Carne Vale

CARNE VALE CHAPTER TWENTY (NC-17)
Disclaimers Apply


A/N Goddess Foxfeather, Queen of Mad Plotbunnies, be on the lookout for kilt-wearing messengers bearing gifts. CUTE kilt-wearing messengers...InterNutter (whose site I light candles of healing for...lol), TC and Maxwell Pink make me shiny with happy for archiving. :) Readers/Reviewers: First of all, *happy naked pagan dance * for reviewing and reading and being so nice. Second, The Killer Kitties are very quiet...I'd be worried.

_Well, it couldn't hurt to try... _ With her eyes clenched tightly shut, Kitty raised up on her toes, clicked her heels together three times and said softly, "There's no place like home, there's no place like home, there's no place like home..."1 When she opened her eyes, the bright pink sex toy was still staring at her, one eyed and accusing. "Damn it," she sighed. "Didn't work..."
Jubilee propped her chin on Kitty's shoulder. "That's too much machine for you, girly. You need something with training wheels...come on."
Kitty felt her face flame red as Jubilee dragged her away from the relative safety of the front of the store, where the sex toys were interspersed with novelty shirts and posters and the occasional smoking device ostensibly used for tobacco, but who were they kidding?, to the back of the store where the rest of the Institute females along with Wanda and Tabby but minus Rahne now milled, occasionally giggling but strangely serious in their perusal. "Okay, Jubes. Ha ha, joke's over...let's go to the bookstore and go home..."
Jean, overhearing Kitty's protest, looked up from her consideration of condoms to smirk at her friends. "Kitty, they won't bite..."
"This one may," Amara called from the other side of the rack of toys, her hand appearing over the rows to wave a rather painful looking black thing with pointy bits that made Kitty cringe. "I think it has a setting for masticate."
Kitty went from red to ghost-white in no time flat. "This is so wrong!" She broke Jubilee's hold on her arm and tried to find something to look at in the store that did not involve publicly unacceptable body parts either in effigy or description, settling on looking at a brightly lit display of lotions and oils. _This isn't so bad...I need lotion anyway since I'm out... _ Ignoring a snicker that she was certain came from Tabby, Kitty got the salesgirl's attention and said, "How much is the lotion?"
"Depends," she said, sounding bored. "Which brand, what size and do you want it in the set or individual?"
Kitty frowned. "If I wanted the set, why would I ask for just the lotion?"
Jean and Rogue drifted to join Kitty at the counter. The salesgirl fiddled with her nose ring2 and did not even look at her customers as she pointed one purple-lacquered nail at the products. "This one gets hot when you blow on it, this one makes stuff numb, and this one tastes like chocolate. _These _ come three to a set and are flavored like..."
Kitty cut her off. "Why would I want something to go numb? And why would I want my lotion flavored? I can understand scented, but flavored?" She shook her head mutely.
The salesgirl finally snapped to attention. "Is she for real?" she asked Jean incredulously.
"Oh, yeah. The last innocent person in the tristate area," Rogue answered instead. "Not a virgin but may as well be."
"Rogue!" Kitty cried, covering her face with her hands. "I'm going to Hell for this!"
"It'll be with a smile on your face, sweetie," Tabby laughed, joining them. "We're on a mission of mercy," she explained to the salesgirl-Chloe, according to her nametag. "Her boyfriend is painfully Catholic and gave up sex for Lent."
Chloe stared. "Wow. Thank God I'm Jewish."
"You too?" Kitty asked, sounding tired. "Mazel tov." She leaned forward and let her head hit the glass-topped counter. "Why are you telling everyone my business, Tabby?"
Chloe made a tutting noise. "Now, honey, she's just trying to help you out...I dated a Greek Orthodox once and man, Lent was Hell!" She hopped over the counter with the ease of much practice and waved the girls ahead of her. "Good thing you came in so early...another hour or two and we'd be swamped."
"Bayville's one sex shop gets swamped?" Wanda asked with a note of curiosity. "Tourists or the massive elderly population?"
"Mostly people from the City with their illicit lovers," Chloe said matter-of-factly. "We do quite a lot of business with John and Mary Smith, if you catch my meaning..."
Kitty frowned. "No, not really..."
Jean's sigh was tinged with a giggle. "She means they use fake names so no one catches on, Kit." She slung one arm around the girl in an uncharacteristic show of camaraderie and said, "She's the only one of us aside from our underage friend who doesn't already own something like these." Her vague gesture took in the entire store.
Jubilee came from around a corner bearing an armload of items. "Okay, I suggest these to start..." She sat down on the floor between racks of items, spilling her armload of goods onto the carpet. Chloe murmured something, eyeing the selections critically, and sped off down and aisle. Amara went in the opposite direction, leaving the rest to mill about or sit with Jubilee. Kitty found herself pulled down to sit next to Jubilee, Jean taking up space on her right and Rogue sitting across from her, rifling through the pile between them. Jubilee held up one item no bigger than Kitty's finger and said, "You can keep this in your purse if you wanted. No one would be able to tell."
"Why the Hell would I want to do that? It's not like I'm going to whip it out at school and go at it!" she said with some horror, but taking the garishly green device from Jubilee just the same. "Who's bright idea was it to invent these things?"
"Cleopatra had one made from beads that she used on a regular basis," Jean said as if speaking to a class. "What? It's true!"3
Kitty handed it back to Jubilee and found herself holding a handful of lotion samples. "What are these for?"
Chloe plopped down on the floor next to Rogue, a small basket of items in her lap. "Those are for you to try out. It's sample sizes of everything up there...you're not allergic to anything, are you?"
"Dead animals," Amara supplied, dropping a pair of pink, fuzzy handcuffs into Kitty's lap.
Chloe grinned. "No animal bits anywhere in there... Now this is what I usually recommend for first timers..."
Kitty found herself immersed in an unwanted but horrifyingly interesting lesson on sex toys and their proper use and care. Before long, she found herself laden with a bright blue plastic bag that she insisted hiding in a bag from the local grocery before they returned to the mansion. Amara, Jean, Rogue and Tabby had one bag each and Wanda merely looked amused in a threatening way. "We dropping you off, Tabby?" Jean asked as she sped down Bayville's main road.
Tabby's face went from cheerful to frightened in a blink before settling on blank. "Um, I guess..."
Kitty frowned. " I don't think Pietro will be bothering you at this new place."
"We thought that about the last place," the blonde said darkly.
Wanda, inwardly wondering how she ended up in a car full of the people she held in just high enough esteem to relegate them to the human category, glanced over at the girl carrying her future relative. "I'll stay with you."
There was an immediate, startled silence before Tabby said, "Huh?"
Wanda shrugged. "I just blew into town from Ontario and I need somewhere to crash. You need to make sure my darling brother won't fuck with you and Mystique stays at bay, right?"
"Well, yeah..."
"Even if they get in, they can't hurt you if I'm there, right?" Wanda said as if speaking to a very simple child or exceptionally smart howler monkey.
Rogue frowned, remembering what Wanda had done earlier. "You sure that's the only reason why?"
"You snooze, you loose," the Russian girl said prosaly. ly. "Maybe on the next pass," she added, smiling in a sultry manner that was not missed by anyone.
Tabby shifted in her seat as Jean swung into the apartment complex parking lot, pausing at the gate to press the pass code into the pad. The older girl said "As much as I hate to say it, Wanda's right. She hates Pietro and wouldn't let him near her and she's probably got the best chance of stopping anyone who gets in...well, any mutant who gets in..."
Kitty tried to sound encouraging. "You have my number...you can call me if you feel uncomfortable."
Wanda snorted. "I am not going to hurt her, Kitty. She's carrying my future niece or nephew and why would I ruin a chance to turn one more person against Pietro and hatheather by acting like a bitch?"
Tabby laughed. "When you put it that way..." She gathered her bags. "Come on, Aunt Wanda. Let's get inside before I pee my pants."
"Charming," Wanda said, sliding out behind her. She turned and winked at Rogue. "Moving on to the next..."

"She didn't!" Scott gasped.
"Oh, yes she did!" Jean said a moment before she sipped her tea. "Plain as day. She's coming onto Tabby like a dog in heat right about now, I'd say..."
"You know, I should be turned on but strangely..." He paused, wrinkling his brow. "No, no...Still turned on."
"Pig," Jean growled, sending his chair skidding back several feet with barely a flicker of her eyelid.
"Hey, don't blame me, blame my penis..."
"Do I even want to know what the first part of this conversation was?" Kurt asked somewhat fearfully from the doorway leading to the mudroom.
"Probably not," Jean said with a smirk, Scott's snicker becoming infectious. "You seen Kitty since we came back?"
"She saw me in the hall upstairs, made a noise like a mouse in a trap, then phased through a wall into Remy's room. She screamed, dashed across the hall into Rogue's room, and that's the last I've seen of her since before dinner." Kurt sighed and settled into the chair next to Scott. "Why?"
"Just wondering if she was still red from that shopping trip," Jean giggled.
"Oh, no." Kurt sank low in his seat and let his tail thump loudly in rhythmic distress against the leg of the chair. "She didn't get one of those...things...did she?"
Scott snorted so hard that he sprayed iced tea through his nose. All that could be made out of his sputtering was "Kitty...vibrator...no way!"
Jean sent him skidding backwards again with a sympathetic look towards Kurt. "Look, it's not a big deal! It's not different than masturbating without one. Just with batteries this way!"
Kurt groaned. "Don't talk to me about that sort of thing! As far as I am concerned, unless I am actually with her, Kitty does not do that. Girls do not have bodily functions nor do they...you know. Alone..."
Scott regained a modicum of composure. "Come on, Kurt! I know for a fact you do it-remember last year? That incident with the bathroom in the gym?"
"Klappe!" Kurt bared his teeth, embarrassed to the point of anger. "We will _never _ speak of that again!"
Jean's brows crept up moderately "I am so going to block that image out forever..." A delicate shudder preceded her statement of "It's really not a big deal, you two. I mean, I have things that I use to get off and I don't recall you making a brouhaha over it, Scott!"
Scott's jaw hit his chest. "I thought you were kidding!"
Jean rolled her eyes. "I am comfortable with my sexuality and am open to exploring ways in which I can achieve sexual satisfaction." Turning to Kurt, she added, "So is Kitty. So get over it. If guys can jerk off girls can use sex toys!" She rose haughtily and, after putting her cup in the sink, walked regally from the room.
"Scott?"
"Yeah, man?"
"I can't feel my legs..."
"Huh?"
"Or my arms...I think I'm out of blood to spare..." Kurt felt woozy. All he could picture was Kitty using one of those..._things _... and instead of repulsing him, it made him nearly ravenous in his sexual appetite.
"Um..." Scott blinked and looked off in the direction Jean had gone in. "I think I need to go have a long talk with my girlfriend."
Shortly thereafter, Kurt found himself wandering towards his room, still in a lust-induced haze with images of Kitty, by herself and writhing in pleasure, dancing before his eyes. It came as a bone-jarring shock when her voice, rather than rattled with need and ecstasy, sounded lilting and rather embarrassed. "Kurt?"
"Ja?" he breathed, trying to figure out how the Kitty in his head could be thrashing around yet sound so calm.
"Sweetie?" Kitty was growing concerned. She had said his name three times and Kurt was still staring at the bathroom door. She snapped her fingers in front of his face and Kurt blinked. "Are you okay?"
Kurt's vision cleared and he felt appallingly embarrassed. "Oh...Sorry. Thinking about all the things we have due for school on Monday." _Liar! You'll have to go to Confession again tomorrow for that! _
Kitty frowned. "I was just wondering if you wanted to go out tomorrow after church...you know, an actual date?"
"Oh...ja. That'd be great!" He plastered a smile on his face, trying not to transmute the slightly-sleepy girl in front of him into a vision of the sweaty, tousled girl in his imagination.
"Good!" She smiled brightly. "You look tired...you heading to bed?"
"Mmmhmmm...Now I am, at least," he added out loud, cringing because he meant to keep that part quiet.
She laughed lightly. "Me, too." She yawned, ringring her mouth with a delicate touch. "Today just wore me out."
"Jean said you went shopping..." _Damn. Shouldn't have said that. _
Kitty's face turned three shades of pink. "Um. Yeah..." In a rush, she said, "I didn't want to get anything but it was like those after school specials where the kid doesn't want to drink but his friends are like "Oh, you loser!" or "Everyone's doing it!" except in this case everyone is doing it and..." She gasped for breath. "If it helps, it's blue!" she cried and dashed to her room, not even bothering to open the door.
"No, actually," he sighed to thin air, "it doesn't!"

1 "Wizard of Oz" reference. Ruby slippers and all that. An aside, if you haven't read "Wicked," go do so immediately! I'll wait...*whistles *
2 Is it just me or has anyone else noticed that the people who work at out of the ordinary stores are pierced and inked? Even at the metaphysical shops...though, as a pierced pagan, that shouldn't surprise me...lo3 Wa3 Way too much free time...Read it in Panatti's Origins of Everything and Everybody. There's a series of Panatti's books. Go read 'em and be a font of trivia like yours truly. ;)