Osha had been hunting for hours but had only caught 3 rabbits. This deeply frustrated her, when she lived beyond the wall, she was able to hunt more animals in a shorter amount of time, but ever since she went over the wall and started to help Bran Stark, her hunting skills had gone downhill.
Osha then spotted another rabbit, she grabbed her spear and was about to throw it at the helpless creature, but then suddenly, an arrow came flying from the east, and into the rabbit, killing it instantly. Osha looked to her left and saw, to her annoyance, Meera holding a bow. Osha glared at her.
"That was my kill" Osha snapped.
"You should've been quicker," Replied Meera. "That's my twelfth rabbit today, how many have you caught."
"Three" Oshe quickly replied.
Meera smiled smugly. "Oh, do they not teach you how to hunt beyond the wall."
"Listen girl!" Osha snapped "I used to catch 20 rabbits a day when I lived over that wall."
Meera shugged. "Well, you're not catching that many now are you?" Said Meera as she bent over to take the arrow out of the rabbit.
That was it! Thought Osha, the cocky young woman had been nothing but rude to Osha ever since they met, now it was time to teach her a lesson.
"You've got a big mouth haven't ya" Said Osha as she walked towards the younger woman. "Do you know what they do to cocky little shits like you over the wall?"
Meera rolled her eyes "I can't wait to hear this." said Meera, still bent over. Osha then put her hands down Meera's trousers and grabbed her underwear.
"Don't need to say nothing, I'll show you!" As soon as she said that, Osha rocketed the young girls white panties towards the sky. Meera lost her balance as she was dragged towards Osha by her undies.
"AHHHH!" Meera shrieked "WHAT ARE YOU DOING."
"What, don't they teach you about wedgies down south?" Osha said with a smile. After she said this, Osha grabbed the middle stream of Meera's underwear and pulled forcefully up with both hands, making the wedgie infinitely more painful. Meera screamed at the top of her lungs, Osha just smiled.
"This is what us free folk call a wedgie. It's the perfect technique to use on cocky little bitches like you." Osha explained (though I very much doubt Meera was listening.)
"This is the basic wedgie, but there are many different types of wedgies." Osha moved her hands to the waistband, gripped it through the leg holes and slowly moved to Meera's front. "For example." Osha pulled with all her might and lifted Meera clean off the ground. "The flying wedgie!"
Meera screamed and grabbed on to Osha neck. Osha swung the younger girl from side to side, thus intensifying the wedgie. Meera screamed again.
"Osha. I'm sorry!" said the frightened girl "I won't act cocky again and I'll let hunt the rest of the rabbits, just please, stop the weegy"
"It's pronounced...WEDG(YANK)...IE(YANK)." Osha said, yanking Meera's panties on each syllable.
"AHHHH" Meera screamed "OKAY, WEDGIE, WEDGIE! PLEASE, NO MORE!"
"But Meera" replied Osha "There are so many more techniques I haven't demonstrated, it'll be a shame not to show you."
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