Haruka's Fanfiction

Warning: Contains spanking.

Tricky Treaters (an X-Men: Evolution Halloween fic)

By Haruka (haruka@ymail.com)

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It seemed like a good idea at the time.

Kurt and I were planning to go out for Halloween in a little while, even though we were kinda too old for it. How could we resist, though? We both had perfect built-in costume possibilities.

Kurt's was obvious. All he had to do was go out in his natural form. The rest of the year was spend hiding it from the world, but on Halloween, he could walk the streets in all his blue, fuzzy glory. And be given candy for it.

"It's getting near time to go. What costume have you decided on this year, Rogue?" he asked me curiously from his perch atop the back of the sofa.

"Ah know what Ah _want_ to wear," I said, my Southern accent following his German one. "The question is, how can Ah get across town where Ah can find what Ah need for it and still get back in time to go Trick or Treating?"

Kurt grinned knowingly, showing his fangs. My casual tone hadn't fooled him in the slightest. "If you want a ride, why don't you just say so?" He sprang off the sofa back and landed in front of me. "We've got about half an hour before we wanted to start going around -- we'd better go get your costume right now."

I nodded and smiled. "Thanks, Kurt," I said gratefully.

"No problem," he said easily. "So, where are we 'porting to?"

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"Sorry I asked," he said a few minutes later.

Professor X and Logan had been tracking Sabretooth for a few days now, and Cerebro had found him to be over on the South Side. Even though he had a five-mile radius to search, Logan easily found him. The enormous mutant didn't seem to be up to anything in particular, so although Logan wanted nothing more than to attack him outright, the Prof told him not to. Now that they knew where he was exactly, they could monitor him from the Institute. And it meant I knew just where to have Kurt take me.

We were peering around the corner of a hedge, watching the front door of a run-down trailer.

"This is the place, all right," I said.

"I suppose I'm going to regret this, too," Kurt said, "but I'll be the bait -- you just be ready to grab what you need."

"Gotcha!" I said. Kurt was such a good friend. He never hesitated to do what needed doing to help someone out. We both left our hiding place; he by teleporting and me by running to the trailer and standing poised and ready by the door.

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From what Kurt told me later, Sabretooth was less than thrilled to have him suddenly appear in his temporary hideout. Even more so when Kurt stuck his tongue out at him and went, "Nyaah, nyaah!"

At THOSE obvious fighting words, Sabretooth lunged for Kurt, who bounded right out the front door. Sabretooth followed, of course, but as soon as he cleared the doorway he was mine. I jumped right onto his back and slapped one exposed palm against his forehead.

I felt the familiar flood of memories and power flow into me -- it wasn't the first time I'd used my absorption ability on this man-animal. I held on just a little longer than last time -- not enough to kill him, I didn't want that. But enough so that the effects would give us a good couple of hours Trick or Treating.

Sabretooth fell over like a ton of bricks and I rolled off of him. "Ah think that did it," I said, and my voice sounded like I'd been gargling rocks. Then the other physical changes started. Hair grew all over my body, not just short fuzzy fur like Kurt's, but shaggy brown hair. The hair on my head went from being shoulder-length to waist-length. Long vicious claws grew, ruining my boots as my toes burst out the end. My ears turned pointed as did my incisors.

"That did it for sure!" Kurt agreed in admiration. "You were right, this is a perfect costume! Come on, let's go back and start our rounds while the effects last!" He grabbed my shoulder and teleported us both back to our neighborhood.

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Unbeknownst to us at the time, the Prof, Logan, Ororo, and Hank were all watching three little blips on the Cerebro screen. Obviously I wasn't there to hear what they said exactly -- I only know what basically happened. I figure the conversation went something like this:

"So now there are two more mutants in Sabretooth's vicinity?" Hank said.

"Not just any mutants," the Professor told him. "They're none other than Kurt and our precious Rogue."

"Oh, not Rogue!" Ororo gasped in horror. "Our beautiful, perfect child, within reach of that monster!"

"If Sabretooth so much as breathes on that wonderful girl I'll kill him!" Logan declared.

"Why would our sweet Rogue even be there?" Hank wondered out loud.

"Obviously it must be Kurt's fault," the Professor said decidedly.

"Oh, absolutely," agreed Ororo.

"Of course," said Logan.

"Yes, certainly." Hank nodded. "I should have known."

“The children have moved now," the Professor pointed out. "Kurt's mutant signature just reappeared -- he's somewhere in our area now. Poor Rogue is with him."

"He knows better than to go anywhere near Sabretooth without one of us along," stated Logan, folding his arms. "He'll have to be severely punished."

"But that will mean we'll have to punish Rogue, too!" Ororo protested. "And she's so undeserving!"

"Alas, but she and Kurt were together," Hank lamented, shaking his head sadly. "We've no choice if we don't want to show favoritism amongst the children."

"Hank is right," the Professor said. "Unfortunately, Rogue will have to suffer equally for Kurt's poor judgment. But first, we must find them and bring them back. Suit up, Logan and Ororo -- I'll leave that to you."

And that's when Wolverine and Storm went out looking for us.

In the meantime, our 'costumes' were going over like gangbusters. Every door we stopped at we were raved over and showered with extra candy. One lady even invited us into her house, where her kids were having a Halloween party. We were a big hit, and stuck around for a while to play some party games and eat from the generous spread of cake, cookies, chips and punch.
We were back out on the streets, lugging bags of junk food big enough to make Santa's pack look wimpy, when I felt Sabretooth start to 'leave' me.

"Kurt," I said, "he's waking up."

"Really?" Kurt sounded vaguely disappointed, then grinned. "Ah well, I'd say we did all right, wouldn't you?" He hefted his bulging bag. "I guess we'll just 'port back then, huh? Save us carrying these all that way."

"Suits me," I said, and reached out a hand toward his shoulder so he could include me in the teleportation.

Before I could touch him, there was a gust of wind and Storm alighted from the sky to stand beside us. Then the X-Van's headlights pinpointed us and Wolverine got out.

"Oh, for --!" He took one look at me and scowled. He's not too fond of Sabretooth, and he'd seen me the last time I'd absorbed him. Unfortunately, the effects were only wearing off gradually, so it was still pretty obvious who I had 'been' recently.

"Hi guys," Kurt said, trying to sound cheerful, like he couldn't see their angry expressions. "What are you doing here?"

"Retrieving the two of you," Storm told him.

"We saw you on Cerebro, using your powers," Wolverine said, looking me up and down. "And we know on _who_!"

"Makes a great Halloween costume, don't you think?" I tried, smiling. It probably would have gone over better if I didn't still have Sabretooth's gruff voice and fangs.

"Costume?" Storm said in disbelief. "Is that what you went there for? You risked your lives for a costume?!"

"There wasn't really any risk," Kurt tried to tell her. "It was really fast, just in and out. And look at all the candy we got!" He held up his bag.

"I'll take those!" Wolverine grabbed both our bags. "You two get in the van, NOW!"

Both of us winced. Kurt's pointed ears are always sensitive to volume and thanks to my still having Sabretooth's at the time, mine were, too. We followed obediently and got into the X-Van. Storm climbed in behind us and we all rode home together -- two of us in uneasy silence while the other two seethed.

By the time we got home, I was myself again. Too bad, because I would have really liked some of Sabretooth's healing factor for what came next.

"All right, Rogue," Ororo said as she closed the door of my bedroom. She had asked me to wait there while she went to retrieve something and now I could see what it was -- a heavy wooden hairbrush. Eek.

"Ah could have used that half an hour ago," I joked, referring to length of my hair at that time.

"You could have used this when the idea to pull this crazy stunt entered your mind," Ororo told me frankly. "But don't worry, because we won't put it off any longer." She sat down on the edge of my bed, still holding the brush. "Come here."

Although it was about the last thing in the world I wanted to do (with the possible exception of absorbing Britney Spears), I walked over to the bedside. Ororo looked up at me, her blue eyes serious. "I want you to bare your backside and lay over my lap, Rogue."

"You sure that's such a good idea?" I asked, hoping I could somehow talk her out of it. "You might brush against my skin by accident."

"I'm wearing slacks and using a hairbrush. I'm in no danger," she said. "Now do as I say."

Since there didn't seem to be any way out of it other than running screaming from the room (which wouldn't work well against Ororo, anyway, since she could conjure a gust of wind to push me right back in), I pulled up my skirt and pushed down my tights and underwear. Feeling incredibly exposed and somehow masochistic, I lowered myself over Ororo's knees, adjusting myself awkwardly.

Careful to place her hand on my clothing only, Ororo held me steady as she brought the hairbrush down on my poor defenseless bottom.

"YEOW!" I cried. This was NOT going to be fun.

And it wasn't. Again and again that torture device that was once a simple hairbrush cracked against my bare skin, causing an explosion of pain followed by a burning, stinging sensation that was immediately followed by another explosion. Ororo was no slouch in the spanking department -- I learned that pretty fast. The brush smacked my hind end in enough of a pattern that I knew she'd done this before and often and she knew exactly what would hurt the most. In between screaming and crying and kicking, I imagined how red and sore my butt must look already, and how I'd be cursing under my breath every time I tried to sit for days. My thighs weren't exempt from punishment, either, especially that real sensitive spot at their juncture with my bottom. I suspected I'd be feeling that area especially if I ever got tired of standing up.

I was pretty much a wretched sobbing mess when Ororo finally told me I could get up. I slid off instead, and knelt there on the carpet, crying and feeling sorry for myself as she got to her feet. I felt her hand -- the same one that had wielded the brush so firmly was surprisingly gentle now -- as she stroked my hair, taking care not to touch my scalp.

"I hope you understand, Rogue, that it's only because we love you so much that we have to punish you when you put your life at risk," she said.

"Ah know," I sniffled. It was true, I _did_ know. She probably hadn't enjoyed that spanking anymore than I had. Only judging from how my hiney throbbed, she'd likely recover faster.

She leaned down and kissed the top of my head softly, then left my room. Almost immediately after that, there was a *BAMF!* and a whiff of sulphur.

"Rogue, you all right?" Kurt asked anxiously. His voice sounded funny. I felt his two-fingered hands on my shoulders and I allowed him to help me up. I got dressed as I stood, then looked at him. His furry blue cheeks were wet.

"You too?" I asked.

"Ja," he said and wiped his yellow eyes. "Logan really let me have it. I saw Ororo leave here -- she was carrying a hairbrush."

"Well, she sure couldn't spank me bare-handed, could she?" I almost sat on the bed, then thought better of it. I gave Kurt a hug. "Ah'm sorry Ah got you into this."

"Don't be, it was fun," he admitted, then chuckled ruefully. "Up until about ten minutes ago, anyway!"

"We should do it again next year with me absorbing someone else," I suggested, then winced and rubbed my backside. "Or maybe not!"

"If we _do_," Kurt said seriously. "Let's make sure we hang onto our candy. I haven't seen the bags since Logan took them into the X-Van!"

--

And you know what? Over the next few days, I swear every time I saw one of the adults -- even the Professor -- they were chewing on something suspiciously sweet.

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(2002)

X-Men: Evolution belongs to Marvel.

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