Summary: After the events in my story The X's: Retaliation, Mr. and Mrs. X try and push their children towards being less hostile to each other.
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Disclaimer: I do not own The X's.
Forced Cooperation
"So, can somebody tell me how this all happened?" Mr. X (also, if only rarely, known as Tucker) asked.
"Truman's the one who set off a dangerous weapon on me IN PUBLIC!" Tuesday X shouted in her defense as she and her brother sat on the couch in the living, both of their parents standing before them with stern expressions.
"You don't know I did that!" Truman argued. "And even if I did, that shock was WAY below lethal or even damaging levels!"
"Oh, but no excuse for setting it off IN PUBLIC at the possible risk of exposing us as spies!" Tuesday argued back, leaning down and getting in her brother's face.
"Don't need one, because I didn't do it!" Truman claimed, lying through his buck teeth and standing up on the couch to get in his big sister's face.
"Still waiting for an actual answer!" Mr. X yelled, his voice cutting through their bickering and making them go silent.
Rubbing her temples, Mrs. X (sometimes, but not very often if ever, known as Trudy) said, "Look, kids, just start at the beginning."
"The beginning," Tuesday explained, "was Truman deciding to sic a wedgie helmet on me while I was in the bathroom."
"Nuhuh! It started when Tuesday wedgied me in the hallway BEFORE that!" Truman countered. "Which was totally unprovoked by the way."
"Oh, yeah, and my friends at school had totally provoked YOU when you stripped and wedgied all of us." Tuesday replied, sarcasm thick in her voice as she glared at her brother.
"No, but that was only supposed to zaaaa- Uh, I mean uuhhh…" Using the element of surprise and their more level height while on the couch to his advantage, Truman quickly shoved both of his hands down the front of Tuesday's checkered skirt, grabbed onto her red granny panties, and yanked them up while yelling, "Wedgie!"
"NYYYYRRRRRR!" Tuesday grunted and squeaked, biting her bottom lip as her panties dug into and chafed against her groin. However, as Truman hiked her underwear up to her chest on the second tug, he also was in the perfect position for her to stick one of her own hands down the back of his pants and grab onto his tighty whities.
Doing just that, she lifted him off the couch in a dangling wedgie. "AHHOW!" Clenching his buttocks as they were invaded by cotton splitting his crack, Truman tugged hard on Tuesday's panties to swing himself at her and grab onto her head in order to-
"ENOUGH!" Mr. X shouted, causing them to stop and turn their eyes towards him. "Both of you, let go of each other's underwear and go to your rooms right now."
Both offering a short, nervous laugh, the X kids did exactly that, breaking apart and heading to their rooms while awkwardly adjusting their panties and briefs.
Left alone in the living room, Mr. and Mrs. X proceeded to drop themselves onto the couch. "Well, this is just great." Mrs. X muttered sarcastically.
"You can say that again. We really need to get those two working together better." Mr. X said, sounding equal parts frustrated and worried. "They have to be able to stay united out in the field. I mean, what if they were to get physically stuck together. You and I had enough of a challenge just getting through training simulations like that. Those two would be in serious trouble if it ever happens to them during a mission."
It took a second, but Mrs. X's eyes widened as an idea came to her. "Wait a minute, why don't we try that?"
Her husband's face adopted a look a confusion. "Throwing them into a dangerous mission while tied to each other? Honey, I know that sometimes we'll have to let them learns things the hard way, but-"
"Not an actual mission." she said, cutting him off. "We'll just tie them together and stick them in the training room until they can get through a combat simulation successfully like that."
"Well, nothing brings people together like fighting together against their will." Mr. X said before frowning a bit. "Of course, it can also raise tensions to unbearable levels, but we usually reach and recover from those levels every other week. Alright, I'm onboard with this plan!"
Returning the smile that he was now giving her, Mrs. X turned to the TV and said, "Home Base, do you think you can make some adjustments to the course Mr. X and I went through today?"
The TV screen turned red as the house's artificial intelligence responded with, "Of course, but… why?"
Let's just say I have something a little unconventional in mind for the kids after their antics today." she said.
"You want us to what?!" Truman and Tuesday asked simultaneously the next morning during breakfast. Both wore their usual clothes, although Tuesday's spiky hair was now a dark pink color instead of its usual green.
"Fight through a simulation while tied together." Mrs. X said. "My idea."
"Camaraderie, like steel, is best forged in hot fires that force cooperation in order to achieve success." Mr. X explained. "So, if you can both complete the new simulation your mother had Home Base set up last night, then neither of you will be grounded for anything that either of you did yesterday. Sound fair?"
The siblings exchanged glances before Tuesday said, "Maybe if this little shrimp could actually keep up with me when we're fighting."
"Pfft, the only thing I have to worry about is her enormous butt slowing us both down." Truman shot back, earning a growl from his sister.
"Why you-"
"Great, then it's settled." Mr. X said, standing up from the table after finishing is plate. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm gonna head down to the basement. I've got a great idea for a new model train set that I wanna try out."
"Have fun, honey." Mrs. X said to him as he headed out of the kitchen before turning back to her kids. "Alright you two, let's get you set up for this."
As they stood up from the table, Tuesday asked, "So are we going to be doing this with handcuffs or rope or…?"
"Oh no, I'm not making it that easy on two." Mrs. X said, crossing her arms and giving them a look that made the kids gulp. "You two got into trouble with wedgies, and now that's how you're gonna get out of it."
"WHAT?!" they exclaimed, the two of them immediately starting to protest their mother's decision.
She put a stop to that with just one question though, "Would you like the simulation to be fighting me while handcuffed together?" The both shook their heads.
"No, no. Your first idea, definitely the better one." Tuesday said hurriedly.
"Definitely taking the first idea." Truman said just as fast.
"Great." Smiling, Mrs. X cracked her knuckles as she got behind her daughter. Sticking both hands down the back of Tuesday's skirt, the redheaded woman grabbed onto the purple granny panties hidden beneath and pulled them up and out into the open.
"AAAAGGGHHHH!" Tuesday hunched over in agony as her panties went all the way up her back, another quick and painful tug adding several more inches to the cotton. "OOOWWWWW!"
Truman snickered at the sight before his mother reached a hand don into the back of his shorts and grabbed onto the plain white briefs he was wearing. A single pull had his underwear invading deep into his crack and rising up to his head as he was lifted off of his feet. "GYYOOOOWOWWW!" His mother then gave his tighty whities a few bounces to stretch them even further. "OowowowOWOWWW!"
Her children's underwear now looking long enough, Mrs. X proceeded to tie the back of Truman's briefs onto the back of Tuesday's panties with a nice, tight knot. Once done, she held the joined fabrics in one hand, examining the knot. "Alright, looks good. Now for one quick little test."
Pulling back to test the knot's strength, she wedged her kids' underwear deeper into their buttocks. "AHHHOWWW!"
"Yep, feels nice and secure." she said, letting the fabric go and watching as it tried and failed to retract back against her kids' butts. "Alright, the new simulation is ready for the both of you. I'll come check to see how you're doing after I give Rex a bath." The pup in question looked up from his bowl of dog food in alarm. "By which I mean that I'm going to make sure that the dog doesn't run and Home Base is going to clean him."
"Wonderful." the house's AI replied with sarcasm and a total lack of enthusiasm, a monitor descending into the kitchen.
"So, you two have fun in the simulator." she said, going off in pursuit of Rex as the puppy tried to make a run for it.
The siblings, now alone in the kitchen, exchanged glares at each other. "I blame you for this." Tuesday muttered before marching forward to get their little trial by fire over with.
"Well I- Ow!" Truman was cut off as his sister's march forward dragged him behind her by his briefs, chafing his crack a little more while making him stumble over. "Quit pulling me!" he shouted, grabbing their joined underwear by the knot and tugging to stop her.
"GahOW! You quit it!" she yelled back.
Great start they were off to.
They got off to a better start once inside the red-tinted combat room.
Staying back to back (and just close enough to not feel any tugging on their underwear) with green blasters in their hands, Truman and Tuesday didn't have too much trouble shooting down their mechanical ninja opponents at first. Then two aerial drones entered the fray.
They flew straight at Tuesday, firing a pair of beams that she easily ducked under and curved herself to the side to avoid. A shot from her blaster blew up the drone on her right. As the one on the left started getting too close to her, Tuesday instinctively started a spin kick to knock it away.
And that was the first mistake.
Oh, her stiletto boot hit the drone just fine and sent it crashing to the ground. However, her spin also pulled Truman by their combined underwear. OWWW!" they both exclaimed at the feeling of their underwear being tighter and Tuesday's high heel caught on the boy's half of their wedgie.
The result was him being dragged along with her kick, momentum managing to send him forward before their knotted underwear was pulled taught and Tuesday was dragged to the ground with him, both kids groaning in discomfort.
"Uugghh, WHY would you to that?" Truman asked.
Tuesday's response was an indignant, "Shut up!"
As the pair began bickering, they were unaware of the combat bots beginning to extend metal flyswatters out of their right arms. Electrified metal flyswatters. They did notice when the bots tackled them and pinned them down though.
"Uuuhh, Tuesday, are those-" *THWACK! ZZZAAAP* "AAAAGGGHHHOOOWWW!" Truman cried out as one of the robots swatted and zapped his butt.
"Haha-" *THWACK! ZZZAAAP* "OOOOWWWWIIIEEE!" Tuesday's laughter was interrupted as her backside received a swat and zap of its own.
*THWACK! ZZZAAAP* *THWACK! ZZZAAAP* *THWACK! ZZZAAAP* *THWACK! ZZZAAAP* *THWACK! ZZZAAAP* *THWACK! ZZZAAAP* *THWACK! ZZZAAAP* *THWACK! ZZZAAAP* *THWACK! ZZZAAAP*
Voices high and loud, the X kids were soon squealing and shrieking at max volume as the bots rained electrified swat after electrified swat down on their butts. The repeated zaps fried away the seat of Truman's pants and the back Tuesday's skirt, exposing their wedgied and now red rumps.
In a desperate move, Truman activated the jetpack beneath his shirt, rockets and x-shaped wings tearing through the fabric before propelling him up as the thrusters kicked on at full blast. Launching out of the grasps of the robots, Truman was flying away… for about 2 seconds.
"AAAGGGHHHH!" Since Tuesday was still pinned down on the ground, Truman was stopped about seven up, underwear digging into his crack brutally as he was forced into a sideways arc as a result of being anchored to his sister. "AAAHHHH!"
"YOOOOWWWWIIIIEEEEE!" Her own panties being lifted up by the force from the rockets, Tuesday received just as painful a wedgie as her backside was lifted up before Truman's arced path dragged her off to the side. After rolling on the ground and landing beside her brother on the floor, Tuesday groaned, "Great… idea… What next, are you going to attack me for them?"
Wincing from the feeling of cotton wedged tightly between his butt cheeks, Truman shot back, "That would've worked if your fat butt wasn't weighing me down!" He punctuated that exclamation by slapping her already sore rear end.
"OW!" Tuesday's smooth, round butt cheeks, already stinging from the swats, practically screamed with pain from the slap her brother gave them and wobbled from the impact.
And once again, their bickering gave the robots all the time they needed to strike.
One of the ninja-like machines, this one being larger than the others, leapt at them and grabbed onto their connected underwear at the knot.
"Uhoh…" the kids uttered before grunting in pain as they were lifted off of the ground with a wedgie. As if they were bolas, the robot began spinning Tuesday and Truman overhead by their underwear. "AAAAAAHHHHHHOOOOOOWWWWIIIIEEEE!" they screamed as their cracks were devastated.
In a to take down the large bot. Tuesday managed to take out one of her explosive red earning, activating it and tossing the piece of jewelry upward. Soon falling down while the kids screamed, the earring landed at the robot's feet and exploded, destroyed the bottom half of it.
Upon it letting go of their underwear, the siblings started to go flying in opposite directions only to get pulled right back to each other by the stretchy fabric. "Uuuuggghh…"
"Oooowwww…" Tuesday whimpered out.
As the other robots started to close in, Truman noticed them and shouted, "Shoe canons, activate!" His footwear morphed, changing into laser pistols which he promptly blasted the two closes robot with as Tuesday stood up.
Kicking his legs up and pushing on the floor with his hands, Truman leapt up and landed on his sister's shoulders, confusing her. "What are you-"
"This has GOT to work better than just standing back to back." he said, aiming a foot outward and blasting another robot.
Leaping back to get herself and her brother away from an electrified swatter one swung at them before kicking the thing in the face, Tuesday gave a smile. "Finally, you have a good idea."
15 minutes later, Truman and Tuesday were panting in exhaustion while surrounded by destroyed robots. Sweaty and tired, they were just hoping that they could handle whatever would come at them next.
And what came next was a single throwing star that cut through the knot tying their underwear together before embedding itself in the floor. The kids turned, expecting a robot and being surprised by the sight of their mother offering them a wide smile and starting to clap enthusiastically. "Well done, kids!"
"You mean it's over now?" Tuesday asked hopefully as Truman hopped off of her back.
"Well, technically it should have been over five minutes ago but it took longer to get Rex clean than I thought it would." she explained, getting annoyed looks from her kids before saying, "So with the extra time that bought you two had to finish, yeah, you finished the course. Which means you're not grounded and free to go and enjoy the rest of the day."
"Finally!" Her gait awkward from all the chafing she had gotten, Tuesday began exiting the simulation room with Truman following behind, both kids grumbling to themselves.
Mrs. X chuckled to herself as she watched her kids exit the training simulator. As she did, she failed to notice one of then ninja bots, missing a leg but still mostly functional, getting up behind her. Her lack of awareness gave the machine the opportunity to reach its metal hands down the back of her tight grey pants, grab onto her light pink granny panties, and PULL!
"AAAGGGHHH! DUURRGGHHH!" Mrs. X. hunched over, grunting in pain as her panties were stretched all the way up her back and then over the top of her head, finally stopping as her waistband was snapped against her forehead.
As her lean and muscular twitched body in pain, the robot extended an electrified metal flyswatter out of its right hand and smacked her large and round rump with it.
"EEEYOOWWW!" Reflexively, she spun herself around and kicked out its one leg. As it fell, the bot reached out a hand and grabbed onto her grey pants, pulling them down as it tried to pull itself up.
Ignoring the exposure of her long, toned leg and her equally toned, extra large buttocks that was clenching up around the panties wedged between them, she stomped her right foot down on the machine's head, her high heel impaling the robot through the eye.
Pulling her pants up, having trouble getting them up past her rump while walking, and struggling to pry her panties off of her forehead, she grumbled some angry words about "overly durable training bots" while exiting the combat simulator.