Trickster of the Multiverse: Political Intrigue (Patreon)

Here is a story commissioned by Jamook on deviantart posted here for the first time. Was a holiday story but still works. Hope everyone enjoys.

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A red portal opened, and a tall red head stepped out shaking off the goo of the from portal travel. The portal had opened in an abandoned shop on the outskirts of a small town.

“Gross.” Loiana the trickster goddess said as she snapped her fingers and the goo disappeared leaving her ripped jeans, Korn T-shirt and flip flops clean. She had been traveling the multi-verse for weeks now as Jess was on winter break from college. They needed some time a part as the college war with Loiana’s sister had been a lot.

Though Lo hadn’t messed with her best friend in a bit and thinking of Jess gave her a little idea before she explored this new world. Lo snapped her fingers.

A million miles away across the multi-verse, Jess was cleaning out the garage of her house with her friend Victoria, former enemy and bully. They were cleaning out the space for Renee, Jess’s mom’s girlfriend’s new car the monster mobile. Jess, in her sweatpants and tank top, moved the last box and put her hair up. Victoria sauntered over in her jean short shorts and tank top, her blonde hair fizzing thanks to the sweat.

“Almost done.” The former bully said giving her friend a clap on the back. Jess pretended not to wince.

“Yeah, almost done and can go relax. Was actually pretty easy without Lo interrupting.” Jess said. As if on cue the trickster’s magic struck. Jess’s black and gray briefs, also a tye dye like pattern, shot up to her shoulder blades as she went to her tippy toes.

“God damn it.” Jess shouted as the firm grip on her underpants disappeared like it arrived before she could do more than curse. Victoria hid a snicker.

“Even across the universe she is annoying.” Jess said as she began the process of fixing her undies before getting back to work.

Back across the multi-verse, Lo smiled at the thought of her bestie struggling with her panties.

The trickster took a step forward before stopping and going down to one knee, grabbing her head.

“My nerd senses are tingling.” She said for dramatic effect for no one in particular. “There is a huge nerd that way.”

Loiana could feel the need for mischief and set out towards the nerd presence she felt. That nerd disturbance she felt was across town at a local town hall. The sign outside read “Holiday Town Hall” and inside was half filled with a few locals and a few reporters. Two even had camera crews.

Standing on the stage was a state representative that needed no introduction to the locals. She had kept her perky and slightly chubby face in the papers doing her best for her community with things like food drives, clothing drives, and any other charitable or good deed she could think of. All year round, even not in election years, she was trying her hardest. This holiday town hall, a yearly tradition since she took over her role, was no different.

She closed her eyes and took a moment before opening them and smiling. While her eyes were closed a red headed woman appeared in the back now wearing sunglasses to go with her rocker look.

“Good evening, everyone.” She said with a smile. “Let’s kick this off right and keep it light.”

Emily Wilco stood at the podium ready to take some questions. She was at ease considering this wasn’t her first time in this situation. She wore her best black pantsuit with a white blouse and of course a Christmas tree pin on the lapel for the holiday season. It was a little tight around her rear end as she still hadn’t found one that fit just right.

A bunch of hands raised but Emily noticed a new hand in the back belonging to someone she didn’t know.

“Yes, you in the back.” She said pointing to the red head.

“Yes, Loiana from the U P Yours Herald.” The red head said standing up to ask a question. Emily had never heard of it, but she liked getting new coverage.

“Is it true you identify as a big nerd?” The woman asked and there was quite in the room before a new light snicker in the back. Emily wasn’t prepared for that kind of question. She was a big nerd, but also a professional adult and didn’t want to just say yes on stage.

“I mean what even is a nerd?” Emily asked back trying to buy herself time as she was flushed before coming up with a response. “Is a nerd someone who does their civic duty? Someone who looks out for the little guy? Someone who makes sure everyone in their community is taken care of? Then yes, I am a nerd. The biggest nerd on earth because that is what I do.”

Representative Wilco was very happy with her answer as was the crowd as she got some light applause. The red head didn’t look displeased but also didn’t sit down.

“Follow up.” Loiana said not giving Emily a chance to deflect.

“And what kind of undies does a nerd like you wear?” The mysterious redheaded journalist asked, getting a snicker from the crowd and a blush from Emily.

“I, uh, I don’t think that is pertinent....” Emily said letting her sentence drop as it was hard to respond to that in a room full of people. The room began to whisper as it was a humorous question and got the audience talking.

Loiana decided to get them to talk more. She snapped her fingers and the podium in front of Emily fell to the side and slid across the stage. The crowd was startled but Emily stepped forward to calm them all down.

“Don’t worry, just a weird technical malfunction.” She said, holding her hands in the air to calm the crowd, who did. She didn’t notice the intrepid “reporter” at the back of the room snapping her fingers again.

A hush went over the crowd as Emily felt all eyes on her. She heard a slight clink as something metallic hit the stage floor. That metallic thing was her belt buckle. The belt was joined swiftly by her black pants that slid off her ample behind with ease.

The room gasped at the sight of professional up top and colorful mixed with pale on the bottom. This also debunked the rumor that had floated that Emily had a tattoo on her thigh as her thigh was bared to all. While that would have been nice, she had other concerns presently.

Emily stood there in her large, bright, neon orange granny panties while the cameras rolled, and people began to laugh. She stood flabbergasted for a moment while cell phone cameras went off. The representative’s mind raced for a moment as she was a deer in the headlights till her body caught up.

She turned away to hike up her pants giving the audience and cameras a good view of her orange covered behind. A wolf whistle came from the back of the room, from Loiana of course. It wasn’t a long process, less than two minutes from pants down to pants back up, but enough time had passed that everyone including the cameras got a great look.

Emily turned back to the crowd as she buttoned up her pants and held them up for extra support. She was red in the face from embarrassment but tried not to let it get her down.

“Town hall dismissed.” She said quickly and she rushed off the stage. The crowd didn’t erupt but did make some noise as this unusual townhall was ended in an unusual fashion. Emily rushed backstage, grabbing her bag and rushing to her car. She couldn’t bear to do anything but get home and try to forget this awful day.

Emily Wilco, State Representative, was tired and humiliated. She rushed home, jumped into her pajamas and went to bed trying to forget what an awful day it had been. She didn’t cry into her pillow, but it was close.

Emily awoke to a clatter in her kitchen. She was certain she heard something, like a pot falling. Right as she began to fade back to sleep thinking it was but a dream it happened again. The embarrassed representative rolled out of bed in her nice town house, a per of being a state rep, and slipped her slippers on.

She was in her fleece pajama set with a button down top and pajama pants that reached her ankles. She looked right out of a catalog in the red and black checked sleepwear. She slowly worked her way out of the bedroom and down the hall to the kitchen.

She gasped at what she saw.

It was the red-headed journalist rummaging around her kitchen. The taller woman, still in her Korn shirt and ripped jeans, was looking through her fridge butt up in the air, shaking it like she didn’t care.

“Excuse me.” Emily Wilco said, stepping out and grabbed a rolling pin to defend herself. She was having a bad day but wasn’t going to stand by and let someone rummage through her house.

“You’re excused.” Loiana said not paying the representative any mind.

“Who are you and what are you doing here?” Emily shouted, getting an annoyed look from Lo, who stopped looking in the fridge. The tall redhead closed the door with her rear and walked over.

“I’m here to help you, I’m your holiday spirit.” The trickster said with a smile. “Sort of.”

“Sort of? And I’m supposed to believe that? You are just some thief or some loony stalker.” Emily accused Lo, who decided it was best to show her favorite nerd on this world, she was more than just some stalker or thief.

Loiana snapped her fingers and the entire kitchen began to dance as cabinets opened and closed, silverware danced in circles, even the fridge was belting out the Time Warp from the Rockey Horror Picture Show. Emily dropped the rolling pin as it wanted to get into the action. While at the start Representatvie Wilco looked started by the end she was enjoying the show.

The song ended and everything went back to normal.

“See, magical.” Loiana said. “I’m Loiana a sort of ghost but not dead person ghost.”

“What does that even mean?” Emily asked looking for more information even after accepting what the woman said as fact.

“I’m the ghost of embarrassments and bullying past, present and future” Loaiana said while Emily still looked confused.

“Embarrassments and bullying? That doesn’t even make sense.” The representative said to the trickster.

“Well, here is the bullying part.” Lo said annoyed at being questioned. She spun Emily around and grabbed the back of her pajama pants. The nerd in office wasn’t ready as the taller red head lifted her into the air by the back of her pajama pants, the fleece fabric slicing up her behind and bringing some panty with it. Emily kicked her legs to no avail as she was held in the air for a moment as Lo treated her like a dumbbell and did a rep.

“Okay, okay. Sorry.” Emily said as her feet reached the ground again and she plucked the fleece fabric from between her cheeks.

“Why are you here?” Emily asked as she finished fixing her pants.

“Well, you got the embarrassment of present with your pants situation, but I’m here to show you the past and the future.” Loiana said.

“Ahh, so you saw the pants incident.” Emily said blushing and looking away.

“The whole world did, by now ninety-eight million views.” Lo said with a snap and Emily’s pajama pants fell down to her ankles revealing she still had on the bright orange pair of granny panties. The state rep quickly squealed and hiked her pants up.

“Shall we go back and see how it all started for you?” Loiana said grabbing Emily’s hand. Before Representative Wilco could say yes or no, she was thrust off into time and space. The trickster pretending to be a holiday spirit let go and Emily fell forward in her pajamas in the middle row of an auditorium.

She looked up and realized this was her college auditorium. She knew exactly what day this was. It was the day she gave her campaign speech for student body president.

At twenty she had thought she was ready for public office and her opponent, Chelsea Nelson, was just using it to bully the populace.

“I can’t watch.” Emily said covering her eyes and the audience began to rumble. Chelsea had just given her speech, and everyone was waiting for Emily to appear.

“This will be good.” Loiana said as she waited for the show to start.

A younger Emily was pushed out onto stage. Besides being a bit smaller and having a pink streak in her hair, she looked relatively the same. The biggest issue that got a laugh from the audience was Emily was dressed as one of Santa’s elves. Before the speeches she was cornered by three tall women dressed in black, no doubt Chelsea’s friends, who told her she could either wear the elf outfit or go on stage naked for her speech. Emily decided to wear the elf outfit. The candy cane striped tights weren’t the end of the world, nor was the green shirt that was too small for her ample chest. Even the little green hat wasn’t bad. She took the stage with dignity.

“Good evening.” Young Emily said as Loiana and older Emily watched.

“As you can see, I dressed in the holiday spirit, but not of my own free will. I won’t accuse my opponent of having her thugs attack me on her orders, but they are clearly her thugs. It doesn’t matter what happens to me as I am just one of many of you who believe we can do better than Chelsea Nelson as our student body president. We are all tired of her pushing us around and using this office will be just another way to push us around. I am not even asking you to vote for me. I am asking you not to vote for her.” Younger Emily said with an impassioned speech that got the crowd clapping.

What young Emily didn’t notice, but Loiana and older Emily did was Chelsea signal to off stage. The three thugs who had forced Emily to wear the elf outfit rushed to the stage. Younger Emily barely had time to react as the group charged her, holding her in place as Chelsea took the stage again.

“Fine speech but remember everyone. A vote for me is a vote against dweebdom.” Chelsea, a tall blonde said in her sparkling gown. She gestured to her goons. The three women dressed in black spun Emily around, so her back was facing the crowd. It only took one of the athletic women to hold her in place as the other two reached past her green shirt and into her candy cane striped tights.

“No, no, no.” Young Emily and older Emily said in unison as it was clear what was going to happen next. The two women began pulling younger Emily’s large white granny panties out of her pants. The Hanes panties easily came out of the tights, making her VPL disappear instantly, and slid up her back from the force of the pulling. The younger Emily shouted in pain as the crowd had a mix of gasps, laughs and murmurs watching what was happening.

The large underpants, big enough to cover Emily’s large butt, easily made it to the base of her neck with minimal pulling before one more massive yank of cotton over the future state rep’s eyes. The younger Emily was blinded, humiliated, in pain and could taste the fabric in the back of her throat. The women held her there laughing to themselves as one handed a sharpie to Chelesa. Emily’s opponent uncapped it and looked to the crowd as she wrote on the snow-white fabric.

“Remember a vote for me or get a wedgie.” Chelsea said as she wrote Vote Chelesa in big letters across the back of younger Emily’s granny panties. After the signing Chelsea waved and left the stage.

The crowd began to dissipate as the show was over. The women held Emily there till the last of the crowd left. The three women in black dropped the Emily on stage and left her to slowly and painfully de-atomic wedgie herself.

“Why did you show me this?” Emily asked Loiana.

“Past, present and future. We have to hit all three that is the rules.” Loiana said.

“Do I really need to relive the worst moment of my younger days?” She asked, trying not to sound like a whiner.

“This was the worst moment, but what happened after?” Lo asked generally curious. Emily stopped her whining and stood up from the ground.

“I won the election. People don’t like bullies.” She said realizing in the end she had won, even if that had sucked.

“Exactly, now are you ready?” Loiana asked, offering Emily a hand.

“To see my future?” Emily took the hand.

“No, I want to see if the ones you are wearing right now are just as stretchy.” Loiana said as she pulled Emily off balance, placing the state rep back facing the trickster.

“Nooooooo.” Emily shouted as she felt hands slip into her pajama pants and the orange briefs, which were often called granny panties, were pulled tight inside her cheeks becoming more thong like with every pull. The room began to spin as Emily was on her tippy toes, the pain of the wedgie increasing. The room began to stop spinning and instead of an auditorium it was a master bedroom, not the one from Emily’s house.

“Nope not as stretchy.” Loiana said as she let the orange panties snap back against Emily’s rear, getting a wince from the smaller woman.

“Where are we?” Emily asked whispering to Loiana.

“No one can see us or hear us, no need to whisper just watch.” Loiana said as Emily began digging her orange panties out of her butt. There was a knock at the door.

“Come in.” Emily’s voice came out of the bathroom, but it wasn’t the one seeing her future. It was her future self. A slightly older Emily stepped out of the bathroom. She looked to be in her mid-thirties but had also slimmed down a little but still had the large rear end Emily Wilco was known for. This Emily was wearing just a silk robe as she stepped out of the bathroom.

The door opened and a person dressed in a black suit with an ear piece entered.

“Madam President, we can’t seem to get the reporters to leave. They are just circling the outside lawn trying to find a good place to ambush you with questions.” The Secret Service agent said as the present Emily turned to Loiana and mouthed the word President.

Emily Wilco, President of the United States? She couldn’t believe it, here they were. She looked out the window and saw the DC skyline, they were in the White House. The conversation continued as Emily was overjoyed at seeing her future.

“Oh, don’t worry I’ll deal with them.” Emily said smiling as she stretched, revealing a leg in the robe and that she wasn’t wearing much underneath it. The present version blushed as she would never do anything so scandalous.

“And I was told to remind you not to put any weight on the railing on the balcony. Maintenace has to give it a look, but it could break.” The service man said as President Emily just nodded and put her hair up. She dismissed him and took a moment to enjoy the fact she was President of the United States.

President Emily Wilco went out onto the balcony followed by her younger self and the trickster. The reporters who the agent had mentioned were gathered below looking up and shouting questions. President Wilco rolled her eyes as this wasn’t knew but still annoying.

“I can’t hear you if you all speak at once.” She said but got no reply. It was close enough she could make out the dozen or so reporters and their cameras crews but high enough that there was an issue communicating. The president tried again to convey she couldn’t hear them all at once, but she leaned on the railing she was told not to.

The railing broke and fell to the ground below, missing all the reporters. President Emily Wilco, with no support now, tumbled over the edge of the balcony. There were gasps as she fell, but luckily for the President she there was a high hedge next to the balcony she landed in. She bounced into it, branches snagging on her silk robe, before she bounced out at the bottom landing on her feet in front of the reporters and their cameras. It would have been impressive if her silk robe hadn’t been caught on the branches and ripped right off her body.

President Emily Wilco was standing before reporters and cameras in just her beige granny panties and a beige bra. The president covered herself for a moment, one hand on bra and one on her crotch, while present Emily and Loiana watched. Emily was mortified once again even as president she was humiliated.

“You’d think you’d switch to something else after becoming president. Like try a thong or boyshort.” Lo said as the President took a deep breath. She removed her hands and straightened her hair.

“Alright, what were your questions?” President Wilco asked as she began to take questions from the reporters in just her bra and panties. Emily was amazed that her future self was doing it with poise and grace, like it didn’t even matter that she had been humiliated once again.

“Wow, I get to become as cool as her.” Emily asked smiling.

“Cool being a relative term, yes.” Loiana said as she snapped her fingers, and they were back in Emily’s kitchen.

“That is so amazing.” Emily said to Lo, who poked her in the forehead.

“Sleep.” Loiana said and Emily passed out.

Representative Emily Wilco awoke to a bright sun shining day. She felt rested and remembered the fantastic dream she had about her past and future, though embarrassing, was all for the greater good.

“It was just a dream right?” Emily asked as she picked up her phone and went to the local paper’s website. The pants dropping incident had happened the night before at the town hall, but she was pleased to see her polling points had gone up. People loved that Emily could laugh at herself by putting together that “skit” as the paper put it. People thought she was relatable and took embarrassment in stride and didn’t let it stop her as the story listed other embarrassing moments Emily Wilco had survived and came out looking stronger than ever.

Emily smiled as she rolled over and there was a package on the bed beside her. A small, gift-wrapped package with a card. She grabbed the card and opened it, it was from Loiana and read.

“Dear Emily Wilco,

Yes, last night was real. No, it wasn’t a dream. We went to your past and your present. You have a good future ahead of you. I got you a little something, but also have some bad news. You are going to forget our little journey unless you do the follow.......”

Emily read it and gasped as it was a bit embarrassing, but she beat embarrassing for breakfast. She opened the small gift and inside was a picture in a frame that made Emily laugh. It was a picture from a Christmas party of Chelsea Nelson, Emily’s college presidential rival. Instead of the popular woman Emily knew, Chelsea looked a bit like a nerd in this picture. Her jeans were around her ankles and her face was frozen in the middle of a shout. Behind her was Loiana, dressed the same as the previous night, clearly hiking up her pink thong giving the former bully a massive wedgie. In the corner read Happy Holidays.

Emily smiled and then set out to do what Loiana asked so she could remember the events of the past night. Emily marched towards her back door to her small yard. She slowly lost clothes as she did, first the top of her pajamas leaving her in a small white tank top and then the pants, leaving her once again in her large, neon orange briefs.

She stood in the doorway to her backyard, in as little as possible. It had snowed as there was a few inches on the ground. Emily steeled her resolve as she stepped out into the snow barefoot. She bent down grabbing a handful of snow and looked around to make sure no one was around. It was all clear and she reached back and let that cold snow down the back of her undies. Emily let out a little yelp as the freezing snow was bad in her hand but worse now on her butt.

Once that was done she followed the next part of Loiana’s requirements. She reached back with both hands, grabbed the waistband of her granny panties and yanked up as hard as she could. Normally a wedgie was rough, but a wedgie with snow sliding between your cheeks made it ten times worse. Some of the snow slid out the leg holes from the force of the wedgie, the rest melted into the fabric and into her skin. Emily Kept on holding the wedgie in focusing on the memories.

A card fell from the sky in front of Emily. She let go of the wedgie and picked it up. It was also from Loiana.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe you did it.”

Emily laughed and guessed she would remember a lot.