Terri's Peep Hut ~~ Fiction Archive

Disclaimer: I own no one, not even the peeps in question. They own themselves ;)

Summary: In a kitchen in Connecticut, all sugary hell breaks loose. Logan and Rogue try to get themselves some sex in the midst of it.

Comments: Scant appearances by Baba Wawa and Martha here, and not much of the other x-men either. Kind of demands another sequel, doesn't it? If you want to read more about the Peeps adventures, check them out HERE.

When we last saw our heroes, they'd been captured by two of the most diabolical minds in America - Barbara Walters and Martha Stewart. Making matters worse, Storm could no longer control the peeps she had unleashed, and the X-men sent to rescue our heroes found themselves under attack by a multitude of the terribly undigestible candies known as peeps

"Oh, God, Logan, what will we do?" Rogue clung to her man, trying to stay calm in the face of the peep onslaught.

"First, we gotta figure out which ones are the ones that make us have sex. Then, we gotta kill the rest of 'em. Then, we gotta get that blonde chick who thinks the claws are for kitchen use - I'm not a goddamn can opener!"

Impressed with her lover's plan, Rogue agreed, "Yes, that's good. Let's - let's try to find out which are the sex peeps." Bravely, Rogue stooped down to an alarmingly pastel blue peep and said hello.

The peep responded with a hearty "Angstfic!" and charged Rogue. Suddenly, she had visions of some horrible misunderstanding between herself and Logan that forced them to lead separate lives and -

"DIE!!!" Jubilee luckily exploded the blue peep before any serious damage could be done. Turning away to fend off advancing green peeps, she winked at Logan and said over her shoulder, "You owe me one, dude."

"That was close." Rogue knew that she just *had* to find the sex peeps, and quickly. God only knows what some of these monsters might do to her and Logan.

"Yeah, I think so. Look - here comes a pink one. Let's try again." She took a few hesitant steps forward before she felt Logan's hand on her arm.

"Hang on there. I'd better do this. Just in case." Rogue didn't like that idea, but when she glanced back at the pink peep, it had an evil brown smile on its face and an unholy glint in its miniscule brown eyes. On the other hand, she thought, it *is* Logan's turn.

"What kinda peep're you?" It just giggled. "Uh, you ain't one of them angst peeps are ya?" It shook its little pink head no. "Come on, tell me what kinda peep you are. I'll - uh - I'll be nice." Logan mentally added "if you're a sex peep."

The pink peep appeared to be deciding what to tell Logan. Finally, as the sounds of battle and the acrid stench of burning peeps filled the air, the pink peep locked eyes with Logan, then said in its horrific, shrill, marshmallowy voice, "Amnesia fic!"

"Arrgh!!!" Logan clenched his head in his hands as all of his memories were sucked out by the peep. Rogue tried to come to his aid, only to have the evil pink monster steal her memories too. When at last they were both laying in a heap on the floor, the pink terror let out a resounding "BURP" and went off in search of more memories to bloat its fetid marshmallow body on.

"I don't know, but for some reason, I just want to throw you down and have sex with you."

"Huh. Me too." Unbeknownst to them, a green peep was creeping up behind them. "Well, you wanna?"

"I, ah..I don't think so. I mean, uh, who are you again?" Rogue couldn't remember what she was like as a person, but she was fairly sure she wasn't *that* easy.

"I dunno" As Logan reached back for memories no longer there, the green peep made its assault, flinging itself atop Rogue and crying out, "Plot twist fic!" Her memories came flooding back in a rush, and, remembering that she *was* that easy, at least where Logan was concerned, she flung the peep onto him.

Unfortunately, his primal instincts beat out the return of his memories, and he did the worst possible thing he could've at that moment. He immediately ate the peep.

"Yeah.." He was already beginning to turn green. There wasn't much time. The marshmallow was spreading throughout his system and not even his healing factor could fight it without some help.

"Trust me, Logan." With that, she punched him in the stomach, as hard as she could.

He threw up the peep, and the rest of the contents of his stomach. In an epic stroke of bad luck, he managed to vomit all over a yellow peep that was escaping the battle.

"Oh, no!" Rogue didn't want to guess at what was coming next. And she didn't have to.

The yellow peep shook the contents of Logan's stomach off its ears. Noticing that there were remnants of his green peepy brother, the yellow peep's eyes got larger and browner. Finally ready to wreak its savage revenge, it cried, "Uncharacteristic fic!"

Rogue let out a gasp as Logan dropped to his knees and picked up one of her feet. "What are you doing?"

He looked up at her with tender eyes and a gentle smile. "Darlin', have you ever had a pedicure? 'Cause I think it'd be fun to paint your toenails. I could even get some - "

Rogue snatched her foot away. "What the hell is wrong with you? Pedicure?" She had to reverse the effect of this peep, and fast. She liked her men on the baddest end of the bad-ass spectrum, men who didn't even know what a pedicure was, let alone want to give her one. The very thought sent shudders through her.

Catching the first good break of the day, she spotted an orange peep trying to scuttle past her. She deftly grabbed it, while kicking Logan away as he repeatedly attempted to grab her foot. She had exceptional balance.

"Look - I'm not going to kill you. Not yet. But I want to know what kind of peep you are and I want to know right now." She fixed the orange bunny-shaped marshmallow with a deadly serious stare.

Looking at its trembling, wiggling body skeptically, she repeated, "What?"

"What could it have meant by 'foof'?" Rogue turned to Logan who was at the moment dressed in a tuxedo and smiling at her. She didn't like the looks of that smile.

"Oh, Rogue, I dunno what foof means, all I know is that I wanna be with you for the rest of my life. I love you so much and I want us to get married and have kids and live in a big house with a white picket fence." He was holding out a hand to her, and he looked sincere.

"Oh my love, you have made me the happiest man alive." Just then, a purple peep scurried past, trying to avoid one of Remy's charged cards. The peep careened into Rogue with a sticky SPLAT and remained stuck to her leg.

This confused Rogue, since it didn't include the word "fic" like the other peep-cries had. Apparently Logan had an idea what the peep was referring to, though, because he let out a frustrated moan.

"What does it mean, Logan?" Rogue asked, as she shook the purple peep off of her leg.

"It means a long, long buncha stuff. It'll take forever for us to have sex in a series. Christ, it might never even get finished!"

"Oh no, that won't do." Rogue wanted sex, and she wanted it now, not whenever they got around to it. "We've *got* to find those sex peeps, dammit!"

Just then, a white peep peered out from behind a beautifully crafted planter. "Psst," it called to Logan and Rogue. "Over here."

"Hey - you talk." Logan had a knack for noting the obvious. "Wait. It could be dangerous. Stay back, darlin'."

What a brave, brave man, she thought. Either that or it hadn't occurred to Logan that perhaps this kind of talking, albino peep could be the most dangerous of all.

"What kinda peep're you?" Logan eyeballed it, trying to establish man-peep superiority.

The peep heaved a sigh, apparently irritated. "You know, the master peep. Like a master vampire."

"Yes, story, it's what you're in right now. Some wackadoodle author got it into her head to write a funny story about possessed Easter candy. That's why you're surrounded by us. I mean, honestly, do you think that peeps talk? Or get possessed? Of course it's a story."

"I dunno." Logan seemed to be the very definition of confused, and Rogue wasn't faring much better.

"Look. I don't want to be incinerated or put into some damn Martha Stewart souffle. If you protect me from the other x-men, I'll make the story go however you want."

"I mean, I really can't do that. I don't know how. Those peeps - they're the author's creations, the plot bunnies flung by beta readers or lurkers, God only knows. I can only control the story."

Rogue and Logan exchanged a look. They had no idea what the hell this peep was talking about. Beta readers? Lurkers? Were these some kind of secret organizations, like the Brotherhood? Were they responsible for the origin of the peeps? Logan decided to table those questions to ask something far more important. "What about the sex?"

"As much as you want, OK? I can do smutfic just fine. NC-17, I promise. Now, please. They're coming closer." Rogue looked up from the white peep just in time to see her fellow x-men advancing in their direction. They had to make a decision.

"I, uh, thought we were fairly clear on that. We want sex. Uh, now." Logan was a little embarrassed to be telling some marshmallowy possessed candy about his love life, but if it got him a little quality time with Rogue, he'd get over it.

"Oh!" Rogue apparently had some ideas. "How about on a beach? On a deserted tropical island?"

"Good. Fine. I'll try that. Hang on." The white peep closed its little brown eyes in concentration.

Suddenly, Logan and Rogue were transported to a beautiful deserted island, on a white sand beach. They were naked, and as soon as they realized that, Rogue dropped the peep and jumped Logan.

"Wait - uh- darlin' - just a sex. I mean *sec*. Sec. Just a sec." Rogue harumphed, but Logan knew this was important. "How long do we have?"

The white peep giggled and ran off into the underbrush. Logan thought his sensitive hearing picked up something like "one per customer" as he scurried into the distance.

"Well, what do we do now?" Rogue made herself comfortable on the beach. She had a pretty good idea of what she wanted to do now, but wondered if Logan was going to try to chase the peep instead.

In reply, he lowered himself to the sand beside her. "We hope that little bastard put us in some kinda series, darlin'." She smiled and drew him to her, as the white peep careened through the lush underbrush, already concocting the next story.