"...Toilet Paper." (End)

(Originally by DanceDanceImmolation)

A chill ran down Texas's flattened spine when she heard those words. Jacks didn't need to waste another breath telling her goons what to do, they were as ready for this as they could be. Both rabbits held tight to Texas's sheet like body and started walking backwards. Texas's malleable, squashed self started to stretch like a piece of taffy, slowly but surely, and straightening out as it did. They kept pulling, getting further and further apart as Texas's paper thin body was pulled to its absolute limits. They stopped when Texas was only about six inches across and fifty feet long. Smiling Jacks strode up to one end of the sheriff and placed a wooden dowel on top of her, and her goon started to roll her up onto it, walking towards her opposite partner until they met back up and Texas was fully wound around the rod, just like a perfect little roll of weasel TP.

Smiling Jacks grabbed the roll of Texas and gave her girls a wink, "Y'all round up the rest of the gang, I'm gonna take first wipes."

She hummed to herself as she sauntered into the nearest outhouse, one that had gotten quite a bit of use from the stench. She placed Texas on the TP holder and rubbed her stomach.

"Hope you're ready for some second hand Carrot con Carne, lawgirl." She sneered.

To drive the point home, Jacks's bowels roared and the rabbit grunted to **** out a horrendous storm of reeking shit from her little tailhole. Texas, even in her flattened and rolled out state, could hear and regrettably smell everything that was going on, and it all served to worsen her fear. But fear or no fear, nothing could stop Jacks from grabbing ahold of one end of Texas and stuffing it down into the steaming shithole to wipe her sloppy crack. She wiped up and down, really scrubbing it clean, before letting the still attached piece of Texas flop down into the shitty muck below. Then she grabbed Texas further along the roll, wiping with the next portion of her without ripping her apart. She **** out some more wet shits onto Texas below, then gave one last, good, hard flossing of her nasty crack with the weasel before standing up.

Waiting right outside for her was a line of her goons, some of them clutching their stomachs in pain and others already venting some nasty gas,

"Alright ladies, no shovin! There's enough weasel for the lot of ya!~"