Nightcrawler, Ribbed for Her Pleasure

"Excuse me, are you a student here? I don't think I recognize you." The bespectacled Principal Kelly was out on the quad, arms crossed as he eyed up the approaching young man. "Do you have a student ID I can look at?"

Bzzt

"Oh Superintendent Boggs, forgive me I didn't recognize ya," the principal's voice had jumped multiple octaves till it was now nice and feminine. He corrected his stance, too, now pushing out his chest and squeezing his legs together like he was wearing a tight skirt despite, still being dressed in his usual grey suit and tie. "Can Kelly get you anything right now? Coffee, phone numbers--a student's file?" He whispered on the last one, holding his nails delicately near his open mouth, his elbows permanently bent.

"No buzz off," Elliot impatiently rebuked, waving the principal away without even looking up. He was currently using a building in by the courtyard as an ad-hoc hiding place.

"Uh, you're such a man," Principal Kelly shook his head, jingling hoop earrings that weren't there. "Alright, I'll be in the office if you need me," and with that he simpered away, swishing his butt back and forth on the off-chance his beloved superintendent would look his way.

"Might've over did it on that one," Elliot muttered to himself, giving the principal a sideways glance before returning to his target.

On a break between classes, German exchange student, Kurt Wagner was presently sitting on a outdoor table, talking animatedly with a mixed-race girl in a silver choker. With his powers, Elliot knew they were dating with some complications. The particulars he wasn't privy too, but it was a decent foundation for his work, especially as fewer and fewer of their peers were around. Mystique had requested he not go overboard with this one. While Kurt was an X-Man he clearly had some connection to Mystique, but what that was Elliot didn't know.

"I'm glad we decided to take study hall together," the brown girl beamed, the wink of a silver stud visible on the top of her ear. "I know we should be working, but these 50 minutes are turning out to be the time I get to see you the most."

"No kidding, Amanda," the floppy haired German replied, reaching out to take her by the hand. Elliot couldn't help but notice how odd his grip was, holding her palm but keeping his middle/index and ring/pinky fingers together, like he was doing a Spock salute. Elliot also remembered an “Amanda Sefton” from role call in his math class. He suspected this was the same girl.

"Your hands are so warm," Amanda laughed, before leaning in to add conspiratorially, "and fluffy."

"Hey, you said you liked the ‘fuzzy dude’!" Kurt fired back, confusing Elliot further. The German in front of him was many things, but the only hair he saw was on his head.

"I do! You know I really do," Amanda reached up to stroke his face, petting his smooth white cheek. "I just wish I could be around him more."

"Don't I know it," the geeky mutant frowned, still leaning into her hand, "but not everyone is as open-minded as you, Libchen,"

"Please, blue's just my favorite color." The two laughed at their inside joke.

"Well 'blue' does come with a few perks," Kurt grinned. He paused to look around, almost catching their would-be spy who ducked out of the way just in time, before winking at Amanda and disappearing in a cloud of smoke. Then as quick as he left, Kurt reappeared holding two ice cream cones, both the color turquoise.

"Raspberry swirl! You remembered my favorite," Amanda gushed.

"Of course, it's wúnderbar," the boy grinned elfishly, "and here don't forget the cherries."

Elliot cursed and leaned up against the wall, slowly sliding to the ground. The pair were bizarrely cute, they were eating ice cream together outside for fuck's sake, did he really want to blow up their relationship with his powers just because he could? Considering his actions last night, it was crazy time to be getting a guilty conscience, but he knew he had to make a decision quick.

Reaching into his shirt pocket, Elliot pulled out a crumpled polaroid, unfolding it to reveal a blonde with a pixie cut making a peace sign at the camera. Staring at her a moment, he swallowed hard, then returned the picture to his pocket, his mind made up.

Reaching out his hand at the couple, he flexed his fingers and winced... With a quiet "Bzzt" the world went negative again, the perfect contrasting looks of Kurt and Amanda reversed for a moment, before everything resettled. Amanda hesitantly withdrew from Kurt's embrace, the blue ice cream cones entirely forgotten. Her teleporting lover just stood stock still.

"Oh pardon me, ma'am, I see you found our…product," Elliot revealed himself, putting on his best salesman smarm. "Apologies, it has a habit of getting away from us."

"Uhhh, excuse me product?" Amanda squeaked looking back and forth between Elliot and the petrified Kurt.

"That's right, you're looking at a state of the art transdimensional sybian, the first masturbation saddle for the woman on the go," Elliot declared patting the frozen X-Man on the side of his knee. In response, Kurt lay back on the table, pushing his groin up in the air as if to demonstrate his function.

"Is that really something you should be selling at a school?" Amanda said reproachfully, though her wandering eyes betrayed her as she stared at Kurt's arched pelvis.

"Why only if the school doesn't have perverts," Elliot chided, "and I think I found its biggest one, right here in the quad."

Amanda's cheeks blushed scarlet, but she nodded in spite of herself. True to his powers she was now a just kinky perv with a product she desperately wanted to buy.

No longer having to cloak her desires with faked embarrassment, Amanda started to rub her fingers across Kurt's chest and arms.

"You'll note it has different settings," offered Elliot playing along, watching Amanda as she fiddled with the watch on Kurt's arm, "including ones for speed, strength, endurance, intensity, and...WuHOA!"

With a click, the hologram cloaking Kurt's appearance dissipated, revealing his true form as the X-Man Nightcrawler.

"...and color, too apparently?" Elliot's voice cracked.

The boy's previous attire of denim and khaki had been replaced by a full X-Man uniform, triangular and pointed like ninja's suit with red shoes and yellow gloves to match. His face, now covered in light-blue fuzz, was framed by two pointed ears; the sharp teeth in his mouth on display thanks to his frozen smile. Three fingers now appeared on each of his hands and replacing his legs were two long animalistic feet each ending with a pair of large toes on the end of each boot. A pointy blue tail had also materialized, but still playing the part of the sybian, it and the devilish mutant remained perfectly still, waiting to be mounted.

"It's perfect!" Amanda's eyes glittered, clearly more enamored than ever by the eroticism of her boyfriend's alien form.

"Uh perhaps, we should take this pitch somewhere less exposed," Elliot grimaced, looking around worried someone else might see, "Just tell it to take us a place we won't be disturbed."

Amanda pressed her face into Kurt's furry neck for an indulgent whiff, then gleefully grabbed him by the arm, "Take us to the girl's locker room inside the gym."

Reaching out in the nick of time, Elliot held onto Nightcrawler's foot as the trio were shunted from the courtyard to the gymnasium bathroom. Bayville's red and white school colors adorned the walls around them while grey lockers and a concrete floor materialized beneath them.

"As I was saying," Elliot coughed, wrinkling his nose to block out the smell of sulfur. "The Night--er--I mean Babecrawler, heh, has many features, that...,"

"I'll take it," Amanda groaned passionately, having wasted no time pulling off Kurt's red and black unitard. Baring the full blue monty on the locker room floor, Amanda chirped excitedly as she came face to face with Kurt's not one but two furry blue dicks. Both fully erect and posed one on top of the other, Amanda's new pervy sensibilities took over as she lustily started to nuzzle her face against the two turgid cocks, blue fuzz starting to come off on her cheeks and eyelashes.

"My god! It even has fake sweat, ahh," the brown girl moaned, her tongue tracing the edges of Kurt's blue balls. "Fuck, how is it everything I've ever fantasized about? I need to get this blue devil inside me right now, what do I owe you?"

"Let's just call it a…two-day free trial," Elliot grit his teeth, not quite sure where to look. "Once finished it should teleport itself back to corporate, and if you'd like to purchase it after that, then we can talk." He wasn’t going to leave the X-Men as a permanent sex toy, just yet.

"Sold," Amanda cried, already throwing her orange bottoms onto a nearby bench. Her shirt was discarded too, leaving her naked save for her piercings and the silver choker around her neck. Rubbing some spit on her hand, she moved to line herself up with Kurt's extremities, pushing herself onto both while sitting on him in reverse cowgirl, grinding and moaning as she did.

"Well, um, I'll leave you to it," Elliot nodded, but Amanda had other ideas.

"What you're leaving? You don't want to sit and watch?" Asked the naked high schooler, squeezing her big brown breasts in Elliot's direction."Come on, having an audience is what really gets my motor running," so saying she rolled her hips, the base of Nightcrawler's lower dick plainly visible in her twat.

Pushing deeper, the girl let out a low grunt, "fuck I'm not used to the one in back. But, GAWWD, is it growing on me. So tell me, salesman, how do I turn this thing on?"

Accepting the invitation to voyeur, Elliot popped down on the nearest bench. "It's voice command," he shrugged making up Nightcrawler's schematics as he went. "Just tell it what you want to do."

"Baste my insides blue, motherfucker," Amanda growled over her shoulder, her silver choker glistening in the fluorescent light. The Babecrawler promptly obliged.

Gloved hands grabbing her by the waist, Nightcrawler began to thrust, meaty slapping sounds starting to emanate from both of Amanda's holes. Taking the prompt of being a sybian literally, the blue elf worked to maintain his rhythm, his acrobat muscles coming in handy as picked up speed. Yellow eyes fixed on Amanda's perfect ass, he let himself give into the pleasure his robotic mind didn't know he could feel. For her part, Amanda just stared up at Elliot, bouncing in time to Kurt's movements as she played with her boobs; her mouth lolling open performatively as she played to Elliot like a porn star.

"Uh uh, harder," she humped. "Harder, harder, harder, yes!" The blue fur on Kurt's members was becoming slick with juices, and even Elliot began to tacitly stroke the inside of his thigh.

Babecrawler obeying, Kurt picked up the pace, hoisting himself upright using only his stomach muscles. Amanda gasped at the unexpected intrusion of his demonic tail, suddenly whipping around her to dig its arrowhead into her grey-black clit. Knees against her thighs, his tail whipped around again, this time depositing itself in her mouth to give her a taste—wrapping its length around her neck as it did. The girl choked and spluttered, hands leaving her breasts to grab onto the cords of muscle around her neck, but she picked up her pace in turn, clearly enjoying herself.

"Fck yus," Amanda croaked, eyes rolling back as blue fur claimed every orifice it could. Her back now against Kurt's chest, both still on the ground, the two writhed there on the grungy tile floor as Elliot moved to stand. He was getting into it now.

"You're just a dumb little pervert, aren't you?" He whispered to Amanda, hand reaching out to grab a fistful of her hair, the girl's face level with his belt. "And that's all you've ever been." He bent her head to the side, the tail and her choker causing her gag. But she nodded, eyes fixed on Elliot as he smiled, drunk with power.

He could make her more, He could make her his. He could have her begging to sell her body on the streets, just for the privilege of being his footstool.

Stop it, do you want them to end up like her?

The auburn-haired boy shuddered, letting go of Amanda's hair, his hands shaking. That had been too close, he'd almost gone over the edge again. Knowing how thoroughly things could get fucked when he lost control, he had sworn never to let that happen again. He needed to get out of here, and more importantly get rid of these two.

"Sybian, Babecrawler, whatever, take Amanda somewhere you two can finish off. Then make sure you do her again, and again. I don't want her to be able to walk come tomorrow morning." So saying he turned to leave heading up the concrete stairs to the basketball court.

Amanda let out lusty **** chuckle as the Babecrawler nodded its ascent. With one more deep thrust, it pushed its way inside her, the girl's eyes going cross-eyed at pressure in each of her holes. Then with a modest bamf, the two disappeared, leaving Elliot alone.

All that remained of their presence was the smell of brimstone and a puddle of Amanda's cum left on the tile room floor.