X-Men Evo Vore Fanfic Three

X-MEN EVOLUTION FANFIC FOUR: CAUGHT STEALING.

All characters and most inventions mentioned in this piece of writing belong to the studio/creators of X-men Evolution.
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WARNING: This story contains soft vore with no death or digestion. You have been warned, no likey vore, no likey this story... have a nice day.
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Remy froze suddenly, had he heard something… or hadn’t he? He silently looked about him, in the eerie fluctuating light provided by his charged glove, held high to provide as much light as possible. Nothing seemed to be moving… he must have imagined it. The Cajun thief was inside the x-men’s base underneath the mansion, possibly one of the most dangerous places to steal from, not because of the electronic defences, which Remy was easily able to outwit, but more because if the array of mutants that inhabited the building. Remy well knew that most of them would not hesitate for a second before blasting a sneaking acolyte from here to kingdom come. It wasn’t even like he wanted to be here, but Magneto had given him his orders, bring him back a certain chemical that apparently could only be obtained here in the X-men’s Med Lab… and Gambit fancied his chances with a theft better than he did refusing Magneto’s orders.

Now convinced that he had been mistaken, Remy extinguished the charge in his glove and continued his search for the chemical Magneto had demanded, his ruby and onyx eyes glowing softly in the darkness. His movements were silent, even his boots not making the slightest sound as they touched the metal floor. Therefore, when the door suddenly banged open, Gambit jumped as the loud sound stung his sensitively attuned hearing. What the heck had caused that? Was someone in here with him? Since he was underground it certainly hadn’t been the wind. He automatically crouched down, pressing his back to a nearby cabinet and freezing.

After a few minutes, he chanced a peek over the top of the cabinet, and saw nothing… except… exactly what he had come for! Right there in front of his eyes on the counter was a large bottle of the chemical Mags had sent him to get! With one more quick look around, he reached out to take the bottle, but his fingertips had barely brushed the glass when something very heavy suddenly landed on his arm, crushing it painfully against the table and causing him to give a quiet yelp of surprise. “Vhat are you doing here?” demanded an angry sounding German accented voice. So that meant it was that Nightcrawler guy? What were the X-men doing sending a teenager up against one of the Acolytes?! Remy did not reply, he quickly swung his other arm around, landing a hefty whack on whatever was holding his arm down. Apparently he had taken the teen by surprise, for with a yelp, the weight was lifted off his arm. Remy took the chance and moved like lightening, grabbing the bottle and heading for the door. But at exactly the wrong moment, the lights snapped on, blinding the Cajun and causing him to skid on the floor and slam into a cabinet, dropping the bottle. He swore and spun around, his eyes rapidly adjusting now, to glare at the blue furry mutant who stood on the other side of the room, “You wanna play with the Ragin’ Cajun kid?” he snarled, hoping to intimidate his way out of a fight. It wasn’t that he was scared… but fights were noisy and the other X-men might arrive at any moment… and Remy knew that he couldn’t take on all of them.

But it was clear that the teen wasn’t going to be got rid of so easily. For he snarled back almost as angrily, “I can’t believe that Magneto has you stealing medical supplies from teenagers now.” Remy’s face hardened angrily and he reached for his cards, skilfully taking the deck and fanning them slightly in his hand so that they could be thrown in quick succession since he was dealing with a teleporter, he took a wide stance and looked up at his opponent. Then he froze, stock still, every muscle in his body tensed, waiting for the less experienced furry mutant to make the first move.

He was not surprised at all when the teleporter disappeared, leaving only a small cloud of smoke. The question was… where had he zapped himself to? Remy scanned the room carefully, looking for another puff of smoke, or anything that might give away the location of the younger mutant. A slight sound from above him and Remy spun around into a crouching position, launching four charged cards smoothly upwards, but releasing the charge when he saw it was only a moth attacking one of the lights. The four cards fluttered harmlessly to the floor, but Remy made no move to pick them up, knowing that anything he did that distracted him from his purpose was unsafe. Unfortunately the one thing Gambit had underestimated was the teleporter’s stealth. Whilst he was busy looking and listening for ‘ports, his opponent had been creeping up on him. Upon hearing a slight sound behind him, Gambit spun, but a fraction of a second too late and he received a powerful kick in the chest, sending him flying backwards into a locked metal cabinet. The glass front of the cabinet shattered as his back made contact with it and Remy was glad he was wearing his uniform… anything else and he would have been lacerated. Winded, he fell to the floor beneath the cabinet as broken glass fell around him, he glared towards where the teleporter had been, and was about to get up when he felt something heavy strike the back of his head and shatter… then darkness.

Kurt stared in horror as this happened… he had intended to knock the Cajun out perhaps and then take him to the professor… but now he looked dead! The teleporter ran on all fours towards the fallen acolyte and sat over him, terrified to see blood seeping through the bright auburn hair at the back of Gambit’s head. A bottle of something had fallen from the ruined cabinet and smashed against his head, the broken glass cutting his cheek badly as well. The Cajun was soaked in clear fluid from the broken container, and Kurt was very careful to keep his feet out of the puddle of it, still unsure what the substance was… it sure smelt funny. What should he do now? Go and tell someone? But then he’d be in trouble for not getting help right away… he knew he should have done… but when he had seen the Cajun stealing from their medical supplies it had really made him angry… stealing weapons and technology was one thing… but medical supplies?! It might have been something critical that was taken! Kurt’s tail flicked nervously as he stayed there, feeling helpless, muttering softly, “don’t be dead…” His heart leapt as he heard the Cajun groan, he was alive! But… something was odd… very odd… was that puddle of liquid bigger now? … or was the older mutant somehow smaller? … surely the few drops of Gambit’s blood that had mixed with it couldn’t make that much difference… Kurt blinked hard, but that seemed to do nothing… in fact… the situation was getting worse… the Cajun was indeed getting smaller and smaller by the minute as Kurt watched!

Remy groaned again… oh how his head hurt. He reached up with one hand and tenderly felt the affected area, concerned at the amount of blood matted into his hair that he could feel at the back of his head. What had hit him anyway? Then his memories came flooding back, about the attempted theft… and the teleporter. His black and red eyes snapped open at this, how come the younger mutant hadn’t bound him or something? He could tell from the metal floor that he was still in the lab… but he could tell little else from the angle he was at. He noticed that the floor was unduly shiny and that was when it registered with him that he was soaked to the skin. How had that happened? … All he remembered was pain in his head and then darkness. He breathed deeply for a moment or two longer, organising his thoughts, it was at that moment that he realised his powers were gone… the usual energy that he could feel coming from each and every object was no longer there… it was probably the blow to the head… he had had his powers disabled that way before.

Remy slowly brought his hands up and pushed himself upwards onto all fours, closing his eyes and breathing deeply as he felt dizzy. The feeling passed and he looked up at his surroundings, expecting to see the lab the way it had been when he was knocked out. Instead he noticed immediately that something was very very wrong… the previously waist high metal cabinets in the centre of the room now looked about half a mile away and equally high. The Cajun pushed himself to his feet, casting about him, trying to figure out why the world had gone crazy. It took his aching brain several moments to realize that it was not everything else that had changed… it was him! “Mon Dieu!” He looked about him again, this time searching for the teleporter who must be the cause of this. His gaze quickly settled on his opponent, crouched daintily on one of the cabinets not far from him, an unpleasantly confident smile on his face. Remy shuddered… what was he going to do now? Even if he could escape there was no way that he could get back to the base… he got no further down this train of thought before there was a flash of blue fur as the younger mutant leapt towards him in a very catlike fashion. Remy automatically went back down onto his knees, braced with one arm over his face, ready for the impact… that never came…

Kurt looked with interest down at the tiny mutant before him, at three inches tall, the Cajun no longer looked even remotely intimidating. With a giggle, the teleporter reached out gently with his tail and using the barb, gripped Gambit around the shoulders, neatly lifting the Cajun out of the puddle of liquid that seemed to have caused him to shrink. Kurt was not keen on getting any of that on himself at all, and carefully moved away from the puddle, to the other side of the med lab, still carrying the now struggling acolyte with his tail. Having found a spot that was far enough from the puddle, Kurt tightened the tail’s grip on Gambit and brought him around so that he could see him properly. The teleporter had to marvel at how delicate the older mutant looked now, before he had seemed quite terrifying to Kurt… but now he was just like a little toy or something… a toy… right… Kurt grinned as an idea occurred to him, he had wanted Gambit to be taught a lesson for stealing from them, but now he didn’t need Logan or one of the others to do it for him… he could teach the acolyte himself! And maybe have some fun in the process… His golden eyes glowed frighteningly at the Cajun as he thought this plan over a bit.

Remy kicked hard against the muscular tail that currently held him suspended in mid air, he was not happy at all! His head hurt so badly still… he felt like he just needed to curl up in a dark, silent room and sleep for a while… but instead he was being manhandled about in a brightly lit lab that he hadn’t wanted to come to in the first place. The grip around his chest suddenly tightened and he was brought around in front of the younger mutant’s face. Remy glared at him, “vous menacez l'homme faux petit démon” he muttered angrily, not really caring whether or not the other mutant understood the threat, it was more a matter of defying him. For his trouble he was shaken hard “je ne suis pas un démon” snapped the teleporter, “and you calling anyone ‘little anything’… is hardly appropriate now is it?” Remy did not reply, his gaze frozen on the younger mutant’s mouth, he had never before realised what fangs this teenager had… so sharp… and to Gambit now… so big. It seemed that Nightcrawler had spotted this and grinned horribly, “you like my teeth?” he asked, bringing the tiny mutant closer to his mouth. Remy squirmed harder, very uncomfortable in the presence of the hot breath and those fangs.

Kurt held his prisoner like that for a moment or two, giving him time to take in the image, even making him cry out by nipping gently at him once. Then he gently put the other mutant back on the floor, still restrained by his tail, but so that his little feet were planted on the ground. “Tell you vhat, since I’m fair sort of guy… I’m going to give you a fair chance… vhen I let go, you run… if you can stay away from me, you get to go… if you can’t… vell we’ll have to see.” With no further words, he released his tail’s grip on the little Cajun, grinning darkly when he saw fear flash through those ruby and onyx eyes right before Gambit turned to run. He was starting to like the feeling of power that this gave him, and he was especially amused by the fact that he was not going to give the older mutant a fair chance at all.

Kurt tensed himself and leapt, landing right in front of the fleeing Cajun, and giggling as Gambit skidded to a halt on the floor in order to stop and change direction. Kurt gave him a few moments to get going again before repeating the activity. Then again, and again… and many more times until the Cajun collapsed, unable to rise and continue to run. Kurt giggled and went up to him on all fours “vell look at this… you couldn’t escape… that means you lose!” and he licked the little mutant in an almost friendly manner, grinning as he felt the little body shudder and Gambit turned to look up at his fangs again, cowering. Wow… the Cajun tasted good! Kurt certainly hadn’t been expecting that… he licked his lips and thought about it for a moment… yeah… the tiny mutant tasted pretty damn nice!

Remy was disgusted as the tongue descended upon him a second time, and he swore colourfully as he weakly protested against the undignified treatment. Like being chased and threatened by a teenager wasn’t enough… now he was being licked by one! He kicked out angrily, trying to get the teleporter to stop, but was annoyed when the licking carried on, he no longer possessed the energy to fight though, and his struggles weakened quickly, until he was just cursing the other mutant, lacking the strength to do anything else. But it seemed that licking was not enough for his tormentor, and Remy was horrified when he was suddenly scooped up by the tongue, right into the hot, wet, fanged maw! He let out an involuntary cry, struggling with newfound strength and desperation… was the teleporter going to eat him?! Surely not… He struggled toward the front of the mouth, now not intimidated by the fangs compared to what lay the in the other direction… He let out a cry of relief when the mouth opened a little, and he was shoved towards the outside world by the tongue…but he never made it all the way out. One of those terrifying canine teeth came down neatly on his back, not cutting him in half as he expected, just holding him painfully. The painful pressure on his gut, Remy knew was the lower fang, and if he moved… he would slice himself up. He froze, tensed and in pain, still trying to believe this was a nightmare, wanting to believe that hit on the head had made him hallucinate or something…but the sharp pain was telling him otherwise… it was telling him that he was indeed awake and fully in his right mind.

Kurt held his prey like this for some time, trying to decide what to do now. Should he take Gambit to the professor and give him up? Or should he do what his instincts were telling him and swallow the extremely tasty little Cajun? He knew he shouldn’t… because he hated to hurt anyone… but he wanted to try it so badly… feeling the little mutant squirm in his mouth seemed to have awoken some desperate desire to feel him squirming all the way down his throat… to eat the Cajun whole and alive and feel him fight for survival inside him. Nobody would ever have to know… he could leave the lab as it was, return to bed and pretend to know nothing tomorrow, and that would be the end of it! Kurt came to his decision and tipped his head back, hearing Gambit moan in fear and pain, then he released him, allowing the little mutant to fall to the back of his mouth before speaking carefully. “Sorgen Sie sich nicht, ich bin dabei, Sie irgendwo weich und warm jetzt ohne mehr Giftzähne zu bringen, um Sie zu verletzen.” The Cajun had been speaking in his native language before, and Kurt thought it was his turn, his tone was soft and gentle, as if he was soothing the tiny mutant, telling him it was all going to be alright. The struggles did not lessen any, but they became confused, as though Gambit was unsure what was about to happen to him. Kurt took the opportunity and gulped hard, feeling the struggles increase dramatically as the tiny Cajun was forced feet first into his throat. Oh that felt so good! Kurt began to purr involuntarily, his tail lashing about excitedly as the desperately struggling acolyte was forced further down his gullet. He had never known any feeling like it and he sat back on the cold floor, his eyes drifting closed in bliss.

Remy felt like he was in hell, a hot, slimy, crushing hell. The breath was forced from his lungs as he battled to grip the walls and stop his descent, but he was too constricted to move his arms or legs properly. He started to see stars from lack of oxygen and his head hurting worse than before, he couldn’t think straight at all. But too soon he was forced into a larger area, it wasn’t that he had wanted to stay in the throat… but even in his scrambled thoughts he knew that this was the teleporter’s stomach… and that meant death. The Cajun hadn’t the energy to fight any more, he just lay on the slick flesh, panting, his eyes closed as he tried to force the pain in his head away. He knew that any second the teleporter’s system would get to work, and he would be nothing more than a memory. But goddamit he was going to go out with some dignity! “vous ne recevrez plus d'amusement de moi petit demon,” he muttered softly, and pulled himself into a sitting position. He reached into his pocket and drew out his cards, he was short by four that still lay upon the ground in the med lab outside, the rest of the deck had shrunk in proportion with him, just as his clothes had, but it wasn’t like he would have time to even play one round of solitaire. So he just sat there, shuffling them gently, waiting. It was strange, less that two minutes ago he had been panicking, but now… he was strangely calm, as if now that he knew the end was coming… there was no need to fight. He could see a little in here, his night sight was excellent and that gave him the ability to see the rough size of the chamber around him. He could smell that unpleasant gastric smell and the heat was incredible… Remy chuckled bitterly… John would be happy here at least. Oh dear… the poor little pyromaniac didn’t stand a chance with Creed around if Remy wasn’t there to watch out for him. The Cajun let out a sad sigh, he could feel the teleporter prodding and patting at him, but he was firmly set in his decision, if he was going out, he was going out with dignity. Ignoring his surroundings, he continued shuffling his cards idly, waiting for the end.

Kurt scowled, no struggling… curse that Cajun and his stupid stubborn dignity! Oh well, it didn’t matter now, Kurt stood up slowly, starting to walk towards the door, wanting to get back to bed after this rude interruption to his night… Well he didn’t mind that much… he could still feel the weight of his victim inside, and he could still taste that delicious Cajun now, the furry mutant licked his lips enthusiastically… Maybe he could do this again sometime with a more responsive victim… but now it was time for bed. He was two inches from the door when it burst open, causing him to leap backwards to avoid being struck. There in the doorway was Scott, looking somehow half asleep and worried at the same time, he was dressed in only his jeans and an old jumper, he must have heard something when Kurt was fighting the Cajun and got up to see what was happening! Kurt watched as Scott stepped into the room, looking around, his gaze settling on the smashed cabinet that Gambit had struck and the pool of liquid below it. Kurt was about to come forward when he heard an angry exclamation and stamping footsteps… Logan had arrived, bare chested, wearing only jeans and looking murderous… oh jeez what was Kurt going to do now?! He quickly ducked down behind one of the cabinets to watch what happened, hoping to god that Logan didn’t smell him.

Scott looked around the lab, for whoever had done this, Logan shoved past him, making an angry sound in his throat and stopped just in front of the puddle of clear fluid… well not completely clear, Scott approached and crouched down, seeing that in several places the puddle appeared pink, as though something else had mixed with it. “Is that blood?” he asked pointing at one of the pink patches. Logan bent down, looking barely interested,
“Could be,” he growled.
“And what is this stuff?” Scott gestured to the puddle in general.
“I have no idea kid, Xavier wouldn’ tell even me what was in that cabinet,”
That worried Scott, what could be that secret? He jumped as Logan suddenly slapped a hand on his shoulder, “don’t move,” he growled. Scott slowly looked up to see a look of angry concentration on Logan’s face, the older mutant must have heard something… or smelt something…

“Gambit…” growled Wolverine, then turning to face the other way and scenting carefully, and not just Gambit… there was another mutant that he knew’s smell here and it wasn’t another acolyte… it was… was… “Kurt?” What had happened here?! Logan started to walk around a little, sniffing here and there, trying to re-create what had happened in his mind. But he got just to the other side of the lab before he stopped, looking baffled, he looked back to Scott, “well something happened here…” he growled… this was a mystery, and he did not like mysteries. He looked around and saw four playing cards on the ground and moved to pick them up, this meant for sure that Gambit had been here. Logan suddenly heard Scott yelp in surprise and he was there in an instant, kneeling beside the younger mutant who for some reason seemed to have fallen face first into the puddle of fluid. “What happened kid? Not like you to have dizzy spells…” he got no further before something moving too fast for him to see properly struck him in the shoulder, knocking him sideways into the liquid with a roar. After a moment he jumped to his feet, really royally pissed now growling “okay who’s the wise guy!?”

Kurt giggled as he waited now, he had decided as soon as he heard Logan say his name that he would be in big trouble for this, the last thing he needed was to be found out for having eaten a human being! Now that he came to think about it… he could actually still feel the little Cajun inside of him… and still alive no less, Kurt was aware of the small movements… shouldn’t he be dead by now? Never mind, Kurt had bigger things to worry about, he had to do something… and the only thing he could think of was knocking them into the puddle and having them shrink… he took out Scott first, then Logan when he wasn’t expecting it… now all he had to do was wait and hope that Logan got little before finding him and skinning him alive. What about those claws anyway? No… wait… if he didn’t have his powers then he couldn’t use them… couldn’t even extend them if memory served… and Kurt had realised with Gambit that the liquid also disabled powers… otherwise he would still be picking pieces of miniaturised exploding card out of his face. The teleporter far from relished the idea of consuming his instructor and his friend… but he didn’t have a choice any more! It was that or get kicked out of the academy and probably sent to jail! He stayed perfectly still, his back pressed to the cabinet as he heard Logan swear loudly, apparently he had just realised he was starting to shrink. Kurt gave it a moment or two, until he heard an exchange of quiet voices, one extremely angry and one extremely scared… perfect, now both of the other mutants were bite sized just as Gambit had been.

Kurt padded out on all fours a few inches, looking pleased when he saw the two familiar mutants three inches tall and looking very uncertain. Scott was kneeling down shaking slightly and Logan was standing with one hand on his shoulder looking angry and worried. Kurt perked his ears to their quiet words, Scott seemed scared about something that wasn’t to do with his size… “My eyes… they don’t feel normal Logan… what’s happened to us?”
“I don’t know kid… what feels wrong with your eyes…can you see?”
“Yes I can but something feels…” Scott stood up and Kurt saw him reach up and remove his glasses and put them in his pocket. Logan ducked automatically, apparently not keen on getting hit if something went wrong. But nothing went wrong… Scott opened his eyes… and nothing happened. “Logan… my powers are gone,” he cried, turning to the older mutant in distress.
“What… gone? Hang on kid,” Logan lifted one of his arms in the opposite direction to Scott and a look of concentration passed over his face as he apparently tried to extend his claws, the expression quickly replaced by  one of concern again. “You’re right, mine are gone too.” Kurt giggled at this, Wolverine without his claws? To the teleporter this was highly amusing.

Kurt quietened his giggles and moved forwards, closing in on the two mutants like a predator on the hunt. It was Logan who heard him coming, and spun around to face him with a growl, but Scott was the one who came forward spoke first. “Oh Kurt thank god, you have to help us! This stuff shrunk us and took away our powers, please take us to the professor!” Kurt giggled again at him and shook his head.
“Vhy would I vant to do that?” he asked softly.
“Elf, what’s goin’ on?” growled Logan, stepping in front of Scott.
“nothing much… you might call it a midnight snack,” Kurt was having fun now, his doubt about eating the two of them gone. He had now gotten quite close to them, and crouched down at the edge of the puddle, deciding on which one of the to take first. He quickly decided upon Logan, for the older mutant could be far more trouble for him than Scott… and besides, when Logan was out of the way he could play a little game with the remaining tiny mutant. “W… what are you talking about Kurt?” asked Scott, peering at him from behind Logan, Kurt leaned in close suddenly and looked closely at Scott.
“Hey… I’d never have guessed you had green eyes Scott” he said, apparently ignoring the previous question “I’d have guessed something more unusual, like purple, or orange, or at least red.” Then, before either mutant could get their guard up, his tail flicked forward and wrapped around them both, squashing them together and pinning their arms to their sides. Then as before, he scuttled off to the other side of the lab, well away from the puddle and sat down happily. He ignored the shouts of the tiny mutants and plucked Logan from the grasp of his tail but leaving Scott there, held firmly. Then he turned full attention to the little mutant he had held in his fist.

“Elf, put us down right now,” snapped Wolverine, looking furious now.
“Okay, I vill put you down… down meine kehle!” Logan apparently did not understand the last part, but from the way Kurt felt him shudder, he was sure this victim knew it was bad.
“Speak English dammit,” snarled Wolverine, blinking in surprise as Kurt laughed loudly.
“You really vant to know vhat I said?” Kurt did not wait for an answer, but crammed the little mutant into his mouth, then spoke carefully “I said ‘I vill put you down… Down my throat!” And with no further fuss, he gulped, but found that Logan, being a little broader shouldered than Gambit, and also being head first, was not quite so easy to swallow. Growling a little in irritation he flicked his head back and using his tongue, forced half of Logan into his throat, then swallowed. That worked, and his growl turned to a purr as he ran a hand over the struggling lump as it passed down through his furry neck.

Remy was by now very surprised to still be alive, and was laying down, leaning on one elbow, starting to wonder if he was going to be killed at all… or if whatever had shrunk him and taken his powers away had made him invulnerable to being digested. He would have had time for that round of solitaire after all, he was starting to miss those four cards. He was still idly fiddling with the remaining cards with one hand, needing something to occupy him other than the heat and that resonating heartbeat. He was about to stand up and shout something to his tormentor when he heard a vaguely familiar voice that was certainly not coming from outside… Was he to have company then? The Cajun raised an eyebrow at some of the language that the familiar voice was using… that really could only be one man… Remy sat up as Wolverine fell headfirst into the stomach, and then looked doubtfully at the newcomer, so Kurt was turning on his team mates… that was never a good sign. He allowed the other mutant a moment of two to get his breath back before speaking, “Bonjour,” he said, in his very most casual tone. Wolverine seemed to jump in surprise and then looked up at him, his eyes wide with surprise and confusion. “Looks like your furry friend has developed a taste for food that fights on the way down,” said the Cajun, his voice still casual.

Logan stared at the Cajun blankly, unsure if he had finally gone out of his mind… or if Gambit really was there, alive and apparently calm. “Am I missin’ somethin’…” he began but stopped when he saw the Cajun raise a hand to silence him.
“To get this straight now, yes I am real, no you have not gone mad, and yes le petit démon has eaten you.” Logan jumped to his feet,
“and ye’re just sittin’ there?! We have to get out! If I die in here I won’ get to kill Kurt for this!” and with a roar he attacked the nearest wall. It did not occur to him to ask how long the Cajun had been here, or how he was alive, the only thing going through his mind at that moment was how badly he wanted to tear Kurt limb from limb.

On the other side of the stomach, Remy raised an eyebrow at this display, and shaking his head, he went back to fiddling with his cards. He idly wondered how long it would take for Wolverine to run himself all out of energy, or figure out that Kurt actually liked it when his prey fought back. Oh well, some things have to be learned the hard way. He would probably have done the same thing for a while when he arrived had he not been so exhausted and in pain from his head and middle… yes he was going to have some very impressive bruising from those fangs. He sighed and rubbed at the painful area of his gut, and feeling very very glad that Kurt’s fangs were not even a tiny bit sharper.

Kurt rubbed at his stomach as he felt Logan’s attempts to harm him, still purring loudly as he enjoyed the erratic movements. For a minute or two after he had swallowed him, Kurt had been worried that Wolverine would do the same as Gambit had and just go still, but then for some reason the fighting had begun. Yet Kurt could still feel his Cajun meal in there, unmoving at the moment but certainly alive… he was starting to wonder if there was something strange about Gambit he didn’t know before… but no… powers stopped working after exposure to that liquid, so it couldn’t be that… hmm, maybe it was the liquid itself! The same stuff that had shrunk them made them indigestible… or at least invulnerable to acid. But that was great news! For that meant Kurt could play with them for as long as he liked! And since he knew how to teleport without his stomach contents… that meant that there was no limit to the amount of times he could do this. He suddenly became aware of strange vibrations running down his tail, and turning, he saw that Scott was sobbing. With a smile, he gently dropped the fragile little mutant into his hand, crooning softly, “shhh, it’s okay, vhat’s the matter?”
“You… you ate Logan… and you enjoyed it,” managed Scott between sobs. “and now you’re gonna eat me, you’re sick Kurt,” Kurt sensed anger and hatred in his voice and it hurt him, he had always been close to Scott, valued him as a friend, he almost couldn’t believe he was doing this to him. But then he remembered the fantastic feeling of Logan and Gambit sliding down his throat, struggling all the way, and suddenly he didn’t feel so bad for Scott. He cradled the tiny mutant gently in his palm, shushing him softly. “It’s okay, I von’t hurt you, I’ll be gentle,” he said, and smiled as Scott kicked out at him.
“Kurt… it’ll kill me and you know it! You just murdered Logan!”
“Oh no, you’ve got it all wrong Scott!” exclaimed Kurt as though he was offended by the comment “Logan is still very much alive!” Scott looked up at him disbelievingly. Kurt smiled, “don’t believe me? … feel for yourself.” And he gently pressed Scott to his stomach, right over the spot where Logan was continuing to thrash the wall. He saw a look of mixed horror and amazement pass over Scott’s face, then grinned at him, “see, very much alive.”

Scott shivered, he could feel the blows to the other side of the warm furry flesh he was pressed to, and they horrified him. If Kurt wasn’t going to kill Logan what was he going to do? Keep him there? That was a fate worse than death to a wandering mutant like Logan and they both knew it. He looked fearfully at the teleporter whom he had always been so fond of, “you’re gonna do that to me too aren’t you,” he said, knowing the answer already. Kurt nodded,
“Ja.” Scott sighed bitterly and allowed himself to go limp.
“Okay… then just go ahead and get it over with,” he shrugged.
“Hey… none of that!” Kurt picked him up by the back of his sweater and prodded him roughly in the chest. “Gambit took the dignified approach too… later than you it’s true, but he was still no fun for me from then on.”
“G…Gambit? Him too?” gasped Scott, in his fear he had forgotten that Logan had mentioned the Cajun’s name regarding who he could smell in the lab.
“Ja, he was the first, I found him here stealing, and I taught him a lesson for it,” Kurt patted his stomach hard, “he von’t be stealing anything any more.” Scott shuddered at these words.
“Is he… dead?”
“of course not, he’s keeping Logan company, but at the moment he’s refusing to move it seems.”
“Is there… anyone else?”
“Not yet, but there’s about to be,” Kurt licked his lips and Scott shivered, hugging himself. Kurt prodded him again, “just make sure you squirm… vouldn’t vant you to be the first one I chewed…” he brought Scott particularly close to his mouth to emphasise his point, and upon seeing those fangs, Scott freaked out, struggling like mad as he shouted angrily.
“Kurt no! I’m your friend! What are you thinking!”

“That’s more like it Scott!” exclaimed Kurt and moved to put the little mutant into his mouth, but was surprised when he was stopped. He paused and then chuckled, Scott had spread his arms and braced against his fangs, what a resourceful guy Cyclops was! He gently put his tongue out and started licking the tiny hands and arms, chuckling a little louder when he heard Scott giggling unwillingly at the ticklish process. This didn’t have to go on very long before Scott’s hands became too slimy to hold him in place any more and Kurt was ready when his little friend lost all grip and his hands slid down the smooth canines. As soon as he felt this, and heard Scott’s cry of dismay, he increased the pushing pressure against his victim’s feet and as soon as the little mutant’s hands lost contact with his teeth, he was shoved neatly into the teleporter’s mouth. Kurt grinned and closed his teeth after Scott, allowing the tiny mutant a last view of the world through the small gaps, then he closed his lips too. Now he sat back, one hand resting on his gut as Logan continued to fight… he was starting to wonder how much energy the instructor had! He rolled Scott about in his mouth, tasting him all over and covering him well in saliva. The tiny mutant was certainly doing as he had been told about squirming! He seemed to be fighting tooth and nail to get out, and it almost made Kurt sad to tip his head back and gulp, making sure that Scott went down feet first this time, since he had discovered that was a lot easier.

This time he did not wait around for someone else to show up, he quickly left the lab, turning off the light and silently making for his room, locking the door behind him and leaning against it, hand on stomach, a pleasured look on his face. But it was very very late and he needed to sleep, exhausted after all the excitement and his fight with Gambit on top of an interrupted night’s sleep… thank goodness it was Friday! He flumped roughly down on his bed and curled up, hugging his stomach and purring as he felt the angry movements his rough landing had caused… he couldn’t wait until tomorrow! It was with these happy thoughts that the teleporter dozed off to sleep, his tail continuing to twitch happily for some hours afterwards.

It was about twenty minutes after Kurt dozed off that Logan finally ran out of energy and fell down, panting desperately. “And now you see why I did not take that approach,” came a calm voice from not far away. Logan growled angrily, “Shut up, someone had to try it.” He heard the Cajun chuckle and rolled over onto all fours, crawling towards his two companions and flopping down, still breathing heavily. “It’s okay, I don’t think he could digest us now if he wanted to,” said Gambit softly, looking over at Logan, his red and black eyes glowing softly in the darkness, there was no disapproval or even dislike in them. Wolverine sighed and relaxed a little, then remembering something he reached into his pocket and took out he four cards he had found on the lab floor that had shrunk with him. They were soaked and a little bent, but he held them out towards the Cajun, “You left these in the med lab,” he growled. Gambit reached out and took the four cards as if they were precious jewels and looked at them, before looking back to Wolverine and speaking softly “merci.”

Scott lay, curled up close to the Cajun’s side, not caring that he was one of the ‘baddies’ as such, just finding comfort in his calm aura. When he had first fallen in, he had been hysterical, and Logan had not been much help. It was the Cajun who had calmed him, speaking softly to him in French, allowing Scott to sob into his shoulder, honestly, if he hadn’t been there, Scott had no idea what would have happened to his mind in the time that Logan spent going wild. Now he knew they weren’t going to die, but he knew it wasn’t over… Kurt had plans for them yet and he knew it, but he dared not say this to the others, just in case he was wrong, which he prayed he was. He shivered and snuggled a little closer to the other mutant despite the heat.

Remy sighed, he had his cards back… it was going to be hard to dry out the four returned ones, the others were safely dry in their tin, but at least he had the whole deck back, and that was one thing that made him feel better. Despite the calm exterior he had though, deep down he had imprisoned his anger, where it blazed furiously, ready to be unleashed upon the teleporter who had done this to him and these other two proud mutants. If he ever got the chance, he would have such a revenge upon their tormentor that he would be begging for mercy in a matter of moments. Remy sighed heavily, smiling a little as he squeezed Scott’s shoulder supportively when the younger mutant moved closer to him, he knew that Cyclops had taken this very hard, apparently because he was the closest to Kurt. Oh well, at least Wolverine had calmed down a bit now, even though Remy could still hear him growling curses softly to himself. The Cajun gave a soft chuckle at Wolverine’s continued defiance and then relaxed into the soft wall he was leaning on, working his shoulders into the pliable flesh, at least this place was comfortable. He sighed a little, and then closed his eyes, knowing he would not sleep well tonight, but he had to at least try to pass the time until he could have his revenge.

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