Windrider

Warning:
This story is for adults only! The story has strong sexual and violent content. It also contains offensive language. If such content makes you feel uncomfortable, or you are not old enough according to the law, the author would suggest that you read no further.

Disclaimer:
All of the characters in this story are the property of Marvel Comics. The author makes no claim of ownership on these characters. It is a parody. Written for entertainment and not profit. If you wish to make money off of Marvel, buy stock. I did.

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Windrider

Chapter 1

The alarm blared. Kitty Pryde sat up like a shot, torn from sleep. What was it this time? Magneto? The Brood? Her eyes darted about the darkened room looking for the obvious danger. Finding none she rose from her bed.

Then she realized it was her digital clock. Hitting the snooze and shutting off the alarm function, Kitty turned her attention to the task at hand. ‘Breakfast’ she reminded herself, ‘up at four in the mourning to…’
Kitty’s thought was cut off by and sharp snore from the opposite side of the room. Illyana rolled over, pulling the covers with her. Kitty sighed, ‘one down. Let’s try not to wake up the rest of the house.’

‘Four in the morning.’ Kitty Pryde thought to herself. ‘Can’t believe I’m up at four in the freakin’ morning.’ She tried to wipe the sleepiness from her hazel eyes, attempting to jostle herself more awake. ‘Last thing I need is to crash into something and spoil the surprise.’

Surprise. The word looses its meaning when you know people who can open gateways to hell or destroy mountains with their eyes. But life still held little surprises, even if it was only breakfast. Kitty didn’t normally cook, but today was special. It was Professor Xavier’s birthday. Keeping a secret from an alpha level telepath was nigh impossible. A surprise party? Never gonna happen. Gifts? What did you get an insanely rich, most powerful mind on the planet, whose girlfriend happened to rule a galaxy? ‘Some how a tie wasn’t gonna cut it. But breakfast…’ Kitty convinced herself ‘…that could happen. As long as you were discreet and only had one conspirator.’

You can’t make breakfast for thirty people with out help. For that purpose she’d chosen Ororo, but it wasn’t her skill as a cook. She happened to be the only other member of the household who could function in the morning without coffee. Kitty knew that if she’d turned on the pot, half of the house would wake up. Problem was Ororo didn’t believe in clocks. The weather goddess rose with the sun.

Looking at the clock she saw time was running low. ‘4:05,’ she thought. ‘The Professor wakes at 5:30.’ Sighing she headed to the door and phased through to the hallway beyond. ‘I need to thank Ororo for helping me. I only asked her at midnight.’ Kitty had intentionally waited until after the Professor turned in before she told her teammate about her little scheme. She wasn’t going to risk having it slip before hand. ‘This will be a surprise so help me God.’

Kitty phased again, climbing the air itself. Normally she wouldn’t do this. You never knew whom you were going to sneak up on when you walked through the floor. (Once she’d almost scared the fur off Kurt.) Today was an exception though. Walking on air was much quieter than stairs, and it was not like anyone was awake to look up the Cubs jersey Kitty wore as a nightshirt when she headed through the ceiling. She knew the layout enough that she wouldn’t violate anyone’s privacy.

Finally she reached “Ororo’s Roost”. The attic of the Xavier mansion was primarily used as a storage area. However, Ororo Munroe used one large room on the level as her living quarters. Storm preferred this spacious attic room to the smaller dorm-rooms occupied by her fellow X-Men. "Ororo's Roost" they called it. Why Storm wanted the attic loft so bad she didn’t know but this morning she was finding it most inconvenient.

She reached out to knock, but caught herself. ‘No noise’ she reminded herself. ‘I don’t like doing this but…’ Kitty took a breath and turned intangible, silently stepping through the door.

The room was bathed in an unearthly pale glow, moonlight poured through the large overhanging skylight. It cast shadows across the jungle of potted plants that dominated the room. The leaves lightly rustled in the slight breeze, which flowed from the open balcony window. The scent was wonderful. The flowering plants permeate the bedroom with exotic fragrances. Kitty never knew a “lived in” domicile could seem so vibrantly alive. ‘Tomorrow I’m telling Illyana to move out. I’m opening a greenhouse.’

Kitty picked her way through the broad leaves that concealed the bed on the far side of the room. Besides the plants and the basic furnishings the room was sparsely ornamented. A tribal shield hung on the wall, not from her native Kenya but a gift from the Fall People of the Savage Land. A single framed portrait of Ororo and Yukio in front of a shrine in Kyoto. Callisto’s Vest, the symbol of her leadership of the Morlocks, hung by a hook on her closet door. ‘Ororo doesn’t have decorations,’ Kitty mused, ‘she decorates her room with memories.’

Brushing the last leaf aside, Kitty found the bed. In it the white-haired goddess slept. “Goddess” was the impression Ororo gave, she slumbered still and quiet with the sheets pulled up to her chin. The pale moonlight gave her dark skin an unearthly shimmer. Kitty approached the bed with reverence. She didn’t want to wake her, Ororo seemed so peaceful, but she had instructed Kitty to do so the night before. Kitty gently shook the mattress by Ororo’s foot.

Her blue eyes opened, “Kitten?” Her voice wasn’t loud but it resonated in the still.

“Right here Ororo,” Kitty spoke in a hushed whisper. “Keep it down.”

“Of course.” Ororo lowered her voice. She sat up. The blanket fell into her lap. Ororo yawned. Kitty’s eyes widened. Ororo had the two most perfect breasts she’d ever seen. They were large, firm and round. Milk chocolate skin, licorice nipples. Kitty found herself starring.

Ororo didn’t seem to notice. She tossed the blankets aside and stood. Storm stretched the fatigue from her back, legs and arms. Kitty was awestruck. Ororo’s naked body glowed in the moonlight. She was as near to perfect as she could imagine. Tall, athletic, exotic, beautiful, “Ororo”. Her name meant “beauty”. In the magical light of the full moonshine she was glorious. Kitty Pryde felt something tighten just below her stomach.

“How much time do we have Kitten?” She whispered. Kitty didn’t even know she spoke until she heard her name. ‘Kitten’, it was the nickname that only Ororo called her. “Kitten?”

Kitty shook the daze from her head. “I’m sorry ‘Ro,” she tried not to blush in embarrassment, “I must be more tired than I thought.”

“Yes, it is early.” Ororo stretched again. Kitty stared again. “What time is it, Kitten?” She called her it again.

“Um…” Kitty tried to collect herself “…it’s about ten after four, I think.” Why couldn’t she concentrate? She had seen naked women before. Why was this different? Being in the room with Ororo was just so intoxicating. ‘I’d be nonchalant about nudity if I had a body like hers.’ Was that it? Was it jealousy?

Ororo walked to the dresser. Kitty watched the muscles of her backside as she passed. Ororo had much to be envied. “I’m sorry for invading your privacy like this ‘Ro.”

Storm turned. Her shock of white hair danced in the breeze. “What do you mean Kitten? I asked you to wake me.”

“Yeah.” Kitty scrambled for the words. Finding none she defaulted to how her parents dealt with difficult situations, ignore it. “What I mean to say is “thank you for volunteering to help with this”.”

“Its no problem. I’m happy you thought of me for this.” Ororo smiled, her teeth shined like purest ivory. Kitty found herself staring again, she turned her gaze lower, accidentally engorging her eyes on ‘Ro’s gorgeous figure.

“Is something wrong, Kitten?”

Kitty snapped back to reality. “No I’m…” She turned red, to embarrassed to speak.

Ororo looked down, following Kitty’s eye-line. After a moment she softly chuckled. “Oh, that! Yes they’re black. The only white hairs I have are on my head.” Ororo’s laugh was music.

Kitty laughed along, trying to hide how nervous she was. That feeling of tightness below her belt intensified. She started to feel warm. ‘Oh God.’ Kitty recognized what was going on. Before she suspected but now she knew for sure. Kitty felt herself begin to become excited, sexually.

With her fingers Ororo combed her silky hair behind one ear. “I’ve never gotten used to this concept of wearing clothes just for the sake of wearing clothes. I do it around the mansion to honor your customs. But when I’m alone, if I’m not cold…” Ororo look at her with her sparkling, sky blue eyes. “I’m sorry to shock you so.”

“Its okay,” Kitty said too fast, too eagerly. She tried to backpedal. “Its cool. Its natural.” She spoke without thinking, the whole time she was trying to figure out what she was trying to accomplish.

“Good.” Ororo smiled, glad to see her friend relieved. “Kitten, before we start cooking do you think I have time for a quick shower? I’m not really awake until I get one.”

“Shower? Sounds good.” Again she spoke without thinking. ‘Get a hold of yourself Pryde. Ororo could have any man she wanted. I doubt she’s into…’ What was she considering? Besides, a shower was not a bad idea. She could take care of her “little problem”… alone.

“I’m sorry ‘Ro. As much as I’d like to, I think someone would hear the water running.” Every time Kitty opened her mouth, she just seemed to dig her hole deeper. Luckily, Ororo didn’t seem to be catching on.

“But we have the time, yes?”

Kitty nodded in response to Storm’s question.

“Than I’ll shower outside… naturally.” Ororo smiled, remembering the word Kitty had used. She stepped toward the open balcony and extended her hand, “Would you care to join me?”

Kitty’s heart stopped. Her mouth went dry. Her jaw hung open.

“Before,” Ororo started, “you said a shower sounded good.” She looked at her with nothing but honesty in her eyes.

Kitty didn’t think. She reached out and took Ororo’s hand in hers, staring at the beautiful blue eyes framed by her perfect brown skin.

Ororo chuckled. “Do you always shower with your clothes on?”

Kitty realized what was going on. Every synapse of her logical mind told her to “Stop this. Go downstairs. Start breakfast. Follow the plan.’ But a greater impulse had taken hold of Kitty Pryde. A primal portion of her animal brain urged her to take the risk. Damn the consequences. Kitty didn’t think as she stepped back and began to unbutton the baseball shirt.

She almost changed her mind, once. She looked over her shoulder at Ororo and gave her an expression that easily read, “Are you serious?” Ororo stood there, the naked goddess, the serenest of smiles on her face. Kitty let the Cubs jersey fall to the ground. Her socks and panties followed.

TO BE CONTINUED…