A deafening roar.
An atrocious scent.
And finally, lift off. The centauress's meaty blast had torn you away from her smelly rear, and sent you skyward.
An eerie peace rippled through your very being, as if you were in a meditative state...one induced by horse farts. Your reeking body gracefully soared through the air, and landed...somewhere. Honestly, you couldn't really tell, between the shock brought on by the explosive equine butt and a general frazzled mind from your unwilling and sudden induction into the ranks of human cannonballs, you hadn't exactly had time to scout out your landing spot. You struggle to stand and try and get your bearings, but collapse onto your back, the wind knocked out of you.
Okay. Small steps.
As you stare up at the lights of the gymnasium, impossibly far away. As your body adjusts to both the flight and the sudden stop, you notice a few things about your surroundings.
Firstly, it was rather soft, like a cushion of some kind. This was probably the main reason why you were still conscious. Secondly, it appeared to be somewhat high off the ground, slightly higher than waist level for the majority of the students. This couldn't be... no, no, think positive. you shook your head, having an unfortunate inkling about where you were. Finally, and worst of all, there was a faint musky scent, the source of which appeared to be the very ground you were lying on. This was the nail in the coffin for you. Or, cushion. Because that's where you were. You were on a giant cushion. But not just any cushion. You were on the cushion...of an exercise bike.
Stay calm. You can't just jump off, even with the enchantment on the school protecting students from harm, you'd still probably end up in the nurse's office for a month.
Your inner voice was much more rational than you gave it credit for. But you had to do something, you couldn't just sit here until somebody else decided to sit there. Okay, options.
Jump.
Not an option.
Wait?
Better option.
Or...slide down? If you were careful you could make your way down the frame of the machine, without injury. Okay, without too much injury. But then you'd be on the floor, and that was arguably much worse than being where you were. While the floor may not be as smelly, and you were at a lower risk of being sat upon, it was also much harder to be noticed.
This was tricky. You sat up, and began to weigh up the pros and cons, slowly beginning to measure the distance from your current perch to the floor. How thick was that carpet down there? Thick enough to take the fall if you slipped from halfway? You'd just have to hope so, although your luck clearly wasn't your strong suit, with the still lingering centaur girl gas reminding you of that fact.
But right as you made up your mind, something ripped you away from your incredible plan of trying to free-climb down the equivalent of a several storey building.
Thump
Thump
Thump
Footsteps. And using your incredible powers of deduction, you could tell they didn't belong to the quadrupedal equidae who had gotten you into this situation to begin with. But who was coming your way? And would they notice you? Actually, a better question was if they noticed you, would they help you?
Feathered Friend?
The footsteps, or in this case, talon-steps, belonged to the queen of the roost herself. Tiff probably wouldn't intentionally prank you, but she was also one of the least likely to notice you. And given her forgetful nature, and windy rump, you may be in for a whole new kind of oblivious torture at the hands of the beautiful bimbo's bum.
Trickster's Toots:
The footsteps were accompanied by the swishing of tails...plural. Assuming she spotted you. the five-tailed fox woman would probably help you, unless she was feeling mischievous. Or simply bored. Or gassy in any way. If any of those were the case, you could expect a rather malodourous time between her cheeky cheeks before she helped you out. And if she didn't see you? Well then there was no telling how long you'd be trapped beneath her tails.
Bovine Booty
Easily the worst possible person to find you. Not only was Mia almost constantly looking out for your tiny form, all but guaranteeing she would spot you, she also had wicked intentions. She wasn't cruel, of course, but she did have a prankster streak greater than Kiara's. And of course, you couldn't forget about what she'd eaten for breakfast, a double helping of her own special burritos. If you were lucky, she'd simply squeeze you between her bountiful breasts, or hide you on another, hopefully kinder classmate. But you were never really lucky, were you?
[Author Note: This was originally going to be a single chapter containing both bike and monster meeting, but that was shaping up to be quite long, and I wanted to give more freedom as to who you encountered. As such, the pacing may be slightly weird, sorry!]
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