...An apology, followed by a belly squising
Equestria Invading
Chapter 16
"I'm so sorry, Jack."
"About what?"
Cheerilee didn't answer, but when Jack saw and felt the ground underneath him be draped beneath a dense layer of shade, he could only give a slight glance over his back before what he almost thought was the weight of the entire library collapsing right on top of him landed square on his back, far too heavy for him to squirm or fight his way out, but soft enough that he wasn't immediately glued to the floor in a stain of skin, bones, and blood. He screamed against the floor, but quickly realized there wasn't any air left to suck in. The blackness surrounding him seemed to get a little bit darker, if possible, as Jack felt his starving blood vessels go numb, the pain crushing upon on his chest ebbing into nothing...
...up until whatever it was lifted itself away, letting Jack refill his lungs with air, but he couldn't say anything aside from a pained coughing fit, his limbs still adhered to the floor like a recently squashed bug's.
"O-Oh dear...how do I do this, again?"
Immediately, Jack could recognize the voice as a panicked Cheerilee's, but he could only peel his arm from the floor before she squashed him down under her belly once again, this time making sure to rub it around against the floor, smearing Jack around, but still failing to totally knock him out before she pulled her gut up again.
"What the hell are you waiting for?" Came a younger voice, one Jack didn't recognize. "Just put him out, already!"
"I'm trying! I'm just scared I'll hurt him!"
"Oh, for..."
Jack rolled onto his back, but let out a squeak upon looking straight above, frozen in fear beneath a sky composed of a parachute-sized pair of khaki shorts pulled along a behind way too big not to be a pony's, so wide that they enveloped his entire head and chest when their owner let its fall, even covering his arms when they were laid stretched along the floor.
His only pleasure as he really started to lose consciousness was that the smell wasn't too bad, the strength to flail his legs dying out...
"Mmm...hmm?"
Right away, moments after waking up, Jack felt his restraints when he tried to groan in pain, only to be muffled by a strip of duct tape wrapped several timed around his head. Once again, all was dark, but not from some great weight sitting upon this time around. He could still move, albeit at the mercy of length of rope that kept his arms and legs tied tightly together as he squirmed on the floor.
"Mrr...mmr-hmm!" He whimpered, stretching his legs out, only for his head and feet to hit the walls at either end of the confined space, something he deduced as a closet, as far as his aching and panicked brain could deduce. He rolled over onto his butt and scooted back against the wall, wrestling with the bindings on his wrists, but found that his hands were also coated in duck tape mitts that kept his fingers fused together, making it impossible to find any knots.
Okay, Jack, just keep it cool... He told himself, scrounging his mind for what little instructions he'd ever come across for getting kidnapped. Keep calm, don't anger them, but don't make yourself an easy target, either. Just...
But Jack's train of thought was thrown off course by a few voices murmuring to themselves, his mind too jumbled to understand what they were saying, followed by footsteps that particularly shook the ground more than any other pony's would, as if he had to guess which species was holding him captive. The doorknob clicked, the door swinging open, but his captor barely let any light pour into the closet as they stepped up and effectively plugged the door with their stomach, their head blotting out the glow of a ceiling light hanging in the hallway.
Jack didn't let out a peep, looking up and down at the massive figure that was vaguely identifiable outside of the light. Even compared to a pony off the streets, even Derpy, whoever it was was an absolute behemoth in size, their shoulders several times as wide as the door, let alone everything from the chest down. Their stomach actually managed to fully sag over their waistband to the point where it formidable stood on the ground in front of them, bulging so far from its host that they were forced too much more than a pony's arm length to touch the wall outside, like some sort of furry wrecking ball bulged out in front of them that could've easily obliterated his holding cell if they gave charge or just spun around hard enough.
Jack swallowed a pool of saliva building up in his mouth, losing any will and purpose to seem remotely formidable against his opponent...
"About what?"
Cheerilee didn't answer, but when Jack saw and felt the ground underneath him be draped beneath a dense layer of shade, he could only give a slight glance over his back before what he almost thought was the weight of the entire library collapsing right on top of him landed square on his back, far too heavy for him to squirm or fight his way out, but soft enough that he wasn't immediately glued to the floor in a stain of skin, bones, and blood. He screamed against the floor, but quickly realized there wasn't any air left to suck in. The blackness surrounding him seemed to get a little bit darker, if possible, as Jack felt his starving blood vessels go numb, the pain crushing upon on his chest ebbing into nothing...
...up until whatever it was lifted itself away, letting Jack refill his lungs with air, but he couldn't say anything aside from a pained coughing fit, his limbs still adhered to the floor like a recently squashed bug's.
"O-Oh dear...how do I do this, again?"
Immediately, Jack could recognize the voice as a panicked Cheerilee's, but he could only peel his arm from the floor before she squashed him down under her belly once again, this time making sure to rub it around against the floor, smearing Jack around, but still failing to totally knock him out before she pulled her gut up again.
"What the hell are you waiting for?" Came a younger voice, one Jack didn't recognize. "Just put him out, already!"
"I'm trying! I'm just scared I'll hurt him!"
"Oh, for..."
Jack rolled onto his back, but let out a squeak upon looking straight above, frozen in fear beneath a sky composed of a parachute-sized pair of khaki shorts pulled along a behind way too big not to be a pony's, so wide that they enveloped his entire head and chest when their owner let its fall, even covering his arms when they were laid stretched along the floor.
His only pleasure as he really started to lose consciousness was that the smell wasn't too bad, the strength to flail his legs dying out...
.....
"Mmm...hmm?"
Right away, moments after waking up, Jack felt his restraints when he tried to groan in pain, only to be muffled by a strip of duct tape wrapped several timed around his head. Once again, all was dark, but not from some great weight sitting upon this time around. He could still move, albeit at the mercy of length of rope that kept his arms and legs tied tightly together as he squirmed on the floor.
"Mrr...mmr-hmm!" He whimpered, stretching his legs out, only for his head and feet to hit the walls at either end of the confined space, something he deduced as a closet, as far as his aching and panicked brain could deduce. He rolled over onto his butt and scooted back against the wall, wrestling with the bindings on his wrists, but found that his hands were also coated in duck tape mitts that kept his fingers fused together, making it impossible to find any knots.
Okay, Jack, just keep it cool... He told himself, scrounging his mind for what little instructions he'd ever come across for getting kidnapped. Keep calm, don't anger them, but don't make yourself an easy target, either. Just...
But Jack's train of thought was thrown off course by a few voices murmuring to themselves, his mind too jumbled to understand what they were saying, followed by footsteps that particularly shook the ground more than any other pony's would, as if he had to guess which species was holding him captive. The doorknob clicked, the door swinging open, but his captor barely let any light pour into the closet as they stepped up and effectively plugged the door with their stomach, their head blotting out the glow of a ceiling light hanging in the hallway.
Jack didn't let out a peep, looking up and down at the massive figure that was vaguely identifiable outside of the light. Even compared to a pony off the streets, even Derpy, whoever it was was an absolute behemoth in size, their shoulders several times as wide as the door, let alone everything from the chest down. Their stomach actually managed to fully sag over their waistband to the point where it formidable stood on the ground in front of them, bulging so far from its host that they were forced too much more than a pony's arm length to touch the wall outside, like some sort of furry wrecking ball bulged out in front of them that could've easily obliterated his holding cell if they gave charge or just spun around hard enough.
Jack swallowed a pool of saliva building up in his mouth, losing any will and purpose to seem remotely formidable against his opponent...
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April 19
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