That's a Whole Lot of Horse (Bad End)

Something hard smashed into the back of his head. He saw an explosion of stars in his vision before it went black.

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Ronnie groaned as he came to. The first thing he noticed was that his hands were bound together at the wrist with thick rough ropes. His legs were bound in a similar fashion. A painful lump had formed on the back of his head that pulsed painfully. He shook his head, trying to clear it.

The step punched him harder than a fist. It was strong before, but now it was overwhelming. He gagged as he nearly passed out again.

“Ah, looks who's awake.”

Ronnie looked up to see he was in a large barn. It was empty at the moment, but the stench of old sweat and unwashed animals was still heavy in the air. There was only one other person in the room. She was short. If he was standing up and before her, he would loom over her by at least a head. She wore a frilly milkmaid dress with a blue bottom and a white blouse. Her clothing was clean, far too clean for working on a ranch. Like many of the women of GoldSprings, said clothing was a couple of sizes too small. The white cotton of her blouse struggled to contain her hefty breasts. The skirt barely reached about halfway down her shelf of an ass. A puffy cotton tail poked out from the top of the dress. Any sudden movements would run the risk of splitting the fabric. A single ribbon tied at the back of the dress kept her curves from bursting free. A dull yellow sunhat fit snugly on top of her head. Her ears poked out of a couple of holes in the hat. A bright blue ribbon was tied around the crown. Most of her fur was a rich coffee brown. The back of her body took a darker, almost black brow that swept closer to the front along her thick thighs and arms. Her ruddy red hair was pulled into a neat bun, aside from her bags which hung down the sides of her face. And like most bunnies, she had a small twitchy black button nose framed by short whiskers and a large pair of buck teeth. Her bright green eyes reminded him of freshly minted bills and said eyes focused on him with sadistic glee.

“I heard that dope of a sheriff managed to rope another sap into working for her. I just didn’t think you’d save me the effort of tracking you down myself for a good old fashioned welcome.”

Ronnie’s mouth felt dry. “Now-hold a second,” he began to stammer. “If you’ll just give me a second to explain, I’m sure we can work something out.”

“Zip it!” she snapped. “You’ve been out of it for a while now, more than enough time for me to think of a fitting retirement plan. It just so happens that Caramel needs a new playmate.”

She pressed her fingers to her lips and whistled in a sharp, loud tone. And then the ground trembled.

Stomp!

Stomp!

Stomp!

Great heavy footsteps approached them. With every loud thud, Ronnie was nearly knocked to the floor. They kept coming in closer and closer, louder and louder. His mouth felt dry and the blood drained from his face. He turned to look at the entrance just in time to see them swing open.

The cow that trudged in through the large double doors was the size of a small house and probably weighed a lot more. A pair of well polished white horns curved forward from her head. Its coat was a light chocolate brown. A swath of white fur covered her snout and forehead. A white heart shaped patch of fur graced the side of her hefty hindquarters as well. Her slightly protruding belly swayed as she moved. Her flanks looked heavy enough to flatten steel, certainly more than enough for any hapless raccoon. Every step made the ground tremble and it shook more the closer it got. Its bright yellow eyes were focused on Ronnie.

“I’d like you to meet Caramel. She’s my prized cow, and she’s very playful. She tends to go through playmates really quick. I’d say see you later, but she doesn’t exactly leave much of anything left after she’s done playing. I’ll give you two some privacy.”

Ronnie tried to say something, but his voice died in his throat. Something like a grin spread across her face and a sadistic gleam showed those yellow eyes.

Quicker than something that size had any right to move, Caramel lunged. Ronnie managed to find his nerve just in time to throw himself to the side. He hit the muddy ground hard, and the shockwave from Caramel hitting the ground tossed him a foot in the air. He hit the ground again, momentarily stunned. Before he could recover, Caramel began to roll over right on top of him. He let out a scream as he tried to scramble away. Before he could make any distance, the tip of his toes were pinned underneath her bulk. When that happened, his fate was sealed.

Ronnie tried to pull out his toes, but he was stuck. Caramel paused and made a kind of huffing nose. To his terror, he realized she was laughing, or something close enough to it. Then, at a much slower rate, continued rolling over him. Pain flared up as his knees were pressed into the soft mud, the only thing saving him from being completely flattened. He hammered at the cow’s side with his fists, but they bounced off her thick flesh. She probably didn’t even feel it. Inch by inch, more and more of him was pressed into the mud. Once she reached his waist, he knew it was over, but his panicked mind refused to give up. He screamed one last time before Caramel pushed the breath out of his lungs. His arms fell to his sides. He wanted to fight, but without any breath, he was robbed of any scraps of strength he had left. The rest of his chest was squashed. Ronnie let out one last whimper before his face was plunged into sweaty, soft darkness.

His body was consumed in a deep, heavy pain. He was still relatively 3d, but that wouldn’t be the case for much longer if this kept up. Miraculously, he managed to breathe in a few gasps of moist air. The stench of sweaty fur made his head spin. He struggled to hold onto consciousness.

Then the cow rolled off of him. Ronnie gasped and wheezed, trying to fill his lungs, but the air was tainted with sweat. He tried to get up, but he was too weak. The ground trembled as Caramel positioned her to look down at him. Her eyes glittered with glee before she opened her mouth and leaned forward.

For a moment, he thought she was about to try to eat him. Instead, with surprising dexterity, she chomped down onto the neck of his shirt. With one powerful movement, she swung her head and launched him towards the barn wall. He barely had enough time to let out a short scream before his back slammed into it. The layer of sweat he was coated in stuck him to the wall like a bug.

Stomp!

Stomp!

Stomp!

Caramel slowly closed in on him, taking her time. Once she reached him, she paused in front of him, grinning. A shiver ran down his spine when he realized he was at the perfect height to pancake him with her flank, something that hadn’t escaped Caramel’s notice either.

The ground trembled again as he turned so her flank was inches away from him. With a short hop, she slammed her hindquarters into him. Ronnie gasped as he was nearly flattened instantly, but through some miracle, he managed to hold onto some semblance of depth. But Caramel was far from finished. She pressed her flank into him, hard, nearly breaking through the sturdy walls. She rubbed her flank from side to side in a rhythmic pattern, almost like she was doing it to the tune of a song. His muffled cries could not escape the seal of her ass. She paused her rubbing only to lean forward slightly and slam her ass backward. Every impact drew a muffled cry and a moist squish from Ronnie. It didn’t take long before Ronnie was reduced to a sticker on the wall, but Carmal still wasn’t satisfied. She kept pounding and pounding until he was mercifully knocked out after a particularly forceful slam.

 “Gee, you really did a number on him. You must have been pent up, huh?”

A grunt of confirmation came from Caramel.

Ronnie’s entire body felt sore and his vision was still blurry. He tried to move and say something, but nothing happened.

Jacks walked into his view with a victorious smile. “I think he’s coming, too. It’s kind of hard to tell now that he’s an ass tattoo.”

Ass tattoo!

He couldn’t see it, but the raccoon was plastered all across Caramal’s sizable cheeks. Only his face was visible. The rest of his body was crushed under itself. Half of his face covered one cheek and the other half covered the other cheek. Unfortunately for him, the center of his face was wedged between her cheeks, including his nose. The stench would have made his eyes water if they weren’t stickers at this point. Despite the crushing despair he felt, his expression was frozen into a goofy frown with wide surprised eyes.

“How about going out for some fresh air? We could break in your new sticker while we’re at it. After all, you two will be together for a long, long time.”

Ronnie internally screamed as Caramel trudged out, but he was helpless to stop them, let alone even complain. As it turned out, it didn’t take much for the large cow to work a sweat, much to his disgust. True to her word, they would spend a very long time together. Texas and April did eventually come to learn of his fate, but there wasn’t much they could do. The raccoon was fused to Caramel to the point where they could be considered one. Through the highs and lows, heists and jail time, Ronnie would always have Caramal’s backside.