"I Won't Put Up With This! Georgia Seemed Nice. She Can Help Me Find It!"

(Originally by Zucca Xerfantes)

Texas huffed. "Is everyone in the future as easily butthurt, or is it just you?" The weasel snorted.

Samantha felt a pang. She had lost a lot of friends after the prehistoric debacle and she had felt a kinship with the Sheriff. Or at least the beginnings of the sparks of friendship.

The words snapped the last bit of that strand...

Samantha sniffled, wiping her eye. "Maybe we're more sensitive... But it's not because we're weak." She said, turning away from Texas, who paused, reaching after the time traveler a moment before grimacing, turning away herself and stomping back to the office.

She sat at the bar next to Georgia, who chuckled. "Breakups are always messy. Did she hit ya'?"

"As a matter of fact, she did." Samantha sighed.

Georgia gestured to Annabelle. "This girl just pissed off Texas. I'd say that's earned her a shot of whiskey, mm?"

Anna poured a double shot and slid it to Samantha, who stared at it a moment.

Georgia chuckled. "You'll wanna be careful with a big shot like-"

Samantha gulped the whole thing down, licking her chops.

"... -that. Damn..." Georgia was, in spite of herself, impressed.

She reached over, hand stroking up and down Samantha's back, daring so far down as to caress her impressive rump... "You've got some spunk, cutie. I'll give ya' that. And anyone who rebuffs that stick in the mud of a sheriff is a winner in my book."

Samantha sniffled, looking up at the mare, even leaning a bit into the stroking. "Really...?"

"Sure thing! You're a real gem. And a time traveler too, eh?" Georgia chuffed.

Samantha opened her mouth to object, but slumped against the bar. "Uh huh... guess there's no undoing the damage now. Might as well turn in my T.E.A. badge..."

Georgia smacked Samantha's ass, the glossy blue material jiggling around it. "EEP!"

"Now that ain't no kinda talk for a girl with fire in her belly. Let's get that time machine of yours back from Molly and see if we can't fix things up, eh? That backbiting sheriff of ours doesn't deserve you." The fat mare snorted.

"You think so...?" Samantha whispered, biting her lip. Texas had offered, without even knowing her, to help her find her time machine.

But then she got mean...

Samantha bit her lip. "You're about my only friend in all of creation now, Georgia."

The mare finished her beer. "Then listen to your friend. Let's go find Molly."