M.C’s birthday parties never seemed to turn out quite right. He noticed that a while ago but it became especially prominent when Bourbon entered his life. There wasn’t a normal party in the bunch with him around. Not when their rivalry was so fierce.
This year’s oddities were going to be quite strange indeed though. M.C had opted for a normal party outside, sure, but the setting wasn’t really that big a deal considering one of the guests was a wizard.
Yeah. That’s right. One of the people attending his party was a boy named Tristan who claimed to be a wizard from another dimension. They met quite a while ago so the wizard being around him wasn’t new. M.C sighed when he heard that for the first time, shrugged and said, “Sure. That may as well happen.”
Tristan’s response to this was to grin and shake his hand rapidly, excited to have made his acquaintance
Honestly, the stranger part was that Tristan hadn’t been to a birthday party before.
When he was informed by M.C that he was being invited to one, he tilted his head to the side so far it looked like it might crack. Still, what he was describing sounded festive and intriguing so he graciously accepted the offering to attend this strange ceremony. It was his chance to experience a particularly unique, fun time.
Tristan ended up being at a loss for what to do in order to prepare for it though. He sat on his magic broom with his legs crossed and spun around in place, seemingly via magic, while his eyes remained closed. He was lost in thought.
“Ah. It’s no good,” Tristan finally admitted, scratching the hem of his head. “I can’t seem to work out what best to do for this birthday party.”
Not only had Tristan never been to a birthday party before but he’d never even heard of birthdays before. Being from another dimension, the concept just didn’t exist. He wasn’t even aware that he had a birthday as well.
Eventually, Tristan had to swallow his pride and accept that attending this party with a lack of the proper knowledge wasn’t an option. He considered faking it but he didn’t want to ruin his first birthday party that way. Not unintentionally at least.
He snapped his fingers and grinned, showing off his wickedly sharp teeth.
“I got it!” He declared. “I’ll go consult Bourbon about this.”
Bourbon was M.C’s friend right? He was told that he attended all his parties so surely he’d know exactly what to do about this situation.
Tristan flew off to go and confront Bourbon, seeking him out for the sake of ultimate wisdom that would surely shine a light on how best to handle the party of birth.
When Tristan arrived at Bourbon’s place, he bowed before him a bit and then leaned back on his broom to explain his situation.
Bourbon listened to his explanation intently and slowly allowed a smile to crawl onto his face.
“Sure,” Bourbon said with a chuckle in his tone of voice. “I’d be more than happy to help you learn the proper things you’re supposed to do to the Birthday Boy on his special day. Consider this my gift to you.”
Tristan grinned brightly upon hearing that. He couldn’t wait.
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Finally, the day of the party arrived.
The guests weren’t many but these short and simple affairs were usually the most intimate and fun. Things often felt too impersonal whenever too many people were around. At least that’s what Bourbon thought. Who knows what M.C’s opinion on that was. Maybe he’d ask him some time later.
As for Tristan, well, he was standing before M.C right now, happy and ready to treat him properly on this wondrous of special days.
“Hello M.C,” Tristan smirked, showing off his sharp teeth. “I’m glad I was able to attend your birthday party today. I’ve made sure to properly prepare so that I can give you the best birthday ever.”
M.C smiled when he heard that. “Oh? That’s great. I’m glad you’re getting into the spirit. Maybe I can throw you a birthday party whenever yours comes around as thanks.”
Tristan looked shocked and pointed to himself. “I can have one of those?”
M.C looked confused. “Uh, yeah. You were born weren’t you? So you’d have to have a birthday.”
“Wow!” Tristan clenched his fists. “Food for thought for another time. However, today is your special day and since it is we’ll need to get started on the celebrating. We must start with me. I’ve got the routine down perfectly here.”
M.C giggled. “Okay. I’m excited then. Show me what you got.”
“Well, first,” Tristan beamed happily as he reached over and grabbed the cake that was resting on the table behind them. “Here is your cake.”
“Hmm? Oh yeah. That is my cake. It’s not time to cut it y–!” M.C began before Tristan smashed the entire cake into his face.
He pressed his hand hard against it and made sure the vanilla cake with the chocolate and strawberry frosting smeared against his mug while making gross squishy sounds.
The onlookers looked rather shocked. However, they soon began to laugh. What happened there was rather funny to look at. The way Tristan kept rubbing it in his face was absurd too.
Bourbon scrunched up his face and tried to stifle a laugh, remembering what he told Tristan when he came by his door the other day.
“First, be sure to smash a cake or any other kind of confectionery treat into his face. As it is tradition, there should be a cake at the party already provided for you. It would likely be of the highest honor and a show of general fun loving comradery to be the one to do this for him.”
M.C was shaking where he stood. His knees knocked and his hands dangled by his sides.
“How’s that? Did you enjoy that?” Tristan asked.
M.C reached up with both hands and wiped the gunk off his face, eyes widened with surprise and clear offense. “What the hell was that?! Why did you–?!”
Tristan didn’t let him finish. He rushed behind M.C and tripped him forward while grabbing his arm. M.C yelped as he fell onto his knees and then was suddenly, crudely, pinned to the ground with Tristan on top of him.
“AYEEEEEEE~!” M.C’s eyes widened ever more as he scrambled about on the grass, body aching with intense pain as Tristan held him down with his arm behind his back. His knee was being pressed against it too. Oh God, it hurt so much!
“There! I got you in the Birthday Boy Pin!” Tristan exclaimed, as if that were actually a thing.
“The WHAT?!” M.C cried.
Bourbon snickered, both hands covering his mouth now.
“The Birthday Boy Pin is a special follow-up move used on the birthday boy. It’s a ceremonial hold that, when administered as painfully as possible, shows them that they can take heavy blows and will make it clear for the crowd watching that they’re tougher now that they’re older.”
“You really are tough,” Tristan said, repeating one of the things Bourbon mentioned in hopes that it would generate good will from M.C. He assumed the tears gathering in M.C’s eyes were those of joy.
Tristan shifted his weight around while he was on M.C’s back. He turned around and plopped his butt directly onto the center of his back, making M.C’s limbs jerk upwards a bit before they flopped back to the ground.
“Ugh! What is this?! If it’s a surprising wrestling match, forget it! I don’t want to fight you right now!” M.C stammered. This was mostly because he was in a lot of pain right now. Had he been warned beforehand he could have thrown down, for sure.
“Not yet,” Tristan said, now sitting backwards on M.C. He grinned as he reached for the hem of his pants. M.C’s eyes bugged out when he felt that, seemingly sensing what was about to happen.
The crowd did too and leaned forward with vested interest. Bourbon’s grin couldn’t get any wider.
In that split instant, M.C’s pants were yanked down. The boy had been pantsed at his own birthday party and his underoos clad butt was showing off to everyone, including Nero and his rival Bourbon.
The blue elastic and the Pikachu pattern were adorable but they weren’t meant to be seen. As such the embarrassment was made evident on M.C’s frozen, shocked face. His eyes were as big as dinner plates and he was stunned. The cold breeze on his butt seemed to heat up his face as he blushed intensely before the snickering and eventually laughing party goers.
“The ceremonial underwear reveal! I’ve done it!” Tristan exclaimed proudly. “Now then… for the birthday wedgies!”
“W…Wuh…?” M.C mumbled, eye twitching.
Did he just say… Birthday… Wedgies?!
“Lastly, once you have him pinned to the ground, be sure to give him a ceremonial underwear reveal. He’s probably got some flashy, dorky underoos on and he no doubt wants everyone to see them. Pants are usually for hiding underwear but think about it. Why wear undies with cute patterns and colors on them if they’re just going to stay hidden under your pants? They need to be exposed and seen for everyone to watch with delight. Once they’re exposed, you’ll then give him his birthday wedgies and then invite the crowd to do the same. Turn around and I’ll show you the proper technique.”
Tristan smiled as he grabbed the hem of M.C’s briefs.
“Wait… NO! WAIT! PLEASE! DON’T DO THAAAAAAAAUGH!” M.C’s eyes crossed and his body jolted like it was being tased when Tristan hiked his undies up into a tremendous, powerful wedgie! It was made all the more painful by his embarrassing position and the fact that everyone was watching.
“Fear not. Bourbon demonstrated on me the proper way to do this. It didn’t hurt a bit of course,” Tristan said, lying through his teeth. The dance he did on his way home while rubbing his bottom would have been proof of that had anyone recorded it. Luckily, Bourbon definitely didn’t whip out his phone to do so when he left that day. Definitely not.
“HAAAAAANNNNN~! GUUUUGHHAAAAAAH!” M.C gurgled and made loud, strange sounds as Tristian kept administering wedgie after wedgie. He was tapping the ground as a cue to surrender but Tristian just kept saying “Don’t worry! I won’t stop! I promise!”
Also, for some reason, he kept trying to make his underwear stretch further and further out the more he did this too.
It was truly terrible. The pain and humiliation were next level. Tristan even grabbed the middle section of his underwear to keep them steady, strumming them like you would a string instrument to make an admittedly beautiful and pleasing sound. Who knew underwear could double as a musical instrument?
“Now then, I invite the rest of you to partake in this special occasion with me!” Tristan called aloud. That’s when he raised his hand and poked out his tongue.
“Finally, come the birthday spankings. You smack his butt as hard as you can for however many years old he is and tell everyone else to do the same. Kay?”
Tristan smiled and began to wail on M.C’s butt while counting up from one.
“One. Two. Three!”
WHAP! WHAP! WHAP!
“Uhm… Seven? Ten? Wait… no, I’m sorry. Do over.” Tristan said.
“NO! NO DO OVERS! PLEASE STAAAAAAH!” M.C cried and squirmed some more as Tristian began spanking his bare bottom once more, exposed through the heavily wedgied underwear.
“One… F-Four…? Ah crap. Do over.”
“NOOOOOOoooooo~!” M.C screamed.
Tristan kept doing them over because he wasn’t familiar with this dimension’s numbering scheme. It made it all the more satisfying for Bourbon though. He watched with delight as M.C slumped to the ground and had to lay there while everyone else took turns giving him wedgies and his birthday spanks.
Lastly, Bourbon took his seat on his back, hiked up his underwear, and gave him the correct number of spanks before getting off.
Tristan clapped his hands and bent down towards M.C, whose face was flat in the dirt by now.
“This was fun. I hope I did it right,” He giggled. “I’m sure I did. Bourbon said you’d react this way if I was so I consider this a success. I can’t wait for your next party M.C!” He said this and then scampered off.
M.C merely let out a small, pathetic whimper into the dirt, his poor butt literally sizzling with smoke.
Bourbon hummed happily off to the side, producing his little chalkboard with the score for their wins and loss column as far as their rivalry went. Bourbon went and added another tally on his side, beyond pleased with himself.
“Time for ice-cream!” Nero shouted out. Everyone cheered and rushed over to the table to eat the assortment of ice-cream flavors.
M.C, the birthday boy, was left there to moan face down in the dirt with his pants down and undies wedgied into silly string.
The score was now Bourbon - 21, M.C - 5.
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