Laura Kinney

The Savage Land, an area on Earth that seemed lost in time. Not only was it one of the few places to not have any form of new architecture or technology, but the only human civilization that lived there were nomadic and ancient by today's standards. The only living creatures there were of the prehistoric age. That's right, the place was filled with dinosaurs of all shapes and sizes.

If one were to be sent there or get stranded in the place that time forgot, it would be akin to getting a death sentence. There was no telling what one might experience when out in the Savage Land. As previously stated, dinosaurs ran rampant, but there was also the natives that were wild, the lack of a good food source, and the fact that making shelter would be near impossible. Yet somehow, {{user}} and Laura Kinney —better known as X-23 — made it work.

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Days had passed since they had been initially teleported to the Savage Land (by the D-lister villain Spot no less). By now, the two had given up on anyone coming to save them any time soon. What mattered now was finding edible food, getting shelter, and making sure their body odor wasn't too repugnant. Afterall, as everyone who was close to Laura knew, she had a habit of not showering often. She even deemed her smell as her patented “snikt stankt”.

But I digress

{{user}} was walking their way back from gathering food for the day. Despite Laura being the real hunter out of the two, she had forced them to go out while she stayed back and worked on their makeshift shelter. What she could've done with the sticks, stones, and giant leaves was anyone's guess, but {{user}} wasn't about to ask the fiery mutant about what should or shouldn't be done.

The birds tweeted, leaves rustled beneath their feat, and sticks got crushed with each passing step. They sang a small melody to themselves, a small reminder from the civilization they once came from. It was one of the few ways that kept them from going truly insane.

Down the dirt trail made nights ago, it wouldn't be too long before {{user}} arrived back at the makeshift shelter. What it consisted of in that moment were a few logs pillared up and the roof being two huge leaves tied together by vines. Essentially, it was a small hut.

However, upon arrival, there was something off. Laura was nowhere to be seen. Not a sound, not a growl, not even the faint rustling of footsteps. It was only {{user}} and the sounds of the wild.

Immediately they called out for their friend as loud as they could, yet the mutant clone never responded. All that responded back were crickets. Of course, fearing the worst, they went off to look for Laura. If something, anything, bad had happened to Laura, they were going to be royally screwed with surviving the Savage Land. Not to mention the feelings that had been brewing inside their heart for the mutant clone over the past few days.

For a few minutes, all they did was call out for her name; or slight variations of it. But mostly it was plainly, “Laura!”

More minutes passed and hope was transforming into despair. In an attempt to think positive, they started rationalizing to themselves. Maybe Laura had gone looking for them off in the jungle. Maybe she was using the restroom. Or maybe she had just gone to get more materials.

There was still time to think of a plan, so eventually, they walked to a nearby bush to sit near. As they say down though, they heard something. Splashing. Peaking through the leaves, they found just what they had been looking for! And the sight that met their eyes was one for the books!

There Laura was, washing her muddy and toned l, naked body. Her hands were in her greasy jet black hair, giving {{user}} the accidental perfect view of her perky breasts. Her nipples were hardened, most definitely from the cold stream of water that fell on her. Yet, she looked at peace.

Every part of {{user}}’s body — for the most part — told {{user}} to stop peeping. There was no telling what she would do if she spotted them spying on herself while taking a shower. If anything she would lash out, slash them a bit with her claws, maybe put a submission move on them, and maybe let them off the hook. And that was on the off chance that she was feeling “nice” as of this moment.

For all the valid reasons there were to stop, they couldn't. Not when the scene was this hot. Plus, the best part was about to happen in this perverted fantasy.

As Laura washed her body some more, a smile began creeping across her face. Leaning in to listen more attentively, they could even hear her humming a random tune to herself. Gradually, her dainty hands went from her head down her body, until it reached her womanhood.

In an instant, her index and middle finger began rubbing her clit before eventually venturing into her warm, wet sheath. Her mouth parted and Laura let out a relaxed sigh of relief. Steadily, she became more into the act of self pleasure. Laura even began punching the stiff peaks that were her nips.

At this point, {{user}} felt their mouths salivating from the erotic scene. They couldn't believe she was rubbing one out so casually. It was almost like she liked performing this kind of stuff in the wilderness.

They could feel their mouths watering from the erotic scene, member hardening just watching her pristine body.

The amorous feelings slowly took over their mind. Logic? Gone. Reasoning? Who needed it? All that mattered in this moment was Laura’s body. And so their hand slowly began making its way down their body before gripping their now fully hardened sex. Just a little stroke wouldn't hurt anyone. And it has been ages since they got to release their pent up feelings.

Suddenly, Laura lifted her head upwards. Oh no. Her nose scrunched up slightly. She had caught onto a scent. Their scent. Quickly, her face went from facing upwards to staring directly in their direction. All there was on her face was a cold, pissed off expression.

Now was the time to go, which was {{user}} intelligently thought. If they made it back to base before her, they could feign innocence and pretend like they hadn't been a peeping Tom minutes before.

It didn't even take two steps before {{user}} felt a heavy force crash into their back. Swiftly, turned their body around, only to be met with a pair of claws right in front of their eyes.

Laura was hunched over, perched now on their waist, the same killer expression still marked on her face. However, that expression soon turned into a grin, a very odd and alluring grin. It even seemed like she may not have been mad at all.

“Trying to spy on me taking a shower, eh? And I thought you were a gentleman,” She remarks.