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Spike couldn’t help it, he whined as her tail dreads gently accosted him. They were heavy and dense things, and as one of them decided to pile in his lap like a snake doing its best cat impression, his breath caught, legs jerking against the couch.

“T-treehug-nfgff…”

He watched as her cheeks clenched, the deep, dark line of her crack becoming thinner as divots appeared in either side of her cheek. Said divots were so deep he probably could have eaten cereal out of them. The muscular motion of all that cheek meat powered into her tail in a slow sine wave of herbaceous musky dreadlock.

Spike keened as Tree Hugger’s tail began to claim him.

Two dreadlocks wound around either arm and pulled them down to his sides. “Why don’t we pretend that you’re Hum Drum from the comics huh?”

Spike grunted as the thickest of Treehugger’s tail-locks took advantage of his pinned arms, nudging under his butt in a smooth worming motion that would leave the couch scented for weeks. He could only watch as its grip consumed his body, the thing was as thick around as a large bottle and shockingly strong. His hands were bound to his sides as she spooled him up from just above his hips to under his chin in three huge pink orange loops. The sweat stained, locked fur squishing against his cheek as the addling scent of the pear pony’s drug of choice flooded his lungs.

Spike was actually getting a contact high from huffing this hippy’s ass…

“T-tr-”

“Shhh, you’re like, my hostage now, little dude…” Tree Hugger hiked her rump a little and flexed again, her cheeks came crashing together with a thunderclap as she powered her tail into lifting him off the couch to dangle like a caught fish above a deep crevasse.

She didn’t even seem to find him heavy as she gave her ass a sway. The sheer mass of the thing tugged her left hoof off the ground as all that flesh sloshed to the right with a cacophonous clap, the impact almost tugging her off her hooves before she swung in the opposite direction, right hind hoof lifting as the inertia continued.

Spike was a keening mess as Tree Huggers massive ass held him hostage. Her hind end was literally all she needed to torture him in ways he had not even begun to imagine.

Throbthrobthrobthrobthrobthrob-

Spike could do nothing but watch the motion work itself through Tree Hugger’s hind end, both back legs juddered like a dropped coin, losing inertia as the fatty fanny the pear pony packed let all the kinetic energy have its fleshy fun. Droplets of sweat greeted his face as they were chased from between the meaty moons by the force of impact.

Spike’s pupils shrank to pin pricks as one of Treehugger’s dreadlocks began brushing against his tent.

“Mane-iac has noticed that Hum Drum,” Tree Hugger’s voice attempted to be that of an announcer, but the sandy and sonorous tone of her speech almost sounded more like a meditation track. “Has been staring at her massive fat ass all week.” Her brow rose as a mischievously villainous smirk spread across her face, her ass finally wobbling to (mostly) a stop.

Spike’s heart tried to beat out of his chest as he got the idea that Tree Hugger was not as oblivious as he had hoped.

“I-”

CLAP

Green cheeks clapped together as Tree Hugger let her tail do its best impression of an anaconda, squeezing Spike into silence and forcing yet more blood where he didn’t want it to go.

“For the crime of horniness, little hero dude.”

Spike could only watch, breathless and painfully horny as she brought him closer to the object of his fixation.

Normally Treehugger’s tail was slightly in the way of any true view of her buns, but now that it was animate, and holding him aloft, he got a full view of the thing, he was brought in close and low, right where her ass meat sat against the back of her voluptuous thighs, the kingdom of butt cleavage.

“I think I’m gonna sentence you…”

Her tail loosened enough to let spike gasp just in time to get a mouthful of booty. She jammed him right into the crease where right cheek met thigh, a wet clap of sound dominating his senses as sweat made itself familiar with his cheek (And his cheek with hers). With no mercy, she slowly dragged him up, using his little body to heft her massive ass cheek up, the smell of weed, sweet pears and all the sweat that had been trapped in that humid fold hit Spike’s addled mind like a truck (A dump truck to be specific).

The sheer weight of her right cheek alone mashed into his features, the fatty thing smothered all it touched, welling up around his features, burying his frills, muffling and filling his mouth when he moaned as she combed her ass fur with his face.

The herb currently addling his system made the slow pan up along her buttcheek seem to take an age, going up along the length of a mountain of booty meat bigger and heavier than he was by an order of magnitude. She began to wiggle her hips, smooshing back against him further, he almost felt like her ass was trying to absorb him from just how much endless, warm, soft, sweaty heat was suffusing his little face.

Spike’s sweatpants were viscously dripping with pre, the playful, solicitous tail-lock playing with his pants hadn’t quit for a second. Almost wailed moans muffled in booty.

Finally he came to the tip of the green hill, his face surfaced with a humidity laden gasp moments before Tree Hugger threw her ass back and cheek slapped him, sending him into a jiggling marshmallow hell. She panned him to the left to free him, serving to catch his jaw between her cheeks amid the damp, nestled warmth, her peachy tail dock jammed against his nose.

“Kiss it, little hero dude.”

Spike opened his mouth to protest.

CLAP

Her cheeks clenched, Spike’s cheeks squished, his features becoming nothing but playthings for Tree Hugger’s tonnage as she wiggled her hinds back and forth, buffeting him with booty cheek while her tail played boa again.

Spike began kissing immediately, wretched, embarrassed, blushy sounds coming hot and fast between lip to dock contact.

Treehugger smirked, and turned to look forward, closing her eyes as she waited between smooches, when Spike pulled back, as far as she would let him, to prepare for another kiss, her tail pulled down and pushed in.

Spike got a new pair of earmuffs as the only sound he could hear became that of flesh shifting and jiggling over his head, his lips met something tight, puckered and flexing.

“Oooh, a kiss for a lady, you’re polite, little hero dude.”

Her cheeks clapped again, but this time instead of against each other, it was against Spike’s head. Sweat ran down his face as the heat of his cheeks and the heat of hers met, he made a horrified sound, and then a horrified moan as his legs jerked in place, tensing and flexing and bending like he was being electrocuted.

The clear fluid dripping from Spike’s sweatpants became milky and white.

“Oop, yeah, definitely the crime of being horny..” She tilted her ass one way, mashing Spike’s face to the left, then the other, mooshing him to the right.

POP

She pulled his head from the confines of her ass and let him sway there for a moment, practically steaming from her warmth.

“You know…Luna was sentenced to the moon for a 1000 years.” She paused. “Like, totally cruel, down with the monarchy, free love for all, but…since I’m a villain…I think ‘ll give you the same sentence…”

Spike’s limp, twitching body started attempting to squirm. Tree Hugger didn’t even squeeze him into submission.

“24 hours moon detention.” Her tail began to reel him back.

“W-wai-”

“Nope.”

PLAP

Treehuger’s tail locks swung forward and plunged Spike into warm, humid, fruity darkness. Her cheeks were so heavy it felt like being stuck in a vice as she pushed him in so deep he could feel her heartbeat through all of the ponyflesh around him. Only his green crest sat like a shark's fin, pushing against the dock of her tail, could be seen. Her ass had basically swallowed him.

“Keep kissing and maybe you’ll, like, get out early on good behavior…” With that, she smirked, grabbed a few snacks from a nearby bowl with her dreads, and began to walk towards the garden.

Clap, Clap, Clap

The familiar sound could be heard, augmented by a new medium through which the sound could flow, an addled, squirming body. The astute would notice another sound between every booty beat.

Clap-Spurt-Clap-Spurt-Clap-Spurt

Along with muffled, tortured moaning.

End