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Plunge into Soul Eater and give anyone you please a tug or twenty on their undies!

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Chapter #4

Maka, disciplining her weapon for his negligenc...

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A yawning Maka walked into the kitchen of her house, rubbing her eyes and walking towards the fridge. On the way there, she saw a sink full of dirty dishes. Stopping to look at them, she blinked her eyes a few times. Suddenly standing bolt upright, Maka began stomping up the stairs towards Souls room. Throwing open Souls door, Maka saw her partner lying on his stomach. "Soul, I told you to do the dishes last night! What the heck?"

Soul gave no response as he snored contentedly. Maka gritted her teeth in anger, walking over next to souls bed in a huff. As she was about to yell into his ear, he saw that Soul was wearing just a shirt and blue boxers. "Hmm...Okay Soul. Have it your way!" Maka then grabbed the waistband of Souls boxers and ripped them right into his tush. "AGH! What the-AHA!!" Soul's hands covered up his exposed cheeks with his hands as Maka wedged the stretchy undies to the back of his neck with a beaming smile on her face. "MAKAAA...What the hell...!?"

"This is what you get for not doing your share of the chores!" Soul's eyes opened in realization. "Oh dammit... Sorry, I forgot..." Maka looked down at Soul with an annoyed quirk in her brow "For like tthe third time this month! Well-" Maka then grabbed the leg holes of souls undies and wrenched them up as well, making his boxer's resemble a thong as the blue cotton material shot deeply into his butt. "ACK! GAH...If you let go of my underwear I can go do them right now!" Maka shook her head sternly. "Nope. When I said before tomorrow, I mean it!" Maka then yanked up Soul's leg holes as hard as she could, ripping the material slightly as the undies rose to Souls neck once more. "AHAAA...!"

Maka wrenched the panties from side to side, grinding the material hard against his burning tush. "How's that feel?" Maka pushed Soul against the wall as she pulled as hard as she could, ripping the boxers mercilessly against his bare butt. "AAAAAAAH..." Soul felt his panties ripping over his head, unable to move from the amount of pain in his rear. With one last big pull, Maka pulled Soul's panties clear over his chin, holding the thin cotton strip firmly in his burning tush. "UNNN..." Maka sat on the groaning boys back, keeping him from picking his horribly stinging wedgie. In the next instant, Maka then grabbed the thin cotton strip in her fist and yanked upwards as hard as she could, lifting Soul's butt with it. "UHUUNG...!!" Soul felt the unforgiving material rip even further into his tush, his mind completely blank as all he could focus on was the burning, tingling sensation.

Maka loved every second of wrenching the material into her weapons helpless tushy, laughing as he kicked vainly from under her. "MAKA, ILL DO THE DISHES JUST PLEAAASE...!!" Maka had to stifle her laughter before responding. "Oh, don't trouble yourself, Soul. Ill get right on that. You just stay here and rest up..." With this, Maka lifted Soul into the air by the middle of his wedgied panties and carried him over to the door of his room. Using all her strength, Maka lifted Souls leg holes over the top of the door, wen't to the other side while holding the panties in place, then closed the door to hold them in place. "UNNNN...Makaaaaa..." Maka talked to Soul through his door, a jubilant quality to her voice. "Ill come get you when breakfast is ready!"

"Ugh..." Soul hung against his stretched out undies, his waistband still over his chin. His butt frimly against the door, Soul felt the constant pressure of the boxers crammed against it. "Damn it...She is so dead..."

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