Remix - Logan and Sarah

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It all starts out badly (at Prom) and then goes downhill from there. Logan gets to experience all sorts of new sensations. Rate this one NC17 and decidedly NSFW.



Logan was horny.

Horny and frustrated.

She liked to think that her new body wasn't completely repulsive. And handed the opportunity of their lives she'd been shot down not once but twice!

There was no justice.

Still, at least Harry's was still there for her. She was making respectable headway towards actually feeling the effects of the alcohol she'd been drinking ever since she stomped out of the prom. It'd only taken a fifth drunk one shot at a time chased with a couple of pitchers of beer to get to this tingly, pleasant state.

Logan couldn't remember the last time she'd been in the pleasant, tingly state. But she remembered enough to know that it was very, very nice indeed. And if Harry's got old she had a fairly sizable booze collection in her room to fall back on.

She tapped her smoke against the ashtray and glanced over at the big-screen TV. More lame-ass golf crap. Lovely.

Squirming a little in her chair, Logan downed another shot of bourbon and chased it with a healthy swallow of beer. The more she sat and drank
in Harry's the less appealing it was being for her.

Finally, inspiration struck. She pulled out her cellphone and dialed a number stored into its memory.

Sarah was having a great dream, well, until her cell phone rang. After knocking it off the dresser, and dropping it on the floor --twice--, she finally flipped the phone open. Logan? "This had better be damned good. I don't remember what I was dreaming about, but I'm pretty sure there was sex and violence involved."

"Funny you should mention it." said Logan in her whiskey-soaked purr. "Got a buzz goin', bored out of my skull. You up for a little action, or do you want to get back to your imaginary sex and violence?" she teased.

The female voice threw Sarah for a minute, her mind struggling to recall why Logan had a female voice, and completely overlooking the fact that female voice had just propositioned her. After a long pause, Sarah's mind caught up. "Wait...what?"

"Long story, kid." Logan laughed. "Got anything to drink over there?" she asked. "I can explain. Well, I can kinda explain. Ah, fuck, kid, just unlock the damned door. I'll be there shortly." she said, and then flipped her phone closed. She was gonna need booze. A lot of booze.



Sarah was barely awake. And confused. And...intrigued. Had Logan just called her and offered her sex and violence? While female?

All this time she'd lusted painfully after him and he wanted her -now-? Just thinking about it made her brain hurt. Of course, that all went back to the half awake thing. Twenty minutes later, there was a thud on her front door.

Logan had only taken enough time to run back up her room, grab her Emergency Alcohol Supply, then head down to the garage to hop on her bike. She stashed the booze into her saddlebags and kicked the bike into life. One thing that somehow everyone had forgotten to mention - when you were a girl on top of a big bad Harley like the one Logan preferred the purr of the engine gotcha right where you lived. By the time she pulled into Sarah's parking spot she had to take a moment to pull herself together. She pulled out her bag of booze, picked a bottle at random, uncapped it, and took a _very_ healthy swallow of tequila. Ah,
now that was better.

The trip up the stairs didn't take very long at all and before she knew it she was knocking at Sarah's door.

Sarah pushed the door open with her hip, hands full with a bowl full of chips and salsa. Now that she was up in the middle of the night, she was starving. Eyes widening a bit with her first glimpse of a female Logan, Sarah pushed the door all the way back to the door so she could make it in with all her booze. Logan with tits. Huh.

As she passed, it didn't take an enhanced sense of smell to tell she'd been drinking heavily. "I take it you don't handle alcohol as well now? One of the downsides to being female."

"Kid, right now it's the biggest upside I can see." she said, taking another deep pull from the bottle of tequila. She hadn't bothered to change from her prom outfit and the backless diamond-shaped top did more than hint.

"You obviously haven't been exploring the right aspects of being female then." Sarah shut the door behind them, sweatpants hanging low on bonecovered hips. "If I were suddenly in a female body, Xavier's prom would not be my first choice of venues to play."

"Wasn't mine either." she groused. She took another guzzle from the bottle and then slung the rest of her booze - maybe a half-dozen fifths all in - at Sarah. "Wasn't my first or my second choice." she said.

"You should've come clubbing with me." Sarah barely balanced the bottles in her arms, pushing them gently onto the kitchen counter. "We'd have been a dangerous pair."

Normally, clubs and enhanced senses were not a good combination. Logan, however, was judgementally impaired and itching to get out and move, to do something. Another impressive display of throat control later and the tequila was gone. She tossed the empty somewhat gently at Sarah and then grinned at her. "You want to go clubbing? Fine." she said defiantly.

Sarah dropped the empty bottle in the trash, and made a beeline for her bedroom. She called back through the open doorway, "Just give me a second to raid my closet."

Logan grinned ferally and tagged along on the Closet Raid. It was one of those Great Male Mysteries that she was finally gonna get enlightened on. What, exactly, was your average woman -doing- when she got ready to go out? Besides, watching Sarah change out was no hardship for her. None whatsoever. But she was gonna need more booze - she didn't want to give her healing factor a chance to catch the hell up.

"Bring the whiskey, would you?" Sarah burrowed into her closet, grabbing one of her clubbing skirts and a black and white halter-top. Logan returned after she had pulled her shirt over her head, an already open bottle of whiskey in hand. She held the halter ties in her right hand. "I'll trade you. You give me that, and tie these for me."

Logan handed over the booze and tied the ties of the halter top. She took her time about it and made damned sure that she trailed a fingertip along the line of her spine for a moment. She was getting a classic case of mixed internal signals - as a woman, she wasn't terribly attracted to other women. But this was Sarah and he could remember appreciating her for what she was back when she was a guy. But thinking was bad tonight - too much thinking led to emo-muppetry, as Marie would undoubtedly call it. She was just going to drink lots, go have fun, then see what happened.

Sarah took a deep swig from the bottle, her thumb catching a stray drop dripping down her chin. She quickly licked the alcohol off, handing the bottle back to Logan. "Enjoying the view?" But before Logan could even respond, Sarah was switching her sweatpants for a short leather skirt.

Logan just sat back and watched her swap out the sweats for the leather skirt. "Boring underwear." she complained, but did so with a grin. She herself was wearing damned near skintight jeans. Very, very tight jeans. She squirmed just a little bit for no apparent reason she could name. "Thought we were going clubbing, not to play bingo." she commented.

"Well if I knew you were stopping by, I'd have gone without." Sarah glanced back at him and grinned back, slipping her underwear down to the floor. "Happy now?"

Logan wolf-whistled at the display. Sarah had a very nice ass, even if it was a little bone-encrusted at this point. Couldn't blame the girl - that was her mutation, after all. "Much better." she leered, then stole back the whiskey for a nice deep swallow from the bottle. "We takin' my bike?" she asked with another leer.

"Not a chance." Sarah turned around, smoothing her skirt back down her legs. "You're plastered, and I don't drive. Go grab the phone book on my desk and call us a cab while I finish."

Logan scowled at that. "We heal, kid." she grumbled, but did as she was told. She found the phone book and made the call. The dispatcher sounded like he was operating under some heavy, heavy recreational chemicals but so long as the cab was there when they said it would be there that's all Logan really cared about. Call completed, she wandered back into Sarah's bedroom. "Am not plastered!" she said in protest, grabbing at the bottle of whiskey.

"You are." Sarah leaned forward over the sink, the outline of her ass showing through her skirt. She smacked her lips together, spreading her lip gloss. "And may I remind you that beautiful bike of yours doesn't heal like we do?"

Logan watched Sarah put on her warpaint and, for just a moment, wished she had her old anatomy back. Because that ass was _begging_ to get tapped. Instead, she just shook her head and killed the bottle of whiskey in another herculean set of swallows. "Yeah. Just got the damned thing running the way I want it. Don't wanna break it." she said petulantly.

"Absolutely." Finished in the bathroom, Sarah came back in to her bedroom to flop down onto the side of the bed and pull on her boots. "Ready to get the hell out of here?"

Logan nodded to that. "Bottle for the road?" she asked brightly. She was definitely feeling the booze. She felt light, carefree, and completely uninhibited. She could definitely see the appeal to feeling like this as often as possible. She moved past Sarah to head for the front door, but let her fingernails scrape along the exposed skin of Sarah's back as she moved past.

Sarah's breath caught slightly, and tiny goosebumps rose up on her arms. Oh. Right. Female Logan was looking to get laid. Sarah tucked her apartment key into her boot, and made her way towards the door. "Yeah. Grab the biggest bottle we have left and let's go."

Logan did just that - a gigantic bottle of vodka, as it turned out. Luckily for Logan, they didn't run into any of Sarah's co-workers on the way back down to the street. As soon as she hit the outside air her body goose-pimpled, but thanks to the booze she was feeling warm, not cold. "Can't believe I'm going clubbing." she said, then took a pull from the bottle. She handed it over without another word. "You're lucky I like you." she said ominously.

"Note to self. Logan is easy to sway when drunk." She winked, leaning back against the building to gulp from the bottle of vodka. "Too bad this isn't a permanent thing."

"No offense, kid, but I kinda like being male." she said with a laugh. "I mean, it's nice to walk the other side for a while but I wouldn't want to live there." she said with feeling. "Lost way too much muscle mass for my tastes." she said, experimentally flexing her bicep and tsking at the comparison to her old male self. She was dying for a smoke all of a sudden, but the Gods of Female Fashion apparently decided decades ago that if a woman wanted to carry crap with her she'd wear a purse. "Cab's on its way." she said just before the cab pulled around the corner to approach where the two of them stood.



If Sarah had been evil, she'd have taken them both to Silver, where she knew people who might just know who she was with. But remembering something about a party that night, Sarah decided they needed someplace darker, with less pop. The cab stopped just outside of a brick building with a single metal door thrown wide open and a bulky bouncer standing at the door.

Sarah grabbed Logan's hand, throwing the cab door open and tugging him along behind her. She paid her fare, and smiled brightly at the bouncer. "Evening Dave. Couldn't her leave town without making a visit first."

Logan climbed out of the cab behind Sarah. Just what she thought - it stank and the strobes were going to give his enhanced eyesight a stranglehold on her brain. But this is what alcohol, the wonder drug of all the centuries, was for! She killed the last of the bottle and tossed it perfectly into a near-by trash can. "Time to go party." she purred up into Sarah's ear.

Sarah's hips had already started swaying to the thumping bass, leading them out and over towards the dance floor. She leaned forward to speak, eyes reflecting back the shining lights. "I'd go up to the bar, but I give us about, oh, three minutes before somebody does it for us."

Logan just blinked at that. Oh, right. Female. "Heh." she said, amused by the idea of drinking for free. The club was, as she was dreading, hot, stinky, loud, and disorienting. She could practically feel the eyes tracking the both of them.

Predators, and she was the prey. Well, this prey had claws of her own. She pulled Sarah back towards her and planted a very wet one on her. "Don't much like being prey." she told Sarah quietly.

Sarah's eyes widened slightly at the unexpected kiss. A couple of drunken cheers rose up over the music from nearby. "...Well. That got their attention."

Logan just grinned and used the tip of her tongue to lick away some of the excess lip-gloss from her face. "Yep." she said. "Table? Table." she said, making her way through the crowd towards a sparsely-populated table.

Sarah followed behind, still moving to the music. Pulling out a seat, Sarah sat so that one slender leg was stretched out from beneath the table out into the walkway. "Definitely beats the school prom."

"Don't remind me. I work with a bunch of friggin' prudes." she grumbled, still sore about being turned down by both Jean and Ororo. "Chance of a lifetime and they tell me no. Twice." she grumbled. "I need booze. Now." she ordered. She squirmed a little in her chair, trying to look at and not look at Sarah all at the same time. Because part of her just wanted to tear those skimpy clothes off and go to town right there and then - and the other part wasn't really offering too coherent of a protest.

"Twice? You went on the prowl at the school... twice?" Sarah giggled, a hand stretched out over her mouth. She watched as a couple guys, college students from the looks of things, staggered towards the table. She leaned forwards, giving them --and Logan-- a nice view of her cleavage. "First victims, right behind you."

When she phrased it that way ... Logan grinned ferally and craned her torso to look at the boys coming up behind her - and, not coincidentally, also giving people a great shot of her chest. "I've never hunted like this." she said conspiratorially. As a general rule Logan tried to stay out of clubs if at all possible. "Do we pounce or do we wait?"

"They're already hooked. Just bask in the warm glow of being the hottest piece of ass they've seen all night." Sarah swiveled to display her other leg, just the hint of a shy smile shot in their direction. "Even without the beer goggles."

Logan decided to give the game a try herself. So she stood up, her back to the boys, then bent over at the waist to tell Sarah something. This, of course, gave the boys the perfect chance to ogle her ass. "You know, you should have said something earlier." she told Sarah quietly.

"About the joys of prowling the clubs? I tried. You were being typical Logan." Sarah smiled brightly, and the boys reached the table. The taller of the two spoke first. "Hello ladies. Can I get you two a drink?"

"Not what I meant." she said back, then re-took her seat. "Sure." she said to the boys, doing her best Dumb Woman bit. "What are we having, Sarah?"

"Perfect time of night for shots!" Sarah replied brightly, arms out on the table. "Surprise us?"

Logan grinned a more honest grin at the mention of shots. "Oh, yes." she agreed emphatically.

One shot because two, then somehow turned into four. Then a dozen. And all she had to do was pose a bit, maybe lean over and plant one on Sarah, and giggle.

Logan hated giggling. But she liked free drinks, so giggle she did.

The drunker she got, the more Sarah's choice - or lack thereof - of underthings preyed on her mind. Sure, the bones weren't sexy but her attitude was. Her attire was definitely hot. That leather skirt was just fantastic. Hugged her curves, soft as butter, and she could make it work.

Maybe it was being around all the aroused people - herself, Sarah, the boys, everyone - that was doing it to her. She didn't know and right then she didn't care.

The first kiss had been a surprise. But as the shots kept coming, it became a game, trying to come up with something else to gain attention. Sarah cocked her head towards the dance floor, and grabbed Logan's hand. "Come on. Time to show off those hips."

Logan let herself get dragged out onto the floor. "Man, I miss my dick." she grumbled as she was dragged, causing more than a few double-takes from bystanders. And while Logan wasn't much of a dancer - at all - she was highly-trained in mimicing movements and adjusting her own to adapt. So she adapted. The end-result was probably a little odd - more kata than dance - but when the song ended the two of them got more than a few cheers in among the drunken demands to show everyone their tits.

Sarah might not have been showing off her tits, but several of her dance moves brought her dangerously close to showing off her lack of underwear to the whole club. A sudden crowd surge bumped her drunkenly closer to Logan, something that she didn't move to correct. In fact, she took full advantage of it. She whispered his ear, "Just go with it."

Logan smelled like a brewery but she had a very big grin on her face. "Like this?" she said to Sarah as her fingertips danced along Sarah's thigh, shielded from view by her body and by the press of all the other revellers. Those fingers slid northward along the hard muscle and bone of Sarah's thigh, heading fast towards the apex.

Sarah kept dancing, lost in the music and the lights. And the alcohol buzz. She bit her lip slightly, dancing adapted to give him more access. She chuckled, deep in her throat. "Works for me."

If Sarah was going to give her access, she was going to utilize it. She let her fingertips trail through her neatly-trimmed hair, relishing the scents that her actions stirred up. And, my, it seemed someone was enjoying herself most thoroughly. It was just about time to take this party private.

Very private.

Sarah couldn't have agreed more. She whimpered softly, eyes closing as Logan's slender female fingers explored her. Composing herself momentarily, she shook her head. "I think we should call that cab back now. Last call's coming up, and people will be looking for someone to go home with soon."

"Sounds good." she said with a grin, withdrawing her exploring fingertips and tasting them provocatively. "One more for the road?" she asked, not at all demurely. Damn, Sarah tasted good. Why hadn't she ever approached her before now? Maybe it was the booze, maybe it was the ovaries, but it just felt right tonight.

Sarah might have been tipsy, but she was still quick. With a grin, she did a little twirl to head back towards the bar. "Come on, I think somebody was calling for body shots a while ago."

Logan just laughed and followed along after Sarah. Body-shots were _fantastic_ when one was all smooth skin and muscle and not all hairy and lumpy. Logan did hers off of Sarah, and Sarah turned right around and did hers off of Logan. Then, laughing, the two of them stumbled off outside to go flag a cab.



Logan laughed at a joke Sarah made and then looked at the former Morlock. "Always wanted to do this..." she said, positioning herself on the floor of the cab. She laughed drunkenly and leaned forwards, parting limbs and planting a very enthusiastic kiss on Sarah.

The cabbie got the show of his twenty-three years of life between Sarah's pants and moans and the un-mistakable odor of sex coming from the back of the cab.

Sarah's key was now down at the bottom of her boot, so that when they got to the apartment, she had to sit down on the floor and take the shoe off in order to get the door open. The buzz of alcohol and sex was still rushing through her head, and it took her two attempts to get it untied, sprawled out in the middle of the hallway. Laughing, she managed to stand herself back up, and when the apartment door was unlocked, she impatiently pushed Logan inside.

To her credit, she did remember to shut the door before pinning Logan to the wall.

Logan shoved Sarah's coffee table out of the way, pushing it up against the nearest wall. Laughing, she took a deep pull from one of her remaining bottles of booze. "Music, woman!" she barked, then laughed again. As soon as Sarah put something appropriate on, Logan strutted her way into the middle of the room and did her absolute smashed best to imiate your average stripper's gyrations. No pole, but hey. Adapt or die.

"Oh! I know!" Sarah bent over the side of the couch, her skirt lost---hmm. She didn't remember taking off her skirt. Not that it mattered. Grabbing her cell phone, she flipped it open and pointed the camera lens at an equally debauched Logan. "Smile for the camera!"

Logan struck a pose that left little, if anything, to the imagination. She was feeling no pain, giggly, and way, way out of control. After the pic got taken the now-topless Logan slithered over to Sarah and took the cell phone away. "Your turn." she said loudly, to be heard over the music that was blaring.

Sarah arched back against the arm of the couch, arms held back behind her head. Her expression was purely pornographic. And all the while her foot wandered its way up Logan's leg. There was a click, and Sarah smiled wickedly. "So, who should we send those to?"

"We'll find someone." she promised with a purr. For right now, they had more important things to take care of. "You hungry?" she asked, eyeing Sarah once again. If that foot kept going like it was he was just going to have to do something very, very pleasurable to the other girl. She tossed Sarah's cell back to her. "We need food."

"Pizza okay? There's a little nearly-24 hour shop just around the corner. They'd probably get it here to us before we manage to put clothes back on." Sarah dialed the number on her speed dial, grateful that she only had to press two buttons instead of seven. "Yes, I need to order a large pizza, with... pepperoni and sausage okay, Logan?"

Logan didn't answer that one, probably because her mouth was otherwise occupied. She did, however, give the Morlock a thumb's up.


Sarah was beginning to feel hungover. Any other time, this would have worried her, but tonight she was far past caring. She took another swig of whatever unlabeled bottle was sitting on the floor, and rested her head on the floor. She just needed a minute to recuperate.

Logan was curled up with the Last Bottle of the Evening and wondering why the room was doing laps around her head. Her happy-giggly buzz was still there, but now she was starting to get The Spins to go with it. "Need more pizza." she muttered, heading into Sarah's bedroom to go in search of the mythical substance. She couldn't tell you why she thought Sarah's bedroom would be a good place to find pizza, but it made all the sense in the world right then.

"Pizza's in the fridge Logan, opposite from the bedroom, " Sarah called from the floor. Even drunk, she knew how to get around her own apartment. When she didn't return, Sarah grumbled and pushed herself off of the floor. "Logan, you didn't pass out in there, did you?"

Logan's stomach was still rumbling, but her nose had caught scent of something far more interesting than just lukewarm pizza. Oh yes, indeed. She sniffed the air and then moved over to Sarah's dresser. She opened each drawer and sniffed. Finally, at the last drawer, she crowed as she found the source of those tantalizing scents.

"Damn, woman." she said, reaching in to pull out the toy that was on top. "You must enjoy getting downright violated." she commented, studying said object.

Sarah wandered in the bedroom, slightly confused. "What are you... oh." She straightened a bit, grabbing the toy away from Logan. "Violated is such a harsh word. I prefer to think of it as 'thoroughly fucked'."

"Either you are a serious size queen or you enjoy being disappointed when you take a real lover. That thing's huge!" she said, eyes wide. Bigger than he was in his real body, she thought with a stab of disappointment. She reached into the cabinet and pulled out another one - one slightly more reasonable. As she grabbed it she accidentally turned it on, and she couldn't help but giggle as the toy writhed and vibrated with a harsh buzz in her hand.

She looked at Sarah, then at the toy in her hand, then back to Sarah.

Dropping the larger toy back into the drawer, Sarah's expression turned feral. She approached slowly, close, but not touching. While he held it, Sarah lapped gently at the tip with her tongue. Somewhere, she figured, the male part of Logan was breaking things in jealousy. Of course, the Logan in front of her was -not- male. And it could never be said that Sarah didn't know how to share. "Care for a try?"




Logan lay on Sarah's bed, staring up at the ceiling. She felt like her guts were on fire, which was usually a sign that something down there was healing. What that something was, Logan really didn't want to speculate. In addition to sex-smell and Sarah and sweat the sweet, coppery tang of blood was in the air. It was driving her to distraction with the richness of it, the sweetness she could almost taste.

Sarah stretched out on her belly beside Logan, propping herself up on her forearms. She could've really used another drink, but the alcohol was long since gone, and that pleasant spinny feeling she'd been sporting was beginning to really grate on her nerves. In the other room, her telephone beeped shrilly every couple of minutes. "I can't remember if that means I have a voice mail, or a new text."

"Go answer it before I cut it in half." she said irritably. The booze was indeed long-gone but the spins remained. She'd lost track of just how much she'd had, but if it were anything less than a half-dozen fifths she'd be amazed. "Makin' my head hurt."

Sarah hopped out of bed (and immediately regretted doing so), and padded slowly into the other room. There was a faint click as she opened the phone, and then silence. "Oh fuck."

"Oh, fuck?" Logan said, stumbling out of bed, stark naked, and wobbling her way over to Sarah's living room. "Oh fuck what?"

"Do you remember sending those pictures we took to somebody? Because I don't." She turned the phone around so Logan could see the display. A text message read "Try not to send me pictures like that before my second cup of coffee, would you?"

Logan blinked. "Fuck." she swore with feeling. Then she shrugged. "Hungry?" she asked, heading into Sarah's kitchen to raid her fridge. The pizza last night was tasty and all, but she was still hungry.

Sarah sank back onto the couch, and pressed another button. "Congratulations Logan, we've just sent drunken, naked pictures to a celebrity, who just happens to be my ex-boyfriend."

Logan blinked at that. "Huh." she said, trying to wrap her brain around that. Giving it up as a bad deal, she shrugged. "Hope he enjoys them." she said, opening up Sarah's fridge. "Lunchmeat!" she exclaimed happily, pulling out a packet of roast beef and another of turkey. "Please tell me you have bread." she muttered.

"Bread's in the cabinet above the microwave. Just... keep it over there, please?" She waved an arm limply towards where he was. "I'm starting to think that if my brain remembers I have a stomach, I'm going hate myself."

"Wuss" she said teasingly and proceeded to make herself a sandwich of epic construction. Layers of roast beef and turkey, mustard and mayo. Finally, she eyed it with satisfaction. "Perfect." she said and took a big bite.

Oh God. Food was the last thing Sarah wanted to see, and she curled up on the couch, arm curled over her face like that would protect her. "Nevermind," she said dryly, "I already hate myself."

Logan got three bites into the sandwich before she bit into something ... off. She just barely made it to her kitchen trash can before her stomach rebelled violently.

Great, Sarah thought weakly, There's food, the sun is starting to show even through the drapes, and Logan is puking in my kitchen trash can. This can't end well. Pushing herself up off of the couch, Sarah stumbled her way into the bathroom and waited for the inevitable to happen.

Logan tossed her cookies until it felt like her toes were going to come up at any moment. She rinsed her mouth out with water and then went looking for her goddamned clothes. She had a dim memory of having them peeled off of her at some point in the evening but she'd be damned if she could remember where.

After the first round of being sick to her stomach, Sarah had curled up on the bathroom floor to finally pass out. She clung to a vague hope that maybe when she woke up, her healing factor would have taken care of the rest. Not likely, but she hoped anyway.

Logan, still looking for her nose, passed by the bathroom. She walked in, picked Sarah up, and carried her over to her bed to tuck her in. She didn't say a word, but just looked at her one last time before continuing her Hunt for Clothes. Giving up, she pawed through Sarah's stuff before she found something that would more-or-less fit her. She grabbed her keys and then silently let herself out of Sarah's apartment. The daylight was like knives stabbing into her brain and she felt truly terrible.

So this is what hangovers feel like.