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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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Shantae placed the bottle into the baby warp squid’s mouth, triumphantly watching the squid fall asleep. “Is that the last one?” she asked Twitch and Vinegar, who had been chasing the baby warp squids around the house all day.

“I think so,” Vinegar answered, panting for breath.

“Those little things are such pains,” Twitch muttered, looking at the numerous squids sleeping on top of a small bed. Although the rest of the house was large, the children’s room took up a fraction of that space.

Shantae shook her head. “Nah, they’re just babies. They don’t know any better,” she pointed out. She wore her normal costume today: red sheer harem pants with a black center, a red bra, and golden jewelry. Finally, she kept her hair in its usual ponytail. In more recent times she only wore the outfit when it was unbearably hot outside. During her adventures across the world, she had bought new clothes to adjust to new temperatures and because Rotty had purchased some outfits for her. “Thanks for helping me out. I couldn’t have done it without you.”

“We get paid for this right?” Twitch asked, imagining the payload for taking care of dozens of children.

Shantae shrugged. “In gratitude?” she said, not entirely sure of her own answer.

“Come on,” Twitch groaned, collapsing onto the floor.

“Relax Twitch,” Vinegar suggested. “It’s not that bad.”

“I took care of those kids for ten hours. I want some form of payment,” Twitch whined, curling into a ball.

“Squid Baron never said anything about paying me,” Shantae murmured, causing Twitch to groan even more. “I just said I would do it. I don’t really expect anything. That way I’m never disappointed.”

“That is a good way to live,” Vinegar conceded, wrapping a blanket around the babies. “Hey Shantae, you still the guardian of the town?”

“Technically,” the half-genie answered. “Bolo, Sky, and uncle Mimic and have been protecting the town while Rotty and I were exploring the world.”

“Doesn’t that bother the Mayor?” Vinegar asked.

“Eh, he fires and rehires me every other week at this point,” she pointed out. “Plus, I haven’t really faced any serious threats in a while. The last one was Risky, and she’s kind of a joke at this point.”

“Yeah, Ammo Baron keeps plotting to take over the town, but backs out of it every time to ‘revise the plan’ as he calls it,” Vinegar explained, gesturing her index and middle fingers of each hand in the air to emphasize her words.

“I can beat him easily,” Shantae said confidently.

“Yeah, I noticed,” Vinegar pointed out. “He throws a fit every time you do and he screams at us when he does.”

“Sorry,” Shantae apologized. “Why do you stick around that guy if he only yells at you?”

“The pay is surprisingly good,” Twitch interjected, standing up.

“Where does he get all that money from?” Shantae asked.

“Crowdfunding,” Vinegar answered, walking out of the bedroom. “You’d be surprised how many people give him money just to watch him fail.”

“Seems like a waste,” Shantae murmured, shutting the door as Twitch exited with her. “I remember that time where I beat all of you guys in one day.” She began counting on her right hand. “There was Squid Baron, Techno Baron, Hypno Baron, the Giga Mermaid and some fake half-genie... I think...”

A glowing light flashed throughout the house, blinding the three. Pieces of the light scattered across the living room, bouncing across the walls before coming together. The pieces slapped themselves into one singular piece, forming the shape of a woman. This older female had bright orange hair done in pigtails and wore green earrings, a green-and-white tank top, green sleeves, and poofy white shorts. The woman looked at her hand in disbelief. “I’m... alive?” she questioned, amazed by her revival. She began laughing, jumping up and down. “I’m alive again!”

“Oh no,” Shantae murmured. Although she could not remember the woman’s name, she knew the face for sure. “Not you again.”

“Who is this?” Vinegar questioned, scratching her head.

“Your superior in every way,” the woman answered. “Holly Lingerbean at your service.”

Twitch raised an eyebrow. “My ‘superior’? I don’t know who you are, but I doubt you’re anything more than a pushover.”

The woman’s eyes widened in surprise. “Me? A pushover? I’ll show you!” She shouted, charging at Twitch. Twitch merely sidestepped her and tripped her, causing her to fall flat on her face. “Ow,” she muttered, picking herself up. There’s gotta be a way to overpower her, she thought to herself. She noticed a bright green fabric sticking out of Twitch’s skirt, making her snicker. She rushed behind Twitch and lifted her into the air using her underwear. “Did I ever mention that I won a contest for lifting weights? Because I did!” she said snobbishly.

“Eeep!” Twitch shrieked, kicking her feet in the air. She dangled in the air, kicking and screaming while hoping something would release her. The fabric grinded up her back as Holly bounced her up and down. Eventually, Twitch’s kicking paid off as her blue sneaker ended up connecting with Holly’s nose, forcing the latter to drop Twitch. “Ow,” Twitch muttered, her face smashing into the ground.

“That hurt!” Holly whined, holding onto her bloody nose.

“How do you think I feel?!” Twitch shouted back at her.

“You need some help?” Vinegar offered. She and Shantae had been silently snickering at Twitch’s pain, preventing them from helping Vinegar’s friend.

“YES!” Twitch screamed, stuffing her panties back into her skirt. “Why are you two just standing there?”

“No reason,” Vinegar lied, attempting to hide her laughter. Before she could help her friend, she felt a sharp pain ride up her stomach. “What the-ACK!” Holly had taken hold of Vinegar’s orange undergarments and lifted her into the air. “Let me go!” she shrieked. While she loved to give the occasional wedgie to Twitch, she completely despised receiving them. The fabric rubbed tightly against her stomach, making her groan.

“Cute,” Holly said mockingly, observing the cartoon gators printed onto the fabric. Vinegar blushed, looking away. It was her favorite pair and other people seeing it embarrassed her completely. “Hey, don’t get your panties in a twist,” Holly said sweetly. “I’ll do that for you.”

“Shantae, help me!” Vinegar demanded, her face becoming more red than a flame.

“Sorry, but it’s kind of funny,” Shantae said between chuckles. Although she hated Holly, she could not help but laugh at the wedgies Twitch and Vinegar were receiving.

“You bet it is,” Holly snickered, twisting Vinegar’s panties and delighting in the latter’s screams. Eventually, she grew bored and let Vinegar fall on her face.

“I hate you!” Vinegar shouted, still feeling the agony of the cotton twisting.

“I know you mean love!” Holly replied, bending down to flick her on the nose. Her eyes focused on the half-genie. “You’re next...”

“I’d like to see you try,” Shantae dared her, clenching her fists.

“Okay,” Holly said with a devilish grin. She charged at Shantae, who whipped her silky purple hair in Holly’s direction. Holly ducked, with only the tips of her pigtails making contact with the whip. “Too slow,” she taunted, sneaking past. “Looks like you’re out of practice.” Her fingers tightly wrapped around the green fabric faintly sticking out of Shantae’s pants.

“Eeep!” Shantae shrieked, feeling her panties rocket up her back.

Holly snickered upon seeing the pattern printed onto the lingerie. “Zombies? Seriously? Who bought this for you?”

“I di-ACK!” Shantae attempted to answer, but was cut off by another yank.

“Yeah, I don’t actually care,” Holly replied, reveling in Shantae’s screams as the fabric slithered up her backside. She pulled Shantae and pushed her forward with her own underwear, bouncing her back and forth like a yo-yo.

“Ooooh,” Shantae whimpered, feeling as though she was experiencing the wedgie equivalent to a roller coaster. “Please stop...”

“Okay,” Holly replied, having no intentions of stopping. She continued to yank until she saw the leg holes stretch out. Perfect, she thought to herself. Within an instant, she released her grip on Shantae’s panties but the wedgie’s hold remained.

“Owie,” Shantae whispered, feeling the wedgie rub up against her spine. “What did you do?” Everything had happened so quickly that she had no idea what had happened.

“I gave you a permanent wedgie,” Holly explained, rubbing the dripping blood away from her nose.

Shantae ran her fingers up her spine, stopping when she realized what Holly was talking about. “Come on,” she complained, feeling the fabric tied firmly against her bra. The wedgie forced her to crane her spine back. “Why?” she whimpered.

An idea formed in Holly’s head. “One more thing,” she whispered into Shantae’s ear, terrifying the half-genie. Her fingers latched onto the black center of Shantae’s pants.

“Wait... that isn’t under-AH!” Shantae yelped as Holly hiked that part of her pants up her posterior. The fabric burned her body intensely as Shantae experienced two wedgies at once. Holly fell over in laughter as she watched Shantae struggle to move. “Why did I let this happen?” the half-genie wondered aloud.

Holly picked herself up and continued snickering as Shantae’s face contorted and winced in pain. “Eeep!” That laughter ceased when she felt someone grip her own undergarments. She slowly turned her head back, her eyes widening in fear as she realized who was gripping her plain white undergarments: Twitch and Vinegar. “Will you please let me go?” Holly pleaded, hoping for anything other than the most obvious answer.

“No!” Twitch shouted. “You can’t just bully us and get away with it!”

“Yeah!” Vinegar agreed.

Shantae waddled over to join them, wrapping her fingers around Holly’s waistband. “It’s payback time, Holly.”

“Please don’t,” Holly whispered, her voice shrinking as her confidence was dwindling. “Eek!” The trio reached for the sky, lifting Holly into the air. “Please stop!” she begged them. “This isn’t meant to be stretched!”

“You should have thought of that before giving us wedgies!” Twitch replied. She took notice of the plain design. “And you want to make fun of ours? Your pair’s so forgettable!”

“How dare-ACK!” Holly squealed, interrupted by the fabric grating against her spin. A small hole tore into the back of the underwear, disturbing her even more. “Come on! I love this pair!”

“Maybe you’ll love it more over your eyes!” Vinegar replied, taking pleasure in watching the hole grow in size.

“Wait...” Shantae murmured, looking at the waistband. A name was printed in black, cursive letters across the waistband: Holly. “Do you really have your name printed on this?”

“So what if I do?” Holly snapped at the half-genie.

“What a nerd,” Vinegar muttered, angering Holly further. The fabric continued to slither up Holly’s back, rubbing gently against her neck. The underwear was coming apart at the seams as the fabric stretched past her pigtails. While she had given wedgies to nerds her entire life, she had never anticipated receiving one, much less one as painful as this.

“No more,” Holly pleaded as the fabric crawled across her scalp, reaching past her forehead. Her body trembled as she watched her own name blanket her eyes, hooking onto her nostrils. “Ewww,” she whined, becoming lightheaded from the stench. I should have taken a shower when I was still alive, she thought miserably. I smell awful.

Shantae and the others snickered at her agony, making her want to scream. At the moment, however, she could only remain paralyzed by disgust. Her lingerie finally snapped in two, allowing her strained neck to finally return to its normal position. She angrily yanked the underwear off her head and placed the torn lingerie into her left pocket. “No fair!” she whined. “That was my only pair!”

“That ain’t our problem,” Vinegar replied. She and Twitch grabbed Holly by the arms and tossed her out the front door.

Holly struggled to pick herself up as tears streamed down her cheeks. “You can’t do this to me!” she complained. “I’m unforgettable!”

“We just did,” Twitch pointed out. “And you are very forgettable.” The two walked back inside the house, leaving Shantae to stare at Holly motionlessly. The half-genie had finally disconnected the underwear from her bra and stuffed the undergarments back into her pants.

“Shantae, you won’t forget me, right?” Holly pleaded from the ground. Shantae looked away, hoping to ignore Holly. For as long as Shantae had known her, Holly was nothing more than a brat whose existence literally relied on others remembering her. An invisible punch struck Holly in the gut, making her crumple back to the floor. “I don’t feel so good...” she murmured. She stared at her left hand, which had disappeared completely. “Ah!” she screamed, watching her other hand fade from existence. While she felt no pain, she certainly felt lighter. Her arms started to wane, making the rest of her body quiver. “I don’t want to go. I don’t want to go!” she shouted at Shantae, who returned her gaze to the fake half-genie. “Shantae, please! I’ll do whatever you want! I’ll be a good person! I’ll do all your chores! Anything! I don’t want to go!”

“You promise?” Shantae asked, crossing her arms.

“Yes!” Holly screamed, watching her shoulders fully dissipate. “Please remember me! I want to live!”

“Okay, but I’ll be holding you to that promise,” Shantae replied, walking over.

“Thank you!” Holly exclaimed as tears of joy dripped from her moist eyes. A faint smile popped onto her as she saw her shoulders materialize, then followed up by her arms and hands. She wrapped her arms around Shantae, who was surprised by the former’s gratitude. “I’ll be good, I promise! I just don’t want to be forgotten about!”

Shantae gently placed her arms around Holly’s back, giving the fake half-genie more comfort than she had received in most of her life. “I won’t forget you. Just don’t make people forget who they are again, okay?”

Holly nodded quickly. “You got it!” She took a deep breath and rubbed her sore posterior. “Your wedgies are pretty strong,” she commented.

“Yours too,” Shantae said with a smile, feeling the same way.

“Can you buy me a new pair?” Holly asked, rubbing her elbow nervously. “I really don’t want to go commando...”

“Sure, but we’ll have to do it later,” Shantae suggested. “My anniversary’s tonight and I don’t want to miss it.”

“You really miss a lot being dead,” Holly observed. “Then again I don’t really age, so...”

“Wait, how old are you?” Shantae questioned, scratching her head.

“I was twenty-three when I died,” Holly explained. “Being a memory kind of makes you immortal, though.”

“Looks like I’m a year younger than you,” Shantae observed. “Or maybe... I’m two years younger than you? I met you when I was twenty-one, so...”

“It’s... best not to think about it too much,” Holly advised. She herself never considered how much older or younger she was than other people when everyone eventually became older than her. It was not a thought she particularly liked to think about. The idea of being left all alone someday disturbed her. A new thought popped into her brain, making her desire a change in subject. “So, who are you dating?” Holly asked. While she initially did not care, she now found the prospect of someone dating Shantae to be intriguing.

“Rottytops,” Shantae answered, making Holly raise an eyebrow.

“Who?” Holly questioned.

“A zombie who’s also my best friend,” Shantae explained.

“Wait... how does that work?” Holly wondered aloud. “Does she age too?”

“Kind of,” Shantae answered. “When she died, she became a zombie at the same age. She ages, but from what she told me, her immortality will keep her at her peak.”

“That makes no sense,” Holly murmured. “What happens if you die?”

“Then she’ll make me into a zombie too,” Shantae answered with optimism ringing throughout her voice.

“Okay then...” Holly stated, unsure of how to process all of this. “Are we waiting for something now?”

“Just for Squid Baron to come back. I was babysitting his kids until I thought about you. Twitch and Vinegar were helping out too.”

“I’d ask who that is, but I think I can probably figure it out,” Holly replied, pointing to her right. In front of them stood a giant red squid, marked with several purple spots. His yellow eye sockets contained green pupils as an enormous smile radiated across his face.

“Hi Shantae,” Squid Baron greeted cheerfully, scooting over to her. “And you too, Holly.”

“How do you know who I am?” Holly questioned, unnerved by his upbeat demeanor.

“You were the third boss in the fourth game,” Squid Baron explained, confusing her even further. “I was the fifth! You used a giant worm to battle Shantae.”

“How... do you know this?” Holly asked, disturbed by his knowledge.

“It’s best not to think about it too much,” Shantae advised her.

“My wisdom of the universe comes and goes,” Squid Baron said before pulling out a bucket full of gems.

“Where did you get that?” Holly asked, pointing at the overflowing bucket.

“Magic,” Squid Baron answered, making Holly wonder if he was speaking literally or figuratively. He pushed the bucket toward the real half-genie. “Here’s your reward,” he stated, placing a starstruck grin onto Shantae’s face.

“Thanks!” she exclaimed picking up the reward, still mesmerized by the amount of high quality gems present. “Your kids are resting in bed, by the way,” she told him as she and Holly walked away.

Squid Baron nodded and pushed his front door open. “Have a good night!” he exclaimed, walking into his house. From there, he saw two unknown women arguing with each other. His smile turned into a scowl of fear. “WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE?!” he shouted. “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE AND AWAY FROM MY KIDS!”

Twitch and Vinegar scurried out of the house, terrified by Squid Baron’s sudden outburst. “What’s wrong with that guy?” Twitch wondered.

“Ow, my ears,” Vinegar muttered, rubbing her aching head. “He’s gonna wake up his kids that way.”

A sudden chorus of cries echoed throughout the air, prompting a loud yell: “OH COME ON!”

“Guess I was right,” Vinegar observed. “Hey, where’d Shantae and that other lady go?”

Twitch groaned. “We didn’t even get paid!” she whined. “What a jerk.”

Holly plopped down on the blue, bouncy couch. “This is a nice place you’ve got here,” she murmured, putting a smile onto Shantae’s face. “Thanks for letting me sleep on the couch.”

Shantae nodded. “The Mayor gave it to me,” she explained. “He said it was a reward for keeping the town safe. I don’t even have to pay rent anymore.”

“Wait... did you have to pay rent before?” Holly asked, sitting up.

Shantae reluctantly nodded. “Yeah. He keeps firing and rehiring me whenever he needs help. He once gave me my job back because he couldn’t open a pickle jar.”

Holly chuckled. “Wonder how he’d feel to see me back in town.”

“I think he forgot about you,” Shantae admitted.

“Oh,” Holly whispered. Am I that forgettable? she asked herself. Her entire existence depended on at least one person remembering her and it appeared that Shantae had been the only one to do so.

Rotty and Risky walked through the door, both exhausted by today’s events. Shantae’s eyes widened in surprise. “Risky? What are you doing here?”

“It’s a long story,” the pirate grumbled. “I’m... trying to... be better...” She struggled to spit out the words, each one being poison for her to say.

A huge grin popped onto Shantae’s face. She wrapped her arms around Risky, accidentally suffocating the pirate and crushing her rib cage. “I knew there was good in you.”

“Let go of me,” Risky demanded, feeling her bones come close to shattering. “You’re crushing me!”

“Sorry,” Shantae quickly apologized, releasing her grip on Risky’s spine. “Are you staying here too?”

“I don’t have anywhere else to go,” Risky admitted. “My ship sank a while back.”

“From what?” Rotty asked.

“It hit an iceberg,” Risky lied, putting on a surprisingly convincing voice. Her eyes caught onto Holly. “Who’s that?” she asked, pointing a finger at Holly’s face.

“You don’t remember me?” Holly asked, genuinely hurt by how few people actually remembered her.

“Should I?” Risky questioned, studying her face for any sense of familiarity.

“Never mind,” Holly muttered, pulling a blanket over her head.

“We gotta get ready for our anniversary,” Shantae whispered to Rotty, who merely smiled and pecked the half-genie’s cheek with her lips.

“Way ahead of you,” the zombie answered confidently. “I got us a reservation at the same restaurant as our first date.” She had been fortunate enough to snag the reservation after she and Risky had left the garage sale. “It’s the same one as our first date,” she explained.

Shantae wrapped her arms around Rotty and locked her lips with the latter’s, providing a welcome surprise to Rotty’s face. Rotty placed her hands against Shantae’s face as their fervent kiss burned passionately through their systems. Shantae ran her fingers through Rotty’s messy hair, giggling along the way. When the kiss ceased both had their faces completely red and excited. “Thank you,” the half-genie told her lover.

“Anything for you,” Rotty replied with a radiant grin. She noticed Risky staring at them, surprised by the affection the couple had for each other.

“So... where do I sleep?” Risky interjected, making the couple embarrassed as they had forgotten other people were in the room.

“I’ve got a sleeping bag you can use,” Shantae offered. “You can find it in our room.”

“Thanks,” Risky murmured.

“We’ll get out of your hair,” Rotty stated, wrapping her fingers tightly around Shantae’s hand.

Risky nodded as she watched the couple walk out of the house. “What happened?” Holly asked, pulling the sheets off her head.

“I don't quite understand it myself,” Risky replied. Is this what Rotty meant by feeling love?

Rotty held the wooden chair for Shantae, allowing her to sit down. “Thanks,” the half-genie said, blowing the zombie a kiss. “Eek!” she shrieked. She craned her neck to see a giggling Rotty yanking her white flame-printed undergarments up her back. “Very funny,” she said, snickering at her own pain as the fabric rubbed tightly against her back.

“I know,” Rotty replied, hooking her waistband onto the chair. “Ah!” The back of her underwear skyrocketed into the air, stretching the leg holes beyond belief. The half-genie was quietly chuckling to herself as she tugged on the fabric.

“Cute,” Shantae stated sincerely, observing the purple fabric graced with genie lamps printed across it.

Rotty chuckled as she smacked Shantae’s hand off her waistband. “Don’t get ahead of yourself,” she said with a chuckle. She sat across the wooden table from Shantae, gazing into her blue eyes. A young blonde woman walked up to them, wearing a pink apron and matching gloves, red-and-white striped socks, maroon shoes, and a poofy, white chef hat.

“Heya! Long time no see!” the chef greeted the half-genie. “I haven’t seen you in months. What’s up?”

“Hey, uh...” Shantae stumbled, attempting to remember her name.

“It’s Brenda,” the chef told her.

“Thanks,” Shantae said with a smile.

Brenda raised an eyebrow upon seeing the couple’s undergarments. “Having a lover’s quarrel?” she asked, taking notice of their stretched out lingerie.

“Not exactly,” Rotty answered, blushing while staring at Shantae.

“You just like giving each other wedgies?” the chef asked. “I didn’t you two were into that kind of stuff...”

Shantae shook her head immediately, removing stuffing her undergarments back into her pants as Rotty did the same. “No, we don’t like that kind of stuff!” she insisted. “It’s just fun to give them.”

Brenda shrugged. “Whatever helps you sleep at night,” she replied. “I can remember when I was in high school. My classmates would give me wedgies all the time. I learned every kind of wedgie there is. Everybody’s favorite was to give me the atomic. Sometimes they would hang me off the flagpole at school. The teachers would laugh at me when I got wedgies. Nobody would ever help me. Even my older sister gave me wedgies. One day I told her I was going to be a chef and so she gave me a messy wedgie. She said it was to prepare me for when people ate my food. Well, jokes on her. I’m twenty and a successful chef now. She laughed at my cooking. I laughed at her funeral.” She said this all with a mirthful grin on her face, disturbing Shantae due to her cheerful tone not changing at all.

“Hmph. Cool,” Rotty replied, picking up a menu. “Do you have coffee?”

“It’s a bit late for that, don’t you think?” Brenda asked.

Rotty groaned. “Fne. Water it is,” she replied.

“What about you, Shantae?” Brenda asked. She noticed that the half-genie appeared catatonic because of her rant. “Uh... you okay?”

Shantae nodded, snapping out of her trance. “Yeah. I’ll take a glass of water, too.”

“Okay!” Brenda said cheerfully, walking back into the kitchen.

“Isn’t she the lady whose dog I wanted to eat?” Rotty asked Shantae, jerking her thumb backwards.

“I think so,” Shantae stated. “Why did you want to eat the dog again?”

Rotty shrugged. “I dunno. It looked tasty. At least I didn’t though.”

“Because I told you not to,” Shantae pointed out.

“I didn’t really know right from wrong back then,” Rotty admitted. “But you helped me out.”

“Yeah, I guess I did,” Shantae murmured. “We’ve a lot of crazy adventures, haven’t we?”

Rotty grinned. “The best adventure will always be you,” she replied. “You saved my life, after all.”

“Aw, Rotty,” Shantae stated, blushing once more.

“I’ve got a question for you,” the zombie began.

“Go for it,” Shantae replied, stretching her hand out for Rotty to take it.

“What made you say yes?” Rotty asked. “The first date, I mean.”

Shantae rubbed her chin, attempting to form the words properly. “I saw... a good person... who I think I want to spend the rest of my life with,” she explained. “You may have caused me issues in the past, but I know you’ve become better. I love your spunk, your attitude, everything. You always know to cheer me up, Rotty.”

Teardrops fell from Rotty’s face as she took Shantae’s hand in her own. The tears ran past her quivering smile while she gazed into Shantae’s lustrous eyes. Whenever she was with the half-genie, she knew that things were going to be alright. “Thanks. You have no idea how much that means to me.”
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