It was late evening when Zephyr walked over to the stables. He was a simple pokemon rancher that took care of a number of different pokemon ranging from: Zebstrika, Flaaffy, Rapidash, Wooloo, Gogoat, Sawsbuck and more. The wolf pulled open the stable doors where the equines were kept. Two long rows, one on each side, of horse-like pokemon sleeping soundly through the night. Zephyr had to make sure they each of them had a fresh set of hay for tomorrow.

The first pokemon who's stall he had to freshen up was a Zebstrika stallion, a gentle one that he was quite fond of. He took his time to make sure the pokemon had enough fresh hay before moving on to the next. This next stall housed a pair of Mareep twins, both female and very curious. They were a friendly pair that liked to prance around the wolf whenever he was around. Zephyr placed down their portion of hay and went towards the nearby stall. A female Tauros slept inside this one. She was a bit of a bitch, but that's understandable for a Tauros. Carefully he put down her set of hay, trying not to wake her up from her slumber.

Zephyr did this with the rest of the creatures in the stables, until he got to the very last one, a strikingly tall Mudsdale mare. That bitch was evil in its purest form, constantly bucking him off, kicking him in the stomach, taking a seat on him, and she only did this with him. It was baffling to Zephyr that one could be so cruel to him, especially since he was her caretaker. He always spoke kindly to her, made sure she was always cleaned, fed and got enough exercise, but never once treated him with any sort of respect. Worst of all, she was picky. If Zephyr didn't put enough hay down in her stall, she would throw a fit for the rest of week.

The wolf gulped as he tip-toed into the stall where the mare slept. He carefully placed down the hay all around her, from her sides, to under her, to the front, now all that was left was the back. Zephyr walked around to the rear of the Mudsdale. Her massive flanks were practically right up against the back stone wall, forcing the wolf to have to squeeze behind her. The canine wedged himself behind her and placed the rest of the hay down on the ground, finally he was done, and he could get out of there.

Zephyr just barely moved to squeeze himself out from behind the mare when she suddenly moved back! Her massive rump now completely smushed the wolf against the wall and cramming his head between her cheeks. The wolf's nose rammed right up against her donut sized tail hole. Zephyr was trapped!

The mudsdale's musk was potent, waving around in the tight enclosure for him to breath. An unpleasant experience to say the least. At first, he had thought the mare woke up, but he could still hear her snores even when trapped behind her ass. An average mudsdale weighed over twenty-two hundred pounds, but this mare weighed nearly five thousand pounds! Not exactly light-weight.

Poor Zephyr stood head deep in horse ass. 'Well, at least things couldn't get any worse' he thought. Immediately after, a grumbling sound emitted from the mare, a sign of stomach troubles. Zephyr knew exactly what was about to happen, and he was directly in the line of fire. Vibrations traveled down the equine's bowels, getting more violent as it got closer to the "exit."

PPFFFRRAAAABBPPPTT!

A sound of thunder followed by a burst of foul air struck Zephyr's nose. The dank fumes flew up his nostrils and into his unwilling lungs. Zephyr whimpered as the fart stung his insides with a spicy taint. Only one before had he accidentally gotten a whiff of pokemon gas, but it was nowhere near as foul as this hell. The wolf would wiggle if the cramped space allowed him to.

BBRAAAAAAMMP!

Zephyr's eyes started to water as another fit of gas flew up his nose. 'Arceus, what did I do to deserve this?' the pup wondered in his head. He was nice to everybody he met, never once speaking out of turn or speaking ill of others, so why oh why was he getting such a nightmare-like treatment? The wolf had raised this mare since she was a Mudbray, caring for her no matter the conditions and even then she still treated him poorly. Ugh, why did he even bother trying with her anymore.

The third gust aroma hit the canine like a freight train as the miasma from the previous expulsions still swam around in his head. Zephyr's vision was blurred and spun around upside-down, sideways and right side up again. He knew this was not going to end soon. It wasn't even midnight yet, and he was stuck in such an awful predicament. Dawn would not rise for at least ten more hours and the mudsdale was not running out of "fuel" anytime soon.

All throughout the night Zephyr was forced to breathe in warm horse farts. Every half a minute or so the mare would spray his lungs with another shot of her noxious fumes. The wolf's sense of smell was burnt out, only being able to sense the gas from the mudsdale. He constantly prayed to Arceus that he would fix whatever it was he did to deserve this as long as the torture stopped, but was continuously interrupted by present company ripping ass in his face.

Dawn broke through the night and filled the barn with an orange glow. The mudsdale slowly awoke from her beauty sleep, letting out a morning toot as she yawned. She shook her head to wake herself up more when she felt something nudge behind her. The mare stepped forwards and looked back. There was one of her caretakers, Zephyr, with eyes crossed and fur messy. He must have been behind her all night while she slept. Normally people would worry about such a thing, but mudsdale could not care any less. That wolf was weak and wasn't deserving of even the slightest hint of mercy.

"Zephyr, are you in here?" a feminine voice called out. The mare recognized the voice, it was the owner of the ranch, Teresa. She came in to find that blasted wolf and put him back to work. The mudsdale wondered, but what if she didn't find him? A glance back at the barely conscious wolf made her path quite clear. Mudsdale reared back her haunches and put Zephyr right back in his trap, just before the owner walked up to her stall. "Zephyr? Ugh, where is that damned wolf?" Teresa cried out. "I swear if he has a no-show again I will fire his ass so quick!" Mudsdale whinnied at the fox's remark.

The wolf could hear Teresa's voice from his enclosure, she was his only hope of getting free. He yelled as loud as he could, given his snout being crammed up against a mudsdale's butthole. "FFAARRREEPHAAA!!" the wolf shouted out. The fox turned to the mudsdale, "What was that noise?" she pondered. Mudsdale panicked a bit, she didn't want her captor to be taken away. She thought fast and let out a fearsome: BBRAAAPBBLLRRRRTT! to shut the pup up.

Teresa plugged her nose and waved her other hand in front of her face. "Oh my goodness, Mudsdale! What has Zephyr been feeding you?!" the fox woman groaned. The mare whinnied in retort. Teresa, unable to stand the stench anymore stormed out of the stables after being unable to find her employee. Mudsdale settled her weight back on the red, blue and white wolf and ground her butt against him, shoving his whole face in her bowels now. If he thought it was bad before, just he wait until he gets her gas from inside her.