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Kristina looks down upon you with an evil smile. Your writhing and pained groaning felt like a well-deserved punishment to her. Suddenly you saw it. An idea was bubbling up in the Clydesdale's brain. Something more to subject you to. She looked over to Becca and told her to leave. "I'll handle this guy, you go out and look for more. Maybe we can find another for business." She turned to face you. "So we can use this one for pleasure." You gulp, then grit your teeth in pain as Kristina grinds her heavy butt down on your torso some more. With a quick "Yes ma'am!" the smaller horse woman is on her way, leaving you with just the larger of the two. Wistfully she sighs.
"Eventually that mixture I gave you is going to make your bones more resilient and more malleable. It takes time to reach its full effect, how much depends on species. It sadly means you won't do that satisfying little crunchy sound when I sit on you. Because make no mistake, human. Your kind has proven to be very good for sitting on so far. I should thank you for bringing us this revelation, but I have more things I want to try." You consider protesting her treatment of you, but you really don't want to give the cruel horse woman any excuses to hurt you more. She already seems unconcerned by your well-being, something she gladly shows by scooting herself backwards and flattening your crotch beneath her uncaring butt.
With a smile she grabs your shoulders and hoists you up, your legs still firmly pinned by her rear. She had spread her legs and you found yourself between a pair of mammoth thighs. For a second you believe you could even see the Clydesdale's amazonian pussy poke through the tight-fitting spacesuit. You weren't given more time as she slammed those huge thighs together, instantly enveloping your arms and torso. Only your head poked out from this crushing vice. Kristina kept carrying that unsettling smirk on her face as she closed her eyes and listened intently. You wondered for a moment what the horse was listening to when you felt the muscular vice of her thighs bearing down on you.
A small and distant tinge of pain shot through you when the first rib snapped. The Clydesdale was careful enough to measure out the pressure and not crush you all at once. She wanted to listen to each little pop. One by one your ribs buckled under the strain of her powerful thighs. Each stung a little less than the last. The effects of the injection were becoming stronger. Even her weight on your legs seemed an afterthought at this point. Just to be safe you ham up the pain by overacting, wailing and groaning. "This should barely even hurt anymore, human. Shut up and let me listen." The sadistic horse commanded. Her joy in hearing your bones snap was making it hard for her to be precise with her crushing. In an earsplitting cacophony the rest of your ribcage collapsed. Kristina moaned with delight, looking down at you and squeezing even more. She already smashed all your ribs, what more could she hope to... Your thought was interrupted by the sound of your arm snapping.
With a heavy snort the large horse put all her strength into the final squeeze. Both your arms broke in several more places as you felt your whole body compress between those immense thighs. When she let go you flopped onto the ground like a bag of bodyparts. But in truth, none of her vicious squeezing had hurt at all. You only felt the obliterating pressure. Much like how you could only feel your body regenerating itself now. Kristina hadn't moved from her seat that was your crotch. An unsettling amount of warmth radiated from between her legs and her breathing seemed faster then before. You try not to think about what that might mean. When your torso is back in one piece the Clydesdale seems to have regained her self-control.
"That was a lot of fun, human. Let's go in to space and have even more fun." Her taunting was interrupted by a voice in her earpiece. She quickly issued commands you didn't understand and returned her attention to you. "There just one more thing I want to hear crunch..." She said as she reached down for your head. Two large hands took hold of your dome and began to squeeze. With a distressingly loud crack your skull collapsed and you blacked out immediately. With the same ease as the rest of your body your head reformed itself. You awaken...
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