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Even the mighty cheerleaders have their...bad days. And no, I still have not finished the exams. This is just a piece I managed to do during a brake
Carol and Amy are sleepallof2day.deviantart.com/ OCs
If someone told Carol to name one good thing about her highschool it would be that there was seldom a boring moment in it. Lower your guard and you may find yourself at the mercy of one of the many predators that stalked the halways, few of whom would think twice before ripping and feeding your own underwear. Strenght in numbers, sneeking skills or just plain luck were among the few things one could use to scape this fate.
Or a mix of the last two, like Carol was using at the moment.
“Adams! Get your ass back here you loser!” shouted the voice of one of the school’s many bullies, a voice that was coming dangerously close to the running, brown-haired girl. Fear gave her wings and she jumped and turned like an arrow, any byastanders only getting a blurry image of a terrified girl of white shirt and jeans before she was gone. Carol turned another corner and pushed her back against the wall, silently gasping for air as the pack of growling bullies kept running forward, missing the frozen girl by only a couple of feet. Once they were gone, Carol closed her eyes and dropped on the floor.
“To....close...” she panted before forcing her tired neck to turn a little, just so she could glance at her jeans and give a soft tug to the panties underneath. It was an old pair, miraculously intact even with the rainbows over its blue surface. She would have chosen another pair, but the panties she had prepared for the day had dissapeared and so she was doomed to spend the day wearing panties that almost screamed “Wedgie me!” everywhere she go. She almost felt like Sandra...
Once she had rested (and her underwear were back under her jeans) the brown-haired girl rose to her feet and continued her walk. Two turns to the left and she would finaly reach the entrance, meet with Yuki and scape from the bully-infested wilderness. A day without suffering a wedgie...it was sad how rare those were!
She was yanked away from her fantasies by the sound of a door being pushed open. Not knowing what else to do, Carol jumped behind a trashcan and bit her lower lip, her heart beating like a drum again as she awaited for the bully to come out and find her. Then, she would have to kiss her panties goodbye and also what little dignity she had left for wearing them...
“It was fun! We will have another meeting after school and don´t forget to bring a larger pair that actualy fits your butt!” laughed a voice which was strangely familiar.
Carol risked a peek and cursed under her breath when she saw Amy, her mad nemesis, jumping happily away like a well-fed rabbit, whistleing some strange song while leaving the room’s door open. Once she was gone, Carol came out from hidding and aproached the room “Maybe it is just Sandra...” she whispered to herself “After all, she said something about fitting her butt” as she drew closer, Carol began to hear low mutters and angry grunts of annoyance. But these were low and contained, not the loud growls and angry cursing Sandra was famous for. Curiousity won over safety and Carol looked inside.
She was surprised to find the captain of the cheerleaders squad, standing in the middle of the otherwise empty room. Janet was the typical blonde cheerleader in many ways: Her hair was long and golden, her legs were long, her body athletic and with the shape of an hourglass. Under her tight, black and red uniform she displayed a heavy pair of breasts which always bounced when she walked or practiced with the squad. Heck, the only thing she needed to be the perfect cheerleader was to be cheerful in the first place.
Only now, she seemed to have a reason for the frown on her face.
Janet froze, jaw slightly unclenched in shock as Carol’s eyes got a good look at her current image. The captain of the cheerleaders, one of the most feared girls in all the highschool, was now suffering something usualy only reserved to the nerds and losers her team made fun of. Her mini-skirt was down, revealing a surprisingly big and round butt, pale and soft. Between the twin buttocks, a stream of white cotton erupted, stretching all the way over her athletic back, a yellow smily face in the middle, before resting some inches over Janet’s forehead. It was only when she reached that place that Carol’s brain understood what had happened.
Amy had just given Janet an atomic wedgie!
“Adams...don´t you dare” warned the blonde, her cheeks showing a soft pink over them as she saw how the corners of Carol’s lips twitched up “I swear, I will give you the wedgie of a lifetime if you...”
Of course, Carol could just not hold and she bursted out laughing, tears streaming down her face, even as the angered blonde jumped on her and thrusted her embarassing panties up. Clenching her teeth, Janet lifted the still-laughing girl over the floor and began to bounce her, which only made some moans appear as Carol kept laughing and kicking in the air. She was having so much fun, she did not even notice the nametag with her name on Janet’s atomic-wedgied underwear.
Efficient to the core, it only took Janet two minutes to snap Carol’s panties over her nose and throw the giggling girl into the can, laughter soon turning into moaning and whimpering as the pain of her atomic defeated the girl’s amusement.
“One word and I will make sure you stay in trashcans until the graduation, am I clear?” hissed Janet.
“C-crystal” and even if she wanted to, no one would believe her.
Even then, not all the threats of the world could make her forget Janet’s face as she was found. It would make Carol had to bit her lip to not giggle every time she laid eyes on the blonde. This brought her many more trips to the can true, but Carol always got the last laugh.
