"...Break you in!" (Good-Ish End)

Texas grabbed the compact crustacean (I should have used this alliteration in the last chapter) and slipped her under her arm. The stream of curse words and **** threats Pepper spewed out was too much to even say, as Texas ignored all of them and casually whistled as she walked down the road, heading towards the top saloon in town... the Crushed Weasel. The double doors flung open as she entered, all conversation dying down as all the thugs, low life scum, hooligans, mulligans, and criminals turned to face the Sheriff. The brim of her hat hiding her eyes, her unhappy frown turning into a nice, wide smile.

"Annabelle... get me a drink, please. I got some celebratin' to do!"

Looking up at the surprised barkeep, the entire saloon could see a new glint in the Sheriff's eyes. It wasn't anger, or hate... they'd seen it all before. But it was something dark and ominous. Walking forward slowly, Texas tossed her new Scorpion themed seat cushion onto the middle empty stool at the counter. Texas gazed up at the towering Annabelle, and smiled.

"No ill intent, ah promise. I just wanna drink, be merry, and break in this new convict."

The crowd of low lives around her let out a happy cheer, and Annabelle let out a relieved huff. Grabbing a bottle named "Badly Bloated Brew" with a picture of a sick crocodile on the front, she began to pour Texas a glass.

"Finally. A sheriff I can get behind!"

Sliding it across the bar to the waiting Weasel, Texas tossed a few coins onto the wooden counter. Looking down at the still cursing cushion, she let out an annoyed huff.

"Shut it, convict. Anything ya say will be ignored and disregarded by mah ass."

She slammed her wait down onto the stool, flattening the scorpion girl to form around her cheeks. A rush of power and pleasure surged through her body, actually making her a little... moist. Grabbing the glass, she winked at the Cowgirl saloon owner, and downed it without another thought. It immediately hit her stomach like a fireball, causing a massive rise in gas inside of her. Opening her mouth to let out a nice large belch, she leaned back on her surprisingly comfy chair.

"BRR-URRRRP! Ahhhh... that's so relieving! Now ah know why y'all enjoy it so much."

Lifting up one cheek, a muffled scream comes out that is quickly silenced and drowned out by the thickest, wettest fart Texas had ever released. The entire saloon rumbled as she pushed out a nasty, brassy fart right onto her poor helpless prisoner. The screams turned from anger to anguish, and it actually sounded like she was crying before Texas slammed back down and silenced her in cheek meat

"Miss Annabelle... another glass! Ah've got some catchin' up to do!"

--One Day Later--

Leika's little raiding party never stood a chance. Even with the fresh blood the fox girl had gotten during the Pepper fiasco, there weren't enough guns or buns to keep Texas down. The now corrupt sheriff and a posse of the foulest troublemakers in Gold Springs had torn clean through Leika's little invasion ****. The anger that the Fox had shown once the dust settled and she was **** to retreat was felt throughout the town. Without Pepper, Leika's anger only grew... but it wasn't like she could make another move on Gold Springs. Not with that Weasel in power. To soothe her rage, she covered the closest person to her in tar, and threw the burning into the great crack. With no way left to win, Leika returned to the East, to create new schemes and a new gang... this one with blackjack and hookers!

--2 Weeks Later--

Texas sits in her office chair as two builder's put the finishing touches on her wall. Her hat tipped over her eyes, her dusty boots up on the desk... and her fat, sweaty, bare ass engulfing the sobbing Scorpion girl that made up her seat. Needless to say, she had enjoyed the power and pleasure that had come from breaking down a wannabe villain, and as her stomach rumbled again, a SBD that was downright lethal slipped free of her ass. The chair could only let out a pained whimper, causing Texas to let out a little smirk. The builders seemed unphased, as they were already wearing masks due to how thick and ripe the stench from Texas's ass was, and as they hammered the last nails into the wood, they began to leave.

"An jus' where do you think yer goin'?"

The builders shuddered, turning around, and walking over. Pulling down their masks and kneeling, they begin to kiss the dirt caked soles of the Sheriff's boot. Tears in their eyes as they begin to recite between every kiss.

"Thank you for letting us serve you, Sheriff Texas."

"Thank you for letting us serve you, Sheriff Texas."

"Thank you for letting us serve you, Sheriff-"

The End.