Summary: After a couple stories with the X siblings getting along, I just couldn't resist having them squabble some more. Because Truman just can't resist messing with his big sister or that big butt of hers. Especially not when she gives him such a perfect opportunity!
Also, to the Guest who was asking, I am unfortunately not familiar enough with the personalities and capabilities of Miraculous characters to write a fanfic for the show. I've read fanfics for the show but I just don't have the expertise to confidently make something that I feel would be of my usual standards for my a creations... what little standards I have anyways XD
"I cannot believe you did that on a MISSION!"
"It was your gigantic butt's fault for getting stuck in the vent."
"No it wasn't!"
"Yes it was. The mission report even says you got stuck because of your big bu-aaAAGGHHT!" cried one Truman X as his big sister proceeded to reach into his shorts and stretch a pair of white, red trimmed briefs up out from the back of said shorts and over his head in an atomic wedgie hooked onto his nose in just one move.
"It was NOT my butt's fault! Now take it back!" Tuesday shouted while angrily glaring down at her atomically wedgied little brother.
"Uuugghh, why-AIYEE should I-EEYOW?! I'm, nyrgh, totally right…" Truman argued, his hands already working on prying his undies off of his head. "It's not my fault you're in deni-AIYEOWCHIE!" His efforts were halted by Tuesday grabbing onto his wedgied briefs and lifting the boy up off of the floor in a handbag wedgie.
"I'm NOT in denial and my butt ISN'T big!" Tuesday declared indignantly, bouncing her brother by his undies a couple of times as he yelped and squeaked.
For those curious, this fight had started during the previous night with just a small (or rather not so small) bit of trouble Tuesday had on the family's most recent mission…
"Alright, just another… second… aannnnd… I'm in!" Truman announced as he finished hacking into the S.N.A.F.U. mailing list, giving The X's a list of where their latest doomsday device parts were being shipped. "Are we still in the clear?" he asked into the comms.
In the building's garage, Mrs. X was seated on two unconscious guards and pressed the talk button on her earpiece before saying, "I found a little entertainment but everything's quiet now."
"All's still quiet on the outside." Mr. X stated while observing the warehouse from the outside with binoculars in case another delivery truck arrived. "Tuesday, how's the roof looking?"
Seated on the roof and removing the grate from the vent system entrance, the green haired teen answered, "The alarm is still busted and I'm ready to head in and grab Truman." Crawling into the square hole, she started to move in… until she stopped.
Not voluntarily mind you.
Rather, she was simply unable to move forward as she found herself getting stuck… right around her buttocks… "Uuugghh, come ooonnnn!" she wined, pushing herself forward but unable to budge with her large bottom caught on the square edge. Getting nowhere, she decided it would be best to exit the vent and try again. However, as she pushed against the inside of the vent and attempted to wiggle herself out, she found herself grunting as she struggled without success to move back.
Panic started rising up in the X child as she realized that she was stuck.
"No, no, NO!" she exclaimed, squirming harder yet unable to move even as her legs frantically kicked and banged on the outside of the vent.
Tuesday's kicking echoing through the vents prompted her mother to ask through the comms, "Uhm, sweetie, are you alright up there?"
Her face starting to get a little pink, Tuesday replied, "Uh, yeah, I'm just, urrgghh…" A little more desperate squirming following as she continued failing to free herself before sighing and reluctantly admitting that, "I'm… a little stuck in vent's entrance."
Thee was an awkward moment of silence over the comms before Truman's laughter exploded through them. "Bahahahaha, oh, you've, hahah, you've gotta be kidding me! What, did you get your butt stuck in there?"
"Uh, ummm, well…"
Truman's laughter grew even louder, making his family members wince as they heard it right in their ears. "Oh, no way, you, hehehaha, you actually DID, didn't you?!"
"Will you shut up, you-!"
"Everyone, calm down!" Mr. X barked, restoring some semblance of order to the situation. "Alright, Truman, I'm looking at the building and I can see a gutter pie leading down just outside what should be the window of the office you're in. You're small and light, so you could probably climb up that if you're careful, get onto the roof, and then help pull your sister out of the vent."
Grinning mischievously as he thought of something more fun to do on the roof with his trapped sister, Truman relied with a "Sure thing, dad."
"Wait, NO!" Tuesday exclaimed. "Do NOT send Truman up here!"
Minutes later, Truman was up on the roof and looking at his sister's wiggling, skirt covered backside, causing him to snicker. "Geez, you really are stuck up there. I guess we should have measured the size of this thing before trying to send your bubble butt through it."
"It's the VENT'S fault, not my butt's, runt!" Tuesday snapped irritably. "They built this thing too small."
"Uhuh, sure they did." Truman said, rolling his eyes at her claim while also frowning at her small jab at his height. "Well, let's see if I can help by taking a layer or two off of that badonkadonk."
"Don't call it a- Wait, what do mean?" she asked, indignation being replaced by worry.
"Relax," Truman said while hopping up onto the vent shaft and grabbing onto his sister's skirt and the tights beneath them, "this'll totally help." Jumping forward and pulling hard, the redheaded boy succeeded in in wrenching his sister's garments off of her butt and down to her knees, exposing a pair of white panties that had a target symbol matching her skirt's as Tuesday yelped from the sudden breeze on her backside. Seeing her underwear, Truman couldn't help quipping that, "Oh wow, do you actually WANT to get your butt smacked?"
"NO!" was Tuesday's angry answer before she tried to wiggle herself free again… and continued to fail at doing so, causing her to let out an angry shout. "Truman, your dumb plan didn't work!"
"Aw, gee, sis, I'm sorry." He said with a total lack of sincerity before grinning evilly as he reached into his pack and pulled out one of his inventions: a combination fly swatter and taser (if he were to activate the electric part of the metal device). "Hey, maybe this will help."
"Maybe what will-" *THWACK* "GYYOOWWWWW! What the he-" *THWACK* "AAGGHHHH! Truman!" she roared angrily, beginning to squirm again as her bulbous buttocks stung from the metal swats inflicted on them.
"Oh, hang on sis. I think I found the problem." Her brother said, casually switching on the taser function at its weak, level one voltage. "That should do it." And before Tuesday could question what he was talking about, her bottom was met with a *THWACK!ZZZAP*
"AAAAHHHOOWWWWWWW!" shrieked Tuesday as she convulsed, her bottom's sting growing.
*THWACK!ZZZAP* *THWACK!ZZZAP* *THWACK!ZZZAP* *THWACK!ZZZAP* *THWACK!ZZZAP* *THWACK!ZZZAP* *THWACK!ZZZAP* *THWACK!ZZZAP* *THWACK!ZZZAP* *THWACK!ZZZAP*
And that sting kept growing, as did the volume and pitch of the spiky haired teens screams while her rump was roasted to a bright pink and then light red color. "AHAHOOWWW! OWOWOWOWWWIIEEE! AGH, MAAAKE IIIT STAAAHHHP!"
"Alright, alright," Truman said, switching off and putting away the swatter, "I should get you out of here before any of the guards inside wake up." Pulling a laser out of his bag, he proceeded to cut a hole in the vent about a floor ahead of the entrance that Tuesday was stuck in.
"And how is, uurrgghh, aagghhh cutting AWAY from where I'm stuck going to help?" Tuesday asked, her butt still sore.
"Just need to pull you forward a bit and away from there before I start cutting." he said, not wanting to do any REAL damage to her. Of course, he was still up for the fun kind of damage. As demonstrated by how the boy procced to reach in and grab onto his sister's panties and, as hard as he was able to, proceeded to give them his best PULL.
"GYAAAHHHHCCCKKK, NYYRRGGHH, TRUUUUMMAAAAN!" his sister cried out, her voice high and strained as her sore bottom was forced to wiggle and squirm, freshly spanked skin rubbing against the inside of the vent as their combined efforts pulled her forward while her underwear got deeper and deeper in between her buttocks.
By the time she was far enough forward, her crack was chafing and pinkened while she was sweating from exertion.
Using his laser around the entrance itself now, Truman finally freed his sister's big bubble butt from the vent.
The family's ride home after Truman freed Tuesday from the vent was one that the teen spent squirming in her seat, her bottom sore and her panties still sticking up above her skirt and tights even after she had managed to remove her wedgie through several minutes of plucking.
And now, with it being the following morning and Tuesday's butt having recovered thanks to the use of multiple ice bags), she was taking out her anger on Truman's own butt and undies.
Still holding the boy up in a wedgie that had him positioned like a handbag and having now pulled down his shorts to expose his wedgied butt, she was now delivering a and spanking to his exposed bottom.
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"YEEOOWWW, PLEEEAASSSE, OWWW, HAVE MERRCCYYYEEEEK, AAAHHHOOOWWWWWW!" As Truman continued to yelp and squeal and beg in his wedgie while Tuesday's hand turned his butt bright red, he did reflect a bit on his actions the previous night.
And he decided that this punishment was totally worth getting to bust her butt like that! Besides, he can always get her back later…
SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!
"OWWOOWWWWW!" Just as soon as he finished icing his butt after this spanking and letting his butt recover from the wedgie.
Delivering one more SMACK to the boy's butt, Tuesday dropped Truman down onto his hands and knees, his bottom now a bright shade of red and glutes still clenching around the fabric invading his crack.
Grinning down at him, Tuesday smugly asked, "Now what did we learn?"
At first hissing, Truman groaned out, "Uugghh… that the next time I punish your big butt, I should prepare for your retaliation, agh, and to always get you as good as I can to make it worth it. "
At first glaring down at him for that answer, Tuesday soon found herself grinning, "Bring it on, bro, I'll be waiting to floss your butt even harder next time."
They were siblings, pranking and squabbling with each other was just another part of their daily lives.