Clives Moves Over So The Two Can Get To Work

(Originally by Bad Influence)

Clives, with a smirk on his face, happily moved over, his massive backside now pinning down Texas’ shoulders and midsection, allowing Laurence to saunter over, wiggling his gigantic ass from side to side as he did. Somehow, it was larger than Clives’, and even larger than Butterscotch’s, both of which were two of the biggest asses Texas had ever seen in her lifetime, placing Laurence’s ass in the firm number one spot when it came to size- and as Texas was about to find out, it would possibly be the smelliest as well.

Laurence slammed down his planet-sized behind on Texas’ face, getting to work on the poor Sheriff. The stench was unbearable before Laurence even did anything, but once he farted, Texas knew a new meaning of Stink. The harsh, powerful, thick odor **** its way into Texas’ lungs, violently replacing any oxygen that had previously inhabited them. A dark green cloud floated up from the ground where the mighty stallion was sitting, the sheet volume of gas unable to be absorbed by Texas Herself. The two horses took turns, each one farting on Texas, until the two built up a rhythm. Soon, Texas didn’t go a single second without being bombarded by some sort of gas from either one of them. Texas had shut her eyes tightly, and had prayed that she either passed out or died beneath the ass of Laurence, as either would bring some sort of mercy. Alas, Laurence lifted up before either occurred, leaving Texas on the floor to wallow in the stench. Laurence used his teeth to lift Texas up by the collar, and walked her over to the massive manure pile in the stable. Texas didn’t have any energy left to fight back, but as the smell of the pile began to **** her, she half heartedly began to kick her legs a bit. It didn’t help, and Laurence dropped her down, face first, into the manure pile. Texas’ predicament soon went from bad to worse, as Laurence’s massive hoof pressed into the back of Texas’ head, squishing her down into the pile, forcing the fermented horse shit into her nostrils and mouth.

“Now you listen good, little girl. You stumbled into the wrong stable today. Me and Clives here have been without a good toy for awhile, so we’re gonna keep ya, and see how many of our sick, horrible fantasies we can reenact until your little body quits on us. From now on, you will know us as King Laurence, and King Clives, and will address us as such. You will get to know every inch of our godly asses, and you will smell- and eat- everything they provide for you. There will be no freedom. You belong to us now. Understood?!”

Texas obviously couldn’t respond, but by careful maneuvering of his hoof on the back of her head, Laurence made it seem as if Texas was nodding.

“Excellent!” The giant horse and his friend giggled as they thought of all the horrible things they were about to do to this poor sheriff...