Celestia stands up, an idea seeming to come to her. "I know just what to try first. You might even enjoy it. Not as much as I will, though..."
She winks at you, and her magic stops. You fall screaming all the way down--would Celestia just watch you splatter on the floor?! How could she do this; she was supposed to be kind! It was horrible, it--
Flumph!
It takes a moment to realize you're not dead. Then you notice you hadn't slammed into the unforgiving floor, but...Celestia's cushion? You roll over and look up to see the gigantic white alicorn with her back to you, looking over her shoulder with a smirk.
"Like the view?" She quips.
You've barely opened your mouth to answer before Celestia's legs bend and her wide flanks descend. That mare was going to sit on you!
"CELESTIA, WAI--"
WHUMP
Celestia's rear lands on you like a meteor. Her left cheek hits you full force, knocking the wind from your lungs and pressing you deep into the cushion as what feels like hundreds of tons of royal alicorn settles onto your tiny form. You even got an open mouth-full of the crushing white mass, having been shouting when her rump came down. You hear her sigh in bliss above you, then giggle.
And, since Celestia was in excellent shape but also loved packing away cake...her rear was quite soft on top of being large. You felt your body adhering to her cheek--when she stood up, you'd be plastered to her flank like a second cutie mark.
All you could see was white fur; all you felt was pain and weight and a crushing feeling. You thrash as best you can and even try to bite the mighty booty, but all it does is tickle Celestia.
"Fight it, it makes it more fun," she taunts grinding down on you--ratcheting up the pain. "But I'm sure you have a re-BUTT-al for my point! Hehe, I always wanted to make that pun!"
You were helplessly trapped under Celestia's crushing backside with no hope of escape...and now she was throwing out puns, clearly enjoying dominating you.
And in the back of your mind, you remembered Celestia saying how dangerous this was. If she wasn't careful, you could easily die under her rump...
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