"Now then, lil' varmint, I'm not so sure you really are a wild tiny... reckoning ye'are, I might as well crush ya now or at LEAST give you a neutering, cuz wild tinies certainly aren't breeder quality..." The woman says, gripping at your ankles and wrists and stretching you just a bit as she inspects you. "But ya ain't deformed and ya don't look too bad. So I figure for now I'll introduce you to a proud tradition we have round these parts. It's called horse-ass discipline. Can you guess what that is? Well, don't you worry, you're about to find out. "
The woman's words leave little to the imagination. Whatever she's planning on doing to you is going to be grotesque. You squirm in her clutches, causing her to snicker at your feeble effort to break free. Her laughter quickly subsides, however, and you find yourself deposited into the chest pocket of denim overalls, which is swiftly buttoned up. "C'mon Celestia. We got another tiny for you to break in." And with that, the woman gets atop her horse. Thunderous CLOPs sound as the horse trots back to the stables. "Ya should be thankful Celestia found yay . I have half a mind to take you to Muddy. One of his mudslides alone would be enough to teach ya" She chuckles, stroking at her pocket as the three of you near thee stables. The woman hops down off of her ride and plucks you out of her pocket. Looking around, you find yourself in a vast corridor, with a dirt floor and wooden stable stalls off to either side. The various scents one might associate with horses dominate the air around you.
As you examine your surroundings, you hear the sounds of digital music ringing over the grunts of the Rapidash and Zebstrika residing in the stalls. A boy, about 8 years of age, is sitting on a stool, playing a video game. He looks like a younger version of the girl holding you...overalls, shirt, straw hat, blond hair. "Hey Charley. You done with your chores?" She asks, holding your body firmly in her clutches and resting you against her hip. The boy pauses his game, turns his attention over towards her, and nods. "Yeah sis. All done. Hey...izzat another runaway?" The boy ask, getting up and approaching. You scream and thrash in the woman's clutches with increasing desperation as it becomes that neither of these giants have any regard for your wellbeing at all..and that both have likely captured and killed your peers. The woman nods. "Mhm." "So..you gonna horseass it?" The boy replies with a playful, toothy grin upon his face. "Yep. He's gettin' horseassed alright. You wanna help do the deed?" She inquires as the boy THUDs to a halt in front of her.
Charles leans forward and grins at you. "stinks to be you little guy" he whispers before standing up straight and nodding up to his sister's face. "Yeah!" "Hawright then. A team effort. You gotta cooperate too Rapidash. Remember we're gonna feed you extra nice to make sure you give the little man a lot to thin about. " Yeah! That lil varmint's gonna be chokin on horseshit for days! "Heh heh, that's right. He has quite a few horse apples to look forward to~Hey. How bout you look after him while I get the straps? " "OK SIS!""
And with that, you are brought out of the girl's sweaty clutches and into the boy's equally sweaty clutches. He brings you before his face and sneers. "I just LOVE messin up lil varmints like you. How bout you? Do you love smellin likes shit?" He brings a pair of fingers up to your head as he asks, pinches, and proceeds to forcibly nod your head. "Ohhh yessir I do! That's why I ran away!" He says, raising his pitch as high as he can to mock you. The boy proceeds to briefly treat you as a life action figure until his sister returns, twisting your limbs , flicking at your head, even burping on you. Despite his callousness, he shows a degree of care in handling you that suggests that this is not his first time handling a tiny person.
Soon enough his sister returns, leather contraption in her clutches.. "OK. Time to get the little guy fitted onto ya , Celestia" The cowgirl booms, escorting the galarian Rapidash into her stable. "Ok...you wanna be the one to tie the lil varmint in place, ya?" She says to her brother. "MHM!" The boy says, grinning down at you. And with that, the woman begins the difficult work of securing the leathern harness around the Rapidash's body. As she does, the boy gently pats the mare's hip and grins. "Excited little guy?" The boy taunts a he brings you right towards The Rapidash's grandiose ,colorful tail and brings you before the horse Pokemon's tremendous purplish-blackish anus. It's then that you forever abandon the notion that fairy types as a rule smell of honey and nectar.
The horse pokemon's doughnut carries with it a stiflingly revolting scent, carrying only a twinge of sweetness to it that only serves to make the odor more elaborate in its nastiness. Little bits of moistness cling to the enormous anus, and you have a feeling they're more likely to be shit residue than sweat. Speaking of which, it is intensely warm down here, warmer even than the sunlight-soaked field you had navigated through earlier. You can only be thankful this isn't a Fire Type! Soon enough the cowgirl approaches the Rapidash's rear and with surprising swiftness and uncanny grace slips a leather loop around the tail, bringing it right over towards the Pokemon's ass..
"Hawwwwright. Looks like we're about ready. Just hold on Celestia, this'll be over in a real quick." she says. She begins to bring over a strap harness towards your right arm You struggle against the boy's clutches with all your might . In response, he dangles you by your right wrist, slides his fingers down and pinches around your lower arm, then proceeds to secure you via a shackle to your wright wrist. The two repeat the process with your left arm, then take a brief breather. With both of your arm secured, you find yourself an inch or two at most away from the Rapidash's huge hole. The two soon resume. Your legs are next, and it is far easier for them to be restrained. Your body is dragged down just a bit, but brought closer to the Rapidahs's body, to the point of touching its skin.
Finally, the boy fumbles around with a restraint dangling from the loop around the Rapidash's tail mean to serve as a collar for you. Unable to secure your head, his sister finishes the job for him, giving him some pointers on the process. With your neck secured beneath the horse's tail, their project is complete. Your body is flush against the horse pokemon's enormous hole, grime already smearing off onto you. " Haha~ how do you like this punishment little guy.
I promise you it's broken tougher folk than you. And if that ain't enough we got a MUDSDALE , too~Ok Charles. Time to make this varmint an example."
The woman guides the Rapidash out into the stable corridor and begins to trot deeper into the complex. Your body shifts left in right , rocked by the Rapidash's shifting rump in a way that's sure to induce seasickness. You had hoped getting found by a human would save you from getting eaten...and..well..there's probably not a risk of that any time soon. But you find yourself wondering whether the crushing talons of a Starraptor would be better than the fate laid out before you.
The cow girl soon mounts the Rapidash, her backside plopping down atop the Horse's saddle. A view from the rear would make the humiliation of your position utterly clear: you are stuck several body heights off of the ground, point blank against a massive anus, the curvy ass of the woman who captured you lurking a story or two above, utterly out of reeach her body towering even higher. You have been fully subjugated beneath her, an ornament upon her equine pet's tail, unworthy, it would seem, of being punished directly. "Aha~ " She laughs, her voice punctuated by hoof-falls. "Reckon ye ain't feelin so rebellious now. Well. Hopefully you'll learn your lesson. And bring good luck, too~ she giggles.
Soon they arrive at a different part of the stables. You hear several distant voices far quieter than the giant siblings' voices coming from your right. "Ok little fellas. Now I KNOW you are all WELL behaved and sweet little bunnies. You've helped me milk up a storm and you've been workin hard...so you have no idea how shocked I was to see that ONE OF YOU ran away. Well don't you worry, we found the runaway. When you have over ten trained hunting hounds and a Rapidash with a keen eye, it ain't hard." You hear hoofbeats as the Rapidash turns to the side. "I'll let yyou do the honors Charley." The boy grins before lifting the Rapidash's tail up and to the side, causing a series of frightened shrieks and gasps to sound out. "THIS LIL VARMINT RAN AWAY. NOW HE'S ON A DATE WITH A RAPIDASH'S BUTT! SO DON'T RUN AWAY, OR ELSE YOU'LL BE RIGHT UP ON A HORSE BUTT TOO!" He barks out hiss declaration to a terrified crowd of smallfolk, who moan and whimper and murmur in fear . The mood only ours further when the woman speaks up"Anyone caught running away will be caught, and will spend a MINIMUM one MONTH on a horse Pokemon's bottom. You heard me loud and clear?"
A month? A month? A MONTH?! You're fucked. You are beyond fucked. You have no way out of this mess, and what a mess it will be. You zone out as you let the weight of her ultimatum sink in. But you are soon brought back to your senses as an explosion of noise shakes your tiny body to its core. A deathly disgusting burst of gas shoves its way down your throat and quickly fills every iota of your insides. Yet you do not pass out. You're left to sob and heave and suffer as the woman at last directs the Rapidash back outside, your tiny body now stuck beneath its tail. The worst is surely yet to come.
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