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Amethyst’s Flash Discount (2024)

Gassy Humiliation

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Written by Arian Mabe (Amethyst Mare)

Commissioned by EbaandIna

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Renata, perhaps, should not have been as hasty as she was that day. The fox, however, having heard that there was a dragon terrorising a village (demanding the fine jewels their miners struck from the local mines) within a day’s ride, couldn’t let that pass. All fired up, the vixen had her squire, Varley, saddle a pair of horses for them, down in the palace stables, without considering which mounts the kangaroo had chosen for them.

After all, to Renata, there were far more important things at play than simply choosing a particular horse to ride. Whereas few would say the fox was on the quieter side, not after she had come into her own, she could still be a little naïve, which was sometimes to her detriment. Then again, Renata had endured a sharp maturing process in life, considering how suddenly her parents had been taken from her.

Everyone had a reason for how they behaved: that just happened to be Renata’s. She was still learning.

“Hurry, Varley,” Renata hastened him, though not unkindly. “There’s no telling just how long this beast will hang around – and I want to ensure the villagers don’t have to face his wrath for a moment longer.”

The kangaroo nodded in a sharp bob of his head, the squire leaping with a single, skilful bound right up on to the back of a pretty bay mare. She was staunchly built with a good bit of bone in her legs – which was just as well, considering the armour dragon slayers had to wear. A slayer’s mount had to be sturdy and nimble, at the very least.

Renata, however, did not employ caution with the sweet smell of hay wrapped around her, her own mount, a solidly built brown and white paint stallion, beside Varley’s in the centre aisle of the spacious barn. Their horses, of course, were sapient: more than capable of holding conversations and choosing their own paths in life. Anything less would not have done, although there were ferals from all manners of thinking and being in the world.

Zhaire’s head jolted up as she landed on his back, the clank of her armour ringing in his ears. The stallion’s ears pinned straight back to his skull and he snaked his head out with his teeth bared, though he couldn’t get his head quite all the way around to the human on his back.

“Just what do you think you’re doing?” He demanded, lifting a hind hoof and swishing his tail. “I was arranging to go down to the pond with Chestnut here once we’re back – didn’t you know it’s rude to interrupt a conversation like that?”

The mare laughed lightly and bobbed her head, though didn’t seem all that bothered by the interruption. To say the least of it, she was more of an easy-going sort than Zhaire. Yet those who knew the stallion also knew not to underestimate him and his ability to quickly become offended. Though it was entirely the horse’s right too, for there were some knights and squires in the employ of the palace (it was Renata who managed them, as the queen still) who didn’t give their mounts the respect they deserved.

“Huh?” The vixen paused, hind paws kicking, still trying to find the big, chunky stirrups that would help her keep her seat in the saddle. “Oh! Zhaire, was it? I’m so sorry, I didn’t – aiiieeee!”

She squealed, suddenly flying through the air with nothing to stop her path. It took the fox a moment, and impact, to realise that she’d been bucked off, landing in the centre aisle of the barn with a thud that had her head pounding. Her armour, thankfully, absorbed most of the impact for her, with the underclothes and protective gear she had to wear too, so it was not all that troublesome in that regard.

Huffing and grunting, the fox struggled to roll over on to her back as Zhaire pranced above her, though it did not escape her note that the stallion was careful to avoid stepping on her with his shod hooves.

“Renata! Renata! Are you alright?”

Varley wasn’t in much of a position to help her against a feral like Zhaire, but the stallion already knew what he had to do. Grunting and snorting, he turned around on top of the fox and promptly “sat” on top of her head, even though that was hardly a position a horse would take up naturally. Of course, he was not just any regular horse and grunted deep in his throat as he ground his rump down over her.

“Oof! No – Zhaire!”

Renata’s paws came up against his thickly muscled backside. Despite his hefty size, there was not an ounce of spare fat on the horse’s body, not more than he needed naturally. If she’d pressed a paw to his ribcage, she would have been able to lightly move it over the impression of every rib, but the part of him that really impressed his riders was the thickly rounded muscle in his hindquarters. His tail lifted as he flexed his hind end a little more so he could bear down over her, his hide naturally musky.

A horse like Zhaire didn’t bathe as frequently as an anthro and there were a few things that came a side more naturally to them too.

Zhaire smirked, lips quirking up on one side, as he farted, breaking wind noisily in a big, rippling expression of gas. The fox’s face twisted in horror, although the horse could not see that – not with how her muzzle was partway squashed under his ass. He ground back and forth wickedly, though he only shifted his weight a little, forcing her nose into the crease of his hind end, where the muscle of his legs divided and drew a line up to his fragrant pucker.

“There… Get yourself a whiff of that, lady,” he grunted, dropping into a coarser manner of language than the stallion would usually have employed. “Maybe you’ll respect your mounts after this!”

Renata gagged, her eyes watering from the vile stench of equine. The fox had never considered horses to have a foul odour about them – but, then again, she’d never had her sensitive nose crammed up into the ass-crack of one like that. Of course, ferals like the horse didn’t have an “ass” like anthros did, but there was no other real way for Renata to describe it. The skin there was smooth and almost velvety, for it was not a part of the horse’s body that was usually displayed on show, tucked under his tail. But it was hardly a pleasant place to be in the slightest as his stomach rumbled, heralding the encroach of even more gas to come.

“Unff… No, come on, Zhaire, please…”

Renata was done being noble and tried to bear up at him with her paws as he ground down, yet the weight of the equine was too much even for her to bear. If Zhaire had wanted to crush her, the stallion could have done so in an instant and the vixen wheezed as he affected her lungs and ability to breathe a little too. She groaned as he let loose another blasting fart, the wave of gas erupting from his rump making the fur of her muzzle rippling where her nose was pointed towards his pucker. Yet there was nowhere Zhaire was at all willing for her to go as he humiliated her, putting her in her place regardless of her position in the kingdom.

“Unnnnggghhhh…”

She groaned and gagged as the horse’s rank gas washed over her, seeming to claw its way into her muzzle and down her throat as she hacked and gagged. Renata didn’t mean to – but who wouldn’t do the same in that situation? She strove to reel in disgust, even if that may not have been a very polite show of emotion, the stallion sitting more heavily on her so she felt the round of his hind end grinding into her muzzle.

He barely even noticed her groaning under him and shoved away Varley as he leaned down from his mount – the mare he had been trying to impress – trying to stop him. The kangaroo was not a trouble to him, no, not at all. And the squire would not get him off the fox before he had taught her just what it meant to treat a steed like him well, as long as he was in service of the palace.

He bore down a little more, feeling his guts gurgle. Perhaps the rich haylage he’d eaten, which had been wrapped in a new magical process for the kingdom, had been a little too much for his system, though it was not as if Zhaire cared all that much about that. It had been delicious, either way. Though the build-up of sugar leant to an excess of gas in his system as he raised his ass a little, just so he could flag his tail over her head and truly trap her in the next blasting fart.

It rolled from him in a sputtering expression of gas and the stallion laughed aloud to express himself so freely. Yet it was all to the detriment of the fox crushed under his rump as the gas burst from him in bubbles and pops, though the powerful aroma of equine was forced directly over Renata and into her system.

She gulped and turned her head away, though Renata couldn’t escape it, despite even her lip curling in disgust. The fox weakly dug her fingers into his rump and tried to shove him off her, though it was as effective as it would have been if she’d tried to push a boulder off her.

“Oof… No… Come on…”

She didn’t sound very much like her station in life as she squirmed under him, her legs kicking out weakly, though there was nowhere for Renata to go. Her armour was useless against the horse as the smell rolled over her, as if that alone was enough to pin her to the ground. She grunted thickly, eyes streaming and the fur on her cheeks soaked with it, though she was not crying. It was simply that his powerful odour was so great that her body had to respond in some way to the musky overflow of equine gas, digging its hooks into her nostrils and down into her lungs.

“Unff… No…”

He rocked on top of her, the pressure immense, though Zhaire remained in complete control of himself. He didn’t push down on her enough to harm her, though the stallion more than knew how to make his point known.

Renata dry heaved and gasped for fresh air that was not to come, groaning aloud, as the final rippling fart came from him. He broke wind in a gust of air that ruffled her fur all over again, the equine musk of him sinking into her fur. It would take more than one bath, undoubtedly, for her to cleanse herself of that strong scent – and it was far from a pleasant aroma in the slightest either.

But that was her failing in not treating Zhaire as he deserved to be treated. Finally, the horse got up and shook himself off above her, the stallion grumbling as he relieved a little of his own tension.

“Stupid fox,” he grunted. “Maybe I’ll let you ride me next time, but not today. Can a stable hand untack me? Now?”

He stomped off, muttering further insults under his breath, though it was the last of his tail and his lingering reek that proved to be insult enough for Renata. The fox got up slowly, clinging to the very last shreds of her dignity, and brushed herself off, working at making sure her armour was all in the right place. That didn’t do all that much to help her image, in the end, though Varley tactfully dismounted, so he could prepare another horse for her.

Zhaire and Renata would get together again, in the future – but the relationship between them would have to be different for them to ride together!