Cabin Three - A Fur Coat
The cabin door banged open, letting in a swirl of snow and two snow-dusted figures. The shorter of the pair shook his head to knock the snow off his hair while the other closed the cabin door.
"It's a good thing we found this place, huh Kurt?" Scott Summers asked as he looked around the cabin. The sight of a discarded blanket in one corner made him shudder for some reason.
Kurt looked around, the pivoted on his heel to face Scott. "We're in trouble, mein freund," he said sorrowfully.
"What? Why?"
Kurt ran a hand through his hair and adopted a sexy male-model pose. "This is a secluded cabin, ja?"
"Yes."
"And we are stuck here together, ja? Alone?"
"Yeeeees…"
"And I, being the Fuzzy One, have incredible Sexin' Powers, ja?"
"Uh…"
Kurt teleported across the room to the blanket and wrapped it around himself. He wriggled out of his clothes and so stood there in ONLY the blanket, one shoulder bared. He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Scott," he crooned.
Scott felt his feet move forward, compelled by the power of the Fuzzy One. "No! Kurt, we're FRIENDS!"
"Ja, I know." Kurt shrugged. "I don't understand it either, but my Sexin' Powers cannot be denied." Kurt sighed. "It's a real pain sometimes… They seem to attract lots of Mary Sues."
Scott was no longer listening, having been drawn into the fuzzy elf's Sexin' Sphere of Influence. "Well… " Scott said reluctantly. "It IS cold… Say Kurt, what can you do with that tail?"
"Vell… THIS."
"Oh mamma…"
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