Moon leaps forward as that massive rump falls, the huge butt falling right to the spot she just cleared. Sweat slathered over her back, a tail tickling her hoof as she came so close to becoming a pony pancake, barely clearing the bench. With a thump she lands on the floor, hearing the squealing protest of the wooden bench and feeling very glad to have moved. Almost kissing the ground Moon panted in relief, rolling onto her back. Her eyes opened again when she felt something dribbling over her head. She blinked, seeing sweat cascading from above, staring right at a pair of colossal hooves right over her.
Thanks to the way the mare leaned over all four of her hooves were on display, huge sweaty circles with distinct frogs etched in the centre. Then they started to fall. "No-" she started to cry as they slammed down through the air. All the pressure came down at once with an all too audible squelch, the hooves slamming in unison as the Thestral went from no pressure to the heaviest weight she had ever felt in an instant. her body had no chance of holding up, the sheer pressure so intense that her body was reduced from solid to liquid, splattered into a sweatstained silver goop.
Moon's one foreleg that hadn't ended in the hooves' shadow twitched as the rest of her was utterly pounded into paste beneath the massive mare hooves. Sticky and nasty hoofsweat slathered all over the smushed batpony goop. The huge mare sighed, not even seeming to realise as she absent mindedly wriggled her hooves on top of Moon. The thestal paste was crushed entirely under the colossal weight. Moon's forehoof joined the rest of her as a puddle of mare goop, leaking out from underneath those foul hooves.
As soon as a shower freed up the mare stood up, a moist splat coming from the puddle she was now stood in. She lifted a hoof and shook it, scattering some silver goop. "What did I stand in?" she asked herself before shrugging and stomping her way into the shower, unaware of the thestral she had dealt with using her hooves. As she trotted towards the now empty shower, silver coloured hoofprints were left in her wake. Moonbounce should have been quicker on her hooves...
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