image from https://drive.google.com/drive/u/0/folders/19KXoF4o8BU9JZHKxNqyc7_xiGMeWRV6H
Game https://textadventures.co.uk/games/view/g4hmzzzbbku4zls4xkhxoa/reign-equestria

Despite your best efforts things are bad with the guard. Less and less of them are in the
castle, and those that are look exhausted and beleaguered. Morale is at an all time low and
discipline right behind it. Still you believe they are doing their best to guard you. Your
security is paramount, no matter how many guards are missing, squashed or have straight up
quit.

It's the early afternoon when you take a break from court matters to enjoy a spot of tea. With
your tea you have your favourite treat, a slice of strawberry and chocolate gateau. Your horn
glows as you lift it from the table, levitating it to your jaws to enjoy a sumptuous bite. Your
eyes close, your mouth opens, your senses sharpening for an indulgent treat. You don't even
‘hear the woosh of a plump grey backside dropping through the air towards you before it
slams you on the top of the head and pins you to the floor. WHAM!

‘You're pinned to the floor as she landed perfectly on the back of your head. Your cake is
thrown to the side, your vision nothing but grey bat booty as you're squashed to the floor.
"Guarrfffpph! Guuaarrfffppphh!” You frantically yell, but your words are muffled by ass and
there's so few guards in the castle that not only is nopony in the room with you, but there's
not even a guard nearby. You plant your forehooves in the ground, frantically trying to lift
your head, and in turn the booty planted on top of you.

Frrrrppprrrppprrrilllirrrrpprrrittt A sudden gust of black hued stench that quietly puffs out
of the plush equine rear seems to have other ideas. Your nostrils sear with the abysmal stink,
‘your throat burns as you drop to your knees, unable to focus. You gag and choke on the rotten
odour, frantically trying to scream for your guards but the assassin's big butt proves very
good at muffling your cries. You can't call for anypony, can't do anything as you squirm and
struggle with all you have but eventually the constant farts prove too much. A last SBD has
her cheeks shake. Your forelegs go stiff, your hind legs straighten out before you as your
squirming becomes a twitching and everything fades to black before your body stiffens and
goes limp.

‘Your body is dragged over to a window and tossed out of it, the assassin smirking behind her
mask as she leaves your limp form sticking out of the soft mud around the moat. You hit the
‘ground perfectly to bury up to your waist, your still legs left sticking up in the air above your
unmoving cake fed butt to look like some kind of strange plant life that had grown out of the
‘ground. It's not too long before you're discovered, but too late to catch your killer.

‘Your assassination is met with horror and outrage by most of Equestria, but it doesn't change
anything. Princess Luna becomes the new ruler, a move which seems popular with the
batponies. Luna is sure to keep her guard presence strong, learning from your stinky end to
never go anywhere without a bodyguard. If only she knew the bodyguard she chose
‘moonlighted as a dangerous assassin…

GAME OVER! With all your guards being worn down or sent away your security hit rock
bottom, and now nopony is there to save you from the thundering backside of your assassin.
As another long bassy rip comes to an end your legs twitch their last as you snuff it under a
fat, gassy backside. Your millennia of peaceful rule ends not with a bang, but a muted fart
from a batpony's backside.