There are few constants in the world. Everything shifts. Everything changes. Empires rise, empires crumble, monuments turn to rubble, and statues to ruin. The shifting sands of time meld and disintegrate and all things, save for very few, resist the turning of the seasons.
But there is always life. There is always death. There are always taxes. And for the talents of Phase Connect… there is always Jong.
Mahjong hadn’t always been the unofficial game of Phase Connect, but it had certainly become so. Whether it was directly due to intervention from the talents’ boss, the fish (don’t ask), or by some other means of infiltration, Jong had arrived like a thief in the night, stolen their free time, and had never left since. And, as though it was a stray cat that had taken up residence in their driveway and been taken in because it was just too cute to turn away, it seemed that, despite their routine complaints about it on Twitter, they just didn’t have a problem with it.
That didn’t stop the complaining, of course.
“Why can’t we play something simple, like Monopoly again?” Kaneko Lumi sighed, studying the game board. “Like, why Mahjong, of all games? Why couldn’t we do… I don’t know, Uno? Something normal people play.”
“The last time we played Uno, Panko hoarded all the fucking draw fours and made Airi cry by playing them all at once at the end of the game,” Pipkin Pippa sighed. “At least with Mahjong we’re all suffering.”
“Yes, and we all know that you only want to play Monopoly so you can steal from the bank and pretend it’s part of the rules again,” Tenma Maemi accused in her usual sharp accent, surveying the tall blonde over the rims of her glasses, her fox tail flicking back and forth edgily. Mahjong tended to get her a little riled up.
Lumi smirked and stuck out her tongue. “Guilty as charged~” she hummed, stuffing a stray $500 Monopoly bill back into her tight shorts. She huffed, casting a glance over at the group’s fourth, her fellow blonde. “Lia, hurry up and play or I’m gonna give you a wedgie.”
Rinkou Ashelia (or just Lia), the twintailed platinum blonde in question, rolled her striking cyan eyes and tossed down a card. “Fine. Whatever. I’m not winning anyway. Go fish or something.”
“Speaking of fish. Women want me…” Pippa mumbled under her breath, a grin slowly appearing across her face as she made her move. “Fish fear me… and Tenma Maemi gets fucking OWNED by my sick Mahjong plays!” The pink bunny girl let out a triumphant laugh as she snagged a tile from the wall and laid out a completed Mah Jong, driving her own score far ahead of the currently leading fox woman. “Get FUCKED! Scorecard!”
Normally, this would have been cause for the office wear-clad woman to flip out and start seething and coping over the fact that Pippa had taken her lead so soundly. But Tenma only squinted suspiciously. That wasn’t right at all. She knew exactly what her friend’s tile layout had looked like last round, and what she had now wasn’t adding up.
While the blondes groaned at the prospect of going even further behind in score, Tenma clenched her tiny fists. “You bitch,” she hissed, getting angry now that she was certain she’d caught the rabbit cheating. “You’re hiding tiles!”
“Wh–H-Huh?” Pippa stammered, pink eyes going wide. She instinctively gripped the sides of her bloomer-like shorts tight, for what she hoped the others would assume was no reason at all. “Wh-What do you mean by that? I–I’m not Lumi!”
“Hey!” the notorious thief pouted, shoving a Community Chest card back into her bra. “I’m not that bad!”
“You stole my socks when we got here!” Lia whined.
“I don’t f-fucking steal or cheat at games!” Pippa protested, clutching the sides of her bloomers even tighter, unintentionally pressing the suspicious rectangular lumps beneath the fabric up against her skin.
Tenma bared her teeth. As good of friends as she was with Pippa… the rabbit was a terrible liar. And Tenma hated getting cheated on in Mahjong.
What had Lumi threatened to do…? Yeah… a wedgie. That was a good idea.
“Oh YEAH?!” the short fox exploded, pouncing onto Pippa. While she was a good few inches shorter than the rabbit, the fury fueling her made the confrontation look like a scene from a nature documentary of a predator (the fox) ripping into her prey (the bunny). Pippa tried to put up a fight, but she was ultimately powerless as Tenma scrabbled on top of her and pinned her down by planting her rear end directly on her face. As Pippa shouted muffled complaints into the seat of Tenma’s panties, the fox tore at her, though unlike the nature documentary, Tenma tore not at her skin, but at her clothes.
Off came Pippa’s housecoat, and then, with some effort, Tenma wrestled the bloomers right off her legs, exposing the rabbit’s third pair of ratty old black granny panties, but also, more importantly, a veritable cascade of Mahjong tiles, some of which had to have come from a complete duplicate set of the game!
“Oh shit, she was cheating cheating,” Lumi mumbled. “Wow.”
“Oh, that is IT, Pipkin Pippa!” Tenma seethed, even more furious now. The short woman planted her rear end even harder onto Pippa’s face just to drive the point in harder, before seizing the front waistband of the rabbit’s panties. “You think you can cheat me out of Mahjong?! How about you get a fucking wedgie, BITCH!”
Pippa screamed into the seat of Tenma’s underwear as the fox yanked hers up towards her chest, wedging the fabric not only deep up her ass crack, but also up into her pippussy, giving her a nasty feeling of rug burn in all the places the sun doesn’t shine. She flailed her legs, but that succeeded in nothing but kicking her pool of illicit Mahjong tiles around, and while she did manage to grab the back of Tenma’s underwear to get some retaliation, the wedgie that she gave back only served to turn her facefull of panties into a facefull of bare ass cheeks, arguably even more humiliating.
Coupled with that, the meager retaliation wedgie that the fox suffered didn’t even seem to faze her, since she only pulled harder on Pippa’s underwear, reveling in each rip and pop the old, gross black panties gave out as she dragged them closer to ripping. To be perfectly honest, she was doing the bunny a favor. These underwear were long overdue to be thrown out, and what better way to force it on her than to give her the panty flossing she so dearly deserved.
“How do you like THAT, BITCH?!” Tenma taunted, grabbing the crotch of the panties and using it to wedge the fabric deeper up into Pippa’s burning sensitive spots. “Remind you of high school?!” (Unfortunately for Pippa, that happened to be right on the money, though she’d never admit that.) All the rabbit girl could do was shriek.
“Oh wow…” Lia muttered, observing the carnage with concern. “I’m really glad they don’t know I’m eating the tiles.”
Lumi, who was also watching in abject horror, froze, thinking about what she’d just heard for a moment. “Wait… what?” She turned toward the platinum blonde. “You’re whatting the tiles?”
Lia, realizing she’d spoken aloud, glanced toward the other woman, a sheepish grin slowly creeping onto her face. “Um… L-Lemeow?”
The star woman’s blue eyes narrowed, her black eyebrows creasing irritably. “So that’s where my winning tiles went.” She cracked her knuckles. “Hey Lia, guess what time it is.”
“NononoWAIT–ACK!”
StreeeeEEETCH!
Back with Pippa, Tenma was still going to town on the black fabric, or at least what remained of it. All the pulling and shredding had worn down the previously vaguely undie-shaped chunk of cloth into little more than a few strings, which the fox flossed with savage satisfaction through Pippa’s underside, all the while taking great pleasure in hearing the pink bunny wail from under her ass about how she was going to be a good rabbit from now on and never cheat again (empty lies that would be reneged on the moment they sat down to Jong again). However, even if Tenma believed her, that wouldn’t stop her from–
Snap.
With a rather disappointingly small pop, the last few threads of the underwear ripped apart, finally putting an end to Pippa’s suffering.
But before the tormented bunny could breathe a sigh of relief and squirm away to nurse her burning nether regions and get some new underwear (they were at Tenma’s dwelling and she could borrow a pair; they would be a bit small, but she could live with that, especially since it would be nothing compared to the brutal wedgie she just got). Tenma hauled her to her feet and forcibly marched her to the door, smacking her exposed butt cheeks whenever she slowed down.
“Out! Out until you think about what you did, bitch!” Tenma barked, shoving Pippa out her front door and slamming it behind her before the abused bunny could even yelp for her to wait. “Ain’t nobody gonna cheat at Mahjong in my house!” she huffed, lifting her chin in a mixture of frustration and satisfaction. Pippa could come back in after an hour or two of trying to hide from the public (even though she could just crouch in the front garden and be fine–Tenma wasn’t that much of a monster). That’d teach her. At least that was settled, and they could be done with the wedgies. She reached back under her skirt with one hand and picked at the white cotton Pippa had managed to wedge up her crack. Tenma hated wedgies.
But as she fished for fabric, her eyes fell upon Lia and Lumi, and she lifted an eyebrow. Apparently she and Pippa weren’t the only ones with wedgie issues, since Lia now had her pink cheekies stretched all the way up her back and snapped tight over her eyes, the legholes stretched so far that her twintails fit through them.
Lumi, who was standing beside the other blonde with her hands on her hips and a few Monopoly bills strewn at her feet, met Tenma’s eyes and smiled sheepishly. “Uh… she cheated too.”
Tenma could only smirk. She liked that yellow woman and her instincts.
Maybe wedgies weren’t all that bad.