Moore and Carrie

“Come on, Nala, where did you wander off to?” Elvira Moore Torres, or more commonly known as Moore, wondered out loud as she scanned the ballroom for her best friend. Moore and Nala have been invited to a Summer ball called the Summer Bully Ball. Normally, Moore would be apprehensive about going to an event with the word “Bully” in the name, but Nala convinced her to go with her, promising she’d be right there to protect Moore from any bullies, but almost as soon as they got into the building, the best friends got separated. And now Moore was wandering around, looking for her back up because she could feel more and more eyes finding their way to her oversized ass.

“Moore? Is that you!?” was all Moore heard before she was all but tackled from the side by a much taller woman. As soon as her panic subsided, Moore was able to tell that the woman who pounced on her was just one of her other friends, Carrie Ogygia. A tall, dark skinned African American woman with pink hair and large round glasses.

“O-oh, hey Carrie. Didn’t know you’d be here too,” Moore said as she looked at the taller woman who was hooking her arms into Moore’s.

“Yeah! I was so excited when I got the invite!” Carrie exclaimed, “It’s been a while since I last came to the Wedgie Nexus!”

“The what? Isn’t this ball just hosted in an abandoned warehouse?” Moore asked.

“It’s not, but anyways, I love your dress!” Carrie squealed.

Moore was wearing a dual-colored long sleeve dress with a v-neck. It was dark blue and gold with dark blue sleeves and a dark blue star on her left hip, cutting through the gold that covered most of her torso. It was contrasted with Carrie’s white dress with two large holes in the hips, showing off the sides of her underwear and the surrounding skin. The dress was also covered in vines and leaves.

“Thanks! Yours is nice too. Love the fake plants,” Moore beamed.

“Hehe, these aren’t fake, they’re real,” Carrie said as one of the vines slowly moved, repositioning itself on her body, “But enough about me! Why were you looking around so much?”

“Oh, well, I was looking for Nala. She said she’d be here to help protect me from anyone who might have wanted to bully me here, but we got separated, and I don’t know where she is,” Moore replied, looking around again, quickly getting more and more concerned the more she saw people staring at her. Some of her “admirers were actively bullying others around them. From wedgies to wet willies, they were doing these while staring at Moore with a hunger in their eyes.

“Well, why don’t you stick with me?” the bespeckled woman asked as she stood up straight, taking her arms out of Moore’s so she could flex as she said the next part, “Despite my… appreciation for being bullied, I am pretty strong, and could protect you if you wanted”

Moore quickly looked between her nerdy white knight and the crowd of herds and bullies that surrounded them. Despite her lack of confidence that Carrie was actually that strong, she knew she’d feel more at ease beside her than alone, and if she did get bullied, she’d prefer it be done with one of her friends than by herself.

“Fine,” she sighed, trying to hide the smile that was creeping up on her face.

“Τέλειο!” Carrie shouted as she retangled her arms with Moore’s and began leading her friend away from the crowd, “Now, I hear that the waitstaff here can shapeshift into anyone we want and will let you bully them or have them bully you! What say you, we have them turn into some of our bullies and we wedgie them as much as we want?”

“I~ think I’ll sit that activity out and watch you do what you want,” Moore sheepishly said.

“Okay~ But since you’re not participating, you don’t have a say if I make them look like you and wedgie them to my heart's content, or maybe I’ll let them wedgie me while they look like you <3” Carrie joked.

“Wha- no!” Moore laughed, despite knowing Carrie was most likely joking, but still not wanting to take the chance.