It's the Rain Shower! But it doesn't end exactly how I'd feared...

Well, needless to say, if I'd taken that attack from Makiu head-on, you'd have to hear this story from someone else, because I'd be dead. I fell to my belly, then slid out from beneath the lowest ring-rope like a coward; my butt hit it on the way out, causing the rope to spring up and down with an elastic wiggle. I found myself running for dear life! If I'd been just a bit more cognizant of my situation, with more of my usual forethought, I'd have certainly cowered behind the Princess to save myself.

Instead, I was running straight into enemy territory, doing exactly what I'd told myself not to do! I was abandoning the corner where I could make a tag to the Princess and instead running around the ring, desperately hoping to escape Makiu, who was hot on my heels! Still, I'd gotten a good head-start! I thought I could loop all the way back to the starting point and dive back in. Then, I'd tag the Princess in and forget tagging myself in ever again! She could handle the whole match on her own!

I saw Hurricail's thick neck move and her masked face turn to watch me as I came forward. She'd been a pretty pleasant person earlier, despite the authoritarian hand-job she'd demonstrated upon me earlier. I could tell she had a kind soul, in reality! Yes! She's the kind of person who's rare enough in this environment: one with enough human empathy to let me pass and run my way back to safety! Please, Hurricail, let me pass!

I thought I saw her lips mouth "sorry" as she smiled sympathetically and jumped down from the ring's corner. I ended up running smack-dab into her, face-first into that wide, broad-shouldered wall of abs. Well, really my face connected more with her breasts, but it was the abs that made an impression on me because they demonstrated the kind of strength and muscle training I was about to be lady-handled with. Worse, from this distance and this proximity, it was hard to ignore the outline of her futa parts against her luchador's pants... they were a good bit larger than mine, to match her body, and they were uncomfortably erect. She might be a nice person on the outside... but there was a part of her that was looking forward to subjecting me to the Rain Shower!

That's exactly what I had coming, too. Makiu caught up shortly after and giggled eerily, pressing her own body up against my back and turning me into a sandwich. I could feel her own hard member poking against my butt. Something told me I should be happy that the two-- in theory-- weren't allowed to give me an ass-fucking during this match, because I could tell that Makiu, at least, was pretty excited about the possibility of doing so.

Wasn't this double-teaming moment the kind of time where the ref should break it up and tell Hurricail to get back up on the ring? No, I suppose I should have suspected from the way that no count started when I jumped through the ropes. This was, to some extent, an "anything-goes" sort of match. Of course, that meant the Princess could rescue me, right? Come on! Save meee!

... She tried, but it didn't go well. Things started off promising; she leaped over the ropes and ran to the corner, intending to attack the others. When she made her dive, however, it was a two-on-one situation. Her useless partner, Desperado #2, watched in horror as her attack knocked down Makiu, but left her **** for Hurricail to wrap the Princess in two huge arms. While she was thus caught, Makiu leaped back to her feet and began to rain martial arts strikes over the Princess's prone body. I knew the girl was tough, but that looked truly brutal! She'd definitely have some bruises later. To complete the onslaught, Hurricail lifted her over one shoulder, then with Makiu's help, carried her into a painful fall-away slam, flattening her against the outside of the ring.

... I-I suppose I should actually be happy they just want to squeeze my dick, after seeing how roughly they could treat a competitor if they wanted to.

The only saving grace at this point was that Genkei ought to be on the opposite end of the arena right now. That bastard would be left with a poor view of the action and no chance of "benefitting" from the Rain Shower I grew ever closer to receiving, as Makiu caught me again and lifted me to the ring apron. Hurricail soon joined her up there, then stepped through the ropes to hold my arms from behind. I quivered in terror as the grinning Makiu pantsed me in front of everyone, allowing my annoyingly erect, yet still comparatively small, penis to stand in the open air. "Heh heh... Snack sized!" the blue-clad woman commented in a loud voice so that the audience could hear. I heard a mixture of laughter and clapping that caused my face to glow red, but all I could do was watch Makiu as she reached up from standing level on the floor to grab my member with one hand, now aiming it towards the audience. "Witness the Heavy Storms' tag team attack! The Rain Shower!"

Makiu probably wanted more build-up than this, but I have to admit, the moment her gloved hand began its practiced stroking of my dick, I felt like I was going to explode. I couldn't possibly be aroused in a situation like this... Not with my butt exposed to one side of the arena and my dick to the other! Stop betraying me, penis! I-I definitely don't like being caught in this kind of situation! Is there any way for me to hold it in while the Princess recovers?!

I found something that helped a bit in that way, while making the situation worse in others: Genkei had run all the way from the other corner of the arena, pushing past various audience members, to stand right on the front row in front of me. His face, still grinning but panting with exertion, was doing a lot to kill my sex-drive. "I'm the kind of man who loves seeing futas squirt up close, Katsuuuumi! Squirt it all out! Right this way!" he begged as my eyes narrowed in revulsion. There was no being on this earth I less wanted to point my dick at than this ridiculous pervert!

Sensing that I was rapidly managing to get my erection under control, despite Makiu's manipulation, Hurricail took things a step further; she stopped hooking my arms and instead held me by the breasts, massaging them viciously. "You asked for it, friend; this is what I call the Modified Rain Shower! I've been practicing this technique in case we fought someone strong enough to resist our tag-team technique," the green-masked woman boasted. O-oooh! I'm not ashamed to admit that this part actually felt very good! Why couldn't Hurricail just be an erotic massage therapist instead of a pro wrestler?!

I couldn't hold it in any longer! I was going to cum! Genkei was going to see it coming right at him and... and what?! Catch it in his hands? Stick out his tongue? What does a pervert like that even do with a Rain Shower?! I was horrified to learn the answer!

With a groan of misery, I shot it out! Translucent, whitish fluid was shooting out from me in untamed strings in front of a live, viewing audience! My balls throbbed as Makiu refused to stop, stroking me more and more so that it all poured out. This was a much more furious release than I'd ever achieved masturbating... what did this say about me?!

Whatever. My life's over. When I see Genkei's face again, I'm just going to die.

In the darkest moments, however, shocking twists of fate may occur. I could have never expected what happened when I shot my seed; the Princess leaped from the floor and back to her feet, rushing to grab Makiu off of me. She was too late, of course... but her presence there was enough. I felt my already dead heart leap up into my throat and, frustratingly, my dick respond by shooting off even more, as every string connected squarely with the Princess's face. Her eyes widened in indignation as the stuff collected across her brow, the triangle-bikini pieces over her chest, her chin, the bridge of her nose; some even got into her open mouth. She was taking the full extent of my Rain Shower! Genkei wouldn't get a drop of it and, as an added bonus... Just between the two of us... Th-There was something pretty erotic about seeing a girl as pretty as the Princess dripping with the first ever bukkake I'd managed to release.

What a great partner! But oh no! I'm probably going to die now. If I don't die from this embarrassment, the Princess is going to **** me later. I hope that at the very least, she'll set it up in a way that allows some intrepid mystery hunter to solve a real mystery.

The Princess shuddered in rage, glaring at Makiu and Hurricail as the two wore awkward smiles, suddenly seeming to doubt their own tag-team abilities...