X-Men Issue #5: Proving Grounds (Patreon)

The final issue in the first arc of my X-Men.

A week had passed since the incursion by Mystique. Ororo had ordered the school to be under security lockdown for the for seeable future. The current head of the Xavier School and leader of the X-Men had sent Beast out with the younger and non-combat trained students out on a field trip. It was clear something was going down and soon. 

They tried to keep some semblance of normalcy at the school and today was going to be like no other until the alarms started blaring. The X-Men had a plan in place as they met in the library, all appearing within seconds. 

She looked at her gathered team and everyone was accounted for. She began walking with the students in toe, ready to face down whatever threat was coming their way. Ororo brought up the security footage on her tablet and saw no disturbances, but she knew cameras could be tricked. 

“Lock down the mansion.” Storm ordered as they walked from the library to the main sitting room in the West Hall. She stopped in her tracks as her eyes left the screen. The mansion had already been breeched. 

 There was a figure sitting in the chair, reading a newspaper. He was tall and thin with silver hair. He was wearing a pair of black biking shorts and a t-shirt made of the same material in garish blue and gray colors. His sneakers were the same gray and blue, the tops look fresh but towards the bottom the rubber looked well worn. 

“Oh, hello nerds.” Pietro Maximoff said as he folded up the newspaper. He looked up at the group and smiled, knowing there was nothing the group could do to stop a mutant like him. 

Before any of them could speak, Pietro was moving. He was one of the fastest things on the planet and in the mansion right now he was the fastest thing by a wide margin. 

The speedster knew what his mission was, but he also wanted to have a little fun with it. If he was going to keep the X-Men busy, he was going to do it his way and his way was not fun for everyone but him. 

His first stop was Scott, who was on the outside. He quickly undid the visor wearing mutant's cargo shorts and pulled them to his ankles, exposing his red and white plaid boxers. Next to Scott was his sister, Lorna.  

He always loved embarrassing her. The fastest mutant on the East Coast undid his green haired sister’s jeans, pulling them down to her ankles. This time Lorna went with a black thong as opposed to the matching green ones she wore in the past. 

Jubilee was next to her. Pietro had heard all about this dork and how she turned down Mystique. He pulled down her shorts quick even for him exposing her bright yellow granny panties.  

Alison was near her friends, which made her the next target. Her white sweatpants easily went down, and Pietro was almost disappointed to find out she was wearing white briefs under those. Nothing fun for the Dazzler. 

He moved on to the other side of students. 

The ice powered mutant was the closest and Pietro had forgotten his name was Bobby. He was the one he had interacted with the least but enjoyed yanking down his gym shorts exposing his bright blue boxer-briefs to the room. 

Jean, one of Pietro’s favorite targets was next. Deep down he thought he might have a crush on her, but that was something to unpack later. Now it was time for fun. He undid her jeans and brought them down exposing her beige briefs, so boring like she always picked. 

The goth Rogue was next. Pietro wished he had a better memory. Mystique had told him something about the goth, something important he just didn’t remember what. He gave up trying to remember what and undid her belt and black jeans. The oversized pants needed a slight push to fall to Rogue’s ankles showing the goth’s softer side with her black boyshorts with white skulls on them. 

Evan was last of the students. Pietro had no data on him as Mystique had gotten nothing besides, he was Storm’s cousin. His black jeans were the toughest to get down as they were skinny, but Pietro got a good laugh at seeing Captain America’s shield logo across his boxers. 

He moved to Storm as she was going to be his favorite and last. Of all his encounters with Storm, he had never actually pranked her and he wasn’t going to waste that opportunity. She stood there in her long black skirt just asking to be embarrassed.  

Pietro walked up behind her and smiled; it was the best day ever. He yanked her long black skirt to the ground leaving the teacher and leader standing in her navy-blue Calvin Klein briefs with white stripes. He admired Storm’s athletic legs for a moment. 

He took a moment to look at the group of X-Men, the toughest of the tough. Bravest of the brave. Heroes all and laughed at them. 

For them a blink of an eye passed as Pietro was sitting then standing before them laughing. The group all looked down and had some reaction of embarrassment or rage or both. 

“Why you little-.” Storm let the curses she wanted to expel die in her throat as she pulled her skirt back up. The rest of the team did the same, with Evan having the most trouble due to his tight pants. 

“You guys are supposed to be badasses?” Pietro mocked as he ran circles around them again, creating a small tornado before running off and returning. The warning siren stopped and Ororo looked to her tablet, their defenses were offline. She could see Mystique leading Callisto, Shadowcat and Wanda right into the building through the front door. 

Scott blasted at where Pietro was standing, his red eye beams lighting up the room for the moment. The speedster had no problem dodging and the only thing damaged was the chair he had been sitting in, which exploded from the blast. 

Pietro was gone as the dust cleared and Ororo shot a look Scott, who shrugged and apology. Before Storm could chastise the younger mutant or issue an order she was blinded by fabric. All the X-Men had as the speedster had raided their rooms. 

The leader of the X-Men pulled the fabric off of her head to discover it was a pair of her undergarments, a white pair of Calvin Klein bikini briefs. She held up the pair of bikini briefs and rage began to wash over her. A rage that doubled as she felt Pietro rush by her and deliver a firm slap to her rear. 

Storm dropped her undies and looked to the tablet. She could see the enemy forces were splitting up and the X-Men would need to cover it.  

“Jean, Rogue.” Storm said as the redhead wrestled her green briefs that said “Kiss Me I’m Irish” on the back. Rogue had an easier time as the black lace boyshorts were easily removed from her head. “Go deal with Pietro. He should be in the dorms.” 

The pair nodded and ran off, though neither was enthusiastic about dealing with him. 

“Polaris, Cyclops.” She said as Lorna got the black thong her brother placed on her head off, they had been in a pack with the pair she was wearing. Scott yanked off the yellow and blue plaid boxers that were on his head, leaving his hair a mess and a sour puss on his face. “Deal with Wanda, she is heading towards the upper floors.” 

Scott ran off while Polaris needed a moment. The idea of facing her sister did not excite her, but she pushed those feelings down and followed Scott. 

“Jubilee, Spyke.” The Asian American mutant at hearing her name stopped trying to get her large pink briefs off her head and stood at attention with only one eye visible. Spyke pulled the black with green hulk fist boxers off his head. “You two deal with our one-eyed friend. She is guarding the main door to protect their escape route.”  

The pair nodded and began to march off towards their objective. Jubilee had to stop and finish pulling the pink briefs off her head before she continued following Spyke. 

“Dazzler, Iceman.” Storm said finally turning to the last pair. Bobby pulled the power blue boxer-briefs off his head while Alison pulled the green pair of panties off hers. He shot her a confused look. 

“I like some colors.” Alison said, blushing, as Ororo gave them their orders. 

“I need you two to find that phasing mutant. She could be anywhere. I will deal with Mystique.” Storm said, turning and rushing off to face her adversary. 

“Crap.” Bobby said as they were left to hunt the grounds for Shadowcat, whom neither had a good experience with. They trudged off brainstorming where to look as the battle for the Xavier School commenced.  

Spyke and Jubilee reached their target first.  

Calisto stood in front of the door. She was dressed in leather pants, leather boots and a leather vest over a ripped T-shirt. She had her eye patch in place as she juggled daggers, which she had dozens strapped to her belt. Her frizzy black hair was slicked back to give her perfect vision.  

“I know you are there girl, come out and face me like a true mutant.” Callisto called. Her mutant ability was tied to her senses, and she could tell Jubilee was right behind the corner. 

The pair stepped out ready for battle. Jubilee straightened her out fit, a yellow shirt and jean shorts, before stepping out to face Callisto. Spyke didn’t do the same as his skinny jeans and hoodie conveyed the look he wanted. He did lower the hood to show off his bleach blond buzz cut hair. 

“Well, well, well.” Callisto said as she took a step towards them. “If it isn’t the wedgie girl.” 

Callisto meant it as an insult but all it did was get a grin from Jubilee and confusion from Evan. 

“Wedgie girl?” Spyke asked, giving Jubilee a confused glance. 

“I might have given her a wedgie to save Polaris and Dazzler.” Jubilee said with a slight giggle and even Evan smiled. Callisto didn’t like being laughed at. Yes, she had been humiliated by this welp, but she was going to give it back tenfold.  

“I’ll end you both.” The one-eyed mutant said as she tossed her first dagger at Jubilee. Luckily for the plasma firing mutant, Spyke was there and deflected the knife with a well-timed spike. Callisto plucked another knife from her belt and moved to engage. 

Upstairs, Rogue and Jean had just gotten to the living tornado that was Quicksilver. He was ransacking their rooms, running all over with no care just messing with whatever he could. 

Pietro stopped in front of them with a smirk.  

“Took you long enough.” And he was gone again. 

“Can you box him in?” Rogue asked Jean, who closed her eyes and concentrated. It was easier to use her telekinesis on things she could see, but he moved so fast it was difficult to see him or keep an eye on him. 

“I don’t think so.” Jean said a moment later, opening her eyes. Any time she set up a barrier, he moved around it too quick to be captured.  

“How do we stop him?” Rogue asked as Pietro ransacked room after room. Items were strewn about the halls as he grabbed things just to move them. Jean didn’t have time to answer as they both dodged an incoming speaker from Evan’s room.  

More things were tossed down the hall where the two had been standing. Pietro moved further down heading towards staff rooms, Rogue and Jean stepped out. Before they could follow they needed to come up with a plan. 

“We need an idea, something to slow him down or stop him.” Rogue said as she had no idea coming. If she could grab him, she could slow him down but that was impossible.  

“I got lucky last time mayb-.” Jean had been saying but a rush of a breeze cut her off as she stopped speaking. 

One moment Rogue was talking to Jean normally. The next, her friend’s face was a mask of pain. Before the goth could even ask her friend, what was wrong, she could see the issue as the speedster’s head and hands appeared behind the telepath, appearing like a mirage.  

Pietro's head was smiling, and his hands were bringing up some beige fabric. Rogue had a good idea what that was as before she could blink the speedster brought the beige undies up over Jeans head and forced them over her eyes. Rogue was just starting to blink, and Pietro was off. 

“Argh.” Jean said going from being comfortable to having her undies over her head. Rogue winced as her own wedgie experiences hadn’t been pleasant, but this looked worse. 

“I hate him.” Jean growled, her voice a few octaves higher as she tried to remove the underpants from her head. She wasn’t having much luck as the fabric didn’t want to do much. The goth grabbed the waistband and slid it off Jean’s head. 

“Thanks.” Jean said as she tried to pick the panties out of her butt as effectively as possible. Pietro was down the hall now rushing through other rooms. 

“Let’s go.” Rogue said as the start of an idea began forming. 

Alison and Bobby made their way through the mansion, theorizing where the Shadowcat might be. They didn’t have to theorize for long as she came to them. 

“Hiya, guys.” Shadowcat said as Iceman and Dazzler both jumped a bit in fright. They had gotten a bit jumpy as it was like chasing a ghost. Bobby launched a blast of freezing ice from his hand. Shadowcat had been prepared as it phased through her just leaving a frozen spot of wall.  

“I was hoping we could talk.” The Shadowcat said as the mutant dressed all in black stepped towards them. 

“Talk about this.” Dazzler said firing off a blazing light show. The criminal mutant was prepared and ducked through a wall to appear behind Dazzler. 

“That was a bit uncalled for don’t you think?” They turned to face Shadowcat, who was trying her best not to fight. 

“I know we got off on the wrong foot. My name is Kitty. Kitty Pryde.” The phasing mutant said introducing herself.  

“Why are you introducing yourself?” Dazzler asked as she threw a punch covered in white light to explode on impact, a disorienting punch but Kitty just walked through her. Bobby tried aiming down, freezing the floor to cause Mystique’s underling to trip. Kitty’s feet just phased over that not losing traction. 

Alison lost traction though as her throwing her punch and the ice caused her to trip and land hard on her back. Kitty also lashed out with a sweep kick to knock Bobby onto his back. 

“I didn’t want to do that, but I was hoping we could talk.” Kitty said standing over them. 

“Oh, we are going to make you talk.” Bobby said weakly as he pointed at her.  

“Yeah, we are going to get you good.” Alison said also regaining her breath. Kitty sighed; it was going to be a long day. 

Below them Storm had followed Mystique’s path to the X-Men facility. The current leader was a bit disappointed how easily it seemed the shape shifter made it past all their defenses. Ororo stepped out onto the main level, it was a silver corridor with many sliding doors that led to other rooms and other levels. They had built it to withstand outside forces from interfering, but once inside it wasn’t difficult to move around. 

“Still figuring out what I am doing? I knew you were the slow one, Storm.” The shape shifter’s voice echoed from further inside the X-Men facility. The weather controlling mutant didn’t hide her walking through the rooms she once felt safe in. 

“I am not Quicksilver; I do not run. Come face me, if you have the guts.” Mystique continued to taunt. “But from what I’ve seen recently you have been taken out by childishness.” 

“I’m above your petty taunting.” Storm said mostly ignoring Mystique’s attempts to bait her. She didn’t know what the shape shifter was planning, but she knew it wouldn’t be good. She marched down the hall when she saw what the shape shifting mutant was up to. 

Mystique had attached a device to the door of Cerebro, the room where Professor Xavier could reach out around the world and find new mutants. Whatever the blue skinned mutant wanted with Cerebro had to be stopped.  

“Mystique.” Storm called as she turned the corridor into a wind tunnel. Mystique quickly finished what she was doing and turned to face Storm. Ororo let the winds die down as they faced off. In sheer power Ororo had Mystique beaten easily, but the shape shifter was the trickest of all mutants and always had a plan. 

“You know in a different world we’d have been powerful allies.” Mystique’s voice almost sounded sorrowful. She didn’t want to fight mutants, but any that stood in the way of wiping out humanity had to go. 

“If only you weren’t a genocidal maniac.” Storm said as her eyes went white. Ororo formed a bolt of lightning and thew it. 

Mystique’s went low to dodge the lightning bolt, it slammed into the door of Cerebro leaving little more than a scorch mark. The shape shifter closed the gap and before Storm could summon another one, they were locked in combat.  

While Storm was no slouch, Mystique was a much better hand to hand fighter. Few people on the planet could match her, fewer could best her. If someone had asked Ororo last week, she would have said she could have held her own. Now actaully facing the shape shifter, she knew she was out matched. 

Storm through one of the best punches she would ever throw. Perfect form with the perfect weight. It did rip a bit of the sleeve on her black t-shirt, but it was still perfect.  

And Mystique still dodged it. Like a contortionist, she went down low before popping back up. Mystique didn’t come up by herself though, she grabbed the hem of Storm’s skirt to bring with her, exposing the blue with white striped Calvin Klein bikini briefs to the hallway. 

Storm’s skirt was pulled up and blocked her view. She missed Mystique getting low again. She was so thrown off she couldn’t prepare for the stiff punch the shape shifting mutant sent to her breadbasket. 

Ororo was doubled over almost instantly from the punch, the air being driven from her. She held her stomach and instinctively turned away from Mystique to protect her head. The shape shifter wasn’t after Storm’s head yet, she instead grabbed the bottom of the weather controlling mutant’s skirt and flipped that up and over her back. Now the rear of her bikini briefs were exposed, which Storm filled out nicely, but she would have rather kept them under her skirt.  

Storm felt her enemy’s hand on her waistband and expected another wedgie. Which she did get, but Mystique’s focus wasn’t on that. Mystique’s other hand grabbed the collar of Storm’s shirt. With more force than Ororo was ready for Mystique pulled forward, giving Ororo a large wedgie that exposed her dark cheeks to the room cut in half by her blue with white striped undies. But her concern wasn’t with her wedgie for long as Mystique rammed Storm headfirst into the wall. The shape shifter just needed something to propel her by. 

Ororo crumpled to the floor, her skirt mostly covering, though it was obvious her underpants were rammed between her cheeks. Mysituqe stood over her for a moment, waiting to see if she moved but Ororo was out of it for now, leaving the shape shifter back to her task. 

Mystique clapped her hands a few times to signify she was done with Storm and went back to the lock. The device was slowly unlocking Cerebro for her. 

Polaris and Cyclops had run into the Scarlet Witch almost immediately. They knew they had found her when the red leather jacket wearing mutant used her powers to fling a couch at them. Scott managed to roll out of the way blasting an eye beam at Wanda. 

Lorna had not been so lucky and landed under the couch with a whoomf. She was out of the fight for the moment as her sister and her least favorite classmate fought. Scott kept up the pressure, blasting long beams of energy from his visor at Wanda. 

To her credit, nothing seemed to phase the witch as she either used her powers or furniture to block Scott’s blasts. She had just used Bobby’s Playstation, which Scott knew would lead to a fight with his friend later, when Polaris reentered the fight. 

The magnetic mutant pulled the screws loose from the couch she had been pinned under, letting it fall apart around her and fired them at her sister like a nail gun. Wanda blocked each with a wave of her hand as red energy caught the screws. 

“Did little sister come to play or to fight?” Wanda asked taunting her sister. 

“You came a long way for an ass whooping.” Polaris said as she undid more metal screws and began forming them like clay into new shapes. 

“Yeah.” Scott said trying not to be left out. Wanda just waved her hand at him. Scott fired a blast at where he thought Wanda was conjuring, but all that did was hit her shield. He had missed her forming a ball of mutant magical energy at crotch height and she fired it right into his groin. 

Scott let out a cry as he fell to the ground cupping his manhood that had been crushed. Polaris offered him no sympathy as this was a fight between sisters. 

The fight at the front door wasn’t going much better for the X-Men.  

Callisto was good at hand-to-hand combat, which is what Spyke had decided to engage her on. Her knife and his bone spikes intersected, but she was stronger than she looked forcing him backs with stabs and swipes.  

Jubilee did her best to fire at Callisto with her plasma powers, but the older mutant managed to dodge the blasts, having learned her lesson from their first fight. The two X-Men were breathing heavily as they took a few steps back to regroup. 

Callisto stood where she had in front of the door making sure no one got in our out. She barely looked tired. 

“What do we do?” Spyke asked as Jubilee had beaten her before. It helped that the smaller mutant had the element of surprise when she did, but they had fought. 

“Two on one, we should be able to take her down.” 

“Well, we haven’t.” Which was true. They held their own but slowly they were giving up energy for a stalemate. 

“I’ll let you leave boy, just give me the girl.” Callisto said wanting revenge on Jubilee. She wasn’t interested in Spyke in the slightest. 

“Aww, you want me to kick your butt one on one again?” Jubilee asked in a mocking tone. She didn’t have much besides annoying the one-eyed mutant, who gritted her teeth remembering the humiliation. 

“I’m going to make it so you can’t even speak without talking through your underpants.” Callisto said as she ran at Jubilee with her knife raised, ready to slash at the smaller woman. 

Spyke intercepted with a pair of spikes to hold Callisto off. Their weapons locked, each jockeying to overpower the other.  

“You can’t beat me boy, I am too strong.” The one-eyed mutant said as the tested their strength. She was correct, her mutant powers gave her more strength than the average man and Spyke could already feel his arms wavering. 

But instead of looking worried he smiled instead. 

“Don’t need to beat you, just keep you busy.” He said as Jubilee brought her hands together and unloaded a large blast of plasma fireworks from her hands. Callisto was blasted back and on the ropes. 

Back upstairs, things were not going great against Pietro. The speedster was easily out maneuvering anything Jean tried to use to contain him. He moved too fast for her to use her telepathy. For her troubles Jean’s bra had been snapped, two wet willies, a supersonic noogie and she was fixing her beige briefs once again from the massive wedgie he had just given her.  

Rogue had avoided most of it because Pietro liked messing with Jean more. Though the goth had her entire contents of her underwear drawer dropped over her. 

“I have nothing.” Jean said as she was at the end of picking the wedgie Quicksilver had just given her. Rogue watched and an idea formed. One she didn’t like but it might just work. 

“I have an idea.” Rogue said and it was a dumb one, but it was the best she could come up with. “Try to force him this way and stay here.” 

“What do you have planned?” Jean asked, but Rogue didn’t answer. She walked out into the hallway and prepared to humiliate herself.  

Pietro had proven to be a prankster and a perv, Rogue was going to bait the trap. She reached into the back of her pants and pulled her underwear up a little. Not a lot, but enough to be noticeable as she pulled up her black boyshorts and there was one skull sticking out with a toothy grin. 

With a good inch of undies exposed, Rogue bent over pretending to breathe heavily, allowing her metal shirt to rise and skin to be exposed. She hoped the fastest perv alive wouldn’t be able to resist humiliating her. She felt awkward standing there while Jean watched her wondering what she was doing.  

Rogue’s mind had raced on how to grab Pietro, but he was too quick. So, the idea switched, what if she made him grab her. He wasn’t wearing gloves, so in theory when he grabbed her his fingers would touch her back. Hopefully before he delivered some kind of super speed wedgie. 

Thirty seconds passed, nothing. Minutes passed, nothing. Rogue was about to give up and felt stupid for such a plan when it all happened at once. Her super speed wedgie had come.  

Without any warning, her boyshorts grew tight as Pietro grabbed them with one hand and yanked forward. Rogue was launched off balance as the speedster began to drag her down the hallway by the skull covered boyshorts. While the pain was great as her boyshorts went from inside her pants to a high waisted thong, she could also feel Pietro’s hand touching her exposed skin.  

It wasn’t a lot of skin on skin contact but it was enough. The moment the contact was made, she had begun absorbing his powers before even Pietro could realize it was happening. They crashed in a heap down the hall as Pietro had touched Rogue too long. He was weak and disoriented. 

Rogue wasted no time and rolled Pietro over, stripping her gloves off and touching his face with her hands. She absorbed as much power as she could without seriously harming him. He might wake up soon, but he’d be powerless for at least the rest of the day. 

“Rogue, you did it.” Jean said cheering as she raced down to her friend. The goth was just getting up. 

Rogue got up and felt funny. Everything felt like it was going in slow motion as she moved. Jean seemed to be moving so much slower than normal. No wonder Pietro liked messing with her, there was almost nothing her friend could do to stop her if Rogue messed with her. 

She knew that it was a bit of Pietro’s personality rubbing off with the transfer. It wasn’t a sure fire thing to get a piece of personality even for a little bit, but it happened often enough Rogue was prepared. 

“I did it alright, just had to sacrifice my butt for it.” The goth pointed to her stretched boyshorts. Jean blushed knowing what it was like to get a super speed wedgie. What she didn’t get to experience was what Rogue did next. The goth used her new powers to drop her pants and fix the massive wedgie she had been given, getting her boyshorts back to where she liked them, out of her butt. She pulled her pants back up and it had just looked like a blur of motion to Jean. 

“What about him?” Jean asked as they looked down to Pietro. He was unconcious and rolled over, using a discarded pile of clothes as a pillow. He even began to snore. 

Pietro was snoring at their feet defenseless.  

“What have to, right?” Rogue asked as Jean was reading her mind without using her powers. 

“I wouldn’t normally condone this but yes, we have to.” The red head replied. Both women bent down and reached into his running shorts and grabbed Pietro’s speedo. The two friends looked at each other in unison and nodded. They hiked Pietro’s little silver underpants out of his shorts. The spandex material stretched with ease. 

Pietro barely made a sound outside of snoring as the leg holes of his silver speedo easily came out of his running shorts. The stretchy underpants made it to his shoulder blades as both women laughed at giving him a taste of his own medicine, even if he wasn’t conscious for it. They made sure he got the wedgie of a lift time before tying him up with some of the discarded clothes. Rogue was pretty sure he wouldn’t wake up for hours, but why take that chance.  

“If I still have this power when this is all over.” Rogue said as she made sure her gloves were back on in place. “We should totally give Scott a super speed wedgie.” 

“Deal.” Jean said as they raced off to help their fellow X-Men. 

Downstairs Dazzler and Iceman could certainly use the help. Shadowcat, also known as Kitty Pryde was making short work of the pair, even though she just wished to talk. After using the pair’s powers against them she tried once more to get the ball of discussion going. 

“Can’t we just talk?” Kitty asked as they had been fighting for a few minutes now to no avail. 

“Ow. No, do you give up yet?” Bobby asked as Kitty had gotten an upper hand on the pair. Bobby was currently face first pressed against the wall. His bright blue boxer-briefs were currently being hiked up his back by Kitty with one hand. 

“Stop asking her that.” Alison said, her face pressed up against the wall next to him. Bobby had asked a dozen times and all it did was make them lose worse. Her white briefs were also hiked up her back as Kitty kept them pressed against the wall while giving them wedgies. 

“I think we have her on the ropes.” Bobby said as Kitty pulled the pair away from the wall by their underpants. 

“Sure, you do. Can we just talk now?” The smaller woman asked as she gave one last decent sized yank before letting the waistbands snap back against Iceman and Dazzler’s lower backs. The pair began picking their wedgies while turning to face the much smaller woman, both Alison and Bobby were already preparing to swear each other to secrecy. 

“So, as I was saying. I would like to surrender.” Kitty said giving up to the pair. Both looked flabbergasted as Kitty held up her hands. “But I’d like some conditions.” 

There was always a catch. They finished picking their wedgies waiting for Kitty to ask for more. Which she did. 

“I would like my surrender to be taken into consideration when arrested.” She said. 

“Sure.” Bobby said, not that he could promise such a thing. She smiled and nodded as she continued her list of demands. 

“I would like to join the Xavier School for Gifted Mutants.” 

“What?” Alison asked as she finished plucking the white fabric from her rear. 

“I would like to join. After talking to Lorna, this place seems really cool and a good place to be.” Kitty said, which made sense. She didn’t have the best structure for a future under Mystique. 

“And lastly, no revenge will be taken by anyone against me for any transgressions I made while part of the Sisterhood of Mutants.” Kitty said. She looked to Alison and bobby, who both crossed their arms in disagreement, there would be revenge or no deal. 

“Fine, some revenge.” The smaller mutant said. 

“Starting now.” Alison added as she grabbed Kitty by the shoulder turning the smaller mutant around. Shadowcat let it happen, she knew that she had gotten one up on them plenty and she wanted to join there team. Of course there would be some revenge hazing.  

She just didn’t realize how uncomfortable it would be as Bobby and Alison both reached into her black leggings and lifted. Kitty’s eyes crossed and her hands went to her crotch as her future teammates lifted her into the air by her purple and pink floral granny panties. Alison laughed at Kitty, while Bobby focused on making this a devastating wedgie. 

Kitty was easily suspended in the air as she was smaller than them. She kicked her feet as the cotton invaded her lower regions as Alison and Bobby got some measure of revenge. Kitty had been the more of the one giving these past few weeks that taking was a bit new for her. The purple floral undies were out on all sides as in the back they were almost touching her shoulder blades, while the sides were on her ribs and front had slid up to almost be at her belly button.  

“This is penance for all the bad stuff, right?” Kitty asked, her voice a bit of a squeak as she was lifted off the ground.  

“Sure.” Alison said as she and Bobby lowered Kitty just to lift her into the air again. Kitty was bounced repeatedly by her could be new classmates and she almost thought she had made the wrong choice when the pair put her down. The X-Men hopeful slowly began stuffing her underpants back into her pants.  

“We good?” Kitty asked as she began picking the wedgie. 

“Yeah, we go-.” Bobby began to say before Alison interrupted. 

“We have to make sure you have no other weapons or spy gear on you.” Dazzler said pushing the revenge a bit further. Kitty sighed, she should have seen this coming, but she couldn’t say she didn’t deserve it.  

A few minutes later, Kitty had finished picking her wedgie and her granny panties were back in place. The issue now was she was cold. Kitty had stripped off her shirt and pants, she was now just standing in her white bra and purple floral granny panties.  

“Now we can take your prisoner.” Alison said with a laugh. Bobby was grinning ear to ear at getting this level of revenge. 

“This school better be worth it.” Kitty said to herself as the trio made their way further into the house.  

Across the house Wanda was having her way with her sister and Scott. The pair had not penetrated her defenses and she was actually holding them off better than anyone expected. Wanda’s mutant magics formed barriers, flung objects and just stopped anything the pair of X-Men could throw at her. 

“I knew Lorna was weak, but I expected better from the great Cyclops.” Wanda taunted the more experienced of the pair. He did not like and showed the Scarlet Witch in the nicest possible way. 

Scott unleashed a full blast at Wanda, but her mutant magics managed to block the blast. Even she was pushed back from the force of the blast. The magical shield began to crack just as Scott stopped his blast. The strain on his eyes was too much and even he couldn’t keep up that kind of power forever. 

Wanda was breathing heavily after deflecting the hit. She was powerful, but that blast had rocked her. She recovered quick though as her hands twisted to summon her mutant magics to break Scott.  

She would have broken him in half with what she was preparing but Lorna stepped in.  

The metal bending mutant turned what screws and nails she took apart and formed a floating orb of liquid metal that she shot at Wanda. The mutant witch saw it coming and tried to dodge, but her left hand became encased in the substance, taking away some of her ability to craft magic. 

“You little brat.” Wanda spat at her sister. The witch unleashed a blast at Polaris. The green-haired mutant jumped out of the way as the force of a cannon blast destroyed the wood floor she had been standing on. 

Wanda tried to break the metal on her hand, but she was unable to use her powers, lest she run the risk of losing the hand. Wanda tried to squeeze her hand out. She grabbed it with her free hand only to feel the metal start to absorb her free hand too. After a moment both of Wanda’s hands were stuck in the metal orb while Polaris stalked towards her. 

“I expected better from the Scarlet Witch.” Lorna said as her sister barred her teeth at her.  

“You stupid, little bi-.” Wanda began to say but a blast of energy slammed into her, blasting her into a wall. Lorna looked over to see Scott had recovered. He had lowered his visor to stun, which Wanda was as she slid down the wall.  

“Ow.” Wanda said in a whimper. 

“I’ll handle her. You should go help the others.” Lorna said she wanted some alone time with her defenseless sister. Scott took the hint, not that he was needed as the other fights were winding down. 

“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” He said as he raced off hoping to find the rest of his team in one piece. Scott was barely around the corner when he could hear Wanda’s cry for pain.  

He stopped and wondered if he should go back. While Wanda was going to jail, they shouldn’t be torturing her. He moved back and peaked his head around the corner to make sure Lorna wasn’t doing anything too bad to her sister. 

He stifled at laugh at the scene. 

Lorna had gotten Wanda to her feet and was currently yanking the Scarlet Witch’s red lace boyshorts up her back. Scott took mental note of how funny it was and left to the sweet sounds of Wanda’s discomfort.  

Down by the front door the fighting was pretty much over. Callisto had been knocked into next Tuesday as Spyke and Jubilee stood over her. While Evan stood over her, Jubilee was kneeling down finishing her handiwork. 

“What do you think?” The Asian American mutant asked as she stood up to join Evan. The spike throwing mutant couldn’t help but laugh at what his partner had done to Callisto. 

“I think this is messed up.” He said mostly laughing. 

“Yeah, Lorna and Alison did something similar to me our first week here.” She said as Evan raised an eyebrow. He took a mental note not to piss off Lorna. 

Callisto was tied up, Jubilee had learned some epic knot making skills in the girl scouts as Callisto’s arms were tied behind her back and her ankles tied together, from there a piece of curtain she had used as a binding tied her ankles to her wrists.  

Jubilee had also made sure there was some humiliation in it for Callisto. She had found a marker and drawn a mustache on the one-eyed mutant’s face and wrote loser across her forehead. She had also pulled Callisto’s leather pants to her knees exposing the large peach colored underpants the evil mutant wore. 

Callisto blinked awake realizing something was wrong. She started to move only to realize she was tied up. She also felt the cold floor on her thighs. She looked and saw her pants were down. 

“No, not again.” The one-eyed mutant struggled as Spyke and Jubilee had a laugh at her expense.  

“Oh, I know.” Jubilee uncapped the marker and got down again. Callisto tried to struggle in vain as Jubilee wrote on the waistband of the peach-colored panties. 

“You are so mean.” Spyke said as he saw what she wrote. 

“Yeah, I learned from the best.” Jubilee said as she recapped the marker. She had written nerd alert on the waistband of Callisto’s large underpants.  

Below in the secretive portions of the Xavier School, Storm was getting to her feet. Her head was killing her, and her butt was a bit uncomfortable as she plucked her Calvin Klein briefs from her rear. She got her long skirt back in place as the shape shifter left Cerebro. 

“Too late. I got everything I wanted.” Mystique said with a laugh as she held up the device that copied every mutant file that Cerebro had ever found, not that Ororo knew she had it. All she saw was an oversized thumb drive. 

“I will give you one chance.” Storm said as her eyes began to flash white. 

“I kicked your ass once; I’ll do it again.” Mystique said as she changed shape.  

The fight was on in the next instant. Storm fired lightning bolts from her fingers as Mystique changed her shape rapidly as she dodged as best she could. The shape shifter would be herself one moment, the Storm the next followed by Logan or Beast or Evan or Jean.  

The fight spilled into the elevator and back up. In the tight confines, Mystique had the advantage as she pinned Storm to the wall, only for the doors to open and the weather controlling mutant to fling her out and into the school proper. 

Mystique hit the wall hard as she slumped to the floor out of breath, but still ready to fight. She had that fight instinct till she realized the drive with all the information she sought was not in her hand. She looked up just in time to see Storm blast it with a bolt of lightning from her fingertip. 

“Oops.” The weather controlling mutant said as she faced off with the shape shifter. Mystique was enraged. All the hard work she had put in for nothing as Ororo had just vaporized it. She didn’t care if she went to jail, died or escaped. She just wanted to make her enemy pay. 

Mystique jumped at Ororo like an animal but was caught in an updraft of wind. Storm unleashed a torrent of power she could barely control. The shape shifter was caught and flung towards the wall as it disintegrated from the force of the wind.  

Storm realized she had used a bit to much power as Mystique’s flying form disappeared from view leaving just a hole in the wall. She had no time to worry about the eil mutant as her students were at risk. 

Ororo rushed to find them, only to find one by one that all the students were safe the enemy mutants had been taken care of, in some unorthodox ways. After the attacking mutants were rounded up, Ororo called a special number that was only to be used in cases of emergencies. 

Thirty minutes later a S.H.I.E.L.D transport dropped and agents exited the flying craft. 

“Agent Hill.” Ororo said as she walked out to greet the head of the team. Standing before her was Maria Hill, a no-nonsense woman with short brown hair in a shield one piece jumper. 

“Actually, it is Acting Director Hill, Ms. Munroe.” Acting Director Hill stated as her men began rounding up the mutants for processing. Ororo gave the S.H.I.E.L.D director the rundown of what happened. Maria just nodded along without interrupting.  

Ororo was just finishing up when Mystique’s team was being loaded into the transport. The mutants being led on looked disheveled but no worse for wear. 

“So, Mystique got away?” Maria Hill asked. She didn’t bother trying to hide any disappointment. She kept her eyes on Pietro and Wanda as Storm confirmed that the shape shifter had gotten away. 

“Well, if she returns you know who to call.” Maria said as she turned to get back to her team. Ororo watched her go, but her attention soon diverted to a black jet that landed on the field in the front of the school. It was the Blackbird, the jet used by the X-Men to find and help mutants all over the world. Wolverine and Professor X had taken it to track down a mutant that Logan had been particularly interested in. 

“What happened here?” Logan asked as he and Professor X came over to Storm. 

“I see you’ve been busy.” The Professor said smiling. He knew he left the school in capable hands when he left. Whatever had happened it was proof Storm was the best person for the job, which meant he could leave more frequently as he was needed out in the world a bit more now. 

Storm smiled at seeing her two friends return. She gave them the cliff notes of what had happened in the past few weeks since they had gone. The Professor knew some details were missing, but that wasn’t his place to know. 

“Was your mission a success?” She asked as Logan gave her his own smile. 

“Oh, yeah. Why don’t you meet your knew student.” He said in his raspy way as they all turned to see a skinny, black-haired woman walking down the ramp of the jet holding a bag that looked to weigh as much as she did. 

“Who is she?” Storm asked. Just by watching how she walked she knew the girl reminded her of someone, but she wasn’t sure who. 

“That one’s mine.” Logan said and Ororo’s jaw dropped. 

A few weeks passed as Storm lined up Scott, Jean and Rogue to prepare to meet the new students. The new group was outside doing some light orientation, getting to know one another as Ororo wanted her student leaders to go over their files first.  

“I believe you already know her.” Ororo said pointing to the short brown hair girl they had taken prisoner. She had broken in with Mystique but given herself up when it was clear she was on the wrong side. Kitty was talking to a blonde woman with short spikey hair. The pair were laughing and talking. 

Unlike the all black she used to wear, Kitty was wearing a purple t-shirt with some kind of dragon on the front and jeans. 

“Her name is Kitty Pryde, Shadowcat was just her online moniker when she left from home, and it stuck.” Ororo continued. “She can phase through objects as we all know, making her impervious to harm and ability to go anywhere.  

“Whose she talking to?” Rogue asked refering to the blonde. She felt the blondes style as the woman had a nose ring to go with her spikey blonde hair, a green GWAR t-shirt and a pair of bell bottoms that were frayed in all the right places. 

“Her name is Tabitha Smith, she can create miniature bombs that can do anything from just make a flash to blow up a building. She got the nickname Boom Boom because of it.” Ororo said as they watched Tabitha prove her namesake to them unaware. 

The mutant woman held her hands together and fordged some tiny yellow balls that almost looked like marbles. She hid them from Kitty’s sight until they were ready. Tabitha tossed a few of her glowing orbs at Kitty’s feet. They went off as the phaser danced avoiding the explosions. Which she could have avoided due to phasing through them. 

Kitty took a few steps back as the group focused on the young man leaning back against the fence. He wore a flannel shirt open over a white tank top and blue jeans. His shaggy off blonde hair hung over his eyes. 

“That is Sam Guthrie, known as Cannonaball. He can propel himself like, well, a cannonball.” The teacher explained as they watched a fiery redhead approach him. She was dressed in a green dress, she brushed her hair back and leaned next to Sam. 

“Her?” Scott asked, his voice a little shakey as she was an attractive woman. Jean made a mental note to smack him. 

“That is Theresa Cassidy. Her father was an X-Men and he wanted her better trained to use her powers. She can emit sonic blasts to knock you on your butt. She can manipulate her voice in a variety of ways.” Ororo said as they watched her try to flirt with Sam.  

“Last is Laura Kinney.” Storm said as they focused on the last woman. She was a kind of short, skinny little woman who was hugging herself away from the group. She wore just a black t-shirt and black leggings. She was the only one who looked like she didn’t want to be there. 

“What’s her powers?” Rogue asked feeling the woman might have issues similar to hers. Storm cleared her throat before answering. 

“She has a rapid healing factor, advances ability to smell, she has claws that-.” Ororo tried to say, but Scott jumped in. 

“Those are Logan’s powers.” 

“She’s his daughter apparently.” Storm said and the room went silent.  

“Yes, so this will be your new students and I expect you to be there for them and to guide them.” Storm said looking to her student leaders. Professor Xavier had made her acting Headmaster for the rest of the year and she planned to make the most of it. Storm nodded and let them have the room to figure out how to make introductions. 

“How bad can they be?” Scott said as Rogue and Jean’s eyes were drawn to the monitor.  

Kitty was sneaking up on Tabitha. They had head from Bobby, Alison and Lorna what kind of prankster Kitty was and they weren’t going to miss what they were instore for. Shadowcat reached into the back of Tabitha’s bell bottoms and everyone watched as it was clear Kitty was giving her new classmate a wedgie. 

The one who called herself Boom Boom didn’t get much of a chance to squirm as her face was one of laughter, but also pain. That changed quickly as Tabitha’s face went from discomfort to confusion as Kitty pulled free a pair of faded yellow briefs with a frilly white waistband and faded orange polka dots on them. 

Kitty held the panties up like they were a prize. Sam and Theresa laughed, even Tabitha, the victim of the prank, laughed. Laura cracked a small smile. 

“It is going to be a long year.” Jean said looking at Rogue, who nodded in agreement. 

Thousands of miles away and hundreds of feet in the air, Wanda and Pietro sat in a cell. The siblings had been separated, dressed in prison uniforms and collared. The collars were devices that blocked their mutant abilities, leaving them as normal people. 

They hadn’t seen each other since that morning, when Pietro was thrown into Wanda’s cell. They hugged awkwardly as their collars bumped into each other. That had been hours ago and now the siblings sat next to each other, bored. 

The doors down the hall slid open and Maria Hill walked to stand before the siblings. They looked at her, but neither got up. 

“How have you liked S.H.I.E.L.D’s hospitality so far?” The Acting Director asked. 

“If you’re here to gloat, get it over with.” Wanda said as Pietro got up and walked towards the cell door. 

“Are you going to take us to dear papa?” He asked in a mocking tone. Maria smiled at the mention of their father.  

“We can go drop you at the same prison your father is being held. I hear he’d be very happy to see both of you.”  

The twins both bristled at that. Their father, Magneto, could be a very demanding man and didn’t take kindly to failure. Which they both did. 

“Or, I might have an offer for you.” 

They both looked at her. The last time someone had an offer it was Mystique and they had been trounced by the X-Men. 

“We could have a use for you two.” Maria said as she prepared to layout her offer.  

“There is a lot going on in the world and S.H.I.E.L.D is currently under prepared. We need a team to take on the threats we mere mortals cannot handle. I think both of you would be perfect for that team. It would only be conditionally of course. You’d have to follow all orders and it would take time off your prison sentences.” Maria said as Pietro leaned against the bars of the cell. 

“Take this thing off me and you have a deal.” Pietro said pointing to the collar around his neck. The Acting Director looked past him to his sister. 

“We want the whole package, not half.”  

Wanda looked up and smiled. The idea of being freed again was something she could get behind. 

“Whatever you say, boss.” 

Maria smiled at the twins. 

“Welcome to Avengers Reforged Initiative.”  

Mystique had a less enticing offer. She had crawled out of the river Storm had thrown her into. The shape shifter was beaten, bruised and broken. She had failed and her team had been captured. She wandered for weeks. 

She had been found, she wasn’t sure who they were, and she was so beaten she wasn’t sure she cared. Mystique was dragged into a dark room and thrown to the cold stone floor. She didn’t bother to hide her true self. She stayed in her blue skin and orange hair. A cloak was thrown over her by one of those who found her. She trembled on the floor. 

“Mystique. I have heard much about you.” A voice said from the darkness. She shuddered from it. She wasn’t sure who spoke, but all she knew was this voice of metal and organic had power behind it. She didn’t like how it knew her name. 

“Who are you?” She asked under the cloak. She wanted to wrap herself in it and hide. 

“It matters not child. Who are you is the better question.” The voice said and she grew angry at it. She was beaten, that was who she was. 

“I am nothing.” She said. 

“Why are you nothing?”  

Her eyes adjusted. The room was still dark but she could see a shape in the darkness. A giant seated on a throne. 

“I am nothing because I thought I could do it myself, become the leader I wanted to be. That I could lead mutant kind to a better world without the humans that oppress us.” Mystique said to the giant sitting in the shadows. 

“What if I offered you that? What if I told you, you could lead mutant kind into a better world. A world under me.” 

“I’d be forever in your debt.” Mystique said as she stood up before kneeling before the giant. 

“You may yet be a leader. My armies will need a leader.” The giant said a metallic tinge to his voice. Mystique groveled on one knee. 

“Whatever you need my liege.” 

“I need War.”