"I Need A Personal Masseuse!"

(Originally by DanceDanceImmolation)

"Well I'm going on a nice, long carriage ride to the next town over, and my poor behind always gets so horribly sore from the cushions in that carriage. Do you think you could be my seat and massage my hindquarters so they don't get sore?"

Texas was still deep in the spell, "Yes... yes of course... y-your butt..."

"Well now!" Madame was giddy, "Are you sure? It's going to be a very long trip and once I get comfortable I don't think I'll be letting you up."

Texas didn't even say anything, she just nodded with her tongue lolling out like an obedient dog. Madame giggled and took her by the collar, leading her to the stuffy carriage that would be taking the two across the hot, hot desert. Texas laid her head down first, nestling it into the seat with her face pointing straight up. Madame followed, flipping her frilly skirt up so that she could rest her bare, bloomer-clad butt right on Texas's face. She wiggled back and forth a bit, getting comfortable, and let out a hissing fart that reeked of bad cheese. Texas sniffed it down, totally braindead at this point.

The carriage took off, and as the time rolled on the heat of the ride truly started to show itself. Sweat was pouring down Madame's cheeks and every one of her farts only made it muggier beneath her dress. Texas would be in utter hell, if she wasn't totally brainwashed. In fact, she was loving this treatment so much that she couldn't stop herself from burying her nose against Madame's behind and giving it a quick kiss.

Above her, she heard Madame gasp. The rat clearly wasn't expecting such an advance, but how did she feel about it?