Moon held up her hooves and screamed to let the mare know she was there. "Don't sit!" Whether or not the mare heard her or not the ass didn't stop. Fortunately for Moon the mare's sweaty and thick crack was perfectly lined up with the thestral, sparing her from ending up utterly obliterated by those mountainous ass cheeks. Everything went dark as a loud squelch accompanied the heavy impact of that huge ass slamming against the bench. It squealed in protest as Moon was crushed up tight, moulded to the huge sweaty and downright nasty ass cheeks that rested on top of her.
In desperation Moon tried to push against those ass cheeks, but it was like shoving his her hooves into dough, the fat almost absorbing her hooves as she pushed, earning a moist squish and more sweat over her. "N-No! Please! Get off!" the thestral cried, when all that happened was the ass ground back down in response, pushing her harder against the wooden slats of the bench, which in turn pushed her harder into that crack. She could see the poorly cleaned pucker right up in front of her, and then the hole began to shake.
*Fffffffffrrrrrrrrrtttttttttt* A hot and rancid blast of utterly foul smelling gas ripped right into her face, the ponut shaking as the horribly pungent and awful mess completely filled the ass crack. Moon screamed at the stench, coughing and spluttering as it filled her lungs, making her squirm all the more as she tried to get any clean air, or better yet to slip out. All she wanted was a shower... and now she actually needed one thanks to all this mess. All she had to do was survive until the mare stood back up...
A few minutes and more blasts of filthy ass gas later and finally the mare's rump shifted. It pushed back against Moon for a moment, making her squeal, and then up it finally rose... with the mare still crammed inside. If anypony had seen the huge mare trot, they might have noticed the kicking and wriggling silver hind legs, but sadly that was not the case. All that wobbling flesh was pretty tight... but maybe if Moon pushed off she might be able to slip free.
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