Haruka's Fanfiction

The following wasn't written as a fic, but rather as (edited) excerpts from a spanking RPG called ‘Spanking Refugee Vent’ or ‘Sprefvent’ for short. Since the May 2009 re-set of the game, I’m playing characters from Samurai Sentai Shinkenger, TMNT, and RL performers. Same-sex relationships may be included, ages are altered; nothing is necessarily canon. Please note that although spanking is the main topic in the RPG, characters are allowed to vent about other things, so not ALL excerpts may contain spanking.


Sprefvent - Compilation 63

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

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Since I’m sure that inquiring minds want to know, here are the details of what led to Dean and I hiding in his basement yesterday.

We were hanging out and decided we wanted to go to the mall. Only problem was that neither of us had a vehicle. We first stood around debating over going for the bus or arrangingfor a ride.

"I hate the bus," I said, making a face. "I'd rather call a cab."

"That's expensive, though,” Dean stated. "It seems like a waste of money."

"What else can we do? You think someone would loan us a car?"

He raised an eyebrow at me. "Do YOU?" he asked pointedly.

I gave him a wry smile. "Not anyone who knows me."

He laughed good-naturedly. “So we’re back to square one."

I was looking toward our garage thoughtfully. I didn't spend much time there, since I don’t have a car, and was trying to remember how many vehicles we had. "Come here for a sec.” I headed inside and he followed me.

I glanced at Logan's motorcycle – no way could we start that up without anyone hearing it. The X-van? Overkill.

Scott’s car was the next one I considered, and I didn't really see a reason to go further. It looked great and would be easy to borrow, since Scott was doing something or other in the Danger Room. Plus, it wasn't so noisy that anyone would notice it leaving.

You might wonder how I got the keys. Let's just say that when you can turn invisible and the car's owner is wearing a spandex uniform with no pockets, figuring out the keys are in his room and obtaining them isn't that tough.

Within 15 minutes, we were bombing along to the mall in a speedy sports car.

Dean and I didn't really feel guilty about what we were doing. We were planning to get the car back before Scott would need it, and we would even replace the gas. No biggie, right?

At the mall, we walked around and window-shopped, even headed into some clothing stores to try stuff on (Dean looks really hot in leather pants, by the way.) After a couple of hours and lunch in the food court, we started back to the car.

As you know, Scott's car is a convertible. When we reached it, we were not thrilled to find a group of four guys lounging between our car and the one next to it. The biggest problem was that one of them was actually sitting IN our car.

"Excuse ME," I said, giving him my best WTF look, "you're in our car."

The wiseguy looked me up and down, then smirked in Dean’s direction. "Nothing gets past yer GIRLfriend, huh?"

I gasped indignantly, and Dean smiled in a way that didn't quite reach his eyes. He leaned over the door toward the guy. "First you're in our car, then you insult my friend — you want to come over here and try for three times you’re out?"

The guy gave Dean a smile much like his own and hopped out of the car. The other three guys straightened up and as a result, Dean was close to being surrounded. I quickly moved from the other side of the car to stand by him with all of my intimidating five-foot-eight self (not exactly tiny, but unfortunately not scary, either.)

"You'd be willing to take on all four of us over this?" one of the other guys said in amusement.

Dean glanced at me quickly, and I didn't know what he was thinking at the time, but later he told me. He was worried that if we got in a real fight, it might hurt my career to end up with scars or a broken nose. He turned back to the others. "I'll take you all on alone if I have to, but I'd rather settle this another way."

"How about a race?" I piped up suddenly. "That's your car right?" I pointed to the one they’d been leaning on beside ours. "We’re at the Sunnyview Mall now, we can go all out to see who makes it to the Megaplaza Mall first – that’s four miles away. What do you say?"

"You’re on.” Nodded the guy who had been in our car. "Whoever pulls up in front of the Wal-Mart there first wins. But if you just take off and don't come back, we'll find the two of you wherever you are beat you down so far you'll never get back up."

"Don't worry about that," Dean told him evenly. "We’ll be right there waiting for you when you arrive. Just don't take too long; we've got other things to do today."

I guess there must have been a mall security guard nearby listening to us all this time (maybe someone alerted him that there was about to be a fight in the parking lot?) It had to have been after both cars tore out of there when he called in our licenses to the police.

Dean and I have sworn not to mention who was driving during the race, but I WILL say that we tore into the parking lot of the Megaplaza mall before our opponents did. How do I know that? Because when we got there and saw a police car waiting in front of Wal-Mart, then did a screeching one-eighty and zoomed back for the exit, the car with the other guys in it was just coming in.

I can only imagine that the cops either grabbed the other car because they didn’t have our headstart or that they managed to get away themselves somehow, but we didn’t see the police car again. We got home, put Scott’s car back, and went our separate ways.

That’s when I overheard the conversation I mentioned on the list, where Logan made that remark about how (quote), "When I catch up to that kid, their butt is gonna glow neon like a Motel 6 sign!" (unquote.)

Naturally, when I brought that up on the list, I was hoping he was talking about someone else (sorry, guys.) Then later, Bobby said that from what he heard (again, quote), “The mall security called the police and gave them your license tag after you got into some kind of fight with another group of guys and all of you drove off like maniacs.” (once more, unquote.)

But by then, of course, Dean and I already knew that we were the subjects of the adults’ interest and were hiding in his house under the stairs, holding hands so that my Invisibility power could be shared.

Unfortunately for us, Invisibility doesn’t mask scent, and Logan came looking for us.

“Dean!” Mr. Winchester yelled down the stairs. “Come up here now!”

“You too, Yasuka,” came Logan’s voice.

I sighed and let go of the Invisibility, but couldn’t bring myself to release Dean’s hand. We shared a look of the Condemned and trudged up the stairs. The two men looked like the Grim Reaper and the Spectre of Death when we stood in front of them.

“The police called,” Logan stated in a tone so cold I’m surprised it didn’t crackle. “Seems you two were drag-racing. And in a stolen car at that.”

“Borrowed car,” I corrected meekly. “We brought it back.”

“Do you have any idea how dangerous drag-racing is?!” Dean’s father demanded. “You could have been killed or killed somebody else!”

“And if you were lucky enough to survive you still might have wrecked Scott’s car,” Logan added. “You know, the ‘borrowed’ one.”

Who knew he could sound so sarcastic? “We had to do something,” Dean said. “It was race those guys or fight them and the race seemed like the lesser –“

“Of two evils?” Mr. Winchester finished seriously. “Both those options were bad choices, son. Don’t tell me you couldn’t have walked away.”

We looked at each other. I suppose we could have DRIVEN away, with that guy in Scott’s back seat, but what would we have done with him later?

Logan clamped his meathook onto my arm and looked at Dean’s father. “I’m taking this one home now; we’ll finish it there. Sorry about this, John.”

“Same here, Logan. Dean, go to your room, I’ll be there directly.”

Dean and I exchanged another look before the Condemned began walking the Green Mile.

Did Logan make good on his promise to make my butt glow neon? It sure felt like it yesterday, and I’m still not sitting too well today. My explanation of events didn’t do a thing to cool his viewpoint on things, and if anything, made it worse by virtue of the fact that I refused to tell him who was driving during the race. It was something Dean and I had agreed on, and I wasn’t going to spill it for anything. I knew he wouldn’t, either.

I’m sorry, Scott, about taking your car. I won’t do it again, mainly because as soon as my butt stops throbbing I’m going out to buy my own car. If Dean is able (and allowed to), maybe he’d be willing to come with me to pick one out.

And once I’ve got it I’ll be keeping the keys on me at all times. Too many potential car thieves around here. ;)

Yasuka

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End of Part 63

(2009)

No characters here are mine.

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