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Love At Mach 4 . X-Men: Evolution. Part 2.

Chapter II. Waikiki.

  Kitty strolled down the sidewalk with the tourists, pretending to be interested in the contents of the shop windows. And she actually was, to an extent. They had some nice stuff.

  However, she wasn’t here to shop, so she looked at the swimsuits and such on the fly. She checked her direction finder watch and confirmed she was headed the right way. Since this was a surveillance mission, she had changed into street clothes before being dropped on top of one of the Waikiki hotels. This sure was nicer than slogging around in the bowels of those fucking pyramids.

  Forge had created the tracking equipment for the professor. It used the Avenger comm satellites to coordinate with Cerebro back at the mansion. The sats were designed by Reed Richards, built by Stark Enterprises, and launched by SHIELD. The Avengers allowed the X-Men a percentage of the bandwidth, for official business only.

  Every five minutes, Kitty’s watch would send off an inquiry to Cerebro via the sats, asking for the last known position of the target mutant. The watch would then compare that with Kitty’s own position and give her a heading, in the form of an arrow. Scott, Jean, and Mr. Logan, who had all started from different points, were also converging on the target from different directions.

  It wasn’t foolproof, because Cerebro could not detect the mutant unless he was using his powers. However, Kitty had changed direction a couple of times, indicating that he was doing so sporadically.

  The other piece of Forge-supplied hardware was in her ear, a high-gain comm link. The Avenger sat was providing the repeater capability.

  And of course Jean’s telepathy was an additional comm path, though it was a star configuration, and all traffic had to relay through her. The hardware comm was point to point, so Jean was a backup.

  Kitty heard Mr. Logan’s voice. “Position report.”

  The Blackbird computer responded with the coordinates of all five mutants, the target and the X-Men who were tracking him. After that the team members themselves reported in. She waited for her turn. “Shadowcat. Position confirmed. On track.”

  The mutant they were tracking was Piotr Nikolaievitch Rasputin, AKA Peter AKA Colossus. For a Magneto stooge, he wasn’t really that bad a guy. Not like that vicious fucker Sabretooth. Or that smug bastard Gambit. Or the psycho Pyro.

  He wasn’t really evil at all. Kitty had spent some time with him down in the pyramid and when they weren’t dodging those huge killer mechanical statues, he had told her that he worked for Magneto only because of extortion. Basically his family was held hostage.

  The team really wasn’t after him, but was trying to get a line on Magneto. Helmet Boy himself couldn’t be tracked by Cerebro so they had no choice but to go after the Acolytes, hoping they would provide leads. You’d think that Magneto would have learned his lesson after the Apocalypse thing, but he was apparently up to his old shit.

  Kitty noticed that the street was starting to veer off in the wrong direction, away from Colossus. And it was a long way to the next block. She considered just heading directly toward the target in a straight line, ignoring all obstacles, but she decided that a public display of mutant powers would not be in keeping with a surveillance mission.

  She headed on toward the corner, picking up the pace. But after a short distance she came across an alley, and it seem to be going in a good direction. The way the street was curving, the cross street might take her off on a tangent.

  She hesitated for a few seconds. The alley went straight a short distance, then curved off. The curve was in a good direction, but she could not see what the alley contained, or who it contained, or whether it was went on through to the next street. If it was a dead end she would have to phase after all.

  A few months earlier, when she was just Kitty Pryde, she would have been terrified to go alone down an unknown alley in an unknown city, just like any other fifteen year old girl. But a lot had happened since then. She was now Shadowcat. After surviving encounters with Sabretooth and Blob and Mesmero and Magneto and the Sentinel and Apocalypse and his Horsemen, she didn’t fear ordinary humans any more.

  Kitty headed into the alley. As she rounded the curve, she encountered a good news, bad news situation. The alley did indeed go on through for quite some distance, continuing across at least four streets. And it was going in almost a direct line to the last known position of Colossus. Unfortunately, there were several unsavory-looking characters lounging around the back door of something. Restaurant, store, bar, she couldn’t tell.

  She didn’t pay much attention to them as she went past, just a cursory glance. There were five of them, street thugs, dropouts, gang members, whatever. Whatever they were, they probably weren’t members of the math club at some prep school. They didn’t say a word, just watched her as she passed by. Then she heard them muttering amongst themselves.

  A few minutes passed, then she heard them behind her. Not running, just pacing her. The old Kitty would have thought Oh god, I’m gonna get raped and die. Shadowcat thought Fucking marvelous. I don’t have time for this shit.

  She triggered her comm unit. “Shadowcat.”

  She heard Mr. Logan’s voice. “Shadowcat go.”

  “I think I’m about to have a dance with some locals. They want to be mean to the kitty, pull her tail.”

  “Do you need help? Jean can be there in seconds.”

  “No, sir. I’ve got it covered. I don’t want to interfere with the mission by having Jean levitate and break cover. I was just letting you know in case I’m too busy for the next checkin.”

  “Don’t get overconfident, kid. Sure, normals are no big deal, but you never know if there’s a mutant with them. Okay, switch to the alternate channel and leave your mike open. That way we can hear everything and yet still communicate with each other on the main channel. You yell if you need help, understand? This is not a life and death mission. We’ll abort it rather than endanger a team member.”

  “Yes, sir. Switching channel.”

  Kitty heard Jean’s voice in her head. “I’m here if you need me, Kittycat. I’m not going to read your mind, but I WILL monitor your emotional state. If I think the stress level is getting too high, I’m there.”

  “Thanks, Jean. I’ll be fine.”

  The whole thing could still be a false alarm. They didn’t seem to be getting any closer and the next street was only a couple of hundred yards away. She was well past the center point of the alley, which would seem to be the best place to ambush her. Maybe they were just trying to scare her, and were wondering why she wasn’t walking faster.

  Suddenly one of them appeared ahead of her, coming from the street. So he had circled around. Kitty turned and walked into the side alley, a dead end as she had expected. She calmly walked to the end and turned around, her back to the wall.

  She could not let them get behind her. If she was surrounded, it would too easy for her to get knocked unconscious by a fist or rock and then she would be at their mercy. A constant full-body phase would make her immune to harm, but holding it indefinitely would wear her out and she would have to drop it eventually.

  Another reason for keeping her back to the wall was that as a last resort she could simply leap backward through it and escape.

  Really, she could do that anyway, but she was tired of being bullied by normals, day in and day out. She missed the days when people didn’t know about mutants, before fucking Magneto and Trask let the cat out of the bag with the Sentinel incident.

  The thugs entered the alley, blocking her escape. Well, the apparent one, anyway.

  With an air of nonchalance, almost boredom, Kitty waited for the thugs to approach. She leaned back against the wall and folded her arms. Inwardly she was slightly tense, but she didn’t let it show.

  Not surprisingly, her total lack of fear confused the wannabe assailants. Halfway into the side alley they stopped and looked at her with wary expressions. Kitty assumed they had intimidating speeches prepared to terrorize her, but they had apparently forgotten the words. She wasn’t behaving like a victim, so they had lost their place in the script.

  “C’mon, guys,” she said. “I don’t have all day. Do what you’re gonna do and, like, get it over with. Or fuck off. I so don’t care.”

  Stung by her words, they did come forward then, though they did so cautiously.

  Finally one of them came forward and tried to grope her. She went into full phase and enjoyed his expression when he realized he was feeling nothing but air.

  “What the fuck?” he exclaimed. “She ain’t really here! She’s like a hologram or somethin’!”

  He backed away in confusion. Kitty dephased and kicked him in the nuts with all her strength. “Can a hologram do that?” The thug wasn’t listening though. He dropped to his knees, crying out in pain and clutching his wounded gonads, then fell over on his side. Kitty performed a couple of phase-stomps, driving his feet into the concrete as they laid there. This one was immobilized, so she moved a little farther down the wall, out of his reach, and leaned against it again, waiting to see what her playmates would do next.

  If the thugs were confused before, it was nothing compared to now. “What the fuck did the bitch do to Ramone?”

  “She scrambled his gonads, man.”

  “I got that part, shithead! I mean what did she do to his feet?”

  They came closer, trying to figure out what had happened. Ramone himself hadn’t noticed the state of his feet yet. His full attention was still on the pain in his balls.

  One of his brethren tugged at his legs. “Fuck! He ain’t comin’ out of there.”

  “She’s a fuckin’ mutie!” one of them yelled. “Get her!” They rushed Kitty. She waited until they were almost on her, having built up a decent momentum, and then she leaped backward into the wall. She waited a second or two, made a couple of sidesteps, and then poked her head out of the wall a few feet from where she had entered it.

  Sure enough, they had all crashed into the brick wall at full speed, and were lying there stunned. Moving quickly, she started phase-stomping again, playing a sort of hopscotch across the gang, leaving totally immobilized hands and feet in her wake.

  Only one gang member had managed to avoid becoming entrapped. He staggered to his feet, still dazed from the collision with the wall, and backed away from her. He fell backwards over a garbage can and while his feet were flailing in the air, Kitty simply pushed one of them through the other leg. If he wanted to get away now, he’d have to hop on one foot while looking like a stork.

  He couldn’t even figure out how to get up in this state, so she took advantage of the distraction to lock down one of his hands.

  Kitty surveyed her handiwork. All of them were sprawled around the alley, with various hands and/or feet immobilized. There was no longer any danger.

  Her open mike had relayed the sounds of the struggle, such as it was, back to her teammates. She spoke to them now. “Okay, guys, the party’s over. I’ll be back with you when I decide what to do with these bozos. Shadowcat out.” She turned off the mike.

  “What are you gonna to do with us?” one of them asked fearfully.

  Kitty sat on his chest. “Let’s have a talk about human-mutant relations.”

  “And then you’re gonna kill us?”

  “If I was going to do that, what would be the point of the talk?” She reached back and unzipped his pants.

  The thug gasped in shock. “What in the hell are you doing?”

  “You guys wanted to fuck me, didn’t you? Let’s see if you have the equipment to do it with.” She rummaged around inside his shorts and found his dick. “I think I can work with this.” She got up and tried to pull his pants down but he wouldn’t cooperate. So she just phased them off, to his total astonishment.

  Kitty handled his dick. She was pretty good at hand jobs, but the guy was a little too distracted by the situation. “Calm down,” she said. “I’m not going to hurt you.” To get him in the mood, she phased her own clothes off and sat on his chest again, her pussy inches from his face. She opened it up for him and played with it while she fondled his dick.

  After a few minutes of double masturbation, it was finally starting to work. She could feel the dick getting harder, and his eyes were glued on her pussy. She offered her finger for a taste. After a slight hesitation, he opened his mouth and she allowed him to sample her essence, although prepared for a fast phase if he tried to bite her finger.

  “It tastes normal,” he said, surprise in his voice.

  Kitty giggled. “What were you expecting? Peppermint? Mutants are still mostly human, you know. We just, like, have some enhancements. Well, some mutants look different, like my blue, fuzzy friend, but most of us look the same as everybody else. Do you want more pussy?”

  He nodded his head, so she turned around and sat on his face, while leaning forward and stretching out her arm to continue jerking him. He wasn’t very good at cunnilingus, not surprising for someone who would assault a woman to get sex, but passable.

  Kitty looked around at the other guys. They all had boners, even Ramone, who had apparently recovered from the nut bash. Except for the stork guy over by the garbage can, everyone was packed pretty close together, so more dicks were in reach. She didn’t bother with zippers this time, just phased off their pants and shorts. She flattened out on the guy who was eating her, and took his dick in her mouth. Then she reached out both arms and started jerking the guys on either side.

  Kitty giggled inwardly at the situation. She had been in orgies and gangbangs before, but this was her first one in public. Of course, someone would have to be in the main alley to see down this side alley, not like being on the sidewalk or something, but still…

  She continued sucking and jerking. The sounds emanating from the guys told her that she was doing a good job, sure as hell a lot better than they deserved. Precum periodically leaked into her mouth, but she phased it away as always, and it dropped through her jaw and dripped off onto him. She certainly wouldn’t be doing this with a total stranger if she couldn’t protect herself from disease.

  Kitty decided that the dick was hard enough to sit on. As she prepared to do so, she heard someone cry out “Wait!”

  She looked around. It was Stork Guy. “Wouldya pull my legs apart before ya start? My knee is killin’ me. Please?”

  Kitty had to admit that it did look like a pretty uncomforable position. “All right.” She released the leg, carefully to avoid any sudden kicks, while trapping the other one in the concrete. The guy sighed in relief, moving the leg around to exercise the knee. “Thanks.”

  Then she returned to what she had been about to do.

  She eased herself down on the first guy’s dick. It wasn’t the biggest she had ever engulfed, but it was a reasonable size. She started bouncing on it, and was soon panting with each stroke. She looked around at the other guys, to see if they were enjoying the show. The rigidity of their tools indicated that they were. Just as well, as she couldn’t reach the guys on either side now. She wanted them to stay hard in case she had further use of them.

  And it turned out she did. The guy who was in her came in just a few minutes. She phased the cum back onto him and kept going as long as she could. But he went soft on her pretty soon.

  Kitty sat there in annoyance, then shrugged, moved over to the next guy and started up again. A few more minutes of pleasure, then this one shot his load. Kitty eventually came, but she had to use up the remaining three to do it. She had worn all of them out, and just barely managed to get off before there were no more dicks left.

  She disengaged from the last guy and sat on his legs, breathing hard and savoring her hard fought orgasm. Then she got up and put on her clothes. The guys watched her nervously, wondering what she was going to do next. “Are you gonna kill us now? Or leave us stuck here?”

  “No, I’ll let you go. But before I do, you ought to think about something. I’m the weakest of the mutants I hang out with. I have a girlfriend who could level this entire block and knock everybody in it stone dead just by thinking about it. I have another who can throw lightning bolts like Zeus. And another who shut down a volcano a while back after taking a swim in the lava. And all of them look completely human, just like I do. So you really ought to reconsider assaulting girls on the street. You might catch another mutant, one tougher and meaner than me.”

  The guys exchanged glances. “Ya got a point.”

  “I’m going to let you go one a time. When I do, back off a few yards, even with that doorway there, and then I’ll free the next one. If anyone gives me any trouble, I’ll just walk away and the fire department or whoever will have to dig the rest of you out of the concrete.”

  Kitty released each of the guys in turn, pulling various appendages out of the concrete. She was in full phase each time the freed guy had use of his arms and legs again, but it turned out to be unnecessary. Each of them followed orders and they congregated near the designated doorway.

  Finally all five of them were standing there looking at her. “Thanks for not hurting us,” one said humbly. “I’m really sorry about all this.”

  Another spoke up. “Mutants sure are different from what I thought. You are, anyway.”

  “There are three kinds of mutants,” Kitty said. “There are the bad ones, like you hear about. There are the ones like me, who fight them. But the majority just want to, y’know, live their lives in peace.” She sighed. “Oh, speaking of bad mutants…” She pulled a picture out of her pocket and approached the group. “Have you seen this guy?”

  They looked at the picture. “Big motherfucker. He one of the bad mutants?”

  “He’s not so bad himself, but he works for the worst mutant on earth.”

  “I seen him,” Ramone said. “Yeah, he’s staying at the Fairmont Arms, a shithole a couple of blocks over that way.” He pointed. “Seen him go in and outa there, anyways.”

  “Thanks. Well, guys, it’s been fun, but I have things to do.”

to be continued…

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