The Art of Losing
A/N: I read a story under a picture on Deviant Art and thought the "friends" sound like the Unholy Trinity.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee.
Rachel's closest friends were Quinn, Santana, and Brittany. Unfortunately for Rachel and Brittany, friends meant "pranksters." Santana and Quinn especially enjoyed embarrassing Rachel, knowing how easily she could be humiliated and made to squeal. That wasn't even the best part. Rachel was easy to handle, and the favorite pastime of the entire school was "Pop the Bubble Butt." Such was the case when she attempted to defeat Quinn and Santana in karate. Rachel's attempts to stand up to those who spanked and picked on her failed that time as well. As a result, Quinn is even more prepared now that she has returned. She has only improved since Rachel left in a fit of embarrassment a few weeks ago. Rachel foolishly tried to rematch with her former friend, and now she pays for it.
Quinn couldn't help but smile after disrobing Rachel, leaving her only in her frilly pink bra and pants.
She thought, "Let the games begin."
Rachel tried to run, her face flushed and screaming; Quinn waited for her "friend" to pass. Once Rachel did, Quinn grabbed onto the strap of her bra.
Rachel wasn't all zits. The boobs, bubble butt, and molded face that always seemed readily embarrassed would make any man want to date such a girl. Quinn decided, why not? And so, once Rachel's bra had stunted her, it was the moment Quinn chose to reveal it all. All of it, of course.
Once she had Rachel on her knees, she pulled the strap with all her strength.
"Owowowo. No. No, no, no! Please, no!" Rachel begged as Quinn started pulling, which enticed her to go slowly, making Rachel beg even more. Eventually, the brunette's firm breasts were flattened by her bra, pancaked by the fabric. Then, Quinn heard the ripping, and Rachel turned to her "friend," her face red and shaking, begging with puppy eyes, hoping for mercy. Quinn winked and ripped. The bra fell to the floor, and Rachel turned even more red, covering her breasts with her arms while the rest of the girls whistled, laughed, and took pictures.
"Oh, it won't end there, folks!" Quinn declared with pride. She then grabbed Rachel's panties, and her "friend" dropped her jaw. Quinn heaved with even more strength than she did with the bra. Soon, the wedgie went atomic, and Quinn couldn't help but try her hand at "Popping the Bubble Butt," smacking Rachel's butt with such force it almost sent her headband off her head, barely caught by her nose. Quinn then decided to multitask, grabbing the strap that made its way to her head and plucking it like one would a harp while her other hand groped and molested Rachel's booty, earning whimpers from the nerd. Gradually, Quinn increased the speed of her plucking and spanking, making Rachel go red in the face and butt, her silent moans getting louder and louder. Quinn then motioned for Santana to come over, which she did. Quinn winked, and the two prepared their strongest hands, one for each cheek. Quinn mouthed "Three," and the two brought down a smack that sent seismic waves through Rachel's body, causing her to scream. The two then decided that, since the spanking had peaked, so should the wedgie.
Quinn brought Rachel to her feet, Santana stood before her, and Quinn stood behind her.
"Please, don't do this. Let me go, please." Rachel pleaded, still hoping that her "friends" would show mercy.
"But this is fun. Besides, who are we to turn down a chance to pop your bubble butt?" Santana asked seductively. Quinn mouthed "Now."
Santana grabbed the front of Rachel's panties and pulled up hard. Rachel yelped and was brought to her tiptoes from the double wedgie. But her "friends" weren't done. Grabbing the leg holes, they then took turns pulling, as if they were trying to see through Rachel with her underwear. They speed up, earning more and more yelps of pain from Rachel, and eventually, they reach a speed of the tug-of-war between Rachel's panties that people were surprised there wasn't smoke from the friction. Rachel went cross-eyed from the pain.
Finally, the underwear had had enough and finally snapped, leaving Rachel butt-naked. Gripping her nether regions from all the pain, Quinn put the icing on the cake. Right in the sensitive spot, the place that took the brunt of Santana's and Quinn's tug-of-war, the pussy was a very ticklish spot for Rachel.
"Oh, Rachel! You never seem to keep your clothes on, can you?" Quinn asked as she got on her knees, Rachel sticking her bubble butt high in the air, leaving her still sore pussy wide open.
"I think you enjoy losing just to be seen butt naked by everyone!" Quinn finished, sticking her fingers near the pussy.
Rachel's face quickly went red as she felt the sensation. She tried to stifle a giggle but failed. Quinn once again moved her finger gracefully across Rachel's pussy, causing the bubble butt to rumble in response. Rachel giggled, and Quinn repeated the process. And again, and again, until Rachel was bawling on the floor, laughing, everyone else holding her down or participating in "Pop the Bubble Butt," and this continued until Rachel warned her she was about to be, making the other girls throw her in the bathroom, but not before everyone gave her booty a smackdown that would leave it sore for weeks. Rachel decided it would be best not to challenge Quinn to a fight again.
The End.