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Pitch Black by spankingfemfatale
Pitch Black
Just doodling some Pitch while doing a little drinking LOL! =D I didn't see any overhead pics with him, so this is my attempt :P
Martin Luther King Jr by spankingfemfatale
Martin Luther King Jr
My job is having a contest with the theme "moving forward," and I was begged to submit something, so yeah I did :P 

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This lovely fic is a co-written piece by myself and the lovely WindChimeGhost! I’m writing for Pitch, Sandy, and Bunnymund where she is writing for North, Jack, and Toothinia.

It’s been several years since the Guardians defeated Pitch, but they are bound to cross paths again, and when they do, the Guardians have decided that things between them have to change. As with pretty much all of my fics, this contains nonconsensual spanking of an adult, so consider yourself warned!
Chapter one
The terrifying neigh of one of his fearlings echoed across the cavernous expanse as Pitch ducked to hide in one of the many shadows his lair afforded. How did this happen? He was, and had been, being hunted by his own essence since his defeat at the hands of the Guardians. After taking a hold of Sandy’s dreamsand and manipulating it to create these nightmares to be his personal army; they had so readily turned on him!
After his downfall, they had feasted on his personal torment of failure and continued to do so. There was still so much fear here deep within him that Pitch just couldn’t shut out, and he hated himself for this most. They kept him here… running… constantly lurking and hiding. If he were mortal, his heart would have given out some time ago. But as it was, these creatures only seemed to give him peace long enough to give him a false sense of security before reemerging to send him into a whole new wave of panic and terror… after all, they fed off of fear, and as it was, his was quite palpable and readily available.
How long had he been down here running from his own fears? It wasn’t fair! This was HIS domain! Why should he have to wallow in these feelings? He should be immune to them, but the truth was that there was so much more to fear than there was to hope for wasn’t there? He knew the true horrors that went bump in the night, the fears that kept man and child awake. There was so much to be afraid of, and wasn’t fear important? After all, fear was instinctual, it kept many alive. But of course the Guardians never saw his use in the world. How could they when they were so convinced that he needed to be extinguished! Such arrogance! His failure had spurned his already burning hatred of the Man in the Moon and his champions, the Guardians, but even this faded over time as the years melted into one another.
Anger had turned to despair over time as Pitch felt himself giving in to the idea that this would be his existence for the remainder of eternity, or at least until the world moved on and no longer needed any of them. Would he fade away then? Would his torment finally end like this as he just ceased to be? His heart ached at the thought as his loneliness surged to a new high and a single tear receded down his cheek. Dealing with the fear he could stand, but the isolation tore at his soul in a way that only seemed to amplify over time.
A light illuminated in the distance, and Pitch’s brow furrowed. Was it a trick? He cautiously moved towards it trying to keep his anxiety in check that this was in fact just another terrible nightmare waiting to dash any strand of hope he may have. His heart quickened as he drew near, and snorts of recognition resonated off the walls. The nightmares could sense him acutely now, and it would not be long before they were upon him he knew.
But the light; the light had not vanished as he had expected it to. No, straight above, the night sky could be seen passing through the cracked boards of the entrance to his lair. It has to be a trick! His mind screamed at him that he was a fool for even contemplating the notion. After all, this entrance had been sealed under compacted dirt so long ago that Pitch had almost forgotten what it had looked like. The light did not fade away as he had anticipated though, and the starlight above seemed to shine an ever brighter hue beckoning him.  
Pitch clamored to the top, his powers had been severely diminished since his last bout, and his weakness in this manner was not lost on him as he gritted his teeth with the effort. He half predicted that he would just be grabbed by the nightmares currently hunting him as soon as he touched the surface, to steal this small victory from him and squash his spirit that much more, but to his amazement instead the ground rumbled sinking in on itself and pulling the broken remains of the wooden bedframe into the depths to return to a smooth patch of dirt as if the hole was never there to begin with.
His eyes darted around as Pitch backed away from the anomaly he was experiencing. Was this some new level of cruelty to think he could have finally escaped that nightmare? He backed away quickly hiding holding his breath as he listened. He could hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears, but nothing happened.
He stayed that way for long minutes just waiting… still, nothing. When he finally felt he had the nerve, he moved from shadow to shadow gliding through the trees to a hilltop where the night sky illuminated its beauty. He stared now at the moon a look of puzzlement crossing his features as he shouted, “Why? Why now? Do you think this makes anything different? You’re wrong! Nothing has changed! Do you hear me! Nothing!” Pitch raged, but what he said was a lie, he had changed. Expelling many of the fearlings from him had weakened him yes, but it had also given him a newfound clarity. Suddenly his thoughts were more his own now, his anger had dulled somewhat, and what he felt more than anything was confusion and at a loss for the purpose of all this. Was the man in the moon showing him pity? The thought revolted Pitch, the last thing he ever wanted was ‘his’ pity! He got no response though, and after a time, Pitch wandered away lost in his thoughts. What was he supposed to do now?
Time passed, Pitch wandered the Earth at first avoiding the Guardians at all cost and trying to regain a bit of the previous power he held by what he saw to be parlor tricks to scare children by elongating and changing the shapes of shadows in children’s bedrooms. This elicited a few screams of terror, but the swell of power he gained from this was most often quelled as quickly as it came by a caring parent that came to comfort the fear away and encourage the child into believing his hold was not real. This of course only enraged Pitch, but it was nothing he wasn’t already used to, and so he moved on.
Pitch’s seclusion was only matched by his curiosity as he would see the Guardians like Toothinia and Sandy going about their routines, and his fear of them subsided slightly as he now took time to watch them from afar. He often told himself that they bored him, and he was only studying them to find any weaknesses he might later exploit, but the truth of the matter was that all Pitch really had was time. And time had a way of distorting the way you thought, and without much of anything better to do, it was as good a task as any to spend his nights. At least they were like him even if they couldn’t stand each other, there was some level of relatability there.
So it was that Pitch watched Jack Frost now bounding about spreading layers of frost across the houses he flitted past and pausing here and there to lay his fingertips into intricate designs on window panes, a signature pleasure it seemed for Jack. Pitch merely frowned of course remembering that of all the Guardians, Jack was the one that he had underestimated. It was this little imp that had given the little boy, Jaimie the power to stand up to him, (who was now a grandfather spreading the sickening tale of his defeat and bolstering the belief in the Guardians to his eight grandchildren much to Pitch’s disdain.)
Shaking this distasteful memory from his thoughts, Pitch returned his gaze to the sky to find Frost, but the boy had seemingly vanished. His eyes scanned the streets now realizing he’d lost sight of him. Pitch was about to focus his efforts elsewhere, after all, there was much better things to do with his night than follow that miscreant around. A cold chill ran up Pitch’s spine as a voice cleared behind him, and he stiffly turned around to see Jack staring coolly at him.
Pitch cringed momentarily at the realization of finally being caught after all this time following the Guardians and what that would mean for him, but then, this was Jack, and Pitch was confident that he could outmaneuver him by himself. He would just have to go in hiding for a time until his sighting had blown over. Regaining his composure, Pitch rose to his full height narrowing his eyes at the boy, “If it isn’t the neutral party. I see that you’ve become quite chummy with the others. Did they give you an honorary title to become their little toady?”
“Maybe,” Jack shrugged nonchalantly. “Although, I really don’t see that it’s any of your business, especially since you aren’t even supposed to be here. Why are you here? I thought we imprisoned you underground years ago. Coming out to cause more trouble?"
Pitch balled his fists at his sides his eyes darkened with his anger. Cause more trouble? The audacity of Jack Frost of all people to accuse him of such! Pitch grit his teeth and seethed, “Not supposed to be here! Why… and what makes you think that you are? Any of you for that matter!? I have just as much right as you do…” Pitch trailed off relaxing in both posture and tone, “I wouldn’t worry about me; I have been out of that hole in the ground for quite some time, and try as you might, I’m never going back.” Pitch’s scowl returned to his face as he turned away from Jack. He wished that he’d had enough power to just disappear or even better to summon a scythe blade to cut the half-pint in two, but in his current weakened state briskly walking away was the extent of his defiance as he spat, “Consider this the last you’ll see of me.”
Before Pitch got far, the crook of Jack’s staff hooked onto his shoulder, jerking him back and spinning him around to face the winter trickster.
“Not so fast.” said Jack. “You know, I almost pity you… almost. First of all, we're Guardians. That gives us every right to be here. We protect children from threats like you, in case you've forgotten. Secondly, I have every reason to worry about you--we all do--seeing how our last encounter went. You've been out of your hole for a long time? I... don't like the sound of that." Jack tapped the bottom of his staff on the ground, causing a frosty coating to cover the area between his and Pitch's feet. "Actually, I think North would like to hear about this."
Pitch’s eyes widened as he was snagged and spun about like a ragdoll, the sheet of ice Jack had created beneath their feet made Pitch struggle to keep his footing as he was swiftly slid into close proximity of the boy once more. Once his situation fully registered, Pitch narrowed his eyes summoning all the power he could muster to spew out a blast of inky darkness between the two as he stated matter-of-factly, “I think not!”
As the darkness spread out in all directions to cover a 30 foot radius, Pitch scrambled to make it to the wood line and slip into the shadows. If he could make it to the multitude of shadows there, he could disappear from Jack’s sight easily as hiding in shadows was still a definite skill set for Pitch. Unfortunately, between Jack’s staff hooked around his shoulder and the sheet of ice, it slowed him considerably. Pitch slipped and slid in a comical fashion across the slippery surface feeling quite ridiculous as the shadowy substance he’d emitted began to fade, and he’d only made it about 20 feet away. He cringed at the thought of how he must look to the Guardian. If the boy hadn’t known he’d lost most of his powers before, he would surely know now.
Jack quickly raised his arms to shield himself from whatever attack Pitch had in mind, but lowered them again when he saw the black shadows fizzle out like a dud firecracker. An amused smile formed on his lips as he watched the nightmare king slip and slide on the ice in front of him, a few of his brief positions being quite undignified. Finally Pitch could no longer control his feet. Both of them gave out from under him at the same exact time and he sat down hard on the ground.
  Jack winced. "Ooo, that's going to smart in the morning." he mumbled to himself. Unhooking his staff from Pitch's shoulder, Jack leaned against it and placed a hand in front of his mouth to stifle a giggle as he watched Pitch attempt to get up.
"What was that all about?" Jack said with a faint hint of a laugh. "Aw, did poor Pitch hurt himself?" the boy smiled down at the dark man. "Wow! Years of being confined must have taken a lot out of you."
Pitch jerked angrily as he clamored to his feet still shaking with the effort to remain upright. He growled, “Of course my struggles would be your amusement!” A slight pout crossed his features as he momentarily felt sorry for himself. He supposed he knew this day would come, but he’d hoped to not look so ridiculous when it came about. As it was, this display was shameful, and he sighed in defeat rubbing at his temples, “You couldn’t possibly begin to know what I’ve faced. No matter.” He turned a congenial smile on Jack now as he clasped his hands together, “It has been many years by your own admission, as it is, I’ve stayed out of you and your fellow Guardians’ way, so how’s about you return the favor,” he lost his smile now as his face took on a brooding seriousness, “…and leave me be. Only ill will come otherwise, so I suggest you not raise my ire.”
Jack studied Pitch for several minutes, weighing his decision. Letting him go seemed like a stupid thing to do. After all, he had proven dangerously powerful the last time they faced him and came close to ending all of them. It had been a very close call—a little too close. In the midst of it, Jack had discovered secrets about himself that he never knew and unlocked powers he never knew he had. But Pitch had grown beyond even them, and it had taken more than Jack’s power to stop him.
A look of seriousness washed over Jack’s face as he remembered back on it all. The fact that Pitch had come out into the real world again was enough to send up signal flares in the young boy’s brain. But… then again, Pitch seemed to have lost most of, if not all of his power. The lord of nightmares was helpless, unable to do any real harm. It almost seemed cruel to imprison him again, especially since he hadn't done anything threatening. What was the harm of just letting him wander?
One of Tooth’s little fairies, appearing to materialize out of nowhere, quickly flew up and hovered next to Jack’s head, bringing the boy out of his thoughts. The little baby tooth squeaked something in his ear and he nodded in reply. The hummingbird fairy turned and suddenly let out a piercing squeal when she finally saw Pitch standing before them. She darted behind Jack and poked her head up over his shoulder.
“Yes, I know,” Jack said with a sigh. “There’s no need to worry, though. He has no power.” Jack said to the fairy.
The fairy squawked in protest, however.
“Of course I’m sure.” Jack replied. “He tried using his powers just a few minutes ago and failed.”
Baby Tooth moved up to just a little past Jack’s shoulder and nervously twitched as her tiny eyes studied the dark form before her.
Jack turned his attention back to Pitch. “Okay, Pitch. I’ll let you go, just this once.” he pointed a warning finger at the nightmare king. “But I’ll be keeping a close watch on you. If you so much as step out of line, we'll be coming after you. So I suggest that you think hard about that dark hole you crawled out of every time you get the urge to spread your fear around, because if you ever give us a reason to come after you we'll put you back there."
Pitch had grown wary that Jack was not in fact going to let him go, and in his current state, the boy may have actually been able to prevent him. When the squawking fairy came to interfere, Pitch grew rigid that Toothina would soon show, and then there would be two of them against just him.  But Jack’s words lifted his spirits as the only words he really heard was that he was letting him go.
Pitch let out a laugh of triumph his toothy grin spreading fully across his face as he exclaimed in his exuberance, “Of course not! You can trust you’ll never see me again…” He backed away off the ice, and once he had a sure foothold into the snow, Pitch quickly backed into the nearest shadow as his mirth and confidence grew. He let out a soft chuckle as he became one with the shadows disappearing from sight, “Yes, you’ll never see me coming.”
Jack watched as Pitch vanished seamlessly into the darkness shaking his head, “Come on Baby Tooth, we’ve got better places to be.”
Jack Frost leisurely walked into the room where the rest of the Guardians were gathered around a grand fireplace as only the North Pole could afford. As usual, he was lost in his own thoughts and half took in everyone else around him. Baby Tooth fluttered energetically around his head, eventually flying off to join Toothiana, who was busy chattering about the newest teeth she had acquired through the night. Her excitement was lost to the wind, though, since no one else but her cared.
Bunny was complaining about his frozen feet as usual. Sandy was asleep. And there was a mixture of yetis and elves running around doing a number of different jobs at once, that is if you considered what the elves were doing to be actual ‘jobs’. Rudely drinking out of everyone’s mug of hot cocoa hardly seemed like a promising career, but Jack chuckled at the action. North, aka Santa Claus, was in a deep discussion with one of his yetis. Something about one of the toys they were making, from what little of it Jack overheard.
               Jack glanced up at the moon through the skylight over him and shook his head, wondering why it was that the man in the moon had felt that he needed a family like this. He was glad, though. He wouldn't trade any of them in for the world.
               "SO!" North turned around, clapping his hands together once, his business with the yeti finally resolved. "Report. What goes on in world? Anything I should know about?"
               "Nothing new since the last time we met." Tooth replied first, cupping some of her newest teeth in her hands like they were precious jewels. "My night of gathering teeth went smoothly. Although, there was one incident where a child almost came close to waking up and seeing me."
               "What about you, Sandy?" North turned to the little sleeping golden man hovering beside him. "Sandy!" he nudged him.
Sandy blinked awake his eyes still lulling dazedly before shrugging and emitting a gust of sand that shaped itself into a question mark.
“Report,” North repeated. “Anything unusual happen last night?”
Sandy shook his head before smiling and forming a thumbs up hand above his head.
Smiling, North nodded. “Glad to hear it.” he turned to face Jack. “What about you, Jack?”
               Jack was silent a few minutes. He had been secretly dreading this moment. Ever since their last run-in with Pitch, North had insisted on having weekly meetings where they all gathered at the North Pole and each of them reported happenings out in the human world. It was North’s way of keeping an eye on things, to make sure the children weren’t threatened again by evil. Naturally, the ones doing the most reporting were Tooth, Sandy, and himself, since they were out and about the most.
               Clearing his throat, Jack straightened up from where he had been leaning against his staff. He shrugged, looking down at the floor.
               “Nothing much to report.” he said, rather slowly. Baby Tooth immediately began squawking, flying up to his face. Startled, he took a few steps back.
               “What?” Tooth’s eyes grew wide, obviously understanding Baby Tooth’s squeaky language. She flew closer to Jack. “You mean…” Tooth’s words trailed off.
               “What? What is it?” North said, concerned. Tooth turned toward him, shaking her head, words failing to come out of her mouth.
               Jack sighed, rolling his eyes up towards the moon. “Okay, okay, I saw Pitch last night.”
               Toothiana dropped her teeth.
Bunnymund had been laid out in one of the many comfy rocking chairs covered in a homemade quit while warming his enormous feet in the fire’s warmth, but the mention of Pitch had him clamoring to the point of almost tripping as he tossed his blanket aside, “What was that you say?! Pitch! And you’re jus’ now mentioning this ta us mate?” Bunnymund was now standing beside Jack his ears peeled back in obvious agitation that Jack had not brought up the matter much sooner.
Sandy was no longer half asleep as he reflected worry of the newfound news.
“WHAT?” North bellowed. “What do you mean Pitch is loose? I am with Bunny. You just now tell us this? And what did you do with him?—let him go?”
               The whole room suddenly erupted in one huge uproar as everyone started talking at once and tried giving their opinions at the same time.
               “Relax! Everyone, relax.” Jack held up a hand, attempting to calm his comrades. “He’s harmless now. Years of being confined to that hole we put him in has taken all of his powers away. He tried using them to escape from me, but they didn’t work.”
               “They… didn’t… work,” North repeated, shaking his head, forcing a smile. “He couldn’t have been playing you for fool?”
               “North is right.” said Tooth. “How do you know he wasn’t pretending to be powerless? You can’t trust him Jack. You should know that.”
               “He told me that he’s been out wandering the world for years. I just figured that if he’s been loose that long he would have done something by now if he did have his powers.”
               “He’s been loose for years and we did not know?” North couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
               “There, you see,” said Jack. “Isn’t that proof enough? If he was still as powerful as he was when we put him in that hole, we would have known about it before now.”
               North began to pace. “It is still not good.”
               “He could just be biding his time,” Tooth mused, “Planning something.”
               “Tooth is right. Pitch is too smart to try something without plan. We must find and capture him before he does damage.”
               “Bu—but he’s harmless.” Jack protested. “It seems cruel to lock him away when he hasn’t done anything.”
               “Not done anything? HA!” North stopped pacing and spun around to look at Jack. “Have you forgotten what he did years ago? He still has lot to pay for. You seeing him last night means he has broken out of his prison. We must find him before he does damage.” North thought a moment shaking his head, “If only there were other way.”
               Tooth flew up to North. “Maybe we could punish him another way that wouldn’t require him to be locked away in that old dark hole. I… sort of agree with Jack. Even though Pitch has done a lot of bad things, it does seem… well… cruel… to keep him locked away for so long, alone.”
Bunnymund wrinkled his nose, “Are you serious? We’re talkin’ about Pitch here! Have you forgotten how close he came to throwing us all back in the dark ages?” He gave a humorless laugh, “No way we can let him just wander about all willy nilly. I say throw him back down a hole and leave ‘im to rot in the dark where he belongs.” He made a motion of washing his hands of the conversation as if he’d finally brought reason to the table.
Sandy whom had been quietly taking in the scene rose into the sky now with an uncertainty plastered on his features. He held up both hands as if he were waiting to have them filled. His dream sand formed into shapes within his cupped hands depicting a scene of Pitch’s nightmares galloping in circles with a rising laughing Pitch growing larger in the center. The dream sand shifted as a strand of sand whipped circles around the nightmares and the two coalesced into a whirlwind to bind the sand Pitch as the struggling form shrank under the binding.
“Ha! See, Sandy agrees with me!” Bunnymund threw his hands towards the mime to indicate another vote of confidence.
Sandy frowned shaking his head no as he held up the trussed figure now sitting in the palm of his hand shaking his head yes. Sandy then pulled more sand depicting a wave that covered the prone figure burying it as all the sand dissipated he wagged his finger in disapproval shaking his head no.
Bunnymund gave him a look as if Sandy had gone mad, “What, you want us to put a leash on him? What are we supposed to do when he starts hatchin’ another one a his plans ta destroy us and everything we stand for? Spank him? I mean seriously, we’re better off just throwin’ him back down that hole believe me!”  
Tooth cringed. "A leash? He’s not an animal."
“You have to admit, though, it’s a pretty good idea.” Jack chuckled. “We could put him to work around here. You know… like community service, or something like that. It would keep him busy and keep him out of the darkness at the same time. Not to mention, it would make it easier for us to keep an eye on him.”
North had been standing in the middle of the room, stroking his long white beard in thought while listening to his fellow Guardians discussing Pitch’s future. Finally he stepped forward and put a hand on Bunny’s shoulder.
“You know,” he started. “Bunny may be on to something.”
Tooth turned her attention to North.
Jack’s eyebrows lifted as he gave the large man a curious look. “You… agree that Pitch should be put back into the hole?”
“Nah,” North waved the idea off. “Now that I think about it, I am in agreement with you. Pitch being alone down in that hole,” North shook his head, “gives him too much time to hatch plots. Even though he is being punished, it does break my heart to think of him being alone and dwelling in so much blackness. There must be better way, and I think Bunny has given me idea. We will find Pitch and bring him back here to work, as Jack suggests. And if Pitch tries any funny business, I will spank him.”
The room was silent for what seemed like forever as all eyes turned to North. The only sound came from one of the elves dropping the mug he had been busy lapping cocoa out of. Jack couldn’t contain his amusement any longer and a loud laugh burst forth, earning him a startled look from Bunny.
“You serious?” Jack said, sucking in a gulp of air before trailing off into more laughter.
"What??" Tooth's pink eyes blinked, struggling to understand. The look on her face was a mixture of confusion and concern, like the thought of North spanking Pitch was worse than stuffing him down a hole.
It took a moment for what North had said to really register before Bunny also hooted, “Now that is rich! The thought of Pitch getting spanked is just too much!” He all out laughed wiping tears from his eyes before getting himself under control, “No really North, that’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard you say!”
Sandy observed the others taking in their responses before gliding up beside North and giving his arm a pat before looking out at the others as a sign that he agreed with his robust friend.
“And Sandy agrees.” Jack said, still laughing. “Oh, come on, you’re kidding right? I mean, I don’t disapprove of it or anything, but… spank Pitch? It seems… I dunno… a little weird, I guess?” he stifled more laughter that was fast coming out.
North shook his head. “I am not kidding. It’s been long time since I delivered such a punishment, true, but I cannot think of a more fitting one for Pitch.”
“But…” Tooth fluttered up to North. “Don’t you think that’s a little too harsh? Hitting him… and all,”
North turned a surprised look to the fairy. “This coming from someone who knocked Pitch’s tooth out with right hook?”
Toothiana forced a shy, guilty smile. “You’ve got me there. But… spanking…”
“Is not hitting,” North finished her sentence. “Not if done properly. Believe me; I have no intentions of permanently harming him. I’m Santa, after all.”
“I don't agree with this," Tooth shook her head. "There must be another way.”
“Nonsense,” North waved her away. “My mind is made up.” he turned. "Bunny, Jack, since you two find so much amusement in all of this, I'm electing both of you to go out and find Pitch and bring him back here."
Jack stopped laughing, turning a serious face to North. "Us? How are we supposed to get Pitch back here?"
"How do you get him back here?" North shrugged and waved a hand toward Bunny. "You will have Bunny. Throw him down a hole."
Jack gripped his staff tighter and glanced nervously at Bunny. It all sounded like a good plan, but... one part of him was still worried that something would go wrong. Even if Pitch didn't have all of his powers, he still didn't know how the nightmare king would react or what sort of fight he would put up if he knew he was being kidnapped by a boy and a six foot rabbit. Finally, he nodded.
Bunnymund straightened finally noting the seriousness of the situation, “Alright ya crazy bugger, if’n you really think bringing Pitch here is a good idea, I’ll help catch the slippery wisp. I don’t like thinkin’ of him lurking about in the shadows left to his own devices either, and I’d rather he be here than out there. I have ta say though I think you’re out of your flippin’ gourd.”
Sandy floated over to Jack and Bunny looking to both of them before looking back to North with a worried glance. It seemed the golden man was deliberating whether he should join them or stay at the Pole.
"I still don't agree with this, North," said Tooth. "I think we can handle it another way, without violence."
North turned a scowl to her. "Who said anything 'bout violence? It is not violence! Is just smacked bum. Hurt for short time, then he will be good as new."
Toothiana, face turning the slightest red, opened her mouth to comment further, but decided not to say anymore and shut her mouth. She turned a flustered glance at the rest, then quickly flew out of the room, Baby Tooth following after her. North shook his head, not fully understanding the Tooth Fairy.
Jack sighed. "Well, I guess we'd better get going." he glanced at Sandy hovering in front of them. "You coming too? I hope so. You're the only one who could probably restrain him long enough for us to get him here.
Sandy gave Jack a broad smile as he nodded lightly.
Bunnymund whipped a boomerang out mumbling something under his breath about not understanding why sticking Pitch down a hole wasn’t the best solution, but no one was paying him any mind anymore. Turning to the others, he asked, “So where do we start looking? We should probably go back to the last place you saw him ta see ifn’ we can pick up a trail… how the heck we’re going to track a shadow though is beyond me.”
Jack told the other two the whereabouts he’d last seen Pitch, and Bunny nodded grimly, “Right. I’ll see ya there in a jif. We can regroup and start scouring the area.” As he said this, he thumped a foot on the ground opening a hole that he quickly disappeared through.
Sandy smiled forming a cloud under his feet as he floated out of North’s skylight, and Jack followed as the two made their way back to where Jack had last seen Pitch.
For his part, Pitch was in a sour mood having been made a fool of by Frost. He had hidden, but as the night had waned on into the next night, he saw no one coming for him, so he relaxed thinking to himself that the flippant boy had likely forgotten about him the moment he flew away. Could he really see him as that little of a threat? The hatred and anger for the Guardians blossomed anew as Pitch fumed that he would in fact find a way to put the fear they should have for him back in their hearts.
No more of this, whatever this was where he moped about nursing his wounded pride. He had to start taking action to build up his power, so the next encounter they had, he would be much more formidable. So it was that Pitch took the opportunities to invade every child’s bedroom that he glided upon in an attempt to plague their dreams with nightmares.
When he saw the tendrils of dreamsand arching out across the sky, Pitch scowled, “Of course you would show up to fowl the lovely little nightmares I’ve worked so hard on.” No matter, he’d just steal them back he thought bitterly as he ducked under the child’s bed he’d been about to scare.
This happenstance had happened many a time before, and normally Pitch would move on to haunt another child’s dreams, but feeling indignant over his recent failures, he lay in wait to infect Sandy’s dreamsand with his own touch once the child had begun to smile obviously enjoying the dreams Sandy had emitted.
Unlike previously where when Pitch had touched the sand it had corrupted and turned black and jagged, this time the golden sand seemed to attach to his fingertips. Instinctively Pitch pulled away as if he’d been bitten, but the dreamsand was like an angry swarm of bees amassing through the window and whirling around first his arm and then the rest of him as Pitch swatted madly at the sand terrified of having the reverse of what he’d done to the Sandman in their last battle happen to him, but his efforts were in vain, and he was quickly engulfed in the sands coated in flecks of gold that adhered to him.
He went to jump into the nearest shadow, and his heart skipped a beat as a new terror filled him when nothing happened. He was still standing in the shadow, but now he was no longer able to travel through their darkness. He scrambled now out of the bedroom window running as fast as he could towards the tree line and away from the now dissipating sand. It had settled into his skin, and as he ran, he scrubbed in vain to remove it, but the sands had no substance. They were in fact shards of light he realized and as long as they were upon him, he would be unable to use his powers of shadow.
Jack Frost and Bunny walked out of the trees, into the open, cutting Pitch's escape off.
           "I don't think so Pitch," Jack said immediately hooking his staff around Pitch in case the nightmare king decided to make a run for it in another direction. Not that he would be able to get far. Jack just didn’t feel like spending the night trying to chase him down.
           “Well, that was easier than I thought it would be.” said Jack. “Nice work, Sandy! That was great thinking doing… uh… whatever you did with your dreamsand.”
Sandy dropped down from above with a smug smile on his face as Pitch’s face reflected surprised horror.
Pitch back pedaled as far as Frost’s hook yielded sneering at the object before glaring from Guardian to Guardian, “What is this?”
Bunnymund’s eyes narrowed as he stepped forward flipping a boomerang casually through the air to land swiftly back in his hand, “What do ya think it is mate? You’re coming with us.”
Why had he let himself act so brashly? He’d taken their bait he realized belatedly. If he’d just left Sandy’s dreamsand alone, he’d have been more than able to slip away unnoticed from the Guardians, but no, he had to try and one up Sandy out of petty vengeance, and now he realized instead they’d turned the tables on him.
Pitch contemplated a moment before straightening and trying his best to look imposing before them. He stared coolly down his nose at them, “You can lock me away, but as always, I’ll find my way back to the surface, and the next time we meet, I will destroy you.”
Bunny’s smile grew as he pulled out a large bag giving the dark man a sarcastic, “Sure ya will,” before unceremoniously scooping the lithe figure into it in one fluid motion.
Pitch let out an undignified yelp as he was flung over the massive rabbit’s shoulder. He screamed, kicked, and punched within the bag, “How dare you!”
Bunnymund laughed looking purposefully to Jack as he thumped open a portal, “Well now this seems awful familiar doesn’t it?” Without waiting for a reply, the Easter bunny jumped into the hole while Pitch’s inarticulate screams of rage followed.
Sandy blinked watching the scene before the hole disappeared leaving behind a lush patch of green in its wake. He turned to Jack now giving him a raised eyebrow and a soft sideways smile.
Jack waved Sandy off. “Yeah, well… The yetis… they brought me to the North Pole that way the first time.” he chuckled, running a hand through his hair, mussing it up. "Anyway, you did great tonight. I'll race you back to the North Pole." Jack bounded into the air and the wind carried him away before Sandy realized he was gone.
Catching on quickly the little golden man burst off in a determined streak of light hot on Jack’s heels.

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Christmas lends time to spend with family, and of course watching Christmas specials and what not. This Christmas we broke out The Rise of the Guardians for the boys to watch. Now I’ve seen this a few times before, and it’s niggled at me that Pitch always struck me as being in need of some love and guidance. Jason and I got to talking about the movie as we often do when I start espousing what I’d love to see happen with a given character I latch onto! :P So, for Christmas, he wrote me a little something special, and of course I want to share it with you! :D

Takes place at the end of the movie, Rise of the Guardians. Pitch has been left to his own devices for too long, and the Guardians have decided to change tactics on how to deal with him.

                                       A light in the Dark

It was cold in here, cold and dark... which normally Pitch didn't mind so much, except that it was also lonely. He'd gotten used to it before, but that was when he had just been biding his time, planning his plans and waiting until all opportunities aligned themselves. He'd been mastering the art of the Dream Sand that he commanded as an aspect of Dream, the Nightmare King.

He had discovered, that with it, he could turn the strongest of the Guardian’s powers against them, removing The Sandman from the equation while also bolstering his fearling army with a veritable swarm of recruits. He had won. There was only a single little boy between him and finally ridding himself of the Man In The Moon's bothersome Guardians.

He was going to return to controlling this world through fear, he was going to be believed in, seen again... but he had his win ripped from him in the hour of his triumph. The problem when all your power was based in fear, was when you came across a creature powerful in dream, like a child, who did not fear you.

One boy was all it had taken to turn his victory into ash in his mouth. Now here he sat again, alone and unseen. He was still locked in his reverie of times before when he had been so full of power and belief that he had ridden across the stars at will, so he did not see he had a visitor until North was upon him.

Pitch jumped, taking a step back with a guarded look. The spirit often referred to as 'Santa Claus' had his swords upon his hips, but he did not move to draw them.

The Boogeyman glared, "Why are you here... come to gloat?" he bared his teeth, "I'll have you know that setback before doesn't mean I'm powerless; you must have a death wish coming here..."

Santa held up a hand, waving off his suggestion, "Nonsense; I come here to let you know that we Guardians have been discussing you and your part on this world. I and Sandy mostly. We think that sitting around waiting for you to hatch another nefarious scheme to ruin the world probably isn't in our best interest, so have decided on more aggressive approach."

Pitch balled his fists, "So you are here to fight...!"

Once again, North shook his head, "No, no, no... aggressive, as in rehabilitation. You were like us before you became the way you are, and as the Guardians of hope, we would be remiss not to think there was also hope for you."

Black dropped his hands by his sides, his face a picture of disbelief, "What?" After a few moments he began to chuckle, then eventually his mirth grew into laughter until he was unable to stop for a while, his loud laughs echoing through the tunnels of his underground home.

North frowned at him, "Is it really so hard for you to try another way? I understand how far you've come to be what you are now, believe me, but there is always choice..." his frown grew a bit worried, "...have you perhaps forgotten who you were before? We all sense that you are old, maybe older than Man In Moon... but you have not forgotten have you?"

Pitch stopped laughing and gave the big man a cold look, "I am and have always been the Nightmare King."

Claus studied him, scratching absently at his bushy white beard as he did so, "No... I think you can, but something doesn't let you."

Black bared his teeth at him again, "And what would you know if it?"

North smiled, giving his stomach a hearty pat with both hands, "I feel it... in my belly."

The Boogeyman simply stared at him for a moment, then rolled his eyes, "I would be doing this world a favor by killing you..." attempting to use the element of surprise, Pitch summoned an enormous scythe made of living shadow and swung it at North.

The big but nonetheless agile man nimbly ducked to avoid the blow, charging forward and underneath to wrap his powerful hands around each of Pitch's biceps. From there he simply stood up, lifting the smaller spirit bodily from the ground. With his arms pinned to his sides Black's magical scythe faded away, and Claus took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh, "That is strike one. I come here to help us but also to help you... but don't think I won't put you on Naughty List."

With that he tucked pitch under his arm as if he were carrying a log and pulled a colorful glass ball from his pocket. He threw the ball and the air shimmered, a portal to another place opening in front of them in a rush of air, shimmering colors and distorted reality.

Pitch tried to meld with the nearby shadows (there were and abundance of such, of course, that was why he made his lair in such a place) but the fact that North had his arm wrapped around him prevented him from doing so.

Apparently the saint's light was strong enough to quell his diminished powers.

He kicked and struggled in the more conventional sense once he realized this, but to no avail; North was a physical monster, and there would be no breaking his grip.

He didn't get much time to think on this before they had arrived at their destination. Pitch blinked at the brightness of the place, with its golden rails, high, multi-storied ceilings, and all of the brightly colored objects of every imaginable type stacked in cluttered heaps everywhere.

Pitch scowled; he was back in North's private little kingdom: the North Pole. "Why are we here?" he asked, trying his best to look dignified from his position under North's arm and failing.

Claus smiled down at him, "It is too dark, gloomy, and lonely in that hole in the ground you were in, so now you live here with me where we can keep eyes on you and monitor your progress."

Black still wore the scowl, "You mean, imprison me. After all, I'm only here because you basically kidnapped me. I don't want to be here, and if you try to make me stay, you're going to wish you had never thought to bring me here."

North laughed loudly as if Black had made a joke and dumped him on the floor. His bright eyes followed the darkly clad spirit as he clambered quickly to his feet, "You and Jack with the 'kidnapping'. While it's true that I cannot allow you to leave the Pole during your stay, you are welcome to peruse the many areas of my realm freely when you are not working."

Pitch scoffed at him, "You're adding forced labor to the bill; honestly North I didn't think you had it in you. You are obviously insane if you think I'm going to paint toys in here like one of your little elves."

Santa rubbed at his belly as he skirted that issue distractedly, "Actually it would be more like one of my yetis but semantics aren't important, what is important is that you ruined much of our work so it's only right that you work to give back. See? Rehabilitation."

Pitch was glowering at him now. This wasn't funny anymore and the fat man's hubris in thinking he would allow himself to become his puppet was starting to annoy him. He moved close to Claus and rose to his full height (which was still a good head taller than North, but he didn't let that stop him), sticking his chest out as he gave Santa his most menacing look as he snarled, "Exactly how are you going to force my compliance? Because, as you might know, I don't care if you fill my stocking with coal on Christmas."

North glared back, "Strike two." He showed Pitch the tattoo on his arm that read 'Naughty', tapping it with his index finger, "You talk to me like this one more time and you make 'Naughty List'. I talk to Sandy for hours on how to approach you, and we decided that if we are going to bring you in, we are going to have to treat you like one of our own."

Black shrugged apathetically at his words, "But I'm not one of you. I predate you by centuries and I have no desire to lower myself to your level. You're just tools to the Man In The Moon, and even he has always hid from my glory. Add me to your 'List' fat man, see what I care."

Santa stared at him a moment and then pulled a strand of something from his pocket. Pitch backed away warily, and he had cause to be suspicious, because the item was a familiar golden glowing substance. He moved to step further way but North suddenly flicked his wrist and the strand elongated, whipping out to wrap itself around his wrist.

Pitch glanced down and saw that it had settled itself upon him as a band. He tugged at it immediately but it wouldn't budge, "What is this? What have you done?"

North pointed at the band, "A gift from Sandy. You won't be able to take it off while we're here in my domain; only he can remove it here. It will keep you from skulking in shadows or otherwise avoiding swift justice."

Pitch glanced up, "Swift jus...?" but he was unable to finish his shocked statement as the big spirit strode forward suddenly grabbing his wrist and pulling him along.

Black was annoyed, "What are you doing?!" he tried to dig his feet in, but North was far too strong; he had to work to keep his balance and was forced to walk along with Claus or risk falling over due to his failed efforts to stop.

North grunted at him and led him into his large office where he oversaw much of the work done in the Pole. Therein he sat heavily upon a soft couch and in one smooth motion dragged Pitch into his lap. The lord of fear didn't react at all at first, wearing a highly confused look on his face, but when North grabbed ahold of his robes to lift them up past his buttocks and then pulled down his pants underneath to expose his bare cheeks beneath, he really started to buck about and writhe around in surprise, "Wait! Stop!"

North did not stop, though, and to Pitch's horror, his large callused hand lifted into the air before striking home soundly against the Nightmare King's backside.

"You said you wanted to know what happens when you get on Naughty List? Well here you go."

Pitch couldn't believe it: the large man was repeatedly striking him now, and no amount of squirming saw him free of what was quickly becoming a string of unavoidable blows. "B-but I'm not some child you can treat this way! Unhand me this moment!"

Claus shook his head no, "Not child, but I told you, we must treat you like one of us, and after thought, you're antics remind us most of Jack; he best be careful he doesn't get on the Naughty List or he may share your fate, no? If you won't show respect, then I'll use one of the best ways for making unruly children mindful."

"But I'm not a child!" screamed Pitch. The pain was escalating as his posterior quickly began to accumulate the results of Santa's effort; each swat hurt a little more as his ass became a little more tender. He grabbed ahold of the couch they sat on mostly because there was little else he could do. North had wrapped one large leg around his own kicking feet and placed one powerful arm around his waist rooting him into his position with little mobility and no hope of escape.

The whole scenario was entirely humiliating and Pitch grew red in the face in addition to the redness growing across his butt-cheeks. "If you don't let me go at once there will be dire consequences!"

North shrugged, "Sorry but I have never been afraid of you. If you could have done so I'm sure you would have killed me long before we got to this step. Save your idle threats for a time when they won't get you into even more trouble." To accentuate his words, Claus' hand came down even harder and Pitch grit his teeth against the awful sting his hand produced. The sound of his large hand coming down on him filled his ears and he found himself suddenly self-conscious about how he must look draped over the other man's knee.

His anger was harder and harder to hold onto as silence (save the slapping of North's hand on his behind) passed between them. His eyes watered with how excruciating the awful sting became, and to his dismay when he glanced over his own shoulder to look at North, the big man didn't look even slightly winded, nor did he show any sign of stopping. "Okay... okay! Stop, that's enough!"

North harrumphed at him, "I decide when is enough; you don't get up until I hear you say you're sorry... and mean it."

Pitch just stared at him in bewilderment, "You..." his anger returned in a sudden flash, and he shouted at North, "I'll do no such thing you great big ignoramus!" He quickly regretted his words as North showed him once more that he wasn't hitting him as hard as possible. His hand came down in a powerful torrent of painful slaps, and Pitch howled under the barrage, his rage melting away in the face of his new distress.

He couldn't take anymore and he knew it. North had pushed him to the limits of his tolerance to pain, and it was all he could do not to let the stinging tears of pained humiliation escape his eyes. He realized that despite the jovial man's general demeanor, he was truly set out to break him, and for the first time he accepted the possibility that this degrading punishment might succeed in doing just that. As it was, the longer they continued the more aware he became that one of North's minions or North himself could spread word around about the entire ordeal. Thinking of what such knowledge could do to his reputation was the final straw to break his resolve, "Alright, fine! ...I'm sorry."

North stopped swatting him and put his hand to his ear leaning close, "What was that? You'll need to speak up."

Pitch glared at him, grinding his teeth together as he observed the small smile on North's lips, "I said I'm sorry. There, you got your lip service; are you happy?"



North gave him a meaningful look, "I told you: you have to mean it. That was as far from meaningful as I can imagine." With that he started swatting Pitch again, who bucked around immediately to the intense sting of the renewed punishment. It was worse to stop and then start again he realized with sudden clarity. So much worse.

"Wait no, I'm sorry... I'm sorry!" But his words had no effect despite the desperation he could hear leaking into them, and despite his best efforts to betray it.

North just shook his head no again, "You're only sorry that I won't stop. You'll have to convince my belly that you are meaningful and earnest."

Pitch yowled loudly as he released the last of his anger and frustration in the only way available to him. Once his rage was spent though all that remained was the steady, painful arc of North's palm, and the fact that he still remained rooted upon his lap as if he were some errant child. North knew that the dialogue he chose was for Pitch to admit defeat, and he knew that Pitch would fight it.

But even spirits have limits, and as Pitch felt the warm wetness of his shamed tears loosing themselves upon his face he did his best to hide the fact that he was crying from North. It was a pointless effort though, and when he peeked back to see that Santa was regarding him with an open face full of compassion his countenance broke, and he sobbed in frustrated humiliation. This is what it came to, he thought. He had thought himself at the bottom of his fall from glory, but in his hubris he had not realized how far he could yet fall.

"You win..." his voice mirrored his emotions perfectly, as he no longer felt there to be a point in hiding it, "I'm sorry. Obviously I underestimated your capacity for cruelty, and my pride has been broken upon my defeat. Have your laughs at my expense, only let me go."

North shook his head and his hand finally stopped, "I won't laugh. I think you are closer to meaning it, so I'll say this is good enough for now." He stood suddenly helping Pitch to his feet.

Pitch, for his part, ripped himself away from North angrily once standing and hauled his pants back up, regretting the action for the sting he earned when the fabric of his clothing rubbed the sensitive skin of his buttocks harshly.

North smiled at him, "Now that we have that ugly business behind us, let me show you the work that must be done." His voice was genial, jovial even, but Pitch could sense that refusal wasn't an option. With his backside still burning fiercely he had no desire to offer more resistance at the moment, following North's indicated path begrudgingly.

Pitch was quiet as North toured him around the Pole, showing him the various rooms for assembling different toys of all kinds. There were yeti everywhere, and Pitch wrinkled his nose at the prospect of having to deal with so many powerful jailors. By the time the tour came to an end, Pitch was still rubbing at his pained cheeks unable to help but be angrily aware that sitting down was going to be painful for a long while. North turned to regard him once their review of his expected duties painting and assembling toys was complete, "Any questions?"

Pitch scowled, "Only how long you expect to strong-arm me into such service. Also, your yeti stink like wet dogs."

A nearby yeti growled, throwing the toy it had been working on to the floor and howling out a string of garbled sounding words Pitch couldn't understand before storming off.

North pointed to indicate the yeti that had left, "That was Phil; he's very sensitive about his smell. He does his best to bathe and is very hygienic..." he stepped closer, his sudden proximity startling
Pitch more than he might have thought it would, causing the smaller spirit to bump into the wall behind him as he backed away.

North lifted his arm and pointed at the tattoo there, "That was very rude to say. Are you trying to get back onto the Naughty List so soon?"

A sudden flush filled Pitch's face as he realized he wasn't ready to continue that line of thought, and he shook his head no, looking away in humiliation to stare at the floor. He balled his fists and swore to himself that he would make North pay for making him feel like that.

North's expression turned happy again, and he clapped an unwelcome hand on Pitch's shoulder, "Good! We will go look at the room I've secured for you, and you can start work today!"

Pitch was directed to a small space to call his own that he was told once belonged to a yeti who had a falling out with Santa. Pitch stayed there as long as he could; yet more yetis came to fetch him for work in Santa's workshop. The work was dull and tedious, and Pitch moved at a snail’s pace since he lacked any motivation whatsoever.

He repeated this for much of the day each day, only allowed a small window each day to wander the plaza at the workshop or brood quietly in his own room (which he was more prone to do).

North was going light on him he knew; as a spirit, Pitch didn't need to eat or sleep: if it had been him he would have made his enemy work ceaselessly for all eternity. But Claus didn't feel this way of course, because he was soft and feeble-minded in thinking that spending time with boring yeti and annoying elves was going to make him have a sudden change of heart.

What it did do was give him plenty of time to think up his escape plan and scout out the only unguarded exit from the pole; a massive machine designed to create some kind of beacon sat atop the pinnacle of the pole's towering structure. Therein Pitch had spied that the vents on top of the machine were open on both sides, and he would be able to squeeze himself through them even without his ability to turn into shadow.

On that note, once free of the building's magic, he should be capable of removing Sandman's aggravating enchanted wristband, loosening Sandy’s grip on his own powers, so that he could simply fly away. Once he observed this; all that was left was to wait until North was suitably distracted from the machine so that he could make his move. It required enduring elves and North far longer than he would have liked, but there was one time he would be certain that Santa would be too busy to monitor him; Christmas.

Skulking about outside North's office revealed some valuable information as Pitch overheard a conversation between North and one of his yetis (even without his powers, Pitch was quite skilled at hiding after so much time slipping from shadow to shadow). "Pitch will likely try to leave on Christmas Day, since that will be the only day I'll be away. Keep a sharp eye on him, and call the other Guardians if he manages to cause you any trouble."

Pitch smiled to himself; if North expected him to try to leave on Christmas Day, then he would likely not anticipate him leaving on Christmas Eve; after all, Santa would still be extremely busy in preparation for the following day, making it just as prime a time to slip away unnoticed.

Once the day came, Pitch did everything he could think of to act as if it were just another day, despite the rising (and annoying) tide of exuberance from those around him. When he finished his shift he took pains to casually stroll about as he sometimes did when he was too bored to brood in his room, angling himself towards the machine room he needed. Once nearby he glanced around to make sure no one was watching and slipped inside.

He had observed the ports to the machine from below, but now that he was inside, he saw that a ladder led up into the metal tubes that ran outside. He smiled, "How convenient." He started towards the ladder but a large furry hand suddenly clasped around his shoulder. He jumped, looking back to see that a yeti had taken ahold of him. The creature turned him around with a flick of its wrist, then grabbed hold of his bicep and hauled him out of the machine room.

"No, wait... I was just looking around... what are you doing... let me go!" Pitch tried to drag his feet but his resistance was futile and in short order the yeti had taken him back to North's office. His heart leapt into his throat at the thought of his attempt being reported to Claus, and he noted thankfully that Santa was not in his office.

The yeti pushed him inside and locked the door behind him. He could see through the thick glass that he was marching off purposefully, likely to fetch his master.

Pitch bit at his nails, feeling as if he could feel his blood pounding in his ears as he thought of the certain repercussions of his latest failure. How in the world had he not noticed that yeti was following him? They all looked the same to him; had that been the one that North had been speaking to about 'keeping an eye on him'?

He felt sick to his stomach that he had managed to get outmaneuvered yet again by that clumsy clown North. He roared his anger and kicked the table over, papers and various gadgets flying everywhere. Of course as he reflected on the wisdom of that action and considered putting things back as they were, North entered the room. Pitch jumped, "North! Terribly sorry about that... I thought I saw... a roach; I was trying to kill it..."

North gave him an exasperated look and shook his head as he approached, "There are no roaches in the North Pole. I saw you kick my desk. Pick it up."

Pitch's face felt heated from being caught and from the shame he felt at how easily he found himself erecting the desk to its previous place. He busied himself picking up the various objects that had adorned it as he scolded himself for allowing North to control him with nothing more than the threat of a spanking, but he couldn't stop himself, proving his hidden fear true that this was indeed all it took. That only led to more shame and self-disgust, so that Pitch's mood was quite dark by the time he finished, a deep frown marking his face.

He lifted his gaze to face North, starting to recoup his anger over the way he was being treated only to see that North was moving to take hold of him. "No, wait!" he cried as he attempted to side-step the larger man, failing as North trapped him between the desk and himself, taking him by the wrist and pulling him into his lap as he sat upon the newly righted desk. He only paused a moment to address the yeti, who had come back with him, "Thank-you, Phil. I'll handle this if you wouldn't mind meeting with the others when they show up."

The yeti nodded and closed the door behind himself. Pitch struggled in vain, his face red with effort as he huffed at North, "Stop! You're going to do this to me even though I put everything back?!"

North pulled his robe up and his pants down, glowering at Pitch in a way that made the smaller man cower, "It's not about the desk. If you try to leave despite my command maybe I give you warning; but you try to escape on Christmas Eve? You will not sit for days after this one. Maybe then you remember why you should be more cooperative."

"No, please!" Pitch thrashed around until North pinned him again, and his hand came down quickly afterward, starting hard and fast this time, making it clear that the kid gloves were off and Claus intended to really make him suffer for his violation of his sacred holiday. Pitch's breathing became erratic as he became suddenly panicked, and the dull understanding of what he must look like trussed over Santa's lap again washed over him.

At that moment, even as the sharp sounds of North's hand pummeling him filled the room, the door opened, and Pitch looked over to see four familiar faces peering back at him in surprise that mirrored his own horrified shock. Jack's face turned to mirth first, "No way! You're... spanking Pitch?!"

Bunny shook his head in astonishment, "I'll give you this one big guy; that's ballsy."

Tooth covered her mouth with both hands and Sandy's face registered the least amount of surprise. As he strode in giving Pitch a smug smile as he crossed his arms over his chest. He didn't say anything of course; Sandy never said anything, but the look on his face said enough: he was gloating over Pitch's situation.

"Let me up!" Pitch cried, "Stop! ...please!" The rush of sudden exposure and humiliation coupled with what he had already been feeling was too overwhelming, and Pitch felt tears threatening the corners of his eyes. No! He mustn’t let them all see him this way; he had to keep his composure! Telling himself that didn't seem to help much though, as his own mind couldn't help but retaliate by reminding him that he was laid about Claus' lap bare-bottomed like some delinquent school-boy.

North gave him a few more swats before stopping to address the others as they entered. "Ah, you all arrived so fast; good. As you all know, we agreed to take more aggressive approach to issue of addressing Pitch's aggression towards us..."

Bunny whistled, "Phew, if I had known that was what you and Sandy cooked up, I woulda said you were bonkers..."

North shrugged, "Well, it was mostly my idea, but Sandy helped make it happen with this enchanted band here. He pointed to the band on Pitch's arm, "With this on he is like mewling kitten."

Pitch's face flushed again at the fact that they were all talking about him in such a way, and he hid his face, shaking with the way he felt and the total feeling of impotence that accompanied it. To his surprise he felt a soft hand touching his face, and gentle fingers guided him to look into Tooth's large eyes, the hummingbird fairy spirit having bent down to look at him.

At first his thought was to pull away, but what he saw in her eyes held him: compassion. Much as what he'd seen in North's face as well before but even more so here, he would almost swear that she felt his misery. "Why...?" he murmured, feeling his tears betray him again and glide down his cheeks without a care for how they humiliated him.

She continued to caress his cheek, her own eyes watery as if she might for some reason begin to cry as well, "It was my idea to try to get you to reform instead of imprisoning you, but I see that's still how you feel. I'm sorry; I know that you were like us once, and I just wanted to give you a chance for change no matter what you might have done in the past."

Pitch ripped his face from her grasp, scowling at her, "You have no idea who you're talking to; none of you do."

North raised his hand again and Pitch flinched, but Tooth's voice cut through the threat of continuation, "Wait, please." All eyes turned to her and she blushed, "Do you mind if I try?"

Jack's mouth hung open, "Wha...?"

Bunny's look was incredulous, "Wait, let me check this; you want to spank him?"

North looked at her sincerely, "Are you sure? He's a bit of a kicker..."

"I won't need to hold him down, will I Pitch?" she said.

Pitch blinked at her and then realized what she was doing as she sat in a nearby chair and patted her lap, "You'll come along quietly for me, won't you?" she asked.

She was offering for him to be free of North this time, even if it meant he would be going willingly into her version of the punishment. He thought to give them all a cutting remark of some kind, but honestly he was too drained from what had happened thus far and the opportunity to switch over to someone whose hand would hit him a lot more softly was undeniable to his shaking, pained cheeks.

He rose, if hesitantly from North's lap and the other spirit did not try to stop him. He reached back to pull his pants up, and Claus shook his head, "You won't be needing those up yet."

His face burned with shame as he quickly crossed the room with his trousers down, wondering if that hadn't managed to be the most humiliating thing that had ever happened to him. He hesitated at Tooth's lap, but deciding that he had come this far and still painfully aware that he was standing around with his trousers down, he moved to get it all over with and prostrated himself over her narrow lap.

She placed one hand gently on his back and the other raised into the air to begin. Before she started, she leaned close, so that only he could hear her, "I'm sorry it's come to this, but it doesn't have to be this way." With that her hand became a flurry of movement, and he shouted in surprised pain as her hand came down in repeated lightning strikes, hitting him with a sound like that of a striking whip.

She had tricked him into thinking her punishment would be more easily endured, but this was just as bad if not worse! To make matters worse, she wasn't holding him down, so he had to hold himself in place against the flurry of painful slaps or risk further embarrassment on account of being unable to sort himself through a beating from a small hummingbird fairy.

Unlike North with his quietly judgmental punishments; she spoke throughout, "You can be the person you were before you changed, or even be someone else now, after all if you changed once, why wouldn't you be able to change again?"

Still reeling from the unexpected level of pain, Pitch sneered at her, "What in the world makes you think I'd want to be anyone other than who I am now?"

She gave him a sad look that made him ache in his heart for some reason he couldn't fathom. She... reminded him of someone. He pushed the feeling aside. No; he couldn't stop now, not after having come this far...

Tooth's hand continued its work, "Jack told us what you said to him." Pitch looked away from her now, but she continued anyways, "You can have those things; be believed in, be seen... with fear, yes, you potentially could have that again. But if you ever want family again..."

He looked back to her, his face vulnerable and confused, because what she said was true. She stopped spanking him and lifted him so that he sat beside her. To his surprise, she wrapped her arms around him and pulled him into a hug. He was stiff at first, shocked and still swimming through the sea of conflicted emotion that churned in his heart, but then he found himself hugging her back.

Coming to this point pushed him past where he was and for a brief moment he was able to forget his humiliation and the presence of the others in the room. All he could feel now was the warm embrace of someone who cared despite himself, and a feeling he hadn't know he still had came rushing to the surface as he wept into her shoulder.

She kissed his forehead and stroked his hair, assuring him with soft words that he would be alright.

For the first time in centuries, Pitch felt something fill the void in his heart, even if he felt the things that possessed him pushing back. He glanced at his wrist and saw that the flesh of his arm around the band looked far more healthy now, returning to a natural rosy color as opposed to its usual pale hue. He glanced over at Sandy and saw the same smug smile.

That impish creature... could this be what he had planned all along? Pitch had forced him to become Nightmare before in his attempt to dominate Dream, but it would seem that perhaps Dream wished to return him the favor in reverse.

Could his nightmares of loneliness be turned to dreams of family after all this time? He clutched Tooth tightly; the demons inside him roared in fury at the notion, but Kozmotis Pitchiner wanted to be saved...
I finally took the time to make our baby registry! So now I'm sharing it for any who might be interested in participating. =D

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Ka-ren Featured By Owner Jan 29, 2016
Thank you for the watch ) :tighthug:
Supermariogirl45 Featured By Owner Jan 11, 2016   Writer
um? Do you take requests at this time?
spankingfemfatale Featured By Owner Jan 12, 2016
I don't have time to do art for myself these days let alone anyone else sorry. What were you looking for?
Supermariogirl45 Featured By Owner Jan 12, 2016   Writer
I was looking for some Mario spanking art my sister showed. The one when Mario spanks his Little brother Luigi
spankingfemfatale Featured By Owner Jan 12, 2016
I sent her a link a long while ago, I don't know where it is anymore sorry
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Ka-ren Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2016
Thank you for the fav )
spankingfemfatale Featured By Owner Jan 4, 2016
Thank you for making art to fave! :)
The-Devine-Rat Featured By Owner Nov 17, 2015  Hobbyist
LOVE your work, especially your fanfics. Favorite author over on I wonder if there are any Ed/Oswald pairings in the future? ;)
spankingfemfatale Featured By Owner Dec 27, 2015
Thank you! =D I think those two cause more mischief than even Jim could keep up with ;) Not really my pairing for a spanking scene, but they are a fun duo :)
Rukshanas Featured By Owner Nov 15, 2015  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thanks for the fav! I love your Oswald Cobblepot painting.
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