You felt a chill wash over you before a pair of hands suddenly dart down your leggings! Before you could react, they grabbed a fistful of your tighty whities and yanked up!
“Wedgie!” cheered a cheeky voice moments before you let out a girly shriek.
“Eeeeeek!” you cried out as you were lifted for your feet for a brief moment!
You let out a drawn out moan afterwards as your assailant sets you down on the ground again. Before you could even catch your breath they launched you back up again! Your butt has only been wedgied for a few seconds at most but already it felt like someone had lit it on fire!
They gave your tighty whities a good solid dozen tugs or so more before they finally let go with a giggle. Your tighty whities snapped back against your waist and you leaned against the balcony and squeezed your legs together.
Turning around, you could see that you now had a prominent beaver’s tail of stretched white cotton pouring out of your leggings. A furious blush on your face, you turned to your bully and saw the face of your closest friend, Molle.
Unlike you, Molle was simply known as Molle of Lerwick, her town of birth. Whereas you were well clothed and clean, Molle was covered in a layer of dirt and grime and she wore worn clothes, simple leather leggings and tunic and her green cloak. She had dirty blonde hair and mischievous green eyes. She stood at 5’7 and had a pair of c-cup breasts and a curvaceous figure, though she was a bit thin.
Molle was in effect, a peasant. Worse then a peasant actually. She was a thief! And a rather well known thief in the lands of Kaltenborn as well. She was well known for stealing gold, jewelry, and the tighty whities of a certain scion of House Kaltenborn.
“I got you good wedgieboy, didn’t I?” she teased.
You blushed as you snapped at your new tail of cotton. “Heh…yes…yes you did Molle.”
She smirked at you innocently, “Did you get so impatient for your morning wedgie or something? You were really asking for it there!”
You blushed and deny it of course, your heart fluttering as the blonde leaned forward with a teasing purr. “Oh don’t you lieeeeeee. I can sniff it out you know~”
“You’d know all about smells peasant girl,” you retorted with a smirk. Then you gasped as she grabbed your tighty whities and tugged on them again.
This time she yanked them up to your neck and she kept it there, making you gasp and moan as she yawned.
“Don’t tempt me wedgieboy~“ she giggled, “Or else I’ll make it an atomic!”
Despite how much your legs were shaking and how much your butt was burning, you couldn’t help but taunt her. “Hah! I-I d-don’t think you can peasant. Nobody can give an atomic w-wedgie so early in the morning!”
Molle’s cheeky face turned into a glare and she scoffed, “Oh? Is that so [Anon]?”
You shivered with excitement and fear. Whenever she used your name, that wasn’t going to be good!
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