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Shantae Wedgie Story	By : Revenger Category: +S through Z > Shantae Views: 2280 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Shantae and I make no money from this story. Warning - Wedgie fetish and all main characters are 18+.

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Rottytops yawned as she woke up. She sat up in bed, looking for a certain half-genie to latch onto. Where is she? she wondered as she scratched her backside. She wouldn’t just leave without telling me. She pulled herself out of bed and headed into the bathroom. On the mirror she noticed a sticky note attached. She pulled it off the mirror and read it out loud. “‘Dear Rotty,’” she began. She noticed a kissy face drawn on the center. “Awwww,” Rotty murmured, beginning to blush. “‘Squid Baron needed help babysitting his kids while he’s running errands. I’ll be back tonight, I promise! I also bought some more coffee beans for you! And don’t forget about our first anniversary tonight! Love, Shantae.’”

Rotty put down the sticky note before smacking herself in the head. “Shit,” she cursed, no longer constrained by Shantae’s rules of the house. “I forgot about the anniversary.” She looked around, wondering how she could prepare for their upcoming date. A few days had passed since their last encounter with Risky Boots and Bolo and Sky had begun a steady relationship. I wonder how they’re doing, Rotty murmured inside her thoughts.

Rotty let her bare feet move somberly, transporting her from the bathroom to the kitchen. She picked up the box of coffee beans sitting on the countertop. A faint smile curled onto her lips. “My favorite,” she whispered, reading the brand name and tagline. “‘Zombos. Best coffee for the undead.’” Rotty chuckled to herself. “She knows me too well.” She placed the coffee beans and water into the machine, letting it prepare as she whistled a song. She pulled out her cell phone from her pocket and checked for text messages. She had only recently gotten the device, having only discovered its existence through Mimic. The scientist had created the technology and sold it throughout Scuttle Town and all of Sequin Land. He had done this to make long distance communication between himself and Shantae easier.

Rotty raised an eyebrow, reading the sender of the latest text message. “What does Sky want?” she wondered aloud. “‘Can you help me and Bolo clean out my garage today?’” The zombie noticed that the message had been sent only a few minutes ago, meaning that Sky had not been waiting long. Rotty sighed, quickly typing a response back. “Sure,” she murmured, pressing the send button. While she and Sky got along now, Sky still felt like a doting older sister to her. A buzz came from her phone, giving her a response. “‘Thanks,’” she read. She put the phone down and changed into her normal clothes: a loose purple tank top, navy blue jean shorts, brown shoes, and a yellow headband.

“Let’s get today started,” she murmured, stretching her arms out. She pulled her leg behind her back, stretching it out to its max. Once she finished stretching, she pulled out a red mug and poured the coffee into it, licking her lips in anticipation as the delectable liquid slowly poured into her cup. Once she finished pouring the substance she drank it all in one gulp. Her eyes popped open as her body jolted awake. “Oh yeah,” she murmured, feeling reenergized. Every part of her undead body felt alive again as the caffeine surged throughout her system. “That hits the spot.” She cleaned out the coffee mug in the mug in the sink and put the cup in the dishrack to the left side, leaving it to dry. She put her phone back in her pocket and walked out of the house.

As she was walking throughout Scuttle Town, she took a shortcut through an empty alleyway between houses. Thunderous laughter echoed through the air, putting her on guard. “Ho ho ho!”

Rotty groaned as she clenched her fists. “What are you doing here?” she demanded, watching a familiar pirate walk up to her.

“You know what I want,” Risky said sweetly, hovering ever closer to Rotty.

Rotty raised an eyebrow. “You’re still mad about that atomic we gave you?”

“Yes!” Risky roared, stamping her feet into the ground and kicking up dust along the way. “You humiliated me!” She pulled out her sword and began slashing in Rotty’s direction. The zombie jumped back numerous times, barely dodging each swipe. “Do you have any idea how embarrassed I was, you runt?! How many people saw me like that?!”

“You deserved it,” Rotty spat, kicking Risky in the stomach. The pirate crumbled to the ground, holding her aching gut. “I don’t know why Shantae gives you so many chances. You’re never going to change.”

“Shut up!” Risky screamed, jumping to her feet. The pirate pulled out her gun from her pocket and wrapped her finger around the trigger. Rotty smacked the gun away with a backhanded slap, infuriating the pirate even more.

“You’re pathetic, you know that?” Rotty pointed out.

“I’m pathetic?” Risky questioned. “I’ve accomplished more than you ever will, zombie. I’ve stolen the runt’s powers, I’ve beaten the Pirate Master, and nobody’s come closer to controlling the Genie Realm than me!”

“All of your accomplishments amounted to nothing!” Rotty shouted back, getting into Risky’s face. “Shantae got her powers back! You couldn’t beat the Pirate Master without Shantae helping you! Shantae has always stopped you and she always will.”

“Ahhhh!” Risky yelled, throwing several kicks at Rotty.

The zombie evaded the kicks, moving to the side before low kicking Risky. The pirate fell over, landing on her face. Rotty sighed in disappointment. “By the time you’re dead, nobody’s going to remember you,” she stated somberly. “Everyone’s going to remember Shantae because of the good she’s done. If you’ve got an ounce of good in you, just give up already and start over.”

Tears dripped from Risky’s face as she pulled herself up. “No, I’m the Queen of the Seven Seas. Nobody is going to forget me.” She slammed her fist into the ground, creating a large crack in the surface. Old memories echoed into her head. She closed her eyes, seeing a familiar face: the Pirate Master. Her eyes reopened to her former teacher standing before her. There she and her mentor stood, surrounded by the blackness of space. His arms were crossed and he had a disappointed look on his bony face.

“You’re so weak, Risky,” the Pirate Master murmured.

“No, I’m strong! I promise you!” the younger Risky answered, backing away. She was merely a teenager at this point, yet to be fully consumed by the Pirate Master’s influence. With a single swipe, the Pirate Master backhanded Risky, sending her flying.

“If you were so strong, that wouldn’t hurt,” the demon replied. “I need a strong second-in-command. You can’t be that if you get pushed around so easily.”

Risky struggled to pick herself up. Her body trembled as she felt the bloody mark slashed across her face. She rubbed the mark, causing the blood to stain her right wrist. “I won’t be pushed around!” she shouted, jumping to her feet. “I’ll make something of myself!”

“Tsk. Tsk. Tsk,” the Pirate Master said with a sigh. “If you keep this act up, you’ll be dead in no time. You’ll just be another body in the grave and nobody will remember you.”

Risky gasped for air, holding onto her throbbing head. “No...” she whimpered, curling into a ball. “I’m not weak...”

Rotty raised an eyebrow. Looks like I broke her, she thought to herself. I think I finally understand her. She took note of Risky’s words. Her insistence on being strong and remembered must have given the pirate an inferiority complex. Rotty could only assume Risky received such a condition from the Pirate Master. She could now grasp why Shantae had given Risky so many chances. She almost felt bad for Risky, who was no longer the threat she once was. She let out a sigh and held out her hand. “Hey, you need some help?”

Risky opened her eyes, seeing the hand generously presented to her. “After all I’ve done, you’d give me another chance?”

Rotty shrugged. “You’re not really a threat anymore,” she pointed out. “And I’m tired of fighting you.”

Risky wrapped her arms around Rotty, displaying more vulnerability than she had since she was a teenager. “Thank you,” she whispered.

Rotty’s eyes widened in surprise. She had never expected Risky to ever say those words. “You’re welcome,” Rotty responded, hugging her back. Once their embrace ended Rotty pulled out her phone. ‘Where are you?’ she read Sky’s latest message. I’ll be there soon. Don’t get your panties in a twist, Rotty texted back. She returned her gaze to Roxie. “I need to go help out some friends. You can join me if you want,” she offered, surprising Risky.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?” Risky questioned. “I’m not exactly a good person and everyone knows that.”

“You want a better life?” Rotty replied.

Risky nodded. “Yes.”

“Then follow me,” the zombie suggested, walking down the alleyway. The pirate followed behind her, wondering how far the distance was to her friend’s house.

“How many friends do you have outside of the runt?” Risky questioned.

“She has a name,” Rotty said angrily, not even looking back to face her. “Use it.”

Risky groaned as she corrected herself. “Do you have any friends besides Shantae?”

Some,” Rotty admitted. “You remember my brothers, right?”

“Yeah, they were easy to bribe,” Risky pointed out, reminiscing about the time Abner and Poe sold the half-genie out for coffee. She found it humorous that zombies kept their sanity through drinking coffee.

“Don’t remind me,” Rotty said through gritted teeth.

“If I recall correctly, you wanted Shantae’s brain, right?” Risky guessed. “When did you stop wanting her brain and start going for her heart?”

Rotty blushed, stopping in her tracks. “I don’t know,” she admitted, turning around. “I guess I really started liking her after she saved me from that giant spider.”

Risky raised an eyebrow. “Giant spider?”

Rotty waved her off. “It’s... a long story,” she replied. “I saw something in her eyes that said she’d always look after me. Even after everything I did to her, she still saw me as a friend. She didn’t see a freak. She just saw me.”

Risky nodded, beginning to understand Rotty’s words. “She doesn’t seem like the romantic type,” she noticed.

“That’s what I was worried about,” Rotty admitted, staring at her feet nervously. “One day I worked up the courage to ask her and she said yes. I was so surprised and happy,” she said, a faint smile beginning to form.

“What’s it like to be loved?” Risky asked, catching Rotty off guard.

“It’s... where you feel safe around the person who cares about you,” Rotty explained her words carefully. “You know that the person who loves you always has your back and won’t give up on you. It can be a family love, like with my brothers. Or... it can be something more than that. That’s how I feel about Shantae. She’s my best friend and my girlfriend. I know that she loves me more than anything and I feel the same way about her. I won’t abandon her again.”

Risky looked solemnly to the ground, unsure of how to respond. “That... seems nice,” she murmured.

“I think this is the most open you’ve ever been,” Rotty noticed.

Risky crossed her arms. “Well, don’t expect to see it too often,” she replied. “It was a moment of weakness. That’s all.”

“Sure,” Rotty replied, not at all convinced. “Do you have any friends?”

“No,” Risky admitted sulkingly.

“I’ll... be your friend,” Rotty hesitantly offered.

“Thanks... uh...” Risky froze, attempting to remember the zombie’s name.

“Rottytops,” the zombie answered. “But you can call me Rotty.”

“Where do you come up with a name like that?” Risky wondered.

“Who names their kid Risky?” Rotty countered.

“Touché,” Risky conceded. “Let’s... talk about something else.”

Before Rotty could respond, her phone began to buzz, prompting her to answer it. “Where are you?” Sky asked from the other side. “I asked you to help out half an hour ago.”

“I had to deal with something,” Rotty answered with a sigh. “I’ll be there in a little bit.”

“Fine,” Sky said, becoming annoyed. “Just show up soon. We’re not even halfway done.”

“I will,” Rotty assured her, hanging up. Her eyes focused on Risky. “You remember Sky?”

“She’s the bird lady, right?” Risky asked, scratching her head.

The zombie nodded. “I was supposed to help her clean out her garage,” Rotty explained. “We should probably get going.” As she turned around, she tugged on her shorts, feeling an encroaching pain in her posterior. “I need to get bigger shorts,” she muttered, feeling its tight grip suffocate her waist.

Risky raised an eyebrow. “What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing,” Rotty claimed. Risky’s eyes took notice of a pink fabric sticking out of Rotty’s shorts. A tiny giggle popped out of Risky’s mouth. Rotty’s eyes widened in surprise, feeling a sudden jolt snap her awake more than the coffee did. “Eeep!” she squeaked, feeling her panties creep up her back. “Let go!” she shouted at Risky, whose fingers wrapped themselves around her waistband.

“Wedgie,” the pirate whispered sweetly, tugging more for louder protests from Rotty. “You didn’t think I was going to let you get away with that atomic, did you?” She continued pulling, her smile growing larger as the fabric slithered up Rotty’s back. The pirate was proud of how far the waistband had come.

“Oooh,” Rotty whimpered. She had not received a wedgie in days, having forgotten the agonizing sensation of the prank. Risky’s attack was a painful reminder of what that felt like.

Risky burst into laughter upon seeing the pattern printed onto the fabric. “Heart squids?” she said between chuckles, observing the smiling red creatures. “Isn’t that a little cliche?”

Rotty’s face became redder, changing the palette of her green cheeks completely. Her confidence shrunk as the waistband grew even higher. She became terrified as the waistband rubbed up against her neck. “You wouldn’t...”

Risky’s smile widened into a devious grin. “Fair’s fair,” she said smugly. “An eye for an eye as they say.” She continued to yank, coming ever so close to her goal. She giggled as she watched the leg holes stretch past its normal limits, coming apart at the seams. The underwear crawled past Rotty’s headband, terrifying her more than any previous wedgies she had gotten in her life. Even the atomic wedgie from Nega-Shantae was not this nerve wracking. Rotty bit her tongue, holding in her screams as she saw the friendly heart squids blanket her eyes. She found it disturbing that a clothing she often took comfort in could bring her so much pain. Her nostrils contorted in disgust as her waistband approached her nose.

“Oh God,” Rotty whimpered, smelling her behind as the waistband stretched past her nose. The stench crept past her mouth, disgusting her even further. Risky snickered as she pulled the waistband over her face completely, hooking it onto Rotty’s chin. Rotty’s neck strained back as she struggled to move. Her mobility came to a screeching halt, with her keeping her mouth close to not suffocate from the fumes.

Risky burst into laughter, nearly falling over from her own enjoyment. “Payback’s a bitch, isn’t it?” she taunted. She was surprised that the fabric had not torn, but that did not bother the pirate.

“Gucku!” Rotty cursed, her voice muffled by the fabric. “Ack!” she grunted, horrified by the fumes. Risky walked around Rotty, facing her front side. She gripped the zombie’s waistband once more, continuing to pull the underwear. The fabric’s elasticity was pushed to its limits, slowly tearing a hole in the back of her undergarments. “Stop it!” she demanded, feeling her underwear split in two. Risky gave one final yank, completely separating the underwear from the leg holes. She held the pink lingerie triumphantly in the air, claiming her victory. “Not funny,” Rotty whimpered, snatching the fabric from Risky’s hands.

“Hey, now we’re even,” Risky countered.

“Maybe,” Rotty replied. “This better be the last wedgie.”

Risky nodded. “No more. No less,” she assured the zombie.

Rotty sighed as she rubbed her sore posterior. Her behind felt as though it had been sawed in half. She hoped she had not kept Sky and Bolo waiting too long. She placed the torn fabric into her pocket and stuffed the remaining material back into her shorts. She’s going to pay for that, she thought to herself. “Let’s get going,” she advised. The pirate followed her to Sky’s house and knocked on the front door. An older woman answered the door. She bore a resemblance to Sky, having the same hair color and style as well as similar clothes to the former. She wore a dark blue cloak over her shoulders, a blue and purple shirt, purple sleeves, white egg-shaped earrings, white khakis, and brown boots. Unlike Sky, the bottom portion of her hair was dyed mint green.

“Hello!” she greeted cheerfully.

Rotty raised an eyebrow, attempting to remember who this was. “Hi... uh... you’re Sky’s mom right?”

The woman nodded eagerly. “You can call me Birdie. You’re Rottytops, right?” she asked, pointing her right index finger in Rotty’s face. The zombie nodded, putting a smile on the woman’s face. “Sky talks about you quite a bit.”

“Hopefully, she says good things,” Rotty murmured.

“Sometimes,” Birdie admitted. Her eyes focused on Risky, who had been standing behind Rotty. “And who’s this friend of yours?”

“She’s someone I just met,” Rotty lied. “She seems like a good person.”

Birdie naively grinned. “If you say so.” She moved out of the way, allowing the two to enter. “I think Sky wanted you to help her with something. Something about the garage.”

“Okay,” Rotty replied. “Are you just visiting or...”

Birdie nodded once more. “I just wanted to see how Sky and her new boyfriend are doing. She seems to have been hiding this one from me just like all the others,” she said with a giggle as she placed her left index finger to her lips. “I wonder why she does that.”

Rotty began to reminisce about the time Shantae had asked for her help to restore Barracuda Joe to life. Sky’s father had brought a magical relic into Sky’s house, which had turned Sky’s former boyfriend into stone. After enough research, Shantae found a way to bring him back. Unfortunately for Sky, Joe wanted no part in her family and departed immediately. Based on the words of Sky’s mother, Rotty could only assume that Sky’s family had a tendency to scare off potential suitors. I wonder what they’d think of Bolo, Rotty asked herself. “No idea,” she instead stated to Birdie.

“Well, see you around,” Birdie said with a wave, walking away. “Sky and her boyfriend are in the garage if you need to talk to them.”

“Thanks,” Rotty replied, walking through the hallway with Risky before finding themselves inside Sky’s garage.

Sky’s eyes widened, her rage burning faster than a teapot. “What the hell is she doing here?!” Sky screamed, dropping the wooden box she was carrying. The box splintered into pieces upon hitting the ground, revealing a bag of bird seed.

“I can explain...” Rotty began as Risky looked away in embarrassment.

“You’d better,” Sky demanded. Bolo came in from outside, having moved a couple of boxes into Sky’s front yard.

“Uh... why is she here?” Bolo questioned, scratching his head. “Is the world in danger again and we have to work together?”

“Not exactly,” Rotty answered. “I think I understand why Shantae’s given her so many chances. She needs help.”

“She’s evil!” Sky pointed out. “She’s tried to kill us too many times.”

“She’s not wrong,” Bolo contributed. Although he once found Risky attractive, he had given that affection for her up when he found himself falling for Sky. “Why should we trust her?”

“I know this sounds weird, but I think there’s some good in her,” Rotty explained. “I know she isn’t easy to trust, but I wasn’t either.”

“I want to hear it from her,” Sky ordered, pointing her left index finger at the pirate.

Risky sighed, attempting to form the words. “I want a better chance at life. I don’t want to be forgotten about and left in the past. I... want to feel good about myself again.”

Sky raised an eyebrow, surprised to see this side of Risky. “Well, you’re going to have to work for it. Trust is earned, after all.”

“How am I gonna do that?” Risky questioned, crossing her arms.

“You can start with moving these boxes outside,” Sky suggested, pointing at the numerous boxes scattered across the garage. “I’m doing a garage sale in an hour and I need all the help I can get.”

“Hey, where’s Shantae?” Bolo interjected.

“She’s taking care of Squid Baron’s kids,” Rotty answered. A smirk appeared on her face as she prepared her next words. “Did you know tonight’s our anniversary?”

“Really?” Sky asked, genuinely surprised. “That soon huh?”

“What’d you get her?” Bolo questioned, hopeful for a response.

“That’s a great question,” Rotty answered before she paused to think of her response. “I... uhh... I… uhhh...”

“You did get her something, right?” Sky asked, somewhat worried by Rotty’s reticence.

“Yes,” Rotty claimed. “I just have to... buy it... later...”

Risky snickered. “Good job,” she said sarcastically.

“Hey! I forgot, okay?” Rotty replied.

“That doesn’t make it better,” Sky pointed out.

“I know that!” Rotty shouted, throwing her arms angrily into the air. “I’ll get it done!”

Risky sighed, becoming bored of this drivel. She bent over to pick up a small wooden box. Sky snickered as she noticed a black waistband sticking out of Risky’s pants. “What’s so funny?” Risky questioned.

“Oh nothing,” Sky taunted, beginning to laugh. Bolo blushed, looking away. Although he hated to admit it, he still found Risky pretty. He was thankful that Sky did not notice his blushing.

“Hilarious,” Risky murmured, realizing what Sky was laughing at.

“I know of one way you can have my trust,” Sky suggested. “Let me give you a wedgie.”

Risky groaned. “Why?” she demanded.

Sky chuckled. “It’s funny to see you embarrassed,” she replied, walking behind the pirate and gripping Risky’s waistband. She yanked with all her might, lifting Risky into the air.

“Eep!” Risky shrieked, not anticipating Sky being so strong. Rotty laughed, making Risky grit her teeth as she began cursing. “It’s not funny, you bit-ACK!” Another tug bounced Risky into the air, preventing her from speaking.

“Skulls?” Sky asked, taking notice of the design printed onto the fabric. “That’s a little cliche, even for you.”

“Shut up!” Risky barked, her face becoming red. It was one of her favorite pairs and she could not stand to see it mocked. At the moment, however, she was not standing. Sky continued to bounce her into the air, tightening the underwear’s painful grip on Risky’s posterior. She shook her arms violently in the air as the fabric began to tear, letting a hole form in the back of her underwear. “Come on!” she complained. The hole, albeit small, grew into there was more of the hole than the actual fabric present. The fabric finally snapped, splitting in two and releasing Risky from her prison. “I hate you,” she grumbled in Sky’s direction, who was merely snickering as she tossed the pirate her ripped undergarments.

Birdie walked in, noticing the quartet present. “What’s going on here?” She questioned, observing Risky lying on the floor.

“Your daughter gave me a wedgie!” Risky shouted, getting into Birdie’s face.

“Oooooh, that sounds like fun!” Birdie replied, clapping her hands together as Risky raised an eyebrow in confusion. “They’re so much fun to get!”

Sky face palmed herself, hoping to hide her embarrassment. “Not this again...”

“What do you mean ‘again’?” Bolo questioned, scratching his head.

“I’ll tell you later,” Sky whispered into his ear. “Just let me deal with this.” She walked over to her mother, who looked at her happily.

“Hi Sky,” Birdie greeted obviously. “I really wish you could enjoy wedgies as much as I do. They feel pretty good. I remember when you were still in high school and those kids hung you on a flagpole.”

“Mom!” Sky shouted. She gritted her teeth in anger as she heard Rotty and Risky snickering. Bolo, on the other hand, was blushing while thinking about how adorable Sky would have looked in high school. “You don’t have to talk about that.”

These words flew over Birdie’s head as she continued to speak. “I can remember that time you asked your crush out and his girlfriend gave you an atomic. You sure weren’t happy that day...” she reminisced, rubbing her chin.

“Come on Mom!” Sky whined, hearing Rotty and Risky’s laughter grow even louder. She wanted to give her mother a wedgie to shut her up, but she knew that Birdie would only enjoy it. “Why do you have to bring that up? You know that’s embarrassing!”

Birdie shrugged. “I don’t know what you’ve got against wedgies. They just feel good to me.”

“Stop it,” Sky demanded. “Not everyone likes them like you do.”

Birdie sighed, turning away. “Okay. Sorry for bothering you,” she apologized, leaving the garage.

Sky let out a sigh of relief. “At least that’s over.”

Bolo placed a comforting hand on Sky’s shoulder. “You okay?” he asked.

Sky nodded. “She gets me so angry sometimes,” she murmured, resting her head against Bolo’s chest. “She’s obsessed with wedgies. She loves getting them for some reason.”

“Your mom is weird,” Rotty pointed out.

“Why do you think I’ve had so many boyfriends?” Sky asked in response. “She keeps scaring them off. My dad doesn’t exactly help either...”

“Well, I won’t be scared off,” Bolo replied, putting on a brave face.

Sky smiled. As dumb as Bolo had been over the years, she appreciated his loyalty to their relationship. She planted a kiss on his right cheek, making him grin in a goofy manner. “Thanks, Bolo. You really know how to cheer me up.”

“I try,” Bolo replied, laughing nervously. For most of his life, his romantic advances had been rejected by more women than he could count. The sweet kiss from a woman’s lips rarely graced his face. He knew that while he had matured some over the years, there would always be a part of him that was a massive goof.

“So... how much of a nerd are you?” Risky questioned, looking at Sky.

Sky groaned as she hid her face in her hands. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“How come your Mom likes wedgies so much?” Rotty questioned.

“I don’t know,” Sky said with a shrug. “She got a lot of wedgies when she was younger and she just ended up liking them. I don’t understand how it works.”

“By the way, I still owe you a wedgie,” Risky pointed out, walking up to Sky. Before the bird keeper could respond, Risky wrapped her fingers tightly around the waistband barely sticking out the front of Sky’s pants. She gave a quick yank, smiling as she heard Sky’s screams. No matter how painful the wedgies Risky received were, the pirate would always make sure that she would return the favor with twice the force she had endured. Risky snickered as she noticed the pattern printed onto Sky’s baby blue undergarments. “Bird eggs? Really?”

Sky looked away, her face becoming the same color as a tomato. She only wore the pair because of the comfort it provided and she liked the design. Granted, she never expected anyone else to see it.

“I think it’s eggscellent,” Rotty joked, snickering at Sky’s predicament. She did not know if it was cliche, but bird eggs seemed like a ridiculous design choice to her. Even more so than skulls or heart squids.

“Shut up,” Sky demanded, only to be silenced by another yank.

“What, you don’t get the yolk?” Rotty continued with a snicker.

Sky blushed as she saw Bolo laughing at the joke. “Bolo, come on!” she whined. “Help me out here!”

“Sorry,” Bolo apologized, rushing over to help her. However, he was immediately stopped by Risky gripping his tighty whities. “Eep!” he yelled, feeling the fabric race up his stomach.

“Wow,” Risky murmured, staring at Sky’s undergarments. “Who picked out this design for you? Your mom?”

“No!” Sky shouted, horrified by such an idea. While she was grateful that her mother never gave her a wedgie, she did not want the latter to have any decisions in her underwear choices.

“I think they look cute,” Bolo muttered, only to yelp as Risky lifted him into the air with his own waistband.

“Thanks Bolo,” Sky whimpered. Her face trembled in fear as she saw her waistband approach her chin.

“How stretchy are these?” Risky questioned.

“I don’t know,” Sky admitted, hoping the pirate would stop soon.

A devious grin appeared across Risky’s face. “Let’s find out.” The fabric continued to slither up Sky’s stomach, disturbing her even further as she saw the leg holes popping out.

“Please stop,” she pleaded.

“You gave me a wedgie and now it’s your turn,” Risky replied.

“I think... you’re missing... the point as to why I gave you a wedgie,” Sky said between pulls.

“I know the reason,” Risky replied. “I just want us to be even.”

Sky’s eyes widened in horror as the waistband reached past her eyes. She was already receiving a melvin wedgie and she knew what was coming next. “Don’t. Please...” she begged.

“Hmm... nope,” Risky stated with a devious grin. She pushed Bolo away, allowing her to put all her strength into Sky’s wedgie. All the while, Rotty was laughing in the background.

“You’re next, Rotty!” Sky shouted.

“You’re welcome to try,” Rotty dared her.

“Ready for the atomic?” Risky whispered sweetly, making Sky quiver in fear. Risky pulled Sky’s purple hood down, revealing her blonde hair kept in a blue headwrap. “You’ll have a hood for your hood.”

Sky shook her body, attempting to break free to no avail. Her body was paralyzed as her underwear tightened, making her feel like she was in between a rock and a hard place. At this point the waistband reached past her forehead, making her want to puke from the smell. She regretted not doing laundry in the past week, forcing her to wear the same pair for several days on end. At the time she had not minded since she loved the pair, but now she simply wanted Risky to release her grip on her panties. She was thankful that she had bought such elastic undergarments, otherwise her favorite pair would have been torn to shreds long ago. On the other hand, this meant the wedgies she received lasted much longer than she wanted. The blue fabric rubbed against her nose as it crawled up her face, forcing her to take in the noxious fumes. Why didn’t I do laundry? the bird keeper asked herself. Although nobody could see it, her left eye was twitching and she was biting her tongue to hold in her screams. The underwear consumed her face completely, latching onto the back of her head. Her neck craned forward, making her stare endlessly at the bird eggs printed across her face. This wedgie was far worse than anything she had received in the past. How can Rotty trust you? she wanted to scream. While she could understand that Risky wanted a better life, giving wedgies was not going to help. I guess that would make me a hypocrite, Sky realized. She had ripped Risky’s panties without any mercy when they should have been preparing for her garage sale. I hate wedgies.

Risky released her grip on Sky’s undergarments and wrapped her fingers around her hood. Within an instant she yanked it over Sky’s underwear-covered face, fulfilling the pirate’s prophecy of two hoods. “There we go,” she said with a proud smile. Rotty’s laughter echoed throughout the garage, rattling through Sky’s eardrums.

Bolo, having picked himself up, ran over to aid Sky. He pulled her hood up then removed her undergarments from her face, allowing her to breathe in clean air. “Thanks Bolo,” she whispered solemnly, watching her stretched out panties lie loosely from her pants. The undergarments almost looked like the bottom part of an apron with how they sagged.

“You’re welcome,” he told Sky, desperately attempting not to blush.

Sky let out a sigh. “Let’s just get back on track, okay?” she offered the pirate. “We’re even now and I need to get ready for that garage sale.”

“Fine,” Risky replied. She looked down at her feet, attempting to find the right words. “I know I don’t say this a lot, but... thanks.”

Sky raised an eyebrow. “For what?”

“A second chance,” Risky finally answered, rubbing her elbow nervously. “I’ve finally got a chance to be happy because of all of you.”

“You’re welcome,” Sky replied, almost startled by Risky’s vulnerability. A faint smile popped onto Sky’s mouth. “And don’t think this war between us is over. I’m gonna come out on top.”

Risky chuckled. “We’ll see about that.” She bent down and picked up the nearest crate she could find. She briefly looked over to Rotty. “Hey, Rotty. You’d better believe our fight ain’t over.”

Rotty grinned as she smugly crossed her arms. “I’ll win,” she assured the pirate. Her head craned in the bird keeper’s direction. “That goes for you too, Sky.”

“We should probably start working,” Bolo suggested.

Sky nodded. “I should change first,” she stated, walking back into her house. She stuffed her panties back into her pants, but it still stuck out somewhat. “Great,” she muttered before something in the living room smacked her in the face. “Ow,” she muttered, rubbing her left cheek. She looked up only to be horrified by what she saw. “Mom?!”

Her mother was hanging in the air, her plain white underwear hooked to the metallic blade of the rotating fan. Birdie had a dopey grin on her face as she felt the fabric tighten its agonizing grip on her posterior. While she knew that plain white was a boring design for underwear, she found this pair comfortable and great for wedgies. “Yay!” she exclaimed, terrifying and disgusting her daughter. “I’m on cloud nine right now!”

“Why?!” Sky whined, dodging Birdie’s swinging legs. “Stop using my fan for your wedgies!”

“Sorry, but I’m having too much fun right now!” Birdie replied, holding her arms out excitedly. “I believe I can fly!” she began to sing, her voice reaching an even higher than she normally could. “I believe I can touch the sky!”

“Uggggh,” Sky groaned. I hope Shantae is having a better time than us.
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