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My paintbrush tail droops, leaving a faint streak of paint on the table edge. I know that confident strut before I even look up.\n\nChloe saunters in like she owns the whole campus. Her sleek purple Liepard fur, dotted with yellow spots, shines under the studio lights. Her skinny black jeans hug her hips, and the fashionable gray top she's wearing probably cost more than my entire scholarship stipend. Her tail flicks lazily behind her as she scans the room, then locks onto me with that cruel little smirk.\n\n``Well, well. If it isn't Little Miss loser spending another thrilling Friday with her mud pies.''\n\nMy heart starts to hammer so hard I can feel it in my throat. High school flashes through my mind. Thoughts of being shoved into lockers, hearing the laughter as someone yanked my panties up in the hallway, the way everyone always looked the other way. \n\nI'd hoped college would be different, that Mon here would be too busy with their own lives to bother with a shy, dorky Smeargle like me. I was wrong. Chloe made it her mission from day one to make my life hell.\n\nI would report her to the college, but her parents donate so much money that they would probably just end up kicking me out. \n\nMy paintbrush tail stays low, the tip twitching nervously. ``Chloe... I'm just trying to finish my project. Can you please-''\n\n``Can I what?'' She laughs, loud and sharp, circling the table like a predator. ``Can I leave the poor little artist alone? Please, Deja, tell me how important your `dream' is.'' She makes air quotes with her claws. ``I have an actual future. Not setting myself up to be a starving loser who waits tables while my sculptures gather dust.''\n\nI swallow hard. My voice comes out small and shaky. ``I'm... I'm following my dream. Art is what I'm good at.''\n\nChloe stops right beside me, close enough that her expensive perfume cuts through the smell of clay. ``Dreams don't pay rent, loser.'' She leans down, eyes narrowing at my sculpture. ``This is what you've been wasting your time on? Looks like a sad little mud puppy having an identity crisis.''\n\nI don't answer immediately. My paws tremble as I keep working, pressing the clay a little harder than I should. The burn of her gaze makes my cheeks hot under my fur. I won't let her see how much she scares me. This sculpture is mine. My dream. She can mock it all she wants, but I'm not giving up.\n\n``What is this anyway?'' Chloe asks, reaching out before I can stop her.\n\nShe scoops the sculpture up in her paws. Clay crumbles a little at the base. My stomach drops like I've been punched.\n\n``Chloe, please be careful! That took me three weeks!'' 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Chloe laughs, loud and delighted. ``Are these little hearts on your panties?''\n\nI yelp again, louder, twisting and kicking. ``Chloe, stop! It hurts. Please!''\n\nShe laughs right in my ear, still holding the stretched waistband high and giving it another sharp tug that makes me squeak. \n\nHer voice is like nails in my ears. ``Heart panties? At nineteen? That's actually pathetic. Look at you, scrambling around like a little dork in baby undies.''\n\nMy face burns with shame. ``I wasn't expecting anyone to see them.'' \n\nI squirm, trying to reach back and tug the fabric loose, but every movement only makes it dig deeper. My jeans ride up tight with the pull, stretching across my thighs. Tears start at the corners of my eyes, but I bite them back hard.\n\nChloe gives one last vicious yank, lifting me clear off my paws for a heartbeat before dropping me back down. The waistband snaps against my hips with a stinging pop. \n\nI stumble forward on all fours, again. The burning ache settles deep between my cheeks and around my tail base. I stay there, trembling, trying to catch my breath while Chloe's laughter echoes around the empty studio.\n\nChloe's paws are back on my panties a second later. She lifts, actually lifts me by the stretched waistband. My paws leave the floor. My legs kick uselessly in the air as she carries me toward the wall where the heavy art-supply hooks are bolted.\n\n``Up you go, loser.'' She cackles, tail swishing with delight.\n\nThe heart-patterned fabric stretches even tighter, burning like a rope being dragged across my pussy, yanking hard at the base of my tail. My tail tip thrashes, smearing a frantic streak of leftover clay across the floor. She hooks the waistband over the metal peg with a clink.\n\nShe lets go, and I drop a few inches before the fabric snaps taut. I'm left hanging there, feet dangling a foot off the ground. The pressure on my hips and between my cheeks is constant, throbbing fire that radiates up my tail and across my lower back.\n\n``Let me down!'' I whimper, paws grabbing desperately at the waistband, trying to ease the awful pull. My claws dig into the stretched cotton, but it doesn't budge.\n\nChloe steps back, admiring her work with a satisfied smirk. ``Look at that. Hanging like a pathetic little painting.''\n\nMy ears flatten tight against my head. ``Chloe... please... it really hurts...''\n\nShe paces back and forth a few times, pretending to think hard. ``Hmm. Something's missing.''\n\nBefore I can beg again, she grabs the sides of my paint-stained jeans and yanks them down around my ankles in one swift motion. Cool air hits my bare legs and the exposed strip of fur above my panties. I yelp, paws flying down to cover my exposed pussy lips, but the movement only makes the hanging wedgie dig deeper.\n\nChloe laughs so hard she snorts. ``Stay right there.'' She pulls out her phone, taps the screen, and points it at me. ``Smile for the group chat, art bitch.'' The camera flashes. I hear the whoosh of a sent message. ``There. The girls are gonna love this.''\n\nMy stomach twists. She actually sent it. By Monday the whole school will have seen me like this. Heart panties stretched tight, jeans around my ankles,and face burning red. The humiliation crashes over me hotter than the pain. I wasn't expecting anyone to see these panties, they were just clean. Now they're a joke.\n\n``Chloe, you have to stop!'' My voice comes out strained, cracking from the constant burning pressure. ``Please... Someone could walk in...''\n\n``Don't think I will, dork.'' She pockets the phone and steps close again.\n\nShe reaches up and grabs the front of my panties. The band is already pulled so tight against my stomach that she has to struggle to get a good grip. Then she yanks upward in slow, deliberate, and mean tugs.\n\nThe front wedgie presses in. 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I plead, voice small and shaky. ``Please... haven't you done enough?''\n\nShe starts dragging me toward the studio door, her grip strong and unyielding. My bare legs kick and scramble against the tile. The jeans tangled around my ankles trip me with every step, forcing me to shuffle in awkward, humiliating little hops. \n\nMy tail thrashes uselessly against her hip, the paintbrush tip smearing a faint streak of clay on her black jeans. The wedgie is still lodged deep, the heart-patterned fabric burning with every movement.\n\n``Wait! Someone could see!'' I squirm harder, paws clutching at her arm. ``Please, let me go. I won't tell anyone, just-''\n\n``Would you shut the fuck up and walk, dork.'' she snaps, tightening the headlock until my cheek presses harder into her side. \n\nShe marches me down the empty hallway like I weigh nothing. The cool night air from the open windows brushes across my exposed fur and bare legs, making me shiver. Every shuffling step makes the tight wedgie shift and dig again, a constant throbbing reminder between my cheeks and around my tailbase.\n\nMy paws claw uselessly at her arm, but she's stronger. I can hear distant party music thumping from the dorms, laughter drifting on the breeze. The thought of someone stepping out and seeing me like this, makes my face burn hotter than the fabric. That photo she sent is probably already circulating. \n\n``Chloe... '' I whimper, voice cracking as another sharp tug on my neck forces me forward. ``My jeans... I can't even-''\n\nShe just laughs, low and mean. ``You don't need jeans, dork. This is a good look for you honestly. Half-naked and whining like the nerd you are. Maybe next time you'll think twice before wasting everyone's time with your mud pies.''\n\nShe kicks the bathroom door open with a bang and drags me forward. I slap uselessly at her arm, paws looking for any grip as she shoves me inside an open stall.\n\n``Down, bitch!'' she growls, forcing my knees onto the cold, hard tile. The chill bites straight through my fur.\n\nI try to scramble backward, but Chloe plants a heavy paw on the back of my head and pushes me forward. I stare down at the toilet bowl, the sharp smell of cleaner stinging my nostrils and making my eyes water.\n\n``You can't be serious, Chloe!'' I gasp, voice trembling. ``Come on. This is too far!''\n\nWithout another word, she shoves my face down. My muzzle plunges into the cold water. Bubbles explode around my nose and mouth. The sudden shock makes my whole body jerk. She holds me under for a long second, then I hear the handle rattle as she flushes.\n\nWater rushes quickly past my face, swirling around my ears and up my nose. The toilet gurgles as it drains, only to start refilling immediately with fresh cold water. \n\nThis can't be happening. The thought screams through my head as water rushes up my nose. My face is in a toilet because some rich Liepard decided my art project looked stupid. My tail lashes wildly, slapping the stall walls with wet smacks. I just wanted to finish my sculpture. Why does she always have to ruin everything?\n\nShe finally yanks my head up. I gasp and cough, toilet water spraying from my mouth. My paws fly to my face, trying to wipe the liquid from my eyes and dripping fur.\n\nBefore I can catch my breath, she shoves me back under. At the same time, her free paw reaches back, hooks into the already-stretched waistband of my heart-patterned panties, and yanks upward hard. Another vicious wedgie to add to the degradation.\n\nThe fabric saws higher with the pull, the burning line racing across my hips and deep between my pussy lips. My tail feels like it's on fire from the constant upward yank. \n\nCold water floods my ears, muffling everything except the roar of the flush and Chloe's distorted laughter. My claws grasp frantically against the porcelain, but I can't get any leverage. The wet fur on my face clings heavy and cold, making every gasp when she pulls me up feel like I'm drowning in air too.\n\nI scream into the water, the sound coming out as frantic bubbles. The fabric slips deeper between my cheeks, burning like a rope and yanking painfully. My hips scream from the sharp pull. \n\nChloe's muffled laugh echoes above the water. ``One... Two... Three... Keep swimming, loser!''\n\nShe pulls me up just long enough for another gasping breath, then dunks me again. Another flush. Another vicious yank on my panties. The combination is agony. Cold water floods my nose and ears while the cotton digs relentlessly into sensitive skin between my cheeks.\n\n Fur mats instantly, heavy and clinging. Every swirl makes the wedgie saw back and forth, sending fresh sparks of pain racing up my tail and across my lower back.\n\nShe cycles through it three more times. First a dunk, then a flush, followed by a yank, finally a brief gasp of air. Each round only lasts a few seconds, but it feels like hours. \n\nWith every pull she twists the waistband a little, making the leg holes bite harder into my hips. My tail thrashes helplessly, the paintbrush tip flicking water everywhere. \n\nAfter what feels like hours crammed into mere seconds, she rips my head out and tosses me backward against the stall wall. I collapse onto the tile, gasping and coughing violently. Water streams from my soaked fur, dripping off my flattened ears and the heavy, wet paintbrush tail. I wipe my face with shaking paws, choking on air and the sharp taste of whatever cleaner they used.\n\nThe bathroom stall is soaked. The floor, walls, toilet, and my fur all dripping with toilet water. Chloe braces one arm against the partition, panting slightly, a satisfied smirk on her face as she looks down at me.\n\n``Oh.'' She says, catching her breath. ``One last thing.''\n\nShe bends down and yanks my jeans the rest of the way off my legs, pulling them right over my sneakers. I make a weak attempt to kick, but there isn't much fight left in me. My legs feel heavy and shaky.\n\n``Chloe... Please.'' I whisper, voice small and exhausted. ``That's enough...''\n\nShe ignores me. Once the jeans are free, she holds the bunched up clothing over the toilet bowl and lets them drop. They land with a heavy, wet splash.\n\n``Enjoy walking home like that, pussy.'' She laughs. ``Maybe next time you'll pick a real major instead of playing with dirt all day.''\n\nShe gives one final mocking laugh, turns on her heel, and slams the bathroom door behind her as she leaves. Her footsteps echo down the hallway and fade away, leaving heavy silence.\n\nI stay on my knees for a long moment, soaked and trembling. Water still drips from my matted fur, off my ears, and from the heavy paintbrush tip of my tail. The heart-patterned panties are still wedged painfully high between my cheeks, a constant burning reminder. The sharp smell of cleaner clings to me.\n\nWith shaking paws I reach into the cold toilet water and fish my jeans out. They're heavy, dripping, and ruined. I wring them out as best I can over the sink, cold water pouring onto the floor, then drape the soggy denim over the radiator to start drying. \n\nI walk back to the studio on shaky legs. Every step makes the wedgie shift and dig again, sending fresh sparks of pain through my hips. The hallway is still empty, but the distant party music feels mocking now. My fur is damp and cold, my white tee shirt plastered uncomfortably to my fur.\n\nBack in the studio, the sculpture lies smooshed across the tile. Chunks and smears of clay where my careful work used to be. I kneel slowly, gather every piece I can find, and carry them to the table. My tail flicks once, then again, leaving small streaks of clay on the wood.\n\nI sit down at my workspace. The hard chair presses against my sore hips, but I try to tune out the ache. I press fresh clay onto the ruined base, smoothing it carefully with my paws. Bit by bit, the shape starts to come back.\n\nShe can yank, dunk, mock, record, or whatever else she wants. It hurts. Everything still hurts. But she can't break this. She can't break me.\n\nOne day my work is going to hang in a gallery, or even a museum. One day I'll walk across a stage and accept some award, and I won't even remember the name of that spoiled Liepard who thought she could ruin my night. My art is the one thing that's ever been mine. I'm not going to let her take that away.\n\nI pick up my tools and get back to work. The studio is quiet again, the only sound is the soft scrape of clay under my paws. My sculpture is going to be whole.\n\nThe End\n\n"
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3842178_5961070_FoxyVulpo_smeargle_x_liepard.description.json · CAS artifact Download
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"description": "Smeargle is an aspiring artist, working late on a new sculpture. Chloe is a spoiled mean girl, picking on the artist for seemingly no reason.\n\nI am still running a fan art contest! Check out my journal’s for more information."
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profile.api.json · CAS artifact Download
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106201.json · CAS artifact Download
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