and vaulting into the air. Kitty found web slinging without the harness a little more nerve-wracking, but it was only until they were away from everyone. They had retrieved the harness from the car before leaving. Mayday took them to a rooftop a block or so away from the bank.
“Are we gonna patrol some more?” Kitty asked, “Or are you gonna take me back to the Baxter Building?”
“I was thinking neither. I want to invite you to my house for dinner. My mom is a great cook.”
“That sounds great,” Kitty said. “But won’t that give away your real identity?”
“I think I can trust you with that now. Besides, it really isn’t fair for me to hide myself from you when you’re right there in the open.” She pulled off her mask. “Mayday is just a nickname, of course, but it’s derived from my real name, which is May. May Parker.”
Kitty grinned. “Pleased to meetcha, May Parker.” She was stunned by how pretty May was. Her hair was brown too, but somewhat darker than Kitty’s. Impulsively, Kitty kissed the older girl. May was startled, but returned the kiss. The two of them held each other for a few moments, dueling tongues.
“Whoo,” May said. “Hold that thought. Let’s go home first. I want you to meet my mom.”
Kitty had already been surprised by May’s good looks. She was stunned a second time by May’s mom, Mary Jane. It was amazing to Kitty that someone who had a daughter older than her could look like that. Kitty was again grateful that the problem of the involuntary boners had been solved, because either Mary Jane or May alone would have given her a hardon. Both of them together would have made her cum in her pants. As it was, she was pretty wet.
Mary Jane’s hair was a slightly darker shade of red than Jean’s. She had a woman’s body, not scrawny like Kitty’s or athletic like May’s. Mary Jane’s tits were awesome, and her ass was full, but not really big.
Kitty and May had entered the house in street clothes. Kitty’s had been brought along in a little bag attached to the harness, and May’s had been stashed on a rooftop close to the house, but not too close. They had changed on the roof, then walked here.
“Kitty, I’m sorry you won’t get a chance to meet Peter, but he works horrendously long hours, and won’t get home until the middle of the night.”
“That’s too bad,” Kitty said. “I would have liked to meet him. May said he was the original Spiderman. That is so fucking cool. He works for the police department now, right? So he’s still fighting crooks, just not in a costume any more.”
Mary Jane sighed. “I’m proud that both my husband and my daughter do so much for the people of this city, but sometimes it gets a little lonely. They’re both gone a lot.” She shook her head and moved on to something else. “What is your power, Kitty? May said you’re a mutant, so you were born with it, right? No radioactive spiders for you?”
Kitty nodded. “I was born with my power, but it didn’t kick in until about a year ago. I thought I was normal until then.” Kitty described phasing.
to be continued…
Author is Jackrabbit
Harry potter and the accidental casting. Chapter V.
Ginny rested her arms onto her massive mams, there was really nowhere else she could comfortably put them. Hermione gasped quietly as the mountain of flesh shook slightly. Ginny noticed the look on Hermione’s face and snapped her fingers to get her attention. “Can you hurry up and take it off. I know the engorment charm can be reversed.” She demanded.
Hermione fell silent. “Fred and George put a blocking charm on the cream. The engorment charm can’t be reversed. You need to wait an hour for it to wear off.”
Ginny looked like if she could move she would clamp her hands around Hermione’s neck. “WHAT THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO DO FOR AN HOUR?” She yelled at the top of her voice. “Keep your voice down.” Said Hermione calmly. “You don’t want to attract any attention.”
Ginny glared at Hermione, but said nothing. Hermione meanwhile had kind of forgotten that Ginny had a head and stared hard at the engorged pink nipples. Each one just over three inches long and was still rock hard. Her pussy tingled and felt damp, she wanted to put one of those nipples into her mouth and suck on it. Again she was curious at what it would taste like. Hermione was always a curious girl, and knew that this answer wasn’t in a book. “Well, first of all.” Said Hermione in a matter-of-fact voice. ” We might as well get those rags off you and get you covered.” She indicated the last remains of Ginny’s clothes, which were draped, on her shoulders. Ginny nodded and tried to lean forward, but she found she couldn’t move more than a couple of centimetres. “Not happening.” She said in a defeated voice.
Hermione pulled her wand out of her pocket. “Let me.” She said in a tone that Ginny couldn’t identify. “Accio robes.” There was a loud tearing noise as Ginny’s robes were pulled away from her body. The rags fluttered through the air for several minutes like a thousand small black birds and landed in front of Hermione. Ginny looked thankful, but Hermione wasn’t finished there. She pointed her wand at Ginny again. “Accio, jeans.”
Ginny screamed in protest as her jeans were yanked down her legs by invisible hands of immeasurable strength, it hurt slightly as the button and zip weren’t pulled open. They flew through the air and landed in front of Hermione and even folded themselves up neatly. The tightness of the jeans had yanked Ginny’s panties down and now they sat twisted around Ginny’s ankles. Hermione grabbed the garments and tossed them aside. “What are you doing?” Ginny complained loudly. Hermione didn’t answer at first and gripped Ginny’s legs, pushing them gently apart. “Something to pass the time.” She muttered.
Ginny’s legs were forced open wide and Hermione slid herself between them, headfirst. It was terrifying to place herself between the two mountains of flesh. Ginny protested, but couldn’t close her legs without help, the weight of her breasts had pinned them into place. She tried to reach her arms down and grab Ginny, but with the titan tits in the way, she didn’t even come close.
Hermione placed herself right in front of Ginny’s pussy and smiled. Despite her protests, the girl was wet. Hermione saw Ginny’s clit, asking to be touched. Hermione moved her hand up and gave the clit a gentle squeeze. Ginny gasped lightly and her protests died. “Again.” She gasped. But Hermione had other ideas. She grabbed Ginny’s wand and whispered something that made the stick of wood gently vibrate in her hand. Ginny knew what was about to happen, but didn’t protest in time. Hermione slid the wand inside the young girls pussy and Ginny gasped as her cunt came to life and her body was gently massaged by a rising tide of passion. But the sensation was slow, too slow. Hermione hadn’t done this to bring Ginny to orgasm, but tease her. At this rate she would be here for hours. “I’ll be right back.” Hermione said with a seductive smile on her face. Ginny opened her mouth to protest, but Hermione gently squeezed Ginny’s hard nipples and the girls voice died in her throat. “Trust me.” Said Hermione running for the door. “You are going to love this.”
Hermione slammed the door shut and put a locking charm on the door. She raced down the stairs across the common room and up the stairs to the boy’s dorm. She burst right in without knocking.
Harry was sitting on his bed, a book in his hands and a parchment and quill sitting on the bed. He smiled when he saw Hermione.
After an accident with a handmade potion a year ago, Harry had been left quite gifted in the trouser department and all attempts to cure him had failed. Hermione and Harry had managed to keep it a secret, but rumours were starting to leak out and Harry had begun to notice a different kind of stare coming, mainly from girls, as he walked through the halls. “Are you here to test a new cure? Or something a little more fun for the both of us?” He asked climbing to his feet. He came forward and leaned in to kiss Hermione, but she stepped back and stopped him. “Come with me, I have a treat for you.”
She guided him down to the common room, Harry stopped as he saw she was guiding him toward the stairs to the girls dormitory’s “Hang on a minute.” He said, shaking her loose. “Boys can’t go up to the girls dorms, you know that.”
Hermione smiled knowingly and whispered something that Harry, who was standing right in front of her, could only just hear. “Prefect Hermione Granger gives Harry Potter permission to go up to the stairs to the girls dormitories.” She gripped his wrist tightly and dragged Harry forward onto the first step. Nothing happened, there was no loud klaxon noise and the stairs didn’t turn into a slide. “The founders of Hogworts thought that prefects and head girls would be mature enough to know who was trustworthy to come up. It’s all in *Hogworts a history* if you read between the lines a little.”
But Harry wasn’t listening anymore, he now had permission to come up to the girls dorm rooms. He was already planning a few nightly visits to Hermione’s room.
Hermione guided him up, not the fifth year dorm where Hermione resided, but the fourth years bedrooms. “Hermione-” He began, but Hermione interrupted him. “I know what I’m doing. You are going to love this.”
to be continued…
Author is Englishwitch
Kitty’s New York Adventure X-Men: Evolution.
Chapter V. Interview With the Arachnid. Part 1.
It was hard to believe, but Kitty was starting to get bored on the tour of the research facilities of the Baxter Building. The main problem was that she didn’t know what in the bubonic hell she was looking at most of the time. Reed would explain things and the Professor and Beast would nod their heads, but to Kitty it might as well have been Swahili.
The portal to the Negative Zone was cool. It was a little scary knowing that the entrance to a parallel universe was just a few feet away from her, but she knew that the portal would hold. It had been there for years.
But then it was just labs and shit. Though Amara did get a kick, running up her temp in a containment chamber with a much higher heat capacity that the one back in her room at the mansion. She finally got to learn her true maximum temp. Johnny was impressed. It was competitive with his normal max burn, when not at the dangerous and stressful supernova.
Kitty suspected that Mayday was less than thrilled by the tour as well. She couldn’t see an expression through the mask, but there was something about Mayday’s stance that suggested she would rather be somewhere else.
Kitty approached her. “So what do you think about all this?”
“I think I need some air. Seems like a good time to kick the shit out of some bad guys. Do you want to come?”
“Sure.” Kitty told Jean that she was going out for a while, being too responsible to just disappear.
The two teens took the elevator to the top of the Baxter Building. On the roof, Mayday picked up a set of straps that was lying near the door.
Kitty giggled. “We just met and you already want to do bondage?”
“Funny mutant. This is the harness from a tandem parachute. Since we’ll be bound together, it’ll allow me to carry you hands-free, which will be way easier for both of us. And since you’ll be facing front, you’ll get a full view. Any type of arm-carry and you’d be looking backwards or sideways.”
“Cool. The FF just left that lying around up here for visiting spider-people?”
“I brought it with me when I came today, since we made this date yesterday and I knew I’d need it. Tell me more about your power, in case we come across a crime in progress. I need to know what you’re capable of, so I know how to work with you. I couldn’t engage any assholes with a civilian, but I hear you can take care of yourself.”
“Sure.” Kitty described her phasing power, including some of the subtleties. “One thing to remember is that I can phase you too, as long as I am touching you. So you can just stand there and ignore bullets. But we have to be careful that the bullets don’t hit anyone behind us if we do that.”
Suddenly Mayday smacked herself in the forehead. “Shit, it just occurred to me that we can’t fuck around with crooks after all, because of the harness. When we first arrive on the crime scene, we’ll be vulnerable until we break apart. The people I’ve teamed up with so far can fly. So fighting with the harness on has never come up before.”
“Not a problem,” Kitty said. “As soon as we touch down, I can phase it off both of us in less than a second. Then we’ll be free to fight.”
How that the issues had been worked out, the girls attached themselves together with the harness. Then Kitty felt a jolt as Mayday leaped up to the ledge of the roof, and another when they landed on it. Heart pounding, she looked at the panorama of New York, having second thoughts about this. The ground was a long way down.
“Are ya ready?” Mayday asked.
Kitty wanted to call it off, but forced her nerves under control. She had faced Juggernaut, Magneto, and Apocalypse. She could do this. “Sling them webs.”
Mayday made an incredible leap and they were airborne. Kitty was sure her heart had stopped as they fell toward the concrete far below. It took only a few seconds before they were at terminal velocity, about 120 miles an hour. Kitty heard some“thwip” sounds that she assumed were coming from the web shooters. She looked up and sure enough, strands of webbing were racing toward surrounding buildings. As they connected and Mayday grabbed onto them, the dead fall converted into a swing.
Kitty started to feel the centrifugal force building as they gradually changed direction from straight down to forward. The straps dug into her as the Gs increased. Fortunately, the swing was long and shallow, so the g-force was manageable. But the velocity was still high, probably not much less than the terminal velocity. Her hair was whipped in a frenzy, like being in a convertible with the top down at 100 plus. But she was shorter than Mayday, and the tandem parachute harness held her farther down still, so her hair was not in Mayday’s face.
They were rapidly approaching the bottom of the swing. As the street came toward her at an incredible rate, Kitty fervently hoped that Mayday had calculated the swing correctly and that the low point wasn’t actually in the subway. But she reminded herself that Mayday did this all the time and could not possibly make such a dumbass mistake. Still, it was a great relief when the flesh projectile of which she was a part continued leveling out.
Then they were swinging level, traveling over the street at tremendous speed, the people and vehicles nothing but a blur. Kitty didn’t know how Mayday could even see crimes in progress while moving this fast. Kitty could barely make out the individual cars as they flashed past, much less get a good look at the people in them, or those on the sidewalks.
The two of them started the upswing, pulling away from the street. They rose into the air again, slightly slower than the decent, but still rocketing along.
“Kick up with your legs, Kitty!” Mayday yelled over the wind noise. “Like on a playground swing!”
The twosome continued to gain altitude, but the ascent was slowing. Finally they reached the top of the upswing and Mayday let go of the old web strands. After a backwards roll back to vertical, she fired off new ones and latched onto them.
The second swing wasn’t quite as disorienting. After three or four more, Kitty was starting to acclimate herself to the Webhead Express, getting used to the pattern and starting to enjoy the scenery. Several straight-line swings later, her tour guide took them around a corner. This time the swing was sideways rather than down, as they slung around onto the new path. Kitty cringed as they neared the building on the opposite side of the street. Then they were around the corner and Mayday re-established the forward travel.
They weren’t on this new street very long. Sirens and flashing lights were up ahead. As they got closer to the commotion, they could see that a police chase was in progress, a green car weaving in and out of traffic in a lunatic fashion, with five or six patrol cars following behind.
Mayday and Kitty were rapidly overtaking the pursuit, already coming up on the trailing police car. “Kitty, do you want to go in, or should I drop you off? This isn’t your city. You don’t have to do this.”
“I’ve fought criminals before. I was one of the Bayville Sirens. Let’s sock it to them!”
Mayday started using shallower swings, both to prevent them from rising so high and to avoid overshooting the target. They slowed down, matching speeds with the target vehicle. One by one they passed the pursuers, coming up on the pursued.
to be continued…
Author is Jackrabbit
Disney porn story:
Alice in New wonderland. Chapter III.
Continue of “Alice in New wonderland”
Grudgingly she turned back to the nightdress. It wouldn’t be appropriate if she needed to make a quick getaway. But it was all she had that would cover her properly. She grudgingly put it back on and descended the stairs that were through the left door.
The stairs led to a single vast room. Shelves lined every wall and stood in organised rows in the space between the walls. The whole place was a vast library. The shelves stretched ten feet tall and wide. Each shelf was filled with books, an inch thick an organised into colours, almost a different colour on every shelf. Every colour and every shade of colour was in that room.
To her left were a table and two large leather chairs. Old and worn, the brown leather was thin in places and some of the stuffing was peeking out of small holes. One of the chairs was occupied by the man the mad hatter had called Jacque. In his hands he held a book with a cover the same colour and shade as his blue suit and turban. On the table sat another book of the same colour, a quill was wriggling across it’s page, writing frantically. If she weren’t in wonderland, Alice would have been surprised at such a sight.
Jacque looked at her and rested the book on his lap. He pointed to the chair at his side and Alice sat down. “Wonderland has changed while you have been away Alice.” He said looking at her. “Who are you?” She asked. “And where am I?” He smiled and glanced down at the book on his lap. “You are in my home. This is the library, it takes up most of the house. It would be hard to find a room that did not have a bookshelf or two in it. The only rooms that are currently unoccupied by the books are the bathroom and bedroom. As for who I am, I have several names. The mad hatter knows me as Jacque; the man with the blue suit. Other know my as Marcus; a hermit of the western woods. Some call me Lucian and know me as a magician. Very few know my real title and no one knows my true name. I am the story keeper. The guardian of wonderlands history. The custodian of its secrets. I know everything is happening and has happened in wonderland since it began.” “What happened to this place? Wonderland wasn’t like this when I came the first time.” She asked. Jacque, Marcus, or whatever his name was, indicated the book in his lap. “I was just reading about your adventures when you were here first time. Not a lot of people come to wonderland twice. I had been here several years when you arrived.” “What do you mean?” Interrupted Alice. “The people of wonderland are eternal. They grow old, die but then are reborn, young and healthy. It is wonderland that changes not them. But we story keepers do not come from wonderland, we come from earth. I was originally from earth just like you, I took over from the last story keeper ten years ago now. One day a young man or woman will come along and they will take over from me and I will be aloud to return home.
“Time has no meaning here you know. Which means when I leave I will return to wherever and whenever I want. I will go back to my wife and children, just moments after I left.”
Alice nodded along in silence. She had figured out that wonderland had no time. She had managed to return to her tutor merely an hour or so after she’d left when she’d actually spent days in wonderland. The story keeper continued. “Each different colour represents a different story keeper. Each book records one year of wonderland history. If you looked through this library you would find some keepers stayed here for ten years, some twenty. One even stayed for almost seventy years.”
Alice looked at the thousands of books in the library, how long was wonderlands history? “Wonderland changed two years ago. There was a war. Do you remember who was in charge when you were last here?” He asked. Alice nodded, the memory of a loud woman screaming OFF WITH HER HEAD had kept her awake several nights. “The queen of hearts.” Alice confirmed. The story keeper nodded. “The queen of spades rose with her armies and started a war, which the queen of hearts couldn’t win. Her husband, the king of hearts is missing, no one knows where he is. Her husband lost, her army defeated the queen fled and is now living in a small cabin in the eastern woods seven days travel from here. She is now the Maid of hearts, her title was lost when her crown was taken.
“The queen of spades if young and demanding sex wise. Unfortunately the king of spades is much older than her and is unable to *rise* to her demands. If you know what I mean. Hence her already active hormones continue to make her increasingly frustrated and that in turn is having the effect on wonderland you are seeing today. The inhabitants are sex mad and have insatiable appetites. You will need to be careful about whom you encounter when you go looking for the maid of hearts.” He paused and let Alice come to terms with what he had just said. “Hold on, why do I need to look for the maid of hearts?” She shouted at him. The story keeper closed the book on his lap and looked at her seriously. “The ruling of wonderland is upsetting the balance. The rising sexual frustration is continuing to rise and soon it will begin to tear wonderland apart. The maid of hearts needs to be restored to the throne, she needs to become queen again and you are the only one in wonderland that is basically able to say no.” “What about you? Why don’t you go looking for her?” She shouted. He shook his head. “I am a story keeper, I watch and record. I am unable to directly interfere with the natural course of wonderland. I should not have interfered to get you here, but I did because it is for the greater good of wonderland. Alice you are the only hope for wonderland. You must take this quest to find the maid of hearts and restore her to the throne or wonderland will cease to exist in just a few years.”
Alice fell into silence. This was a serious matter, the fate of this magnificent place that had brought her such happiness when she was young hung on her shoulders. if she failed then wonderland would be lost and destroyed. But she also knew she couldn’t just leave it, wonderland was getting worse, changed and twisted by the sexual desires of its queen. What choice did she have. “When do I begin?”
to be continued…
Author is Englishwitch
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