The Unexpected Ride (Patreon)

Jake Langley was known around town as the go-to mechanic for anything with an engine, gears, or hydraulics. At 5'0", his compact frame allowed him to crawl into spaces most people couldn't reach, a talent that made him invaluable for certain repairs. Jake's workshop was filled with all sorts of machines, from vintage cars to modern motorbikes. But tonight, his expertise was called upon at the local country bar, "The Bucking Bronco," where a malfunctioning mechanical bull was wreaking havoc on Ladies' Night.

The bar was packed with patrons eager to take advantage of the promotion. The air was thick with the scent of spilled beer and the sound of raucous laughter. The mechanical bull, a hulking piece of machinery with an almost lifelike hide and a menacing glare, stood at the center of the commotion, temporarily sidelined due to a mysterious malfunction.

Jake arrived, toolbox in hand, and was quickly ushered to the bull by a frantic bar manager. "It's the hydraulic system," the manager explained, "the bull won't move properly, and we've got a line of ladies waiting for their turn."

Jake nodded, already formulating a plan. He inspected the bull, running his hands over the saddle and peering into the machinery underneath. "I need to get inside," he said, spotting the problem in a tight spot that only someone of his stature could reach.

With practiced efficiency, Jake wriggled into the bull's undercarriage, his back pressed against the underside of the saddle. The confined space was dark and smelled of grease, but he worked quickly, his fingers deftly adjusting a loose hydraulic hose and securing it with a new clamp. Just as he was finishing up, the bull roared to life.

"Hey! I'm still in here!" Jake shouted, but his voice was drowned out by the loud music and the cheers of the crowd. The bar manager, assuming everything was fixed, had turned the bull back on.

Jake felt the bull jerk as the hydraulic system kicked in, and before he could react, the first rider mounted the saddle. She was a petite woman, maybe 5'3" and around 120 pounds. The bull began to buck gently, but to Jake, the sensation was anything but gentle. Each movement pressed him harder against the machinery, and he struggled to breathe under her weight.

As the evening wore on, the riders grew in size and enthusiasm. The next girl was a bit taller, around 5'7", and weighed closer to 150 pounds. She had a competitive streak, gripping the saddle with determination and bouncing energetically. Jake felt every impact, his body protesting with each jolt. His shouts for help were lost in the din of laughter, music, and the mechanical whir of the bull.

One particularly robust rider, a tall, athletic woman who must have been at least 6'0" and 180 pounds, proved to be Jake's greatest challenge. She clung to the bull with the strength of an experienced rider, her weight pressing down on him relentlessly. He could feel his muscles straining under the pressure, his ribs aching with every bounce.

The worst came when two friends, both around 5'5" and 140 pounds each, decided to ride the bull together. The combined weight and their playful bouncing made Jake feel like he was being crushed. He tried to shift his position, but the tight space and the constant movement made it impossible. His breath came in shallow gasps, and his vision blurred with the effort to stay conscious.

At one point, Jake managed to twist his body, turning around so he was facing up. His relief was short-lived as another rider, oblivious to his presence, settled onto the saddle. She was heavier, maybe 5'8" and 170 pounds, and she seemed determined to stay on as long as possible. Jake's face was now pressed uncomfortably against the underside of the saddle, her weight making it hard to breathe.

The hours dragged on, each rider adding to Jake's torment. His muscles were on fire, his joints felt like they were being ground to dust, and his mind teetered on the edge of exhaustion. The noise of the bar became a distant hum as he focused all his energy on enduring the unrelenting pressure.

Finally, as the night wore on and the bar began to empty, the bull was turned off. Jake lay there, too exhausted to move, every inch of his body screaming in agony. It wasn't until the bar staff began cleaning up that someone noticed the small mechanic trapped beneath the saddle.

"Jake! What the hell happened?" the manager exclaimed, rushing over to help him out. It took two people to carefully extract Jake from the machinery, his limbs stiff and his body bruised. Jake the human seat bull rider becomes a legend in these parts.