Tummy Trouble

Cerenth guided Jez away from the bed.

“Oh? Not there today?” Jez queried.

Cerenth shook his head, his blue mane shaking back and forth.

“Not yet. All in good time. Just stand right there and don’t move.”

Cerenth pointed a hoof to the X painted on the floor of the bedroom. A spike of adrenaline surged through Jez’s body. She knew it was a trap, of course, but that was what made it all the more exciting. She trotted over obediently and stood still on the spot, trying to stop her legs from quaking with nervous excitement.

“That’s good, my little rubber pet. Now, be a good girl and face the window.”

Cerenth’s light praise carried a special weight for Jez. Although she sometimes objected to his often callous treatment of her, being used like a toy was a wholly arousing experience that she liked to indulge in from time to time. Not that she’d say it outright to him. Still, knowing that she did a good job as a rubbery, sometimes disassembled plaything for him was something that made pride swell in her chest. She played this off coolly when she could, though in the heat of the moment she sometimes blurted out feelings that she didn’t know she had in her. Cerenth just responded with that same grin of his, devilish yet debonair at the same time.

Jez turned on the spot and faced the window. This meant that she was blind to Cerenth moving behind her, and she especially didn’t notice him holding a remote control with a rather conspicuous looking red button on it. His hoof slammed down on the remote, and Jez heard the clack of his horseshoe on the button a split second before she felt the impact of what Cerenth had set in motion. Suddenly, the ceiling above Jez opened up and revealed a piston that was positioned directly over her, only missing her head in its trajectory. At Cerenth’s command the piston slammed down on Jez, flattening her rubber body in an instant. She suddenly felt her center of gravity drop to the floor, and her view followed soon after. The piston’s pressure was sudden and unyielding. All of Jez had been flattened to half an inch, apart from her head which stuck out impossibly from the flat blue square under the piston’s plate.

Cerenth walked into Jez’s view, grinning the whole time.

“So this is what you want to do today? Hmm. Been there, done that.” Jez addressed him casually.

Her blasé attitude was a testament to the extreme body play that she had engaged in with Cerenth before. All kinds of stretching, twisting, folding, bending and even splitting were just normal parts of their relationship. Fuelled by their mutual love of impossible feats, they always explored new ways to push the boundaries of Jez’s body, but never quite managed to find the limits. Today, Cerenth had decided to surprise her with a flattening, but she had done that all before. In truth, she loved the sensation of being rolled, pressed and squished, but this was nothing new. It wasn’t that Jez didn’t enjoy the feeling of being squashed, it just wasn’t uniquely special. Jez assumed that was the reason why Cerenth had tried to surprise her with it. Admittedly, she had gotten somewhat turned on by the idea of being lead into an obvious trap, but her excitement fell somewhat flat after she was flattened. Even so, Cerenth had his knowing grin plastered on his face, and Jez couldn’t help but have her curiosity piqued by his confidence.

“Oh, we’re only just getting started!” Cerenth said as he pressed the remote again.

This time it had the effect of relieving the pressure from Jez’s flattened body as the piston raised up to reveal what had happened to her. Jez looked back at the aftermath of the piston’s crushing pressure. Her entire body, legs and torso, had been pressed into a square that was only half an inch thick. Her rubbery body had taken the impact effortlessly, causing no pain or distress to her. Quite the opposite; being flattened was always an enjoyable experience for Jez, especially when she felt her body stretched wide and thin across the floor. The pleasurable sensations continued when she felt Cerenth’s magic pick her up, peeling her off the floor. Her belly stretched even more as it stubbornly stuck to the floor before finally peeling away like a sticker. Cerenth floated her over to the bed, noting the blush that had started to creep onto her cheeks. Despite her lack of excitement, the sensations were getting to her. He smirked at what he planned to do next.

Once Jez was hovering over the bed, Cerenth leapt onto it playfully. His erection bounced with his body, turgid and ready. Jez saw it looming beneath her and subconsciously licked her lips. Cerenth let go with his magic and Jez fluttered down on top of him. Her head landed next to his and he brought her close for a kiss. Jez could feel Cerenth’s member touching her belly. It poked up into her, acting like a tent pole for her draped, rubbery body. Cerenth’s tongue searched around in her muzzle, licking intimately. She returned his passion with the only part of her body that was still mobile. She kissed him passionately, sloppily, hungry for his love. Despite her cold start to this situation, she was starting to warm up to it, and was curious to see what Cerenth had in store for her.

Cerenth’s member jutted upwards like a spire towards Jez’s sky blue body. Jez could feel his heat on her belly, rolling off his hard and yearning cock. She felt a slight wetness beneath her, no doubt Cerenth’s precum dripping from his eager tip. She acted like a blanket, covering him with her own warmth and receiving his in return. She was so engaged in his kiss and feeling his presence under her body that she didn’t notice the knife floating over to the bed. It passed underneath her and towards Cerenth’s towering phallus. She made keenly aware of the blade’s edge when she felt it enter her, just above her belly button. Cerenth had stabbed her.

Of course, for Jez, this was not as fatal as for anyone else. No, her rubbery catsuit rendered her impervious to damage, merely creating more surfaces when it was cut into or separated. What Cerenth had done, in effect, was to create a new entrance in Jez’s belly. She had been cut horizontally, creating a sideways slit above her normal bellybutton. Cerenth had been careful not to penetrate her too far, as he didn’t want to punch a hole straight through her. Instead, he had buried the knife flat along her flattened body, gutting her and creating a cavity. Jez’s entire body shuddered at the penetration. Her separated parts and freshly cut surfaces were always incredibly sensitive – just a consequence of wearing the catsuit. Even through the rubber that covered her, she felt Cerenth’s caresses and touches, and now she felt him prodding at this new entrance with his dick. It gave her butterflies in her stomach, but more importantly, she felt a burning ache in her where he had cut. If she had to liken it to anything, it was similar to the ache she felt when she was aroused normally, just higher in location; which is why she gasped when she felt Cerenth’s massive stallion cock slip inside her. Her rubbery body, though flattened, hugged his dick tightly, and it created a bulge inside her, visible from both her top and bottom. Jez’s entire form quivered from the insertion. It was so sensitive! She mentally revisited other times when she had taken Cerenth’s cock vaginally. It was up there in terms of pleasure, and she was almost convinced to rate it even higher. The pleasure came twofold for her. Not just through her new tummy pussy being stretched around Cerenth’s pulsating penis, but also from her sensitive tummy rubbing against Cerenth’s undercarriage. She had to let out a moan when Cerenth started thrusting into her, instantly causing her pleasure centers to explode with activity.

Cerenth thrust gently into Jez at first, not wanting to overwhelm her or blow his load early, but he wanted to get into a rutting frenzy so badly. His hips twitched and bucked, involuntarily sometimes, his lust sometimes overriding his restraint. Jez was kept on a plateau of pleasure, slowly ramping up with Cerenth’s increasing speed, and spiking when he made those sloppy, lustful thrusts inside her belly pussy. The passion in the air was palpable. Both ponies were lost to the pleasure of carnal lust, and they panted together with heated breath. Eventually Cerenth’s restraint faultered, and he thrust himself into Jez’s tummy with reckless abandon. He was so forceful that Jez thought she might tear, and though she knew that she could not be harmed, it excited her nonetheless. It stoked the fire of passion inside her, and she felt herself nearing her peak in her belly pussy. Similarly, Cerenth found himself approaching his zenith, his submission to his lust finally unshackling his passion and bringing the pleasure he was so desperately seeking. His cock pounded in and out of Jez’s belly, lubricated by nothing but his own precum, released in copious quantities in conjunction with his skyrocketing arousal. The bulge on Jez’s back and belly rapidly pistoned in and out of her, culminating finally in Cerenth thrusting deeply into her one last time. Cerenth felt his balls clench and empty themselves into Jez’s tummy-cunt, painting her blue insides white with sticky ropes of stallion cum. Both Cerenth and Jez tensed up, riding the waves of orgasm that washed over them both. Cerenth, being the only mobile pony on the bed, gathered bunches of Jez’s flat blanket body and clutched them close, squeezing her tight. It only served to prolong Jez’s orgasm, and she moaned loudly as she was overcome with sheer bliss.

The two ponies stayed that way until Cerenth finally came down from his orgasm. A pleasant afterglow washed over them both, the two of them still feeling aftershocks of pleasure from their genitals still touching. As Cerenth’s cock receded, the incision into Jez’s belly closed up, trapping his cum inside her. It left a significant bulge inside Jez’s otherwise flat body – a reminder of their exploits today. The two of them lay there on the bed, wrapped intimately in each other’s embrace until they both drifted off to sleep; the stallion and his beautiful blanket.