A sparring match - And some Disciplinary Action

It had taken several minutes of tugging, dorky princess undies stretching, and a certain bratty Wolverine clone demanding her fellow X-Men disable the simulation, but eventually, the Wedgieverine’s pre-school panties did shred.

Of course, a blushing Laura had rushed to change, running back into the Danger Room’s minutes later for the next training exercise to determine her capabilities, hoping to regain her dignity.

She had done more than just remove those shredded undies of hers though, changing costumes entirely, she seemed to be in her own version of the classic Wolverine, the tight spandex clinging to her bubbly behind, even the slightest movement making them jiggle slightly. Still, she smirked, smugly, there was no way to snag her undies on anything in a full-body costume, after all!

On the other side of the field stood Psylocke, causing the Wolverine to roll her eyes, looking unimpressed. “Really? She is the one who is going to be testing my skills? I could not get someone stronger?”

In the viewing gallery, Emma just smirked, from telepath to telepath, already sending over a ‘plan’ on how exactly to handle the shorter girl when their sparring session began. She activated the intercom. “Beginning in five… Four… Three… Two… One… BEGIN!”

Less than a minute later…

“OW! OW! O-OKAY! I’m sorry! I’M SORRY! P-PLEASE! M-MY ASS!” Laura squealed, finding herself planted firmly over the psychic ninja’s lap, legs dangling awkwardly off of the ground. Her outfit shredded in the most unfortunate of areas after a strike of Psylocke’s blade, exposing the dorky clone’s second pair of princess-themed undies, along with an equally dorky training bra. The feral mutant having almost no chest to hide, despite her blushing.

“No can do, X-Wedgie-Me. The timer says five minutes, I still have four more to enjoy!” Psylocke declared smugly, already having a plethora of ideas to unleash on an unfortunate Laura, who could only blush redder.