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Unova Wedgie Story	By : Revenger Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 2284 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon and I make no money from this story. Warning - Wedgie fetish and all characters are 18+

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An alarm rang throughout Iris’s bedroom. A smile crept onto her face as snapped awake. Today was her twenty-fourth birthday and she was ready to party. She jumped from her bed, turned off the alarm clock, and stretched her arms. She let out a yawn as she scratched her backside. She took out a Poké Ball from her pocket and gave it an underhanded toss, sending the item flying into the air. The Poké Ball broke apart, releasing a yellow-green beast. “Haxorus!” the Pokémon exclaimed.
“Hey, buddy!” Iris greeted as she wrapped her arms around the giant. “Guess what day it is?”
“Hax?” the creature questioned, taking a guess.
“You got it!” Iris said giddily. “I’m turning twenty-four today! Can you believe it?” The Pokémon nodded as she hugged her trainer back. “I remember when you were just a little Axew,” Iris reminisced. Iris remembered her first Pokémon battle using Axew. Their opponent had been a wild Pidove, which proved to be hard fought victory for Axew due to her inexperience. Axew’s lack of speed was compensated by her high attack power and her constant use of the move Scratch.
“Haxorus,” the creature stated, making Iris smile even more.
“You remember that too?” she asked in disbelief. “You remember beating that Pidove?”
The Pokémon nodded. “Haxorus.” She mimicked its original attack by swiping in the air. Although she no longer knew the move, traces of it still remained in her memory. “Hax?’
Iris’s eyes widened in realization, pulling out her other Poké Balls from her pocket. “You’re right,” she agreed. “I should probably get them out, too.” She tossed them all using her previous method and watched as her companions all pop out. “Hey guys!” she greeted, observing her other five Pokémon: Hydreigon, Salamence, Archeops, Aggron, and Lapras. Her affinity for Dragons led to half of her team having that type.
Hydreigon’s three mouths sang out in cheers as she hugged Iris. The other Pokémon followed suit, coming closer to Iris. The violet-haired woman gently patted Aggron on the head, tossed Archeops a Poké Puff, gave Salamence a high five, and let Lapras rub her head against Iris’s. “Thanks you guys,” she told her companions. “You’ve always been here for me.” While she had caught many Pokémon over the years, these six were the ones she had grown closest to. She looked at her alarm clock and realized what time it was. “Oh right,” she murmured. “It’s ten o’clock.” She pulled out her daily planner, a purple notebook with rainbow-themed stars printed all over it, and opened it up. “Let’s see what I’ve got planned,” she whispered, reading her handwriting. Her Pokémon stared at her notebook, wondering what was in store. “Oh yeah,” she remembered.
She read the notebook and smiled. “First thing on the list: visit Shauntal and Caitlin.” She knew that Marshal and Grimsley would be out for the day doing errands. On the other hand, Shauntal and Caitlin, whom she viewed as older sisters, would be around for sure. Since Iris had become the champion, it had become her job to defend her title. She had been doing so for years and she did not intend to give up her position any time soon. Her Pokémon had saved her so many times in battle that they had practically become family. The closest she had to family outside of her Pokémon was Drayden, the man who had adopted her from the Village of Dragons she grew up in. Due to how old he was, and his snow white hair, Iris had taken to calling him ‘Grandpa.’
“I should also visit Grandpa today too,” she murmured, reading the second item on the list. There were only three other people her notebook told her to visit: Roxie, Skyla, and Professor Juniper. Since she had become champion of the Unova region, she had been spending less time with Drayden. Her grandfather was the still the gym leader of Opelucid City, handing out badges to whoever defeated him in battle. When she was younger, he had initially retired to pass the torch down to Iris. While Iris had been the gym leader for several years, she eventually moved on from that path and took on the challenge of the Pokémon League. She had grown so strong that she beat the Elite Four and dethroned Alder from his role as champion.
When she acted in her position as champion, she would hold her hair in a single, fancy braid and would wear a golden crown with two green gemstones implanted in the item. She would also wear a white-and-pink dress that covered her entire body along with white sandals. Today, however, she intended to dress more casually. She placed her hair into pigtails via her braids and dressed herself in a vanilla-colored t-shirt and a pair of jeans. She then pulled on a pair of short, white socks and pink sneakers. “It feels good to be able to relax,” she whispered to herself. Her eyes focused on her Pokémon. “Okay guys. I’m going to visit the girls,” she informed her companions. “Time to go back for awhile.” She pulled out her Poké Balls and waited as her Pokémon re-entered the devices. “I’ll let you all out later,” she guaranteed her friends.
Iris placed the Poké Balls into her pocket and walked out of her room. Her bedroom was connected to the Champion’s dungeon, leaving her much time to relax until a challenger arrived. Very few got past the Elite Four, much less reached Iris for a battle. Iris constantly trained with her Pokémon, making sure they never slacked off. Like Drayden did with his companions, Iris would occasionally wrestle with her Pokémon to make them tougher. In present time, Iris walked up the numerous stairs throughout the Pokémon League, eventually making her way to Shauntal’s room. The champion panted as she climbed what seemed to be an infinite flight of stairs. By the time she reached the door, Iris was out of breath. She gave a soft knock and the door immediately opened. In front of Iris stood Shauntal wearing a purple t-shirt and black pants. “Hey champ,” the Elite Four member said with a smile. “Happy birthday. I got you a present.” She pulled out a portrait and handed it to Iris. “I managed to get a painter to do this off a photo of you.”
Iris grinned. “You remembered,” she said, touched by the ghost girl’s memory. The portrait was a smiling Iris in her champion dress. “That’s so nice of you! And it’s so accurate too!” Shauntal nodded as she headed back into her room. Iris followed her and noticed the stacks of books scattered across the room. Some of them Shauntal had bought and some of them she had written personally. Despite being two years older than Iris, the champion never got the impression that Shauntal was particularly mature. “You really like to read,” Iris observed, picking up one of Shauntal’s books. Her eyes snapped open upon seeing an image of a person receiving and enjoying an atomic wedgie in the book. “What the?” Iris wondered aloud.
“Give me that!” Shauntal demanded, attempting to snatch the book away. Iris held the book out of her grasp.
“What is this?” Iris questioned. “What kind of stuff are you into?”
“Just give it to me!” Shauntal yelled, reaching desperately in her attempts to grab the book. “Nobody’s supposed to see that it!”
“Then why didn’t you keep it hidden?” Iris asked, genuinely curious as to what interested her friend.
“I didn’t think anybody would read it,” Shauntal admitted.
“Are you turned on by wedgies?” Iris questioned, making Shauntal blush.
“Maybe,” Shauntal whispered. “I’ve never gotten one, but the ones I’ve seen and read about seem so hot!”
Iris chuckled. “Do you want me to give you one?” she asked, making Shauntal’s eyes widen excitedly.
“Really?” Shauntal asked. “You’d do that for me?”
Iris nodded. “Turn around.” Shauntal grinned, spinning one hundred and eighty degrees. Iris wrapped her fingers around the emerald waistband peeking out of Shauntal’s pants. Iris wrenched her hands upward, making Shauntal squeak. She gripped Shauntal’s purple hair and pulled her head back. “Ready for the atomic?” she whispered smugly into Shauntal’s ear.
Shauntal nodded. So far, she felt no enjoyment from getting a wedgie. Perhaps an atomic would alleviate that pain by providing some pleasure. Iris pulled Shauntal’s classes off her eyes, yanked the ghost girl’s panties over her head, and snapped the waistband onto the chin. Iris stood back and laughed as Shauntal waddled around like a penguin. She noticed that Shauntal’s emerald undergarments had pictures of Gengar and Froslass printed onto the fabric. “You enjoying that wedgie yet?” Iris asked her friend as she placed Shauntal’s glasses back onto her face.
Shauntal shook her head, which had been constricted by her neck’s strain on her body. “No,” she muttered through her underwear prison. She had no idea how she had gotten so much enjoyment from looking at and reading about wedgies, but only felt pain from actually receiving them.
“You want some help taking that off?” Iris asked. Shauntal shook her head once more. She wanted to feel some enjoyment from the wedgie and she would wait as long as possible until she finally felt pleasure from it. Iris looked around, wondering how she could contribute to Shauntal’s wedgie. She noticed a book shelf with a hook on it. “You want a hanging wedgie?” she offered.
Shauntal nodded. “Yes,” she murmured. Two wedgies at once had the possibility of inducing satisfaction for herself. Iris gripped the front part of her panties and gave a quick tug, making Shauntal screech.
It surprised Iris how Shauntal could be turned on by the sight of wedgies, but felt no pleasure from the act of receiving them. Iris had gotten wedgies her entire life, so she had a tentative knowledge on the subject. Her best friend Roxie, the poison type gym leader in Unova, would give her wedgies constantly. Iris would make sure she got payback, however, as Roxie never got away without receiving a wedgie just as painful as the ones she gave to Iris. In present time, Iris continued the melvin wedgie she had been giving Shauntal. She finished it off by hooking the front part of Shauntal’s waistband onto the hook. Iris wondered why Shauntal had a hook if she never gave herself a wedgie before, but the champion surmised that Shauntal had bought it recently to give herself hanging wedgies.
“I’m gonna go now,” Iris told Shauntal, who still felt no relief whatsoever. “When I come back, I’m going to help you down.”
“Tankyu,” Shauntal’s muffled voice told her. At this point, she still felt no enjoyment from the constant wedgies.
Iris nodded, shut the door behind her, and headed to Caitlin’s room. She once again had to climb a multitude of stairs to reach the door. When she knocked on the door, she was once again panting. Caitlin opened the door and let out a yawn. “Happy birthday,” she said groggily.
“Thanks,” Iris said jovially. She noticed that Caitlin barely seemed to be awake. “You okay? You look tired.”
The twenty-eight-year-old slowly nodded. “I was up all night trying to get you a birthday present,” she explained.
Iris grinned excitedly. “That’s so nice of you! Do you have it with you?”
Caitlin once again yawned and gave another nod. “Just follow me,” she murmured, heading back into her room. Iris did as she commanded. The champion noticed that Caitlin was wearing clothing different from her normal attire: she wore a white crop top and a pair of pink pants. “Are you enjoying your birthday so far?”
Iris smiled. “You could say that,” she snickered. “Have you seen the stuff Shauntal’s been reading?”
“Unfortunately,” Caitlin admitted. “She has quite the unique set of interests,” she said with a shudder. Caitlin went behind the small bed in her room and pulled out a small, gift wrapped box. “Here’s your gift,” she said happily, handing the gift over to Iris.
“Thanks,” Iris said, eyeing the box. She held the box up to her ear and shook it. “I wonder what’s in it.”
“So what did you find in Shauntal’s assortment of books?” Caitlin asked, twirling a finger through her light brown hair. She didn’t have her pink flower cap on her head, revealing the more messy aspects of her hair. “The other day I find out she likes to read about feet. She should really hide that stuff is she keeps whining about people finding out.”
“I found out she likes to read about wedgies,” Iris answered.
Caitlin raised an eyebrow. “Wedgies? Seriously?” she asked, incredulous at such a concept. “How could anybody like getting wedgies?”
Iris shrugged. She knew that Shauntal liked to read and write, but she had no idea what the content of her books were. “Turns out she just likes to read about them,” she stated. “She asked me to give her a wedgie and she didn’t really like it when I did.”
Caitlin chuckled. “What kind did you give her?”
“Let’s see,” Iris murmured, counting on her free hand. “Atomic, melvin, and hanging.”
Caitlin giggled. “I shouldn’t laugh, but it’s too funny.”
“She had never gotten a wedgie before and she wanted to know what it feels like,” Iris explained. “Well, I showed her alright!”
“Wedgies are too weird for me,” Caitlin admitted. “They’re just so silly.”
A thought popped into Iris’s head as she put the box down. “I think I’ll open the present later,” she stated, forming a plan.
“Oh,” Caitlin murmured. “I hoped you’d open it now.”
“Okay,” Iris replied before pointing behind Caitlin. “Hey, what’s that?” she asked.
Caitlin turned her head, looking behind her. “What are you talking-Eep!” A sharp pain poked her in the posterior, snapping her awake. “Iris!” she barked at the snickering champion. “Not funny!”
Iris chuckled as she noticed Caitlin’s pink undergarments had pictures of Gallade and Gardevoir printed on the cotton. “Nice panties, Cait,” Iris taunted, pulling her waistband up to her neck.
Caitlin blushed profusely as she tried to slap Iris’s hands away. “Let me go!” she demanded. “I hate wedgies!” While she had never gotten that many wedgies in her time, that did not mean she enjoyed them. Iris shook her head and let Caitlin’s waistband creep up the brunette’s head.
“If it’s any consolation, I’ll let you give me a wedgie later,” Iris offered as she pulled Caitlin’s head back. Caitlin’s world became black as her panties attached themselves to her chin.
“Icantsee,” her muffled voice whined as she waddled around in her atomic wedgie. Her fingers wrapped around her waistband and wrenched her undergarments off her head.
“Wow,” Iris stated, observing Caitlin’s undergarments drooping from her pants. “Those are stretchy panties.”
Caitlin pulled out a Poké Ball and gave it an underhanded toss. Out popped her Reuniclus, who stared in confusion at her undergarments. “Stop staring!” she demanded, scaring her Pokémon. “Sorry,” she quickly apologized. She then whispered something into Reuniclus’s ear and pointed towards Iris. The Pokémon and held out her arms in Iris’s direction and flashed her eyes.
Iris felt a purple fabric slither up her back, making her squeak. “A Psychic wedgie?” she questioned as she noticed the front part of her undergarments skyrocket of her jeans. “Ack!” she shrieked. The cotton wrapped around her body like bandages, exponentially amplifying the pain.
As the underwear tied around her body, Caitlin snickered as she observed the Pokémon printed onto the fabric: Haxorus. “Cute panties,” she said mockingly. “If I was as good at giving wedgies as I am at Pokémon battles, I would have been champion years ago.”
“This... seems... excessive...” Iris whimpered, barely able to feel the agony anymore.
“Just one more thing,” Caitlin replied as she watched Reuniclus’s display. Reuniclus finished the job by pulling Iris’s waistband over her head and hooking it onto her teeth.
“Why?!” Iris whined. She was surprised that the wedgie had not split her in two with excruciating the sensation was.
“If you had a Cofagrigus, this would be more fitting,” Caitlin stated, noticing the connection between the coffin Pokémon and Iris’s mummy wedgie. She chuckled as she watched Iris fall over in the attempt to walk. “You are such a nerd,” she giggled. She snapped her fingers and Reuniclus nodded. They were so perfectly in sync that the duo knew exactly what the other was thinking. Iris’s mummy wedgie came undone, but she felt a new wedgie appear in her spine.
“Ugh, I need to go to a Pokémon center,” Iris groaned, rubbing her posterior. “Hey, what did you do?” She ran her finger up her back and realized the truth. Her underwear had been tightly hooked to her bra, giving her a permanent wedgie.
“Got any other stops today?” Caitlin asked, pulling Iris up.
“I was going to visit Grandpa,” Iris whispered.
Caitlin smiled. “Great. I can join you,” she said cheerfully, patting Iris on the back.
“Can you please let me go?” Iris pleaded, pointing towards her back.
“Can I still come with you if I do?” Caitlin asked.
Iris nodded. “Just no more wedgies, okay?”
Caitlin smirked as she looked to Reuniclus, who undid Iris’s wedgie. “Thanks, Reuniclus,” she said appreciatively before pulling out her Poké Ball and returning Reuniclus to her home.
Iris tucked her panties back into jeans and let out a sigh. She somewhat regretted buying the most elastic pair she could find; she simply did not want her underwear to rip anymore. While giving wedgies were always fun, she had never enjoyed getting them. She had underestimated Caitlin’s resourcefulness and bond with her Reuniclus. Let’s hope this doesn’t happen again…

Drayden was making lunch for himself and Roxie when he heard a knock on the front door of his house. “Can you get that?” he asked Roxie who gave him a thumbs up. The white-haired rock star was wearing her normal clothes: a blue-and-purple striped shirt that was bigger than she was, black shorts, and black boots. Roxie ran over to the door and opened it to see who it was.
“Iris!” Roxie exclaimed, wrapping her arms around her friend. “Happy birthday!”
“It’s good to see you too,” Iris stated, embracing her best friend. “Eep!” She noticed Roxie snickering as her underwear jumped her back.
“Wedgie,” Roxie whispered, releasing her grip on her panties.
Iris groaned as she stuffed her underwear into her jeans. “I’m gonna get you back,” she warned.
“You always do,” Roxie replied, aware of her upcoming fate. She noticed the tall woman next to her. “Who’s your friend?”
“I am Caitlin,” the woman introduced herself. “I’m one of the members of the Elite Four. Did Iris never mention me to you?”
Roxie shrugged. “She never really brought it up,” she admitted, surprising Caitlin. The older woman had not expected for Iris to not bring her or the other Elite Four members up to her friends.
Iris rubbed her elbow nervously, hoping to change the direction of the conversation. “So... were you expecting me to show up today?” she asked Roxie.
Roxie waved an unsure hand in the air. “Eh, I took a guess,” she admitted. “But at least you’re here.” She noticed Caitlin was holding a gift wrapped box in her hands. “Oh! You got me a present?” she joked, playfully elbowing Caitlin in the side. “I turn twenty-three next week, not today.”
Caitlin giggled, making Irish blush even more. “Can we go inside now?” Iris asked anxiously. She really wanted to see Drayden and she felt awkward seeing her friends, who had never even met each other, interact so closely. She took a few steps and found herself in Drayden’s house. “Hey Grandpa!” she greeted.
“Iris!” Drayden exclaimed, pulling himself away the stove. He wrapped his arms around her, genuinely happy to see her again. “How have you been?”
Iris smiled as she hugged him back. “I’m alright,” she told him. “Being a champion isn’t easy, though. I hardly get any breaks!” While this had been her second official job, the first being a gym leader, she had not expected it to be so exhausting. Every day she waited in her tower, doing nothing but sit until a new challenger approached. She had become bored out of her mind waiting and never being able to leave until the day was done or it had become the weekend. She could only think of one recent time a challenger got to battle her...

A Pokémon trainer named Rosa headed up the steps that led to Iris’s room. She wore her long brunette hair in pigtails and had on a pink-and-white cap. For the rest of her clothing, she wore a grey-and-white sweater with a pink Poké Ball on the center, a pink bow on her back, frilly yellow shorts, black leggings and tights, pink socks, and grey-and-white shoes with yellow laces. She panted for breath as she reached Iris’s sector of the building. “Welcome, challenger!” Iris greeted excitedly. “I’ve been waiting for this!” she held her arms into the air, mimicking the pose of a dragon.
“You guys... need... to get... an escalator,” Rosa grunted, struggling to breath.
“Yeah,” Iris agreed as she pulled out a Poké Ball. “You look a bit older than most of my challengers. Most tend to be ten-year-olds.”
“I’m nineteen,” Rosa replied. “I kind of started a bit late in the game.”
Iris chuckled as she noticed a blue fabric sticking out of Rosa’s yellow skirt. “Nice panties.”
Rosa blushed as she covered up her waist. “You shouldn’t have seen that,” she murmured.
Iris giggled. “Tell you what, let’s make a bet,” she suggested.
Rosa raised an eyebrow. “What kind of bet?” she asked.
“If you win, you get to give me a wedgie,” Iris began, surprising Rosa.
“How?” Rosa asked, not seeing an opening in her big, poofy dress.
“You’ll figure it out,” Iris replied. “If I win, I give you the wedgie. What do you say?”
Rosa grinned. “I like those odds. You got it.” She tossed out a Poké Ball, releasing her Samurott.
Iris did the same, releasing her Haxorus. The dragon roared loudly, echoing throughout the room. “Haxorus, use Dragon Dance!” Iris commanded, holding out her arm.
A red-and-blue aura surrounded Haxorus, boosting her speed and attack immeasurably.
“Samurott, use Blizzard!” Rosa ordered, pointing at the target. The water type Pokémon shot out a hailstorm from his mouth, aiming directly at Haxorus.
“Dodge it and use Earthquake!” Iris demanded. Her Haxorus nodded and moved so fast Samurott could not keep track of her. Within an instant, Haxorus was behind the the water type and stamped her feet against the ground. Samurott’s health plummeted until he finally fainted.
Rosa stared dumbfounded. “One hit?” she questioned, barely able to comprehend what had happened. That was my only counter to dragons, she thought worriedly. “How did your Haxorus get so strong?”
“Years of training,” Iris said as she patted her Pokémon on the back. “You think I just stopped training when I became the champion?”
“Hax!” Haxorus said, affectionately biting Iris on the head.
Rosa froze, unable to react. What am I going to do? she wondered as terror surrounded her mind. She returned Samurott to his Poké Ball and sent out another Pokémon: Scolipede. “Use Toxic!” she commanded. The bug Pokémon nodded and shot out a toxic stream at Haxorus.
“You got this Haxorus!” Iris exclaimed. “You know what to do!”
Haxorus nodded once more and slammed her feet into the ground, disrupting Scolipede’s attack and health. The Pokémon collapsed to the ground, having fainted like Samurott did previously. “Come on!” Rosa whined. “Quit spamming Earthquake!”
“It’s not my fault your Pokémon can’t take a hit,” Iris pointed out. “I’m the champion for a reason.”
Rosa sighed as she returned Scolipede to his Poké Ball. She felt like she was going insane with how badly she was losing. In only one hit, two of her six Pokémon had already lost. She had four Pokémon left: Krookodile, Zoroark disguised as Eelektross, Leavanny, and finally Eelektross. Haxorus easily defeated Krookodile with another Earthquake, frustrating Rosa even more. As for Zoroark, Iris gave Haxorus a new command: “Use Guillotine!”
Haxorus smashed her red-and-black tusks into Zoroark, barely connecting, but compensated for that fact by knocking Rosa’s Pokémon out in one hit. “How did it connect?” Rosa demanded. “That attack has a thirty percent chance of hitting!”
“The accuracy improves the higher the level difference,” Iris explained. She noticed Zoroark’s illusion come undone, making her smile. “It looks like you’ve still got an Eelektross you’re holding back,” she observed.
Rosa groaned as she returned Zoroark to his Poké Ball. “You did your best,” she whispered to Zoroark and her other Pokémon. “Just two more to go.” She sent out Leavanny, who fell quickly from a flurry of punches and kicks from Haxorus’s Outrage. She bit her tongue, attempting not to curse, as she sent out her last Pokémon: Eelektross. The electric type was also taken out in one hit by Haxorus’s Outrage. Rosa sighed as she withdrew her final Pokémon.
“You gave it a good try,” Iris stated, walking over to Rosa. “But you know, a deal’s a deal.”
Rosa groaned. The worst loss of my life and a wedgie? she thought bitterly.
“If it’s any consolation, you can give me a wedgie after,” Iris offered.
“Wait... what?” Rosa asked, raising an eyebrow. “But I lost...”
“Yeah,” Iris admitted. “But you look like you need a pick me up. It ain’t easy fighting the champion.”
Rosa nodded. “You can say that again,” she agreed.
“Give me a minute, okay?” Iris asked, walking into another room. When she returned her attire had changed. Her hair had now been braided into pigtails and she now wore a vanilla t-shirt, jeans, white socks, and pink sneakers. Her crown had also disappeared, revealing more of her hair to Rosa. “There. Now I’m ready.”
Rosa sighed as Iris walked behind her. Iris yanked her blue undergarments up her back, making her squeal. “You’re... stronger... than... you... look...” Rosa whispered as the wedgie ripped her a new one.
“Thanks!” Iris replied, unaware of how much pain she was actually causing Rosa. She removed Rosa’s hat and bounced her panties up and down her back. “Just getting them ready for the atomic,” she explained. “Say... have you ever gotten a wedgie before?”
“Yeah, but I don’t know what an atomic is,” Rosa admitted.
A devious grin appeared on Iris’s face. “Let me show you.” She snickered a little bit as she saw numerous Oshawott printed onto Rosa’s underwear. Rosa saw nothing but blue and Oshawott as her waistband was pulled over her eyes and hooked onto her nose.
“Ugh!” Rosa muttered as her neck yanked her head back. “I can’t see!”
“That’s kind of the point,” Iris said with a giggle. She froze when Rosa gripped the front part of her pink waistband. Rosa wrenched her undergarments into the air, making Iris shriek. While she knew she would be getting a wedgie, Iris had not anticipated it to be so soon or agonizing. Rosa jerked Iris’s polka-dotted panties over her face and secured the waistband against the back of her head.
Iris became paralyzed by pain as the melvin atomic wedgie consumed her. “Haxorus!” her muffled voice called out. Her companion, tired of watching, walked over and tore Iris’s underwear off her head. “That’s not what I meant,” she whispered, holding the torn cotton in her hands. Haxorus then turned to Rosa and did the same, ripping her underwear clean off.
“My panties!” Rosa whined, collecting the shredded pieces of her undergarments.
“Haxorus,” the Pokémon stated, making Rosa wonder if the creature was mocking her.
Rosa sighed as she picked what remaining underwear she had left. “I’m going to beat you someday,” she told Iris.
“And I’ll be waiting to face you again,” Iris replied with a smirk. “Only stronger.”
Rosa rubbed her elbow nervously. “By chance, could you... buy me some new underwear?”
Iris nodded. “Sure,” she replied. “If you hung out with my friends, you’d be buying as many pairs as possible.” She turned to Haxorus with a look of disapproval. “And somebody needs to learn not to rip my panties.”
“Hax?” the Pokémon asked, genuinely unaware as to what she had done wrong.
To Be Continued...
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