Squished Silly - Tales from Squish Land by SquishStories, literature
Literature
Squished Silly - Tales from Squish Land
(Facesitting/Flattening/General Squishin’)
Tales from Squish Land can be read in any order!
Jester Tryouts, Royal Rosethorn Palace
“Question one: Do you have any experience in comedy of a jesterly persuasion?”
The question came from a squeaky voice behind a clipboard. A small hand scribbled aggressively.
“I’ve made the other gals at the bar laugh at a pun or two - us dancers are naturally funny.”
“Ugh. Question two: Have you, in acts of silliness or general mischief, ever betrayed the trust of the Rosethorn Royalty?”
“One time, I got too drunk before a belly dance and tipped over a statue of Princess Allison. It was an accident. I bowled it over with my big butt!"
“Hilarious. We got three stooges out on stage trying to make a banana slipping routine work, and a contestant backstage buttering up the talent scout with ass jokes. What a captivating day for the royal jester tryouts. What’s the stage name, rainbow-barf?”
“The name’s April - April the Fool!”
Goldie the
Kinky Squashing Games with Three Centauresses by SQUEEZEMEFLAT, literature
Literature
Kinky Squashing Games with Three Centauresses
This is a short story inspired by a render from TheEbonyCentaur showing three beautiful Centaur girls lined up side by side, their butts facing the viewer. It's about squashing and crushing for kinky and sadistic pleasures and just a fantasy to share. No human, animal or Centaur was harmed, every person (or Centauress) involved is probably 21 or older
He found himself stripped naked except his grey boxershorts and tightly strapped to a kind of padded board. Another 8 ft long and 10 inch wide padded board was right in front of him, pressed against his prone midsection, perpendicular to his boday and somehow connected to the board behind him. He saw Naomi, a beautiful ebony Centauress he knew from a kinky website. He had contacted and spammed her with numerous mails, telling her all his fantasies about getting squashed, flattened and crushed in various sceneries and how he would love to feel her weight on top. Now for any reason he woke up in her realm and had no idea how he had
Lightning crackled across the black, tumultuous sky, dark clouds rolling and boiling high above. Down below, standing on a thin bridge of land no wider than her arm span stood our hero, Candace. The proud, noble and above all good fox stood defiantly in her leather armour, her green cloak and blonde hair whipping behind her in the howling wind, summoned by both the storm above, and the chasms on either side of her. One wrong step or a slight slip would spell certain doom, and a splattered fox far on the rocks below, but what was on either side of her paled in comparison to what sat in front of her. Rising out of the darkness like a demon s...
Swampy Sabotage - Tales from Squish Land by SquishStories, literature
Literature
Swampy Sabotage - Tales from Squish Land
“Do you realize the goldmine she’s sitting on here? All we need to do is figure out how to get any boss to that chair, and let Isabelle's bottom half do the rest. Not only do we get an instant victory for a few moments of work, we also get to watch every villain get their stupid faces squashed under a giant, sweaty ass! We get to win our quest for free!”
Maggi the Mage remembered saying those words. The felt so true at the time. But she hadn’t yet considered the logistics.
There were many dastardly villains squatting in the various castles and keeps of the realm, and none of them were willing to go on a pilgrimage to a dinky shack in the starting zone. If the Hero of Destiny’s butt was going to be squashing any high-level faces, it had to hike its fat cheeks to them first. Unfortunately for Isabelle and her party, one of the first places the butt needed to navigate was the hot, sticky, muddy moss-pit of a zone called…
1: Gloomire Swamp
“It’s so… humid…”
Maggi the Mage and
The Hero's Seat - Tales from Squish Land by SquishStories, literature
Literature
The Hero's Seat - Tales from Squish Land
SPLAT.
“By the Goddess, that poor gnome!“ The Sage cried.
SQUELCH.
“Awesome, that goblin just got mulched!” The Mage howled.
SQUISH.
“My goodness, you're a hungry lass!” The Food Merchant gasped.
SMOOSH.
Some thought the Hero of Destiny had the toughest job in the world. As it turned out, her two party members had it harder.
Maggi The Mage and Senna The Sage had been trying to drag Isabelle from her comfy wooden chair in the tutorial area for what felt like ages. While they had been slaying level 2 goblins and kobolds in the forest, she had plopped her fat hero ass on the seat nearest the food merchant and gone to town on bottomless mana buns at the price of one copper a pop.
Isabelle looked like a hero… at first glance. She had the face of a protagonist: blushy, round cheeks with freckles so tastefully arranged they looked like they were penciled in by an artist, her innocent smile gushing with warmth and charisma, her deep blue eyes brimming with adventurous zest, her