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It started as a joke.  The three buddies were somewhat high when they plunked down a hundred credits for a lottery ticket.  Their real names cannot be written in this script so we shall call them Merlin, Kris and Harvey.  The next afternoon, significantly more sober they regretted it but it could not be undone.  Harvey complained of how much top-grade weed [again, a substitute name] they could have gotten for that bundle.

It was exactly four-zero in their septenary numbering system [which is twenty-eight in our decimal system] alien days after their hundred credit folly that the winning numbers were announced.  The trio was the SOLE FIRST PRIZE WINNER and did not have to share it.  The prize was the vacation trip of a lifetime to some other world called “EARTH” which was the third planet that orbited a star called “SOL” by that world’s dominant life form.

They took the required familiarization course and went off on their adventure-of-a-life-time with the great enthusiasm that could be expected of three young men who had just come of age.  They were ‘packed’ in hibernation pods and along with supplies loaded in the wormhole transport vessel for the trip.  The trip was possible because both worlds were similar in mass, size and atmospheres so that space suits were not required.  They were bipeds about the same size as Earthlings so with proper garments and full head masks they could mix with the primitive natives.  It would be a violation to show their tails or blue skin in anyway that would attract the interest of the authorities.

They were billeted in a very comfortable structure which appeared to the locals to be an abandoned house situated in a small quiet town that was conveniently close both to a major city and fantastic natural wonders.  They were even provided with a vehicle that would baffle any Earthling who examined its engine to go exploring.  They spent many hours observing the strange planet Earth and its even stranger inferior dominant species.  The upcoming holiday – Halloween – that was going to be celebrated by the natives sounded absolutely fascinating.  There was nothing remotely similar on their home world.

They did some research and learnt how the original meaning was all but forgotten.  Now it was just a lot of fun for the juveniles and those young of heart to dress up in outlandish costumes and party.  The central thing was for the juveniles in costume to beg for treats using the special (magic?) word Trickortreat.© YLeeCoyote

They decided that they would participate.  They went shopping and got a mess of stuff.  They were not cultural anthropologists and in a totally alien culture mixed things up that would cause the natives to laugh.  Fortunately, they read that the custom was to light up the front of the house if one welcomed little ones visiting otherwise leave it dark.

They put lights on the porch and a faux gravestone with a dark figure with a scythe on the lawn.  They turned the lights on after sundown a few days before the holiday.  This change was noted in the local newspaper with a story and a picture captioned “What is happening with the old ‘haunted’ Redlingshafer mansion?”  They could not have bought better publicity.

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The holiday arrived.  Our three visitors dressed up in their holiday costumes.  Of course, they were not going door-to-door for they were no longer juveniles but adults could also have fun.  It was right about sundown that the parade of the little kids began.  They were very little and always standing by the gate were hovering parents keeping a close eye on their precious spawn.

They were all well behaved.  They knocked on the door and said the magic word Trickortreat and held out a sack for the expected tribute.  They each received a small candy bar and an apple.  Mixed in with the “Thank you” were comments like “I’ve been a good boy, Santa.” to Kris and “You’re very big bunny rabbit.” to Harvey.

The comments changed when the visitors were older asking who the figure in black was.  “I am Merlin, Wizard to the King.”  It was very entertaining to see such a wide variety of costumes on their visitors.

It was only because they were telepathic that they also heard the unvoiced thoughts about behavior with worries about getting coal rather than candy and of spanking.  Almost all the misbehaviors were positively trivial and beating seamed excessive.  It was just more evidence what strange and primative creatures these Earthlings were concluded the aliens.

As the evening progressed they noticed things changing.  Porch lights were getting turned off and the visitors were now almost fully grown.  Not only were they bigger but in regular clothes and more demanding.  Some had evil thoughts of causing damage if they were not properly ‘rewarded’ and some even carried stuff to do that.  This was really a surprise.

It was a group of three delinquents that caused them to act in a way that they could never have imaged.  Each of the three was telepathically yelling nasty things although their companions could not hear them.  A quick conference between the aliens established a give-them-what-they-deserve plan in fitting with local customs.

“The beer is in the cooling unit.” said Harvey, “This way.”

“Could it be Easter so soon?” opined one delinquent.

“Naw. It must be Christmas for Santa is here.” said the second.

“Yeah, Santa has great presents.” said the third.

“Indeed, I have special presents for all of you.” said Kris as he went into another chamber and pressed a few buttons.  A light now glowed on the control panel and the outside lights went dark.  The three were confused as well as frightened as they were ordered to stand against the wall which no longer seemed to be in an old mansion.  They found that could not resist although each thought of fleeing.

“You have come here to do us harm.  That is forbidden!  You shall be severely punished!” resonated through their heads although they did not hear any voices.  “Remove your clothes.” was the next order.  The three yelled.

“No way.”

“Let us go.”

“You don’t have the right.”

Since they did not obey, the three hosts each approached a youth.  Grabbing their jackets on each side at the waist they yanked.  In a second zippers and buttons were detached opening the fronts.  Each Earthling was spun around and the jackets pulled off.  Shirts disappeared from bodies in seconds as buttons flew.  After belts were pulled from their jeans before their jeans and boxer were also rent into rags.  Interestingly the three heavy leather belts that they had been wearing were now menacingly dangling from the aliens’ hands.

“Bend over and lean on the wall.”  The three were petrified.  They were afraid to obey fearing the belts and afraid not to obey after they were stripped.  The aliens graciously helped them get into position.  Three bare butts were now presented for punishment.

And punishment they received generously as the magic word had been used although not only for their evil plans for this night but generally.  Three belts were raised and swung back down to connect with the upraised bottoms.  Over and over the belts did their job until there were three flaming red tails in great pain.  There were many howls as they were told they must reform between the hard cuts.

As the three red-tailed boys sobbed at the wall, the aliens got chairs and sat down.  The three crying red-tail boys were summoned and taken over laps for three simultaneous, old-fashioned spankings.  Even without the warm-up strappings these hand spankings would have hurt for not only were the aliens stronger but their hands were harder than those of humans.  Each spank elicited still another howl and after a while all three were bawling like babies.

“Pick up your clothes.” was the command from Harvey while Kris opened the door.  It was Merlin who erased their short term memories with a telepathic burst.  Without any additional ceremony the three were kicked out (literally).  They fled as fast as their roasted tails would allow.  They littered the public way as they ran aimlessly in their confusion for they dropped many things.

The aliens collected all the decorations and put them in the recycle unit along with all their other Earthly things.  Then just before midnight, local time they got into their transport pads in the vessel and each pressed the return home button.  The computers took over.  Soon they were hibernating and traveling home through time and space with wonderful memories and the house shutdown.

The three very confussed, incoherent, red-tailed hooligans were picked up the next morning by deputies but they could not explain why they were naked nor anything about the state of their posteriors.  The trail of clothes-cum-rags led to the old mansion and the sheriff investigated but found nothing but a dusty old abandoned house as he had known it for ages.  Many in the town wondered about why the old Redlingshafer mansion had been so lively for that one evening.

The End

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