“Happy Borf, Sensei!” Don exclaimed, happily waving his sleeve covered hands about in front of M.C’s face.
M.C was momentarily flattered but the wacky waving inflatable arm flailing tube manning of Don’s arms was starting to get a bit on his nerves so he pushed them apart.
“Thank you but it’s not my borf–I mean today isn’t my birthday. My birthday and the party is tomorrow,” M.C made sure to sound as grateful as he could, of course. He needed to make sure Don was in the right mood for what he wanted to talk to him about.
“I know,” Don grinned. “I just wanted to get a head start. Nothing wrong with a little early well wishes… unless of course you say there is sensei.”
“No, that’s fine. Listen though, I need your help with something,” M.C leaned forward slightly and put his hand on Don’s shoulder. Don’s eyes lit up like a Christmas tree.
“Oh? Did you call me over to your place early because you have a special birthday mission for me?” Don wriggled his arms about again.
M.C had a bit of a crooked smile on his face. “Yeah, sure. You can call it that. Uhm… so I know you missed the party last time due to an incident with a kangaroo–”
Don flinched and his face went slightly purple. “We don’t talk about Fontlaroy…” He said, grabbing his master’s shirt collar with both hands. M.C’s eyes widened slightly and he nodded.
“R-Right. Gotcha… but anyway,” M.C removed Don’s hands and clasped them closely. “There was someone who was at the party that I need your help getting revenge on.”
“Revenge?” Don gasped. “What for?”
M.C pouted. “He ruined my party. It’s a boy named Tristan. He claims to be a witch or something, I dunno. Witch or not, it didn’t give him an excuse to humiliate me like he did in front of everyone!”
Don looked astonished. “He humiliated you… in front of everyone?! What did he do?”
M.C blushed, his mouth turning into a bit of a squiggle. “I-I’d rather not talk about–”
“Did he go too far with the birthday spankings?” Don asked.
“I… uhm… y-yeah you could say–” M.C started.
“Showed off your lovely bubble butt to all the attendees and spanked you until they were red?” Don added.
M.C began to sweat. “Y-Ye—”
“Gave you a wedgie too? Like maybe not just one but a ton of them! Made you cry like a whittle bab–!”
“OKAY! So you DO have a good idea of what happened despite not being there! Awesome! That’ll make this easier!” M.C gripped Don’s shoulders tightly, eyes wide and twitching with frustration. His crooked smile made Don sweatdrop.
“U-Uh… y-yes sir. I’ll do anything to help you out with your revenge. Just tell me what needs to happen, Sensei!” Don smiled nervously and began sweating a bit. M.C looked rather intense.
After the little meeting at M.C’s house, Don was on his way to the store to pick up some things but made sure to stop by all the potential future attendees to make sure they knew first hand that they were in for a fun “surprise”.
He didn’t go into any detail other than that. It was simple but it was also pretty awesome.
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A good night's sleep and some hefty preparation and they were soon on their way.
The next day, the party was in full swing. It looked a lot like it did last year only there was a more confident aura around M.C this time.
He was a little bit miffed when he found it hard to spot Tristan, wondering at first if he didn’t show. However, his large witch hat was unmistakable. When he arrived on the scene, M.C made a beeline for him and put an arm around his shoulder.
“Tristan, buddy, glad you could make it,” M.C smirked and poked at his chest.
Tristan smiled, his adorable little fang showing. “Oh? I’m glad. I uh… was told some things about what went wrong last time and I… think I may owe you an apology?”
He thinks he MAY owe him an apology? That was quite the understatement.
“Well, let’s not worry too much about that,” M.C smirked. “Let’s let bygones be bygones, okay?”
“Oh… okay… sure… wh-what does that mean?” Tristan asked, leaning in a bit.
“It means I forgive you,” M.C smiled brighter. His grin was so huge it was stretching all across the entirety of his face. It looked impossible and fake but Tristan couldn’t tell.
However, another party goer, that being M.C’s rival Bourbon Jetblack, could. He saw M.C and Tristan walk by while he was getting a cup of fruit punch and narrowed his eyes a bit before taking a few sips. His suspicious gaze followed them while he drank with his pinky out.
“You do? Oh, well, I guess you must have since you invited me to your birthday party again,” Tristan chuckled. “I swear, I’ll only spank you in front of everyone if asked properly.”
“... Th-That’s not… uh, nevermind. Sure, whatever,” M.C didn’t feel like arguing about this. Besides, in a moment, it wasn’t going to matter anyway.
M.C looked ahead and saw Don bent over by the area near the tree. It would seem he was still setting up the trap.
Don happened to catch a glimpse of M.C’s face and grinned before making an “A-Okay” symbol with his fingers at his master. M.C nodded.
“Hey, let’s head on over to that tree. It’s a bit hot out so the shade might make us feel better,” M.C said, increasing his speed.
“Oh? Actually, it’s been pretty nice out lately. Plus my hat is big enough that it provides shade without much effort. Also, I’ve been working on this neat wind spell that–” Tristan was cut off.
“Yeah, that’s nice but I insist,” M.C grinned, shifting behind Tristan and pushing him towards the tree.
Ah, but what was over there? Well, if you looked at the set up on the ground it was quite the contraption cobbled together via materials bought from Home Depot.
There were two small pedals rigged to wires connected to fishing hooks hidden in the trees. Once the right pedal was stepped on, the lines of the fishing hooks would be lowered. Both hooks would be poked into the waistband of Tristan’s underwear.
The left pedal would then raise both hooks into the air, giving Tristan the ultimate wedgie. Then Don would pretend to help get him down by grabbing his pants and yanking on them… but in actuality he’d just be lowering them to his ankles so that everyone could enjoy the full sight of the witch boy’s embarrassing briefs.
Don was giggling like an evil mastermind as he recounted the scenario in his head.
“Why meeeee?!” The imaginary Tristan screamed in his mind. Then the party goers would point and laugh so hard and loud that an echo would carry. Then M.C would get on one knee and present Don with the “Best Apprentice Ever” medal. He’d pin it right on his shirt and Don would stand proud and radiate a light of awesomeness never seen or heard of before!
“Tee-hee-hee! Ho ho ho!” Don’s face continued to contort as his imagination took flight. He almost didn’t feel the incessant tapping on his shoulder.
“You okay Don? You’re making a creepy face,” Bourbon said, suddenly appearing behind him.
“”DAH!” Don jolted and turned to look at him. “Oh! Uh… it’s nothing. Nothing’s wrong! I’m fine! Hello, how are you?!” He chuckled, sweating a ton as he shook Bourbon’s hand vigorously.
Bourbon blinked a few times as his eyes traveled down to the ground where the two pedals were. Don had been so startled that when he turned he stepped on one of them, causing the hooks to lower…
Bourbon kept quiet about that though.
“Yeah, I was just wondering when we were getting to the pinata. That’s everyone’s favorite part and these pinata sticks are starting to get irritated. They need to hit something big and plump before the day ends or they’re going to haunt you when they die after fulfilling their one purpose,” Bourbon explained, holding them up.
Don looked on and tilted his head. “Uhm… d-do party sticks die when parties end?”
“Yes. They hunger for sustenance today and so do we. I want candy,” Bourbon explained about as clearly as he could.
“Uuuh–” Don wasn’t sure how to respond. Thankfully, he didn’t have to. M.C arrived on the scene with Tristan in tow.
“Now then, isn’t this better?” M.C grinned, hands behind his back.
“I-I guess…?” Tristan shrugged. He felt fine but M.C kept insisting that over here was where he should be and who was he to question things after what happened last year?
“Good, because I think here’s where you definitely want to be. You’re going to have the best seat in the house for the huge surprise that’s coming!” M.C patted Tristan’s shoulders and then stepped back. “Now wait here while I–YEOUCH!”
He felt a weird prick in his butt for some reason.
“Huh? What was that–?” M.C turned his head, not really getting that he just backed up into the lowered hook. It was stuck in the waistband of his briefs.
Don and Bourbon starred in surprise.
“Uhm… s-sensei!” Don began to fidget and sweat.
“Don!” M.C whispered rather intensely at him. “I thought you were ready. Where’s the foot pedals?”
Bourbon spoke before Don could. “Right next to you. The one on the left lowers the hook.”
“Huh?” M.C gasped. “You told Bourbon?!”
“I-I didn’t TELL him! He just showed up–!” Don defended himself. “Also, that’s not–!”
M.C grinned and raised his foot over the left pedal. “Well, whatever.”
“NO! SENSEI!” Don screamed and rushed over. He leapt to try and push M.C off the hook but in the process got his exposed underwear waistband latched to the second hook that was brought down. He was too slow to stop his master from stomping on the wrong pedal and in an instant they were sent shooting into the air!
“YEEEEEEEEEEEE!” “AAIEEEEEEEEEE!”
“Whoa,” Bourbon looked up. Tristan was gobsmacked.
Both Don and M.C screeched in pain as they shot into the air, shooting right out of their pants, and dangled in the tree by the fishing hooks that were stashed amongst the branches.
The two of them squirmed and wriggled about, making pained, cross-eyed faces as tears ebbed to their eyes.
“Guh…GUGUH!” M.C’s grunts of pain were punctuated by the increasing blush on his face. The party goers turned their heads to the scene and began to approach the tree. His heart beat increased as more and more people began crowding around the tree. This wasn’t the surprise he had in mind!
“MY… BOOTY…” Don fidgeted, mouth agape and face drenched in sweat. The pain… THE PAIN! THE EMBARRASSMENT! OH GOD!
Bourbon handed the extremely stunned Tristan a pinata stick. Tristan took hold of it and turned to glance at him and then at the other party goers in the back whose increased laughter and ridicule was starting to give even him second hand embarrassment.
Bourbon didn’t flinch though. Instead, he turned to the others and pointed at the two humiliated losers above.
“Come on everyone. They must be the pinatas we’ve been patiently waiting for. Their butts are big enough. Surely, they’ve got candy in there!”
Everyone stared at Bourbon for a microsecond before their faces collectively twisted into ones of assured glee. Don and M.C turned white as a sheet as everyone gathered round with the pinata sticks raised…
“W-Wai–!” M.C began.
THWACK!
“EEEEK!” M.C screamed as the first hit was given to his butt by Bourbon.
Tristan was hesitant but Bourbon urged him to give it a go by simply saying, “They volunteered to be pinatas today. You have to hit pinatas with pinata sticks. It’s the rules of a good party.”
Tristan blinked. Then he smiled brightly and said. “Oh! OKAY!”
With that he gripped tightly on the stick and hurled it at Don’s butt! With a mighty CRACK Don swung back and forth like a swing as the two started to wail on the crying boys bottoms with reckless abandon!
“YEOCH! DAMMIT DON!” M.C cried. Clearly, this was Don’s fault!
“SORRY SENSEI! OUCH!” Don screamed, pain soaring as they continued to get whacked.
They were going to need to clench their buns as tightly as they could to stave off the pain. There were a lot more guests who wanted a turn and it was going to take a while before the candy arrived.
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