Tenma Maemi stopped in the middle of the city sidewalk on her way home from a Phase Connect business meeting at the company’s office headquarters. The white-haired woman’s long, puffy tail flicked with the frustration that etched into her features, and she sucked in air through her teeth before giving her hips a slight wriggle, the pencil skirt of her office attire fluttering ever so slightly at her thighs as she did.

Yeah. Her thong was riding up bad again.

“Agh… this fuckin’ shit is up my…” the fox huffed with a guttural grunt of frustration, shimmying her hips around in hopes that she’d manage to dislodge the tiny garment from the crevices it had once again invaded. No dice, as she’d feared. The first couple of times this had happened today, she’d managed to gyrate just enough to shift the fabric out from the depths of her butt crack (yes, it was technically meant to sit there, and yes, she had some thick cheeks for a woman her size, but at this point it was getting ridiculous—this thing must have shrunk in the wash, because she could swear she could taste it), and the times she hadn’t, there had been a convenient bathroom to duck into to pluck the strings out of her ass and her lady parts. But now…

Tenma took a rueful glance around the street. Nobody was in eyeshot to see her wriggling around like she had to pee, thankfully, but there was something else missing from eyeshot: a bathroom. Or an alley. Or, really, anything she could use for some cover to pick this damned wedgie. A bus stop covering might shield her one one side, but there was no guarantee she’d manage to hide from prying eyes on the other.

“Motherfucker…” the short woman groaned, about to give up and bite the bullet, walking home with fabric chafing so deep up her butt that she feared no lotion would be able to soothe it. But then, maybe spurred on by a twinge of prickly discomfort between her ass cheeks, a thought occurred to her. There was nobody in sight. Nobody was around to see her picking a wedgie. The thing must have worked its way up into her brain, because it was so obvious.

Ears twitching, Tenma shot another glance around the street to make absolutely certain that there wasn’t anyone around to witness her, saw nobody, bent at the knees to twist her upper body awkwardly, and shoved her hand as far up the back of her skirt as she could, unabashedly flashing her pantyhose-covered ass cheeks as she stuck her fingers deep up her butt crack and fished her black thong out from its cave. The fox let out a hot, breathy sigh of relief as she hooked her index finger around the crotch and pulled it downward like a rubber band, giving her blessed relief from the stinging and chafing between her cheeks, and finally allowing her privates a chance to breathe. As embarrassing as it was to admit, this sensation was the best she’d felt all day, maybe even all week. A hot shower had nothing on this.

Unfortunately for Tenma, though, in the midst of her momentary relief, she didn’t realize how operative the word ‘momentary’ was about to be.

The well-dressed woman’s shout of shock and irritation came almost before she finished processing why she was yelping, as it often did. It didn’t take the short fox long to figure out why she exclaimed her surprise, though, as fingers with soft skin she unfortunately recognized tangled with her own and rudely wrestled her thong out of her grip. In mere moments, Tenma was up on the toes of her high heels, hoisted up by the black strings of fabric hiked to her shoulder blades in a wedgie ten times worse than the one she’d just relieved herself from.

“Ow! Motherfucker!” Tenma swore, her tiny fists balled up at her sides and her butt cheeks squeezing tight around the strip of fabric rubbing her crack and womanhood raw. “Lumi you fucking bitch, I swear to God I will—!”

“You left yourself open,” came the blonde beauty’s smooth reply, interrupting her tense victim. Kaneko Lumi’s tone reflected the smug smirk on her face as it always did, only growing smugger as she lifted her double-fisted grip on the triangle of skimpy panty fabric higher and forced Tenma up onto the very tips of her toes (with no shortage of swearing from the fox to reward her). “A g-string, huh?” the thief remarked, sweeping her eyes from the cluster of black in her hands down to where the strings of fabric cleaved into Tenma’s plump behind and back again. “Scandalous~”

“It’s not fucking—gah!” Tenma’s lavender eyes crossed as a particularly strong pull elicited some pops from the shockingly elastic g-string and split her lower lips in two. She squeezed one eye shut and lifted the opposite leg off the ground just a smidge in a fruitless effort to close herself off from further invasion. “Shithead! Stop pulling!”

“Mind your fucking language,” Lumi scolded her, adding reinforcement with another strong yank that bounced the short girl off the ground and got the back triangle of the thong up to her tall fox ears. “We’re idols in public. You just did a concert, remember? All eyes are on you.”

Tenma swallowed hard. She really hoped all eyes weren’t on her, especially not right now. But more pressingly, the feeling of her own underpants touching her ears (not uncommon, unfortunately) had spurred a much more visceral fear in her. “H-Hey—!” she grunted, fighting the urge to bite her lip and squeal like a schoolgirl. Son of a bitch this stung! She was going to be wearing big lame granny panties for weeks after this nightmare. “Not over the face, okay?!”

Lumi, who’d just been thinking about doing exactly that, raised a black eyebrow and smirked even more smugly. “Oh? Why’s that, huh?”

Tenma bit back a whimper and bit down hard on her tongue. “Gggh! Why do you think, you dumbass?! This shit has been up my ass for all nine whole hours of these fucking meetings and it’s hot and sweaty and is gonna fucking smell like—!”

“Ooh, good point!” the blonde exclaimed, and then did exactly that.

The sharply-dressed fox shouted out in shock once again as a triangle of black crashed down over her field of vision and down to her chin. The strings pressed tight against her scalp as the elastic snapped back like a rubber band upon Lumi’s release, clamping the butt of the garment right over her nose to cup it like a jock strap.

“AGH! FUCKING—! FUCK!” Tenma shouted at the top of her lungs as she got a nose full of her own hot crack sweat. She was a very clean woman, but not even that could save her olfactory gland from the lovely (sarcastic) aroma of a full day sitting and marinating in an office that was already too hot (damn that Sakana and his stingy AC habits).

That would have been enough torment already, but she wasn’t forgetting any time soon that the thing clamped on her face also happened to be slicing deep up her ass crack and womanhood, so tight she could actually taste it this time (helped in no small part by the smell). The short girl hopped around like a madwoman, tail thrashing as she clawed at her face to try to remove the atomic wedgie, though in her panic her fingers found no purchase, and all the while she swore at the top of her lungs, cursing Lumi’s name ten ways to Sunday for doing this to her.

Lumi, satisfied with her work, laughed at her short friend and (making sure to do so at an opportune time, lest she lose her hand) patted Tenma on the top of the head. “See you around, G-string Girl! Oh, and you probably want to keep your voice down so people don’t come and investigate.”

“DO NOT CALL ME THAT YOU MOTHERFUCKING—!” Suddenly, in the midst of her rage at the already mysteriously vanished star woman, the pale fox froze and thought about what she’d just heard. “Hang on, what did you…?”

With her vision left unobstructed by the thong, which fit over her face in a way she might find aesthetically pleasing if it wasn’t ripping her underside to shreds and didn’t smell like ass, Tenma took a look at her peripheries, finding that the previously empty city block was now a lot less empty. People were peering out of windows and poking their heads out from shop doors to get a look at the crazy shouting lady, and several more had turned the corner from all directions to investigate. Judging from the lack of laughter, nobody had noticed her thong hooked over her face or her exposed ass cheeks, but it was only a matter of time.

Tenma’s face flushed red. She had to move fast if she wanted to save any of her dignity. It looked like it was time for the old college technique… “Goddamn it…” she mumbled. Then she took a deep breath, clenched her teeth, clenched her ass…

And ran.