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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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“Very funny, Rotty,” Shantae said, exasperated as her bright green, zombie-printed panties were wrenched up her bottom by her zombie girlfriend. She yanked out of her seat, inches away from the dinner table, thanks to the wedgie. “Are you going to stop now?”

“You’re the one who said my butt was getting big,” Rottytops snarked, grinning as the fabric was yanked even higher and making Shantae squeak.

“I said that because you were eating everything,” the twenty-three year old half-genie whined.

“It’s Taco Night!” Rotty replied incredulously with a chuckle. “What did you expect?”

“I was hoping to actually eat some tacos that I made!” Shantae yelled. Holly and Risky entered the dining area. Holly wore her typical outfit while Risky was still in her pajamas.

“What’s going on here?” Holly asked, craning her neck in confusion.

“Seems to be some kind of lovers’ quarrel,” Risky observed with a yawn.

“Over dinner?” Holly asked, realizing that her meal for the night had disappeared.

“Stay out of this!” Rotty snapped, looking over the memory woman. “Ew!” She looked behind her to see Shantae having escaped from her grip and stuffing a taco into her black, skull-printed undergarments. The meat, cheese, and pieces of broken taco shell smothered the once clean cotton, making Rotty shudder. “What was that for?” she asked weakly.

“You ate almost all of the tacos and gave me a wedgie!” Shantae snapped, yanking the fabric up to Rotty’s neck.

“Is she normally this angry?” Holly asked worriedly, taking a step back.

“No,” Risky admitted, rubbing her fluttering eyes. “Those tacos must mean a lot to her.”

“I spent all day making them!” Shantae yelled, startling the memory woman and the pirate. “I love tacos!”

“Should we leave them be?” Holly asked Risky.

The pirate merely shrugged as she looked to Holly. “It’s free entertainment to keep watching,” she replied. “Oh. I missed it,” she murmured. Rotty’s waistband had been yanked over her skull, getting the food chunks spilling in her hair. The waistband had slithered down Rotty’s face, engulfing her nose with a putrid smell. Finally, the waistband had been hooked onto her chin, making her wander around helplessly as Shantae laughed at her. “Once again, I am reminded why I spend most of the day asleep,” Risky said to no one in particular.

“So, are there any tacos left?” Holly asked, tapping her fingers together optimistically.

“Uh, that... was the last one,” Shantae admitted, realizing her own error as her stomach could be heard growling.

“I’m not surprised.” Risky admitted, crossing her arms.

“What am I supposed to eat?” Holly.

Rotty yanked the waistband off her face, allowing her to take a deep breath. A smirk latched onto her lips as she pointed to her stretched out undergarments still full of food contents. “Well, if you’re that hungry,” Rotty joked.

“No!” Holly snapped, mortified by the suggestion.

“I need to rest,” Shantae murmured, walking into her bedroom and tucking her underwear back into her hareem pants. She was honestly surprised that her panties had not been ripped or made unwearable by her girlfriend’s constant wedgies. She changed out of her typical outfit and into her white pajamas and new undergarments. She rested her head against her pillow, gently shutting her eyes.

Shantae found herself in front of an office building. Today was her audition for one of her favorite video games and she didn’t want to disappoint. She had dressed in her classic outfit, hoping that would make a good impression. She walked into the building and took the elevator up to the third floor. Upon exiting from that floor, she found numerous women were standing around in various rooms in the hallway. The women were huddled up into several groups while talking those closest to them.

Shantae tiptoed through the area, hoping to find somebody to talk to that could help her out. She noticed three princesses standing together in one room and talking to one another. Each one wore a different outfit from one another. The first one, Princess Rosalina, wore a primarily white jumpsuit with turquoise stripes. She also wore a matching turquoise scarf, belt, boots, gloves, and other detailing, including a heart-shaped pattern on her back. The teal gloves she wore had a white trim to match her boots, which had white soles. She also wore a silver crown and brooch, along with golden earrings. Finally, her platinum blonde hair reached down to her waist.

The second princess, Peach, had long, flowing, golden-blonde hair that reached past her waist, with both V-shaped and fringed bangs, and two thin sideburns with v-shaped ends framing her face. She wore a floor-length pink gown with puffy sleeves, as well as a high collar, panniers at the waist, and a ruffle at the hem, all colored deep pink. Her crown was golden, with two rubies and two sapphires set in gold. White evening gloves beyond elbow-length adorned her arms.

The third and final princess, Daisy, wore a bright yellow tank top, orange and yellow shorts and orange and yellow tennis shoes with matching laces. Her orange hair was long with a flipped style and parted bangs, along with a gold crown with red jewels on the sides, flower-shaped earrings, and a flower-shaped brooch. “Hey!” Daisy greeted Shantae. “You’re the one audititioning, right?”

Shantae nodded eagerly. “Yep!” she exclaimed.

“We’ve got a test for newbies,” Daisy said with a grin, crossing her arms. “We were all relaxing waiting for you to show up, but you can make things exciting.”

“Not this again,” Peach groaned. “We already did this with Byleth...”

“Come on, it’ll be great!” Daisy insisted.

Rosalina sighed. “Must you always be this immature?”

“What? It’s funny!” Daisy exclaimed, throwing her arms excitedly in the air.

“Not when we’re involved,” Peach murmured.

“So what powers do you got?” Daisy asked excitedly. “Anything that tears through clothing?”

Shantae raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

“You’ll see!” Daisy assured her, patting her on the back.

“I can shoot fire,” Shantae answered, holding up her hands to reveal a fireball forming in each hand.

“That’s useful!” Daisy exclaimed, her lips curling into a massive grin.

“Oh no...” Peach whispered, turning to run away. Rosalina nodded in fear as she did the same.

“Shoot them and you’ll be in the game!” Daisy promised the half-genie.

Shantae hesitated, weighing her options. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah, just aim for their butts!” Daisy stated, pointing in Peach and Rosalina’s direction.

Shantae shrugged. “Alright.” She tossed the fireballs at her opponents, making them jump in the air as the fire incinerated their bottoms. Peach and Rosalina smacked at the fire, extinguishing it immediately. Smoke seared from their bottoms as exposed waistbands appeared.

“Really, Daisy?!” Peach snapped, rubbing her burning tush.

“This is getting quite tiresome,” Rosalina agreed, feeling Peach’s sentiment.

“Too bad!” Daisy chuckled, appearing behind them. Within each hand, she gripped their waistbands. Peach’s bright pink undergarments skyrocketed up her bottom as Rosalina’s star-printed teal panties clambered up her posterior.

“Not again!” Peach squeaked, gritting her teeth as the fabric jumped up her skin. She was far too familiar with Daisy’s wedgies.

“Doesn’t this ever get boring for you?” Rosalina asked Daisy, who shook her head in response.

“If I did, I wouldn’t keep doing it!” Daisy replied eagerly, grinning as the cotton reached up to Peach and Rosalina’s necks. “Ready for my favorite wedgie?”

“Is there any other one we could get?” Peach asked with a groan.

“It’s too late,” Rosalina told Peach. “She’s already made up her mind.”

“You’re ahead of the curve, Rosie!” Daisy stated proudly. She lifted her arms into the air and knocked their crowns off their heads before she let their waistbands snap against their eyes. Peach and Rosalina’s necks craned back in concession as Daisy slapped her knee in boisterous laughter. “That never gets old!”

Peach yanked the waistband off her neck, rubbing her aching nerves. “Can’t you give it a break?” she asked her friend. She looked back at the stretched out undergarments resting behind her. Why can’t my underwear not get stretched for once?

You’d think I’d be used to this by now, Rosalina told herself as she removed the waistband, letting her undergarments droop behind her.

“Uh, what just happened?” Shantae questioned.

“That’s part of the initiation,” Daisy explained, walking over to the half-genie. “You have one goal for today. Give five atomic wedgies and you’ll be in the game.”

“That seems really specific,” Shantae observed. “What happens if I don’t?”

“Then you get an atomic like these two,” Daisy explained, pointing to the annoyed duo behind her. “Here’s the deal, I’ll be giving atomics, too. You need to give five atomics before I wedgie them all.”

“That doesn’t seem fair,” Shantae murmured.

“Hey, I’ll give myself an atomic as a handicap,” Daisy stated, suddenly gripping the back of her dark green waistband. She launched her arms into the air, already stretching the fabric up to her shoulders.

“Doesn’t that hurt?” Shantae asked worriedly, disturbed by Daisy’s eagerness for her own atomic.

“Yep!” Daisy stated, hoisting her underwear past her head. “I get ‘em nice and stretchy for events like this!”

“Do you... enjoy getting wedgies?” Shantae asked hesitantly.

“Nah,” Daisy said with a shrug, hooking the fabric over her eyebrows as her crown became enveloped by green, ghost-printed cotton. The fabric dug deep into her posterior, but she did not care. She was having the time of her life. “I just like screwing with people.”

Shantae looked over to Peach and Rosalina, who merely nodded in confirmation. “So, how does this go?”

“You got two minutes to interact with each group,” Daisy instructed her. “If you don’t give them some form of an atomic wedgie, then I’m going in.”

Shantae quickly nodded. “You got it.” She rushed over to a group of four women. The first woman, Robin, had silver hair with pigtails that reached down to her shoulders. She wore a black coat with golden buttons and yellow linings, a white shirt with a brown belt and golden buckle, and black shoes with yellow linings. In her hands was a book she had her eyes glued to.

The second woman, Corrin, had silver hair reaching past her shoulders and a black headband. She wore silver armor, black underclothing that covered every part of her body except for her feet, as well as a blue cape. She had a cheerful smile on her face as she clasped her hands together upon seeing Shantae. “Hello, friend!” she greeted. “I am Corrin! It’s so nice to meet you! You’re here to audition, right?”

Shantae nodded. “Yeah, it’s been pretty crazy so far,” she murmured. “Daisy is scary.”

Corrin gave a nervous laugh. “Yeah,” she said, rubbing her head anxiously. “She tends to be... that way. Is she... giving wedgies again?”

Shantae nodded hesitantly. “Yes...”

Corrin’s eyes widened in terror. “Not again,” she whimpered.

“She told me she won’t give an atomic if I give you the atomic first,” Shantae explained.

“Seriously? This again?” the third woman, Lucina, asked. This woman had long, dark blue hair, a blue scarf and cape, a blue with golden lined shirt, a golden tiara, and blue boots. A grumpy look covered her face as she crossed her arms. “I hate when she pulls this.”

“It is quite... different,” a subdued voice agreed with her. Byleth, the fourth and final woman took a step forward. She had teal hair and wore a black shirt that bore her midriff, a dark blue cape, black shorts and stockings, silver armor around her arms, and black-and-white boots. Byleth had a serious look on her face, never changing for even a second.

“Well, if it isn’t Ms. Personality,” Lucina said dryly. “You going to let Daisy wedgie us all again?”

“I didn’t know she was going to do that,” Byleth insisted solemnly.

“Perhaps we should devise a strategy to defeat Daisy,” Robin suggested, looking up from her book.

“I’d like to stick my sword up her-” Lucina began, but was cut off by Robin.

“Lucina! We need real strategies!” Robin stated, horrified by Lucina’s suggestion.

“Whatever, nerd,” Lucina snapped, crossing her arms.

“Uh, guys...” Shantae murmured, realizing she was running out of time.

“I am not a nerd!” Robin insisted.

“Maybe we should think of a plan,” Corrin suggested. In the meantime, Shantae snuck away to the next group. Corrin squeaked as somebody pulled her away into another room as Lucina and Robin argued while Byleth watched the two fight. Corrin felt her own sword tear through the armor covering her bottom, exposing her green waistband.

“Oh hey! You wear green, too?” Daisy asked excitedly.

“Yes,” Corrin murmured, feeling the fabric slowly slither up her back. The cotton’s leg holes stretched out much to Corrin’s horror as she realized that she would not be wearing this pair again. Daisy giggled as she yanked the fabric up to Corrin’s neck. “Could you please stop?” Corrin pleaded. “And why are you in an atomic?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” Daisy asked with a shrug, continuing the fabric’s painful journey being wrenched up Corirn’s bottom. “And I do what I want.” The cotton leaped over Corrin’s headband, blanketing her vision. She clamped her eyes shut, expecting Daisy to hook the waistband to her eyes already. However, Daisy kept pulling, hooking the waistband onto her chin instead. Corrin shrieked as the fabric strained her neck back, forcing her to waddle around as Daisy playfully tugged on her leg holes. “There. Having a good time?”

“No!” Corrin screamed, her voice muffled by her own panty mask. She had no idea that her own tush had such a pestering odor. Her body shook in terror as she heard the door shut and lock, trapping her in the room. “Come on!” she whined.

Byleth tapped her feet against the ground, growing impatient when hearing Lucina and Robin continue to argue. She was suddenly pulled back into another room much like Corrin had been. Her red-and-black panties skyrocketed up her back, making her grit her teeth. “Your turn,” Daisy whispered into Byleth’s ear. “And wow, yours is pretty stretchy!” Daisy observed, noticing that the fabric was already stretching up to Byleth’s neck. “What have you been eating?”

“None of your business,” Byleth stated. “And why is your underwear on your head?”

Daisy shrugged as she kept pulling. She gave a yank stronger than any of her previous ones, causing Byleth to make a sound that Daisy was not expecting: a moan. “Uh, what was that?”

Byleth’s face became red as she covered her mouth. “Nothing!” she insisted, but another moan escaped her lips as the fabric rubbed against her skin like a cheese grater.

“You enjoy this?” Daisy asked, giggling as Byleth was now openly moaning with each tug.

“Please don’t tell anyone,” she pleaded. She had developed the kink from Daisy’s previous wedgies, but she did not realize it until recently.

“Ok, but I’m still giving you an atomic,” Daisy replied.

“Please don’t,” Byleth begged.

Daisy raised an eyebrow. “I thought you liked wedgies...”

“Yeah, but it feels too good,” Byleth explained. She both loved and hated how wedgies made her feel. She enjoyed the feeling, but she despised the addictive nature the kink had on her.

“Sorry, but I’m giving everyone I can an atomic,” Daisy replied. The cotton swarmed over Byleth’s skull, hooking the waistband onto her teeth. “How does that feel?”

“Good,” Byleth moaned, her body feeling weak while in a state of absolute euphoria. Her body collapsed in joy while she kept biting onto the waistband. The taste was awful and the smell was putrid, but both were simultaneously irresistible.

“I’ll leave you be,” Daisy said, waving her goodbye as she locked the door behind her. Byleth held onto her aching lap, which had been put through a grinder full of pain. Unlike most people, she would give anything in the world to experience it again.

“We need an actual strategy against Daisy!” Robin insisted.

“You’re so obnoxious,” Lucina groaned.

“I’m obnoxious?” Robin asked, her eyes widening angrily. “You’re the one who gives me wedgies whenever you feel like it!”

“Only to shut you up,” Lucina snapped. “You’re the one who says I can’t protect my father if I can’t protect myself!”

“Because you can’t,” Robin replied, crossing her arms.

“That’s it!” Lucina screamed, dashing behind Robin and knocking her book out of her hands. Lucina tossed Robin’s coat over her face, blinding her as Lucina’s fingers wrapped around Robin’s dark blue waistband and yanked with all her strength. In one pull, Lucina tore Robin’s underwear clean off as Robin shrieked in pain.

“Damn it, Luci!” Robin screamed, collected the shredded underwear off the ground. “I liked that pair!”

“Too bad!” Lucina snapped, stomping away in anger.

A fire burned inside Robin’s eyes as she pulled out her jagged blade and slashed at the back of Lucina’s clothing, exposing a red waistband. Without any hesitation, she wrenched Lucina’s red undergarments with purple butterfly-prints up her tush. Lucina squeaked as the cotton zipped against her skin, the friction burning her alive. Robin pushed her tiara off Lucina’s head as she yanked the fabric up to Lucina’s neck. “Don’t want this getting in the way of your atomic,” Robin explained casually.

Lucina gritted her teeth. “You’re too kind,” she snarked.

“Why do you have your name on your waistband?” Robin asked, noticing the name ‘Luci’ printed in purple letters on her waistband.

“It’s easier to keep track of,” Lucina murmured.

A sinister thought appeared in Robin’s mind, making her say that thought without any hesitation. “Hey, has Severa ever seen you like this?” she asked smugly. “I bet she’d love to know that your panties are the same color as her hair.”

Lucina’s face became consumed by crimson as rage overwhelmed her system at the mention of her girlfriend. “Shut up!” Lucina snapped.

“I can do that for you,” Robin replied. “It’s like I said. You can’t protect your dad if you can’t even protect yourself.” With one final pull, Lucina’s face was blanketed by her underwear. The waistband slithered down her face, becoming a cotton mask the further it stretched across her face. The journey was complete when the waistband was hooked to her teeth, making her taste the part of her underwear with her name on it. “So, how do you taste, Luci?” Robin joked, yanking pleasure in watching Lucina’s neck strain back as screams came from the panty mask. “I’d imagine pretty salty.”

Daisy walked up to them, surprised that her job had already been done. “Wow, I guess I’m not needed here,” she murmured, walking away.

“So you’re the same person, but different,” Shantae stated, attempting to understand the ninja’s explanation. Sheik, as she was called, was a warrior that wore a white turban and scarf, white bandages around her arms and legs, and a blue ninja suit. She kept her left eye concealed behind her hair, leaving her right eye barely visible. Her ponytail was tied together with bandages to complete her look. The woman, Zelda, on her right had a similar figure. Zelda was a woman with elf-like ears and light brown hair that reached down to her waist. She wore a white dress with the center portion being pink, a white cape, golden bracelets, and brown boots.

“Pretty much,” Sheik said with a shrug.

“Think of it as alternate timelines,” Zelda explained to Shantae, confusing the half-genie further.

“So, where does the timeline become alternate?” Shantae asked, scratching her head. Sheik groaned, frustrated by the half-genie’s ignorance. “And is this a dream or an alternate universe? I don’t remember really coming here today.”

“Could be either,” Sheik admitted.

“Or both!” Zelda contributed.

“Stretch those shoulders!” a robotic voice startled the three of them. Before them stood a woman with chalk white skin and grey hair kept in a ponytail. She wore a blue tank top and grey sweatpants, but lacked any footwear. She was stretching her shoulders, blissfully unaware of the others’ presence.

“Uh, who is that?” Shantae questioned, disturbed by the woman’s appearance.

“Wii Fit Trainer,” Sheik said simply. “You don’t want to mess with her.”

“Tuck in those glutes!” Wii Fit Trainer exclaimed, mimicking the motion she called out.

“She creeps me out,” Shantae said, shuddering.

“It’s best not to bother her,” Zelda advised.

“Well, I need to get into this game,” Shantae replied.

“Giving wedgies to her is not going to increase your chances of that,” Sheik replied.

“We’ll see about that,” Shantae replied, walking behind Wii Fit Trainer. She gripped Wii Fit Trainer’s orange waistband yanked upward. Without any effort, she easily allowed the fabric to leap over Wii Fit Trainer’s head, hooking the fabric to her eyebrows. Much to Shantae’s surprise, she had gotten no reaction from Wii Fit Trainer.

“Time to stretch...” Wii Fit Trainer said emotionlessly, sending a shiver down Shantae’s spine. Out of nowhere, Wii Fit Trainer spun around and gripped the front part of Shantae’s waistband, lifting the purple-and-green stripes panties up the half-genie’s stomach.

“Eek!” Shantae shrieked, feeling her front side be split in half by the cotton.

“Time to rip…” Wii Fit Trainer murmured, effortlessly snapping Shantae’s waistband apart from the rest of her undergarments.

“Why?” Shantae murmured, crumpling to the floor as Wii Fit Trainer dropped the clothing on top of her face. The half-genie picked herself up and slowly walked away, struggling to walk when her legs felt sore.

“Time to stretch,” Wii Fit Trainer’s voice repeated, suddenly appearing behind Zelda and Sheik. Wii Fit Trainer clawed at their backsides, tearing holes that exposed their undergarments. Wii Fit Trainer gripped Sheik’s purple Triforce-printed undergarments and Zelda’s black underwear and reached for the sky, making them squeal as the fabric approached their heads. However, their waistbands did not attach to their own heads. Rather, they latched onto the opposite’s chin, wrapping the other in the repulsive cotton that had been attached to the other’s posterior.

“Ugh, this stinks!” Zelda whined, scratching at her purple cotton mask. For some reason, Wii Fit Trainer was still pulling down on their underwear, preventing them from removing their atomics.

“Well, it’s your butt,” Sheik pointed out through her own mask while she gagged on the stench.

Daisy rushed over to the trio to find Wii Fit Trainer was now doing yoga on the ground with the atomic wedgie, stretching her legs out. “Wow, I didn’t even think about that,” Daisy admitted to herself.

“Is somebody there?” Zelda whined, bonking heads with Sheik. “Can you please help us?”

“Hmm... nah,” Daisy replied before dashing off. Dang. They all keep beating me to it.

“Why isn’t anybody paying attention to me?!” a certain Koopaling complained. She wore large, golden bracelets on her wrists, a long, beaded pearled, red necklace and pink heels. A large pink bow with white polka-dots wrapped itself around her bald head. A pink shell lined with a white casing covered her back. Multiple, short spikes appeared on her shell encased by grey rings. Wendy O. Koopa watched in contempt from the side. The teen Koopaling groaned as she watched the other women fight in the hallway. “I’m in the game, too!”

“Are you sure you want to get involved in that?” a bright yellow dog asked her. She had a smile with rosy cheeks and with a white fur patch on her tail and around her mouth. She wore a green checkered vest with a white top and a red ribbon underneath with a navy blue skirt. During fall Her hair was tied up with a red elastic with bells attached which actually jingle as she walks. Her name was Isabelle.

“When did you get here?” Wendy asked, nearly jumping in fear.

“I’m the mayor of my town,” Isabelle replied serenely, gently shaking her drink of whiskey. “I’m wherever I need to be.”

“Okay...” Wendy murmured, disturbed by the dog’s calm demeanor.

“You know, we have a lot in common,” Shantae stated, hoping she could lower the witch’s guard. The witch, Bayonetta, wore a tight, black jumpsuit with her back exposed, and black heels. She had short black hair, a lascivious figure, and a pair of glasses. To her right stood two other women. The first woman, Samus, was an athletic blonde woman wearing a blue sports bra as well as matching short shorts and boots. The second woman, Palutena, had long green hair and an outfit that consisted of a layered, white dress, along with numerous gold accessories in the form of a necklace, laurel crown, fibula, arm bands, arm brace, armored sleeve, and ornaments secured by belts. She held a gold staff with a blue handle in her right hand.

“Do tell, half-genie,” Bayonetta replied with a smirk.

“We both use magic and our hair to beat our opponents,” Shantae.

“Yes, but I’m the one in the game,” Bayonetta said with a smirk.

“I will be in someday,” Shantae assured her.

“Good luck,” Bayonetta said, giving her a wink.

“I think it’s wonderful that you’re here,” Palutena said chipperly to Shantae. “It’s always fun to get new auditions for this game.”

Samus merely pounded her fists together, startling Shantae. “If you can prove yourself, you can join us,” she told the half-genie with a smile.

“I love having fresh meat to tear into,” Bayonetta added with a cheerful grin.

“Uh...” Shantae murmured, unnerved by the disconnect between Bayonetta’s words and facial expressions.

“I’m kidding,” Bayonetta assured her. “Mostly.”

“So, how does this audition go again?” Palutena asked. “I’m afraid I did not get a memo for this meeting.”

“Daisy wants me to give you all atomic wedgies,” Shantae said sheepishly.

Samus raised an eyebrow. “Seriously? I swear, she must get off on that stuff or something,” she murmured, shaking her head.

“Oh, I love giving wedgies!” Bayonetta exclaimed, clasping her hands together. “Might I give a demonstration?”

Shantae, Palutena, and Samus’s eyes all widened in fear. “Don’t!” they screamed.

“Too late!” Bayonetta said in a singsong voice. The room’s aura changed as time slowed down. Bayonetta grinned as she did her work. She expertly crafted each wedgie, one that was fitting for each receiver. Once she had finished her work, time returned to normal.

“Help!” Palutena’s muffled voice screamed. Her staff was floating in the air horizontally, going through her leg holes as a means of keeping her afloat. At the same time, her grey undergarments had latched onto her chin as her tiara tore a hole through the fabric. Her body bounced up and down, the fabric staying in place thanks to Bayonetta’s magic.

“Bayonetta, you bitch!” Samus screamed through her panty mask. Before she could even react, she had already been trapped by her own orange, basketball-printed undergarments. The fabric took on a mind of its own, the back part consuming her face completely as the leg holes were stretched out beyond repair as the waistband hooked itself to her chin. The front portion latched itself onto the front part of her head, creating a jail cell made of cotton and no key was available. Bayonetta cackled at her pain.

“You have no idea how fun this is!” Bayonetta exclaimed. She turned to the half-genie and continued to laugh.

“What kind of wedgie is this?” Shantae murmured, finding that she had been bandaged by her own underwear, constricting every part of her body and transferred the pain that she normally felt in her bottom throughout her entire body. Finally, her face was encased by the cotton, leaving only her eyes visible.

“One of my favorites,” Bayonetta explained. “Eeek!” She craned her neck to see a snickering Daisy, still in her own atomic wedgie. “Ah, Daisy,” she greeted joyfully, not caring that her purple, bat-printed panties were being yanked up her tush. “I like what you did with your look,” she stated, gesturing towards Daisy’s atomic.

“Thanks!” Daisy exclaimed. “Now it’s your turn!” Without any hesitation, Daisy yanked the fabric up to Bayonetta’s neck. “Wow. You wear the stretchy ones, too?”

Bayonetta gave a smile through gritted teeth. “You could say that.” The fact that she wore a skin tight suit did not make the wedgie any less painful. If anything, it made the pain more excruciating. “Daisy, let me go before I make you regret it.”

“Hmm... nah,” Daisy replied, lifting her arms up into the air and making Bayonetta squeak. Better make this quick before she does that magic juju on me, Daisy told herself. Daisy tightened her grip on Bayonetta’s waistband and reached for the stars. Bayonetta yelped as the fabric crawled past her scalp, quickly making its way past her eyes. Before Bayonnetta could utter another word, Daisy hooked the waistband onto Bayonneta’s teeth. Bayonetta’s neck craned back as her vision was cut off by bats printed onto purple cotton. She waved her arms around in the air as Daisy snickered and ran off before the witch could free herself.

Bayonetta tore the waistband off her face, taking a moment to spit out the disgusting taste in her mouth. I normally prefer something sweet, not sour, she thought humorously. As for Daisy, I can deal with her another time. Her focus turned to the three wedgied women standing before her. Samus was busy tearing through her own undergarments, leaving a trail of orange cotton in her wake.

“Never. Do. That. Again,” Samus growled.

Bayonetta smirked. “No promises.”

“Can you please let me down?” Palutena begged, feeling the fabric bury itself within her skin.

“Maybe later,” Bayonetta said deviously. Her focus turned to Shantae, who had been waddling around like a mummy in the desperate hope of trying to free herself. “Don’t worry, Shantae. There’s plenty more where that came from.” Shantae tripped over herself, now attempting to scurry away like a caterpiller. A demonic grin popped onto Bayonetta’s lips. “Are you ready?”

Shantae’s eyes snapped open, shaking around in her bed and feeling a slight pain in her neck. She looked up to see her frilly, purple waistband attached to her forehead. Was that all a dream? she asked herself. She turned to see Rottytops in her pajamas laughing beside her. “Wait...” Shantae realized. “Did you give me an atomic in my sleep?”

“Yeah,” Rotty admitted, attempting to contain her chuckles. “You looked cute sleeping and I wanted to see how cute you’d look sleeping in an atomic.”

Shantae sighed as she removed the waistband from her hand, letting the stretched out fabric collapse onto her back. “Rotty, what would I do without you?” she asked, rubbing her hand through the zombie’s now clean hair. Rotty considered herself fortunate that she managed to get a shower before making her way to bed.

“Not sure,” Rotty admitted with a chuckle, pulling Shantae closer to her. “Sorry about eating all the tacos and the wedgie. I guess I took things too far.”

Shantae giggled. “Yeah, I think I took things too far, too.”

“Nah, I enjoyed it,” Rotty assured her.

Shantae’s eyes widened in surprise. “Wait. Really?”

Rotty chuckled. “No,” she said, laughing. “If I did, I’d be giving myself wedgies every day.”

“That’s what you got me for,” Shantae joked.

Rotty nodded. “True,” she agreed. A thought popped into her head. “Hey, who do you think would last longer in an atomic? Me or you?”

“Me,” Shantae said proudly.

“Want to make a bet?” Rotty offered. “Whoever loses their atomic first has to buy breakfast for the winner.”

“You’re on,” Shantae stated. “I love that restaurant with the cinnamon rolls. Just letting you know for when I win.”

“You are a cinnamon roll,” Rotty said with a laugh. “I guess you are what you eat.”

“Yeah,” Shantae agreed, planting a quick kiss on Rotty’s cheek. “You want me to give you the atomic?”

Rotty shook her head. “No way. You’ll leave it where it falls off easily.”

Shantae feigned shock. “What? Never.”

The couple began pulling their undergarments up their own backs, but the door to their room suddenly opened. “Are there any good takeout places around?” Holly began, but froze in horror. “I... don’t want to know,” she murmured, taking several steps behind her and shutting the door.

“Whoops,” Shantae murmured, blushing as she continued tugging her striped undergarments up her back as Rotty did the same with her red panties. “Red, seriously?” Shantae asked with a chuckle.

“And yours is purple and green,” Rotty said with a smile, pulling her waistband up to her shoulders. The pain was unbelievable, but she was more than certain she could win the bet. She supposed a part of her still felt guilty about what she had done, so she viewed this as a form of retribution. It also amused her that Shantae was all too willing to participate in the bet. Rotty knew she would win. She did not want to pay for those cinnamon rolls. There were some of the most expensive items in Scuttle Town and she was certain she would go broke if she had to buy them. She figured that was another consequence of never finding a job. She continued pulling, easily hooking the waistband onto her nose. The fabric had been stretched to the point that her neck was not strained at all. She wondered if it was narcissism to say that she was not bothered by the smell of her own bottom.

Shantae sighed as the waistband crawled past her scalp. She had never given herself a wedgie before, but it almost felt natural at this point. Her bottom was still sore, but the wedgie felt right at home riding up her tush. It was painful, but she was used to it. She didn’t enjoy it, but she supposed wedgies were a status quo for her and Rotty. The zombie’s constant wedgies were almost a pastime for the couple, with either her or Rotty giving a wedgie at least once a day. She hooked the waistband onto her nose, making her shudder. Her vision had become blurred by the stripes and her sense of smell was consumed by a certain familiar stench. On the bright side, her neck was no longer strained since the cotton was stretched beyond comprehension.

Rotty pulled herself under the covers, relaxing in her atomic. Shantae did the same and rested her head against her pillow. “You got enough money for the cinnamon rolls, right?” Shantae asked.

“Uh... yeah,” Rotty assured her.

“Are you sure?” Shantae asked, but Rotty gripped her girlfriend’s waistband and pulled it over her lips.

“Hey, I got this, okay?” Rotty insisted. “And I’m not going to lose this bet.”

Shantae pulled the waistband back up to her nose and gave a self-assured grin. “Nah, I’m gonna win.” She reached over to press her lips against Rotty’s, making the zombie blush.

“You are such a nerd,” Rotty said with a chuckle.

Shantae smirked. “You’re the one who asked me out. What does that make you?”

Rotty chuckled. “A nerd lover, I guess.”

“I guess I am, too,” Shantae replied with a giggle.
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