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"Experimentation"

"Hank, are you sure you don't want to come with?"

Kitty Pryde's voice echoed through the small laboratory that Hank McCoy was working in; her petite figure standing rather sharply in contrast to the brightly lit hallway behind her. Hank's lab was fairly dark right now, as his current experiment required low lighting; though his desk still shined luminously with the desk lamps in one corner of the room. He tipped a small vial over and examined its neon-green fluid before looking toward the female. He adjusted his half-rimmed glasses somewhat and rubbed some crust from his eyes; he had been at this for hours without a break, he assumed Kitty's trying to get him away only meant that she was trying to get him to take a break. Her eyes shined at the recognition: "We're going to be heading to the mall and we could use a chaperone."

"I am sure that you are old enough to head to the mall without adult supervision." The beastial mutant said, pressing the collar of his lab coat a bit. "I am in the middle of an experiment and it's crucial that I time the last few stages properly."

"But you've been in here for almost a full day already." Kitty moaned. "Besides, the only other teacher available this afternoon is Logan. And he doesn't exactly mix well with malls."

Hank chuckled airily. "No. Shopping is one of the few things he's not very good at." He said. "But I've really got to stay here. Perhaps Storm would be interested in going with you?"

"She's got a class in half an hour. It's just going to be me and Kurt and Rogue, you don't even have to watch us up close. I know you're not one of those hovering teachers..."

Hank slipped his glasses off. "Define... a hovering teacher?"

"One of those helicopter parental types? The ones who freak out over the smallest splinters. Who doesn't care who we choose to date--"

"You're... going on a date?"

Kitty sighed, her tongue clicking the roof of her mouth. "You know what? Nevermind, maybe I'll see if Jean would be up for going."

Hank smiled notably. "A wise decision." He said as she turned and vacated the room. He chuckled to himself and shrugged it off, replacing his glasses and pulling out a small beaker. "Okay, now... let's see if this does anything--"

Hank overturned the vial's contents into the red fluid in the beaker; there was a sudden crack of light that exploded from the vial, shattering the glass in his hand and sending Hank to the ground. The experiment had gone from zero-to-disaster in a matter of seconds and a white smoke suddenly puffed out from where the liquids had connected in the air. As the mutant hit the ground, he clapped his hands over his ears; the sound shield had come too late, and all he heard was his muffled screams over the ear-splitting wail through his head. As he hit the ground, everything went dark.

As consciousness slowly returned to Hank's mind, he began to realize how blisteringly cold it was. Opening his eyes, he saw that his large, blue-furred arm was buried in the snow and as he lifted it up, he realized that his lab coat was in tatters from the cuffs up to his elbows. It must have been one powerful explosion.

Sitting up, Hank dragged his hands through his fur, trying to discern if he'd suffered any physical injuries from the explosion before realizing that he was no longer at the Institute. As he returned to his feet, Hank staggered; his feet buried in almost a foot of freshly fallen snow, and while his fur was preventing a lot of the cold from immediately rushing in, he knew that he was in sub-zero degree weather out here. Hank wrapped his arms around the core of his body, tucking his hands into his armpits as he glanced around; wind was whipping through his fur, obscuring his eyes with his hair before he realized his glasses were gone too. He was on a high, snow-capped mountain. There were no such places in New York; at least considering the vastness of these peaks, he would have immediately suspected the Himalayas. But how would that be possible? He would have had to travel nearly eight-thousand miles to get there... could it be possible that his experiment was responsible for this situation?

Hank dusted off a fresh coating of snow from his fur before realizing he needed to find shelter or he would definitely freeze to death in this climate. Looking down the ledge he found himself on, he could see know way of climbing down from the cliff; the angle of descent made it almost impossible, but looking up, he could see a slope that ascended toward what appeared to be a column of smoke a couple hundred feet above.

"Hello?" He called upward, and realized immediately that his voice could not carry in this wind. He tried again however; "HELLO!" He shouted even louder, even hearing his voice echo briefly before the wind noise took it over again.

Hank examined the wall and found it non-slick, he couldn't get a firm enough hold though; as he looked around the small area, he began to brush the snow aside, hoping to find something; a jagged rock, an ice pick, something with which to scale the wall. Brushing aside a heavy lump, Hank recoiled in shock as a body lay beneath the snow line. This creature was not human, though it had been humanoid in shape, with arms and legs matching that of a very large man, but the skull's shape and the prominent horn told him that he had been a type of horned beast or cat... there was a weapon on his claws; a dagger by the look of it, sturdy and sharp. But the body was too well preserved to offer bones to use for Hank's other hand. He grasped the horn and with a fierce yank, managed to rip it free of the dead skull. It managed to turn his stomach over, he abhorred such a visceral sight. Clearing his throat, he returned his attention back to the large wall. Exhaling slowly, he jabbed the knife against the wall and could feel it penetrate the icy layer, using his upper body strength, he lifted himself up; feeling the dagger wobble slightly under his weight as he stabbed the horn three feet upward, jamming it in and allowing it to hold his weight as he continued upward.

The higher he went, Hank began to realize how risky this choice was. Nearly one-hundred feet of a vertical climb; if the dagger or the horn had given out, he could have very likely fallen to his death, or to a broken leg. But he was making progress; and as he neared the top, he could smell the fire above generating the smoke. He stabbed into the rock again with the dagger; only two feet remaining, and he heard the sound of metal crack, "Whoa!" He exclaimed, his hand falling free of the wall and leaving himself hanging by the horn stabbed into the wall.

Taking up all the strength he had, Hank swung himself upward and felt the horn in his left hand begin to crack and give as well. Clamping his hand onto the lip of the cliff above him, he managed to yank the horn out from the wall and stuck it into the ground above. With a loud snarl, he finally managed to pull himself up onto the ledge. In his exhaustion he gasped, taking several deep breaths; every muscle felt as though it were on fire as he lay panting, staring into the sky overhead. "What is this place?" He wondered aloud as even the sky seemed alien to him.

Hank turned around and looked at the source of the smoke he had seen; it was a large campfire as he thought, but it didn't appear to have anyone around it. Feeling the chill of the blizzard whipping around him, the mutant made his way toward the fire. Feeling instantly warmed by it, he shuddered and crouched near the flames, putting his hands out toward them and feeling the warmth rush across his body. Realizing the horn was still in his hand, Hank tossed it aside and crouched lower. How had he come to this place and why was there a fire here, he wondered.

Suddenly, there was a roar that made Hank's fur stand on end and he bolted upright as a massive beastial creature emerged from a nearby cave. It was large, had a pair of massive horns and was draped in a deep purple fur; and riding its back was another strange creature, a blue-furred lion was what he looked like. Hank took a step back and watched as the smaller warrior stabbed a long spear into the creature's back, trying to hold onto it. He was covered in blood, but it was hard to make out from this distance if it was his own, or if it was the blood of the beast he was attacking. Letting out another violent roar, the larger creature reared up and slammed the lion into the roof of the cave mouth; the lion let out a shriek of pain, but growled, holding tight to the beast's mane. Hank knew he had to help; but how? How did he know that the blue one was not the threat?

Hank threw his knuckles to the ground and made a profound leap through the air, bringing his arm back mid-air Hank let out a roar of is own that seemed to get the attention of both of the other creatures. As the Beast's hand slammed down onto the purple-furred beast, it immediately doubled over in pain, then let out a roar in its agony before rearing back. The lion slid down the beast's back he reasserted the grip on his weapon and drove it straight up into its back. Letting out another roar; this time of agony, the creature suddenly fell limp and vanished from under Hank, who came crashing back into the snow. A swirl of light energy swarmed around him and then vanished.

"What...was that?" Hank asked aloud, then turned his attention to the unknown warrior. "And what are you? Another mutant?"

The creature was large in size, almost equal to Hank in terms of height, but not quite as widely spaced. His mane of white was accentuated with a broken horn; cut or torn about two inches from the crest of his forehead. He was muscular and dressed in little more than a simple loincloth, leaving very little to the imagination. He huffed a cloud of white from his nostrils, his golden eyes scanning Beast for a moment before crossing his arms.

"That was Behemoth." He spoke in a deep, rigorous tone. "I am Kimahri, what is mutant?"

"A mutant? A human born with preternatural traits that develop sometime around puberty."

"Kimahri not human. Kimahri is Kimahri." He said.

"Ah, Kimahri. I am Hank McCoy." He said as he reached out a hand. "Pleasure to meet you."

Suddenly, there was a growl emanating from the back of Kimahri's throat and in an instant, the lion threw himself into Hank's body. Hank grunted as he hit the ground hard, sliding only a couple feet from the fire; this Kimahri was friendly *very* friendly from the size of the bulge pressed against Hank's own. With a growl, Kimahri's hands wrapped around Hank's wrists as he held him to the ground. "M-McCoy." He said, his muzzle gently brushing the mutant's cheek, his muscular body rising and falling as he sniffed Hank's neck, his hands investigating the remains of his lab coat.

"Ahh---hahh..." Hank didn't have any way to expect this, his cock instantly began to shift around in his spandex, a trickle of precum already beginning to pool against his hip. "I-Is this how you greet strangers in your land?" He asked, trying to keep his mind sharp.

Kimahri's hands moved from their positions and slipped into Hank's coat, he growled in pleasure as the claws at the ends of his fingers trailed Hank's thick chest. "Kimahri not---resist..." He said between breaths, his claws more aggressively dragging down Hank's hips.

"But--I am male, doesn't that disturb you?"

Hank's objections were quickly quaffed out as Kimahri lunged his head forward and jammed his tongue deep into Hank's mouth, as if to silence him as his claws pulled back on the mutant's spandex and ripped the shorts clean off his body. Hank shuddered as his member flopped freely into the cool air, and he gave an audible gasp as Kimahri ended the forceful kiss almost as suddenly. He sniffed at Hank's neck, biting it briefly and licking it immediately after as he made his way downward. His arms wrapped around Hank's upper thighs and he pressed his own body against the mutant's backside; still lowering himself as his back flexed almost into a 'V' shape, his mouth fast approaching Hank's flesh. The man was few on words, but more abrupt in his actions. He grabbed the mutant's member and then tightened his lips around it. Hank moaned loudly and his hands clutched at the snow under them as Kimahri almost violently began to suckle the shaft from stern to stem; his eyes almost glowing with an insatiable fire as he grabbed Hank's balls and tugged them.

Hank writhed in Kimahri's grasp, he'd rarely felt so much pleasure, so much passion from someone. He could only recall one time he'd been out-beasted by another from a strange and different world than his own. He could feel his cock spilling, spewing, shooting precum into the lion's cavernous maw, his voice echoing across the mountains as he began to howl out in pleasure, feeling the bristly touch of Kimahri's beard brushing against his own fur. He was so close to just letting loose that Hank was shaking with the anticipation.

Suddenly; it slowed down, Kimahri dragged his tongue along the sensitive shaft before looking at the mutant, a sly grin on his face, his leonid tail swaying slowly behind him as a mess of precum literally coated his muzzle. Hank wanted to tell Kimahri to keep going, his body now quivering as his cock felt the cold mountain air along it. The lion sat up, resting Hank's thighs on his own the prominent bulge in his loincloth touching Hank's rigid phallus. He was still breathing heavy as he looked at the lion and in a surprising move, Kimahri straightened his back and brought his arms out, striking a rather impressive pose that shadowed with the campfire's light to mark every curvature of his muscle, even under the fur.

"Wh-what..." It felt like Hank was coming out of a haze, he reached down toward Kimahri, his fingers caressing the warrior's physique. It was powerful, it was masculine and he seemed to enjoy the touch.

Kimahri's eyes followed Hank's fingers as they followed the contours of his chest, he grinned wildly as he tightened his biceps, exposing the muscle buried deep within the furry region. Hank took this as a cue as well and his hands made their way to his arms, not breaking contact with the toned body for an instant. It wasn't as physical as a kiss, but he still found it quite alluring. His fingers took their time, spanning Kimahri's upper body before slowly making their way down toward his waist. The loincloth he wore was a brown leather, it even smelled as though it had been freshly tanned and fitted. The strand of string that held them together was only attached by a single tie, which Hank hesitated in toying with as his fingers traveled down Kimahri's waist and along his thighs. Hank leaned forward and nuzzled Kimahri's neck, taking in the beast's scent as he lowered his head and bit firmly on the lion's pectoral muscle. Kimahri hissed a bit, and growled pleasantly, a throbbing against his loincloth indicating that he was enjoying the slow, deliberate attention to his muscle. Kimahri returned the attentiveness by slipping his hands back into Hank's coat and pulling the shoulders back so it would fall off his body. Hank briefly removed his hands from touching Kimahri so that the coat would fall flat to the ground behind him. Kimahri's hand touched Hank's cheek and the two kissed again; still clearly in control, Kimahri's tongue lashed about in Hank's mouth, their torsos pressing together as Kimahri leaned forward and Hank came to a rest under him. Unable to resist anymore, Hank tugged at the tied end of the loincloth and felt it fall away, his hands grasping the beast's rump as he leaned into the grasp. Could he have wanted Hank to take him? He thought briefly.

Kimahri answered that question without a word, instead, sliding his ass against the cock and not leaning back for Hank to penetrate him; there was a wordless glance as Kimahri slowly rose his ass, then slid it down, letting Hank feel the curve of his backside; every inch of the crevice slowly teasing the mutant, who had already been edging now felt a heavy pleasure re-surging in his system. He was leaking so much precum now that every slide of the lion's ass sounded wet, Hank's entire crotch area was soaked and the warrior on top of him only slowed the rhythm down as Hank edged even closer to his climax. His cock was vibrating it felt like, a fire burning with him, raging out of control; he couldn't resist much more, he just wanted to let it go.

"Nnhh...ahhh..." Hank growled, his eyes rolling back for a moment.

Kimahri grinned and simply slid himself back; once again, leaving the Beast near orgasm. His mouth was hanging open and Kimahri's grin simply turned to a smirk. His thick flesh dragging itself along Hank's stomach and eventually down past his thigh, wetly drooling against the taint between his balls and his ass it left him wondering what the lion had in store for him. As abrupt as he had been, Kimahri returned to his position between Hank's thighs, their thighs and cocks the only things touching down there. It was then that Kimahri lifted Hank's ass and began to probe the tip of his shaft against the mutant's hole. Hank moaned, already feeling the tingle of the incoming penetration. He inhaled to ready himself, but was lost in the intense musk of sex that had been floating around them. Suddenly, Kimahri thrust forward, letting out a roar that masked the pained cries of the mutant, who suddenly tensed up. Kimahri's chest briefly fell on Hank's as his legs immediately went up and wrapped around Kimahri's hips.

Kimahri leaned back some and thrust in again, deeper this time; Hank didn't exactly know where to put his hands and instead rested them on Kimahri's muscular chest, the beast's braided mane dangling down and draping over Hank's body like a curtain. Again, and again, Kimahri thrusted forward and pulled back only as far as Hank's legs would let him; it didn't take long for the pain to subside and the pleasure to engulf the mutant, who began to moan loudly with every lunge pushing the beast's cock deeper and deeper into his recesses. The fire had awakened again, and Hank could feel himself on the edge already. His body shaking with the anticipation of release.

Finally Hank came, a fountain of white shot from his shaft and coated the two of them in a messy slop of sex; wet jets slapping against their flesh made an audible sound as Hank's howls of pleasure again echoed overhead. Kimahri silenced him again with a passionate kiss, but that only sped along the feeling of ecstasy that was overwhelming the mutant. Even as his final spurts were slapping against him, Hank could feel an uncontrollable urge to climax again. The buildup was intense, and further intensified with the short rasping gasps of air that Kimahri was claiming. He too was ready to cum, his growls intensifying, his muscles tightening with every deep thrust as his grip on the Beast got harder to escape. He let out a ferocious roar and Hank could feel the flooding now shooting straight through his bowels and stomach, filling them with rope after rope of his seed. Hank felt himself climaxing again, the strength of this one felt almost twice as strong as the first, he had to break the kiss and cry out again. This time, Kimahri slipped to the side and behind Hank slightly; lifting his leg to penetrate him straight down to the balls and causing the explosions of seed to shoot clear across Hank's field of view and into the fire next to them. After several passionate minutes, the two finally began to relax and Hank finally closed his eyes.

The pair fucked several times after that; until the sunrise began to glow across the distant mountainside that Kimahri called 'Gagazet'. As the morning filtered in, Hank's vision began to grow cloudy and eventually, he closed his eyes to sleep.

"Hank? Hank!" A familiar voice roused Hank from his sleep, and he realized all of a sudden, he was laying on the floor of his laboratory. He felt the cold air around him briefly before realizing that the fire suppression sprinklers had come on and was showering him with water; Logan was looming over him, a look of concern washed over his face.

"Logan?" Hank asked as Wolverine helped him to his feet.

"Are you okay?" Logan asked. "I heard a loud bang and rushed down to find you sprawled out on the floor..."

Hank looked at the floor; the remnants of his experiment from earlier remaining only as a pair of shattered glass beakers laying near where he'd woken up. Had it all been a dream? Why had it felt so real? He put a hand on the back of his head. "I--ahh... Thank you, Logan." He said hesitantly. "I must have found a fairly unstable compound, guess it was too much for me to just pour them into each other."

"You know the Professor's going to chew your blue furry ass out for this, right? It was like a sonic boom blew the adjacent rooms apart."

"Really? Well I will tell him straight away." Hank said. "Tell me, Logan... how long ago was the blast?"

"About two minutes ago..." Logan shrugged. "Maybe more, why?"

"Strange. I didn't think that'd be long enough for me to dream."

Logan stared at Hank curiously. "What did you dream about?"

Hank blushed, but thankfully his fur-covered face hid the expression. "Nothing." He admitted. "Nothing at all."

As the two of them made their way out of the room, Hank noticed a strange white substance on his lab coat, brushing it off, he realized that a small layer of snow had somehow made its way onto the fabric. He stared at it for a moment, confused. Once the snow had vanished however, he continued on with Logan.

THE END