Mashed Between a Massive but Sweet Rainbow
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When the squeak of the bedroom door came from afar, and his tiny body was sent scampering behind the towering, glossy blue lamp set on a field of wood, Button Mash realized that all of this, every part of his silly plan, was a seriously bad fucking idea.

But it was too late now. He was a brown speck against the sea-blue surface of the lamp, cowering, while the wood vibrated beneath his feet. He heard rumbles in the distance. Footsteps of deafening pitch that quickened his heart. Scary movies always had pronounced footsteps, but now, they sounded like they could crush a house.

And then the door opened.

It was hard to see them through the haze and blurs and sheer distance that separated them, but the sight still grabbed Button's heart. Clutching it, slowing and soon stopping it, the unreality of the situation now tickling his most profound sense of fear.

“That was soooo boring!” The towering figure of creamy white came to a pause before the bed. She stood in that adorable way young adults like her do. Hip pushed to the left, a hand laid upon it, though the long curls of her hair blocked the sight of her face. “And you so totally lied to me as well!”

“Please!” Button fell to his bare ass and deeply—and squeakily—at the other looming giant. Her very presence threatened him. Now that it was over a hundred feet, the power she held over him, that assertion, magnified to an insect coming to the toe of a goddess. “You knew what you were getting into when you agree to be my plus one. It wasn't that bad.”

The back of Sweetie's head whipped to the side, the jungle of her mane swaying to the side. “I've had been tea parties with Rarity's and her clients than this.”

“Oh, ho, oh! Is that the way you're going to play it, girlfriend?”

“I thought we were just benefits.” Sweetie's head turned back. With a corner of a smile that only Button saw, he then witnessed her tongue sticking out accompanied by a crude but cute sound. The sheet of its surface could hold the diminutive boy without even weighing down the fleshy pink carpet. “Unless you actually do feel something more for this princess? I know, my sis—oh. My um. Sosphiscti... Nghh!”

Rainbow took an earth-crushing step toward Sweetie. “You mean sophistication?”

“Hey! Not fair! Only I get to be the, uh...”

Rainbow smiled. Throwing her arm over and around the white, silky neck of the younger girl, she brought her head close—the difference height difference between lips but a mere few inches, but Rainbow seemed eager to dive for it. “You get to be the sophisticated one once you've nailed saying the word properly.”

Sweetie pouted. “I bet Rarity can art-ticulate that word properly.”

“And you already know perfectly posh girls aren't my thing.” The dive of Rainbow's snout went straight for the younger girl's lips. But the kiss was strange. Rainbow Dash, for all her assertiveness and energy, pressed against Sweetie's lips in a contained stream of passion.

While Sweetie opened her mouth, due to a few jitters, parted her lips a few more inches than she should. The result was sloppy, hungry, and beyond adorable. Hunger. The craving for each permeated the room.

Meanwhile, back down on the bedside table, there was no use in getting Button's jaw to start working again. The power of the scene, of the young and the younger kissing before the bed, pressing their monolithic bodies together, coating the air in their growing hunger for the passion they seemed so desperately wanting to explore.

Button should have been yelling at the top of his lungs, or stomping his feet into the wood that spanned into the infinite distance of timber. But much like real life, and even more now, things weren't simply going to go his way because he wanted them to.

But none of these things happened for a straightforward reason. The aching of his bare cock kept him still. Shrinking down meant leaving his clothes in the closet of Sweetie's bedroom, then making it to her bedside table before it potion kicked in for good. She left her key to her apartment underneath the floor mat. Thank predictability and naivety for that.

There is no way I'm getting off to this. Not to my girl getting ganked by the blue slut of the skies. One of Button's heads buzzed with these thoughts; one of Button's heads ached with the feelings about two titans and their large hands feeling the sides of the other's bodies. Both of them are going to pay for this. I was clever enough to catch them in the act. That's all the proof I'll need to take them both down.

It should also be noted that Button is a fucking retard.

Then the kiss of the giants broke.

“Okay,” Rainbow said. From down on the table, Button saw a half of her face from over Sweetie's shoulder. Prismatic strands covered her one eye. That intimidated him somehow. Knowing that Rainbow, naturally cool and sexy, could have her body act on its own to make it more so. “So maybe half-posh girls are kinda my thing.”

“And half-boring girls are mine.” Sweetie's index fingers traced across Rainbow's lips, little whimpers coming from the other side. With her teasing done, the smaller girl was at the perfect height for what happened next: leaning her head into the blue, exposed cleavage, her face sinking into the squishiness. “How are you going to make the rest of my night not boring, Dashie?”

“Ooooh! You did not just do that.” Rainbow Dash shook her head. She did nothing about the girl on her chest. “You don't just lay your head on my breasts, then call me that, thinking you can get away with it.” She gave a confident chuckle. “Others have paid with their lives for much less.”

Sweetie lifted her head from the colossal rack of boobs. She did so when the blue hand on her side then snaked to her lower back, going down to lift her light-pink skirt up, exposing the tight white panties beneath. The fabric stretched. It struggled to contain the two white cheeks together. This shortness resulted in their undersides being exposed to the tiny boy.

“And just how are you going to make me pay?”

Rainbow only smiled. Setting a hand on the top of Sweetie's breast, her palm sunk into the creamy white softness underneath the fabric. “With the cracks in your voice that come whenever you scream.” She then grinned. “And what would you know? I can already feel your tits stabbing my hand from underneath your dress.”

“Then be a good girl,” Sweetie stood upon the tops of her toes, whispering into underneath Rainbow's ear, “and get this top off your princess?”

Button Mash continued to sit on the bedside table, on his ass with his legs spread apart, his limp cock growing to life and hardness. Aching. Aching! The arching swirled and expanded and demanded to be grabbed and tugged and jerked to express all the raw kinkiness being exposed to his body by the two towering giants.

What was worse, or perhaps better, was Rainbow's hand snaking to the back of Sweetie's panties. They were a white field that Button much rather be a speck against. While her cheeks weren't plump, they were deliciously tight, fragile even now like small hills to his tiny height.

Small hills he'd love to run and roll and get caught between of for sure.

Anger should have risen. Blistering rage at seeing the blue hand of impossible scale slip into the back of Sweetie's undies, the taut fabric defining the back of Rainbow's hand against it, pressing her digits into the dense, compact ball of white fur. But all Button Mash could do, in his quite pathetic state, was guide his hand to the top of his cock.

This isn't me... getting off to getting fucked over by her. His brown hand stroked down the surface of his shaft, brushing the skin, teasing himself first like all those articles had told him to. Repress the pleasure now; experience orgasmic euphoria later. This is me exacting revenge! Yeah. They may think they're frisky to each other for their own sake—but little do they know that I'M the one getting off to it.

And he got off to it damn well enough. He was watching the two hottest girls he knew of, each attractive in their own kind of way. There was an allure to seeing Rainbow guiding Sweetie to pleasure. How her hand kneaded the thick dough of Sweetie's tush. The raised skirt and plain white panties, tight and taut and stretched to its limits, not because of the bigness of the ass but by the deliberate choice behind the smaller underwear.

Not that anyone was complaining.

But that 'restraint' lasted mere seconds before the next act of the giant couple commenced. Having had her fill of white balls of fuzz in their two softest of variations, Rainbow took both of her hands back and, with a grin, set them both on Sweetie's shoulders—pushing her to the bed without much force.

The act, however, sent Button into a furious jerking fit. The crushing squeaks of the bed from the initial impact came with a sweeping current of air blowing over Button. He gasped. His stomach clenched. The winds were strong, even tickling pleasure across his cock, but not enough to sweep him back.

Seeing the white landscape collapsed onto the bed still startled his heart. To his mind, Sweetie was still a fragile girl, barely in her twenties that, much like a princess to him, needed to be cared for due to their fragile state. Not that Twilight ever had such problems—but she was an outlier, he swore.

But! Something about that tickled the deepest parts of his unconscious mind. Knowing that the fragile girl was being pushed, being kneaded and touched, control asserted over her body... that semi-helpless feeling raged fires across the vein of his shaft. He closed his eyes, summoning the image of her massive cheek being grabbed from underneath her underwear.

It was his first time seeing such a thing. Girl on girl action played out in fiction alone. Photos of panties underneath a skirt came from only clothing catalogs and the odd porn magazine he could steal from the market. To have the real thing seen, much less in a tantalizing, massive scale, covered his cock in burning heat more than his pitiful, hasty jerks could express.

In the distance, the towering landscape of Sweetie Belle came to cover the flat world of the bed. The smooth, white pillar of her leg propped itself against the bed out of reflex, the angle of it perfect for Button who, from the archway between the plush thigh and her ankle, saw the crotch of her panties, exposed by her hiked skirt, its fabric up on her belly and across her legs.

Nnngh! O-Oh... what I wouldn't give to be in there. Button was a breath behind in his breathing, but focused his efforts on pumping the delicious feeling out of his cock. He thought about Sweetie's panties. About being pressed against the white expanse. Walking across the land of cotton. Feeling his feet sink not only into the patty of her underwear, but into the soft, squishy mounds beneath it. And why shouldn't I sneak in there anyway? If she's going to sneak around with Rainbow, then I should be able to sneak some time with her p-p-pussy as w-well.

“Fuck. Now, don't you look cute like that?” The springs of the bed groaned again. Rainbow Dash's knees came and sunk onto the mattress, it bearing her titanic weight, as she crawled over the other girl. “Backed up on the bed with your skirt all over the place.” She purred as her chest passed over Sweetie's crotch. “I can feel you breathing, you know. So out of breath. Your body just radiates heat, doesn't it?”

Sweetie leaned her head into the headboard of the bed. She was a giant. Massive and powerful. But even now. Despite her size. The other girl was bigger, stronger, more controlling and asserting and by Celestia able to turn on a stove with her looks alone. She could set the heat with the hungry intensity in her eyes alone if she so wanted to.

“Did I ever tell you how much I hate cute girls?” Rainbow laughed something bitter, something heavy, something... alluring. Blue legs covered white ones without compilation. The width of their frames wasn't even a fair comparison. “Do you want to know why I hate cute girls, Sweetie Belle?”

Sweetie opened her mouth to speak, to say some words, to give an answer, maybe earn some control back in this wonderful dynamic they apparently had. But when her lips parted, when sounds were supposed to emerge, only whispers cut short by whimpers sounded in the most adorable series of squeaks and turnings of the head.

“It's because it doesn't take any effort for you to look cute. It comes ... naturally. It's just the way you are.” Rainbow stopped her advance inches before noses could touch. “Even right now, you're fucking adorable. So cute. So out of breath. So wanting to be fucked.”

When Sweetie Belle turned her head back, she did so with half-lidded eyes and breathing warm breaths out through her mouth. Her shoulders felt burned from the heat rolling off them. More than that, however, was the deep ditch plaguing her arousal from deep within her tight little cunt, a small, constricting passage begging to be filled.

“But I want to hear you say it.” Rainbow giggled. Leaning her weight to the left of the bed, that freed one of her hands to rise into the air. Sweetie breathed a little harder upon seeing the hand lifted with a purpose around it. Then, the fingers of that hand wiggled, and Sweetie's eyes glinted. “I want to hear what the words 'Please fuck me' sound like coming from a cute girl's mouth.”

But Sweetie shook her head. “Y-You... I won't s-submit to something that embarrassing...”

“And there you go again! It's so cute that you think that.” The hand dipped out from the air, and Sweetie tensed upon feeling it touch down on her thigh, cupping the copious plushness there. Slowly and surely, the palm rubbed up against her legs, the places it touched becoming more heated once she left, leading to the most heated areas of them all.

Sweetie didn't scream when Rainbow's hand slipped its way inside the front of her panties. There was no space there. The fabric pressed the hand against the tuft of pink swirls above her crotch. Tickles. Little touches. A scratch just above the place where she needed it most.

“But don't forget how you're paying me back for that little remark of yours.” Rainbow laid herself up and closed to Sweetie, allowing her to still keep her legs propped. She brought her arm over her leg, allowing her hand greater access to her tight little underwear. “Now let's hear you scream, princess.”

Sweetie barely had the seconds to compose herself from the dirty talking, of having her lover lay down next to her, with a hand down her skirt and panties, teasing the place about her that burned That ached. Inching and clamping and desiring to be filled. Insanity nearly claimed her mind from the sheer lust oozing from her crotch.

And then two nimble little fingers pumped inside her tight little passage.

Girlish little screams and cries floated past Sweetie's eyes as her head threw back against the headrest. Her long curly strands bunched up against it. With her head back, eyes closed, and teeth nibbling down on her bottom lip, the poor girl struggled not to whine every syllable of the words needed to be said.

Or were desired to be said.

Button couldn't contain all the pleasure and joy and bliss aching and expanding and dripping from his dick. Seeing his girl being so teased and dominated by the more experienced woman twisted his lust in a way not felt before. His toes curled while he watched the Amazons have their fun, not wanting his own to bust and the possible pleasure afterward turn into rust.

“Such tight panties on such a cute girl.” Rainbow gazed up at the tilted back head of her lover. Sweetie's expression bunched up in barely restrained pleasure. Why would anyone ever repress themselves from expressing possible euphoria? “Cute girls usually wear small sizes. But these? I can barely move my hand inside of them.”

Whimpers squeaked from Sweetie. Never ending. Holding back the sounds of her arousal were impossible. Even with her most delicate of places being explored by the most dangerous girl she knew, Sweetie couldn't help but shift her hips, rocking them slightly, getting just a tiny bit more pleasure out of what was already there.

“You may be a cute girl.” Rainbow stopped moving her hand, with the biggest grin her lips could bear, upon feeling the gravitation of the crotch against her fingers. She had her! Sweetie squealed painfully in response. Her body nearly snapped up straight. “But you're not as innocent as you let on, are you?”

Sweetie barely kept herself from crying.

So. Rainbow then whispered into her ear: “Show me how naughty you are.”

And then Sweetie cried out what Rainbow so desperately wanted to hear.

“I w-want you to f-f-fuck me!” The fingers at the entrance of her pussy then pumped inside at once, causing her legs to close in out of reflex. But she wasn't done. That was merely a brush of air against burning flames. “I want you to p-pleasure my n-naughty little pussy! Please! Just ... don't tease me anymore and fuck me!”

Rainbow rolled over onto the girl's side. With Sweetie's head back down, their faces closed the gap between them. With only inches to spare, and each feeling the heat radiating from the other, Rainbow licked her lips at what was to come next. “Looks like someone has a naughty tongue.” Rainbow laughed. “But don't you worry about that. I got plenty of uses for a naughty tongue in a moment and—what the hell is that?”

Sweetie Belle spasmed against the sheets of the bed, the sound of the fabric wrinkling overcast by the towering pitch of her hurt whimpers. It wasn't fair! Her burning crotch had been covered by the coolness of the hand. Her tight and wanting pussy had been filled, if only for a treat, by the nimble fingers that stroked along her walls in perfect timing, starving off her lustful hunger if only for a few moments longer.

But now that hand, once kept tightly in her panties, had now slipped out. It left her hot and bothered and cranky and wiggly and needing to be touched. Or fucked. Or anything! But as her thighs closed in against her crotch to apply some sort of pleasure against the burning place, her light-green eyes followed the course of the blue hand.

It better have found a better purpose than the purpose of pleasuring her.

When Button Mash had closed his eyes while he beat his dick off, feeling that, even with his curled toes he couldn’t hold the orgasm off for much longer, he had given up the idea of trying to contact the giants. He would give them shit another time. For now, he would take revenge by stealing in their bliss.

After that, it would be a matter of crawling in some panties when no one was looking.

So. When the black field of the overhead shadow blanketed his surroundings, Button opened his eyes and looked up. He expected to find the chain to the lamp, much like the same that held up a drawbridge, to have been yanked and for darkness to have covered the room.

What he wasn't expecting, however, was to stare up into the blue fingertips of two stretching digits. Or to see the slim expanse of slender nails coming down for him, plucking him by the scruff of the neck, and then whisking, without time for him to even scream from off the desk.

“Hey, hey, hey! Wouldn't you know it! My reflexes are still quick enough to catch a bug.” Rainbow's massive, dark pink eyes squinted in on the speck of brown held before her face. Sweetie joined in as well, pressing her cheek into Rainbow's. The meshing of white and blue was beyond cute. “Though you don't look much like a bug.”

Sweetie's lids closed and opened in realization. “That's because it isn't a bug.” She leaned in close, enough for the radiating heat of her blushing cheeks to wash over the tiny boy. “That's... M-Mash... is that... you?”

What does a tiny boy do in a situation like this? Shrunk, having sneaked into a girl's room and, with his cock exposed and erect, letting the two lovers know he had peeped on them? And not only that, but now dangled, between the scruff of his neck, before two giants?

“Of course, it's me!” Button Mash cried out as loud as his voice would allow, which cracked and dwindled it, like a ladybug attempting to whisper. He struck out his arm and dug a finger at them both. “And you two are so busted! I've caught you in the act! There's no way you two are just friends. Not when you're sleeping around like this!”

Button brought back his arm, crossing them both over his chest while closing his eyes, a satisfied expression consuming his face.

“Whoa whoa whoa!” Button eyes blew open upon being yanked around in the air, nearly whipped left and right in a sickening lurching sensation. His arms flew through the air, reaching for anything. Nothingness was all that he found. “Back it up a second there, shrimp.”

Button Mash couldn't stop himself from breathing heavily the moment the shaking stopped. He was held still in the air. The skin of his chest constricted against his heart, which beat frantically, each pump expanding it into the shrinking tightness of his body.

Death had never felt so close for the young boy.

“I know you're not talking to this amazing girl next to me.” Rainbow glared down at the speck of a man. She saw more of a speck than a man. For once, reality was correct in how it presented its contents. “Just who the heck are you anyway?”

The brown speck actually grinned in response. “The name's Button Mash.” He gave a laugh that no one besides himself heard. “You know, the close guy friend of Sweetie Belle? Not that we made anything official yet, so I can understand some of your confusion.”

When Rainbow's eyes narrowed, and her head inched back, Button took this sign of confusion for the one he had been speaking about.

The poor, fucking fool.

“I've always known Sweetie Belle to be a bit more... frisky than she lets on.” Button felt his heart pounding, but it was no longer from fear from being dangled about. It was confidence. It was regaining control over the two faces pressed firmly together! Even if Sweetie's expression bordered on blankness. “All the times she would bend over in public. And I would just happen to be standing behind her.”

That was, of course, a lie.

The first time he saw the back of her panties was just now.

“But I—“ Sweetie's went to speak, but halfway through, had her mouth covered by Rainbow's other hand.

“She's frisky now, is she?” Rainbow continued. Her eyes flicked over to Sweetie, a quick glance, one that sold a story. Seconds later, her hand fell away, and Sweetie Belle remained quiet. “It seems like you know a lot about her.” Her massive blue face leaned in closer, obliteration the vision of the tiny boy. “What else is she keeping from me?”

“Other than the fact we're together? Not much.” Button shook his head. “But having caught you two like this, some could consider this cheating.” He threw up his hands and gave a pleading look to the jury. “I had to shrink myself down just to find all of this out! Surely, I'm owed something for all of this? I'm willing to forgive the whole cheating part, you know, but that should come with me getting something, right?”

Sweetie leaned her head back.

“Oh! I agree with that one.” Rainbow nodded her head. She then smiled strangely. Had Button been any wiser, he would have known it was sinister. “Totally uncool to find your girl shacking it up with another.” Then came her nod to sell the story. “But at least it's with another girl, right? It's not like you found her shacking up with another guy.”

Button dipped his head in thought. “I... suppose you may be right with that.”

“C' mon! What guy can resist girl on girl action?” Rainbow let more of her fingers curl around his body. Bliss. It came from being able to hold him with her index finger. Holding another with only her hand. Oh, this was going somewhere. “That's hardly even cheating! Just exploring to make herself more experienced for him.”

Button went to talk only to cough.

“What? You have explored her body before, haven't you?”

“I, er, this has been... a few times.”

Rainbow leaned away from her lover, enough for them to face each other. “Hey, Sweetie Belle?”

Sweetie shivered back into consciousness. Finding Button tiny sent her into a trance, one that told her everything happening was but a mere dream. The awful words coming out of his mouth supported that theory. But she was snapped out of it by the sound of her lover's real voice. “Whuh? I mean. Y-Yes?”

“Do you know this dork at all?”

Sweetie set her heavy gaze back on the little boy. That's what he was, what he looked and sounded like. The extent of his words told more of what was between them than what there really was. She didn't hate him. She didn't like him. She just didn't care for him.

“He was a classmate from school.” Sweetie turned her head back to Rainbow. “We hung out and sometimes drank milkshakes together. But that's it.” She set her eyes back on the tiny boy, watching how his prideful expression crumbled. Never before had she felt so ... big. Especially around Rainbow. “But we're not really close beyond that.”

She then exhaled. The wave of her breath made him shiver. “In fact, not only did most of what he said never happen ... it's kind of disgusting too.”

“W-What?” Button Mash closed his eyes, seething behind them. “You ... bitch!” His eyes blasted open like initial wave of combustion at the starting of a fire. “Has that been it this whole time! You were leading a good guy like me on this whole time?” The wiggling of his struggles rocked him forward and back in the open air. “Just you wait until—“

Rainbow's fingers crushed around him at once, the crunching of bone echoing in his ear. Strained gasps trickled out from his mouth. The hand curled into a fist. Only some of his upper body was visible above it. “And my girl and I aren't going to be waiting around for much. You know, I've dealt with guys like you before.”

She then laughed. “But I've never dealt with your kind the way you deserve.”

When the pressure released from his frame, Button fell forward on the top of the blue fingers. He hated it. Resting on the very digits that had crushed him. They were smooth and soft, enjoyable to feel. His erection hadn't gone away. It now laid pinned, from the fingers of a woman, against his stomach.

The first time a girl had ever touched his prick.

How pathetic.

“It seems like you've been wanting a lot more from Sweetie then you've let on.” Rainbow lowered her hand. Now, if the tiny boy wanted to see them, his head had to tilt all the way back to see their faces looming above him. Almost like a goddess. Rainbow liked the idea of that being Sweetie. “Typical mark of a coward. Spinning up stories in that head of yours.”

Button went to speak, but when he tilted his head back, the sheer size of the two faces, the ones of girls gazing down at him stunned his tongue.

“But don't you worry! You've got a friend in big 'ol Rainbow Dash after all.” Sweetie Belle turned her head back and whipped her gaze onto Dash, who met the look with a smile and a wink, an official seal that everything was going to be okay—for them, at least. “I'm going to make all those tales of yours come to life. It seems like you've wanted to get in a girl's panties for a while now, haven't you?”

Button lifted off from the long index finger he'd been lying against. Could it be true? Was Rainbow Dash really this lax? With her personality, it could be possible. “Longer ... then you could believe! But why would you ask?”

“Believe it or not, shrimp, but I'm not the kinda girl to hold grudges.” Button smiled at those words. So it was true! His eyes blinked rapidly in excitement. “Way I see it, you're a horny boy looking to get in some undies.” Rainbow cleared her throat. “And we're looking for all the help in the bedroom we can get.”

Button snapped his fingers. “I can understand that! Without having a guy in the picture, the moves in the bed become quite limited, don't they?”

“Don't they ever.” Rainbow snickered. “So how about I make you, uh, a little deal? You help us out now, and I'll let you stay in the back of some underwear for a really long time.”

Button laughed. “You drive a hard bargain, but to get underneath Sweetie's skirt, I'd be willing to do anything.”

Rainbow smiled. “I'm glad you agree! But that's kind of strange.”

Button blinked up at the blue giantess. “Er ... what is?”

“That you thought I was talking about Sweetie Belle this whole time.” And with that, the hand holding him was pushed to the side—before Sweetie's face. “Say, can you hold him for a sec? I need to get these pants off.”

Button Mash flicked his gaze between the two giant faces, from the smugness sprawled across Rainbow's experssionand the still near confusion on Sweetie's. But the white hand came and claimed him at once. Button went to scream, but when the smaller, white digits wrapped around him, he squealed instead, feeling pressure against his cock again.

Sweetie Belle wasn't sure what to do next while Rainbow slid off the bed. She took a moment to reflect on the absurdity of the situation. To her side, the other blue giant was taking off her tank top, tossing it aside without much regard. Her breasts bounced out into the open air, not nearly as big as the padding of the top let on, though still tantalizing sight nonetheless.

And then she focused on the little wiggling inside her hand. Here the young girl held a boy in her grip. He was small and tiny and struggling. Rude and nearly disgusting to hear. But something was alluring about holding him like this. Knowing that, if she squeezed her hand even slightly, he would arch his back and start to yell.

But she also looked down her own body. The idea of Button even touching her body now caused a brewing deep within the pit of her stomach. But the allure didn't come from that. No, no, no. It came from the idea of dominating him with her body. To stuff the filthy boy into her panties and forcing him to endure a day in there.

It felt fitting, in a way, more fitting than her panties.

“Having fun daydreaming over there?” When Sweetie snapped back to the world, she did so feeling the weight of the bed shift forward again. Her gaze then filled with Rainbow Dash sitting down on the bed, without any pants, and letting her legs stretch out to her sides. “I think you've been teased enough. How about we start my turn now?”

From the middle of Sweetie's clutched fist, Button was forced to turn around with the girl that held him. He didn't like that. Not how Sweetie came up on the bed, only to sit back on her legs, placing herself between Rainbow's thighs.

Only, to Button, her massive jugs—to him—filled out into the air before him. Rainbow's breasts curved in the softest of slopes, ending nearly as quickly as it began, but from what was there was more than enough for the tiny boy to play with. “Placing me against your breasts? Heck yeah! I did sign up for this after all.”

Rainbow chuckled heavily in response. “You know, for a guy with your kind of mindset, you should try looking down more often.”

Button found it hard to tear his eyes away from real breasts. Knockers that hung just in front of him, massive in size and scale, looking like two waterbeds for him to hop on and get lost between. Even the dark blue tits that capped each breast looked big enough to hold his body up. For him to cling to, stick his dick inside, and have some fun.

But he did look down as he was told, and what he saw was another dick that was not his own.

“Wowowowowo! N-N-N-No way! Uh-uh!” Button could clearly see what the sheer distance between should have left vague and blurry. Oh no. The hand clutching him lowered, in a desire of its own, to come closer to Rainbow's package. “You ... I always heard the rumors... b-b-but I never thought they were true!”

Button shook his head. He groaned, struggling to turn his body from within Sweetie's grip, the plushness of her palm rubbing across his torso. He wiggled an inch to the left, enough to rest his hands on the bolder that was the knuckle of her thumb. Then, he tilted his head back to look up at his giantess captor—seeing her eyes locked, quite in a trance, with the thing he feared most.

“Are you kidding me? You seriously can't be in love with a girl that has a cock! Hellooo?” Button threw his hands up in the air. Waving them around like he didn't care was of zero help to his cause. Sweetie's eyes flicked down to the tickling in her hand, her gaze appearing as though she'd forgotten about the brown bug. “She's totally a freak of nature! A fragile thing like you shouldn't be with her in the first place? Her being a freak on top of that should have been a deal breaker.”

A low hum sounded from behind him.

Button's eyes went wide, and his heart stopped beating, his body trying to die before it was killed.

“There ya go, buddy.” By the time Button turned back in Sweetie's grip, the towering women had already placed her hands against the bed, leaning back into them. She left the blue furry expanse of her belly exposed, as well as the custom deep dark panties of her crotch. “I was hoping you went off and said something like that. Now, this has gone from teaching you a lesson to full-blown revenge!”

Button's jaw dropped. “I, um, didn't mean it? I mean, you are a freak of nature—but I didn't mean it in a totally negative sense!”

“Aw! Now, don't you go off sweating about that.” Rainbow rolled her head, cracking her neck, getting herself ready for something. “If I took the word of every guy who found out about my, well, you know, condition—then I wouldn't exactly be in the great shape that I am. But you’re the first guy who's going to get to pay for that remark.”

Button didn't know what those words meant, and he didn't try to figure them out, but had the answer revealed to him a second later. Another slender white hand flew past him, approaching massive black expanse of panties in the distance. There was a bulge rising against the fabric, a pillar of utter girth the fabric clung to, defining it perfectly against the article.

Button promptly whimpered. “Never thought I'd see the day when a girl had a bigger erection than me.”

The white hand pressed down on the bulge. It trembled at the touch. Its fingers searched down its length, striving to curl over the girth, but her fingers coming quarter way. Button nearly cried. Each of Sweetie's fingers swirled around him many times over, longer than a ten-story building.

And they couldn't even cover a fraction of Rainbow growing erection.

“Who said you could start teasing me right away?” Sweetie's head shot up at the voice above, gazing into Rainbow's eyes. Button tried to do the same, but her face was obstructed by the underside of her breasts. “Making him watch you jerk me off is beginners play. Besides, we promised the little guy that he would be a part of the experience, didn't we?”

Sweetie gulped. “W-What is it you want me to do, then?”

Rainbow answered her by opening the front of her custom panties. The rising smell of a dense musk covered the air at once. Sweetie's eyes lit up at the scent; Button pinched his snout and tried waving it away. Both came closer to its source, when Sweetie leaned in, peering into the front of the waistband.

The dimness from inside the panties nearly made the sight hard to see. But it was there. The edge of a slope seen through the shadows. The dark-blue beast loomed within the depths of the panties. It peeked out from the thick darkness at the very bottom, an abyss that Button could very well get lost in if everyone wasn't careful.

“What are you waiting for, Sweetie?” Rainbow tugged out the waistband of her panties further, flicking her hips for effect. Her cock jostled for a second, the top of its barrel rising out more from the darkness. “Drop the little guy in there already. We're already playing this a little late.”

Sweetie blinked repeatedly. “You were serious? You actually want him inside your ... underwear?” She glanced down at the tiny boy held in her hand. He was shaking his head, his small eyes pleading with her own. Desperation oozed from presence. “But what if he gets lost in there? Your panties go deeper than most do.”

“That's the best part.” Rainbow flicked her cock upward. Half of its barrel peeked up from the darkness, its sheer size and girth scary at normal size, much less one that would be less than a speck against it. “Either the little dude grabs onto my cock and holds on for dear life. Or he falls to the bottom and gets lost.” She then laughed. “Even then, he'll still get crushed by my balls. But at least he can climb up back to my dick from there.”

Button slammed his fist into Sweetie's curled index finger. “Are you kidding me? There is no way you're stuffing me in underwear with a gigantic cock! Especially when it belongs to that freak!”

Sweetie glared at the tiny boy. Before another word could escape his mouth, his grip tightened around him. He pushed upward in response to avoid the crushing sensation. But what hurt him more was when her hand flew over the top of the open panties, holding him over the abyss of the waiting underwear below. “Don't you dare ever call my girlfriend that word ever again.”

“I'm sorry ... I'm sorry!” Button stopped struggling the second the grip around him relaxed. But peering over the white hand did nothing to quell his fears. The fuzzy expanse of Rainbow's blue belly led down into the confines of her crotch, stretching out for miles on either side, a dark, musky world looming in the depths of her underwear. “Sometimes my mouth will just start talking on its own, and I'll go along with it!”

The leviathan of a dick flicked against the crotch of the panties once more, restless to have the offering being suspended above. The longer it took to have its treat, the more it thrashed around in its abyss, producing a deeper scent of musky wine that Sweetie was already drunk on.

“But that shouldn't mean I should be pressed against someone else's cock because of it! I'm messed up, sure! Though do I really deserve something like this?” Button cried when the hand suddenly uncurled around him. Powerful winds blew, ones only he could hear, as his waist became pinched by Sweetie's thumb and middle finger. Slowly, he was lowered into the murky abyss. “My mouth lies on its own too! That shouldn't be my fault! It's some kind of mental condition, isn't it?”

Sweetie's hand stopped inches above the waistband. Did his words change her mind? Her face lit up in thought. Far above, the groans of Rainbow sounded, but the blue goddess kept to herself. The deity of her dick continued to flick and grow from inside its pen. The aching hunger that had consumed Button minutes ago was beginning in similar effect in Rainbow.

Only Button would be the one to appease it.

“So when you said you've seen inside my panties before.”

“Lies! They're not my fault.”

“They're still wrong.”

“Then let me make them right? How do you want me to do that? Please!”

“By making them true.” Sweetie shouldn't have grinned as much as she did, but her lips stretched enough for someone as dense as Button to take the hint. She took some sinister delight in seeing his face curl up in horror. That powerful sensation swirled in her stomach once more, slowly reaching downward. “And this will be your first step.”

Sweetie then tilted her head to the side, gave an innocent smile, and said: “I hope you enjoy the ride down there!”

Button threw his hands to the sky in rage as if the act were capable of doing anything. Seconds later, the grip around his waist split apart, letting him drop, the rushing air filling his lungs with Rainbow's most personal scent.

The light of the world dimmed in under a second. No longer did the towering expanse of white and blue make up his world, but rather, sloping walls of stretchy blackness. The only thing of color were the two fingers at the waistband above him, holding the entrance to his soon to be prison open.

Maybe it wasn't too late for Button!

His back then smacked into something hard. The initial contact was soft, the heated skin padding to the concrete of meat beneath it. The impact sent his body rolling a few feet to the right, and even after that, he was nowhere close to falling off the side of the colossal cock.

“Now don't you just look cute down there.” Button laid on his back, breathing, trying to suck in the oxygen from the pure musk. Above the thickness of darkness, past the held waistband and the blue tummy stretching ever upward—Rainbow's face hovered over his prison, smiling down at the speck against her cock. “Not that I can say I've known you for a totally long time, but you look like you belong down there. You know, pressed against my enormous dick at all times. Heck, I can barely feel you against it. Gotta be pretty pathetic to not even make an impact on a girl's cock, hey?”

Button groaned. “You ... talk too much.”

“Is that so? I can let my dick do all the talking from now on if you like.” Rainbow grinned before her head turned up. “Hey, Sweets! Come check out our little boy toy before I close the lights on him.”

Button did not want that from happening. Despite everything that had happened, even he did not want the girl he had been trying to impress for years to see him lying against a massive cock. But sure enough, the face of beautiful white passed over the brim of the underwear, starting, with eyes that nearly glowed green into the depths of the panties.

It took a second for their eyes to lock.

Sweetie hadn't been sure what to be expecting when she peered inside the underwear of Rainbow Dash. She knew Button had to be in there, somewhere, and the very idea of her feeding him to a hungry abyss turned her on in a way she was nearly ashamed of. Had it been anyone less demanding, and she wasn't sure if she would have done the same.

But outright laughter burst out from her inflated cheeks at the sight. The cheeky little boy laid on his back, limp and hopeless, on a sprawling member of dark-blue skin. The cock wasn't affected by him at all. It throbbed still. Each tremble shook and rolled Button, who screamed and cried and whined, looking terrified to be on top of a living thing, and even more so to get cast over the edge where a hefty nutsack could barely be seen from the shadows.

“It—“ Sweetie placed a hand over her mouth as she giggled “—looks like you're going to fall off. You may want to take my word on this. I've ridden Rainbow a few times before, and well, she can get very ... wild.”

Button may be tiny, but his glare could still be seen. “And what the hell do you suggest I do?”

When Sweetie brought her hand to the underwear, slipping her fingers over the blue ones holding the waistband open, she did the next act with no shame, but a strange sense of pride. “Hold onto Rainbow's cock for all that you're worth—and hope that you don't fall off!”

And with that, Sweetie slipped Rainbow's fingers off the waistband, letting the elastic snap against her crotch. The material conformed to Rainbow's bulge once more, bigger than it had been moments ago, flicking nearly frantically against the fabric. What was better, when the girl then decided to stand up, was the tiniest bump near the start of her head.

“I think I can see lover boy against my underwear.” Rainbow stood up to the side of the bed, turning back to it with a full erection. The cotton was being stretched to its limits, and the minuscule bump on the top scrambled in place. “Problem is my panties are a bit too ... tight. It feels good having him pressed tightly against my cock, but it doesn't feel like there's a chance in him falling over.”

Sweetie already knew where this was going. They both were ready and in their regular positions. Rainbow stood at the side of the bed, waiting, with her cock pressing against the panties. Sweetie came up to it and sat back down on her knees, face to face with her favorite kind of package—with something unique to sell the memory.

“You're not all that fair, Rainbow Dash.” Sweetie gave her cutest pout up at the standing girl. Her face hovered inches before the cock barely restrained by fabric. Nearly inaudible screams squeaked. “You harp on me for using fancy words, but you're also not clear sometimes! Never telling me exactly what you want.”

“Oh? Then there's an easy fix for that, princess.” Rainbow leaned in real close, still flicking her hips, delighting in her cock smacking against the speck on top of it. Knowing she had a tiny boy inside her panties, trapped by the very thing he made fun of her for ... was immensely pleasuring in a way. “I have your tool of a friend stuck in my panties and pressed against my dick. He can barely move, and I'm not getting the pleasure that I crave.”

Sweetie still shook her head. “That's still not clear enough.”

“Then, how about this?” Rainbow growled with lustful hunger. “I want those pretty little hands of yours to get to work on my junk. I want the 'fragile' princess to jerk off my cock while I'm still wearing my tight panties. And I want you to crush that little shit against my cock every time you pump me. By the end of it, I want him covered by my seed, before being crushed by my heavy fucking balls.”

Sweetie only smiled. “That's it?”

Author's Note

Greetings gang. For those who know of me, I like to tell the story behind the story in these little things known as author's notes. But right now, my motorcycle is kinda fucked up, and I don't really have the time to go into a spiel about words and work.

So please expect my usual ramblings in Part II. It drops tomorrow.

Hopefully.