“Yeah, yeah,” Hakos Baelz tried to hide her blushing face as she waved a hand in front of her bikini-clad form dismissively, attempting to play things off as if she wasn’t embarrassed. “You won, whatever! I… I wasn’t even trying, that’s how it happened!”

IRyS smirked at the rat’s bluster, her long, magenta ponytail bobbing behind her own bikini-clad back as she bounced on the balls of her feet with excitement. Her heels, still wet like the rest of her from the race across the swimming pool the two women had just had, tapped against the concrete ground like a metronome. “Don’t be a sore loser, Bae,” she chided in a singsong voice like she was a mother scolding her daughter, though her smug expression took away from the persona. She tapped her chin, eyelids lowering over her mismatched eyes to convey even more superiority, as if that was even possible. “Or do. It’s not like you have much choice in the matter!”

“Urk…” Baelz grunted, a knot of nerves forming in her belly and rising up to her throat to choke her even tighter than the embarrassment already was. “Y-Yeah… whatever!” The short woman took a deep breath and then spun around, her red and black pigtails and her red tail whipping around her with the motion, and her plump butt cheeks, which were already poking around the edges of her white bikini bottoms, jiggled as she took a defiant stance. The redhead folded her arms and lifted her chin, trying not to bite her lower lip as she waited for what was to come. “Just get it over with already!”

IRyS giggled as she reached down and took two eager handfuls of the rat’s bottoms, taking her sweet time with the process so she could admire every last inch of the other woman’s curves as she split them in two. The punishment for losing was simple: the nephilim got to give Baelz a wedgie. What wasn’t included in the terms, though, was how she had to do it, or how much she could tease her along the way. “Gosh, those cheeks are massive,” IRyS remarked, giving the bikini bottoms a few gentle cursory tugs and watching as the twin moons jiggled some more around them. “No wonder you lost with all this cake slowing you down!”

“It’s all muscle!” Baelz shot back in a higher-than-average-pitched voice, her cheeks flushing an even more fiery red. Even though she hadn’t intended to, she ended up proving her point when she clenched those big butt cheeks on instinct, clamping tight around the strip of white fabric creeping up in between them and showing off just how toned her glutes really were. It was to be expected, though. A dancer like herself had to keep her lower half in shape.

IRyS pouted, throwing a sullen glance back at her own butt cheeks. While they weren’t as big as Baelz’s, they were a fair bit less toned. “Man… that takes some of the fun out of it,” she sighed.

“Just give me the wedgie already!” the rat exclaimed, her voice now shrill and her whole body tense as she begged for the punishment she was dreading. Drawing this out brought back memories of the few times she’d been spanked; the wait was always twice as bad as the beating itself, even if a wait couldn’t make it hard for her to sit afterwards.

The nephilim sighed and flexed her arms. “Fine, if I can’t tease you, then I’ll just have to make this… count!” At the last word, she bent her knees to dip down and grip the waistband like she was about to do bicep curls, and then powered herself upward with as much force as she could muster. The leap skyward physically propelled her off the ground for a moment, and she took Baelz’s swimsuit in tow, ripping her friend’s ass a new one.

It was a good thing that the pool was private, because the screech that the redheaded rat let out as IRyS wedgied her would have been loud enough to turn every head in a quarter mile radius. Baelz’s cheeks clenched tight in an instinctive effort to stop her bottoms from climbing, but it was too late to prevent IRyS powerful pull from cleaving the white fabric up between them like a hot knife through butter. In no more than a few milliseconds, the bikini bottoms went from riding up a little like a thong to hiked up to the woman’s neck, stretched taut and running through her crack and privates so quick that, had garment and skin not both been wet, it would have surely given her rope burn.

The rat’s tail spasmed back and forth and she rose up onto her tiptoes as she squealed and squirmed from the sudden wedgie. Her whole body, stiff from the shock, didn’t know how to process the burn and tension up against her intimate areas, and it settled for locking her toned legs straight, clenching her ass cheeks as tight as they would go, and lifting her hands up to her shoulders as though she was trying to figure out how to swat some invisible target away.

“O-OKAY!” she yelped, dancing stiffly on her toes as IRyS held her bottoms taught for longer than she probably should have. “THAT’S GOOD. THAT’S GOOD!”

Grinning at her own strength, IRyS relented and let the bottoms go. They snapped back to Baelz’s waist like a rubber band, though they didn’t completely regain their form. It was clear that they were permanently a little looser, and they weren’t coming unstuck from the rat’s butt crack without some serious picking. The wedgied woman clutched her crotch and shimmied forward a few steps, waddling awkwardly on her toes as she breathed hard and groaned. “Ungh… huh…!” she moaned through gritted teeth. “Yeah, that was a wedgie all right…!”

“How did it stack up?” IRyS asked, placing her hands on her hips and standing back to admire the show. If she squinted and turned her head just right, she could imagine the other woman was naked, and she was good at imagining that.

“Ugh!” Baelz clicked her tongue and continued massaging her privates. That wedgie had given her a killer cameltoe, and her underside was not thanking her for getting it into this mess. “Best I’ve had in weeks,” she admitted, and then threw a glare at the nephilim. “And by that I mean it hurt like a bitch!”

IRyS snickered and mock curtsied. “I try my best.”

“Yeah, you do pretty good too,” the rat muttered, now shifting her hands back to rub her stinging crack. The bikini was still stuck up her snatch, but she could fix that once her ass had stopped burning. “Ugh! You’d better watch out, though,” she warned the taller woman, her lips (the ones on her face, to be clear) curling into a slight mischievous smirk as she spoke, which paired well with her lingering glare. “Next time I win, I’m gonna return the favor…”

Giggling, IRyS licked her lips, allowing the mental image of Baelz inflicting the same punishment she’d just dished out on her to billow up in her mind’s eye, and then trying to keep her knees from pressing together. She wasn’t going to just let the rat win, but… “I’m looking forward to it~”