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The crowd roared with cheers and applause, the word ‘Ranch’ being chanted over and over again as the large white mare descended from the old, battered bronco in the centre of the room. A smug grin crossed her lips as two stage hands rushed past her to unstrap the unconscious wolf that had been bound to the mechanical bull she had just been riding, their head situated in prime position to act as a saddle for the sizeable equine.

“Another one down.” Ranch called to the crowd, spreading her arms in a gloating manner. “Can anyone rise to my challenge? Can any out there ride a full cycle of Old Rusty as my saddle, and remain conscious to throughout?” She scanned the crowd, looking for her next victim. There were plenty of volunteers, Ranch had a nice ass and many foolishly believed the pain of this challenge was worth the chance to get some face time with it. However, it was not a volunteer that Ranch would spot, but rather, her boss, standing at the front of the crowd with an amused smile on his face.

“Erret!” Ranch pointed to the skunk. “I didn’t realise my smutty little show attracted an audience of such renowned calibre. Have you perhaps come to attempt to usurp me? If anyone can take a pounding from an ass and survive, it must be you.”

The crowd laughed, Erret included, but the skunk shook his head. “As fun as being under your ass sounds, Ranch, I am not sure my wife would approve of me enjoying another woman’s backside. Though, in regards to my wife, I am pretty sure she was just talking about how weak everyone was for failing this challenge.” Ranch’s eyes flicked from Erret, to the six foot five tigress standing next to him, her eyes alight with intrigue.

“What are you doing?” Tiger asked, glaring to her husband.
“Throwing you under the bus.” Erret cooed playfully. “You know, if by bus I mean horse.”
“I’m not doing this.” Tiger folded her arms assertively.
“If you can stay conscious I’ll do whatever you want in the bedroom tonight.”
“I can take her!” Tiger stepped forwards, smirking at Ranch. “Not only will I stay conscious. I’m going to unsaddle you.”

There was hushed murmurs from the crowd. Ranch had never been unsaddled, heck, she’d never had someone stay conscious through a ride on Rusty. However, Tiger was known for being insanely durable, and had stayed awake through punishment many could not. Ranch was intrigued, she knew of Tiger’s hardy nature, and was eager to see if the feline lived up to her reputation. “That’s a bold claim, kitty cat. Let’s get you into position.”

* * * * *

“There we go, nice and tight.” Ranch tugged on the ropes that held Tiger to the bronco, making sure the feline wouldn’t slip off as Rusty executed his programmed movements. “We wouldn’t want you to get tossed after claiming you’re going to unsaddle me now, would we?”

“You’re going down.” Tiger growled, the pair shooting one another a competitive grin for just a second, before Ranch stepped away, stepping onto Rusty with the experienced motions many had come to expect from her. She’d ridden this bronco hundreds of times, and not once had it managed to toss her.

“Let me just get comfortable.” Ranch called, slamming her fat ass down right into Tiger’s face, before grinding it around for the amusement of the audience. “Oh, she’s comfy. Hey, Erret, can I keep her if I win?” The audience laughed, Erret included, but the glint in his eyes warned Ranch that she better be joking. “Alright, somebody get Rusty going.”

A stage hand ran in to start pressing buttons on Rusty’s control panel, before hammering the top and sides with their hand. “Come on you hunk o’ junk.” They shook the control panel, but Rusty refused to move. “I think he’s dead, ma’am. Want me to fetch-.” A gunshot split the air, the stage hand leaping back from the control panel as a rubber bullet dented its outer casing.

With a sudden lurch, Rusty sprung to life, Ranch barely managing to holster her six-shooter before the bull was in full swing. Many questioned why Ranch remained so attached to the old bronco, what many did not realise was that Old Rusty was actually illegal, his movements found to be so aggressive that he injured certain riders, and was resultantly scrapped. Ranch had found and restored the old carnival game, and now prided herself on her ability to ride him.

As the bull started to violently rock back and forth, Ranch was flung forward, her ass rising off Tiger’s face for but a second, before Rusty changed direction, and that copious equine booty came slamming back down. Thwump! Thwump! Thwump! Again and again Ranch’s ass slammed down onto Tiger’s face, engulfing the feline in a world of squishy white cheeks.

The crowd roared and cheered for the two women as Ranch bounced and slammed on Tiger’s face, the white furred mare grabbing her hat and lifting it skyward as she gripped the bronco with her powerful legs. Her body wrenched and twisted with every movement the outlawed bull made, but she refused to topple.

Beneath, Tiger was putting up with a whole different problem. Every buck of the bull saw Ranch’s ass slam down on her, pummelling her head between powerful Glutes, and the hard metal shell of the bull she was bound to. It was only through the virtue of Ranch’s ass fat that the feline’s nose hadn’t broken under the brutal ass assault.

A loud claxon filled the air, signalling the one minute mark had been passed. Ranch snapped her attention to Tiger, seeing that the tigress was still tense, and gritting her teeth. Few made it this far, and fewer still had the energy to tense like Tiger was. The feline was going strong, and Ranch needed to turn the tables if she wanted to beat her opponent. She was just pondering how to defeat the feline when something thick, wet, and abrasive licked at her ass.

A loud gasp escaped Ranch as Tiger dragged her tongue over the horses pucker, causing the equine’s legs to weaken a little, and with a particularly rough swing from Rusty, Ranch slid sideways, falling from the top of the bull. A hand shot out, gripping one of Rusty’s horns as Ranch tightened her leg once more, now clinging to the side of the bull. She’d not touched the ground, and was resultantly still in the competition. With a snort, she heaved herself back astride her bull, giving Tiger an extra hard slam with her butt to punish the feline for trying to catch her off guard, and locking her legs tightly around the bronco.

Slurp! Ranch groaned in pleasure as Tiger’s tongue dragged over her pucker once more. Her legs weakened for but a fraction of a second, before she quickly tensed them once more. Slurp! Slurp! Sluuuuuuuurp! Ranch bit her lower lip, throwing her head back in ecstasy as she was rimmed, her legs weakening and twitching every time that barbed feline tongue dragged over her puckered ring.

A particularly savage lurch saw Ranch fall forward, the equine quickly wrapping her arms around the bull’s neck to secure herself in place, but the rimming continued, each sensation of tongue to anus sending waves of pleasure down Ranch’s spine, and causing her grip to weaken.

Another claxon sounded. Two minutes down, one to go. There was no way Ranch could take another minute of this, she knew it, and she needed to do something about it. Tiger was still going strong, and even if she didn’t unsaddle her rider, knocking her out was looking unlikely. Ranch would need to bring out the big guns if she was to win this one. Closing her eyes, and biting harder on her lower lip, Ranch waited, holding out until she felt Tiger’s thick mouth muscle press against her tail pipe once more. It was then that she’d strike…

Pppppbbbbbbbbrrrrrrrrrrttttt!

A loud retch could be heard from all, Tiger gagging and spluttering as Ranch unleashed a noxious fart right over her tongue. Instinctively, the feline pulled back, her nose scrunched up and eyes watering as she hacked and wheezed on the foul tastes that now plagued her taste buds.

Seeing her chance to strike back, Ranch quickly sat up, letting out a loud ‘Yeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaaw!’ as she started to mercilessly slam her ass down on Tiger once more. However, unlike before, she’d now punctuate every butt-slam with a loud and rippling fart.

Toxic, green fumes billowed from the equine’s anus as she blasted Tiger’s face over and over again. Below, Tiger coughed and retched as the pungent stench of manure filled her nostrils and assailed her tongue. Her eyes streamed tears, and she felt her body losing strength as she was pounded by gas and ass over and over again.

“Still awake back there?” Ranch mocked as a smirk spread across her lips. Rusty was coming to the end of his programme, and whilst Tiger was still conscious, Ranch had always been one for showboating, and liked to end her performance on a particularly impressive display. She knew Rusty’s programme by heart, and as she recognised a series of three rapid twists, she let her legs loosen.

Rusty bucked, Ranch bouncing to hurl herself as high as possible over the bull. As Rusty pulled back, Tiger was left looking up towards the giant mare ass suspended above her, and with sheer dread, she realised that Ranch started to descend right about the time Rusty started to thrust his back upwards, and, as a result, hurling Tiger’s face right towards the descending ass.

Slam! Rusty groaned as two hundred and seven pounds of mare slammed down onto him. Tiger let out a muffled roar, which was audible for about half a second before an obnoxiously loud fart overwhelmed it. Green fumes billowed from beneath Ranch as the equine launched herself again, revealing the coughing Tiger for about a second before she slammed down with another loud tearing of fetid gas.

The final thirty seconds of Rusty’s routine were filled with the slams and blasts of Ranch’s ass as she bounced and farted on Tiger’s face. She spent less than half of these last few seconds actually sitting on Rusty, and spent most of it airborne, readying her next punishing slam.

* * * * *

The crowd roared with cheers and applause, the word ‘Ranch’ being chanted over and over again as the large white mare descended from the old, battered bronco in the centre of the room. She had remained saddled, barely, but this could not be considered an all-out victory for her. Looking over her shoulder, Ranch smiled to the dazed and coughing tigress still tied to her metallic steed. Tiger was drained, weak, braindead even, but she was conscious. Both feline and equine had failed in their quests, leaving this competition a dead heat between them.

“I guess you win.” Ranch cooed as she moved over to poke Tiger, smirking as green fumes billowed from the feline’s mouth and nostrils. “Do you feel like a winner? Do my farts taste like victory?” She leaned in to gingerly sniff the fumes Tiger was emitting. “Doesn’t smell like victory. Still, that was fun, we really should do that again some time.” She stepped away as the stage hands ran in to start untying Tiger, turning to the crowd and announcing that was all for today. With a universal sound of disappointment, the crowd started to depart, leaving behind only Erret, who would wait to collect his wife.

“You sure I can’t keep her?” Ranch asked her boss, shooting him a puppy-dog look playfully. “She’s the best saddle I’ve ever had.”

“You already know my answer.” Erret explained bluntly. “Though, we may come watch the show again next week.” His eyes flicked to his exhausted wife, and he grinned. “I’m sure Tiger would love to give you a rematch.”

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The crowd roared with cheers and applause, the word ‘Ranch’ being chanted over and over again as the large white mare descended from the old, battered bronco in the centre of the room. A smug grin crossed her lips as two stage hands rushed past her to unstrap the unconscious wolf that had been bound to the mechanical bull she had just been riding, their head situated in prime position to act as a saddle for the sizeable equine.

“Another one down.” Ranch called to the crowd, spreading her arms in a gloating manner. “Can anyone rise to my challenge? Can any out there ride a full cycle of Old Rusty as my saddle, and remain conscious to throughout?” She scanned the crowd, looking for her next victim. There were plenty of volunteers, Ranch had a nice ass and many foolishly believed the pain of this challenge was worth the chance to get some face time with it. However, it was not a volunteer that Ranch would spot, but rather, her boss, standing at the front of the crowd with an amused smile on his face.

“Erret!” Ranch pointed to the skunk. “I didn’t realise my smutty little show attracted an audience of such renowned calibre. Have you perhaps come to attempt to usurp me? If anyone can take a pounding from an ass and survive, it must be you.”

The crowd laughed, Erret included, but the skunk shook his head. “As fun as being under your ass sounds, Ranch, I am not sure my wife would approve of me enjoying another woman’s backside. Though, in regards to my wife, I am pretty sure she was just talking about how weak everyone was for failing this challenge.” Ranch’s eyes flicked from Erret, to the six foot five tigress standing next to him, her eyes alight with intrigue.

“What are you doing?” Tiger asked, glaring to her husband.
“Throwing you under the bus.” Erret cooed playfully. “You know, if by bus I mean horse.”
“I’m not doing this.” Tiger folded her arms assertively.
“If you can stay conscious I’ll do whatever you want in the bedroom tonight.”
“I can take her!” Tiger stepped forwards, smirking at Ranch. “Not only will I stay conscious. I’m going to unsaddle you.”

There was hushed murmurs from the crowd. Ranch had never been unsaddled, heck, she’d never had someone stay conscious through a ride on Rusty. However, Tiger was known for being insanely durable, and had stayed awake through punishment many could not. Ranch was intrigued, she knew of Tiger’s hardy nature, and was eager to see if the feline lived up to her reputation. “That’s a bold claim, kitty cat. Let’s get you into position.”

* * * * *

“There we go, nice and tight.” Ranch tugged on the ropes that held Tiger to the bronco, making sure the feline wouldn’t slip off as Rusty executed his programmed movements. “We wouldn’t want you to get tossed after claiming you’re going to unsaddle me now, would we?”

“You’re going down.” Tiger growled, the pair shooting one another a competitive grin for just a second, before Ranch stepped away, stepping onto Rusty with the experienced motions many had come to expect from her. She’d ridden this bronco hundreds of times, and not once had it managed to toss her.

“Let me just get comfortable.” Ranch called, slamming her fat ass down right into Tiger’s face, before grinding it around for the amusement of the audience. “Oh, she’s comfy. Hey, Erret, can I keep her if I win?” The audience laughed, Erret included, but the glint in his eyes warned Ranch that she better be joking. “Alright, somebody get Rusty going.”

A stage hand ran in to start pressing buttons on Rusty’s control panel, before hammering the top and sides with their hand. “Come on you hunk o’ junk.” They shook the control panel, but Rusty refused to move. “I think he’s dead, ma’am. Want me to fetch-.” A gunshot split the air, the stage hand leaping back from the control panel as a rubber bullet dented its outer casing.

With a sudden lurch, Rusty sprung to life, Ranch barely managing to holster her six-shooter before the bull was in full swing. Many questioned why Ranch remained so attached to the old bronco, what many did not realise was that Old Rusty was actually illegal, his movements found to be so aggressive that he injured certain riders, and was resultantly scrapped. Ranch had found and restored the old carnival game, and now prided herself on her ability to ride him.

As the bull started to violently rock back and forth, Ranch was flung forward, her ass rising off Tiger’s face for but a second, before Rusty changed direction, and that copious equine booty came slamming back down. Thwump! Thwump! Thwump! Again and again Ranch’s ass slammed down onto Tiger’s face, engulfing the feline in a world of squishy white cheeks.

The crowd roared and cheered for the two women as Ranch bounced and slammed on Tiger’s face, the white furred mare grabbing her hat and lifting it skyward as she gripped the bronco with her powerful legs. Her body wrenched and twisted with every movement the outlawed bull made, but she refused to topple.

Beneath, Tiger was putting up with a whole different problem. Every buck of the bull saw Ranch’s ass slam down on her, pummelling her head between powerful Glutes, and the hard metal shell of the bull she was bound to. It was only through the virtue of Ranch’s ass fat that the feline’s nose hadn’t broken under the brutal ass assault.

A loud claxon filled the air, signalling the one minute mark had been passed. Ranch snapped her attention to Tiger, seeing that the tigress was still tense, and gritting her teeth. Few made it this far, and fewer still had the energy to tense like Tiger was. The feline was going strong, and Ranch needed to turn the tables if she wanted to beat her opponent. She was just pondering how to defeat the feline when something thick, wet, and abrasive licked at her ass.

A loud gasp escaped Ranch as Tiger dragged her tongue over the horses pucker, causing the equine’s legs to weaken a little, and with a particularly rough swing from Rusty, Ranch slid sideways, falling from the top of the bull. A hand shot out, gripping one of Rusty’s horns as Ranch tightened her leg once more, now clinging to the side of the bull. She’d not touched the ground, and was resultantly still in the competition. With a snort, she heaved herself back astride her bull, giving Tiger an extra hard slam with her butt to punish the feline for trying to catch her off guard, and locking her legs tightly around the bronco.

Slurp! Ranch groaned in pleasure as Tiger’s tongue dragged over her pucker once more. Her legs weakened for but a fraction of a second, before she quickly tensed them once more. Slurp! Slurp! Sluuuuuuuurp! Ranch bit her lower lip, throwing her head back in ecstasy as she was rimmed, her legs weakening and twitching every time that barbed feline tongue dragged over her puckered ring.

A particularly savage lurch saw Ranch fall forward, the equine quickly wrapping her arms around the bull’s neck to secure herself in place, but the rimming continued, each sensation of tongue to anus sending waves of pleasure down Ranch’s spine, and causing her grip to weaken.

Another claxon sounded. Two minutes down, one to go. There was no way Ranch could take another minute of this, she knew it, and she needed to do something about it. Tiger was still going strong, and even if she didn’t unsaddle her rider, knocking her out was looking unlikely. Ranch would need to bring out the big guns if she was to win this one. Closing her eyes, and biting harder on her lower lip, Ranch waited, holding out until she felt Tiger’s thick mouth muscle press against her tail pipe once more. It was then that she’d strike…

Pppppbbbbbbbbrrrrrrrrrrttttt!

A loud retch could be heard from all, Tiger gagging and spluttering as Ranch unleashed a noxious fart right over her tongue. Instinctively, the feline pulled back, her nose scrunched up and eyes watering as she hacked and wheezed on the foul tastes that now plagued her taste buds.

Seeing her chance to strike back, Ranch quickly sat up, letting out a loud ‘Yeeeeeeehaaaaaaaaaw!’ as she started to mercilessly slam her ass down on Tiger once more. However, unlike before, she’d now punctuate every butt-slam with a loud and rippling fart.

Toxic, green fumes billowed from the equine’s anus as she blasted Tiger’s face over and over again. Below, Tiger coughed and retched as the pungent stench of manure filled her nostrils and assailed her tongue. Her eyes streamed tears, and she felt her body losing strength as she was pounded by gas and ass over and over again.

“Still awake back there?” Ranch mocked as a smirk spread across her lips. Rusty was coming to the end of his programme, and whilst Tiger was still conscious, Ranch had always been one for showboating, and liked to end her performance on a particularly impressive display. She knew Rusty’s programme by heart, and as she recognised a series of three rapid twists, she let her legs loosen.

Rusty bucked, Ranch bouncing to hurl herself as high as possible over the bull. As Rusty pulled back, Tiger was left looking up towards the giant mare ass suspended above her, and with sheer dread, she realised that Ranch started to descend right about the time Rusty started to thrust his back upwards, and, as a result, hurling Tiger’s face right towards the descending ass.

Slam! Rusty groaned as two hundred and seven pounds of mare slammed down onto him. Tiger let out a muffled roar, which was audible for about half a second before an obnoxiously loud fart overwhelmed it. Green fumes billowed from beneath Ranch as the equine launched herself again, revealing the coughing Tiger for about a second before she slammed down with another loud tearing of fetid gas.

The final thirty seconds of Rusty’s routine were filled with the slams and blasts of Ranch’s ass as she bounced and farted on Tiger’s face. She spent less than half of these last few seconds actually sitting on Rusty, and spent most of it airborne, readying her next punishing slam.

* * * * *

The crowd roared with cheers and applause, the word ‘Ranch’ being chanted over and over again as the large white mare descended from the old, battered bronco in the centre of the room. She had remained saddled, barely, but this could not be considered an all-out victory for her. Looking over her shoulder, Ranch smiled to the dazed and coughing tigress still tied to her metallic steed. Tiger was drained, weak, braindead even, but she was conscious. Both feline and equine had failed in their quests, leaving this competition a dead heat between them.

“I guess you win.” Ranch cooed as she moved over to poke Tiger, smirking as green fumes billowed from the feline’s mouth and nostrils. “Do you feel like a winner? Do my farts taste like victory?” She leaned in to gingerly sniff the fumes Tiger was emitting. “Doesn’t smell like victory. Still, that was fun, we really should do that again some time.” She stepped away as the stage hands ran in to start untying Tiger, turning to the crowd and announcing that was all for today. With a universal sound of disappointment, the crowd started to depart, leaving behind only Erret, who would wait to collect his wife.

“You sure I can’t keep her?” Ranch asked her boss, shooting him a puppy-dog look playfully. “She’s the best saddle I’ve ever had.”

“You already know my answer.” Erret explained bluntly. “Though, we may come watch the show again next week.” His eyes flicked to his exhausted wife, and he grinned. “I’m sure Tiger would love to give you a rematch.”

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Artwork by the amazing

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