Summary: Yes, I'm actually writing a story for The X's, a show that I wish had lasted longer.
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Sibling Shenanigans
In a bedroom that was much more of a laboratory than anything else, a short 10-year-old boy sporting messy orange hair, some very noticeable buck teeth, and freckles was carefully connecting wires and circuits in his latest invention on his workbench.
Garbed in a green/light green striped t-shirt and blue shorts (and a pair of red-tinted safety goggles at the moment), this was Truman X, youngest member of the spy family known as the X's. And at the moment, he was doing what any young child in his position would be doing:
Tormenting his older sibling.
Well, preparing to anyways.
With the pieces of his latest device properly assembled, the young genius took a screwdriver and sealed on the main casing with a few screws before removing his goggles to properly look over his creation.
On the surface, it looked like a simple hover sphere the size of a basketball with a single camera eye on the front. On the inside though, it held cruel devices and programming that would let it do its job without Truman getting in trouble with mom and dad for making it.
Or worse, getting in trouble with Tuesday herself. His 14-year-old sister was often quick and vicious with her reprisals…
FLASHBACKS
Tuesday X.
She was a girl who had messy spikes of green-dyed hair on her head, teal green eyes, and a small dot of blackened skin just above the left side of her upper lip as a beauty mark, she was dressed in her usual sleeveless white top sporting a blue and red target on the chest, black collar around her neck and matching wristbands, green and red/dark red checkered skirt stopping a few inches above her knees, and her tights that had a checkered pattern of dark, light, and normal greys.
At the moment though, she was deprived of her usual knee-high black stiletto boots. Why? Well…
"Wedgie!" she shouted, having sneaked up behind Truman and, gripping the exposed waistband of his tighty whities, lifted his undies up straight over his head and down over his eyes.
"OOOWWWWWWCCCHHHHH!" he cried, buttocks clenching around the fabric digging in tightly between them.
"THAT was for filling my boots with hot pink dye." she said as her brother was hunched over in pain.
"GYYYRRRRGGH!" Truman gasped/grunted as Tuesday lifted him off ground by his underwear. She then bounced him hard, making his briefs ride up more in the front and stretch out a couple inches in the back. "GAAHHH!"
Gripping the front of his undies, she pulled hard both there and on the back of them while shouting, "SQUEAKY CLEAN!"
"AYYYEEEEEE!" Squealing as she proceeded to stretch his underwear back and forth, Truman still did NOT regret hiding robo-roaches in his sister's lunch.
"OWWW! OWWIIEE! OOWWW! UURRGGHHH!" Truman shouted and grunted as Tuesday flung him back and reeled him in by his briefs repeatedly like a YoYo.
"Stop eavesdropping on my phone calls!" she yelled, flinging backwards and up on his return trip before spinning him for an around the world wedgie.
"AAAAAHHHOWOOOWWW!" Six 360-degree spins later, she stopped and, using both hands to jerk him back by his underwear that had now gotten much long than he was tall, did a sort of ribbon twirl with the stretched cotton to bind him up in it before dropping him on his butt. "Chafes… so bad…" he squeaked out.
FLASHBACKS END
The redheaded boy shuddered, buttocks unconsciously clenching up at the memories.
He shook those thoughts from his had though, getting on with his plan.
Pressing the sole button on a small remote, he watched the spherical drone start up, a small gravity-defying field emitting from the bottom of it as it hovered off of the ground. Waving at it, Truman said, "Alright, you know your mission?"
It nodded itself in an affirmative gesture.
"Great, now get out there!" Truman commanded, pressing his finger down on a button beneath his workbench to open up a hole and tunnel in the wall leading down and away from the X household. His own secret pathway in and out of the house installed for when he was up to something not-so-good.
The sphere flew out it, the exit closing behind it as Truman gave a grin that would make anyone question his true moral alignment.
In her bedroom, relaxing comfortably on her bed while reading through a punk rock magazine, was the drone's target, Tuesday X. Her black boots were discarded off to the side of the bed as she took in all the latest gossip from the music business.
Relaxed as she was, she was completely unprepared for Home Base's monitor to pop in and sound an alarm with a red light flashing I the room. "Warning, warning!"
"Uuugghh…" Setting her magazine on the side of the bed and looking at the red-screened monitor as it entered her room. "What is it THIS time?" she asked, expecting this to be a message related to S.N.A.F.U.
"A drone of unknown origin is currently headed directly for your bedroom window!" Home Base told her hurriedly, screen changing from red to an image of said drone sailing towards her window.
"What?!'" she questioned just as the spherical machine smashed through her window. "Grrr, just great…" Scowling at the machine, she leapt up from the bed, right hand grabbing three razor sharp CDs off her bedside table as she did. "I don't know why you're here or which idiot sent you, but you are officially scraps!" she shouted throwing her deadly disks at it.
The drone floated downward, casually avoiding the attack as the CDs were embedded I the wall behind it as the machine's sides opened to unleash metal tendrils with four flexible claws on the ends (three claws acting as fingers and the fourth taking on the thumb role).
Tuesday sighed. "And of course, it has arms." Grabbing the CD player off of her table, the thin girl took aim and got ready to fight. At the same time though, she couldn't help but wonder why her parents and brother weren't coming in here in here to help her.
At the grocery store, Mr. X, a muscular man who wore a formal black suit and red tie and had pitch black hair, looked through the back label on the cereal box and called out, "Honey, I don't see magic on the list of ingredients!"
Mrs. X, a slim and curvy woman with short orange hair, green eyes, boots matching her daughters, a tight grey top with a white shirt underneath and a pair of tight grey pants that clung perfectly to her round hips, responded, "Magically delicious is just an expression, dear. There's no actual magic in it."
"Got it!" he called back, glancing around to make sure that no one was staring at them. Aside from a few sideways glances, their efforts to appear as normal shoppers seemed to be going well.
In Truman's room/lab, alarms and bells were going off wildly as the red warning light flashed to alert him to his sister's situation.
Not that he was paying it much mind, his red goggles kept him from noticing the change in light and his earplugs, put in for 'safety' as he handled a chemical that could explode loudly, made it all easy to ignore. His eyes only turning from the chemical on occasion to glance at the two ordinary progress bars on a screen attached to his desk indicating his drone's condition and the amount of footage its camera eye had recorded.
CDs sharp enough to cut straight into steel were launched from their player as Tuesday hopped, ducked, and flipped about her room to dodge the drone's claws as she fired at it.
It dodged her too well though, easily rolling out of the way and avoiding her well-aimed every time until… *CLICK CLICK*
"Uhoh…" she uttered.
With her CD player on empty, the drone was now safe to rush right in at her. Preemptively, she rose from her crouched stance and started a spin kick to hit it as it came closer. However, it stopped just out of range of her foot and, as she was turned around from the kick's momentum, its claws extended further out and the sharp pincers snapped onto a thin, purple waistband that, during their battle, had ridden up just the tiniest bit past her checkered skirt.
She had less than a second to feel the metal touching her before her pretty purple panties were brutally yanked up all the way to the top of her head. "AAAAGGGGHHHH!" Body locking up from the sudden and intense chafing between her large, soft buttocks, she was helpless as the stretchy material was pulled over her hair and then down to cover her face, waistband snapping her chin as she let out a muffled scream.
Her body shuddered for a second before she collapsed to her knees, groaning through her newly created underwear mask as her head was tilted back. The drone wasn't done with her yet though.
As she tried to unhook the waistband from her chin, one of the metal hands grabbed onto the panties running up her back and tugged upward to make her fully bend over and raise up her rear end. "UUURRRGGGHH! 'EEEYYY!" she yelled, voice muffled by her panties.
As her generous backside wigged in discomfort, the machines other set of claws grabbed onto her skirt and tugged it down, making her face turn pink beneath her 'mask.' That set of claws then adjusted themselves, connecting and merging to form a thin and wide steel paddle.
Her butt, protected only by her thin and tights stretched even thinner over her round cheeks while her panties beneath them were wedged tightly into her crack, was then met with a harsh THWACK from the paddle, making it jiggle on impact. "GAAAAHHHH!"
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
"OOOWWWWWWOOOOOWWW!" Her soft booty wobbling with every spank, she tried without success to crawl away, her attempt thwarted by the claws still gripping her panties lifted them up higher, tugging her back and raising her butt up higher while digging her wedgie in deeper.
THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! THWACK!
"HYYYYRRRGGHHH!" she shrieked through her wedgie mask, eyes welling up with tears she refused to shed beneath it as her bottom stung more and more with every hit, burning in agony until, finally, the paddling stopped.
Before she could get a chance to breathe a sigh of relief though, the claws hauled her up by her panties, drawing a strangled gasp from her as she was lifted up like a handbag.
"GYYYYGGHH!" Her butt clenched tightly, she began flailing her limbs about as the drone hung her light panties from two of the ceiling fan's blades.
Holding her head with one hand to keep her in position as she squirmed, the drone used its other arm to begin manually spinning the fan blades, cruelly twisting her wedgie in deeper and tighter. "GYYYRRRRRGGGHHAAAHHHH!"
After five full rotations, it stopped. This time, the drone actually gave her a few moments to breath, breaths coming in high and deep.
Its work done, the machine let go of her and flew out the window, leaving Tuesday to spin in her hanging wedgies as the fan blades reversed themselves "Aaahhhhh! Aaeyyye eeee?!" she cried through the light purple fabric that was covering her face and limiting the movement of her jaw.
In the midst of this, Truman walked into the room with a small ray gun that had a vial of red liquid inserted into the top of it in hand. Seeing his sister's predicament, he began snickering and then outright laughing. "HahahahHAHAHA! Oh man, heheh, what happened to big butt up over there?" he asked, playing dumb and snickering some more.
"Finally!" Home Base exclaimed, monitor lowering down to Truman's height. "Your sister was attacked by an unknown hostile drone and just what on Earth is it that has kept so busy as to ignore MULTIPLE danger alarms for so long?!"
"I was working on this." Truman answered, patting the ray gun in his right hand. "Chemicals were a bit volatile at first so I put in ear plugs to stay focused and in case a loud and possibly DEAFENING explosion happened." Looking up and his sister, he asked, "Hey Tues, you want me to get you and that bubble butt of yours down?"
"EEESSSSHHH!" she shrieked through her wedgie mask, the chafing in her crack and burning stings afflicting her butt cheeks too painful for her to bother arguing with him about the size of her rear.
"Well, you're gonna owe me one if I do." he said, voice filled with sinister intentions.
"UHHT!" she shouted, Home base sighing at the exchange taking place and retracting his monitor into the ceiling to wait out whatever nonsense was about to happen.
"Hey, you don't HAVE to put yourself in my debt." he said, smugly stating, "You could also just wait for mom and dad to come home and get you down."
She let out a whimper at her ultimatum. Biting her lip, she did consider just waiting out her wedgie. The feeling of gravity sinking the fabric deeper into her crack and practically biting her, however, changed her mind. "IINNE! I OWWWE OOU! UST ET EE OOWWWNN!"
"Heh, sure thing, Tuesday." he said, grinning evilly as he aimed his ray gun to blast her free. Red liquid in the top of it starting to bubble as he pulled a trigger, the gun fired a beam of concentrated heat to burn away at the fabric tying her up there.
Unfortunately, he had accidentally on purpose aimed too low, and beam instead collided with her rear end. "UUURRRGGGHHHAAAAAHHHHHOOOOWWWW!" she shrieked, her butt started to burn as her tights were singed off to expose her bodacious and wedgied booty.
"Whoops… heheh, aimed a little low there." he said, raising the gun up higher and firing again while her now VERY red rump steamed.
With the beam actually burning her panties where they were tangled up on the fan this time, Tuesday was dropped onto her front. Her speech no longer being interfered with by a mask of cotton, though it still laid over her face, she let out a very clear and strained, "Oooowwwwiiieee!"
Chuckling to himself, Truman turned and started exiting the room, telling Tuesday, "I'm gonna go work on some more stuff. Don't worry though, I'll listen for anymore alarms this time."
He'd also be downloading his drone's recordings since he doubted Home Base would let him view the home's recordings of the event.
Tuesday, meanwhile, got up on shaky legs and started making her way down to the kitchen for some ice, her walk awkward as she dug the remains of her destroyed panties out of her burning butt.