Later that night, Hank lay quietly in bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about his conversation with Bobby. Although he loved this place, with its serene beauty and quiet tranquility, he couldn't help coming back to the same logical conclusion: there simply were not enough available women here, and none that were a possibility for him to be with.
A faint humming sound pulled him from his thoughts, and he sat up, perking his ears to try to place it. Ths sound suddenly grew louder as a large portal opened at the foot of his bed. Hank jumped up just as something came tumbling through the opening, rolled off his bed, and landed on the floor. The portal shrank suddenly and vanished with a faint pop.
Eyes wide, Hank peered over the bed, then heard a grumbling "that f'ing hurt!"
"Who are you?" Hank exclaimed.
A fat, naked woman stood up, her long dark hair falling past her shoulders over her breasts, leaning and stretching herself out. "Whew, I wasn't sure that was going to work. And man, that subspace travel is some crazy shit. Oh. Yeah, hi, I'm Ann. And I'm here to ride you like a wild pony all day every day."
Hank choked. "I'm sorry?" he managed. "Wait, you just traveled through a portal and ended up here? How did you do that? Did you bring the technology with you? Oh, my stars and garters, the things we could accomplish, the things we could do..."
"Dude," she cut him off. "I'm here to do YOU. So quit your yappin and let's see how much of a beast you really are."
He attempted to stammer a response. She cut him off again. "Look," she said, "I'm reading Stormkpr's fanfic, I know you want it bad, I want it bad, I'm here, now let's get to it!"
"Well... I... um... OK."
About an hour later, Xavier gently knocked at Hank's door. He heard a slight commotion and some whispering. After a couple minutes, Hank peeked his head out the door, his fur wildly disheveled. "Um. Yes, Professor Xavier?"
Xavier found himself subconsciously craning his neck to try to see into the room. "I sensed a foreign presence and traced it to your bedroom. It appears to be benevolent, but - Hank, are you wearing chaps? Is that a handcuff hanging on your headboard? What are you -" A look of understanding crossed Xavier's face. "Oh. Oh. Oh, terribly sorry to interrupt."
"No, I, um," Hank glanced back into the room.
"Well," Xavier said, "you'd better get back to it. We can discuss in the morning. Or, *ahem* whenever you get done."
"Thank you, Professor Xavier," Hank replied gratefully.
"Good heavens, Hank, I don't think I've ever seen you blush before."
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Date: 2008-05-15 03:34 pm (UTC)A faint humming sound pulled him from his thoughts, and he sat up, perking his ears to try to place it. Ths sound suddenly grew louder as a large portal opened at the foot of his bed. Hank jumped up just as something came tumbling through the opening, rolled off his bed, and landed on the floor. The portal shrank suddenly and vanished with a faint pop.
Eyes wide, Hank peered over the bed, then heard a grumbling "that f'ing hurt!"
"Who are you?" Hank exclaimed.
A fat, naked woman stood up, her long dark hair falling past her shoulders over her breasts, leaning and stretching herself out. "Whew, I wasn't sure that was going to work. And man, that subspace travel is some crazy shit. Oh. Yeah, hi, I'm Ann. And I'm here to ride you like a wild pony all day every day."
Hank choked. "I'm sorry?" he managed. "Wait, you just traveled through a portal and ended up here? How did you do that? Did you bring the technology with you? Oh, my stars and garters, the things we could accomplish, the things we could do..."
"Dude," she cut him off. "I'm here to do YOU. So quit your yappin and let's see how much of a beast you really are."
He attempted to stammer a response. She cut him off again. "Look," she said, "I'm reading Stormkpr's fanfic, I know you want it bad, I want it bad, I'm here, now let's get to it!"
"Well... I... um... OK."
About an hour later, Xavier gently knocked at Hank's door. He heard a slight commotion and some whispering. After a couple minutes, Hank peeked his head out the door, his fur wildly disheveled. "Um. Yes, Professor Xavier?"
Xavier found himself subconsciously craning his neck to try to see into the room. "I sensed a foreign presence and traced it to your bedroom. It appears to be benevolent, but - Hank, are you wearing chaps? Is that a handcuff hanging on your headboard? What are you -" A look of understanding crossed Xavier's face. "Oh. Oh. Oh, terribly sorry to interrupt."
"No, I, um," Hank glanced back into the room.
"Well," Xavier said, "you'd better get back to it. We can discuss in the morning. Or, *ahem* whenever you get done."
"Thank you, Professor Xavier," Hank replied gratefully.
"Good heavens, Hank, I don't think I've ever seen you blush before."