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

A royal execution

‘The ringing of bells wakes you from your sleep early. You stumble out of your room to see the
castle is under assault! Guards try to hold corridors, but the peasants flow around and over
them like a tide. Sheer numbers are overwhelming. Before your eyes you watch as two of your
best guards are slammed between fat, sweaty peasant butts and blown away, the fuming farts
coming with the clattering of empty armour. You back up and hit a wall as the peasants round
on you. You drop to your knees and plead with them but they turn their asses on you and
everything goes dark with a sweaty CLAP!

When you awaken you're on a stage before an assembled crowd. Your hooves are chained, the
‘magic nullifying chains binding your powers. You look to the ponies you rules, tears
streaming down your face as you beg and plead for them to reconsider, telling them you did
your best. In response the peasants call and jeer, laughing at you. Off to the side of the stage a
‘group of ponies pull on a rope, heaving in coordinated pulls. The rope goes around a pulley
above you and then down to something behind the stage. You give way to despair, openly
weeping not just for yourself, but for the fate of Equestria, unaware of quite what the rope is
raising up behind you.

It's only when you feel a shadow casting over your head that you open your eyes and look
upwards. You blink and your eyes focus on the enormous butterball of a pony above you, the
absolutely massive mounds of wobbling, jiggling ass filling you with fear. The huge pony is
held in place by a rope around their middle. A rope which the ponies to the side give one last
pull on. They lift up an inch and then the rope is dropped. Your eyes widen, a scream echoes
across the crowd and they come crashing down. Your vision fills with the enormous backside
of the huge pony.

KER-SSSSPPPPLLLLAAAATTTTTTTTT!!!

‘The impact shakes the whole stage as you're utterly crushed by the mass of pony slamming
down on top of you. You're crushed like a coin, a wide rump platting you across the stage
beneath two cheeks. You're crushed so flat you can't even twitch, your body splatted into a
squashed mat of a mare. Your squasher sits up, then lets loose a bubbly
'PPPRRRBBBRRRRRRROOORRPPRRBBRRRTTTT from their backside that leaves you
choking on their stinking fumes.

‘When they're finally lifted off and your flattened form revealed, you see a huge line forming,
leading to the stage. It seems every pony in Equestria is waiting to slam their fat ass on top of
your squashed form and to share their greivances in the form of nostril burning farts! The
line extends across half of Canterlot and you can only whimper as the next mare trots up,
glares at you, then swings around her backside and hammers it down onto your already
flattened form with a SPLAT!

GAME OVER! Your popularity hit an all time low and a peasant rebellion overran the
Castle. Your execution is the talk of Equestria and the queue to get to enjoy torturing the
permanently flattened Princessly pancake for five minutes is multiple days long. While you're
10 longer the Princess you'll be hearing the gastric greivances of the pony public for another
few centuries yet at least!