"Yes! I quit! I give up!" A slap against Rarity's thigh accompanied his verbal submission, but the squeezing continued, and even intensified. Snatches of air whistled down his throat, and his barrel tried to expand, but the rock-hard thighs gripping his torso kept his diagram contracted. He writhed in her grasp—a most thrilling sensation—and his hoof repeatedly slapped at her hind leg, begging for freedom.