artist:squashedflat
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Game https://textadventures.co.uk/games/view/g4hmzzzbbku4zls4xkhxoa/reign-equestria

"Of course. Any threat against the nobility must be treated with the utmost severity,” you
reply, before summoning the Captain of the Guard. You have a group of guards assembled
within the hour and sent throughout Equestria.

"You've made the right decision, Princess. Anypony going up against the nobility is going to
£0 up against you by extension. In times of crisis with the peasantry, we should be sticking
together," Duchess Widebottom declares with a bow of her head before she leaves.

A few hours later you're about to wrap up court for the day when the throne room doors are
thrown open. Your guards hurriedly move into position to try to stop them, but they're
effortlessly overrun by the sheer number of peasants storming the throne room. You yelp and
sit up in your throne when you're greeted by the burning eyes of Windy Barrelbelly as she
marches across the room towards you. "What is the meaning of this?!" you demand, your
‘horn sparking to life to defend yourself.

Windy spins around, her huge ass cheeks clapping together before she lifts a leg and
FFFRRRPPPRRBBBRROOORRPPPRRBBBRRRRROORRRTTT Any attempt at

magic is immediately snuffed out by a tremendous fart, leaving you gasping and gagging on
the rotten stench as she crouches then launches her ass towards you. As you choke on her

toxic cloud you manage a strangled scream before SSSSSPPPPLLLLAATTTTT Her ass crash
lands directly on top of you, splatting you under the jiggling mass of her backside. You're

flattened under it, squashed into your own throne as Windy sighs, then smirks to herself. "A

regime change,” she states with a grin.

GAME OVER! The throne of Equestria creaks under the jiggling mass of brown butt fat of
one President Barrelbelly. After she completely crushed you and the peasants prevented any
rescue an almost immediate vote was held. The public voted for Windy Barrelbelly almost
unaminously and she celebrated by slamming her enormous cheeks into the throne once
more. The new flags of the Republic of Equestria are set flying on either side of the hefty mare
as she grinds her cheeks from side-to-side, hopping in place on top of the crushed flat
pancake that was once you. As she sits on the throne the only part of you even visible is your
pastel coloured tail twitching and shaking below the hefty brown rump of the new President.
You didn't take the Ponies Unafraid of Nobility seriously enough, and now you're paying the
price pound for pound as those cheeks slam and squish you. Your only relief is when her butt
lifts, only to drop again moments later, or rip a long noxious fart that leaves you gasping and
‘gagging, proving her namesake with a rank rumbling booty blast. You'll have plenty of time to
‘get used to such treatment as the President's fart cushion. With you out of the way the
peasant overthrow comes with a mass squashing and splatting of the nobility so at least you
aren't entirely alone in your flattened misery. A new age of Equestria has begun, and you're at
the bottom of it!