Secret Mission: Sleepover Raid - Part 2: Blue Team Blues (Pixiv Fanbox)

“This one’s really great! You’re gonna howl your butts off when you see this next one!” Dewey exclaimed, looking positively mischievous and radiant as he showed off the next slide on their sleepover’s powerpoint presentation to the admiring crowd.

The next one was of Dewey holding up the unconscious Louie by the chin and making his mouth move up and down like a puppet. There were several pictures of him getting his arm waved at the crowd and even posing with his butt facing the camera while his head was in-between his legs and his tongue was out. Dewey’s wonderful peace sign at the camera made it rather clear that he still desired to be the center of attention though.

Enma was laughing his butt off at these but he grabbed the mic that was connected to the makeshift stage they put in this strangely mansion constructed suburban house and started mouthing off to everyone about his contributions.

“If you think that’s funny, you should have seen the reindeer!” Enma snickered. “My new crotch brushing technique had him all laughing and flailing about. It was great seeing him get all wet down there too. Like man, what a rube!”

Cuphead snatched the mic from Enma next, making the boy from Hell a little miffed at first. However, when Cuphead talked about his part to play he began laughing as well.

“This green hedgehog man, he was such a sissy,” Cuphead exclaimed. “He only wore a really long shirt to the party and it barely covered up the Hatsune Miku briefs he had on.”

Oh, the party goers were loving it. The slides that were shown of the unconscious Chopper in his soaked pajamas and Manic flipped over with his dangling legs and embarrassing pop-idol undies made for some great chortles.

“Aww, yo, not even the funniest bit!” Jake Long grabbed the mic last while pointing at the crowd. “The Beast Boy was such a fun target man. The wild dragon made his mighty, beastly foe fall with a simple grab of his hand. Courtesy of the endless palm-taser.” Jake said, holding up his palm to reveal the item in question.

He then snickered as he gloriously began flipping through slides, one by one, to show the process of Beast Boy going cross-eyed and jittery as he was made to wet himself and pass out from the electric shocks.

“Now I know what you’re thinkin’!” Cuphead grinned as he pointed to the crowd. “Why are these all in picture form and not video? Well, they are. Sometimes it just pays to have a nice still image of someone’s humiliation though, right?”

He flipped to an image of the four unconscious and wet losers, posed to look like they were sleeping stacked on top of each other, with their butts facing the camera.

“Truly, every frame is a painting!” Cuphead finished which garnered him a ton of laughter and applause.

Not finding it so funny were the onlookers just outside the window.

Having woken up and gone across the street to peer into the house in whatever clothes they had left, the four losers from those slides were looking rather unamused by this presentation their party crashers were hosting.

“This is already going down in history as one the worst things you’ve ever done to me Dewey. What did I ever do to you to deserve this?” Louie said to himself, blissfully ignoring all the things he definitely did to Dewey that might make him think he deserved this.

“Don’t worry,” Beast Boy said. “We’ve got a plan of action and blankets to cover ourselves with to look mysterious.”

“Let’s do this before I clam up from the freezing cold air out here…” Manic said, shivering as all he had on was a spare white t-shirt that wasn’t anywhere near as long as his old one, and the wet Hatsune Miku briefs he was strutting around in back there.

“Revenge is a-go…!” Chopper said, clopping his hooves together.

With that, the four of them split and set about entering the unguarded affair to meet their targets post haste.

—

The party was going rather well but some just couldn’t stay out of the limelight. One Jake Long was one such boy and it was well and truly proven by how much he refused to let go of the mic and boast to people about how awesome he was at sleepovers.

“--Point the 50th: I can stay up the longest out of all you alls here! All you alls!” He exclaimed with a wink and a point forward. “Just you watch!”

The crowd had a mixed reaction of murmurs, laughs, cheers, and general shrugs. Some cared, some didn’t. However, Jake didn’t really care so long as his declaration wasn’t opposed.

“I’m calling you out on that,” A figure in what looked like a cloak stated from the crowd. In reality it was a blanket. There was a minor disruption in the loud crowd noises after this was said. It didn’t get quiet, as there was no way it could, but it was still a noticeable stint.

Jake turned to look at the figure, not recognizing him despite the green stalks of hedgehog hair poking out from the blanket. Perhaps he didn’t care too much to know the faces of his prank victims.

Still, a challenge was a challenge and Jake didn’t want to take it lying down. He tried to hide that he was bothered by being called out like this behind a fake smile but the anime anger vein at the side of his head said otherwise.

“Oh really? Do you want to make this an official bet between you and I?” Jake asked, poking at the mic a bit before leaning forward with his fist against his hip. His smile couldn’t be anymore smug.

“Certainly,” The figure, obviously Manic, climbed up to the stage and leered at Jake, right in the eyes. “The first between us to fall asleep is the loser. How’s about it?”

Jake grinned, turning to face the person. “Sure. Try not to cry too hard about it when I win though. It’s gonna be a real downer for the morning after-party.”

“Sure,” Manic said, reaching his hand out from under his cloak and opening his palm to reveal a strange pink powder. “I hope you get enough time to experience that after-party bro.”

“Wha-?” Jake was about to question this but was stopped when the powder was blown into his face. Jake wobbled in place, eyes wide and confused… then his eyes crossed and he fell backwards, landing in a spread-eagle heap on the ground before everyone.

The stage was out in the open for everyone to see. Jake Long had already lost the bet!

“Oh my!” Manic got on bended knee to raise Jake’s limp arm. “He was so intimidated by me that he passed out!”

He flopped his arm up and down a bit, pretending to check on him while he reached into the waistband of his briefs to pull out two items. One was a warm water bottle. The other was a bowl.

Manic set the bowl down beside him and used the blanket around him as a bit of a shield to keep the audience from seeing what he was doing. He got the water in the bowl as he properly set Jake’s hand down, directly into the water.

Manic then stood up and faced the crowd. “Uh-oh. Quick. We might need a diaper here for the sleeping baby boy here.”

Manic smirked, knowing he didn’t need to wait too long. He saw how much punch Jake drowned himself in while observing him through the window. It wouldn’t take too long at all before–

The sound of hissing was heard over the speakers. The mic that Jake dropped at rolled up beside him and was catching the sound of him wetting his pants.

“Whoops. Too late!” Manic shrugged and got a wonderful round of cheers and applause from the audience. As this happened he made sure to take pictures of the down boy, now with his tongue out as he slept in unknowing bliss.

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“Okay everyone! Watch this!” Dewey Duck stood in a glorious navy blue party outfit now. The top he had on was a wonderful, mature looking jacket while the jeans he had on were perfectly tailored to look as worn as possible without having any fake rips in them. Fake torn jeans were dumb and so last decade.

He was making quite the confident face to the onlookers. He even made cute kissy faces at the small crowd before him.

As he began to dance and do his horrible yo-yo moves, the audience was enraptured by how awful it was. Still, it was also hard to look away for some reason. There was no denying it. It was hard to take your eyes off of Dewey Duck when he was in the middle of being Dew-tastic. He shook those tail feathers like nobody’s business. He did the same when he was accidentally stringing himself up with a yo-yo.

Unfortunately for him, his eyes being on the crowd dulled his senses quite a bit. As such, he was unable to see the green sweater wearing, Lucky Charms underoos clad duck descending from above on a rope.

Louie, despite being in his wet undies, still had a confident smile on his face. He knew that whenever Dewey got in the zone it was the best time to take advantage of him. He knew this from experience but he’d still declare himself an innocent bab in all of this strife between the two of them.

As he got down behind him, he quickly attached a hook to the blue waistband sticking out of his pants. It was assuredly going to be there. Dewey had trouble keeping his pants up sometimes. All that moving around did little to help.

Louie’s grin grew wider as he pulled himself up the rope to put himself back inside the grate within the ceiling. He was just like Batman, except probably more rich. Well, rich adjacent. His uncle was rich so technically he was too. Yeah. That’s how that worked.

Anyway, it was time for the real show to begin.

Louie licked his beak and then gave the string on the hook a sharp pull!

“Now it’s time to walk the DAAAGH!” Dewey went from confident to cross-eyed and embarrassed as he felt the Cookie Monster briefs he had on shoot up his butt and suspend him off the ground.

The crowd was momentarily shaken but those who took notice of Louie descending from the ceiling and said nothing were just thoroughly entertained.

The ones who were surprised were as well, once they got over the shock. Louie delighted in the looks on their faces, as he began to bounce Dewey up and down by violently tugging on the string.

“HAUP! BAUGH! BWAK! GWAAH!” Dewey made really strange, high-pitched wails with each wedgie bounce that was administered to him. Of course, the force of the bouncing caused his loose pants to sag more and more as well.

Eventually, they dropped to his feet and he was left bumbling about in his underwear, tears flowing from his face as he cried out in pain. The flailing he was doing got his pants to fall completely off soon enough.

They were swallowed up by the crowd. No pants for him.

Dewey screamed in protest, “STOP! WHOEVER’S DOING THIS STAAAAAAAAH–!!” He screamed and then his voice began warbling when he was suddenly spun around in mid-air.

Louie giggled happily as he plucked on the string like a cello. It was making Dewey super dizzy. The anime swirls in his eyes were a delight to look at.

He then began swinging him back and forth. Dewey was close enough to the window that his face and body would bash repeatedly against it, making goofier and goofier faces against it before being pulled away. It filled Louie’s heart with joy to see his brother start to wet himself from the pain, dangling with what looked like a gap in his teeth and a drooly tongue sticking out.

Needless to say, his crowd got bigger than it did before. They wanted this performance recorded, thoroughly for certain.

—

Enma was munching down on a bunch of food for an eating contest. The spread before him was wonderful. He couldn’t fathom having such delicious food at a party like this and allowing it to go down the gullet of anyone except him.

“Come on! Anyone want to try me?!” Enma smirked. He thought that but the thought would drift away if it meant he could prove his superior nature to someone. Anyone.

That’s why he was calling people out for an eating contest. He had a few takers but he managed to demolish them after a couple of eaten platters.

The bulge in Enma’s gut would protrude out rather cutely before disappearing, as if the magic of the underworld had caused it to fold in on itself.

“I’ll go next!” A short person in another obvious blanket robe said. This was Chopper. You could tell by the antler shapes at the top of the sheet.

Did Enma notice? Would he have cared if he did? The answer to both was no.

“Sit down then!” Enma snapped, patting the table and cackling with momentary sharp teeth. Chopper did indeed take his seat and then took the time to push an overstuffed double stack of food over to Enma. The demon boy swooned with sparkly eyes at the plate before him.

“Can you eat this much, I wonder?” Chopper asked, a twinkle in his eye. He grabbed a small plate of pizza and nothing else.

Enma snorted. “What is this? Are you going one scrap of food at a time? Peon!” He giggled and grabbed the entire stack of food before opening his maw.

When it all was shoved down his gullet in two to three intervals, even Chopper felt slightly impressed.

It paled in comparison to the stint of amusement he felt when he heard Enma’s tummy gurgle after he did though.

Enma licked his lips, a cocky smile dawning his mug. “Yeah. I doubt I even need to continuUUUUuuuooOOOoooooGUH!”

Enma’s eyes bugged out as he leaned forward with his hands gripping the table. His face began to trickle with sweat before becoming drenched with it.

His eyes then crossed as he stood up, hunched over, with his hands gripping his stomach tightly. His knees knocked and he began to purse his lips into a funny “0” shape.

Turning his head slightly, he caught sight of a bottle on the table.

The words “INSTANT LAXATIVE” assaulted his eyes.

Enma’s heart thumped.

“BATHROOOOOOM!” Enma screamed and shot out of the kitchen, leaving the laughing reindeer on the chair, enjoying his pizza.

Enma burst towards the closed door of the first bathroom he saw and began banging on it relentlessly. All of what he ate had shot through his system like the world’s fastest cannon. He had to go now!

“LET… ME… IN!” Enma whined, jimmying the lock.

“Occupied.” Came the voice of a certain reindeer. It was Chopper’s voice but of course he was in the kitchen. That’s because it was a voice recording, set to say the world “occupied” with increased volume of intensity every three minutes.

Enma heard him say it the second time with a louder tone and took the hint, shuffling off with his hands over his butt to the stairs. He shot up each step like he was a little bunny rabbit. The pain in his gut and the desperation in his twitching bottom were terrible.

When he finally made it up the stairs and wrapped on the door, the same sound was heard.

“Occupied.”

“NO!” Enma panicked. It couldn’t be!

He grabbed the handle and pulled on it. “You’ve been in there long enough! Let me IN!” He screamed. He of course had no way of knowing how long this person had been in there. His problems were just more important than there’s, obviously.

Enma’s efforts were unsuccessful. He pulled so hard that when his hands inevitably slipped off the handle, he found himself bouncing on his head and rolling backwards. He fell down the stairs and let out a round of gas with each hit, grunting in pain and embarrassment on his way down.

The people looking at the scene were already amused. They had their phones out and everything. However, the massive crescendo hit when Enma finally hit the bottom of the stairs.

A loud explosion went off into his pants and that was all she wrote.

“NOOOOOOOOOooooooo~!”

—

“Step right up ladies and gentlemen!” Cuphead grinned as he shuffled through his deck of playing cards. He’d found the right corner to partake in this wonderful little exercise of his. He was doing magic tricks with these cards for the audience.

He was surprisingly good at them too. So far, things were looking up.

That’s when he spotted a particularly pretty young lady. He grinned and asked her to come up. When she did, he asked her to draw a card.

When he told her to memorize it she was then made to put it back on the deck. Cuphead shuffled the deck around and hummed a happy diddy to himself with his eyes closed.

He set the deck down and began waving his fingers over it, still without opening his eyes.

Unknowingly, a beastly young boy was watching all this go down and managed to quickly swipe and replace the deck while standing off to the side.

When Cuphead proudly picked the deck back up and presented a card, a sparkle in his teeth went off as he asked, “Is this your card?”

“No.”

Cuphead blinked.

People around him chuckled.

The boy blushed and chuckled too, though it sounded rather nervous.

“O-Of course it isn’t. J-Just testing you. O-Okay then…” Cuphead attempted to redo the trick.

He went through the same rigamarole that he did last time, making those stupid noises with his mouth and hand motions. However, the part where he closed his eyes made it easy for the deck to be swiped while all eyes were on him and replaced again.

Over and over again, constant failure rained down on him.

“Is this your card?”

“Is THIS your card?”

“THIS is the one right?”

“Come on, this has GOT to be your card?”

“Are you lying to me or somethin’?!”

Everyone was laughing and pointing at him. Cuphead shivered and blushed, feeling intense humiliation wash over him. Now everyone thought he sucked and that the first few successes were lucky guesses.

“I-I’m really good at magic! I am! Really!” Cuphead stammered, waving his fists up and down. He felt his bladder shake a bit. He felt like he was on stage and the spotlight being on him was making him need to use the bathroom.

Still, he couldn’t give in. He had another trick up his sleeve.

He whipped out a top hat and wiggled his fingers before inserting his hand inside. “Watch me pull a cat out of a hat!”

Instead of a cat, it was a pair of Rugrats briefs with a red elastic on it that had his name written on the waistband.

“What the–?!” Cuphead blushed deeper. The crowd’s laughter got more wild.

In a panic, Cuphead pulled open his pants to inspect his underwear and saw the underwear he had on was gone!

“EEP!” Cuphead put the briefs back in the hat and then opened his pants back up to see the underwear was back. “Wh-Why did that go wrong?!”

He was nervous, that’s why.

“O-Okay! F-Final trick! I’m gonna… reveal… a stack of candy to the audience and you’ll all thank me for it! WATCH!” Cuphead sneered, grabbing what he deemed to be a magic blanket and waved it across the chair before him.

When the blanket was waved, instead of a stack of candy, there was now a snorting green bull.

Cuphead’s eyes widened and he thoroughly peed his pants when he saw it charge at him.

The collision saw Cuphead flying through the air, milk spewing from his head and also into his pants before he slammed against the window, down to his soaking wet underoos with his tongue out and eyes rolling in their sockets.

The crowd clapped and took pictures, having enjoyed the performance.

Beast Boy changed into a cat and scampered off.

Once he was far enough away, he shifted into his human form and began laughing.

Producing a walkie-talkie behind his back, he said into his communicator, “Mission complete. Let’s all meet up for some celebratory cookies!”

The revenge of the green team had been granted. What lies ahead for the previously winning blue team now?

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Option 1 - The party goers turn on the Blue team and humiliate them further for a grand spectacle like no other!

Option 2 - The Green Team gets discovered for their crimes against the Blue Team’s party and suffer unimaginable humiliation!

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