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"You want to...what?" Paige asked, only half awake. It was midnight - he and the rest of the party had long since settled into their tents, getting a good night's rest before the journey ahead. The air was cool, not cold, and Paige had been sleeping soundly - wrapped up in the warm comfort of his sleeping bag. He hadn't quite understood the request Raltsy had asked moments prior, after a persistent series of taps and tugs had successfully woke him.

The Gardevoir stood with her arms crossed, making direct eye contact - Paige could tell she was wide awake. "Could I...give you a wedgie?" she asked again, being careful with her wording - she had a reputation for that. Clearly, she also had a reputation for not quite understanding that you're not supposed to wake people in the middle of the night and ask them of favors. Paige was young and naive, however, and cared little for the time of day if one of his companions needed someone to talk to, or wanted to be pet - whatever it was. But this wasn't a request anyone had asked him before. He didn't even know what a "wedgie" was. So the feminine boy politely asked, sitting up in his sleeping bag.

"Well...from the knowledge I've gathered, it's primarily played as a prank between close friends, such as our companions GJ and Fayth - or as a form of bullying, as I observed Vivian giving one to Prescilla, or that woman Shelly to Jamie."

"Vivian does love her pranks," Paige said groggily, cleaning the sleep from his eyes.

"Indeed...I have been the victim of said pranks enough to know that. I am one of the only few here to wear human clothing, after all. But I digress. I would like to be on the other end for once, though...just to see what it's like. I've asked everyone aforementioned that was capable of receiving already, and no one allowed me. Fayth in particular had some rather harsh words..."

"She can be prickly as a Cacturne, that's for sure," Paige mused, chuckling. "Alright, Raltsy - sure. What all do I have to do?"

Raltsy bounced up and down in her excitement, absolutely delighted. "Okay, it's simple..."

She used Psychic to open Paige's sleeping bag the rest of the way, exposing him - he'd only ever worn a shirt and underwear to bed. In this case, it was a loose, pink, long sleeved shirt, and grey bikini-cuts with a pink waistband - feminine boy, feminine clothes. She levitated him onto his feet, the motion waking the tired nomad the rest of the way as he caught his balance. Raltsy had nearly a foot on Paige - Paige being short for a boy his age, Raltsy being tall for a Gardevoir. She grinned as she took in their difference in height, in anticipation of what she was about to do to her companion.

"Alright, now turn around," she instructed, Paige doing as he was told. She curiously observed her trainer's curvy, chubby body - something she'd done without his knowledge on a regular basis, that often resulted in Vivian calling her a creep. She simply found it interesting how different human body structures could be from one another, whereas such variations tended to be less common among Pokemon. "I see you've developed a slight one already," Raltsy observed, noticing part of one of Paige's cheeks experiencing a slight draft. "A product of friction, thin, silky underwear, and your decidedly plentiful assets."

"i'll take that as a compliment," Paige daftly responded, habitually saving the fabric from his ever-hungry backside, and crossing is arms as he waited. "But, what exactly does this have to with underweeEEK?!!"

His question was rather abruptly answered as said fabric forcibly found its way back into its crevice, settling farther in than Paige had suspected they were capable of. Raltsy pulled a fistful of the panties straight up Paige's back with surprising strength, easing up on the pressure just a bit as she observed her companion's name etched into the tag in the back. "How...interesting," she thought aloud, a goofy grin and a bit of blush rushing to her face. "It feels...gratifying," she stated, tugging at the underwear and watching her victim squirm.

"I don't think 'gratifying' would be the word I'd use to describe this," Paige squealed uncomfortably, trying to hush himself to keep from waking the others. No, this was not something he'd felt before. He felt violated by his own clothing, and suddenly he felt a lot more respect toward Fayth and GJ for being able to still go after one another after taking much worse than this.

"No, I think gratifying is exactly the word I'd use," Raltsy said, grabbing ahold of the underwear with both arms, stretching them out and nearly lifting Paige off the ground. Pops and crackles came from the abused garment, it stretching far beyond its original intended size. Paige stumbled forward, and Raltsy happily pulled him back by way of the wedgie, pushing him forward again, and pulling him back again. She giggled at the absurdity of it all, her lifelong companion a squirming plaything at her fingertips.

"Okay, R-Raltsy, s-satisfied?" Paige asked, his legs trembling and his bottom in pain, cleaved by what was becoming a thin wire of torture.

"Almost," Raltsy admitted. She used both arms again, pulling him back close to her, and gave him the hardest, continuous pull she could muster, stretching the pair of panties just enough to hook over Paige's forehead by the waistband. She let go with a loud snap, stepping back to observe her work. She'd masterfully torn and stretched the underwear in just such a way that Paige's back didn't have to arch back for the fit, replicating a look she'd only been able to observe Vivian deliver. As Paige reached up to being attempting to free himself, Raltsy hit the boy with Hypnosis, knocking him out instantly. Raltsy caught the 'atomic wedgied' boy before he hit the ground using Psychic, and returned his limp body to the relative comfort of his sleeping bag - clad in a new, fitting 'night cap'. She smiled, laying herself down in the tent and breathing a sigh of relief.

Satisfied.

Of course, she'd fix him and clear his memory of the night's events by morning, leaving him with a pain in the butt and his underwear inexplicably a few sizes larger. No harm done...

At least, that's how she pictured it ending. A certain purple ghost by the name of Vivian had witnessed the whole thing. Hm...that wasn't very nice. I think I ought to return the favor tomorrow...

Well, that was a long one. Got the idea for this after bae pointed out that Poke Paige was the only one of the three variants of my persona to not have been drawn being wedgied. So, here we are. Thanks for reading!

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"You want to...what?" Paige asked, only half awake. It was midnight - he and the rest of the party had long since settled into their tents, getting a good night's rest before the journey ahead. The air was cool, not cold, and Paige had been sleeping soundly - wrapped up in the warm comfort of his sleeping bag. He hadn't quite understood the request Raltsy had asked moments prior, after a persistent series of taps and tugs had successfully woke him.

The Gardevoir stood with her arms crossed, making direct eye contact - Paige could tell she was wide awake. "Could I...give you a wedgie?" she asked again, being careful with her wording - she had a reputation for that. Clearly, she also had a reputation for not quite understanding that you're not supposed to wake people in the middle of the night and ask them of favors. Paige was young and naive, however, and cared little for the time of day if one of his companions needed someone to talk to, or wanted to be pet - whatever it was. But this wasn't a request anyone had asked him before. He didn't even know what a "wedgie" was. So the feminine boy politely asked, sitting up in his sleeping bag.

"Well...from the knowledge I've gathered, it's primarily played as a prank between close friends, such as our companions GJ and Fayth - or as a form of bullying, as I observed Vivian giving one to Prescilla, or that woman Shelly to Jamie."

"Vivian does love her pranks," Paige said groggily, cleaning the sleep from his eyes.

"Indeed...I have been the victim of said pranks enough to know that. I am one of the only few here to wear human clothing, after all. But I digress. I would like to be on the other end for once, though...just to see what it's like. I've asked everyone aforementioned that was capable of receiving already, and no one allowed me. Fayth in particular had some rather harsh words..."

"She can be prickly as a Cacturne, that's for sure," Paige mused, chuckling. "Alright, Raltsy - sure. What all do I have to do?"

Raltsy bounced up and down in her excitement, absolutely delighted. "Okay, it's simple..."

She used Psychic to open Paige's sleeping bag the rest of the way, exposing him - he'd only ever worn a shirt and underwear to bed. In this case, it was a loose, pink, long sleeved shirt, and grey bikini-cuts with a pink waistband - feminine boy, feminine clothes. She levitated him onto his feet, the motion waking the tired nomad the rest of the way as he caught his balance. Raltsy had nearly a foot on Paige - Paige being short for a boy his age, Raltsy being tall for a Gardevoir. She grinned as she took in their difference in height, in anticipation of what she was about to do to her companion.

"Alright, now turn around," she instructed, Paige doing as he was told. She curiously observed her trainer's curvy, chubby body - something she'd done without his knowledge on a regular basis, that often resulted in Vivian calling her a creep. She simply found it interesting how different human body structures could be from one another, whereas such variations tended to be less common among Pokemon. "I see you've developed a slight one already," Raltsy observed, noticing part of one of Paige's cheeks experiencing a slight draft. "A product of friction, thin, silky underwear, and your decidedly plentiful assets."

"i'll take that as a compliment," Paige daftly responded, habitually saving the fabric from his ever-hungry backside, and crossing is arms as he waited. "But, what exactly does this have to with underweeEEK?!!"

His question was rather abruptly answered as said fabric forcibly found its way back into its crevice, settling farther in than Paige had suspected they were capable of. Raltsy pulled a fistful of the panties straight up Paige's back with surprising strength, easing up on the pressure just a bit as she observed her companion's name etched into the tag in the back. "How...interesting," she thought aloud, a goofy grin and a bit of blush rushing to her face. "It feels...gratifying," she stated, tugging at the underwear and watching her victim squirm.

"I don't think 'gratifying' would be the word I'd use to describe this," Paige squealed uncomfortably, trying to hush himself to keep from waking the others. No, this was not something he'd felt before. He felt violated by his own clothing, and suddenly he felt a lot more respect toward Fayth and GJ for being able to still go after one another after taking much worse than this.

"No, I think gratifying is exactly the word I'd use," Raltsy said, grabbing ahold of the underwear with both arms, stretching them out and nearly lifting Paige off the ground. Pops and crackles came from the abused garment, it stretching far beyond its original intended size. Paige stumbled forward, and Raltsy happily pulled him back by way of the wedgie, pushing him forward again, and pulling him back again. She giggled at the absurdity of it all, her lifelong companion a squirming plaything at her fingertips.

"Okay, R-Raltsy, s-satisfied?" Paige asked, his legs trembling and his bottom in pain, cleaved by what was becoming a thin wire of torture.

"Almost," Raltsy admitted. She used both arms again, pulling him back close to her, and gave him the hardest, continuous pull she could muster, stretching the pair of panties just enough to hook over Paige's forehead by the waistband. She let go with a loud snap, stepping back to observe her work. She'd masterfully torn and stretched the underwear in just such a way that Paige's back didn't have to arch back for the fit, replicating a look she'd only been able to observe Vivian deliver. As Paige reached up to being attempting to free himself, Raltsy hit the boy with Hypnosis, knocking him out instantly. Raltsy caught the 'atomic wedgied' boy before he hit the ground using Psychic, and returned his limp body to the relative comfort of his sleeping bag - clad in a new, fitting 'night cap'. She smiled, laying herself down in the tent and breathing a sigh of relief.

Satisfied.

Of course, she'd fix him and clear his memory of the night's events by morning, leaving him with a pain in the butt and his underwear inexplicably a few sizes larger. No harm done...

At least, that's how she pictured it ending. A certain purple ghost by the name of Vivian had witnessed the whole thing. Hm...that wasn't very nice. I think I ought to return the favor tomorrow...

Well, that was a long one. Got the idea for this after bae pointed out that Poke Paige was the only one of the three variants of my persona to not have been drawn being wedgied. So, here we are. Thanks for reading!