"Texas... Thanks For Everything, But... I Can't Go On. Not After That..."

(Originally Zucca Xerfantes)

"What the hell are you saying....?" Texas asked her, frowning with concern.

"Sh-She said I was the best... a-and.... I was actually useful... and I got it done... r-really well... and it was so warm and slippery in there..." Samantha whispered.

Texas bit her lip. She wished she could say it was crazy talk, but she had felt the same urges too. But she'd built up a resistance to those feelings due to all the incidents involving her getting smooshed.

"You're sure you want to do this? I'll back you up either way, sugar..." Texas swore.

The wolfess smiled weakly, leaning in to kiss Texas' cheek. "You gave me your best shot, sheriff... thanks for that. I'll never forget you."

Texas touched her cheek, face red as she watched the time traveler return to the saloon.

Samantha went back into the bar, dropping her time suit outside, letting the shiny blue garment get carried away by the wind. She stood in front of Georgia, who raised an eyebrow.

"Lose somethin', assfloss? Excepting you dignity?" The mare chuckled.

"Y-Y-You said you'd take me back in a heartbeat... y-yes...?" The wolfess whimpered.

A wide, cruel grin creased Georgia's flabby face. "I did mention that, didn't I?"

"Th-That I'm the best you've ever had...?" The wolfess whispered.

"Damn straight, Buttfloss. I'mma just call you that from now on."

Samantha smiled weakly.

Her psyche was shattered and her will completely broken. She knew the T.E.A. counselor would say she's got Stockholm syndrome to the worst degree... but she was past caring.

"W-W-Will you t-take me back...?"

The bar's chatter halted as they listened in.

Anna chuckled. "Oh, now this is precious..."

Georgia smirked, kneeling and scratched under Samantha's chin. "Good Buttfloss! You know your place! Nothin' sexier than an officer of the law that turns a new leaf, eh Annabelle?"

"And how, deputy." Anna giggled.

Samantha laid on the floor, managing a timid smile up at the one who now dominated her every thought.

"W-Well come on... your crack won't clean itself, will it?" Buttfloss murmured.

Georgia grinned proudly. "Right you are." She dropped her pants, then slammed into Samantha, squashing her flat, repeating the process of feeding her through the sausage press (Annabelle decided she'd be cleaning the hell out of it afterwards though) and soon returned Samantha to a long, ropey figure, then looped her under her leg. "Ready, Buttfloss?"

"Mmm-hrmmm...!" Buttfloss eagerly replied, then allowed herself to give up everything, moaning as she sunk up into those beautiful, sweat-drenched, gooey thighs and asscrack, feeling herself pulled back and forth, cleaning her owner where the sun don't shine...

''In the year 30XX...''

"As you can see, class, Samantha Simmons' first failure back in prehistoric times marked her with a streak of misfortune that followed her all the way to her end as a time traveler." The wide-bootied weasel professor explained. "My ancestor did everything in her power to talk her out of it, but when the psyche is broken, without help from a T.E.A. counselor, poor Samantha's whole universe had become that deputy's buttcrack. Georgia kept using her and even washed her so she could reuse her, forever."

The weasel closed the holographic slideshow. "So remember students... don't make the same mistakes Agent Simmons did, or you too may wind up becoming arsefloss for life!"

One of the students shrugged. "Well, at least she was happy being buttfloss, right?"

Professor Stanton shrugged. "I do give you that... We should all be so lucky.