Play with the Kitty cat

There he was, smiling at her again. This time the new bartender wasn't even pretending to scrub a glass, he just stared right through Emma like a piece of meat. She recognized that look from the many strip club patrons she serviced over the years. This kid reminded her of the worst of them. He was much younger though, with his unkept mess of brown hair, scrawny arms, and the poor excuse for facial hair that was his random lonesome chin hairs. Where did Blob find these people? And could he put them back?

"Actually, Katherine, I'm going to finish my drink by the water." Emma grabbed her white clutch and shuffled her arms so her jacket went from resting around her elbows to back on her shoulders. "When you get a second, come join me." Kitty knew they didn't bring gear for a beach day, and she knew Emma knew that, so she understood what was going on.

"Alright, I'll be there in a minute." Kitty waved Emma off as she left. She understood her former mentor's concern but wanted to scope out the new guy a bit. She leaned forward on her bar stool until she was hunched over with her feet spread out on either side of the stool. "So, what's your name?" Kitty asked in between sips of her margarita.

"Percy. Percy Fowler." He smiled at Kitty much softer than he did Emma. She narrowed her eyes. She didn't dress as slutily as Emma, but she knew what it meant when men treated her so differently. Classic Madonna-whore complex. He saw Kitty as just as inexperienced and naive as her namesake. She never appreciated men like that. She took a long sip.

"What brings you to Krakoa so late?" She eyed him up and down. With his wrinkled and stained black polo shirt and long cargo pants, he wasn't dressed for summer weather, a common newcomer mistake. Percy put down the glass he was cleaning upside down on the counter and picked up a new one. There were clearly still spots on the old one.

"I just," Percy looked up at the sky and raised his shoulders. "Needed to find my family." He dropped his shoulders and smiled a fake-ass grin. Emma was right, this guy was a weirdo.

"Well, I hope you find them." Kitty got up from her stool. She chugged the rest of her drink and—

You let go of a breath you didn't know you were holding when Shadowcat froze. Fuck, she was intimidating. Why were superbabes so aggressive? Wasn't she supposed to be the X-Men's little sister? You take a couple of deep breaths. In, out. In, out. You made a slow burn change with Emma Frost, so let's see if you can make a more immediate change to Shadowcat.

You survey her frozen form. The elbow of her drinking arm was raised to the sky and she had her feet planted in a strong warrior's stance. Her pirate get-up with the tasseled coat, buckled boots, and puffy blouse sure did make a striking silhouette. It didn't seem to intend to cover up her body, but it didn't flaunt it either like Emma. Still, if you looked closely you could see her thick, powerful thighs and the curve of her supple breasts. You reach out and felt her forearm. It wasn't even flexed but you could tell its muscle was toned and developed. The way she carried herself. She understated how hot she was. Hmm, maybe that's the change?

You look into her right eye, the one facing the bar, and peer deep into the X-woman's history. You see every team she's been on and how she's been self-conscious about her own mutantdom lately given how she can't use the gates. The only wall solid to her is the one wall everyone else can walk through. You smile and let out a chuckle. That's an insecurity you can use.

"Shadowcat, after a recent adventure with the Marauders, your powers have been on the fritz. No one knows why, but whatever clothes you put on, besides your iconic red coat, phases right through you. You can't control it or stop it, and no one has been able to fix it. The only clothing you've worn for the last week and a half have been your oversized pirate coat. It's been a sore spot for you and has put you in a very anxious and self-conscious mood. You don't like that people can see so much of you, and don't want to go barefoot everywhere."

After you say that, Shadowcat's pose shifts. She's back on the stool instead of standing in front of it. Her legs are crossed and you can see her painted red toes as she's wearing no shoes. Her coat is buttoned up and she pulls it tight against her chest with one hand as the other holds her drink close to her. The holster for her rapier that she typically wears around her waist is nowhere to be found. Instead, her sword is planted in the sand next to her. She peers down at her feet instead of making eye contact with Percy like before.

You once again come from behind the bar to meet the frozen mutant. You pry her hand from the top of her coat and pull it open. There it is. Shadowcat's breasts are slightly smaller than the White Queen's but they're all natural. You can't help but let out a giggle. She's just so hot. And soon she'll be yours, like all the X-women. Below her chest is her toned stomach, with powerful abs that come from decades of training. Then, right below it, is her hairy snatch. She kept her curly pubic area orderly and clean but seemed to prefer it hairy. It's enough to make you salivate. You log the image of Shadowcat nude in your mind to save for lonely nights, then raise your hand and snap one more time.

Kitty was pissed off that Emma left her to get leered at by Percy. Really it was her own fault for not leaving with her but she wanted to trust him at first. Foolish choice. She could get up now but Kitty didn't trust herself to be able to get off this bar stool without flashing him. God, how many people did she flash coming over here? She tried not to think about it. Why hadn't Hank gotten back to her about her 'condition?' She's a member of the Quiet Council damn it! Percy smiled at her with that same predatory smile like he knew something she didn't. She reached for her rapier out of reflex, but it wasn't where it usually was. She panicked for a split second before she remembered she had to stab it into the sand. She couldn't even wear a holster due to this dumb issue with her powers. Why was it always her? Okay, enough's enough.

'Emma, can you make a distraction so I can get out of here without an incident?' Kitty thought as loud as possible.

'Sigh. Why? I thought everything was going fine?' Kitty could feel the smirk Emma was laying on as she responded. They were speaking telepathically, how was she sighing? Kitty turned around and saw the White Queen soaking up sun on a lawn chair, not even a book or phone in hand. 'Unless you were wrong to wave me off and should've joined me when I left the creep.'

'You can't judge people so flippantly Emma!'

'You can't if you're bad at it dear.' Kitty groaned in her own mind.

'Fine, you were right Emma. This guy's a creep and I should've left with you. I shouldn't have waited until he turned his attention to me.'

'That's all you needed to say.' Emma raised her fingers to her head and paused for a moment. All of a sudden Kitty's arm moved on its own. It raised her glass over her head and turned it upside down. All at once the margarita came crashing down over her, drenching her and her coat. Kitty leaned off of the stool and slammed both of her hands on the table.

"I'm sorry, Mistress Emma was right!" Kitty blurted out, her face looking as shocked as Percy's. "I gotta go. Now!" Kitty shimmied down to the ground. "I've been a naughty girl." She said with a pout. She pulled her rapier out of the ground and held it behind her coat with both hands as she speed-walked down the beach with her wet head down, mindful of not kicking up her coat.

'What the fuck, Emma?' Kitty shouted in her own mind.

'You needed a distraction.' Emma sent back.

'From you! Not me!' Kitty thought.

'I'm not going back there,' Emma thought.

Percy just laughed to himself and shook his head as he watched Kitty scurry away. He chose the right mutant babes to start his chaos with.