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Ghost Wedgie (request)
I'm really sorry I'm so late. Let's just say I had a Family visit. Anyway, this request is for "Rammsteinfan1994". I hope you like it.
There were certain things you couldn't get around while being a citizen of westwork City. 1: was big Larry book hour, hosted by a guy capable of reading books in a way that even non-readers loved it. 2: The chillie festival in the mongomery Park. And 3 (exactly): The baseball game between the "Bloody Rex"es and the "blue eye"ers. It was before good marketing was invented. Anyway, Marcia Johnson wasn't exactly sure what to expect from this situation. In the past she had used to visit those games every single time. But back then her husband had still been around. She blinked against the tears and raised her chin towars the sky. It was dark, yet dominated by the mass of stars. Years ago, when Marcia had still been a kid, she had often visited her grandparents on their farm in the south. Both had been very religous. And once her grandfather had told her tha
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The Journey of the wedgie 16
"I'm here!" Kagome appeared next to him. Her hair was a mess. Dirty and full of leafes. But at least she was alive. At least? Why did he cre if that woman lived? He quickly shook his head. It was simple, really. It was easier to survive in a team. But the question was hod good she knew that boy who's body he was in? Would she see through his deception? He wasn't unsure about what he would do if that actually happened. But when would it happen? "We have new friends, huh?" Kagome sighed, yet did so with a small smile. And Rogun? He had no idea what to do now. The red creature that killed Santiago stepped in their direction and weaved with one hand. Another one, the fur was green, came closer and handed the older one a thn wooden staff. And what was on top of that thing? Yepp, a skull. Wonderfull, Rogun thought. Several more appeared and formed a circle. Not all of them seemed to have a staff like this. Well, nobody did exept for that red one. But what if they all neede and wanted one? Wh
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Explanation and plan
Good day
Although I don't think that my content is the highlight for a mass of people, I realise and appreciate that it has its fans. And as you surely know I usually upload on a sunday. So why didn't I yesterday? Easy: My computer had some damn problems and I had to give into  repair. Thankfully I'm allowed to use an other computer, although my acess to it is limited (monday-thursday). That's the only reason I'm even able to write this. I could do it on my cell phone, I guess. But I'm really bad in tiping longer text on that. And I don't want to halfass it. Anyway, the father of a friend is working on the computer and he's really good. So it shoudn't take long. Until then I'm allowed to work on this other computer. One hour each day. If everything works as planed, well, you should get the next Journy of the Wedgie on wednesday or thursday. I hope that's okay. Trust me: I hate this. Makes everything more complicated. I don't write this to whine or to accuse anyone. It's simply so
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The Journey of the Wedgie 15
The room was large and full of darkness. A small, elegant fountain made of white stone dominated the middle of the room. And yet it managed to exist without even one sound. Steven frowned as he stared at the large platform with a statue in the middle of the clear blue water. What was that? Looked almost like a little boy with curly hair, kneeling on a round stone island surrounded by the clear shiny mass. But what was that thing… surrounding his body? A cape? A coat? Kinda resembled the feathers of an eagle. Weirder yet: The kid had no nose! And even though the eyes were closed… one seemed to be bigger then the other. Who the hell had designed this thing? He shook his head and closed the door behind. And he went further, passed several metal doors, paintings, sculptures and shelves full of books and maps… until he entered the last and, perhaps, largest room. A large four-poster bed stood in the middle, surrounded by bushes, flowers… and trees? How the  fuck
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The Journey of the wedgie 14
Steven wasn’t sure what to expect when they entered a large underground tunnel. They entered as soon as the camouflaged double door was opened. And it closed behind them with a loud, thunder like sound. Steven felt as if he had just entered his own coffin. He looked around and blinked when all the sudden purple flames started to light the torches on the walls. Who the fuck had turned them on? He shook his head and immediately regretted it when the commander at the front turned his head and stared at him. Not for long, but the gray eyes were hard and dark. They continued silently. Minute after Minute passed. Their steps were heavy and tiny lizards and colorful snakes crawled around… until one of them raced through the air and entered the armor of a soldier walking two lines ahead of Steven. The man started to scream and stumbled against a wall, before crashing on the ground. He turned around in pain and filled everything around him with sharp shouts. Steven wanted to help hi
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The Journey of the wedgie 13
Oooh, we reached the unlucky number. I'll hope you stay with me in spite of that. And I hope you'll find this interesting. Anyway, have a nice day. Enjoy it.
Rogun leaned against the wall with his head. Conflicting thoughts raced through his head and he wondered what she should do next. Should he trust in the system? Hope that they would through his apparent appearance? Hadn't he been thought his entire live that the empire was just and secure? Fair and loving behind it's strict ruling? And he remembered being very proud of "his" kingdom. But what if it went wrong? Would if they imprisoned him? What if he spent the rest of his days in one of the slavery camps? Hadn't he heard from time to time that the empire even sold slaves across the ocean? He hadn't dared to believe it. But if it was true... What was the worth of his ideals if they killed him? Suddenly Rogun longed for Annamarie, the young girl from the palace kitchen. He hadn't seen her often, only on the market (from time to time
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Attack on Titan wedgie (request)
This is for wepa8396, who requested this, and for the great team behind "A SLAP ON TITAN" for all the good times I had while writing.
The world was in danger. A threat, dangerous and strong, loomed over mankind. The Titans, strange, mysterious and... well, large. The walls, who had been created to protect what remained of the human race. But did it work? Well... not exactly. One fateful day they broke through and the danger, which had been forgotten and mocked for several years, was real once again. Eren Yeager saw his mother die. Her last, wide eyed and pained gaze was stuck in his memory like a arrow. A sharp, rusty and poisened arrow. There were entire nights that he spend without one minute of sleep. But at the same time it brought him clarity, something he had longed for his entire live. It gave him a goal. To kill all titans! Hey, nobody said the goal was positiv. Anyway, Eren had joined the military and (so far) done pretty well. He wasn't proud of everything. But who doesn't ma
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Note (please read)
Hello
Just so we're clear: I do my best to keep the story interesting. But at the same time I do my best to stay open for requests. It's not always easy, nothing is. But I like doing what I'm doing. Anyway... There is going to be a small change this week. Normaly the current "Journey of the Wedgie" can cost me about three hours a week. And since I'm a man of my word... I'm also working on a "Attack on Titan" request for wepa8396. And since I (sadly) don't have time to do two things at the same time... Well, basicly there will be no "Journey of the wedgie" episode this week. Instead I will do my best to upload the request. If everything works out "Journey of the wedgie" will return next week and we start the usual routine. I don't know when the request for Rammsteinfan1994 will follow... but we'll see. Anyway, I hope you stay on bord and have a good time. Thank you.
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The Journey of the wedgie 12
Muted voices reached his ear. There was smoke. And the sound of fire. From time to time there was a a loud, harsh sound, when caught objects were thrown to the ground - more often then not with an angry snort. He blinked. And then he slowly rose, some of the near by soldiers turned around in his direction... and they were looking up to him! Steven blinked. Oh god, he thought. Had they struck him even harder then he thought? Was this a fucking dream? He froze. His gaze wandered around as he started to strengthen his position, both legs wide spread. A pearl of sweat ran down his back. There were so many. Ten, both in front and behind him. And he could still hear voices from further away. Not god, he thought. And the thought went on and on like a broken record. But before he could to anything else, one of the soldiers stepped in front of him (Steven almost gulped) and said: "Yo, Rogun, are you okay? Did that kid, you know, hurt you? How are you?" Steven blinked. "Kid?" The words were out
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The Journey of the wedgie 11
"What happened?", Steven asked with wide eyes. "We have our ears and eyes, you know", Kagome said. "Or at least we used to have that... We learned that the empire had gained some special secret. A weapon of sorts. It was so top secret that even our informant coudn't find out more then the date they would (most likely) came back. We waited. We prepaired. Not many of us were left. But those news... they were all we had in months. And since we were running ouf of food anyway..." She shook her head, hesiated. "So when the ship came, we were there. We threw everything we had against them, fought long, fought hard. And we DID get the chest. But..." She was shaking. "We lost everyone. Every single one. Do you even get what that means?" Steven gulped. "That mean...?" She nodded. "Yeah. Mikasa and I are everything we, the rebellion, have left. The others are all dead. And for fucks sake... we coudn't do anything to resque them. Only run off with the chest and hope that they woudn't get us. So f
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The Journey of the wedgie 10
Stevens flesh burned like the oven of satan himself. Sweat covering him like a third skin and muscles were tensed. It took days for him to gain any control of himself - and even longer before he was able to walk again. Even though he had to press one arm against the wall in order to do so. He huffed and the hair blew out of his sight. He snorted once he noticed that he (again!) was only in his underwear. Sure, his clothes were on a little table next to his bed, not exactly far away. But how could they do this to him when every single movement felt like a razor in his ass? He DID manage to get dressed. But it took him what felt like two hours.  Hardly fun. And that was even more true for the sudden appearance of Mikasa in front of him. Her green had taken the from of a ponytail. Her belly free shirt was grey, as was the pair of shorts she wore above dark boots. She smiled friendly and slightly leaned in his direction. "You look good." She blinkend, raised a hand and whispered: "Sex
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The Journey of the wedgie 9
Sorry it came so late. Hope you like it. And have a nice day.
There, right in front of them, stood a boy with white, curly hair and a friendly, child like face with little nose. Miles frowned as he noticed that this guy was wearing nothing but a pair underwear - just like them, only that his pair was light gray. What was this? A really weird thought came into his head: Was this fucker holding several groups hostage? Each one with a different underwear colour? Things just kept getting better, hm? But that didn't seem the case. The guards stiffened as that boy came just a little bit closer. He smiled. And Miles looked to the side. He could of sworn that Lights hand was shaking, just a little bit. No, he thought. That wasn't fucking possible... was it? "Well, well, let's go in!" And mister white turned around, humming, and walked back into the large room he had came from. The silence lasted just a little bit longer - until the chief guard called: "You heard him! Get going! I don't want to
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The Journey of the wedgie 8
Miles lay there on his bed for hours. Turned left, turned right, was never alright. Here, in the darkness, he was helpless, unable to escape from the memories, the past. Including the way that female guard had... could you call it anything else but molestation? It had been kinda stimulatic, but that didn't make it good. He hadn't had a choice. He had been forced to endure whatever she had wanted to through at him. And an entire of live of that... How could anybody survive that? How should he? Well, simply put: Not at all. In order to change the direction of his thoughts he wandered to the window wall, sat down and simply observed the wide forest area in front of him. There wasn't a lot to be seen. Sometimes a tree moved, sometimes he saw a large silhouette. Not exactly a an action thriller. But it did the job of binding his interest until the sun slowely started to rise behind the large, pencil like mountains. Yawning, the sound of moving covers and quiet murmur/mutter indicated that h
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The Journey of the wedgie 7
Steven blinked, as he stood alone in the snow. It was everywhere, covering the large hils, the frozen lakes. It fell from the grey sky and melted on his body. He wasn't questioning the fact that he wasn't wearing anything but his underwear. A piece of briefs that were as white as the area around him. "Miles?", he asked and added with a louder voice: "Miles!" His voice echoed, seemed to come from everywhere at the same time. Steven wasn't cold. Nor was he hot. He didn't feel anything. But his brain was working over time, yelling at him to keep moving, to fight for his damn live! And why not? He shrugged and started to walk straight ahead. He liked the cracking sound his feet caused when touching the white ground. He had always liked snow. Whenever he stood there, surrounded by the white glory, all the problems of the world seemed far away, unthinkebale. And why not? He shrugged and started to walk straight ahead. He liked the cracking sound his feet caused when touching the white ground
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The Journey of the wedgie 6
Light pointed to the large window wall, using his chin. Miles bit his lip. But he saw no reason to argue against that discussion. He was thanksful vor everything that wasn't Steven, who he had lead into a very, very dangerous situation. In front of the window was a round grey table and around that table stood six brown leather chairs. A small flower pot had been positioned on the table. Light slightly pushed it to the side and sat down in front of the window. "Please", he said an gestured to the chair on the other side. Miles sighed and took his place. He crossed both arms in front of his chest, forced himself to look Light into the eyes. He still wasn't exactly comfortable with hanging around some strangers while they all wore nothing but pink (!) underpants. "Well, well", he said, leaning back. "Are you sure this' a Prison? I mean, I saw pictures of hotel rooms that looked more brutal than this thing." A small smile appeared on Lights face. He looked at the table for a moment, as if
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Request Sleepover wedgie
This request is for "GatorGirl1995". Hope you like it. And hope you don't mind that I tied it to the wedgie jutsu series. Next: "The Journey of the wedgie 6". Next request: "Attack on Titan" for wepa8396. So stay tuned please.
Hinata, born a Hyūga, was standing in her wide, white kitchen, preparing some snacks in form of several popcorn bowls and soda cans. All while humming the newest song of Kibas heavy metal band, she didnt' even like, yet that had potetential to be newest earworm in her vast collection. Not that the band was bad, it just wasn't Hinata's style. She probably wouldn't of buyed it if they hadn't been friends for years. And hey, Boruto and Naruto had left to spend an entire weekend in the woods, doing some actual, non wedgie related bonding. And her doughter was on her very first sleepover. A magic moment, Hinata knew, since she had never forgoten hers. And one day, while she had visited her good friend Akemi, the owner of the nearest grocery shop and a wild party
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Imperial High: The Position
On my second day of school I met Paul a block away from campus 30 minutes before class started. He had told me that he needed to start training me about how to survive at Imperial High as a Nerd right away if I was going to survive. I showed up right on time and found him waiting for me. He was wearing a Doctor Who shirt, khaki shorts and running shoes. He waved eagerly when he saw me.
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This all seemed a bit extreme for high schoo
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I'm really sorry I'm so late. Let's just say I had a Family visit. Anyway, this request is for "Rammsteinfan1994". I hope you like it.

There were certain things you couldn't get around while being a citizen of westwork City. 1: was big Larry book hour, hosted by a guy capable of reading books in a way that even non-readers loved it. 2: The chillie festival in the mongomery Park. And 3 (exactly): The baseball game between the "Bloody Rex"es and the "blue eye"ers. It was before good marketing was invented. Anyway, Marcia Johnson wasn't exactly sure what to expect from this situation. In the past she had used to visit those games every single time. But back then her husband had still been around. She blinked against the tears and raised her chin towars the sky. It was dark, yet dominated by the mass of stars. Years ago, when Marcia had still been a kid, she had often visited her grandparents on their farm in the south. Both had been very religous. And once her grandfather had told her that the stars were "little holes god made, so the people on earth can spot the light from heaven". She had soon enough started to doubt those storys in privat. But he loved it so much to tell them, and she loved to see him happy. In some ways, in the middle of that context, the "True or not true" had been really unimportant. She lowered her head, smiled and looked at the little, precious gift she was holding in her arms. The little baby with the pink pacifier in his mouth. Had his fathers eyes. "I'm still here", she whispered and kissed the little one on his head. "And nobodys gonna hurt you, okay?"

Rebecca sat on the tribunes and pushed her pen into the paper-block she was holding. A dark, a black spot started to appear. She had written quit a few things in her live, novels, essays, short storys, cooking manuals, mostly for the internet. But now she was aiming for a publification in actuall book form. She frowned. Her head felt heavy, her ears were full of thunder. In the past it hadn't mattered. She worked in an office, belonged to the marketing section of a rather big publisher. She had read and worked on dozen of fiction and non fiction works. But she never dared to submit something herself... She shook her head and felt her long black hair dancing in the grip of the wind. Rebecca had learned that nothing worked without noise as company. She coudn't write in complete silence. So she usually listened to the radio, had the television on without looking at it. From time to time she chose music. But now? Once you planned on submitting something to expert people, you could easily get blocked or thrown down by your fear and by the pressure. And for the first time she suffered from just that. And here she was. Perhaps the combination of energy, of joy and frustration, would help her to (at the very least) create some good bullet points. Notes which would give birth to an outline or even a entire script. She leaned back, closed her eyes and started to put her hand in the "Well of imagination", that her childhood neighor had often talked about. She felt the warm and cold senation, her fingers were surrounded by old stone, went deeper and deeper... Rebecca's purple Jacket seemed to dance around her curvy figure. She wasn't exactly here to focus on the game. She was one of the people who loved playing sport, yet couldn't get anything out of watching other people doing it. In the past that had been what made her hate being a bench warmer. Therefore it wasn't surprising that she didn't even look at the playing field. She enjoyed the sounds, including the screaming or groaning of the fans. It was far away but also present. Meanwhile she started to write, words formed sentences, senteced grew into paragraphes. And her lips formed a smile, slowely but surely. And then everything changed. A giant... Object appeared over their heads. Bill Meyer, the local "Post buddy", big and round glasses above a gray mustache, raised his head as the first one and pointet at the round thing with his ice-cream spoon. The hand holding the bowl started to shake. And so the high amount of Ice cream started to look like a swiss mountain in the midds of an earth quake. And the red souce got a new, unpleasent meaning. "Fuck!", he screamed. "FUCK! FUCK! Guys, look at that!" It was a sure things of things to come that the unknown object caused that guy to curse. He slowly shook his head while more and more people followed his lead. All the way up to the players themselves. No matter where they had been standing in the round arena, they all started to slowly walk into the middle of the building. Strong shoework found a way through the green grass, kicked little stones into the shadows. Some of the players were mumbling. Others simply shook their head or pressed a hand against their forehead. A kid, Billy, who had the job of throwing the morning newspaper at the houses of the residents, slowly raised a piece of popcorn and shoved it into his mouth. This was unreal. His brother and mum would never believe this! And most people felt similair. The closer it came, the more the weird Object resembled an actuall fucking spaceship! A spaceship! Bill remembered going into pretty much every mayor science fiction film for the last few decades. Often enough he had left the cinema shaking his head. colourful light appeared all over the ship, one after another. The players had stopped. Some had their arms around others. Some raised them towards the ship. But they all were bathed in the same strong light.

"So how are you doing?" Angela wore her red hair in a powerful ponytail. She wore a black shirt and skinny jeans. She looked at her sister with warm blue eyes and raised her thin eyebrows. Marcia forced herself to smile. "Yeah, I'm fine. Thanks." Angela hesitated. She came closer and put one hand on the shoulder Marcias shoulder. "Come on, you love those games. Always did. Remember: It all started here." She gulped. Was it a mistake to remind her sister of her husband? He was gone, would never come back. On the other side they had spend wonderful years together. Had helped eachother to furfil their dreams. That was precious. And indestructible. After all, they even had a child, a wonderful, brillaint beacon of hope for the future. It had been hard for the entire family to witness Marcia putting up walls around herself. She hadn' left the house for severel weeks. Hadn't answered the phone or the computer. But to witness her give up those games she had loved for so long... It was unbearable. "Nice of you and all... but I just don't feel okay. This shoudn't be about checking of a checkpoint list. I wanna enjoy what I do, okay?" Marcia sighed. "Bring Sammy home. I'll come along soon enough." She smiled. "See you." It was unbearable for her to look at Angela for any longer. So she simply turned around and went inside. She wanted to at least get herself a bit of popcorn and ice tea. She felt the worried gaze of her sister in her back. She didn't turn around. Slowly, it started to rain. Everyone in the stadium was still standing there as if frozen. "Let it go", Billy's dad said and pulled him away into safety. The boy loudly protested. His father was stronger and so they were soon gone. BAM! The ship was gone with a purple flash. They gulped. And... a thin figure stepped towards them. Said person was wearing a long dark robe with hood. Both hands were hidden in wide sleeves. Jeanice Oliver, the local librarian, fell onto her knees and covered her mouth with both hands. Some started to cry. Others shouted. Anyway, the figure came to a stop, raised her head and slowly took of the hood. And... good god... it was  a white alien with purely black eyes. It showed a small smile and streched out it's arms in a hug like gesture. They all walked closer, moved slowly and couldn't look away. And then, the eyes of the aliens seemed to shine from mockery. Rebecca slowly raised herself and felt her eyes get wider. How could this be real? Was she facing a marketing trick? No, she thought and shook her head. They woudn't do that in the middle of a game! Or would they? She frowned and walked towards the weird... alien. Was this what they had been after? The breakthrough opportunity? Or were they facing their certain doom? "Are you...? Can... we... help... you?" "How your doing, spacedude?" The Alien started to grin. And light gave birth to change.

Marcia walked around. She had no Idea what to say, what to do. She moved with both hands in their pockets and felt her frown getting stronger. Suddenly things started to change. Screams reached her ears and figures passed her body! There were woman, children, men. So far she would of been willing to view this as a simpy victory party or loser demanstration. But the people running wore the colours of both teams. Marcia shook her head and placed one hand on the back of her hair. Her dark hair seemed soft and smooth like plastic. And then a thin figure with big, crazy eyes appeared right in front of her. „Well, well, how’s it going, babe?“, the Ghost asked and laughed at her. Marcias eyes became huge. She gulped, stepped back and started to tumble. So many Questions were in her mind. So many pictures. And yet they all vanished as the creature flew over her and started to utter a poisen like green smoke cloud, which quickly became her caige and tormentor. The effect was quick and terrible. She coughed, she gagged! She turned around and started to run away, feeling how her handbag fell to the ground. Suddenly she was on the ball field… and her clothes were gone. Well, exept for the white bra and conton briefs combination. That was pretty bad. She blushed and turned her head from side to side in order to spot an escaperoute. But the ghost from before was faster. “Hello there”, he giggled. “The name’s Stinky! Wanna play?” He came closer, put one arm around her shoulder. He ignored her shivering and looked up into the sky. “You know what’s my favourite saying is, honey?” She stared at him, was unable to look away. She slowly started to shook her head. He eyed her up and down. "Looks like someone needs a diaper change." Another ghost appeared. Marcia gulped. This couldn’t be real! It couldn’t be! And this one was… well… fat. He moved faster than light, turned into a damn tornado! Marcia screamed and every clearness left her eyes. She felt something soft, something hard. And suddenly she stood there and had… a pacifier in her mouth? The fuck! She fell onto her butt and grabbed her head with both hands in order to suppress the urge to vomit. Then, slowly and relaxed like a boot in a quit lake, a single diaper floated through the night and stopped right in front of her. Marcia closed her eyes and felt a pile of ice growing inside her belly. Was this it? Would it end right now? „Open up your eyes! Come on, what about… him?“ A loud baby cry pierced through the darkness! Marcia opened her eyes and raced forward without a second of hesitation! But what did she see? Exactly: The diaper. And it made a… face. A scary face. A weird mixture “It” and “Sonic Underground”! Macia coudn’t believe what she was seeing. All she wanted was to get her son and leave. And so she ran of and practically threw herself into her sisters car. Of course Angela had been waiting. And she had been smoking. But when she noticed the new outfit, well, the cigarete fell out of the car window! “Marcia! What the…?” “Stop talking! DRIVE! DRIVE! DRIVE!" And was exactly what happened!

Rebecca stumbled through the night fell onto her knees. By now she was only person left inside this stadion. The floor was full of thrown over benches, soft drinkes and popcorn. Ice cubs used the moonlight to turn into diamonds. „Hello, sweety!“ By now she was so used this acid trip that she didn’t even blink when a ghost appeared right in front of her. He rushed into her pants! And he left then while holding on to her underwear, a pair of white granny panties! „AAAHH! Oh. Shit! Fuck! Stop! Stop! Stop! Ough! Help! Somebody! Fuck! Anybody! WHERE ARE YOU?!“ Stretch pulled her through the air, used her as a lasso. And the waistband of her underwear snapped against her forehead! She shouted and tried to run away. But the ghost grabbed her waistband and gave it one yank after another. Oh, he did let her go, sure. But not without giving her butt a quick slap! And they followed after her. Poured ketchup over her head. Vomited slime all over her. Threw hot dogs and fries at anybody who was dumb enough to come close. What could you say? Fun is relative. Some of them would use this event in a creative way. Many would be ashamed. But nobody would ever forget it. No doubt there.

                 
One of my personal favourites is the Series "Star Words", taking a closer look at the Star Wars dialogue. Really Interesting. From this point on it's about the lines in Episode II:

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"I'm here!" Kagome appeared next to him. Her hair was a mess. Dirty and full of leafes. But at least she was alive. At least? Why did he cre if that woman lived? He quickly shook his head. It was simple, really. It was easier to survive in a team. But the question was hod good she knew that boy who's body he was in? Would she see through his deception? He wasn't unsure about what he would do if that actually happened. But when would it happen? "We have new friends, huh?" Kagome sighed, yet did so with a small smile. And Rogun? He had no idea what to do now. The red creature that killed Santiago stepped in their direction and weaved with one hand. Another one, the fur was green, came closer and handed the older one a thn wooden staff. And what was on top of that thing? Yepp, a skull. Wonderfull, Rogun thought. Several more appeared and formed a circle. Not all of them seemed to have a staff like this. Well, nobody did exept for that red one. But what if they all neede and wanted one? Where would they get the skulls? Better not to think about it. Rogun raised both hands in a calming gesture, forced himself to smile and stepped closer. Birds sang in the tree, as if someone had allowed them to start again. "I'm..." Fuck, he had no idea how that damn rebell was called. "i'm most pleased to meet you. That's Kagome. We're, uh, we're friends. And I guess we should... thank you?" "LMGORhre!" Mister staff fell on his knees and connected his fingers with the ground, as if prepariing for a prayer. "Uh... what?" Rogun blinked in confusion. "I'm sorry, but... I don't get it." Kagome crouched down and asked in a warm tone: "Don't you have someone who can understand us? A, I don't know, translator?" And she used both arms to ilustrate her intent. A quit murmur was the result. The leafes danced in the wind. Suddenly the creatures turned around, formed a line and raced through the woods! Kagome and Rgoun exchanged a quick, suprised gaze and quickly followed them! Damn, those things were pretty fast! And even worse: They didn't stay on the ground. Instead they rushed up the tres and jumped from one branch to the next! Ws it impossible to follow them? Not exactly. At least not for Kagome. But Rogun wasn't really used to this body. And the more he tried to depend on his training, the more this flesh resisted his commands! Frakly: It was really embaressing. His commanders had often enough praised his Skills. His willpower. And his progress. And now he slipped, rand into lianas and smacked his head left and right. And een with all that he barely managed to keep an eye on the last of the... things. An orange one. And even though he hated to admit it, Rogun knew that he (most likely) only managed the prevent its escape becouse of the creatures weight. The moment of truth came quicker than expected. The orange feet of his leader had just connected with another thick branch, when Rogun was still in the air and Kagome landed on the branch he had just jumped away from. And then, from one second to the next, a sharp pain invaided Roguns... the rebells body. Was this the aftermath of the wedgie? No. The pain was in every cell of his being. When the fuck had he drunken lava? And of course he missed the branch! And of course he fell towards the far away ground. Kagome, however, seemed to have no problems with the jump. She quickly made it, streched out an arm and smoothly grabbed his left leg. Rogun felt how his hair started to stretch toward the greenery unterneath him. His cheeks turned red in shame. And  should he of ever wondered why they wearn't moving on the ground... A giant, scaled creature stumped through the bushes, knocked over some of the smaller trees and smacked a trunk out of its way! The boy of that creature resembled that of an elephant. But all four feet - and two tails, were full of dark claws. A long, yellow neck connected the tiny, tiny head with green eyes to the rest of it. Over and over the long, red tongue left the giant mouth, only to enter it again in the (literally) next second. Roguns eyes grew wde. He gulped nd quickly covered his mouth with both hands. He felt all colour leave his face. And he felt how Kagomes grip around his leg tightened. They were still for a moment. Didn't talk, didn't move. Both barely dared to blink. The animal was long gone. And it had shown not the slighlest interest in them. Rogun frowned. Now that he thought about it... had this thing even noticed them at all? Slowly, not knowing if thee were more of those, he raised his his chin and looked at Kagome. "Could you...?" She forced herself to look away from the giant footprints and nodded. She swung him through the air and Rogun found himself on the branch. On both of his feeet. Unharmed. Not the slightest noise was to be heared. "The fuck was that?", Kagome asked quitly. But what should he do? Lie? He doubted that it would help him in that situation. And so Rogun simply shruged and whispered: "I don't know. But I guess its the reason they don't want to walk like, you kow, normal people?" She looked at him with disapproval. But then she lowered her gaze and shook her head. "I have never seen something like that." She raised one eyebrow. "You?" He didn't respond, at least not with words. Instead he turned his head to the side and stared into the green mass. Here and there one would be able to spot some yellow or pink leafes. Slowly, he started to shook his head. Could it be that nobody knew about the existense of those creatures - all of them? Had to be, otherwise the empire would of surely tought their soldiers all about them. There was no way for the empire to profit from this situation... right? "If your finished searching for your mouse..." Rogun turned around and noticed that Kagome was already landing on a branch in front of him. He grimaced. "The hell are you doing? Don't tell me your actually going to follow those weirdos!" "Weirdos? Start thinking, genius! They habe protected us! Saved our lives!" "For the moment. But who says that the empire won't send other ones. And why should we trust our little bears? They could of just as well killed those losers, so they can eat us! Or turn us into slaves! Come on, we know nothing about them! We can't even speak or understand what little language they seem to have!" "And we never will if we waste this chance!" Kgome slowly turned around and clenched both fists. Her blue hair danced in the winds embrace. "My sister wanted another live, remember? She wanted a future. And I'm going to get one." She gazed over her shoulder. "And you?" She didn't wait for a response this time. Instead she started to jump on other branches, did her best to remember/guess what route their leaders had taken. Rogun, on the other hand, crossed both arms in front of his chest and stared after her.

Steven felt his heart strangel his throat. Sweat ran down his back. There, right in front of him, was a tall woman with beautiful, dark skin and black hair, which she wore in the form of a ponyail. And while a long, purle robe surrounded her curvy fgure, she held a large, white plate in both of her hands. Her nails were deeply red, matched the masses of fruits she carried. Who the hell was she? She didn't exactly look like a higher up. And yet that costume seemed weird for a mere servant. Or even a cook. Stenefs tongue left his mouth, rushed over his lower lip. And he was unable to look away from her. Should he risk it? No. He angrily shook his head. She coudn't be high enough to get the access that he needed. And, besides, she was a woman. No. Fucking. Way. They turned around anouther corner and suddenly there were little pales left and right. They were white like snow. And they all served as the "legs" of of elegant, light-brown pots. Before Steven could warn her, the girl stumbled over a (literally) literally fallen fruit and knocked one pot over with the fingers of her left hand! It all happened with a heartbeat. Suddenly, Steven rushed through the air like a lightning bolt and catched the pot before it could meet its early end. It was cold and... heavy? What could be inside this thing? The empire woudn't store something precious in a public space like this, right? He sighed and noticed that this wonderful, elegant girl was staring at him with wide eyes and shaking lips. She murmured, yet so quitly and softly that he didn't undestand what she was saying. He asked her to repeat. Well, actually he screamed the message. Although he hadn't wanted to. Was this an puls of Rogun, wh's boy he was stuck in? Hopefully. He dreaded any darkness this situation would pull up from deph of his heart. The girl gulped and quickly lowered her gaze to the fruit he was still holding. "Here." He softly took her hand and allowed the fruit to land inside it. ""What's your name?" She hesitated. Steven forced himself to smile. "Whats' up? I'm not going to bit your arms of or something!" Even his jokingly tone didn't keep her from shaking. "I... I..." He leaned in her direction, just a little bit. "Yes?" "I have no name, Master. I..." She looked away and blinked against the tears of dispair. And her teeth raced into heir lower lip. "Please, if you have something to tell me: Just do it. You won't be harmed. I promise you." She gulped and slowly, very slowly indeed, dared to look at him. "I, well I thought you already knew that. I... belong to your friend after all." Belonged? The word echoed through his head over and over again. Surely she coudn't mean... "Are you a slave?" She forced herself to answer. "Yes, sir. I belong to soldier Rerlo, a... a birthdaygift." Well, his was news. Steven had heard about the slave camps. But he had never kown that rich families would give away other intelligent beings. Or that they would make the curious decision to inlist one of their own into the army. Sure, there were more than enough soldiers to keep every resistance from complete victory. But still there was a certain amount of risk. So what now? She was here. She was someone who knew the other soldiers. Their habits. Their Expectations.  Perhps she even knew some high ranking people he could use for his escape... Had they already broken her free will? That was the question which would decidde everything. How could he gain from her without being ratted out? Steven did his best to raise his new body to the fullest of his abilities. His eyes were fire, "his" mouth ice. "Get up! Now!" She didn't hesitate. From one minute to the next she was on her feet, the thin arms crossed behind her back. Only now did Steven notice her blue eye. And so he raisedhis chin and growled: "Tell me, where is... ah, what's the name again? What's the name..." He frowned. Made a show of rubing against hte left side of Roguns head. "Do you mean... Shiota, sir?" Just go for it! "Yeah, at least you got something right!" nd Steven forced himself to come closer, to push her against the wall and huff right into her face. "Where? I'd better get an answer. And I'd better get it soon!"She quickly nodded and started to to describe the path with an uneasy facial expression. Steven slowly smiled, stared at her just a little bit longer, so she would understand that this "meeting" would have to stay secret. And Steven was on his way before she could even finish sinking towards the floor. His face was empty and pale. And now he was blinking against his own tears, realizing that he coudn't help her. He coudn't save her. Perhaps he would one day gain a way to defeat the empire and resque its victims. But until then there was nothing he could do in order to prevent the abuse she was facing.

Miles lay there on his bed and stared at the one on top of his own. Both arms were crossed behind his head. There was no wind. Altough Light and Alex had been staring out of the window for a long, long time now. PErhaps the image of the wide forest area would do the trick. Most of the others were talking with each other. Roger was sleeping. And a few lay in bed and read old looking books. How could he get out of here? Should he get out of here? A wet, slimy snake seemed to work its way through Miles chest. Perhaps it was raising and falling becouse of that? Miles felt his lips froming an doubtful smile. He like the others here. Even Roger... well, kinda. And they appeared to be relatively happy and balanced. They could, why not he? And yet he and Steven had longed for something else. Granted, the fight against the empire - or even its defeat - had been an attractive goal. But Miles had to be honest with himself. The most important part for him had been the chance of freedom. The tickling sensation of adventure. He wanted nothing more but to see the worl beyond the sea. There had to be something. Why else would the empire secure its borders? It wasn't as if teh sea had ever threatened their land. He did all he could not to think about Steven. All he had left concerning that guy was a piece of bland hope. Maybe Steven would achieve what they hd wanted together. He could return with a powerfull army and take down the royal family. Or - at the very least - find freedom and happyness in the outside world. The interesting thing was that the boys around didn't seem to care that much about freedom. They felt save and protected. (Mostly) didn't mind serving as Shintas "Happy maker's". Perhaps Miles would of felt the same, if only he knew what was behind this thing. Why did the empire care about Shintas happyness? Was he part of the royal family? The empire hadn't been ruled by a guy since one hundred years. Could Shinta possess special powers?  Magic Knowledge? Miles was so frustrated, that, sometimes, he had almost asked the white haired kid. And yet he never quite went through with it. This was war. And wars seldom seldom offered a second chance for anything. Time and time again Miles had tried to search for an weakness, something he could exploit in order to get out of here. But they were heavily gurded on their entire way to their "Shinta sessions". And he magic trapped them with the kid for as long as the little one wanted. Even if he would manage to break free and run away, there was no way that he would get out completly before the soldiers struck him down in front of this or the next door. There was only one way out of this. The problem was that it would not only endanger him, but the other ones as well. But he had to act. Sure, the food was relativly good. And they had beds, even a beautiful view (no matter if it was real or an illusion). But there was no way to be sure. Shinta could change his mind at any time. He could long for other boys. Or lose his wedgie interest alltogether. Or he could die. And what would happen to them afterwars? It was that unclear part of this whole mess which troubled Miles the most. Waiting for your execution had to be awfull, sure. But at the very least you knew what was coming. They didn't even have that. And what luxury they had was granted to simply hide that fact. No, there was no way around it. No matter how hard he had tried to get it out of his head. And so Miles stood up with an smile and started to walk through the large area. From time to time he stortly glanced at the metal bars keeping them from any freedom. For just one second he wondered who the guards were. If they had any free time and, if yes, what they would use it for. Were they all evil? Without any doubt? But he forced himself to forget about it quickly. So he stepped behind Light and Alex, crossed both arms behind his back, and tried to ignite a pleasent conversation. But they didn't react in any way. He leaned closer, frowing, and realized that they had fallen asleap. "What the...?" He blinked in suprise and felt a cold dissapointment burning through his chest. And yet... He grabbed their pink briefs and tied them together. He almost patted their butts, just so he could add some insult to injury and - if he was lucky - gain some immediate reaction. Miles shruged and walked over to Ejis be. The younger one was laying on his belly, legs kicking through the air, both hans clenched around a book with dark green covering. He coudn't help them. Not if he actually went through with his plan. But on the other side he knew how to make Eji happy this time around. "Yo, Eji?" "Hm?" Eji sounded far away. His attention was obviously somewhere else. An Miles sreched out his hand and grabbed the pink briefs of the other one. His fingers briefly crossed the tiny, firm butt cheeks. So Eji slowly raised his head and begun to blink. At the same time he started to lower the book until it lay there on the pillow. "Miles, are you...?" "Oh yes", Miles replied as he yanked the underwear high enough that Eji (in his entirety) was dangling in the air! All limbs  were spread out, his underweear went furhter and further up, until it turned into a string between Miles hands and Ejis butt. And, boy, Eji wasn't sure what to thik about this. He felt confusion and concern about the success of his surpise attack. But the wedgie actually felt great, as they alsways did. THe bruning sensation, the air rushing over his exposed skin. Miles starte to bounce him a few times and Eji coudn't help but shriek as the yanks got shaper with each try. That coudn't stay unnoticed, of course. Some of the others raised their head and looked at them. But most of them stayed in bed and simply turned away from them. And what did this lead to? Light and Alex woke up - and as soon as Light saw what was happening, he rushed to their side... pulling Alex after him and giving him a decend wedgie in the process! "Hey, that's not funnyè Let him down!", Light growled. But Eji, who still dangled there, both arms and legs stretching towards the ground, coudn't keep himself from giggling. "What are you doing?", he asked and shook his head. Miles answered in the form of a smile. "Well. What. Do. You. Think?" Each word was accompanied with a harder pull. Until the waistband snapped against Ejis forhead! THe younger boy quickly covered his privats and crossed both legs at the same time. By now his entire butt was visible. And Miles coudn't keep himself from grining. Hey, he never claimed to be a saint. And it made Eji happy at the same time. Light rolledd his eyes and pointed at him. "Okay, okay, I guess if he doesn't mind..." He turned his head to the side and and quitly added: "Of course he fucking likes it." He raised his head one more more, alongside the pointing finger of his left hand, and added with a grim smile: "BUT that doens't mean we're done." And he pointed at the line of underwear which connected his and Alex' behinds. Alex sighed, both arms an x in front of his chest, and looked to the side. "Could you please...?" "Oh, sure!" Light quickly (and not without complain) undid the knots. The he turned to Miles and aised both eyebrows. "Well?" And Miles closed both eyes with a smile. He opened them again and simply shrugged it off. "Okay, okay, I get it." He grabbed his own underpants and pulled them up from the front and the back! One after the other. Over and over until he stood there on his toes. He let go and groaned. Self wedgies weren't exactly part of his live. They hadn't even been that when he used to live with his brothers. But it was still better than whatever Light could of done as payback. Speaking of who... "What?" Light shook his head. "Your really weird, man! All that, just so I don't wedgie you?" Miles chuckled. "What, that's all you would of done?" "Well..." And with that the entire atmosphere became so much lighter. And Light actually grined, while picking the pink fabric from his crack. Meanwhile his little brother pressed both hands against his privats. He felt a warm sensation running through his entire body. Every cell of his being was on flames! And his his lips were shaking. They wanted to form a grin so badly! He walked away from the others, as they started to chat with each other, and sat down next to the nearest bed he could find. It was Rogers. And the guy was still sleepng! What the fuck, Eji thought with a disbelieving smile. But why should he care? Instead he sat down and lained against that very bad. He bend over, stretched outback, began all over. He loved how the fabric moved around between his ass cheeks. The pressure became stronger, then weaker. And he was loving every bit of it. He lauged quietly as the pink material rubed against his crotch.
 
Good day

Although I don't think that my content is the highlight for a mass of people, I realise and appreciate that it has its fans. And as you surely know I usually upload on a sunday. So why didn't I yesterday? Easy: My computer had some damn problems and I had to give into  repair. Thankfully I'm allowed to use an other computer, although my acess to it is limited (monday-thursday). That's the only reason I'm even able to write this. I could do it on my cell phone, I guess. But I'm really bad in tiping longer text on that. And I don't want to halfass it. Anyway, the father of a friend is working on the computer and he's really good. So it shoudn't take long. Until then I'm allowed to work on this other computer. One hour each day. If everything works as planed, well, you should get the next Journy of the Wedgie on wednesday or thursday. I hope that's okay. Trust me: I hate this. Makes everything more complicated. I don't write this to whine or to accuse anyone. It's simply so you know what's going on. Perhaps I will be able to post two things a week as soon as I have my computer back. As a litte reward. Anyway. I hope you had a good weekend and start into this new one. Read/hear from you later.
Swiss greetings : D
The room was large and full of darkness. A small, elegant fountain made of white stone dominated the middle of the room. And yet it managed to exist without even one sound. Steven frowned as he stared at the large platform with a statue in the middle of the clear blue water. What was that? Looked almost like a little boy with curly hair, kneeling on a round stone island surrounded by the clear shiny mass. But what was that thing… surrounding his body? A cape? A coat? Kinda resembled the feathers of an eagle. Weirder yet: The kid had no nose! And even though the eyes were closed… one seemed to be bigger then the other. Who the hell had designed this thing? He shook his head and closed the door behind. And he went further, passed several metal doors, paintings, sculptures and shelves full of books and maps… until he entered the last and, perhaps, largest room. A large four-poster bed stood in the middle, surrounded by bushes, flowers… and trees? How the  fuck could those things live inside an building. And then he saw it: The window, it was large, round and behind the bed, was tightly closed. And yet it could… perhaps… work. But why the effort? And why for him? Wasn’t Rogun just a simple soldier? How could this be worth it? Was Rogun that good? Did anyone get it? Steven hoped that the latter was true. He feared what they could demand from his otherwise. Especially since he had no idea what to do now. Every time he used the power to switch bodys (which he apparently possessed) he entered a dangerous, red glowing area. Not that he had any idea how that thing even worked… Steven took of his armor and slowly sat down on the bed, kneaded his wrists and ankles. Where could Miles be right now? What had they done to him? He shivered. He had heard the storys, everbody had. But the empire wasn’t exactly eager to separate truth from fiction. Steven lay down, stared at the ceiling and wondered: Where are you, buddy? He thought back, remembered that fateful day when he had decided to end his live. Suddenly everything had seemed so distant, his past, his future. His Parents and his brother… He had been so close to the final end. How could he ever feel positive about abounding his brother, that wonderful little guy, that last connection to his parents? Speaking of which… where we’re day? He shook his head angrily. Who gave a fuck about them? They could be clowns, they could be lawyers, didn’t really make a difference here. Stevens eyes wandered to the door he had entered as the first one. It stood at the of a long line up, promised peace and freedom, while simultaneously mocking him. That weapon he had held… the weapons he had seen… oh, how much he wanted to use them. Use them against those monsters who held this empire on his feet. But that would simply get him killed. It was most likely that he would get only one chance to save his friend. It had to work. It had to be planed… and you could never do it right without some sort of organization. The rebellion was dead. They had lost. Even if Kagome was still alive – and that was a pretty big if. There was only one hope, one path. And that very path lead him back to the original plan he and Miles had shared. The world beyond the sea. Could he get there? No, he had to get there. But the even the empire ever leave its territory? They had to. All that talk about “No alternative” and “Only protection from darkness and cruelty” had to based on SOME information, even if it was false information. But who left? And when? And how  could he ever get that Information? Should he try to be assigned to a ship? He thought about it. It seemed to unlikely that he, that “Rogun”, would be able to get that through. He needed someone else. And he needed someone from the top. He closed his eyes and rested. Felt like a plan started to form between his ears. Then he left “his” area and went for the center of this large, tower like building. It stood in the middle of an giant, green palm tree area. And behind them, on the other side of an giant, purple lake, was a line of gray mountains, who’s tops were covered in soft, light snow. From time to time, if you were determined enough, you would spot ants, red and as big as a tiger, which peeked in your direction. Giant hamsters (pretty much the lions of his world) lay around the lake shore. Bird filled the air with their sweet singing. Steven had no idea where they actually where, only that it had took them hours to reach this place. And (judging from what he heard) it was suicide to trey and flee above over the ground level. Everything was dark, not even a single torch was burning. Steven frowned. He walked around, turned left, turned right. But he noticed nobody. This was unreal. They couldn’t leave this building unguarded… could they? Could this empire, which oppressed its people, trust its soldiers that much? Or… were they just so good? Steven gulped and it felt terrible loud in his ears. At the same time he started to sneak around on his tip toes. Hadn’t, hadn’t he just noticed a movement in the corner he passed? He turned around and raised his eyebrows. Well, the leaves of the green plant were slightly shaking. On the other side the window next to it was open… wait, a minute! Steven slowly narrowed his eyes. This HAD TO be a trap. No way those assholes left a window open. Or was it a test? Where guards – or wild animals, waiting outside? Waiting to murder everyone who acted against orders? Or was this thing all about him? A Distraction? Steven shook his head and started to walk further down the hallway. It was long and narrow. Didn’t leave move room for movement – especially when you were as big as Rogun. He had to move, had to find a way someone who looked important. He sighed, clenched his hands to fists and peeked around a corner. Yeah… there was someone, a shadow racing around the corner in front of him. Without even one sound. Steven frowned. A soldier? An… assassin? But they had no way of knowing about his identity… right? No way that had believed Roguns story, even IF he told them what happened? Easy, he thought. Easy! In order to defeat your enemy… you have to become your enemy. If you were a dictatorship with a “rebel” in the body of your soldier… what would you do? Kill the soldier for failing? Or try to get his body back? Arrest the enemy and torture him for Information – including the power of body switching? Or simply let him disappear in order to gain power from the fear and the confusion of the remaining soldiers? He wasn’t sure. And every time he felt sure, new arguments survived and change the entire game… No, Rogun was a soldier. They had to have trained him against torture. No way he would break already. On the other hand… you never thought a student everything you knew, right? Gah! Steven rushed forward and followed the figure he had noticed earlier.


Rogun lowered his head as they were lead through a wide forest filled with tall branches and sharp yellow leaves and dark, blue bushes. Shackles pressed his wrists together. And – he couldn’t believe, always thought this was a goddamn comic trope – a large Iron ball was connected to his left ankle. Same with Kagome – with the slight difference that her iron ball was on the other side. The guards were mostly quite. Only from time to time did they talk, spit in their direction (Rogun was pretty good in dodging that) spill their water bottles on their heads or pushed them to the ground. Rogun felt his heart racing on the other side of his chest. He looked around often, wondered if this was the last time he would ever see the outside. Kinda ironic, he thought. Hadn’t he been guards on tours like this one? Hadn’t he joined his peers in doing what those guys did to him? Should he tell them? The question was born every fifth minute of their journey. And the answer was always the same: no. Why should those guys believe him? Especially since he didn’t know any of those youngsters. And he doubted that they would get any of his friends to question them about the memories he could provide. Why, why, had they to give that job to youngsters? To boost their pride and confidence? As an easy start? Ridiculous! But there was also something else: This body seemed to be hardly twenty. Kinda great for someone who was in his late 40this. A new chance. And the icing on the cake if he did it right. Why should he believe that the rebellion was limited to those few people he had noticed in that hideout? Kagome was far too confident for that to be true! Even he could get her to lead him to her allies… Speaking of which… She was walking next to him and cast a quick, hard glance in his direction. He did the same. The contact was fragile and short – but it worked. They exchanged a quick nod, mere seconds before Kagome screamed, gasped… and fell to the ground. Tiny branches broke once she landed on top of them. Tiny animals ran away with high pitched shouts. The soldiers stopped. Their backs as straight and large as the trees surrounding them. The horns on their armor made them like the devil himself. “Hey”, the leader growled as he took a step in her direction. “This isn’t exactly a family picnic, you whore! Get… the fuck… up!” A few quick steps took him right in front of her lifeless body. His left hand turned into a shaking fist. Meanwhile Rogun did everything he could in order to widen his eyes and look as if he was strangled by fear and uncertainty. One of the soldiers stepped behind him and grabbed Rogun by his collar. “Get up! Now!” A large metal boot slammed onto Kagomes back! And yet she didn’t move a bit. “I said… move!” Another kick (this time into Kagomes side) and her body rolled down a grass covered hill! Right into a bush. As soon as she entered it… a strange sound was born. And no matter how tough he tried to sound, that leader was uncertain and concerned. He turned to his three subordinates. “Rocky!  Lee! Look for her! Right now!  Cenko, take care of our new friend, will ya?” Oh, oh, Rogun thought. And not without reason. “Cenko”s free hand wandered into Roguns pants and grabbed his… grabbed the rebel’s underwear – and yanked it up to his shoulder blades! He wanted to scream, yet the other guy covered Rougns mouth with the hand which left his collar. He pulled Rogun towards a nearby tree (Rogun was walking on his tip toes) and pulled until Rogun was hanging two feet above the ground by his stretched out underwear! The pain was immense. It was as if someone was forcing Rogun to bade in a tube filled with needles and knifes. He felt his butt… the rebels but, getting uncovered as a sharp string burned into him. And worst thing: He couldn’t even protect his crotch! Goddamn. Shackles! Fuck! They smiled and laughed at Roguns pained his face, but only for a moment. Cenko crossed his strong arms in front of his chest and stood there right in front of the wedgies enemy. Rogun blushed and looked down at the little purple and red flowers in front of “his” tree. Meanwhile Rocky and Lee drew their swords and walked towards the bush, closing in from both sides. They moved slowly, didn’t even blink. Then they stormed forward, kicked, hit and slashed until the bush was turned into nothing but shreds, which rained down through the air. No blood, no scream. Instead there was a sharp and loud laughter. It seemed to come from everywhere. “Shit”, Rocky murmured. She had to have rolled further then they thought. That meant that she was in the SEA of bushes and low trees ahead. Little room. Lots of hideouts. “She can’t get far with those shackles!”, Lee growled and shrugged. There’s a reason they don’t get food before this trip! Let’s move!” And he went along. Rocky bit his lips. Gulped. And yet he followed. They grimaced, slapped tiny butterflies away and noticed squirrels jumping from one tree to the next. Rocky wondered if they should go deeper. Could this cow even survive alone in this area? Why not let her die? Especially since it was night, damn! This was dangerous. This was hard. Was it really worth the risk. And so he told his partner. Lee simply shook his head. “You think Santiago’s will allow that? That asshole’s only concerned about his uncle! He would like to serve as the emperors body guard one day! And you just know what the guys in the corps will do if we lose control over TWO prisoners!” His voice was nothing but a hiss. And he went further without another word, climbed up a large tree and stopped on one of his wide branches. Meanwhile Rocky moved on the ground. The greenery touched his legs like the stretched out arms of rock star fans.  Something had to be done, so Rocky started to swing his sword around. Flowers and thin trees fell dead and defeated. That wasn’t enough, could anything ever be enough? “WHROGh!” Rocky blinked. There was something! A silhouette rolling into the heart of a gray bush. Perhaps a stone or a piece of wood? Rocky shook his head, pulled a small and black metal ball from his belt, kneeled down and rolled after that thing. A few quit seconds passed… before a loud and sharp thunder tortured his ears! A miniature cloud appeared over the bush, rained on it, snowed on it. The rebel would shiver sooner or later. She would rattle her teeth or something. Rocky looked over his shoulder to grin at his comrade.  Who wasn’t on his branch anymore… “ The fuck!” Rockys eyes grew wide. This had to be a mistake! It had to be! He took off his helmet and blinked in confusion. Had Lee found something? Was he after the rebel? Or… Did she have company? Was someone trying to rescue her? Perhaps some rivals? Or bounty hunters? Was this the so called “trust” their superiors had teached about? “Don’t get weird man”, Rocky muttered to himself. “Don’t get weird!” He slowly turned around himself. His boot connected with a little brown nut and send it through the air. A black squirrel rushed through the air, grabbed it and ran away into safety. “Where are you?” Rocky clenched his teeth. “Do you honestly believe that anyone can save you?” Someone whispered behind him – and something soft and stinking smashed into his face! A fruit of some kind. And one that was clearly rotten! Rocky screamed! Another one rushed in his direction! He slapped it away. The next came from behind! He ducked… and something landed on his shoulders. Rockys eyes grew wider as two brown, fluffy feat appeared left and right from his face! “What the hell?!” And so Rocky stumbled, shouted and threw that unknown creature away from him! It connected to the branch, jumped away from it and jumped with an elegant salto into the heart of the dense shrubbery “Rocky! Lee!” That was Cenko. “Where the fuck are you? If you’re done smoking we would like to move on! Answer me!” And Rocky tried to do just that, he really did. But by now there were blond, furry legs on his wide shoulders. The toe nails were sharp and olive green. Whatever that was, it squatted and held a blade to Rocky's throat. Looked like it had been carved out of stone.

Santiago walked back and forth and shook his head in disbelief. “How the hell are these guys still searching!”, he muttered. “It’s just one woman! One!” Cenko held one hand against the rebels shirt and pulled him closer. The kid grimaced and clenched his teeth. Cenko quickly pulled a few time. Then he was “kind” and allowed the prisoner so snack back against the tree. He enjoyed the moans. He loved to see how the waistband of the underwear went further and further up. Covered the entire belly of that idiot. Cenko turned to his leader with a sigh. “Shall I go and look for them?” “Look for them? What are you stupid?” And Santiago stomped right where he was. “What was their training for? I want them to do their fucking job! And I want it to happen…” “AAHHH!” They both froze. “That was Lee…” Santiaog shook his head, took of helmet and whipped the sweet from his face. “Cenko!” Said guy saluted. “Yes, Sir?!” “Get the prisoner down and go ahead! I’ll take care of this mess!” But Cenko hesitated. “That’s against protocol…” “Move your ass – and his – and get out of my sight! Won’t take me a minute to catch up with you!” “Okay, okay!” Cenko turned around, almost sad that he had to end such a wonderful wedgie… “That can’t be!” “What are you…?” Santiago looked up. And they both saw the teen they were guarding was gone. Completely. No sign of him to be seen. “But, but, I only looked away for…” “AHH!” Cenko turned around and saw a little creature landing on the shoulder of his leader. Looked almost like a bear. Even though the ears and snout resembled an elephant. A leather construction covered the head, yet left enough space for both red ears. Santiago jumped around, tried to get those sharp fingernails from his upper arms. “Cenko! Help me! Help me!” He shrieked like a little girl. “Get that abomination of  me! NOW!” Cenko ran towards them only to see a bloody knife stopping in front of Santiagos throat. Purely black eyes started at him. “WHFNLNGE!” And Cenko blinked in disbelief. “Excuse me?” He gulped. “Could you… uh… could you repeat that?” “WNNGEOEfpi ‘e ooemorpi!” Cenko frowned. Took a few steps back and raised both hands in a calming gesture. “Don’t do anything you would regret, okay? The name’s Cenko.” He pointed at the crying blond in front of him. “And that’s Santiago.” “Nice to meet you”, Santiago shrieked. “Easy… easy.” Cenko fell onto his knees. “Don’t you know who we are?  We belong to the empire. An giant, powerful organization that rules over everything you see before you! Had no idea that, well, people like you exist. We could be friends. We could… learn from each other.” He gulped. “Pretty sweet…” He tiled his head to the side. “Am I right?” The knife closed in. “Cenko! For fucks sake! KILL THAT ANIMAL!” Cenko face palmed. A stone floated through the air, as quick and strongly as a thunder strike, and crushed against Cenkos forehead! The soldier screamed and stumbled backwards, until he fell over a thin, camouflaged string! Cenkos body rolled down another hill… and Santiagos live ended with one, quick cut! The aspiring young man fell over one last time. The blood from his cut throat formed a red lake around his head. Meanwhile the unknown create performed another salto and landed on both feet. A perfect ten, baby! “LNGEORjnodf0!” Another creature, it looked very similar – but its fur was green. “DLNEROE? HDOE!” It stepped beside and two others (one blue, the other brown) lead Rogun back onto the path. His shackles had been broken. He rubbed his wrists and raised both eye brows in confusion. “I guess I should say thanks… but who are you? And why did you help?” The yellow one came closer and raised both hands. “KNODFNO? LNDFO! LNDFO!” Rogun blinked. “Huh? What are you talking…?” The guys behind him raised their spears and knifes. They growled at him. “Hey, hey! Wait! Whatever I did – I’m sorry! He fell onto his knees and shielded the back of his head with both hands. “Don’t kill me! Don’t kill me, please!” Was this the right thing to do? Didn’t know, didn’t care. He simply wanted to live! But apparently it was the right choice. The blond one fell on his knees and placed both arms on the ground in between them. “OGHEFO… OGHEFO… OGHEFO… OGHEFO…”  Even weirder: His friends let their weapons fall down and also… prayed to him? What the fuck? “Uh… am I going to live on?” No answer. They simply continued with the worshiping. Rogun rubbed his eyes and tried to get the facts together. It wasn’t exactly easy. His underwear was still stretched out, hung from the backside of his pants. He had feared for his live… and now this? Had he any reason to feel calm? Or relieved? What was the plan of those creatures? “Hey!” Rogun frowned. “Where’s Kagome?”

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Wotzael Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2018
Thanks for faving !
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LittlePlayfulChild Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2017  Hobbyist General Artist
MERRY CHRISTMAS! 
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kingstory3 Featured By Owner Dec 24, 2017
Thank you. Same to you : D
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crb145 Featured By Owner Jan 5, 2017
Hey do you think you could do digimon wedgie stories were the digimon get wedgies?
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kingstory3 Featured By Owner Jan 27, 2017
Maybe, never thought of that. I'm not finished with watching the first season yet, but still, which ones would you think of?
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crb145 Featured By Owner Jan 27, 2017
Maby one with veemon and agumon
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