“Oh! Oh mother that burns!”

Nekomata Okayu’s voice rang out through her apartment, tense with pain. The cat’s shout came from the kitchen, where she was bent over the countertop, knuckles white as she gripped onto the edge of the granite slab, and in the process of having her panties hiked up to her neck.

The perpetrator of the wedgie was none other than her best friend Inugami Korone, who was having the time of her life stretching the lavender-haired cat’s white briefs up out of her pants and hauling them up like there was no tomorrow. The brunette dog-girl’s twin braids and floppy dog ears bounced along with her when she stood up on her tiptoes to get even more leverage, sneakers giving her enough purchase against the tile floor to power the wedgie pulls into an uppercut that made Okayu’s eyes water. “Wedgie!” Korone giggled, her fluffy tail wagging while Okayu’s lashed in distress.

Okayu clenched her jaw shut from where it had been hanging open when a particularly nasty pull got her panties up in her lady parts, and she grunted as she too rose up onto her tiptoes, though in her case it was to try to lessen the strain of the wedgie, not increase it. “A-Ah–! Yeah, that’s a good one!” She fought back her embarrassment and pain to give a grudging grin and a shaky thumbs up over her shoulder, because it was a really good wedgie at the end of the day. “Can you–ngh!--s-stop now?!”

“Not ‘til I’m done,” Korone informed her, a teasing, singsong lilt creeping into her tone that somehow both matched and disagreed with the crack-flossing she was inflicting on her friend as she used her superior strength, earned at the gym, to get the waistband of Okayu’s panties even higher. By now, they were already past the cat’s nape, and there was really only one place left to go for them, a place that both women knew all too well. “Tilt your head back.”

“Damn it,” Okayu groaned, a smidge of frustration blooming in her chest as she realized that she was going to be spending this movie night, which she’d simply been fetching the popcorn for when Korone had ambushed her, feeling as if she was going to be split in half from the ass up. Nevertheless, she did as the dog asked, as a favor to a friend if nothing else, and craned her neck backward until she was almost looking at the ceiling.

Grinning, Korone used her friend’s new head angle to easily slip the waistband of the briefs up and over her head. The brunette muscled the panties all the way down over Okayu’s blushing face, each inch digging deeper into the cat’s ass crack, all the way down to her mouth. Okayu obediently bit down on the waistband of her own underwear and, as Korone withdrew to admire her handiwork, the purple-haired woman started forcing her head back forward so she could stand fully upright once again.

With her sharp canines holding the waistband firm over her head, it only took a few seconds for Okayu to relieve herself of the nasty neck bend, though those few seconds weren’t without a lot of groaning and whimpering through the cotton in her mouth. Each extra millimeter that she hiked her underwear up her back meant another millimeter of cotton chafing her underside and another degree of heat on the intense burn that was torching her bush (and every bit of soft skin around it). Once she was able to stand comfortably though–in the relative sense of the word, that is–Okayu could give herself a little bit of relief by peeling the waistband up her now-sweaty face until it rested, tense but not unreasonably tight, just above her eyebrows.

With a glance at herself in the glass window of the microwave that confirmed just how much like a loser she looked, the cat clicked her tongue with frustration and shot a harsh look at her giggling friend. “Satisfied?”

“Yeah!” Korone chirped, her tail still wagging a mile a minute. “You always look so cute when you’re embarrassed like that.”

Okayu’s cheeks flushed a little pinker, this time not just because of the wedgie. Still, she wasn’t going to let flattery soften her up. “All right, my turn,” she declared, and twirled her finger around in the air.

The brunette dog-girl grinned and winked, then turned around to brace herself against the opposing countertop. “Make it good,” she requested as she helpfully lifted her own white skirt so her wagging tail pinned it, bunched up to expose her orange briefs. Okayu remembered this pair; they were a veteran of this trip. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a real good wedgie.”

The cat cracked her knuckles and smirked. “I’ll try not to disappoint,” she purred as she wrapped her fingers around the waistband of Korone’s panties, which made the dog shiver with anticipation.

Korone may have been the stronger of the pair and therefore better at giving wedgies, but Okayu was no slouch, especially not when she was already tasting her own panties in the back of her throat and her victim was wearing such stretchy underwear. Unlike the cotton up Okayu’s crack, Korone’s briefs were made of some hybrid blend that seemed engineered to stretch like a rubber band.

In a matter of seconds, it was Korone’s turn to be gripping the countertop with white knuckles, up on her tiptoes to try to lessen the strain of the wedgie, and accidentally biting her tongue through her girly whimpers as Okayu manhandled her briefs up to her neck. The orange fabric cut between Korone’s toned cheeks like a hot knife through butter, forming a russet rope that the twin moons then clenched around in a futile, instinctive effort to stop the intrusion.

“Ooh–! Yeah, that’s–aahck!–that’s good!” Korone’s tail was no longer wagging, instead tucked between her legs through one of her panty leg holes, but that didn’t stop her from grinning and giggling, albeit with substantially more strain in her voice than when she’d been on the other end of the wedgie. She winced as she leaned forward and lifted one foot off the ground, which bumped her already bandaged knee cap against the kitchen island. “Okay, over?”

“You don’t even have to bend,” Okayu snickered as she hiked her friend’s briefs even higher. She knew that normally a thick white waistband like the kind clutched in her fingers would be a blocking force for administering an atomic wedgie, but she also knew that this pair had taken this tour enough times that the elastic was so worn it wouldn’t even put up a fight. The briefs let out a series of strained pops as she proved the point, but they stayed as in-tact as ever as Okayu dragged them over Korone’s fluffy brown hair and let them snap against the dog’s forehead, a crisp sound that she loved to be on the ‘giving’ end of.

“Ah–” Korone hissed in a tight breath through her gritted teeth as she took a waddling step back away from the island and reached one hand around behind her back to grip the cotton rope that blossomed from between her ass cheeks and stretched up toward her head. She didn’t try to pull it out, though, instead giving her friend an approving nod–as much of one as she could manage, at least–and a red-faced smirk. “Hell yeah. That’s a good one.”

Okayu huffed and folded her arms, though she was grinning too. “I hope it was worth it.”

Korone’s lids lowered smugly as she stepped forward and, to the cat’s surprise, pulled down the back of Okayu’s sweatpants to expose her split cheeks and plant a crisp smack on them before grabbing the bowl of fresh popcorn from the counter and sauntering toward the living room where the movie was waiting. “Yeah, it was worth it.”

Okayu, right butt cheek stinging, scoffed angrily and hustled after her friend to deliver a spank of her own, which made Korone squeak and almost drop the popcorn bowl. “There’s more where that came from too!” she promised, blowing off the surface of her palm like it was the smoking barrel of a gun.

Korone turned and gave her a grin over her shoulder and a wiggle of her wedgied, now slightly red, behind. “After the movie, I’m countin’ on it~”