Texas needed to be sure she could stop Roxxie, and this was the surest way. The weasel cursed under her breath, but this was a dirty job sometimes. Slinging the rifle over her back, the weasel continued to sneak forwards until she was at the base of Butterscotch's back legs, then leapt up and grabbed some handfuls of stinking fur, beginning to climb.
Unfortunately for Texas, though Butterscotch's hide was tough, the horse instantly felt something climbing up her butt and glanced back in confusion, glaring as she saw the weasel. Texas froze and gulped as her eyes met the horse's, and she slowly shook her head, begging her not to. The massive horse just sniggered, then SLAMMED her colossal ass down right on top of Texas, crushing her flatter than paper in an instant. Roxxie, who had been focused on the robbery, blinked in surprise and glanced back, smirking as she saw Texas's hand sticking out from beneath her massive mare's derriere.
"Nicely catch, Butterscotch. Why don't you keep the sheriff busy while I finish up here." She said, and the horse whinned in joy, before blasting out a foul fart, causing the weasel to squeal and whimper and sending sand flying. As Roxxie dismounted and got the shocked stagecoach crew moving, Butterscotch continued to grind the stupid sheriff flat and gas her senseless, the sand around her butt soon becoming drenched with horse sweat and filth.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity to the sheriff, Roxxie placed the gold-loaded saddlebags on her horse and motioned for her to stand up, grinning at the sight that appeared before her. Texas was flatter than flat after an hour of Butterscotch's treatment, her face a delightful picture of horror and humiliation, and her body absolutely reeking of the horse's stench and covered with her sweat. Roxxie snorted with laughter, then grabbed the weasel's flat ponytail and peeled her out of the sweat-drenched sand.
"I can't believe you actually thought that would work, moron. Well, you made a shitty sheriff. Maybe you'll do better in your new job. As my cushion!" The weasel could only whimper in terror as Roxxie scrunched the paper-thin sheriff up and shoved her between her oversized cheeks. The kangaroo grinned triumphantly, then mounted up and rode away, already planning out every way she could torture the sheriff for the rest of her life.
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