Mashed Between a Massive but Sweet Rainbow

Part II

Getting Cucked In the Middle of a Fuck

Button cried as he was sealed into his new world. When the band of the panties slowly snapped against the stretching expanse of blue land. There was light. And then there was darkness. A thickness of blackness coated with the spicy-sweet musky scent of Rainbow Dash's staggering cock.

This was SO not how I planned on spending my weekend. Button Mash rolled onto his side. His legs spread, granting access for the slope of the dark-blue penis to slip against the bottom of his barrel. She was hard, the leathery skin of the member hot, burning into the softness of his belly. They were supposed to fall to their knees and grovel at being found out! But that cunt of girl stuffs me in here instead! And against HER cock. GROSS!

The happenings of the outside world was lost. The thickness of the fabric allowed, through the heavy strands and stitching, the vaguest, blurriest, and haziest view of the outside world. Shapes could be made out. Movement could be felt. Voice muffled. What was to happen next, lost.

But he didn't feel lost. Or that he had lost. His mind whimpered in defeat. A body placed against the cock of a woman, one of massive height, her dick of great girth, one that, even with his own cock pressed again, barely impressed on its skin despite being pressed against it.

And then there was the matter of the bathing.

The depths of Rainbow Dash's baked an aroma of scented warmth. Periodic waves of heat emanated to throbs of the massive member. The stretching and sloping wall of thick fabric kept everything in, air and all, which only made the heat compound in response.

And the smell. The scent! Fragrance of a man tinged with a bordering sweetness of femininity. Dominating. Commanding. But deeply alluring. That musk thickened in its already dense state, kept in by the panties with the source of its creation. Its only escape, however, came in being sucked in deeply to Button lungs.

I... shouldn't be enjoying this. Button kept his head high above the member like a child with their arms cross, head turned, asserting a false sense of control. But his neck lumbered with holding up his big head. It ached, wanting release. Not that I am! Only someone fucking retarded would want to be in here.

His head lowered without his knowing.

Much less riding the cock of the freak that stole my girl. No guy would ever like that. There isn't a guy to get off to that kind of shit. A freak, maybe. But I'm no freak. Just a normal guy fucked over by the girl I like and the colossal bitch she somehow wound up.

There was shifting beyond the fabric. The package he laid on rose, swaying while still contained, the ceiling of plush softness starting to weigh into his back. But he didn't seem to notice, or care. Not even when his own cheek pressing into the heated skin of Rainbow Dash's giant dick.

Maybe that's what happened to her? Tempted? Y-Yeah! That would make the most sense. How does a girl like Sweetie end up with a non-girl like Rainbow? Talked into it! Sold lies and given false supposed. A fragile and vulnerable girl like Sweetie would fall for anything—that's why she needs a guy like me! To talk her out of shit like this!

But Button still found himself in the same issue he entered the panties with. His cock ached and begged for release. The allure of seeing giant women fight and fondle, and him being held and handled, now left him repressed with so much arousal to express.

Only.

The panties were in the way.

He properly re-entered the world with a series of blinks. The side of his face was pressed into the expanse of blue, spanning out a great distance on either side, a slope downward blind to his vision. He had one eye open. It strained itself to keep open. The heavy fabric weighed into his cheek, pressing his other cheek deeper into Rainbow's quivering member.

And yet... no more complains left his lips. Only whimpers. Tiny moans followed in the recognize of the barrel of heat pressed into his chest and belly. All four of his legs had slipped across the shaft, spread out with him crashing down, his limbs now clutching close out of reflex, hugging the quivering length of meat, appreciating how its hardness pressed into the softness of his legs and belly.

He was a weak thing. Holding onto something hard.

Button had ceased to think. To object or reject. His mind went silent and the nerves of his system burned alive with the tingling of passion. Damn it. His arms hugged against the member the best they could, covering not even an inch of it, but embracing the slab of meat as tightly.

That was right. His cock was still erect and very much hard. But... he couldn't reach it! His arms and legs tried lifting from the heavy matter only to be weighed down by the thickness of the panties taut around his frame. He was thankful, in an unconscious way, of how it pressed him harder against the cock he was supposed to have nothing but disdain for.

But his own dick was aching, plead, needing to be helped, asking to be pumped, begging to be fucked. It didn't matter how. Pleasure was what it craved. No matter the sort. No matter the style. No matter the shame.

With half of his face pressing into the heated skin of the cock, the tiny boy rocked his hips forward and back, rubbing his shaft between the massiveness of Rainbow's dick and the softness of his belly. Knowing that his cock was so tiny, nothing compared to the beast that held his hold body... how it bathed him in its scent, forced him to remain in its prison... all of it, every damning detail, did nothing but allure further arousal out of his wretched state.

Button didn't even realize it. His body had gone on while his mind turned off. But when he came. When he returned to the world once more, like a victim of a trauma retreating into themselves and blocking out the word for a period of time, Button caught his body doing something he wouldn't normally allow.

His little brown body was grinding on the lurching dark-blue member. Lifting his face, he watched the length of it loom out into the distance, where the massive head pressed against the black wall of fabric. Something so big and masculine held him. And here he was nearly humping the thing.

And he didn't even stop when he realized this.

Button scrunched up his face to repress the building pleasure. Fully knowing what he was doing was... something he'd insult others for, he arched his hips into the air, pressing back the fabric if by only slightly, and humping with all his mind the surface of Rainbow's cock. His head would pound into the skin, sinking into the thin layer, before the solid wall of meat below didn't budge—but its strength, the raw feeling of hardness sent tingles quivering back up his dick. Here he was, humping another cock, one that didn't even react to his most intense of thrusts.

And then his world opened up.

“What do you know? I thought I felt some tickling in there.” First came the booms of her voice. The second was the cool air coursing in, letting out some of the dense musk that had made Mash mad. The freshness was an insult; the dominance of the scent was what he craved more. “Hey, Sweetie? Don't ready up your fingers just yet. Check out what your friend is doing in my underwear.”

When the ceiling of the panties pulled away, the pressure on the brown boy's back lifted, and with it, he could have stood up proper. He didn't need to be any closer to Rainbow's dick. Any excuse to get away was a good one. But now, with the space around him now more open, he did the thing that he shouldn't have done while being watched by a girl like Dash.

Button Mash spread his legs apart. Moans escaped his lungs while the heat and hardness of the blue cock pressed into his cheeks. Then, arching himself forward, he thrust his cock, forward and back, against the mass of dick, flicking his hips when he could to better ride out the aching and needing within.

He was vaguely aware of the second shadow by the time it was too late.

Button leaned back his head to see something that, on any other context, might have made him feel good and even horny. Above, past the pulled black waistband and the slim blue belly, two monolithic head hovered over the opening of his prison. The tight white of Sweetie Belle looked within the held out underwear, seeing the boy that she'd spend a few classes with... riding her girlfriend's cock.

“He's... humping your dick.” Sweetie's sun size eyes closed and then opened. “He's so tiny against it. I-I almost couldn't see him at first! Maybe your scent made him go crazy?”

Rainbow laughed. “Pfft! Yeah... right! Guys like that always have some craziness beneath the surface. Feel me?” But then Rainbow bit her lower lip. Her hips swayed slightly, wanting to thrust, though she held herself back. “But I'm not going to lie. Knowing that I have that little shit on my dick, paying his due service to it. That I could... mhmm... c-crush him at any second with it.”

Rainbow then flicked her gaze to Sweetie. “Do it.”

“Do what?”

“C'mon. Don't play dense. I see that hunger in your eyes.” Rainbow sat down on the side of the bed, keeping the front of her panties open. Sweetie could gaze into it with greater ease, but with greater confusion as well. “You're seeing that little dick rocking his against my massive fucking cock. He's pathetic down there. And all you want to do is wrap your hand around him and make his current wish come true.”

Sweetie should have leaned back. She didn't. “You want me to stick my hand... in your underwear... with him?”

“How else is the dude going to get jerked off by an actual girl?”

Sweetie hadn't been sure about all to go about all of this since the little boy was discovered. Sure. He was kinda bland, his personality whiny, and his character gross beneath the surface of all that he pretended to be.

It only took the worse of his words for her to toss him into the underwear of her lover.

But when she had done so... she did so with a strange... glee. A thundering of the heart. Like feeding a mouse to a snake. More sexual in nature and less violent in the result. But the comparison didn't make much sense. Especially when Rainbow's dick was rounder than most snakes.

This? Seeing that tiny boy riding across the monstrous cock that only she could hardly ride herself? His desperate thrusts. How his head fell and kissed the surface of Rainbow's member. A quick glance up at her face sold the story. Rainbow's was gazing down into the front of underwear, watching the little boy ride her giant dick. Her flushed cheeks spoke of the pleasure and amusement she was getting out of all of this.

And then those same pink eyes turned and set on her. “You're not going to leave your babe hard, are you?” She then swallowed, closing her eyes. “Listen. I really need this. Knowing that this little waste is going to get crushed against my dick by your hand... I... something about that really gets me fucking off.”

Rainbow rolled back her head. One hand held open her panties; one hand curled the sheets of the bed into her palm. She needed help. Pleasure was her desire. In all the times Rainbow had been the controlling and asserting one, here was a moment, despite it being strange, where Sweetie held all the power.

And, much like that cock, she was going to milk it for aaallll that it was worth.

“You like all of this, do you? Throwing such a tiny boy in your panties just to see how he'll feel against your impressive cock?” Sweetie leaned into the side of her lover, loving the feeling of their skins touching and brushing. Rainbow radiated heat. That's a good start. “All while having your girlfriend watch as someone else gets to have fun with your... stick?”

Sweetie made a ticking sound with her teeth, throwing her arm over Rainbow's neck, then pressing her chest in. Rainbow's left arm slipped into her tight cleavage, the white mounds locking and sinking into the slenderness.

“Haven't you thought about how I might feel? Knowing that you're getting this much pleasure out of that boy rather than me?” With her arm hooked around Rainbow's neck, Sweetie pulled herself up to her side. They both had an equal downward view of her open panties. Of the speck thrusting against a blue pillar. “Girls like me around to get jealous. What if you like him more than you like me? And the perversion! Showing your underwear like this with him like that. Perverted. I swear.”

Sweetie then gazed down at Button Mash and almost felt compelled to blow him a kiss.

Almost.

“Y-You know it ain't like that, Sweets.” Rainbow turned her head to the right, the two face inches apart, lips exhaling warm breaths onto the other. Brash and cute. Towering and tight. Two contradictions of personalities that made for the most wonderful of paradoxes. “Just a strange situation that's really getting me fucking off right now.”

“Better than how I get you off?” Sweetie's hand sneaked down to Rainbow's crotch, both of their faces still staring at each other. She smiled more than she should have. But something like that wouldn't give her intent away. “Now I know you're just trying to hurt me. Feeling so powerful because you have a tiny boy worshipping your cock. But now you forget about who visited that temple first.”

And with that, Sweetie dove into the kiss, one met with awaiting lips.

And with that, Sweetie's hand guided over the girth of Rainbow's cock, casting a shadow for the speck on the middle of it. Oh, how little she cared for him now. He was a slave to lust. Now a tool to enhance their sex. Perhaps some of Rainbow's scent had been getting to her too.

Sweetie waited a second. Rainbow then melted into their kiss. Her hand nearly slipped out from her panties. That's when Sweetie knew it was time to strike.

From inside the black pair of panties, the long white digits of Sweetie's hand smashed down against the rod. Finally! Something sizable able to take the beast on. The tiny boy inside had only a second to glance up, to stare in the alabaster sky of a perfect and silky palm, until it slammed down onto him, crushing him with plushness.

A shiver and a tingle rocked Sweetie's spine at the feeling. That wiggling at the junction between her middle and index finger. The pokes. Taps against the skin. Brushing of minuscule breaths. She'd caught the little boy where she wanted him. Such a big boy shrunk so small. He wanted nothing more than to ride Rainbow's dick.

And Sweetie was going to give him the proper expanse.

Rainbow couldn't have been blamed for break the kiss. The intensity of how hard her head threw back was worth, to Sweetie, the absence of her lips. She's never reacted this way to the first grab. Having Button down there... must be making her extra... sensitive... Sweetie licked her lips.

Glancing down into the panties, she watched as her hand as she slowly pumped up and down the length the shaft. The handling was awkward for a point. Being able to crush Button underneath her palm, even for a few moments, was worth it.

It seemed like something had changed when he was grabbed. He fought back. Kicks and punches and maybe even a bite. But none of that matter. With a grin, she rubbed him across Rainbow's cock. She pressed him in when she could. It meant more of him touching the softness of her hand, but it was worth it when more of his body was forced to sink more into Rainbow hardness.

But the low growls piercing the silence from Rainbow spoke about that not being good enough.

So Sweetie Belle loosened her grip. Letting her palm lower and press up against the underside of the cock, she gripped it tight, letting her delicate fingers curl up across it, her ring finger coming down to press upon the back of the small boy.

And now like this, with her body fully leaning into Rainbow's side, she jerked off her girlfriend. She grinned throughout it all. The soft sounds of her pumping broke through the air, rhythmic and tantalizing. It was in tandem with Rainbow growing moans.

Rainbow was like a puppy being scratched behind the ear. “When the hell did you get so good?”

Sweetie gave a mock laugh. “You're lucky I'm doing this. Pumping your cock while you have a boy on it.” She leaned in close and blew warm winds over Rainbow's ear. Then, she whispered into it: “You're enjoying all of this, aren't you? Having him down there. Letting your girl pump him against your cock. Both of us just pleasing you, teasing you, doing everything we can for you.”

Rainbow spread her legs out further. Her crotch filled out more in the open space. Then, straining her eyes, she managed to crack one of them open. One downward glance told her everything. The pretty white hand pumping up and down, squeezing and letting go and squeezing, all within the tightness of her panties.

And the squeals. The screams and sounds coming from the speck within.

“It's a shame we're going to make him wet in there.” Sweetie kissed her cheek while Rainbow kept watching the sight below. She was getting out of breath. The aching in her cock was thickening and pulsating. Just how much more of this could Rainbow take? “Your pretty dick looks so wound up in there. It'd be nice to have all of it out in the open. Wouldn't you like that? Seeing him cling to your penis while you walked, it swaying left and right, bobbing up and down, forcing him to hold on tighter to your growing size.”

Rainbow gasped. “Who... taught you to talk like this?”

Sweetie only nipped at the side of her blue lips. “The master.”

And when they kissed, closing their eyes, they knew the game they'd been playing was nearly over. Both lost themselves to the kiss. The heated bodies coming together to start a fire. Rainbow groaned and moaned and seconds from exploding.

Sweetie sensed the final throb. It was always her favorite. Instead of throwing her head back to drink in the bliss, Rainbow pressed herself deeper into the kiss, sharing her wine with her lover. They both went all in.

Sweetie's hand quickly raised to the top of the underwear, feeling for the tiny boy. He pressed under her index finger. Perfect. Scooping him with the ends of her fingers, she felt him roll onto her palm and, wasting not even a single second, brought her hand to the end of the underwear.

She slipped her palm to the front of the dark-blue cannon. Button was pressed against the flare as well. The underwear was at its tightest here. There wasn't even space for the tiny boy to wiggle. Sweetie delighted in this fact more than she should. Her thighs rubbed together. Knowing he was about to get blasted by cum, shot after torrent, all because she held him there?

“Mmhm... d-do it...” Sweetie broke the kiss for a second, staring into the eyes of her silent lover. “Bathe him in your cum.”

And then Rainbow did as she could.

Sweetie also moaned at feeling the cock throb with every powerful blast of cum. Feeling it blast into her hand, splattering her palm, utterly coating the brown speck into nothing but creamy whiteness. He deserved it. The cock he had ridden so hard was finally giving him his just reward.

Knowing all of this was happening made Sweetie moaned again, rubbing her thighs together. She could feel a similar heat warming in her white, cotton panties. A slickness catching to the fabric. Normally, she wouldn't want Button near such a place, but with him defeated like how he was, being there too would feel more like a prison and punishment than what he had been dreaming of all these years.

But even then, she wasn't going to allow him to enter a place like... that.

“That's right. Milk everything out onto him. See if he can drink it all.” Sweetie started to lower her hand while she said this, pulling back from the barrel of the shaft. With the coated boy, her fingers went reaching down to the testicles that had produced the dripping hard work above. “And you said you wanted to crush him with your balls, didn't you? Well.”

Sweetie shivered when her fingertips brushed against the heavy sack. It nearly burned her skin at the touch. With a grin, cupped them, playing with them between her fingers, enjoying the way heftiness to them. They made the sack taut around them. But even better than that, they would be the perfect, new home for Button Mash.

Sweetie could repress the pleasure pulsating out from her pussy. It burned. Wanting to be filled. Wet from the sheer shamelessness of the act. Her hand came to the bottom of Rainbow's balls, pressing the tiny boy up into them. Within a few seconds, she pulled back, her palm free of Button Mash.

The cum that coated his body glued him to the underside of Rainbow's balls.

And with her work done, Sweetie pulled her hand out. The panties snapped shut after that, sealing the boy within his fate. Not that anyone else cared for what it would be. Besides Rainbow. Knowing that he would get swayed and knocked by her balls, sometimes crushed when he sat down... that was a tickle that would enhance later masturbation.

But for now, Sweetie pulled away from Rainbow. Leaning onto her hands and knees, she gave a giggle, crawling behind Rainbow. Her skirt was still down, but enough to still tease Rainbow with the white panties underneath—and the wet spot near the crotch.

Upon reaching the head of the bed, Sweetie turned and then collapsed onto the pillows. She gave a look to Rainbow that asked: 'Why aren't you on top of me yet?'

Rainbow quickly replied. She crawled over as well, only this time, let her body fall over the frame of Sweetie Belle. She took great pride when her balls came crashing down over the crotch of the white panties. Little tingles came from her sack, but, quickly placing more of her weight on it, silenced the little bug.

Button, in a way, had gotten his wish.

To be mashed between two girls.