(male pokemon pred. Trample . Watersports
Having come to your senses, you get to your feet and turn to face the Mudsdale, or at least to face his hooves and the towering boot-like wrappings of hardened mud that encase his lower legs. This mighty god scared off the creature that tried to devour you alive, and is now plodding his way back towards you with an obliviousness that only serves to accentuate just how mighty he is. You are both indebted to and very much afraid of this earth-shaking colossal. And so you do the only thing that seems natural for you to do in light of what happened. You get on your knees and call out to it. "Mudsdale! Mudsdale! Down here! On the ground. I'm the tiny person you saved! Thank you for saving me!" You speak out to it, feeling a bit embarrassed by your poor attempt at beseeching the giant equine...though in all fairness, it's not like you planned on praying to a horse-deity today.
The Mudsdale continues to trample his way towards you, seemingly unaware of your existence. His hooves grow louder and louder as he draws closer and closer to you, a ringing once more forming in your ears as the decibels rise. He seems to have failed to notice you still. Quite unfortunate, as you're still in his path and he is closing in on your position quickly. What's more, the hoofprint-crater you're in is deep and squishy enough to make exiting it a difficult, albeit doable, prospect. Fleeing from it might put you in even greater danger, however, as you would be even harder to see and you just might wind up getting trampled upon all the same.
You get to your feet and begin waving your arms aroudn in a desperate attempt to get the Mudsdale's attention. The giant equine just continues to advance towards you. KTHOOOMBLE KTHOOOMBLE KTHOOOMBLE. As he draws closer, you catch a glimpse of something you hadn't seen before. The enormous horse happens to be enormously endowed, as it would turn out. Even though the horse is (almost surely not) erect, its cock stands at over 3, possibly even four body-heights in length. Already an obvious symbol of virility even to the normal sized, the Mudsdale's male organ is about the size of a watchtower. More than enough to put your entire being to shame. Distracted by the presence of his cock, you're caught unaware when the front-end of his leg smashes right into and sends you hurtling into another hoof-formed crater. You lie upon the dirt, sore from head to toe and your ears plagued by wringing. You wipe your face and find it to be damp. Holding your hand up, you see a slightly blurred vision of your palm soaked red with blood. But what might perhaps be far worse is the distant, far more blurry image of the horse's head looking right down upon you.
A mighty snort assaults your body, sending a wave of warmth more befitting a fire type than a ground type down around your form. You gag as the snort sends a wave of unwashed-horse smelling air down into your gut. Godlike though he may be, the horse smells every bit like the muddied beast of burden he is. You lower your blooded hand down and gaze up at the Mudsdale, panting in and out in fear. You stammer and try to speak, only to be assaulted by another snort and near deafened by another might KTHOOOOMBLE, the equine planting his hoof down right beside you. Your heartrate skyrockets. Far from a gentle giant, the equine is almost surely contemplating on whether or not to press you under its hoof.
A grunt from the horse, sounding more like a selfsure chuckle, confirms your worst fears. The Mudsdale lifts his hoof up and shifts it just a bit to the left. That is, just enough to leave it hovering over your body. You find yourself engulfed in the darkness beneath his hoof, looking at the creature's mud-engulfed rock-hard hoof. You crawl away from the center of the crater, only for the creature's hoof to descend to the point where its bottom just barely sinks below the rim of the crater. For all intents and purposes, you are trapped.
The Mudsdale grunts once more as he plants the hoof down upon your body. The one-ton horse lowers his hoof down until it at last presses against your body, leaving you lying flat, arms and legs splayed out, your body sinking slightly into the already cratered earth. You hear a proud whinny from the horse as he rests his hoof atop you in what you hope is merely a symbol of dominance. Yet you have a creeping feeling that this will be more than a mere display of dominance. It'll be an outright conquest, and your tiny body is ripe for the conquest.
You scream as the pressure intensifies. You hear creaking noises as your body begins to break under his weight. A severe pain erupts from your chest and spreads to your arms and legs as the pressure builds. But the Mudsdale does not crush you. At least, he doesn't yet. After a full minute of feeling you under his hoof, the Mudsdale lifts his hoof up, sets it down right beside you, then trots just a bit forward before smashing his hoof down far harder than before. Fortunately, he did not tread upon you. But you might not find it fortunate for long. The mudsdale pushes you forward again, knocking you into a deeper hoof crater than before. Already badly fatigued, and in fact injured, from the prior kick and hoofpin, you're left incapable of working your way out of the trap you've fallen into.
KTHOOMBLE KTHOOMBLE. The Mudsdale strides forward, seemingly walking past you and leaving you to your own destiny here in the hole. But his motions come to a halt, your tiny form positioned now close to his hind legs. Why? Why has he stopped here, of all places? The answer comes to you in a single drip. A single, golden drop. A single, golden, nasty drip. One followed by another. Looking up, you realize that you are positioned right below his enormous cock, which is pointing directly at you. You let out a terrified scream , flip onto your chest, and hurriedly crawl on all fours towards the edge of the crater.
The Mudsdale unleashes a rank torrent of piss with the strength of several firehoses. The nasty yellow liquid rips at your back, cutting at it and soaking your wounds with the acidic fluid. You make one last attempt to escape this pain by pulling yourself closer to the edge of the crater, only to find escape impossible. A brownish orangeish mix of soil and piss begins to form in the crater in which you are trapped,and what soil remains solid becomes incredibly squishy. The pool of mud and piss rises as the Mudsdale continues to use your back as target practice. He keeps his head raised high and proud as he converts the area around you into a boggy and nasty-smelling hell. Only when he no longer feels the need of nature's call does he finally let up and stomp back to observe.
The Mudsdale spies your tiny form twitching among the puddle, only your head rising above the murk. He snorts upon you once more before resting his hoof upon your back. The giant that you just moments ago offered praise to proceeds to ratchet up the pressure.
Your body does not last long. Your ribcage caves in almost immediately, but it isn't more than a few seconds later that your body explodes in a burst of gore with nothing more than a lame SPLURT, popped as if it were a grape. Horses can crush fruits into a paste beneath their hooves. Mudsdale can smash hard rocks beneath their hooves. What hope did your tiny form have?
The Mudsdale's hoof lifts from the muddy mire beneath him, having only pressed down upon the soil for a scant few seconds. And what a difference that tiny period made, at least for the little tiny person he stepped upon. As the hoof lifts up, not a sign of the tiny person remains. Even the squashed up remains are nowhere to be seen, for it has been swept up into the layer of mud beneath his hoof, the mud covering it making it undetectable short of a thorough inspection that will never happen. KTHOOOM. KTHOOOM. KTHOOOM. The Mudsdale treads back to the farm and returns to his rest, having completely destroyed the tiny varment.
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