Raised By Wolves

Laura watched as Kitty exercised, saying she needed to finish her set before they hung out. Laura didn’t think Kitty needed to. Her body might’ve been petite, but it was already toned and firm everywhere it could be. Still, her pretty face was pink as she labored, stretching her skimpy exercise clothing in all sorts of directions while it obligingly clung to her svelte curves, from the hill of her mound to the points of her nipples. When Kitty counted off a fiftieth pull-up, she dropped down from the bar, sighed, and flopped down onto her ass.

“I need a mutant healing factor,” she panted. “Exercise is for chumps.”

Laura didn’t think so. Exercise was the next thing to training. Training had made her unstoppable. 

“Pass me the towel,” Kitty said, and Laura threw it to her. Lying down on her back, Kitty daubed her sweaty face dry. “Good way to meet guys, though. If you’re into muscles, you can either go to the gym or wait for a big superhero thing. Last time Apocalypse attacked, I gave out my phone number three times. One of them was to Daredevil.”

Laura nodded, trying to look like she knew what exactly Kitty was talking about.

“What about you?” Kitty asked, pulling the neck of her exercise outfit open to mop at the sweat underneath it. “Ever exercise?”

“Sometimes. To burn off energy.”

“That work?”

Laura shrugged. “Less than cutting up things. But they say they’ll cut off my internet access if I use my claws on anything else.”

Kitty nodded, mock sagely. “Yeah, they keep telling me not to walk through walls on my off-hours. Too hard on the wiring. Some mutant sanctuary this place is.” She gave Laura a knowing smile. “So. Burning off energy. That the only tension you need to relieve?”

“What do you mean?” Laura asked suspiciously.

“I saw the way your eyes lit up when I mentioned boys. You’re horny, aren’t you?”

Laura blushed, making her feel ridiculous as she maintained her stoic expression. But there was no way for her to keep her cheeks from blazing. “How’d you know that?”

“Who isn’t?” Kitty laughed. “Have you seen this place? I’ve been to other schools. None of the teachers have six-packs. Here? Even Hank has washboard abs under all that fur. And the students… I guess mutants just don’t get acme. Thank God for evolution there. Almost makes the Sentinels worth it.”

“’m not allowed to date,” Laura sighed. “Too dangerous. Not old enough.” She waved her hand. “Knives in my hand that pop out when I’m agitated.”

“Like that ever stops Logan,” Kitty spat. “Not that Logan even has to start. He always has women after him, wanting his DNA or saying he has a kid… he’s not even six feet tall. What would the incels say?”

“He has a prominent chin,” Laura said. She’d understood that reference and she was eager to put her understanding to use.

“Yeah, it’s the sideburns. So if you can’t date, what do you do?”

“I don’t date,” Laura explained. “I just said so.”

“I know, so do you… rev your own engine?”

Laura stared at her, not understanding. “What’s that?”

“You know, touching yourself. Playing with your pussy?”

Laura looked down at her crotch. “You mean like when Bobby plays the National Anthem with his—“

“No, no, not that kind of playing!” Kitty insisted. She bounced to her feet. “Okay, I’ll show you what I mean. You’ll like it. It’s a good release and nothing gets cut into pieces.”

Laura grunted, unimpressed.  

“Oh ye of little faith,” Kitty chuckled, slipping her spandex off of her body. She wasn’t wearing anything under it. 

Laura wasn’t shy, but this was the first time she had seen the other girl naked. And despite being familiar with nudity, all the usual ingredients Kitty showed herself to possess, Laura couldn’t help but stare. Kitty’s body was perfectly proportioned, supple yet compact, her bush a cute little triangle of glossy brown curls, her breasts round and firm as apples, capped with small pink nipples. They bounced enticingly as Kitty climbed onto the bed, stretching out on her back and opening her legs. 

“Come here,” Kitty said. “Sit down so you can see better.”

She didn’t show any shyness or embarrassment. Something about mentoring Laura seemed to bring out Kitty’s confidence. However good she was in battle, Laura was quiet and awkward in the social situations that were second nature to Kitty. She blushed up to her ears as she sat down on the foot of Kitty’s bed, so close to Kitty’s moist slit that she could’ve smelled her scent even without her enhanced senses. She wondered if her own cunt looked so cute and enthralling. She’d never looked at it that way—but perhaps this was how the men who paid for sex saw her.

Kitty started, opening up her labia with her hands to exposed a little fleshy bud at the top of her slit. “Okay, see this little guy?” she asked.

“What’s that?” Laura wondered.

“Oy vey,” Kitty sighed, “you haven’t even read any Harlequin novels, have you? Okay, this is my clit. You have one too. It’s the, uh, it’s just the best place to touch yourself. You can really go off. Just watch; I’ll show you.”

Laura watched intently, despite her spiking excitement. She was feeling a great deal of excess energy. She was eager for Kitty to show her how to get rid of it.

“You’re lucky,” Kitty said. Putting a fingertip on her clit, she rubbed around in brisk circles, cooing slightly as the pleasure mounted. She continued to speak, her voice roughening with enjoyment. “A good adrenaline rush always gets my juices flowing. If you weren’t here, I’d be in the bathroom right now, fucking the showerhead.”

“You think the showerhead is sexy?” Laura asked.

Laura saw that clear, viscous juice was running out of Kitty’s slit, trickling all the way down to her tiny puckered asshole in a continuous river. It seemed to rush out faster as Kitty grew more excited, gurgling with pleasure instead of talking now. Laura could see the lips of her pussy swelling, darkening in color, and Kitty worked her finger faster over her throbbing clit. Laura wanted to try it too—her cunt was hotter and wetter than she was used to, but she liked it. It felt good. Still, she held back, not sure she yet understood what Kitty was doing. Or at least, wanting to keep watching.