They Kick The Gas Up To The !

(Originally by Humble Dragon)

Removing his hoof from the dishevelled sheriff’s dome, she takes a moment to breathe. Coughing trying to take in fresh air from the new “mud” facial plastered against her fur. Eyes caked shut trying to clear them the poor weasel failed to notice the looming horse getting into position. With a single hoof, Laurence flipped Texas onto her back, making a new imprint in the scat.

“Incoming!” Clives giggles cheering on Laurence’s rapid fall onto his new cushion. The last thing Texas able to comprehend is the purple and tan hide coming hurtling down to meet her before *POOMF*. Massive cheeks on both sides putting Georgia to shame as it compress around her snout. Nose shoved up his puckered donut.

“Time to break in our new toy, eh Clives?” Laurence’s long maw creeping into a smile as he grinds back and forth dragging Texas with his rump. His chuckles filling the room feeling her helpless squirms and struggles against the wall of fat. Tiny paws gripping tightly to his flanks feeling her muzzle enter little by little, each ripple of his ass grinding down. Belly and his swollen balls compressing her chest as she sucks stale air. “Oh you need air? Your King is kind and will provide, my toy.”

Leaning back, that King of horses relaxes and unloads into the waiting mouth of Texas. Her eyes going wide as gas was **** down her throat. Eyes watering and kicking out harmlessly she has no where to go from the deadly ****. Happy winnies sounding the end of her freedom after wave after wave of deadly fumes being pumped into her.