The kid seemed to become as stiff as a rock in his grip. His body, right down to his fingers, was still and unmoving. Distantly, a crow cawed; its voice echoing over the silent streets. Obviously, the kid's brain was having some serious trouble processing this radical information, so Kurt decided to help him understand by putting the information into easy-to-understand layman's terms. "Yeah, that's right..." he said quietly, bringing the kid closer yet. "I'm gonna eat you."
To Kurt's vast surprise, the kid started giggling. But what was weird about it was that it wasn't a normal giggle; this was very high-pitched, sounded like water bubbling, and had a tone of insanity to it. Perhaps the kid's brain had overloaded?
Still giggling, the kid stammered out, "F-Funny! You're f-funny! Eat me? Yeah r-right!"
Kurt then grinned widely, and whispered, "I'm not joking."
These soft-spoken words seemed to snap the kid back into his right senses and alerted him to his now-dangerous reality, and he stopped giggling to begin to babble incoherently. But when Kurt smiled at him again and licked his lips, he regained his voice and started to scream, "Come on, man! You know I didn't mean what I said before! I was just playing! Please, for God's sake, put me back to normal! Look, my bank's just around the corner and I've got over a thousand bucks! Life's savings! You can have it! All of it! No strings!"
Kurt knew perfectly well that the kid was making things up as he went along. The survival instinct was strong, and the kid was answering it as best he could, spouting out anything that popped into mind. He would say he had the directions to The Fountain of Youth if he thought it would keep him on the outside of the mutant's furry chest.
Then the kid, seeing as how Kurt's face hadn't changed from its smug grin, said shrilly, "You can't do that! It's murder!"
Kurt then grinned, asking, "Isn't that what you wanted to do to me just two minutes ago?" He then squeezed the kid, who had started screaming. Kurt knew he shouldn't be feeling so happy about this, and that he should at least be feeling guilty, but instead, he felt a strange fire inside him and warmth from the flames felt good. It warmed a part of him that had grown so cold.
Finally, the human was realizing the fear of destruction every mutant felt every day of their lives! Kurt had no more sympathy for the tiny creature in his hand. In fact, it wasn't even worthy of being called a creature.
It was now something much simpler: Food.
Once again, that tiny nagging voice rose in Kurt's mind, telling him that this was wrong, but with a deadly finality, he shoved it aside. Now was the time for revenge, not petty consciences!
He then considered the human. Three inches… He could handle that! He'd shown off with Bobby on hamburgers and sandwiches before. Admittedly, he was a tad worried about the bones, but figured that if his system could handle Kitty's cooking, it could take anything! And besides, he guessed the bones were now really fragile and brittle. And his system being as strong as it was, could probably digest them and use the calcium.
He could feel the kid's bones in his grip; could feel how one squeeze could easily break a rib, or two, or three. The bones in the kid's legs, the thickest in his body, felt hardly stronger than a toothpick! He bet that with only his tail, he could crack the body in half, like he did with pencils when he was bored in school. He wondered what kind of sound that would make.
The kid squirmed again and Kurt realized that unlike the dead meat, this was alive. It wasn't grilled or baked or fried. It was alive and it would fight. Could he handle that? He'd never eaten something that fought back before. (Well, he'd had a bad egg-roll once, but that was different.)
He then decided to take things as they came and quickly shoved the kid's chest into his mouth, biting down on his waist, not enough to hurt him, but enough to keep him from moving. Man, talk about weird! The kid was kicking and screaming and Kurt could feel every motion through his lips and teeth. It reminded him of the time he had snitched Kitty's cell phone and had playfully bit down on it to tease her, hanging on the chandelier out of her reach. But then it had gone off. The phone had been on vibrate and he had had the weirdest and most unpleasant buzzing sensation in his jaw for a few days after that.
However, the feeling he was getting from the kid wasn't painful. If anything, it felt funny! He realized that he could still hear the kid's shouting but for obvious reasons, it sounded muffled. He had to try hard not to laugh, though he did smile broadly.
Then he noticed with surprise that the kid was warm. He could feel the warmth of the kid's blood in his mouth. He could even feel the way it moved in the veins! Just think; one clip of his teeth, a simple gesture, and the blood would stop flowing through the little body and start dripping down his throat. He shivered pleasantly at the thought, and his eyes closed dreamily. He bet the blood would feel hot and thick as it entered his body as it exited the kid's. He suddenly felt a strong urge to snap the kid up and start chewing, but then the kid wriggled a little, delighting his senses, and he decided that would be for next time.
He then went the next step and delicately licked the kid's face. This caused a drastic increase in the kicking, but Kurt ignored it, analyzing the taste. The first thing he recognized was salt. The next was the taste of raw meat.
He had once crept around the kitchen as Storm was cooking and had taken a bit of raw chicken. He had popped it in his mouth despite Storm's warning and he had instantly disliked the fatty, slimy, rubbery taste.
This was different. This time it wasn't slimy or fatty or rubbery. It was… appetizing.
Kurt reached up, feeling the kid's kicking legs and gently pinched them, keeping them still. Naturally, the kid started to scream and shout again, but Kurt didn't listen. Right now, he had another test. He then eased up on his bite and pushed the kid in until he had the knees between his front teeth. The kid was only three inches tall, but he was moving around a lot! Kurt found the sensation very bizarre, but at the same time, he had to admit that it felt nice! He then pushed the rest of the kid into his mouth, shutting his lips so he couldn't escape.
The kid was forced to curl up and it was a big mouthful, but he'd had bigger. He could handle this easy! He then teased his prey, moving him around with his tongue and received a sharp kick to the roof of his mouth.
Kurt jerked in surprise. He hadn't expected that! It hadn't hurt, but it was weird to have your food fight back. Kurt fixed the problem by pressing upwards with his tongue, limiting his meal's movements. The kid, now being covered in his saliva, was really slippery and kept squirming around. That felt so strange, to have something alive in your mouth and moving around. Kurt let his eyes close as he indulged in the sensation. It was very pleasant and tickled a little bit.
But then he felt something else: power.
So this is how it feels to have someone's life at your disposal, to do with it what you wanted, Kurt thought to himself. He then allowed his prey room and the movement increased. Kurt could feel the little hands and feet hitting his teeth and mouth, trying to make him open up. He grinned, thinking that the kid had no chance of escaping.
Kurt then felt like giving the kid a good scare before disposing of his fun. He held the kid safe against his front teeth with his tongue and swallowed. He felt the kid go stiff and then started squirming and kicking even worse than ever. Kurt guessed it was because he knew now that the mutant was serious about his threat and planned to make good on it. Kurt then shut his mouth completely, crushing the kid to be still. He kept trying to move though and to feel those futile attempts against his tongue made Kurt smile. If his mouth hadn't been full, he'd have laughed.
Kurt found he could tell the difference between the kid's clothes, jeans and a shirt that felt rough on his tongue, and his skin, which felt smooth and tasted nice. He sighed in pleasure as his prey started twisting around in his mouth, kicking and pushing in his efforts to escape. Kurt felt one hand start banging on the backs of his front teeth and he chuckled at the feeling. The kid froze at the sound and then started struggling again.
Then, just to play, Kurt turned off his holowatch and spat the kid out into his palm. The kid landed on his side and began to cough and gasp for air. Kurt then started licking his lips, finding the residual taste of the boy to be quite delectable. He found his mouth had been salivating and he swallowed to get rid of it and heard a strangled whimper.
He looked down and saw the kid was watching him, eyes impossibly huge. Kurt grinned at him and held his hand up so they were eye-to-eye. The kid rolled to be on his back, propping himself up on his elbows. He was shaking. Kurt could feel it. He doubted the kid could even stand up without collapsing. Kurt then said softly, "Did you know you taste nice?"
The kid looked like a mess. His clothes were soaked straight through and his face was all red from strain and terror. He looked at the mutant holding him, but then his eyes caught the movement of Kurt's tail, swishing excitedly behind him. He watched it swing back and forth and then looked back at Kurt's yellow eyes. He then started shaking and pleaded quietly, "Please… Please don't do this to me…"
Kurt pretended not to hear him and went on, saying in a delighted tone, "You know, I'm kinda wondering what it's gonna feel like when you get down inside me. I've never had live meat before."
The kid's gaze snapped down to Kurt's chest, then back to his yellow eyes, begging frantically, "Please! Help me out here, man! I swear I'll do anything you want! Anything!"
Kurt laughed and said, "An offer you'll regret!"
The kid then asked softly, "Why?"
The blue mutant then grinned widely, saying, "Because I want you to squirm."
The kid let out a deep, primal moan as he tried to back up, away from him, but Kurt just curled up his fingers. The kid backed into them, and then proceeded to press himself firmly against the two digits, shaking and whimpering. Kurt watched him for a bit, but then felt it was time to get to the main event. He then grinned at the kid and roughly and quickly, shoved him back into his mouth, shutting it to make sure he didn't escape.
He began to shift the small body around so he was pointed headfirst to his throat. If snakes and other animals ate their prey headfirst, there was probably a good reason for it. Kurt then toyed with his prey one last time, pressing against him and making him squirm.
Then Kurt, pretending he was just playing his game with Bobby, tilted his head back and swallowed.
He felt the body get shoved to the back of his mouth and get pushed up to the shoulders into his throat. Then he realized a problem; the kid was too big to take down in just one gulp. But Kurt quickly solved this by opening his mouth and reaching in, found the little feet. He pinched them and felt the kid relax. He thinks I'm going to help him, Kurt thought and then grinned. Disappointment was about to have a new definition in the kid's dictionary!
He then crushed upwards with his tongue, forcing the kid's legs to be straight, and then pushed him in deeper, feeling him slide further into his throat, now about mid-chest. Kurt then felt his air get cut off, and realized he didn't have a lot of time to waste. He then swallowed and felt the kid move downwards a little bit.
But then he started to struggle.
Kurt went stock-still; eyes open wide at the funny sensation. He could feel the kid moving around even as he swallowed again. God that tickled! He wanted to laugh, but was still unable to breathe. But Kurt, used to his little games, always took deep breaths before he swallowed, so he was all right. He removed his fingers, letting his body work by itself, and then swallowed again, feeling the kid go down a little further. He was now in to his hips, and was kicking, his feet hitting Kurt's tongue and palate. Kurt smiled at the funny feeling, and used his tongue to play with the kid's feet, increasing the squirms. Out of curiosity, Kurt put up a hand to touch his throat. He could actually feel the kid moving through the skin and fur!
But then he felt his lungs ask for air and swallowed again, feeling the little legs get sucked into his mouth and disappear. Kurt closed his mouth and just held the kid for a minute, delighting in the knowledge that he had a human in his body and was going to kill him in the most primal way imaginable. Kurt felt his lungs press him and he gulped again, clearing his airways and feeling the squirming move down into his chest. He swallowed one last time and with a bit of relief, felt his meal enter his stomach. His throat felt raw from the kid's clothing scratching him, and it also felt a bit stretched, but it had been more than worth it!
Now he doubled over, letting out his held-up laugher as he felt the kid struggling inside his belly. It was a strange, wonderful, pleasant feeling and Kurt realized ruefully that normal food had lost all appeal to him. Suddenly, Kurt felt pressure inside him and knew what it meant. He didn't want his fun to end just yet, though, so he forced down some fresh air and fought the urge to burp. He then lay flat on his back, smiling widely at the feelings he was getting. Then, on sudden curiosity, he used one three-fingered hand to prod his stomach. This made the kid start moving around frantically, and Kurt laughed again.
He rolled over, feeling the kid sliding around inside him, making him laugh some more. After a few minutes, he felt the squirms start to lessen and he gulped down more air. Then they would start up again, making him smile and laugh. Kurt wondered vaguely what would happen if he were to teleport, but guessed that it would no different than normal. He'd teleported when he was full before and nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened. He guessed that if something was inside him, it was included on the trip automatically.
He then sat up, one hand on his stomach to keep his prey moving, tail twitching erratically in sheer primal pleasure. He glanced down at the extra blue limb, grinning. If his body liked this experience so much, how could it possibly be wrong?
As Kurt lounged on the rooftop, his cell-phone rang. He picked it up, and it was Scott. "Where are you? It's time for dinner. You didn't eat, did you?"
Kurt grinned to himself, and answered, "Well, I had a small appetizer, but I'm still hungry. I'll start heading back, all right?"
"All right. See you in a few minutes." Scott said and hung up.
Kurt sighed and knew it was time to end his fun. If he tried to go home like this, Jean would pick up some strong feelings of terror from him that weren't his and that would lead to some very awkward questions. He then belched, emptying his stomach of all the air he had taken in. The struggles increased drastically for about a minute, but then faded and Kurt sighed regretfully as they ceased. He had liked that feeling! In fact, he wanted to feel it again…
He went to the edge of the roof, looking up at the dark sky. He smiled calmly, knowing that human were no longer the dominant species on the planet. They were like the dinosaurs. They ruled for a while, but then the little underdogs, the little things they ignored or destroyed, were about to take the earth for themselves. Mutants may be a small group now, but they would grow and take what was theirs. The reign of human was coming to an end and the reign of mutants was beginning.
Kurt then grinned in the darkness, revealing his fangs. He was going to have to make more excuses to get out at night.