Reckless and Feckless

by YetAnotherTweenEdgelord

Rating: mature
Tags: Sex, Narcotics, Diamond Tiara, Slice of Life, Babs Seed, Silver Spoon, Equestria Girls, Porn, Button Mash, Fetish, Cutie Mark Crusaders
Length: 5631

The Crusaders, Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon, and Babs Seed have fun at the beach.

The Crusaders, Diamond Tiara, Silver Spoon, and Babs Seed have fun at the beach. Rumble and Button have fun with each other.

All characters in this fic are 18.
Cover by uotapo.

Wall of Degeneracy:
Chapter 1: Teens in swimsuit Boob envy Watersports Lots of watersports Silver Spoon's shy bladder Scootacum Scootaloo being a brain-damaged lesbian Apple Bloom having hell of a family Incest mentioned Diamond Tiara being the only sane person in general.
Chapter 2: Voyeurism BOYS KISSING Jeffrey Dahmer responsible gay sex boys fucking M/M sand getting in your boyfriend's ass before you do suspiciously long description of Babs Seed's feet slurs because Babs has no filter mentioned drug use Babs Seed being a thicc idiot mentioned crossdressing M/F/M gay sandwich

Published 2024-01-05 22:30:00 UTC
Last updated 2024-01-05 22:30:00 UTC

Feckless

With an excited scream, Scootaloo emerged from the ocean, splashing water all over Sweetie Belle and Silver Spoon. Sweetie ignored her, standing calmly in knee-deep water, while Silver tried to dodge her, tripped, and fell into the water with an even louder splash.

“Watch out, you moron!” Silver exclaimed, getting up. “That’s a new swimsuit!”

“Aren’t they supposed to get wet?” Scootaloo looked at her own swimsuit, a black, two-piece outfit. The bra was somewhat too big for her and since they were on a rather secluded part of the beach, she considered dropping it altogether; her boobs were more on an aerodynamic side and if she stuffed some socks in her panties, she could be mistaken for a scrawny boy rather than a bratty eighteen-year-old girl.

“That’s an expensive cheongsam swimsuit,” Silver Spoon replied, her face red.

“So it’s Chinese?” Scootaloo asked. “This can’t be expensive. Or even if it is, then you can’t swim in it, so it’s useless as a swimsuit. I don’t get it.”

“It’s not for swimming, it’s for showing off!” Diamond Tiara exclaimed. She was lying on a blanket in a frilly, two-piece swimsuit which looked like the combined weight of all the ruffles and fancy bows on it would pull her underwater had they got soaked.

“Showing off?” Scootaloo blew a raspberry. “Boring!”

“Well, you don’t have much to show off, unlike some of us.” Diamond Tiara pulled the strap of her bra idly.

Scootaloo pointed at Silver Spoon. “She doesn’t either. She’s so flat you could land a plane on her chest.”

“Maybe, but in such a case you’re the plane,” Sweetie Belle said. “A two-dimensional one.”

“Nobody asked you for an opinion, your boobs will soon be bigger than your huge stupid brain, five-head.” Scootaloo replied. “Apple Bloom, you tell them. My boobs are bigger than Silver’s, aren’t they?”

“Ah barely notice they exist.” Apple Bloom looked at her own chest. “Ah don’t care ‘bout other girls’ boobs as long as mine are bigger than Tiara’s.”

“They’re not,” Diamond Tiara muttered.

“Who cares, mine are the biggest anyway,” said Babs Seed, whose huge, freckled honkers were on their way to develop their own gravity field. So far it was pretty successful in attracting Scootaloo, who felt that, if Apple Bloom's assertions that lezzing out being a sin were correct, then hell was probably a lot sexier than heaven.

“I can confirm,” Scootaloo said. “I caught a glimpse in the changing room and they’re bigger than my aunt’s boobs.”

Babs groaned. She wasn’t exactly gay, but unlike her somewhat more repressed cousin, she didn’t mind getting a bit scootasexual from time to time; still, she had a feeling that the vibrations from some of Scootaloo’s most powerful sex toys had given the poor girl permanent brain damage.

“And this is why no one wants to be in the changing room with ya,” Apple Bloom said.

Scootaloo came out of the water, shaking the droplets off. “Is it because I told you that the curtain matches the drapes?”

Apple Bloom blushed. “Among other things.”

“Good.” Scootaloo walked closer to Diamond Tiara’s blanket and dropped her undies down to her ankles. Then she squatted, presenting her thin yet muscular butt to Diamond, who furrowed her eyebrows and lifted her sunglasses.

With a loud hiss, Scootaloo started peeing, her pee hitting the sand and digging a small hole in it. The rivulets started to crawl around the sand away from the main puddle.

“Dude, what the fuck?” Diamond Tiara exclaimed, yanking her blanket out of the way of the growing puddle.

“What?” Scootaloo asked, not even bothering to stop peeing. “I always have to go after swimming.”

Diamond stood up, her cheeks flushing red. “But why right in front of me?” she asked. “There are toilets back near the changing rooms!”

“Which are about a mile away because someone didn’t want Snips and Snails to peek on her.” Scootaloo rolled her eyes and looked at the steady stream of piss flowing out of her. “I told you I could kick their asses.”

“Yeah, that’s how we wanted to start a nice beach afternoon,” Sweetie Belle said. “With you sending Snails to the hospital again.”

“At least he won’t be able to reproduce after the last time.” Scootaloo shrugged, shaking off the last droplets of piss, and stood up, looking at the puddle she’d made seeping into the sand. “Does anyone have a tissue?”

“You should never reproduce either,” Diamond Tiara muttered. “Oh great, I stepped in it! It’s on my foot!”

“Shut up,” Scootaloo said, pulling up her panties. “I can lick it off, if this bothers you.”

“Not as much as you wanting to lick my feet bothers me,” Diamond Tiara replied, rubbing her stomach. “Oh great, now I have to go too.”

“Same,” Sweetie Belle said. “Do we go to the toilets?”

Diamond Tiara looked around. “They’re about a mile away… Whose stupid idea was to come here?”

“Yours,” Silver Spoon said.

“I didn’t need your opinion, Silver,” Diamond Tiara hissed through gritted teeth.

“You can just go here, like me,” Scootaloo said. “By the way, Silver, have you ever licked Tiara’s feet?”

Silver Spoon blushed. “... no,” she replied.

“Would you like to?”

“Yes,” Silver Spoon whispered; no one really heard it as it was at this precise moment that Diamond Tiara decided to choose violence. Or at least passive resistance – she walked to Scootaloo and pushed her away, causing her to trip and fall into the wet sand. Then, Diamond Tiara removed her frilly panties, revealing her perky pink butt and a pussy adorned with a tuft of neatly-trimmed purple hair, complete with a white stripe.

“Nobody look,” Diamond Tiara said. “I’d piss in Scootaloo’s mouth, but that retard may like it.”

“Not quite my cup of tea,” Scootaloo replied, getting up and trying to wipe the wet sand off of her skin. “But I’ve seen Spoon’s search history, so–”

“Those are unsubstantiated rumors,” Silver Spoon replied. “I switch VPN five times a day and always use the incognito mode, so my search history is only between me and Jesus.”

“We’ll see.” Diamond Tiara squatted and dug a small hole in the sand, looking at Scootaloo. “Some of us have standards instead of just covering the whole beach in their piss.” With these words, she loosened her muscles, letting her urine hit the sand, slowly filling the hole. Diamond moaned, her butt blushing, exposed to the looks of other girls. Silver Spoon idly rubbed the front of her swimsuit between her legs; Scootaloo cared even less – she lay on the blanket with her hand buried in her panties.

Diamond Tiara stood up, the last few drops falling off her pussy lips, and pulled up her panties. She looked at Scootaloo and winced. “I don’t know if I should feel flattered or disgusted, but that’s my blanket,” she said. “Go flick the bean somewhere else.”

“You won’t be telling me where I can flick the bean.” Scootaloo rolled her eyes. “Who even calls it that?”

“Me, for example.” Diamond Tiara turned to Silver Spoon. “You too? I’m surrounded by fucking pervs. You’re no better than Snips and Snails.”

“It’s not that,” Silver Spoon replied. “You think you and Scootaloo are so clever, with your two-piece swimsuits. How am I supposed to pee here without taking it off and, uhh… flashing my goods for everyone to see?”

“What goods?” Diamond Tiara looked at Silver Spoon’s chest. “I’m afraid that when Scootaloo inevitably pisses off the wrong person, you’ll become the Netherlands of our group.”

“Full of tulips?” Apple Bloom asked.

“Constantly high?” Scootaloo perked up, still masturbating.

Babs furrowed her eyebrows. “Stingy?”

“I know!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed. “Silver’s gonna eat the prime minister!”

Diamond Tiara facepalmed. “I mean ‘flat and depressed’, you morons.”

Silver shook her head. “You should’ve picked a flatter country, like Maldives. The Netherlands aren’t even the flattest in Europe. That’d be Lithuania, which also had a very high suicide rate, but this doesn’t change the fact that I’m gonna piss myself soon!”

“I’ll leave Lithuania for Scootaloo,” Diamond Tiara barked. “Also, what if I tickled you and watch you make this white swimsuit yellow?”

“Don’t you dare!” Silver exclaimed.

Sweetie Belle walked to Silver Spoon. “Don’t worry, it’s easy,” she said, grabbing the fabric of her purple swimsuit and moving it out of the way; just enough to uncover her hairless pussy. She didn’t squat, just spread her legs, bent her knees a little and leaned forward. Urine shot out of her at a rather high pressure, hitting the sand and spraying around, some droplets landing on her cute, little feet. Silver Spoon blushed profusely and fixed her glasses, watching the spectacle from pretty much the front row.

The golden arc of Sweetie’s pee died down a bit, the last few droplets dripping down her thigh. She put the fabric of her swimsuit back in its place and kicked the sand a few times, burying the puddle she’d made. Then she wiped her hand in her swimsuit and smiled.

“Rarity would kick the bucket if she saw yer technique,” Apple Bloom said.

“Nah, I saw her peeing on Applejack. It was no better.” Sweetie smirked. “Your turn, Silver.”

Silver gulped. She moved the fabric covering her crotch aside and blushed even deeper. She’d shaved her pussy a while ago, but forgot to do this before going to the beach and realized that her pubes were growing back in a rather unappealing fashion.

“Shy bladder?” Sweetie Belle asked.

“Mhm,” Silver Spoon muttered.

“Don’t worry, I’ll help you.” Sweetie approached Silver Spoon and stood behind her. “Do you need to pee badly?”

“Yes,” Silver Spoon replied.

Suddenly, without a warning, Sweetie tickled Silver Spoon. Well, calling it ‘tickling’ would be a delicate way to put it. Sweetie just jammed her index fingers in Silver’s sides, right above her hips. Silver gasped, a stream of urine shooting out of her, staining her hand. She let go of her swimsuit, still peeing; piss trickled down her legs, staining her pristine white swimsuit.

“You bitch!” Silver exclaimed. “I peed all over my hand! Eww…” She ran deeper into the sea and squatted, washing her hands frantically.

“Are you peeing into the water?” Sweetie asked.

“No!” Silver exclaimed.

“Yeah, sure,” Scootaloo exclaimed.

“Only a little.” Silver pointed at Sweetie. “Because she made me pee myself.”

“You baptized your swimsuit, though.” Scootaloo chuckled.

“You know what?” Apple Bloom stood up and started taking off her green, one-piece swimsuit. “Y’all are overcomplicating things.”

“This is not a nude beach,” Diamond Tiara muttered when Apple Bloom took off her swimsuit and tossed it aside, standing in front of her naked. Her boobs weren’t as big as Sweetie’s or Babs’s, but still, their freckled glory made Scootaloo moan and come right into her panties. Diamond Tiara winced, the smell of Scootacum driving her insane.

“Meh, no one in the orchard goes to the outhouse durin’ the apple season.” Apple Bloom shrugged, squatting. “Applejack an’ me are topless when it’s hot, so it’s like, we’re almost naked anyway when we gotta go.” She let out a stream of pee, smelling faintly of apples. “Have y’all seen Big Mac peein’? His dick is huge.”

“So is your bladder, it seems.” Diamond Tiara grabbed her blanket, moving it out of the way of Apple Bloom’s stream of piss.

Apple Bloom licked her lips. “I once waited for him to fall asleep in the shadow of an apple tree and sucked him off.”

Diamond Tiara winced. “For fuck’s sake… I wanted a nice afternoon without everyone peeing, Scootaloo jacking off, and you going full hick mode.”

“That’s full hick mode, ya think?” Babs asked. “Big Mac fucked me in the barn during the family reunion. I couldn’t walk for days.”

“Eww.” Diamond Tiara winced. “Why do I even hang out with you?”

Apple Bloom finished peeing and put her swimsuit back on. “Because you wouldn’t get laid otherwise?”

“I prefer getting laid with dudes,” Diamond Tiara muttered. “Also, we need to go somewhere else now. The whole place smells.”

“Wait a minute,” Babs said. “I need to go too, but it may be a bit hard.” She looked at her blue one-piece swimsuit. Unlike Sweetie’s, Apple Bloom’s, and Silver Spoon’s swimsuit, its bottom part looked more like a pair of shorts, so she couldn’t just move it aside and pee.

“Just take it off, like me,” Apple Bloom said.

“Nah,” Babs replied. “It’s a swimsuit, right? It’s meant to get wet.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake…” Diamond Tiara muttered, watching a dark stain growing in front of Babs’s swimsuit. Rivulets of piss found their way down the legs of the suit and trickled down Babs’s thighs. Eventually, the soaked fabric above her crotch gave way, a stream of pee shooting through it, right on Silver Spoon’s legs.

“Bullseye!” Babs exclaimed when Silver Spoon screamed, yelling a stream of abuse about Babs and her ancestors.

“Now that’s tasteless,” Sweetie Belle muttered.

“Ya know what was fuckin’ tasteless?” Babs asked. “That one time when we had a sleepover and you shat your pants on a dare.” She looked down at a huge wet spot around her crotch. “Besides, Silver peed her swimsuit too.”

“But I did it in water!” Silver exclaimed. “Now even if we find a different place, you’re still gonna smell.”

“But it feels so nice and warm…” Babs shrugged. “Okay, I’m going for a swim to wash this swimsuit. Don’t go anywhere without me. We drove my car, so I don’t think ya can.”

Diamond Tiara stood up. “I’d rather go for a walk.”

Babs smirked. “Sure, but don’t think we’ll be looking for you…”

Author's Note

Good morning, God has let me live another day and I'm about to make it everyone's problem.

Freckles

A bit further down the beach, there was another secluded spot. It was a bit higher up the dunes and provided a good view of the place where the girls were, which wasn’t quite important for Button Mash when he went to the beach with his best friend, Rumble.

However, due to the events unfolding in front of him, Button was now lying on the blankets with binoculars and an erection stretching his speedos uncomfortably.

“Are any of them gonna show boobs?” Button asked, his face red. He’d never thought he’d get turned on by watching the girls pee, but since it was a sunny day on the beach, watersports seemed kinda natural to him.

“At least they showed butts,” Rumble said. “That’s more interesting.”

Button shrugged and yanked the fabric of his speedos. “You’re only interested in butts. Speaking of, have you brought lube?”

“Of course,” Rumble replied. “I’m an optimist. I always have lube when going outside.”

“One’d think it’s pessimistic.” Button shrugged.

“I’m a bisexual optimist.” Rumble smirked. “Although it’s the last time I went to Blue Oyster. No more fucking random dudes I met in the club or online.”

“Oh yeah.” Button nodded. “I once went on a date with a girl I met via an app. It was fun when we played video games, but then it turned out she had a bigger dick than me.”

“And I almost shat myself waiting for the test results.” Rumble shuddered. “Dickgirls are definitely funnier than doctors.”

Button groaned. “Yes, but not when they beat you at Overwatch.”

“So your pride suffered before your ass.” Rumble chuckled, hugging Button. “At least I didn’t catch anything, so we can enjoy the view and each other.”

Button shrugged. “But no more fucking random dudes, okay?”

“Dude, I learned my lesson,” Rumble said. “I met some older dude at the bar some time ago and we went to his house to have a drink…”

“How many guys did you fuck before we met?” Button furrowed his eyebrows.

“Don’t play innocent, girldick enjoyer,” Rumble replied, flicking his hair. “He passed out after one drink, so I checked out his house. The whole place smelled like shit, so I just stole three hundred bucks, his jacket, and his watch, and ran away.” He lowered his voice to a whisper. “Later I saw him on the news. Apparently the guy murdered seventeen dudes, kept their skulls at home, fucked their bodies, ate them, and all the fun stuff. If he didn’t grab the wrong drink, I’d be eighteenth.”

“Cool,” Button replied, feeling his dick twitch in his speedos. “Well, a bit creepy, but cool.”

“Yeah.” Rumble shuddered. “I found some weird meat in the fridge. Turns out it was the previous dude’s liver.”

“Did you taste it?” Button asked.

“Nah, I have that weird allergy from tick bites and I can’t eat meat,” Rumble replied.

Button chuckled. “Is this why you never swallow when sucking dick?”

“No, I just don’t like the taste, no matter how many pineapples you eat. And I didn’t eat the guy’s liver. But I did jerk off into the Tupperware. Presumably, my DNA is in the FBI's computer now.”

“Eww.” Button winced. “Can we stop talking about serial killers and guys who may or may not be poz?”

“Yeah.” Rumble looked at Button’s dick. “I think you’re already happy to see me.”

He stood up and took off his briefs, his erection dangling between his legs. Button also tossed his speedos aside and grabbed the lube from Rumble’s bag, handing it to his friend.

Rumble sat next to him, pouring the lube on his hand and started to gently massage Button’s dick as they kissed. Button moaned; Rumble poured some lube on his own cock and spread the substance on his hardening erection. He felt Button’s dick twitching under his slender fingers. Button got on his knees and bent over. Rumble smirked, slapping his ass.

“Hey!” Button exclaimed. “What am I, a piece of meat?”

“Better,” Rumble replied, planting a kiss on Button’s ass. “I can’t eat meat.”

He poured lube on Button’s tailbone, letting it drip down to his anus; Button shuddered, feeling the cold substance crawling on his skin. With his usual precision and grace, Rumble stuck a finger up Button’s ass, lubing him up. Button gasped in surprise, but he looked back and smiled at Rumble, who kept fingering him.

“I need something more in my ass, you know,” Button muttered as Rumble’s fingers teased his sphincter while his boyfriend jerked him off with his other hand.

“Say no more, amigo,” Rumble replied, grabbing his lubed-up dick and positioning himself above Button’s ass. “Also, you sound gay.”

“I am gay,” Button said, moaning when he felt the tip of Rumble’s dick prodding against his anus.

“Not homosexual gay, internet gay.” Rumble sighed and grabbed Button’s arms to gain leverage.

“You mean dumb?” Button groaned, trying to relax his muscles. The tip of Rumble’s cock slipped past his sphincter, spreading the walls of his anus. “Oof!”

“Yeah, but also gay.” Rumble pushed his hips forward, his ballsack slapping against Button’s cheeks.

“Dumb gay?” Button grabbed the blanket with both hands as Rumble started to fuck him.

“Homosexual dumb.” Rumble shrugged. “You need to eat more fish.”

“Is that some metaphor I’m not aware of?” Button asked.

Rumble groaned; he enjoyed the feeling of Button’s muscles twitching around his cock, but this boy could be dumb sometimes. “No, I mean it literally, you moron. What the hell is your problem?”

“You’re fucking my ass,” Button said. “I assume everything is a metaphor.”

Rumble shook his head and grabbed Button’s arms, pushing his hips forward. His dick hit Button’s prostate hard, sending waves of pleasure up his spine. Button gasped, dropping face-first into the sand while Rumble continued to fuck him mercilessly. He spat out the sand and took a deep breath, his cock twitching; Rumble’s each move sent a tingling wave to his balls as he felt the pressure increasing.

Rumble slowed down, giving Button time to get his bearings and stop himself from cumming too fast. The sharp jolts of pleasure turned into a steady stream, slowly increasing in intensity. Button moaned quietly; precum was pooling in the sand under him, the smell driving him insane.

“You good?” Rumble asked.

“Mhm,” Button replied, gritting his teeth.

“Good.” Rumble pulled back, his cock almost slipping out of Button’s ass and rammed his hips back into him. Button yelped in pain which soon turned into a moan of pleasure as he shot a thick load of cum across the sand and collapsed into it, his cock still twitching as Rumble kept on pounding on his prostate, holding him down as Button turned into a sobbing and gasping mess.

“Did I fuck you silly again?” Rumble asked, holding back his own orgasm. “Hope you’re not going to eat your own cum again. It’s already disgusting without sand in it, and now it makes me think about the FBI.”

Button muttered something in return and looked up, freezing suddenly; it wasn’t just because Rumble just came, sinking his fingernails in his back and filling his ass with his seed. Button gasped and inhaled in pain, but the true surprise was a pair of feet he saw in the sand in front of him.

They were small and rather cute, with pink toenails and dark skin, adorned with a lot of freckles. Button blinked, admiring the perfect proportions of the toe length and the smoothness of the heels. Then he looked up, at brown legs with more freckles, with seawater trickling down. Finally, his gaze reached the completely wet blue swimsuit and he saw that the girl in front of him was more on a chubby side, with wide hips and boobs the size of Chinese “weather” balloons. Her green eyes looked down on Button and Rumble as she smirked playfully, her short, wet hair sticking to the sides of her head.

“‘Sup, faggots?” she asked. “Don’t worry, I ain’t gonna tell no one.”

“No problem.” Rumble was the first to get his bearings, pulling his cock out of Button’s ass and getting back on his feet. “I think everyone knows already.”

“Oh yeah, Apple Bloom mentioned you two are degenerates.” The girl smirked. “As if her sister wasn’t a huge lesbo, and her brother…. Name’s Babs. I’m Apple Bloom’s cousin.”

“Rumble,” Rumble said, fixing his hair.

“Button Mash.” Button winced. “You came in my ass! I wouldn’t let you do that if I knew I’d have to talk to someone.”

“I’m sorry for him, he’s stupid. Especially after he cums.” Rumble rolled his eyes and kicked Button.

Babs chuckled. “I’m a teenage fag hag from Greenwich Village, I’ve seen funnier things than that. Ya ever woken up in a bed with two trannies on shrooms? Fun times.”

“No,” Button replied.

“Yes,” Rumble said. “I think we ended up at the same party once?”

“Man, I have no idea, I’m usually high as fuck.” Babs furrowed her eyebrows and looked at Rumble. “Did we fuck before, pretty boy?”

Rumble shrugged. “I vaguely recall being one of the trannies on shrooms. Earlier that night, I spilled juice all over my clothes and I borrowed a dress from some nice girl.”

“What?” Button winced.

Rumble blushed. “It seemed like a good idea at the time. Then another nice girl gave me shrooms.”

“Little Red,” Babs replied. “Don’t trust her, she has a bigger dong than your little friend.”

“Little?” Button exclaimed.

“Shut up.” Babs chuckled. “Bigger than some wildebeests at the zoo.”

“How do you know wildebeest’s dong size?" Rumble asked.

"My health insurance company had questions." Babs looked down at her body. “Anyway, I just saw some girls peeing, then I had to pee my pants, and now you two made me moist again, so I’m gonna ask a question. Are you, like, total butt pirates, or do you fuck girls too?”

“I do,” Rumble said.

“Good choice.” Babs smiled. “See, I fuck boys, girls, and anything in-between, ya know.”

“I never fucked a girl,” Button said, blushing.

“Ooooh, we have a gold star!” Babs smacked Button’s shoulder. “Not bad. Not bad at all.” She turned towards Rumble. “If you want to have a ride too, pretty boy, go and take a swim in the sea.”

Rumble raised his eyebrows. “Is that some New York slang?”

Babs groaned. “No, I just want you to wash your dick. I know where it’s been.”

“Right.” Rumble nodded. “I’ll be right back.”

“Take yer time,” Babs said. “I’ll have to have a chat with our gold star.” She smirked at Button, who trembled, suddenly feeling very naked. Babs looked at his flaccid cock and pulled down her swimsuit, revealing her enormous boobs.

“Huh,” Button muttered.

Babs chuckled. “I’d say your blood is already going from your brain to your dick, but I can’t see the results yet.”

“He’s just that dumb!” Rumble exclaimed from the water.

“Okay.” Babs approached Button, rubbing his skin with her boobs, seemingly by accident. “What’s up? Never been with a girl before because they don’t like you or because you’re actually a faggot?”

“P-plenty of girls like me.” Button blushed. “I just prefer guys.”

“Mhm.” Babs nodded, removing her swimsuit the rest of the way and revealing her large, freckled butt and a small tuft of hair above her pussy; as Button noted, she was rather plump, but with quite a lot of muscle under a layer of fat. He was pretty sure she could break him in two. “Do you like it?”

“Sorta,” Button replied, blushing when Babs embraced him and looked at his cock.

“Well, I don’t think he noticed yet.” Babs rubbed Button’s dick with her hand, making him shudder.

“I just came, you know,” Button said. “This may take a while.”

“Oh, worry not.” Babs licked her lips and dropped to her knees. She grabbed his dick with her mouth, slowly sucking on it while cupping his balls in her hand. “Hmm… Do you like it?”

“It’s still a bit sensitive,” Button replied, his knees trembling.

“Good,” Babs said, giving his dick another lick, catching the last droplets of cum from his last orgasm with her tongue. “All the gay dudes I know say guys do it better, y’know. What do you think?”

“You’re pretty good.” Button moaned when Babs sucked his cock, caressing the sensitive skin with her teeth.

“Homo and a liar,” Babs muttered, slapping his ass. “You’re not even a bit harder.”

“I said it may take me a while.” Button blushed even more. Babs stood up and embraced him, pushing him into her freckled boobs.

“You’re cute,” she said, kissing him on the lips. “Relax.”

“You just sucked my dick!” Button winced.

Babs laughed and kissed him again. “You also suck dicks. Your argument is invalid.” She kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth.

Rumble chuckled, watching them from the water. “Is he being stupid again?” he asked.

“Yes, but in a cute way,” Babs replied. “Have you ever thought about making a femboy out of him?”

“Constantly!” Rumble exclaimed.

Babs looked at Button. “Wouldn’t take much. A dress, make-up, longer hair, and he’d pass better than all the trannies I know. His mother wouldn’t recognize him.”

Rumble shrugged. “I don’t know. I met his mother and she immediately realized I’m fucking her son.”

“Mom knows?” Button winced, trying to free himself from Babs’s grasp.

“Of course,” Rumble replied. “And after we had, umm… a test ride…” He smirked. “She says you have a good taste.”

“Motherfucker, I’ll get you!” Button exclaimed, running towards Rumble. Babs tripped him, causing him to fall face-first into the cum-stained sand.

“Good,” she said, pointing at his dick. “Let the hate flow through ya.”

“What?” Button asked.

“Your lightsaber activated once you got mad at him.” Babs tackled Button, pinning him to the ground, and poked his erect cock. “See? Was it me or the thought of him fucking your mother?”

“Both!” Rumble exclaimed. Button flipped him off, but couldn’t do much more as Babs’s powerful thighs pinned him to the ground, giving him a good view of her pussy.

“Lick it,” she said.

Button’s eyes widened. “W-what?”

Babs sighed. “You’re lucky I already peed my swimsuit or else I’d go right on yer stupid face. I want you to taste pussy, so you get a whole experience, ya get it?”

“Yeah.” Button gave Babs’s pussy lips a half-hearted lick.

“Go deeper,” Babs said.

Button obeyed, sticking his tongue deeper into her fleshy folds. The taste of her pussy wasn’t quite unpleasant, but he still winced at it slightly.

“That’s better,” Babs purred. “Now, ya need to go slightly up… Can you feel this?”

“Mhm,” Button muttered.

“That’s my clit,” Babs said. “Since you found it, you’re already better than half the dudes I ever slept with and you’re a virgin faggot.”

Rumble emerged from the water and stared at Button’s struggles. “Are standards really that low?”

“Ya ain’t got no idea,” Babs replied. “Those who fuck the worst are the first to talk about babies. One moron even knocked me up once.”

“And what did you do?” Rumble asked.

“I took a shitton of drugs and went skateboarding,” Babs replied. “I nailed a Jesus flip, then I shat myself and almost bled out. The doctor said a skateboard axle got permanently embedded in my uterus like a thrasher IUD, so you can fuck me safely.”

Button made a disgusted groan.

“Don’t groan, boy, it’s still better than being a gamer. Also, the metal detector girl at Newark Airport knows me by name now.” Babs said. “Also, you’re doing pretty well down there.”

Button muttered something that sounded like “really?”

“Really,” Babs replied, listening to the wet sounds and barely holding back her arousal. “But I really want to feel something bigger inside of me.” She got off Button’s face and eyed him with a smirk. “Time to take your straight virginity, so to speak.”

Button froze. Babs stood above him, giving him yet another good look of her small feet and powerful, muscled thighs, and slowly lowered herself onto his cock. He gasped as its tip touched her pussy lips and slid inside effortlessly with a wet sound.

Babs tilted her head. “Huh, I must be hornier than I thought.” She looked around. “Rumble? Where the hell are ya? I have an ass too, you know.”

Rumble stood above her and smirked, looking at her huge boobs and muscled body. “I’ll get the lube.”

“Good boy.” Babs lay down on Button, grinding onto his crotch and sticking out her big, freckled ass. She kissed Button, backing her hips off almost fully before slamming them back onto his dick.

Rumble squeezed the bottle of lube and rubbed his cock as Babs pinned Button to the ground, choking and kissing him; her hips moved at a steady pace as she wrapped her legs around him. Rumble positioned himself above her; she stopped moving for a moment as he spread her cheeks, pouring lube between them.

“Get inside,” Babs muttered. She inhaled sharply, feeling the tip of his dick pressing against her sphincter. It eventually gave way and Babs screamed, now wonderfully, insanely full. Button’s cock was sending her pussy into overdrive, but it was almost nothing compared to Rumble’s enormous dick penetrating her backside in a mix of pain and pure bliss.

“You’re tighter than Button,” Rumble said.

“Shut up and fuck me, you faggot.” Babs panted. “In fact, both of you fuck me right no– oooh!” she screamed when Rumble retreated his cock before slamming it inside her with full force. Her stomach twisted and her pussy tightened around Button’s dick. She took a deep breath, her mind trying to come to terms with the wave of pleasure caused by getting right inside of the gay sandwich.

Tears flowed from her eyes when she came for the first time, her legs giving up and causing her to collapse on Button with the full weight of both her and Rumble, who nevertheless never stopped fucking her tight ass.

“You okay, Babs?” Button asked when another torrent of warm juices poured onto his balls. Instead of a reply, Babs bit his shoulder hard. He almost didn’t feel the pain, overwhelmed with both pleasure and hope that the combined weight of Babs and Rumble wouldn’t suffocate him.

“Holy shit!” Babs exclaimed, panting. “One more orgasm and I’m gonna shit myself!” She turned back to Rumble and smiled sheepishly. “Metaphorically.”

“I hope so,” Rumble replied, slapping Babs’s ass. “Button had an… incident once.”

“Hey, we agreed not to talk about it ever again!” Button shouted. “Besides, it’s a really bad moment to bring this o– aargh!” He moaned and twitched, cumming right inside Babs, who smirked, feeling his cum shooting inside her.

“You’re getting straighter when you’re angry.” Babs turned to Rumble. “Your turn, dude.”

Rumble panted. “I’ve been edging myself for a while, but if you wish...” He grabbed Babs’s shoulders and pushed harder, making her scream as pain hit her ass for the last few moments before he finally came, his semen leaking out of her and seeping into the sand. Babs took a deep breath and they both collapsed on top of Button before rolling off of him on the ground, where they lay, panting.

“That was fun!” Babs exclaimed. “I pissed myself again.”

“Eww…” Button muttered, looking at the moist sand he was lying in.

Babs laughed. “Don’t worry, you can pee on me anytime you want. Just don’t go for the hair.”

“Maybe later,” Rumble said. “What else are we gonna do with such a nice day?”

Babs shrugged. “I don’t know, but if my friends didn’t entice my repressed cousin into a lesbian orgy, I’ll be fucking disappointed.”

Author's Note

I have an idea for a third chapter, but this may take a while.