Roll for Her

~ VIII ~

Cat and Mouse

Cadance didn't care for the swipes of her tail. Not a single complaint in the freeing sensation of swinging her butt around. The idea of her love faintly seeing it through the trees tickled her heart sweetly. Knowing that, in the further sweeps of thick strands, he was caught, either in the rubble or deeply within the pack.

The range of trees and rocks and rising hills were sliced through by the thickness of her stands. Tore through without resistance as blocks and woods and their scattered items collected inside her tail. Once the flickers were down, she gazed over her back, seeing the forest, now, paved flat.

"Fe fi fo fum! Your forest is knocked down!" Cadance shouted to a resulting giggle. "Never expected to pave a landscape with nothing but my tail before. But it was fun! Now time to find my little hero in the rubble."

Her muzzle leaned into the clearing of fallen trees and such things, the exhales of her snout rolling some of the logs, blasting dust away to no reveal of her love. Piles and clumps, prodded by her hoof, exposed nothing of him. No gathering held the faintness of him.

Until her head turned around her barrel at her tail.

"Or did the little paladin lose the fight to a big ol' tail? Perhaps that beast was too great for him to slay after all." Her eyes peeked at the space between her hind legs. Cleared. Those legs bucked and her panty-clad rump crashing into the landscape. "But how deeply did it swallow you? Don't worry, my love, I'll free you from its belly."

Her forelegs scooped around the beast of a tail around her waist and over her thighs, staring from its end, prodding into its depths. She was careful to pull away shattered trees and tangled rocks, searching deeply. "After a bit, at least. At least you'll have a new appreciation for my tail afterward. Maybe offer to brush it more."

Cadance's next fetch quest began.

Shining didn't know what had beckoned him toward the swipe of the tail instead of away but, trusting luck over doubts, he dashed forward into the curved stream of mane and, before it could strike him, his hooves found the golden bed of flowers.

Falling into their divot.

He laid inside the shallow slit of wood for minutes. Catching his breath on the faint taste of mahogany on his tongue. So much stomping and crushing must have cracked the board from the continuous impacts. The interior of the crack was the only thing not affected by the magic.

Each passing of the strands allowed a few fibres to dip inside, completely filling the place, tickling across his body to no end. He fought his chuckles as to not give himself away. Though these hairs found him, so big as well, they weren't big enough to let the hunter-mare know.

Then came the crashing of something big and the murmuring of a voice above. Shining couldn't waste away in safety. Risking the climb, he pulled his head out from the cleft, gazing over the grass, seeing, around him, the destroyed war zone of the woods.

But only what laid behind him.

On gazing forward, he nearly closed his eyes. Cadance crotch loomed ahead with its delicious slope ever-upward. Her lips bulged above the ground and her thighs encompassed the curved space. Her flanks rolled on the ground and flattened over it, the fabric, relaxed, down their center.

Shining poked out of his hole more, two hooves pushed on the ledge but, as he gazed up—froze. Cadance was looking directly down at him from her arch in the sky, but, as she was to see him, the waterfall of her tail fell over her legs. It blanketed him in a cover of shadow, dimming the ground between her thighs, allowing him to reach her panties with ease.

After clambering onto the ground, he sat, forehooves pressed and praising up, thanking the goddess watching over him. That, and to stare at the underside of his for seconds more. Her barrel thigh led ever inward to her crotch, which bugled against her underwear, feet too high for him to reach. Her sprawling waistband disappeared before the sections of tail that sunk in the gap.

He beat his steps toward the monolithic underside that awaited him. Cadance had no clue of his proximity to such a personal spot. This whole game was her getting him down here. Yet when it occurred, she was unaware. Maybe it was because of that he'd take this home.

Reaching the front of her underwear was joined by a racing heart. Leaning his head back again, his view trawled up rolling silk, seeing the waistband clinging to her waist, the continuation of pink fuzz that was her belly.

Furs became tufts as they bunched together near her chest and, in the sky of haze and blur, her muzzle loomed, determined with an eye narrow, lips pursed to the side with the tip of her tongue sticking out. Utter concentration in finding him.

Shining didn't take a chance with that. Not at all. Rather he dropped to all fours as the wall of thighs adjusting around him. Wrong flick and advance and he could be crushed beneath booty without the mare's knowing. Rather he needed to be crushed while he could still escape.

He started his crawl forward like done in the forces except, instead of mud and a ceiling of barbed wire, it was grass warmed by Cadance's ass and a sloped roof of silk always flexing and relaxing. The world became dark from underneath her, the sense of her monolithic mass ever above, the crawlspace narrowed by fabric.

Her flanks were on either side of him. They pressed and flattened against the ground, bunched together as they rose up, a tunnel of space down their middle bellowing the streaking crevice. Cadance had... always been a sensitive mare when it came to downstairs. One kick against the side of a cheek, a little too high of a rise into the sprawling line above... and he'd be with those places for life.

But he crawled beneath the velvet canopy with his life enacted. It became dark and hopeless in the middle. Feeling that rear shift around, crawling left with the movement, feeling that heated dough roll toward him—all threatening a heart attack. But the curve lifted higher upward as he went. Near the opened a contained view of the world beyond.

Shining crawled out between the cheeks, a foreleg over his head, holding up the fabric weighing over him. He exited the crevice in a slow stand, bearing an expression of amazement, head tilting and gazing upward, seeing the massive dock of the tail above curving to the left.

"I actually made it." Shining exhaled the tension from his chest as he beat on to the open landscape before him. Rolling hills to scattered bridges over curving ravines. In the distance loomed the castle—his safe haven. "I actually did it! Everybody mocks the luck-melee build. But guess who always lucks out in the end!"

Shining made a mistake without realizing it. As he sprinted into the distance to escape the mare set on her tail, her large ears above had perked, twitching, sensing him. Her confused muzzle turned from above as the rest of her body did the same, from the opposite way, her tail unfurling and shooting into a swipe like the swing of a baseball bat.

Before the stallion could see the monolithic force streaking behind him, it struck into his minuscule frame with its crashing frame, the rawness of the strike hitting me off, far away, a soaring caused by the whip of her tail.

Shining had turned at the back of the tail as it struck him into a curve of a comet. His body flew through the air as winds cut across his frame. He whipped over the lands in an arch higher upward, peaking as, while lying back, he could see the rising muzzle of his wife, so far beyond, now level with him.

Then he shot over the castle walls.

The crumble of pelting rocks had roused a groan out of him. His body laid vertically entrenched in stone. Or something close to stone. It wasn't enough to push his head forward. Rather it had to be rocked forward to escape the hold of his mould.

"Nnnghhh... not... the worst landing I could have asked for." His bangs hung over his eyes and, sweeping his head to the side, could see beyond his imprisonment. Lane of paved stone shot to the sides below with bricks commencing cover on the wall. "That explains the elevation, at least. But then... where's Cadance?"

"Oooooh love! I know you're out heeeeeereeeee!" Over the bricks of the wall sprawled the landscape of the kingdom, a village of cabins across a thick stream, looming in the distance. Row of homes darkened beneath a shadow. "Are you seriously going to let the ponies protect lose their homes to the evil mare? What kind of hero runs away from their duty?"

Shining's head hung forward. "Ah. Of course. No rest before the final battle." He glanced to his right, his arm paved inside a wall, stuck by his momentum. Gritting his teeth, he pulled, yanking it out to an explosion of stones—the same true with the other side. "Alright, Turned-Beauty. Let's have it your way."

He pushed free from the crater and fell, with rocks doing the same, onto the lane of the wall. Wobbling into place, he shook his head, settling a hoof on a brick seeing to the beyond. "What was it you always used to call me? Mare-Slayer? Looks like that's what I'll have to become to stop you here."

Over the sweeping scale of the wall loomed, in the beyond, the monolithic size of the evil mare in the distance. Her mane was frizzled as her eyes swept the world in sight of him. With a hoof poised over the collection of houses, it waited no further, slamming down. "The innocent are made homeless due to your cowardice! Or perhaps the hero has given up in playing his character?"

A sly smirk stretched her lips. "Don't forget these are your figurines being crushed by wonderful hooves! Have you considered how much these rare pieces must be worth by now?"

Shining had been standing like a captain with his foreleg raised on that wall, his mane blown back from the winds but, narrowing his brow, came to widen his eyes. "Wait for a second! You crazy mare! Stop this! Selling all this junk could help us afford Flurry's teenage years!"

But the giant mare on the horizon didn't catch his shouts. "Oh dear! What's the season again? I hear colossal, rolling mares are simply awful around this time!" The mare splayed onto all fours and, lying on her front, proceeded to roll left. "Wheeeeeeeeeeee!"

"Cadance!'

"There goes the market!"

"Cadaaaaaance!"

"Say goodbye to their farm!"

"Cadaaaaaaaaaaaaance!"

"But the town was still saved!"

"Cadance?"

"What is this slender shadow passing over it? Could be it a tight chest and belly looming over it?"

"Save the figures at least!"

CRAAAAAASH!

"Oh no! The wooden ponies are in splinters and—ow!"

"Hahahah—wait, that was the old Rowdy crew! How dare you!"

"Ouch! Shiny? Where are you! I need you to pull this splinter."

Shining wanted to scream from the all that he'd push it in more—but that was a lie. He'd bite it and usher sweet things as he pulled it out. The long neck of Cadance leaned down into her chest, lying flatly over the town, nipping on the wooden sphere and plucking it out.

Once her muzzle lifted, however, she caught the glint from the wall. Her eyes narrowed to see the little stallion perched atop it. Her eyes drooped and her smirk returned. Raising to all fours, she dusted herself off, planks of woods and roofs falling from their tangles in her floof.

"So the little hero reveals himself!"

Shining waggled a hoof over the edge of the wall, not caring if he fell across, as the mare strode toward him—each of her steps, puncture, in a thud crashing across the world. Dust shook free from the wall and vibration shook stones loose from their slots. "Crazy mare! You've always done this! How many times have you destroyed my figurines before?"

Cadance stopped in her stroll as her muzzle tilted up; her half-lidded eyes narrowed into anger. "That depends! How many times did you let these games, back then, get in the way of us becoming closer together?"

Shining squinted his eyes despite her ability to see it. The monolithic mare stood in the distance, waiting, the only time, at this size, the two could speak eye to eye. "You're still fussed about that? You said you were okay with still playing these games after we started dating."

Cadance's hoof struck the ground in a rage flattening a hill beneath her sole. "Because I thought we'd become more romantic after that! Or I thought you'd be at least. Whole year of hints before we hit it off!"

"We hit it off!"

"Yeah—then things went back to normal."

Shining had thought they resolved this in the past but, like most things, was only locked away, that was until the past was unleashed in its connection to the present. Giant and horny was the mare before him. He was in danger for angry was the third element. "So I was a hopeless geek that struggled to show you affection. You dug that! Wasn't a need to keep losing boards and breaking figures!"

"It was cute at first, hon, but I expected you to overcome it!" Cadance was shimmering as she strode forward and, reaching the bank of the stream, swiped her hoof across it without restraint. It scooped the land like ice-cream and unfurled cannons of water into the castle wall. It shook beneath his hooves. "And it never went away! Always following rules and what you thought you were supposed to do! Why is it with you... that the mare always has to chase you down?"

But Shining was too busy leaning over the ledge to see the opened holes in the wall below. His muzzle flicked up to the distant beast. "Our old castle! That's it! The game's back on!"

Cadance chuckled as her muzzle turned and lifted. "Oh, that it is, little hero! After this? You can expect to spend a long, very long time keeping me happy. You'll be forced to be with me for the rest of the day. Maybe the lesson will sink in after that."

"Like heck it well—villain!" Shining backed from the edge and dashed to the ride to a cannon mounted on the stack of bricks. Wooden shelf to the side held the balls for it. Hoisting his forelegs around one, he lifted with his legs, fuelled by the dispute, depositing it in the open shell. "This noble paladin will defend his castle until his dying breath."

He cocked it into place.

"Which will be full of pheromones you'll drink in!"

Shining lit the fuse and covered his ears, turning away until the blast rocked the ground, a distant cry sounding. He stood back to see the wall of her chest in the distance, matted, in a spot, with grey soot. "Aw! That did hardly anything!"

"Did you shoot me? Oh darling." Cadance dabbed a hoof on the spot and wiped it clean. "You're getting crushed between my flanks for the rest of the time. Nice and hard squeezes and clenches aaalll throughout the night."

Shining went to load another ball into the ejected shell of the cannon but, as he did, Cadance's muzzle loomed near the wall. Her eyes stole the expanse and waited there as only those ponds could be seen. He loaded it in time to fire... gazing into the wells of violet.

"Your attacks won't do anything to me—unless you're willing to risk a shot to the eyes." Even though he couldn't see her muzzle below the edge of the wall, it was easy to envision their smile. "But you're not willing to do something like that. Are you, hon?"

Shining lifted the light to the fuse, going to make the kill... before his hoof dropped away. The next choice was to take a sword and leap onto the bridge of her snoot and strike between the eyes. But nothing that dared to hurt the mare could find itself in his heart.

"My little boy," Cadance eyes narrowed sweetly on him. "Maybe you show your love for me in little ways. But I always needed a bigger return than that. All those years of teasing and testing... but could never take the lead, could you?"

On the furthest reach on either sides of the wall, the massive tendrils of her hoof perched on the wall, crushing through towers to the spitting of their stones. Once levelled on the wall, the mare pulled her face away, always stealing his view of the distance. "This is where you fall, little hero."

Those hooves on the sides lifted into the air, slowly, before slamming down. Stones rocked as the platform shuddered from the instability. Seconds passed until her hooves did the same, again and again, starting the collapse of the wall.

"But don't you worry." Her muzzle scrunched together as he backed away. "I'll be sure to catch you somewhere nice when you do."

The wall freely spat dust and its foundations as it swung forward and back, portions collapsing as other sections followed, the whole thing wavering backward in its demise. Cadance smirked as she pursed her lips. "And then the big bad mare blew the whole castle down."

And the torrents of her blowing winds shot him flying backward and into the sky.