“I should do what?” Tamia narrowed his eyes at Bourbon, tapping his foot with a scrunched up look of uncertainty. The two of them were sitting across from each other on a bench before an ice-cream creamery.
“Get into a fight with M.C,” Bourbon repeated with a peppy smirk.
“Okay,” Tamia tapped the table. “...Is there a reason why?”
Bourbon smiled brighter. He loved that the inflection in Tamia’s voice made it clear that he wasn’t opposed to the idea.
“The reason is because he’s easy to beat up and it’d be funny to have me record it,” Bourbon said with a giggle at the edge of his voice. He put emphasis on this by holding up his phone and pointing at it with a gleeful disposition.
Tamia smiled. He might have found the suggestion a little strange and random but he had to admit to liking the sound of a surprise prank video. He especially liked the idea of one that made him look strong and cool.
“Okay then.” Tamia held out his hand for Bourbon to grasp.
Bourbon clasped it tight and they shook on it, united in their desire to have a little fun.
Or so Tamia thought.
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Bourbon stood in the park, far enough away from the area the confrontation was to take place. He knew what it was like to face down M.C and while, yeah, he was fun to knock out, that didn’t mean it was always a cake walk either.
Tamia was in for more than he bargained for. It was easy to say you could face him down but it was another thing to be properly prepared for it. Bourbon was but Tamia was just told a thing that, from a certain point of view, was true and he believed it.
This would be revenge for the incident where Tamia dangled him in a wedgie over a bridge all that time ago. He wasn’t going to like it.
Tamia, for his part, was in position. He was sneaking up to M.C at the moment. The target in question was standing there in the park, minding his own business with his headphones in and his hands in the pockets of his black sweater. His head popped up and down to the music with grace and style.
It looked like he was none the wiser to the person sneaking up behind him. His eyes were even closed.
Tamia lurched forward and grabbed at M.C’s shoulders. Immediately, M.C spun half way around and rammed his elbow directly into Tamia’s face.
Bourbon had to hold in a squinty eyed snort when he saw Tamia’s face go concave from that hit. The boy was flung onto his back and went stiff with his arms and legs in the air.
“Thought you could sneak up on me, didja?” M.C asked, leering down at the dazed and now cross-eyed boy. “Well, you should know better by now that I’ve got your number Bour–wait, you’re not Bourbon.”
He spun around so fast that he didn’t have time to properly vet who he was elbowing in the face. For a moment, he wondered if perhaps he just beat up an innocent bystander that was trying to get his attention. What for though?
Oh shoot. Was his fly down again? M.C looked down at himself to make sure while Tamia sat up and wobbled in place, tongue out and birdies chirping around his head.
He shook his head to make them clear away and then leered at M.C with a stare of discontent. This wasn’t personal before but it was now, accident or not.
Tamia reached over and saw the phone M.C was jamming to sticking out of his pocket. With a sneaky grin, he pressed on the up-volume button and made the music blast into M.C’s ears in a manner that felt like it was about to make his brain explode!
“GYEEEEEP!” M.C squealed at a high pitch, eyes crossing into each other and jumping up. He was suspended above the ground for a bit as the music blasted into his brain. He took the headphones out of his ear and stumbled over, eyes rolling as he felt the dizziness rattle his senses.
Tamia began laughing. He held his gut with a belly laugh of delight at how dorky he looked just then. Bourbon was right. He looked cool but seeing him flustered made for an excellent contrasting image.
M.C was fuming though. He puffed out his embarrassed cheeks and clenched his fists at his side. This person may not be Bourbon but that didn’t mean they weren’t a threat.
“SO YOU THINK IT’S FUNNY TO SNEAK UP ON PEOPLE AND HARASS THEM DO YA?!” M.C shouted.
“Yeah. It’s very funny. You’re cute when you’re embarrassed Mr. M.C.” Tamia said, in awe of this person who was Bourbon’s rival. Meeting him like this was kind of surreal. “WHAT?!” M.C shouted and dug into his ear. He couldn’t hear him all that well.
Tamia rolled his eyes with a smirk. “You’re funny.”
M.C raised his foot and stomped on Tamia’s.
“GAAAH!” Tamia screamed and jumped up and down while grabbing at it. He wanted to kiss it but a sneaker was in the way. “Why you–!”
He began to try and talk smack but M.C punched him across the face and made Tamia twirl on his one good foot like a ballerina.
He giggled and swished his butt back and forth when he stopped. Pressing a finger to his chin with crossed eyes, Tamia said in a dopey voice, “Ohhh~! Did I do thaaaaat?”
He then fell onto his face with his butt in the air.
M.C smirked and raised his foot. “Now then, how about we continue this little game under my foot?” He planted his foot against Tamia’s butt and was surprised to feel a soft push back.
A look of confusion crossed his face and he did something that normally you shouldn’t do to a guy in a public park; he pressed his hands against his butt and felt around.
“Oh!” M.C flashed a rambunctious evil smile before yanking Tamia’s pants down. He was presented with something astonishing. “A DIAPER!”
Tamia growled, turning his head a bit to see the open air a bit but blushing when he heard the word ‘diaper’. That meant bad news for his privacy on the matter.
“So, a diapered little baby wanted to pull one over on Ol’ Micha–” He began before he gasped when his airflow was cut off.
Tamia had lurched up and wrapped his legs around M.C’s neck, squeezing them tightly to make him choke and gag. M.C’s tongue flopped out the side of his mouth and he began mouthing heavy gasps. He was trying to speak but all that came out was a waterfall of drool.
Tamia pushed off the ground with his hands against it and his lowered pants sliding back towards his butt. He wasn’t happy about his exposed diaper but he was about to make the person responsible pay for it.
He spun his legs and made M.C slam onto the ground. He bounced and spun in a cartwheel through the air due to the force before rolling and slamming hard against a tree.
Several nuts fell out of the tree and bashed him repeatedly over the head. So many of them were in this one tree for some reason to the point he was buried in them.
Tamia stuck his butt out again but this time it was to steady himself as he stood up to gleam at M.C’s position.
M.C poked his head up and he didn’t look all that cool right now. There was a huge bump on his head and he was swaying with a ton of nuts in his mouth. They looked like really loose teeth.
Tamia laughed of course. He stopped when a nut pelted him in the face and made him stumble. M.C had just spat out a nut at him. He did it several more times and made Tamia effectively loopy with his mouth machine gun.
Tamia’s pants lowered around his ankles and he flailed about like a derp. He fell onto his back and flung his pants off his body on impact.
M.C saw his chance and ran out of the collection of nuts on the ground to try and tackle him. Tamia regained his senses just enough for him to raise both his feet and pressed them against M.C’s stomach when he leapt at him.
Tamia then violently shot M.C into the air and laughed with delight when he bashed his head against a tree branch and got his undies caught on said branch on his way back down.
“HIYEEEP!” M.C screamed, feeling the intense hanging wedgie that resulted from this.
Tamia was never one to ignore the call of making a wedgie worse. He jumped and grabbed M.C by his legs, adding his weight to it while suspended from the ground.
“GYAAAAAAAAH!” M.C began tearing up as the wedgie deepened and his dinosaur underoos were stretched to high heaven.
Tamia was swinging back and forth now. “Aww! Poor M.C. Is your butt getting a wittle burn?”
“MORE THAN A LITTLE! STOOOOOOP!” M.C pleaded, feeling the heat.
Tamia snickered, wanting this to continue regardless. He clutched M.C’s pants legs tighter. However, this action might have been a mistake because combined with his swinging it caused M.C’s pants to fall.
Having this happen saw Tamia landing on the ground properly since M.C’s pants were lowered. Tamia sucked in his lips, feeling a tad embarrassed having done that.
M.C was just angry now. He swung his foot back and kicked Tamia hard across the head. Tamia grunted in pain and flew over towards the nut pile, crashing face first into it and making them all scatter.
The force of the kick saw M.C yelping again as his wedgied undies broke away from the branch. He fell on his butt and down came the branch to whack him on the head!
Tamia sat up, now with nuts in his mouth in a way that looked like crooked teeth too. They both swooned with dizziness, seeing stars and wobbling about. However, they were running on adrenaline now. They charged at one another and clamped their hands on their tops now, attempting to yank them off and blind them!
Doing this at the same time yielded terrible results for them both. They were stomping around in just their undergarments, shoes, and socks with muffled sounds of disdain for one another shrouded by their shirts. Eventually, they gave up and tackled one another into a disastrous fight cloud.
The fight cloud was loud and proud. It took place in the center of a public park with several other kids around. Some glanced at the scene with curiosity and others tried to avoid it.
However, the third party that orchestrated this situation was watching with charmed eyes.
Eventually, the smog from the battering cleared to reveal two battered losers. There was nothing left on their bodies aside from their dino briefs and animal themed diaper respectively.
Bourbon stepped over to leer down at the two of them, the sun shining over his shadowy face while he held a strong rope in hand. With a snicker he mouthed the words, “Dance puppets. Dance.”
We fade to black for a bit and once we fade back in we bear witness to Bourbon setting up a camera on a stomp and posing before it.
Why? Well, because he wanted to do what he told Tamia he’d do. Witness a beating and record its aftermath. He had the fight recorded. This picture was to put a fine bow on it.
So here Bourbon was. He stood before the camera and smiled for it while gesturing to the scene he set up behind him.
Tamia and M.C were both knocked unconscious, hanging upside down by the rope Bourbon brought with him when he knew what would inevitably take place here. They were drooling, their eyes were rolling, they saw stars spinning around their heads, and they were derped to high Heaven in just their cute undies.
What more could he ask for? Bourbon got his revenge and he got to sacrifice M.C’s dignity for it in the process once again. Truly a successful Saturday if there ever was one.
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Well this is awkward, not sure what Bourbon is smiling about, his pants have slipped to the point that you can see his leg skin which is about 5 seconds away from falling down completely. This is going to be embarrassing.
Well this is awkward, not sure what Bourbon is smiling about, his pants have slipped to the point th
