PsychoCyclone95

Well, I can't believe that it has almost been 5 years since the release date of my favorite game of all time: Puppeteer for the PlayStation 3! To celebrate this momentous occasion, I will FINALLY write my long-awaited fanfic for Puppeteer! But I can't do it alone, I need help, if anyone wants to help on my quest for awesome glory, please let me know in the comments section below! In case you all were curious about the story (and you should be), it will be split into 2 sections; one being a retelling of the game and the other being focused on my favorite characters within said game, Generals Pig & Sheep! That is all for now, have a nice day and rest of your week!

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Once upon a time in 1950s America, there lived a girl named Constance, but her friends called her Connie, leader of a greaser gang called the Jaquettes and her cute, slightly plump girlfriend named Carla. Carla and Connie loved each other very much; they often went on picnics, but one day, they were attacked by Frankie and his gang, the Rollers. Connie fought valiantly, but she was dog piled and then BRUTALLY wedgied in her slightly embarrassing (note: this IS the 50s; the underwear choices for BOTH genders weren't exactly suave or sexy) and in the most vile and despicable way possible: the difficult-to-pull-off, but not impossible hanging atomic wedgie. After seeing this, Carla attacked the Rollers with all her might, she suffered a similar fate; the only difference being her panties had pink hearts on them. After Frankie and his gang had left, Connie, struggling through the pain, heard her girlfriend crying and that darn near tore her heart apart. "Don't cry, Carla. I've been through worse wedgies in grade school." "I haven't!" Sobbed Carla, her backside engulfed in incalculable pain. Realizing she needed to help take Carla's mind off her pain, Connie decided to tell her the story of the worst wedgie she ever received in her life: the Dread Bunflosser!

"It all started when I was 10. My oldest cousin, Candace, who was living with us, got suspended from high school for the 2nd time in a row. As you can imagine, her parents chewed her out on it and, you guessed it, she took her anger out on me. I guess you could say that she had a BIG influence on my current life. But until that day, I did not fear her. I WORSHIPED her. Until then, I just took her wedgies with a smile on my face. But that was before IT happened. Candace had heard a rumor of a new, but difficult wedgie: the Dead Bunflosser, a supposedly uber wedgie developed by professional juvenile delinquents. And, you guessed it again, she tested it out on me. It all happened so fast, one minute, I'm playing with my toy car the next, Candy, as we called her, was giving me an atomic wedgie (in my frilly pink undies, I say in a very embarrassed voice), hanging me from a VERY high tree branch, and then pulling on my legs until my underwear ripped. On that day, I discovered fear, and let me just say I Did NOT like it one bit. Even to this day, EIGHT YEARS LATER, I still have nightmares of that horrible day."

"Wow! I'm so sorry that that happened to you, Connie." "Believe me, I'm sorry, too. There's a reason Candy was and is called The Wedgie Witch." Suddenly, they heard foot steps, and they fear it was the Rollers coming to finish the job. Thankfully, it was the other members of the Jaquettes: Triss and Debby, the OTHER couple in the group and Rolly, a former member of the Rollers herself. "Oh my gosh! Connie! Carla! Those cursed Rollers! Look at what they did to our fearless leader and her cutie sweetheart!" said Debby in shock causing Carla to slightly blush and causing Connie to say "Gee. Thanks Debby. As if having my own undergarments turned against me is bad enough, now I have you to basically tell the whole of anyone in hearing range that I got wedgied to all heck." in her MOST sarcastic voice. Rolly and Triss helped Carla down, but Debby, a little miffed about the sarcastic comment, decided to teach her "fearless leader" a little lesson in being grateful. Before Connie could object, Debby pulled her legs down, increasing the wedgie's potency by several thousand percent. "OWWW! DEBBY, WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!?!" asked Connie, having traumatic flashbacks of the Bunflosser Incident. "I'm just trying to get you down, boss." replied Debby, THOROUGHLY enjoying Connie's painful predicament. After what felt like hours, the panties eventually ripped, and Connie crashed into Debby. "YEOWCH!! I can't feel my butt!! How's Carla?" "Fine, thanks to your friends, Connie. Speaking of, what kept you?! I think I can't EVER look at a tree the same way again!"

"Well, those Sleazy Rollers got us just after gym class. They gave Triss and me connected atomic wedgies and gave poor Rolly, a painful looking atomic. That is the only reason we're not here sooner." Explained Debby. "Oh, Okay. And by the way Debby, if You EVER think of wedgieing me again, I'll do to you what the Rollers did to me, but I'll do it on the flag pole, GOT IT?!" "Yes." Squeaked Debby, already covering her butt in fear. "Well, I don't know about you girls but I'M heading home to plan our revenge against the Rollers. I am NOT looking forward to walking home after that horrible experience. Ow! Ow! Ow! OW!" Winced Connie, the pain of the wedgie still fresh on her mind and bottom.

The End, Litterally!!

based on a webcomic by Cheriiart- If your seeing this Ma'am, please don't sue!

It was a warm and sunny spring say in the kingdom of Asheland and our heroines; Princess Adrienne and her faithful sidekick Bedelia we're taking a break form their epic and noble quest to rescue Adrienne's captured sisters. "Phew! This hammer sure is heavy!" said Bedelia as she sat down to recast. "Tell me about it. The armor-stench has reached critical levels." said Adrienne as she took off her helmet and began to look around her to keep an eye out for enemies. As she looked, she spied a thin strip of white-with-pink-frills fabric coming from Bedelia's pants. Remembering a less-than-pleasant memory of her childhood when her brother had given her a wedgie that ripped her favorite undies and wishing to teach the Dwarven blacksmith a thing or to about not letting your hard down, Adrienne snuck up behind her and after grabbing the frilly fabric, whispered in the girls ear, "Wedgie!" "Wait! No, NoOOOOWWW!!!" said the red headed girl after her undies began to work their painful magic on her butt. She screamed for help, but in vain; her wedgie-giver was the only person around for miles along with Sparky, her loyal pet dragon. Suddenly, memories of school came back of the boy she had a crush on; until he and his friends gave her a brutal hanging atomic and laughed at her for a full 30 minuets. After a while, the princess let go leaving the Dwarven beauty to tumble to the ground, both hands rushing towards her aching buttocks. The princess just stood there and said to her, "Keep your pants up or next time I'll make it atomic." The poor girl just laid there trying in vain to remove the object of her discomfort from her aching booty. She secretly promised that royalty or not, Adrienne would suffer the same pain that she had suffered only moments ago. Later that day, as the princess sleep, Bedelia began to execute Operation: Bunflossing Beat down. Slowly and silently, she crept towards where the princess slept and after grabbing the waistband of her red polka dotted panties, she whispered, "wedgie." Into her victims ear, being careful not to wake her early. "OOOUCHIEEEEE!!!" exclaimed the pain filled princess who was quickly receiving a taste of her own medicine and did not like it one bit. This was a billion times worse than the panty-ripper she got when she was a girl, for one, Bedelia was infinitely more stronger than her brother. "Okay, okay! I give up! You win!" Screamed the poor princess, desperate to do anything to end her silky smooth suffering. "Not yet." Expressed Bedelia, wanting to protect her panties against any future attacks from the rebellious royal and began stretching the already over stretched fabric as far as it would go finally stopping just shy of the poor girls eyes. Bedelia simply smiled, like a wolf closing in for the kill and said, "Enjoy the Atomic, your majesty!" Before finally bringing the super stretchy undies over her eyes in a painful atomic wedgie. But before her so-called friend could go back to sleep, she began to feel her own undies tug and pull against her; it was Sparky, Adrienne's faithful pet dragon. Seeking to "avenge" her master's defeat and wanting to HIV it a try for her self, the loyal steed began by "playing" with Bedelia's already  stretched out from earlier undies, which lead to countless amounts of screaming from the wedgiefied warrior who tried in vain to get the dragon to stop; the reptilian fire-breather would only obey the one person who right now wouldn't help her for all the gold in the world. The dragon started just as soon as it began, but not before making the poor girl suffer the same date as her master; an Atomic wedgie. Adrienne and Bedelia just latex there, unable to see anything besides the fabric that blinded them. Realizing they were both to weak to remove the undies of discomfort, they just accepted their painful date, prayed that no one saw them like that, and went to sleep. As they slept the pain away, they both had similar dreams; both involved their childhoods and both involved them getting wedgies...