Chapter #6The Ham Sandwich by: Unknown "The what?" Marc asked.
"Don't worry your cute lil' head, darlin'," Daisy drawled. "You ain't gotta do nothing but stand riiiiiiiiiiight here," as Daisy said this she picked up Marc and placed him in the center of the waller. She nudged him left and right a few times until she was perfectly satisfied he was directly in the center.
"Perfect! Now this is very important. Don't. Move," she said, poking him in the chest as she said it. The force of her mere finger poke was enough to cause him to stumble. Daisy glared. "What did ah just say?!"
She readjusted Marc's position and walked off the pad to a rope hanging nearby. "And now the finishing touches," Daisy said as she yanked on the rope.
Marc opened his mouth to ask what the rope was for but this proved to be a huge mistake, as a downpour of mud drenched him and made him gag.
"Awww," Daisy sighed. "Jus' like home. Now don't move, darlin'!"
Marc heard the thunder of footsteps rushing towards him. He wiped the mud out of his eyes just in time to see Daisy launched herself in the air. Marc watched in open-mouthed amazement as she did three flips in the air then started to come down, twisting so her massive ass was aimed straight at him. Daisy's backside crashed into him with the force of a meteor, squashing him like a pancake and crushing him into the fresh mud on the mat. Marc moaned beneath her. Above him he could hear Daisy speaking.
"Tarnation! Pardon my language, darlin'. Ah just get so frustrated when I mess up a routine."
Marc gasped as Daisy got off of him and pulled him off the mat with a squelching sound as he emerged from the mud.
"Alright," she said, barely paying Marc any heed. "You stand here and we'll go again."
"Wait!" Marc gasped. "We don't need to go again! That seemed perfect to me!"
"D'aw, that's sweet of you to say, darlin', but it's also a lie. The move's called the "Ham Sandwich." It only works when the "meat," she said grabbing Marc, "is directly between the two "buns,"" she said, showing Marc her crack. "You were crushed under a cheek."
"How's another anthro even supposed to fit up your crack?! Most are as big as you!"
"Most. Not all, darlin'. It pays to be prepared. Now, let's try again."
Marc pondered the possibility of running for it, but he was still weak from the move when he heard Daisy rushing at him again. She jumped, flipped twice in the air, and landed ass-first on Marc again. This time her aim was true and Marc shot directly up her crack. Marc blanched from the increased pressure and stench.
"DANG IT!" Daisy roared.
She got to her feet and picked Marc out of her crack like a wedgie.
"What was wrong now?!" Marc moaned.
"Ah'm supposed to do three flips, not two. Shoot. Well, no use stallin'. Let's go again."
He barely had strength to look up as he heard Daisy coming at him again. This time she did the move perfectly. A jump, three flips, a human up the crack, and her assistant in a state of pain and humiliation.
"Now we're talkin'!" Daisy cheered. "This'll drive the crowd wild! Ok," she said, getting up and prying Marc out of her backside, "let's do it again!"
"WHAT?! But you did it perfectly!"
"Yep," Daisy said, "and practice makes perfect! So we gotta make sure this success carries over to the ring!"
This time Marc did try to stumble away but Daisy quickly grabbed him and put him back into position.
"Wrong way, darlin'!" she said.
Marc tried to move again but his legs gave out and he fell to his knees. Next thing he new, he experienced the familiar sensation of total porcine ass encompassment. Once again, Daisy did the move perfectly, and once again she wanted to try it again... and again... and again... The sight of nothing but pink flesh and brown mud, the intense pressure, the horrid stench. It was all growing disturbingly familiar.
One hour later, Daisy was finally satisfied. "Alright, darlin'," she said, grabbing Marc's limp form, "I think that's enough. Let's move on to the next move! ... Darlin'?"
Daisy noticed that Marc had blacked out. It must've happened recently because he she had felt him squirming not ten seconds ago.
"Awww, poor lil' fella's plum tuckered out. He's so cute. Shame Ah can't afford to go soft! Can't have him sleepin' on the job and goin' unpunished. Now... what would be the best way to wake him?"
Marc awoke with a start a few minutes later. He was terrified to find himself...   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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