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“Uunnnghhh?” Charmy groaned as he cracked open his eyes. His head felt so weird. He was really dizzy and his eyes were having trouble focusing on their surroundings.

When he blinked a few more times and gathered that he was staring at the ceiling of the Detective Agency, he sat up and rubbed his head to help try and clear away the cobwebs.

Charmy then burped and groaned, spots in his field of vision for a bit. He looked around and then down at himself. He was sticky all over and in just his orange pilot shirt and a pair of MLP briefs… that were coated in cheetos.

He winced as he looked around the room and slowly began to come to the realization that this was no ordinary rise from a nap. Something seriously wrong had happened.

The place was a mess. Candy, chips, full liters of spilled soda, and other snack foods were flooding the floor, walls, couch, and Vector’s desk! What the hell happened?

“This… isn’t good,” Charmy mused, sweating a bit. He didn’t even remember doing any of this. What on Earth could have happened to have caused this? He usually liked bouncing on the couch and eating dirty but this looked like a college fraternity party tornado just passed through the building.

“Well, I’m a detective. Surely I can have this cleaned up and figured out before Vector and Espio come back…!” Charmy exclaimed, stepping to his feet and putting his fists to his sides in a superhero pose.

“Hey. Lookie here. Our favorite little brat went and had himself a nice party while we were off shopping.” A gruff, reserved sounding voice came from behind the bee.

Charmy’s eyes instantly widened and he began sweating bullets.

He slowly turned around and saw Vector and Espio standing by the doorway. The chameleon slammed the door shut and made sure to lock it while Vector cracked his knuckles.

Charmy looked up at him with intense fear washing over him. “Wha… what’s up guys? You uh… get me anything?”

“Yeah. Some ice-cream. You’ll probably want it smeared on your butt after this next level spanking is done though,” Vector said with a sneer.

Charmy felt the front pouch of his briefs fill up with pee and dribble down his legs.

“W-W-Wait! I-It’s not what it looks like! I-I-I know I say that every time but this time, really, for realzees–!”

Vector then grabbed Charmy by the head and lifted him up while he began kicking and screaming.

“NO! MY BUTT! IT ALREADY HURTS! I CAN’T TAKE IT! NOT A PANKIN’! AAAAAAAH!”

His screams and the sound of hard whaps were heard echoing from the house that night. It made the birds take flight.

—

“So that ear piercing scream I heard that made me fall out of my bed last night was YOU?” Tails asked, leaning forward as he sat at the head of the table in his kitchen with Charmy sitting on his chair next to him. The bee had an ice pack strapped to the back of his jeans.

“Yes,” Charmy nodded. “If you heard someone scream 'NOT MY BEE BOOTYYYY' then that was me last night.”

“Whoa,” Tails was astonished. “You live almost an entire city over from where I do. That’s some incredible spankatude.”

Charmy slammed a fist onto the table. “Focus! I came to you in a time of great need. I want you to assist me with something!”

“Shoot.” Tails giggled, taking a sip of his hot chocolate.

“I want you to set up cameras in the Detective Agency so I can catch the actual perp who did that to the office. I had to clean it up the next morning after I woke up from passing out mid-spanking; an injustice like that CANNOT go unpunished.” Charmy exclaimed, while jabbing his finger into the table.

“Looks like it totally didn’t though,” Tails laughed.

“I’m being serious!” Charmy sounded offended.

“Alright, alright. Fine,” Tails sighed. “I’ll help you but I don’t know if setting up cameras will work on its own. After all, that office is super tiny. If you’re in there when this mysterious culprit comes in to try and make a fool of you again you’ll be discovered and dealt with really quickly. Probably even quicker than before since your butt is a massive, red weakspot now.”

“M-My butt isn’t that red.” Charmy blushed.

“Despite the ice pack you’re sitting on I can see it glowing through your pants. There’s really no need to try and play it off, especially since you know I’m right,” Tails said as he took another sip.

“Ugh! Fine. Well then, I’ll need to steer clear and watch from a secluded place… but what if I don’t make it to the scene in time to stop the perp? If I’m watching him do stuff on a monitor somewhere I might not be fast enough to catch em.” Charmy said.

“That’s true but if you monitor them from your room you might,” Tails said. “If you’re watching the monitor when they enter and you bolt to the main living room you could make it.”

“No. I need some reassurance!” Charmy said, another fist hitting the table. “Obviously, I’m no good at stealth so I can’t stack out the office living room but there’s gotta be someone who can.”

Tails pondered this for a second. “Actually, we both know someone who can.”

—

“Really? You want me?” Whisper tilted her head, pointing at herself as the two boys approached her at the Restoration Headquarters.

“Yes! Please! It’ll be a simple operation!” Charmy exclaimed. “I’ll be in my back room watching the monitors. You’ll actually be IN the office, using your stealth skills to stay hidden amongst the shadows. Once the perp who did this to me returns to the scene of the crime for round two, you’ll spring out and ambush them! Once they’re caught off guard, I’ll swoop in and sting them in the butt! Like RIGHT up the butt! They’ll squeal like a pig and probably wet themselves! It’ll be awesome!” Charmy exclaimed.

Whisper blinked. “I’m… okay uh…” She scratched the back of her head before clearing her throat. “I guess I can help but how do you know this person will be there again tonight?”

Charmy grinned. “Uh-doyee! Criminals ALWAYS return to the scene of the crime! It’s detective-ing 101. Didn’t you know? Well, maybe not. I AM a professional after all.”

“... Uh-huh,” Whisper stole a glance at Tails who merely shrugged. “Fine. Let’s do this. If we don’t see anyone, however, you’ll probably have to consider a new approach because I can’t stake out your house every night.”

“Deal,” Charmy said. “I’ll throw in a free detective job from me as thanks.”

“I appreciate it,” Whisper responded.

—

That night, the stage was set.

The room had been thoroughly cleaned after Charmy’s butt had been thoroughly spanked. The bee sat in his room, watching a monitor that had been set up there and provided by Tails. In the office area, under the cover of darkness, sat Whisper. She was so good at this that Charmy couldn’t even see her on screen.

It had been a small amount of time, probably about no more than ten minutes, before Charmy started to worry. By the time fifteen minutes had passed he was about ready to give up.

Ironically, Whisper was fine. She had done stake outs before and fifteen minutes was a ridiculously short amount of time for the work she usually did. The fact that Charmy was already contemplating nuking the plan spoke to how quickly he got bored as a small child.

The bee’s antenna raised when he heard the doorknob shake though. If it was Vector and Espio home early then this was going to be a bust.

However, the force with which the door opened told him otherwise!

There was an intruder in the house. It was a short figure in a black robe. They looked a little lumpy all over. It was hard to tell what their shape and stature was but it looked like they were keeping their hands tucked into their sleeves as they walked from where he sat.

Charmy spoke into an ear piece that contacted Whisper directly and said, “No one who lives here looks like that. We’ve got our man. Or woman. Or cryptid. Whichever.”

Whisper nodded.

She didn’t need to know anymore and rolled from her hiding spot behind the figure and took quick aim with her laser wispon to fire a blast directly at the back of the intruder.

However, the intruder spun around to face her the instant she did this, staring directly into her eyes.

Whisper gasped, taken aback by the speed with which she was noticed and wasn’t able to retaliate on time as a tiny laser blast came HER way instead. The hooded figure had taken his hands out of his sleeves and blasted her!

Whisper seized up, pain shooting through her as shreds of her clothes flew everywhere. Her teeth were clenched and her eyes crossed as she found herself flopped onto her butt, down to a charred undershirt and a pair of teddy bear panties with an adorable pink elastic.

“Whoa…!” Charmy’s jaw dropped. He didn’t expect her to be wearing those!

Whisper shook her head to clear away the spots in her vision before gasping and trying to tug on the sizzled top she had on in the hopes of covering her panties. All it did was tear at the shirt a bit more which made her whine.

The figure charged at her!

She yelped and quickly tried to grab her wispon to take proper aim. However, the hooded figure kicked at her hand, making her wince, before grabbing her arm and hurling her over their head to slam her onto the floor!

She smashed onto her butt with a scream and then bounced off of it, flailing her arms about before smashing onto Vector’s desk, draped over it with her butt poking out and her tongue sticking out of her mouth.

“NO! Whisper! Fight back! He ambushed you but you can still win!” Charmy said into the ear piece.

“Buzzzz Buzz Buzzz goes da beeee!” Whisper sang to herself, eyes rolling in their sockets.

The hooded figure went over to her and grabbed her by the back of her panties before yanking them up in a painful wedgie that almost made her pass out right there!

“YEEEEEEEK!” She screamed, waving her arms up and down as she was dangled. The figure then flung her back and slammed her head onto the floor with a powerful suplex that saw her butt sticking up and her legs dangling in the air.

She looked ridiculous; a far cry from the cool, stealthy assassin she was earlier.

The hooded figure laughed and took a book off the desk and slapped Whisper’s butt with it a few times. Whisper whined and whimpered before one huge smack made her body jolt like it got shocked and she flopped onto her stomach, humping the floor due to weird muscle spasms of pain.

The hooded figure laughed again as they tossed the book to the side and walked over to Whisper. With their foot, they nudged her around a bit as she had her little gyrations on the floor.

“Hold it you!”

The hooded figure turned and saw Charmy flying at them with his stinger pointed out. “I got you now!”

The person in the robe merely took a step to the side and watched as Charmy’s stinger, rather than hit him, rammed its way right up Whisper’s butt!

“YEEEEGYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!” Whisper shot up, tongue out, eyes spinning, and arms and legs flailing about.

“Oops…” Charmy gulped.

The hooded figure pointed another weapon at them and out came a concussion blast that smacked into Whisper’s back and slammed her into the wall.

She dented it, splayed out like a pancake with her panty clad butt exposed and dribbles of pee flowing down the wall. She was stuck in it so she didn’t have to fear falling into the puddle on the floor at least.

Charmy slammed onto his back and groaned a bit. He then spun to his feet and flew up, fists raised in a fighting position. “Okay. Operation Whisper didn’t work. Now we take the direct approach. I’m going to END Y–DOOOF!”

On the big screen theatrical version of this fight, you’d see a fist from off-screen ram into the side of Charmy’s face in slow motion. In that same slow motion, you’d see his eyes slowly cross, drool shot from his mouth, snot fling from his nose, and his angry frown turn into a derpy, open-mouthed smile.

He was then flung across the room and his face smacked into Whisper’s butt before he bounced off it and face planted the floor.

The hooded figure laughed as they reached down and grabbed Charmy by his jeans. They then yanked them down to his ankles, shimmying him out of them to expose his huge butt and the MLP briefs he had on underneath.

The intruder then raised their foot and rammed it right onto Charmy’s butt, eliciting a powerful, painful scream from him.

The bee reached back and tried to grab the person but that just got the bee kicked in his humongous booty!

Charmy screamed and flailed his arms about before as he was sent bouncing across the room from the force of the kick.

The cloaked figure turned and punched Charmy in the face from behind to stop his richochetting and to make him fall flat on his back, eyes widening as the pain shot through his body.

The bee laid there, jerking and humping at the air in pain for a bit before stumbling to his feet… and wobbling about with his eyes rolling.

“L-Lucky sh-shot–GOOF!”

Charmy didn’t get to continue as he was punched across the face again. He stumbled back and tried to gurgle something out but he was punched again. Then again. Then again. Then again!

By now, Charmy was gargling his drool and his eyes wouldn’t stop rolling.

The hooded figure raised a foot and booted him in the chin so hard it rocketed him out of his shirt and shoes next.

The bee slammed into the ceiling in nothing but his underwear and socks.

He then fell down and hit the floor on his stomach, spasming and humping the floor this time.

The hooded figure kept laughing at this which invigorated Charmy to try and stand up…!

He couldn’t let this stand!

“How… d-d-dare… you…!” Charmy grumbled and wobbled to his feet, eyes rolling around in his sockets. “Th-This is a place of sanctuary f-for all the people that need their problems solved! This place… is a detective agency that people come to in times of need. We work… for the little guy. Our motto is that we never turn down work that pays but we also lend a hand to everyone in need for free!”

The cloaked figure just stood and watched.

“We… we never back down from what we try to do. Once we start a job, we finish the job. We’re the beacon of hope that shines through the dirty blinders of a bad neighborhood. When the girl who lost her dollie has nowhere else to go, we’ll be there. When the doggy who ran away from home can’t make his way back, we’ll be there. When they need an appropriate cameo for the Knuckles TV show they’re going to make, we’ll be there. We’re not just your average ordinary detectives. WE’RE TEAM CHAOTIX! And I will protect the sanctity of our domain or my name is not-DRRRRRZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZRRRRRRRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKPFFFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTTTTTTFRRRRRK!”

Charmy’s eyes crossed again and spun even faster when the cloaked person just fired a taser at his crotch.

The bee began dancing and jerking about as he wet himself in front of him. He danced the disco. He shook his butt back and forth. He did the cha-cha. Then he did some weird pelvic thrust thing that looked oddly like he was enjoying this, somehow.

When the taser stopped, the bee giggled and said. “HEWO! MY NAME IS MUD! WELCOME TO MY HOVEL! UH DURRRRRR!”

He then fainted and continued to hump spasm the floor once his face kissed the ground again.

The hooded figure dragged the unconscious bodies of Charmy and Whisper to the center of the room and draped them over each other.

With a laugh, they then took off their hood and shook their head about with a sigh, revealing, three yellow-orange flocks of hair and two huge pointy ears.

“Hahaha! You were expecting an evil villain but it was me, Tails!” The fox laughed. He then made a goofy, giddy face as he bent down and poked Charmy in the butt as he drooled with his eyes closed and tongue out while on top of the equally humiliated Whisper.

Oh, how wonderful this all was.

“You and your clever little plan. How adorable,” Tails chuckled as he took the robe off and stood in his jeans-shorts and light blue shirt. “I actually wasn’t planning on coming back but when you came to me for help I just had to. What an opportunity to get you back TWICE. Yes, it was I, Miles Prower who orchestrated your downfall yesterday. A little gift of some tainted candy with sleeping pills and viola, one unconscious bee in his underwear and a messed up room full of snacks for me to set up. Dirtying up this place was SO much fun. Oh, I wish you could have seen it.”

Charmy just continued to drool. He may have farted a bit too.

“But WHY you ask?” Tails continued to gloat. “Good question! It was payback for ruining my science project last week you jerk! I let you help me. I was so close to finishing it… then you tossed the wrench at me, hit me in the head, and I collapsed right into it. When I woke up it was destroyed and I had to present it in an hour. It wasn’t enough time and my demonstration was ruined when it blew up and I was left on stage in MY underwear while my science rival Gerald took the win! Well, how does it feel eh? I bet you’re feeling real stupid right now!”

Charmy spurted more pee into his underwear.

“That’s right! REAL stupid! Well, it’s too late now. I’m already broadcasting this video I took of your defeat to the internet right now. The camera I set up is still recording this live! I’ve taken my revenge! All I had to do was trash your house and blame it on you and I WON! HAHAHAHAHA!”

“Oh really?” Vector’s voice appeared from behind Tails.

The fox froze, a dumb smile on his face and sweat suddenly drenching his features.

“I guess we owe Charmy an apology and another bucket of ice-cream,” Espio said, closing the door behind him and locking it.

Vector walked in front of Tails and cracked his knuckles. “Your butt is about as big as Charmy's so my entire palm can fit snug against it as the spanks rain down. I’ll be sure to go for twice the length just to be sure I paid him back though. Can’t have anyone just messing with one of my own like that now can I?”

Tails peed his shorts on the spot, dumb smile still frozen on his face.

As Vector’s shadow loomed over him, his eyes and mouth began twitching as tears sprung to his face.

The live-stream was still recording this too.

An ear-piercing scream echoed through the night that made the birds take flight once again, only this time it lasted for twice as long.

The people Tails was showing this stream to, got a nice eye full of his bright red butt being spanked in front of the camera though.

Gerald, the winner of the science fair, saw the video the next day and felt it was appropriate for losers to get spanked like the babies they were. You bet he shared it around to other science communities.

The fox was sent home the next day, unconscious and wearing a diaper that was full of ice stuffed in the back.

—

That, folks, was how the mystery of the Sugar Rush Hangover was solved. Be sure to keep an eye out for any other mysteries that need solving too. Who knows? It could be the fault of someone closer than you think!

In the meantime, tell me whose humiliation you liked the most and I’ll see you next time!