The Titalizing Tale of the Teaseleaf

The first day after colleges let out for Christmas/winter break is always a special day, and for the students of Web SkyDay University, this was no exception. The Rho Nu Epsilon fraternity house was known for holding killer Christmas parties every year and Cathleen Sulivan would be damned if she missed this year’s party. And rumor has it that every year the PNE guys would hang up one mistletoe that was different from the others. One of the mistletoes wasn’t a mistletoe at all. Instead, it was a Teaseleaf. A plant that is closely related to the traditional Christmas plant but looked different and had a different tradition behind it. The teaseleaf looks similar to a maple leaf but the leaf blade is divided into 3 sections instead of 5 like a regular maple leaf and the berry at the top of the leaf looks like a red fist, making the entire thing look like a pair of ripped underwear in someone’s fist. This has led to a tradition where if you see someone standing under this leaf, instead of kissing them, you bully them in whatever way you see fit.

And as Cathleen mingled with some people and walked around the frat house dodging the mistletoes hanging above the place, she is forced to stop as she spots the last person she expected to see at the party. Nala Frazier, the local track star of WSDU, constant victim to Cathleen and her friend’s bullying, and Cathleen’s crush, was standing under an archway separating the living room and the dinning room. She was so surprised because Nala didn’t seem like the kind of girl to go to a party, but here she was, in all her glory a few feet away from Cathleen at a party, red solo cup in hand. Her face blushed as she looked up to see a mistletoe hanging above the dark skinned woman of her dreams standing under a mistletoe. Was this the moment Cathleen was waiting for? A chance to really kiss Nala and maybe even tell her how she really felt, but soon Cathleen’s hopes were shattered her face would soon return to normal and lose the blush before switching to a sinister grin as soon as she was that it wasn’t a mistletoe but instead it was the rumored teaseleaf. She might not get the chance to kiss Nala and confess her love to her, but at least she would get to do what she always does, bully Nala.

As Cathleen snuck up behind Nala with her arms raised like a cartoon villain trying to sneak away, the crowd began to shush as they took notice of the situation and the special leaf that Nala accidentally parked herself under as she talked away with one of her fellow teammates. A few people tried to get to Nala before Cathleen could, but one glare from her was all it took to scare them away.

Once Cathleen was right behind the dark-skinned dork was when Nala finally realized everyone had gone silent. Before she could look behind her to see what everyone was smiling and giggling about, she felt two dive into the sides of her light blue shorts and grab the string that was her light gray thong as an all too familiar voice belonging to the serenade-skinned woman who bit her lip before she spoke.

“A cutie like you should really watch where you’re standing. Don’t you think?”

“Wha- C-c-cathleen? What do you mean ‘cut-”

Before Nala could utter another word, she was cut off as the thin string of cotton that is her thong shot up between her plump butt cheeks as the side of her thong was yanked out of her shorts and towards the bottom part of her ribcage. With this, the crowd went wild at the sight before them. While it’s not too unusual to see the college’s track star having her underwear be yanked by the Asian bully, it was the first time it publicly happened in a place where alcohol was involved so the drunk crowd was more hyped than it usually would have been as with all the times this happened on campus.

After that first yank, Nala began to blush harder, partially at the embarrassment she felt as she was wedgied in front of a crowd this large, and partially because of what Cathleen had just called her. As she shoved her hands between her legs in an all but futile attempt to lessen the pain, Nala couldn’t waste time on thinking about what she’d just been called because the sides of her thong were once again yanked to the high heavens as another round of cheers and applause erupted from the drunk party goers. With every yank on Nala’s growing thong came another round of cheers from the partiers and a few shouts from people who wanted to see the thong ripped off or for Cathleen to yank down Nala’s shorts and give her a spanking. But Cathleen ignored these cries for more wedgies and instead, focused on Nala’s cries for less wedgies as she pulled more cheers from the crowds as she pulled more thong out of Nala’s shorts. Yank, cheer, yank, cheer, yank, cheer. This cycle continued until Cathleen felt she had enough of it stretched out to do what she wanted next.

And luckily for Cathleen, someone was walking past with just the thing she needed. As if on cue, a man with a plate of chips and a jar of salsa walked past on his way to the living room. Cathleen swiped the jar and glared at the man to stop him from protesting the theft of his sauce. With her newly acquired jar, the taller woman moved quickly as she let go of Nala’s thong and forced her head in between her thighs, trapping her there and leaving her to the bully’s mercy.

And as quickly as she did that, Cathleen quickly pulled back on the thong as she tipped the jar over and dumped glob after glob into Nala’s thong before emptying the jar and putting it back on the plate.

With the thong significantly loaded, Cathleen grabbed the back of the thong as she pulled up again, creating a mess of Nala’s lower region as she pulled a new cry of pain and discomfort from Nala and new cries of happiness from the crowd including more shouts for her to rip them. The messy wedgie could have been better if it wasn’t a thong, Cathleen could admit that, but she was just happy and excited to get another chance to give Nala a wedgie.

Maybe a little too excited, because in all her jubilation and the shouts of the cheers, Cathleen failed to hear all the snapping and popping sounds coming from the thong. And before she knew it, she fell backwards as the thong’s middle string broke and she landed on her ass as Nala fell to a heap on the ground. They were barely able to hear their own thoughts over the cheers and groans of the college students around them. Some were cheering because from their drunken perspective, it looked like Nala listened to their requests of a ripping wedgie. The ones groaning are the people who are able to realize that the fun’s over since there’s nothing to yank anymore. But even through all of this, Cathleen was able to crawl over to the fallen girl and whisper in her ear.

“I had a blast, beautiful. We should do this again”

And with that, Cathleen got up and left the frat house as she covered her blushing face in embarrassment over the fact she said that to her crush. And left Nala with her own blushing face, a sore ass, and a new feeling swelling up in her chest as she looked over at the retreating bully.

Description

This was a part of a Secret Santa gift exchange I was a part of in a wedgie writing Discord Server I'm in. One of my prompts was: Mistletoe but for wedgies and an attempt for someone to try and get with their crush. And luckily for me, I already had a mistletoe for wedgies. And remember, the Teaseleaf is something that any writer or artist can use for their projects.