Storm's afterschool art session.

The rest of the day had continued without incident. Scott followed Emma the entire time as she continued her duties as head mistress of the school while Charles went out to a seminar in upstate New York. During that time, she made quite the impression on the school, especially since she was the focus of attention whenever she entered a room or approached a student who was **** to crane his or her neck just to look up over her chest to her grinning face.

When the day’s classes were reaching their last hour, Emma made her way upstairs with Scott going over papers in hand. Looking over her shoulder, she smiled back down to the man. “You look troubled love, what’s on your mind?”

“Well, you seem to be taking all of this quite well.” Said Scott as he shuffled his papers in his hands. “And Storm seems to be in control of herself, I’ve been worried all day after her change.”

“I’m the White Queen, love. I rule.” She smiled, resting a hand over her shoulder as the two of them returned to their shared room. “Oh, and don’t worry about Storm, I have enough self control for the both of us.”

Getting ahead of her, Scott opened the door to their bedroom, making Emma smile with half-lidded eyes as she crouched to enter and got inside, leaving Scott to close the door behind him. “Speaking of self control, Logan spoke with me about how you charged the pizzas under his name.”

“He could afford it. Maybe next time he won’t compare me to a damned racoon.”

Sighing and stretching her arms over her head and chuckling that her clawed hands could touch the ceiling, Emma moved to the bed and sat, the frame creaking under her weight as she lolled her head back and forth with a sigh.

“You haven’t been hungry after the pizzas, have you?”

“Yes, always, BUT I can push that to the back of my mind easily… But I have OTHER appetites I haven’t sated yet.”

“Really? What do you… Hey!” Yelping as Emma reached out and pulled him close, Scott found himself on top of the wendigo woman as she leaned back to rest on the bed with his head sandwiched between her pumpkin sized breasts.

“You have NO idea how hot I’ve been feeling since I left the infirmary. I didn’t want to make a scene in front of all the students during all that time, and it didn’t help that some of our campus have been having pornographic day dreams of me in my current state.” Pulling him close, she licked at his nose affectionately. “But we’re not out there with the campus, its just you and me now, and your queen demands service.”

Rolling over until Scott had his back to the mattress and Emma perched on top of him, it made her grin a toothy smile to see him buried under her larger bust, her tail flicking back and forth as she pawed at his clothes and pressed down on him, kissing him deeply as she reached down to slink a clawed hand down his pants.

“Don’t worry Scott… Your precious White Queen doesn’t bite. Not YOU anyway.”

Prying open his shirt, her smile widened as her free hand found her prise under his belt line, practically ripping his pants open and pulling them down his legs to flick them casually across the room.

*

With the final classes ended, Logan sent his students out of the art gallery, a tired and bored look on his face as he politely waved them all out one by one, telling them to keep their studies up and huffed as he dragged himself to his seat in front of the teacher’s desk and dropped down into his chair like a sack of potatoes. Seeing the last student run out of the door frame he felt relieved it was all over, until he heard someone enter, the floors creaking as who came in crouched so she could fit through the door and make her way inside. Standing up straight, she closed the door behind her.

“Hello Logan, how was art class? Educational I hope.” Asked Storm, standing to her full height with her hands at her hips. Despite being over 8 feet tall and turned into a horned man-eating monster, Storm wore her new form with elegance and grace. She had returned to her room after her quick meal from the destroyed ending machine and fashioned something to wear from her bedsheets, making a smock skirt that exposed her left thigh and a crude bikini top that pushed up her now larger chest, so that she’d look more presentable. “You look like you’ve been through it.”

“Hello Ororo… I spent the last hour with a bunch of kids carving out a statue from a log of wood with my claws, mostly talked about nothing while I did it. I didn’t have any other ideas; I mean look at me. Do I LOOK like a guy who can paint? Hmm, hopefully they learned something from it. Take a look see.” Logan nodded to the wooden carved statue on a table in the middle of the classroom.

Walking over to the whittled-out statue on the table, Storm smiled with her chin up to see a statue of her in her current state in the pose of Aphrodite. She chuckled to herself, smirking as she traced a clawed finger over one of the wooden horns. Making a pose similar to the carving, her sly eyes returned to gaze at the exhausted man.

“I take it today’s events left an impression. Who knew you were so talented.”

“You were on my mind… but then again being hunted down by someone who wanted to gobble you up like a bowl of chicken tenders sticks with you.”

“Hmm…” With an extra flare with her hips as she approached Logan’s chair, Storm stood behind the man as he rubbed his fingers between his tired eyes and bent at the waist to rest her hands over his shoulders, massaging them as she leaned in close to whisper into his ear. “Poor Logan, you know I’d never do that to you.”

“You zapped me a couple of times on the way down the stairs, I think you had it in for me.”

Shrugging, Ororo smiled. “Well… MAYBE… You can be a handful.”

Purring like a cat, Storm stood up and pressed up behind Logan as he shifted in his chair and turned around to face her, leaving the wendigo woman to press back against the chalk board behind her and rest her hands on the brush shelf. “So, all you have to do is art class for a week and you can go back to doing physical education.”

“Who’s teachin while I’m doing this?” The man asked as he plucked out a cigar from his pocket and lit it.

“Kurt.”

“Kurt?!” Wolverine coughed, wafting his cigar smoke out of his face as he cleared his throat. “The heck is he teaching those kids? Non-contact sports? Please don’t tell me he’s got them doing yoga.”

“Calisthenics and breathing exercises.” She smirked with an almost catty grin, seeing Logan almost hyperventilate before calming himself to take a puff of his cigar.

“I’m not mad.”

“Hmm, of course not, but don’t take it out on him Logan, he wanted to do music class instead of anything physic… Gasp!” A shiver ran down Storm’s back as she felt her skin become sensitive, a warmth bloom in her belly and her nipples go stiff underneath her top. “Ooooooooh….”

Seeing the wendigo woman pause and gasp, Logan watched as Ororo bit her lip and clutched at her top, tugging at the fabric as she squirmed on the spot. “Uhm… You good Storm?”

“I don’t know, I just suddenly feel so… Oooooooooh…” Looking down at Logan with heavy lidded eyes, Storm purred and licked her fanged lips as she pushed away from the chalk board. “Do me.”

“What?”

“I SAID!” Ripping off her top and skirt, Storm grabbed Logan from under his arms and pulled him out of his chair to sit on the desk where she pressed up against him, smothering his face into her cleavage as she pulled his face up to look into her hungry eyes. “Do me!”

Outside art class, several students passed by the door to hear what sounded like furniture being moved along with the sounds of a jungle cat roaring out. Alarmed, but too fearful to approach the door, the campus avoided art class for the remainder of the evening.