Horse Play (Game Over)

Ronnie sighed. The quicker he got the pony back to its owner, the sooner he could take a bath.

“Come on, you flea bag. I don’t have all day,” he snapped.

Precious glanced back up at him in annoyance, but it returned to ignoring him. It munched away at the grass without a care in the world.

“I know you heard me. It’s time to leave.”

Precious didn’t even bother looking up at him this time.

“If that’s the way you want to do this, fine.”

Ronnie held his breath and stepped closer to the pony. She continued to ignore him. He raised a hand and brought it down hard on its rear. His palm slapped across one of its doughy and slightly sweaty cheeks. A loud smack rang out in the silence. Precious immediately froze, mid-chew. Neither of them did anything for several seconds. Finally, Precious raised her head and looked him dead in the eye hatefully. She spun around faster than something as big as she had any right to move. In under a second, he was looking right at her giant ass. Before he could react, she unleashed a thunderous blast of gas right at him. A blast of sickly green gas hit him right in the face. His mind almost fizzled out as it tried to comprehend Precious’s gas. It was a truly vile combination of fried beans and grass. It had only been a short burst, but that was more than enough for Ronnie.

He teetered on his feet unsteadily briefly before falling onto his back. His eyes spun around within their sockets. He was completely out of it. Precious turned her head up and humphed. She stepped backward a few paces until her mountain of an ass was directly above his face. He blinked and his eyes focused just in time to see that mountain crash right on top of his face. With a heavy thud, Precious’s cheeks covered up most of his body. Only his boots and hands could be seen. Everything else was buried under equine cheeks. His hands frantically clawed at the soft flesh, but they found no purchase. His booted feet squirmed as he tried to kick.

Precious sat atop Ronnie, completely unphased by his struggles. In fact, she found the bothersome stranger to be very comfortable. But there was a constant low buzzing sound that was starting to get on her nerves, like the buzzing of a fly. It took her a moment to realize that it was coming from below her cheeks. It was the stranger screaming his lungs out. That wasn’t a problem. She could fix that issue easily. Her gut rumbled before she blasted him with another batch of foul gas. There was one last buzz before he lapsed into silence. Once her cushion was pacified, she could enjoy herself in peace.

Ronnie weakly tried to push the pony off him, but she was far too heavy. He doubted she even noticed his struggles. He tried to catch a breath, but what little air was under the pony was tainted by gas, and her plush cheeks pushed down on his nose and lips. He had to fight for every scrap of foul air and what he managed to get almost made him regret it. He did the only thing he could think of. He opened his mouth and bit into the soft cheek.

Precious’s reaction was instant. She neighed in surprise as she jumped in place. For a brief second, Ronnie was freed from her ass. His body was slightly flattened and it was going to get a lot flatter. Precious landed right back on top of him with a splat. The pony glared down at what little of Ronnie poked out from under her. If he wanted to play rough, she could play rough.

Precious began bouncing on her own ass, using it like a makeshift spring. Every time she came down on him, a loud squish came from Ronnie. Slowly, his hands and feet began to sink underneath her ass, completely covering him. If it wasn’t for the squishing sounds, then it would seem like she was sitting on the ground. She began to sweat from the effort, but she didn’t mind. It was all worth it for putting him in his place. She kept this on for several minutes. When she finally stood up, she turned to see the damage. But in the moist patch of ground, Ronnie was nowhere to be seen. Precious looked around, confused. There was no way he could have escaped. But a familiar buzzing sound coming from behind gave her an idea of where he was.

At first glance, there was nothing out of the ordinary with Precious’s flank, aside from its size. But if you took a closer look, you could just make out the tips of a set of fingers on each inner cheek. And if for whatever reason you pulled them apart, you would see the back of a raccoon plastered between her cheeks. His body was completely sandwiched between her cheeks with his face pressed against her anus. He was flatter than paper and bonded to her ass tightly. It would take a miracle to get him unstuck. And unfortunately for Ronnie, there wasn’t one where he was looking.

Precious looked satisfied with the result. She flipped her main to the other side and began trotting back to the ranch. Her cheeks jiggled as she moved. With every shift, Ronnie was pummeled by the snowy cheeks, like they were determined to make his new home as unwelcoming as possible. He tried to scream for anyone to help, but her flank muted him. While Ronnie was **** to come to terms with his new horrid home, Precious wondered if her owner would make her favorite food, refried beans.