Secret Mission: Sleepover Raid - Part 1: Three Greens and A Tanuki

“Alright, fellow green boys. Feast your eyes upon this,” Beast Boy of the fabled Teen Titans smirked as he held up the case for a certain video game. He drummed his fingers against the cover art before snickering and saying, “Welcome to your future~! This is the new Super Smash Bros. Domination!”

“Hey!” Chopper, a reindeer doctor clad in a pair of pink footed pajamas leered over to him. “I’m not a green boy. Think of a different group name for us.”

Beast Boy was standing in a pair of dinosaur patterned footed pajamas. They were a lighter green than his skin color and had purple and army green dinosaur prints all over them. They matched his aesthetic very well but they also clashed with the bright pink of Chopper’s pjs, rendering his point more certain.

He didn’t want to dwell on Chopper’s objection for too long so he pretended to ponder the team name change and said, “How about Three Greens and a Tanuki!”

That got Chopper throwing a pillow in his face.

Louie Duck, nephew to the rich and famous Scrooge McDuck, stretched and yawned a bit before grabbing the controller.

“Gab, gab, gab. That’s all you do BB. Come on. Put the game in. I wanna see if I can beat you,” Louie smiled. If he could, he then wished to try and challenge him again for money.

Louie’s pajamas seemed less childish. He had on his usual garb with a button up shirt and thin shorts. It wasn’t as festive but it was less daring and embarrassing than the get up the last member of their four way sleepover was wearing.

“Alright guys, I’ve brought the chili-dogs!” Manic the Hedgehog appeared out of the kitchen, holding a tray of chili-dogs with his tongue out the side of his mouth.

He didn’t wear pajamas. No, instead, he was making due with a super long shirt that just barely covered his underwear. He talked about not liking to wear pants when in doors and it made the others a little unsure of how to respond. Yes, they couldn’t see his underwear but one wrong turn of the fan in the corner and suddenly, they’d get an eyeful.

Even more baffling was how genuinely, easy to embarrass Manic was. Perhaps he was just doing this to try and push the facade that he was tough. The way he styled his hair, his manner of speech, the spiky cuffs, and the fact that he was a thief tended to paint the air of someone super cool when deep down he was a bottom boy. His boyfriend, Donovan, got that out of him but when he was around his peers he tried his best to keep it hidden.

Now wasn’t the time to dwell on that though. The subby gay boy with the green raccoon boyfriend was here to hang with his fellow lovers of the color green in a secluded, four person sleepover between them all. Chopper was the odd man out here but he made nice-nice with Beast Boy due to being a fellow lover of animals. They could have more than just a color in common. Plus, it helped that all the rest were animals too.

Well, Beast Boy was one on a technicality considering that he was a human but also ALL the mammals in the world basically.

Finally, he popped the game in and Beast Boy challenged Louie first as per his request.

“The special gimmick of this game is that you can dominate your characters before they die to get a double win in the final results,” Beast Boy explained as he used Pit to render Louie’s Sonic a blubbering mess.

“Ah dammit!” Louie snapped. “Manic, your brother sucks!”

“He used to not suck! They nerfed his awesome Final Smash. It’s a conspiracy I tells ya!” Manic said, munching on a dog and getting the chili all over his super long lavender shirt.

When Beast Boy had Sonic pinned down and got the final, dominating spanking maneuver done on the blue hedgehog, the cross-eyed loser was flung towards the screen and smashed against it. Louie watched the Sonic in the video game slide down the screen with drool being left behind before he fell and got obliterated at the bottom of Final Destination.

“... Okay, best two out of three!” Louie said, not comfortable betting money just yet.

Still, he enjoyed his company with these three. This was the kind of sleepover he liked. Just a small group of people. Nothing too loud or bombastic. Comfy and relaxing. It was nice.

BAM!

Suddenly, the flow of the atmosphere was disrupted when someone’s foot kicked open the door! Louie yelped and dropped the controller, turning to try and see what was going on.

“CROTCH BRUSH ATTACK!”

The very strange sounding attack was uttered by a one “Ghastly Prince” Enma who charged in with a sparkle in his mischievous fangs. He usually carried a large hammer that burned with the flames of the underworld but instead, clutched perhaps even tighter than his usual weapon, was a large sweeping brush.

He swung it over and immediately smacked it against Chopper’s front, brushing up and down rapidly like he was sweeping up a mess.

The reindeer, for his part, was understandably taken way off guard by this and began squirming around on his back, kicking and waving his arms and legs up and down while involuntarily laughing. The ticklish sensation down there was wild but it was also extremely stimulating, which made Chopper blush and drool the longer it went on.

Of course, as a result, the brushing turned to sensuous rubbing that got his tiny tower rising. Enma grinned when he saw it, loving how instantly humiliating the scene was.

The others weren’t so amused but were trapped in a moment of stunned shock and too slow to properly do anything about it. Enma’s brushing had only been going on for about six seconds before Louie shook his head and began to shout for him to stop.

“HEY! ST–!” Louie got that one word and half a syllable out before a banana cream pie was smashed directly into his face from someone who had snuck up behind him.

The tin of the pie can was still on his face for a moment as the feathery hand of the prankster responsible eventually let go and allowed it to drop. You could see the wickedness of his delighted grin as Louie shook with rage, steam rising from his head.

“Too slow bro. Betcha never saw this coming eh?” Came the voice of the pie smasher. Louie knew it well. It was the unrelenting voice of Dewey Duck, his slightly older brother and fellow nephew to their rich, adventurous uncle.

“What are you doing here?! Get out!” Beast Boy demanded with a snarl and a stomp of the foot. He usually loved a good wild party but he was excited to play this game with his friends. Who would dare interrupt such a good fun time like this?

“Hey, hey, hey! Don’t fret my brother. Sit back and chill. It’s just a little practical jokin,” The sound of a boy who was feigning how to talk cool was within his ears just a second later. He kind of spoke like Beast Boy did except way more extreme.

Beast Boy turned and saw the pale skinned boy with two-toned black and green hair standing before him, fully dressed in jeans and a red jacket while holding out his hand in a seemingly friendly gesture of remorse.

Beast Boy sighed and grabbed his hand. He was ready to toss this jerk if he tried anything but was also willing to accept the apology if he meant it.

“Fine. I guess I’d be a hypocrite if I pushed back against a good prank,” Beast Boy said. “Name’s Beast Boy.”

“Name’s Jake. Jake Long. Oh but your name isn’t Beast Boy. It’s actually ‘Sucker’,” Jake said, a grin stretching across his face suddenly.

“Wha-AZZZGZZZZZZZZRRRKKKK!” Beast Boy had about a half second of confusion before his brain was fried. This was thanks to Jake activating the electric buzzer in the palm of his hand by squeezing Beast Boy’s palm tighter than he had been before.

Jake stood there firmly, a proper soft smile now on his face as he watched Beast Boy spasm violently as electricity coarsed through his body. His eyes were crossed and his tongue was out, protruding drool that flung all over the place. Eventually, his legs gave way and he fell to his knees.

“What on Earth is happen–ah….aaah… AAACHOO!” Manic sneezed. He had observed what was going on from the sidelines and was shocked by how fast it was all happening. None of them were being given time to react to any of this.

That’s why, when the boy with the cuphead, aptly named Cuphead, sprung into action by sprinkling a pepper shaker over Manic’s face by standing on the nearby table to hover over him, he was none the wiser.

Manic kept sneezing and violently jumped up and down with each one. Cuphead giggled as he watched him bounce.

“Wow. You get more air every time you do dis,” Cuphead snickered. “Wait, are you not wearing any pants? That’s weird.”

Manic’s extra long shirt bounced up and down with each sneeze he made. The jump he did off the ground made the shirt flop up and down, briefly exposing his Hatsune Miku briefs to the world before he eventually gave such a rough sneeze that he peed a little in his underwear and toppled onto his back, legs up but shirt down so that his undies were fully exposed.

Louie wiped the banana cream off his face, a red flush seeping onto his angry mug to illustrate how furious he was.

“DEWEY!” He snapped.

“Keep your pants on. I’m right here!” Dewey said, suddenly on Louie’s other side and bending down to make sure that he properly pantsed Louie. He did so rather expertly too.

Louie’s red face shifted with a blush of embarrassment as his Lucky Charms briefs, with a matching green elastic, were showing off now.

“WHY YOU-!” Louie tried to lunge at Dewey with his pajama pants around his ankles but slipped on something he also hadn’t seen; a banana peel.

A cartoonish slide-whistle might as well have rung through the air when the young duck stepped on the peel and shrieked as he flew into the air. His pants came flying off and soared over the still spasming and drooling Beast Boy. Jake remained calm and stood firm as he grasped the green boy’s hand.

Dewey had flung banana peels all over the floor without any of them knowing it. It was truly, truly fun just tossing them everywhere.

Louie’s butt slammed onto the floor and his eyes rolled. A snapshot was taken of the incident by Dewey. It was an adorable sight after all. Who wouldn’t want a keepsake of it?

“Come on. I’m right here. Can’t you catch me?” Dewey asked.

Louie groaned and shook his head to clear away the cobwebs in his vision. “Dewey! I’m gonna–!” He stood up again and still didn’t see him. WHERE did he go?!

“WEDGIE!” Dewey shouted, behind his brother again as he grabbed the waistband of his briefs and yanked them up!

He had Louie suspended off the ground now and as the young duck felt pain shoot through his body so badly that his brain derped and his bladder let pee seep into his briefs, one word rang out from his mouth to emphasize what just happened.

“WEDGIEEEEEEEEE~!” Louie cried, eyes rolling again and drool pouring out his maw.

Meanwhile, the crotch brushing was making Chopper go a bit crazy on the floor. His weakened limbs were flailing about like linguini now. Enma seemed to be having the time of his life but eventually something gave.

Chopper sprung up, desperate to end this, and took a hefty swing with his hoof at the boy before him. His pajama front had a wet spot on the front of it now but it wasn’t any indication of a bladder failure, that was for sure. The growling, angry reindeer wanted this humiliation to be paid for and you could tell by the swiftness of his strike.

You could also tell that his sensually sensitive loins had made it hard for him to properly attack. Enma saw the hit coming and practically cartwheeled out of the way.

Chopper’s hoof instead hit Manic in his crotch while the green hedgehog had been sneeze-running around the room to try and grab Cuphead.

Manic’s eyes crossed and he made a gurgling noise with his lips. The adorable oval shape his mouth made as he grabbed himself and fell to his knees turned into a goofy grin when Chopper accidentally punched him out cold and onto his back.

The follow-through hit was something done on reflex but upon seeing the spread-eagle, derp-faced hedgehog underneath him, Chopper was left astonished and embarrassed by what he’d just done.

“Oh come o–!” Chopper began right before Enma slammed a steaming hot hammer into Chopper’s butt! The reindeer screamed, grabbing his booty and slinging into the air before his antler ridden head met the ceiling. A fierce strike against it had him ramming through it and dangling from the top. His front was soaked and his lolled head had his tongue out and eyes rolling as his cheek slumped through the floor of the room upstairs.

Beast Boy was still jittering and spasming, hand clasped against the now yawning Jake’s. The boy in green had wet his pajama pants about three times now and was caked in drool from mouth to shirt.

“Alright. That was a good handshake. You’re truly an expert,” Jake smiled and finally let BB’s hand go, delighting in watching him topple over like a jenga tower and jitter like a flopping fish on the carpet.

As this was all happening, a little flying orb was going about the room, snapping photos of the incidents that were happening one by one. Cuphead made a peace sign at it as he posed over Manic with his foot on his stomach.

It belonged to Enma. It was a tiny camera stolen from his father’s treasury that never ran out of power and could transmit images to people’s phones via the power of Beelzebub. Handy, right?

“AHHH! DEWEY! LET ME GO!” Louie screamed, blushing and flailing as the back of his head was grabbed and he was thrust forward by his brother in blue towards the window!

“Come on. Just kiss the glass for me bro. It’ll be fun!” Dewey said.

“NO! GET OFF!” Louie yanked himself free… then slipped on a banana peel once more and slammed his wet undie clad self on top of Manic, another wet undie-clad lad.

His face ended up kissing Manic’s instead of the glass.

Dewey laughed and pointed at the scene which led to the other party crashers doing the same.

Louie’s eyes rolled but he blushed as his subconscious dissipated. Somehow his embarrassed butt knew he was kissing another boy on the mouth and it got him a little stiff despite passing out soon after.

“Cool party bro! Thanks for making it worthwhile for me too!” Dewey called back to the four losers as he and his clique scampered out the door, hooting and hollering with excitement.

The door was slammed shut leaving the four of them destroyed and the unfinished Smash Bros. game still on screen.

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The house across the street was bumping.

There were heavy lights and colors coming from the window.

You could hear Jake’s obnoxious voice shouting over the boom mic, Enma setting off every party popper he could find, Cuphead rolling dice all over the place, and Dewey strumming his fake electric guitar while DJ Daft Duck notes echoed off his soundboard.

The four losers were peering out the door at this house, having collected themselves enough to at least awaken from their humiliating knockout session.

The scream Manic made when Louie was found kissing him and laid out on top of him with damp briefs led to him getting a punch to the face. Right now, Louie was especially upset, standing in his green hoodie but still with no pants on.

“Did they take ALL out pants?!” Louie snapped, still angry that he couldn’t find them.

“Yeah. Aside from the ones I wet they’re gone,” Beast Boy growled.

Chopper overlooked his soaked pajamas and stomped his feet. “Okay. Exactly WHO do they think they are?!”

“Dude, your brother’s a jerk!” Manic snapped at Louie.

Louie rubbed his face. “Yeah, well, he doesn’t see it that way. That was just a prank. It’s a sleepover raid where you burst into someone else’s sleepover unannounced and pull a bunch of pranks before you leave.”

“Oh! Look at this one!” Jake’s voice was heard from across the street again. The sound of a powerpoint clicker was going off. “The duck in green kissed the green hedgehog while he was passed out. Awwwwkwaaaaard~!”

Then a vuvuzela horn went off.

Louie growled even more, gripping his fists. How was the neighborhood accepting that noise? Why had no one called the cops yet?

“If they can do a sleepover raid, so can we!” Manic snapped.

“Yeah!” Beast Boy snorted. “I ain’t no punk yo! Just cause I wanted a chill time playing games doesn’t mean I can’t go hard!”

Chopper raised his hooves. “Revenge!”

Louie’s eyes narrowed. “Oh Dewey, you just poked a bear.”

His plans may be hit or miss, but Louie was determined to make sure he hit and hit hard tonight.

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The new story has just been posted but as stated before this is going to be a more interactive tale. The first vote for this chapter is to decide what happens next of course. It helps, of course, to read the story before voting.

Vote "Green" if you want Team Green to succeed at their planned raid.

Vote "Blue" if you want Team Green to fail at their planned raid.

Suggestions on pranks and punishments are also welcome. I'd love to incorporate your ideas into the story. Also, thanks for the character suggestions.