artist:squashedflat
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Game https://textadventures.co.uk/games/view/g4hmzzzbbku4zls4xkhxoa/reign-equestria

‘Your vision turns black as the two enormous mounds of squishy ass clap against you and
completely seal you in stinky darkness. The hefty cheeks are large enough to completely
eclipse you, burying you in the swety fat. "S-stop! Stop this! I'm your Princess!" you shriek,
Dut neither of them are listening to you any longer.

"This is what you get, Princess! For disgracing the nobility!” Widebottom snarls, a frown clear
on her face as her huge mass of silvery rump squelches and slams against you, clapping you
against the bulky brown booty on the other side. Her refined tail sits to the side as you finally
understand her cutie mark from just how much crushing weight is currently grinding against
you and slamming you against Windy's backside.

"Feel the weight of the displeasure of the common folk!” Windy growls, teeth grit in hatred.
Windy Barrelbelly's butt is similarly enormous, and seems equally as devastating as it crashes
against you. You desperately wiggle and squirm, trying to squeeze your way from between the

huge cheeks as they crash against one another, grinding and squeezing as if trying to delete

you from existence.

‘The sheer weight pressed against you has you groaning, your face staining in filthy strands of
sopping sweat from the twin cheeks as you gasp and struggle to even get snatches of clean air
from between those backsides. You finally got the pair of them to work together, and all it
took was directing all of their hatred on poor you and your fragile form. Whoever wins now,
you know you're not going to have to be too concerned about it, as you're more likely to be
serving as a cushion for the throne than on the throne itself!

Every roll of the hips on either side of you drags their pillowy plots up and down, the two
mares coordinating to ensure you're completely entombed in the depths of their fat, sweaty
flanks. Every bounce of the two ample booties sees you swallowed up by the squishy
‘mountains of booty blubber. Every press, squeeze and smash has you squashing and
squelching between their backsides. Before the two amassed crowds you're utterly destroyed
Dy the two ponies, and they cheer in response!

GAME OVER! Convincing these two to get along is going to take a lot of leveraged
authority, or a lot of popularity, more than you clearly had! The only thing they seem to agree
on is the complete destruction of the Princess via their proud plots! Though leaning on that
fact is only more likely to lead to a total assbliteration! A shame to have it so far as Princess of
Equestria, only to be ended between two bouncing butts belonging to your subjects. Clearly
the grind of rulership has proven too much for you, and it's time for an extended vacation in
twin cheek valley.