Shantae Wedgie Story

Smash Bros X Shantae

"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.