"You!" (End.)

"...your disgusting behavior! Verbally attacking one of the finest women I've ever met. Trying to get me to spill her secrets just so you can get dirt on such an upstanding lady! You should be ashamed!" Vivian shouted as she settled back into her unaware and slightly hazy state of mind. "I've half a mind to strip you of your rank right now! Clearly you're incompetent if you think the lovely Miss Gildegarden is anything other than a law abiding citizen just trying to achieve her dreams!"

Goodness GRACIOUS, what in the heck happened here? Vivian didn't even kiss her own ass this much! Clearly this gentle approach wasn't working. Texas would have to push harder!

Fighting through the stink haze, she fired back. "MY disgustin' behavior? Yer the one sittin' here stewin' in that crazy fox's farts! And hell, y'all look, and smell, like ya ain't showered in two weeks! This ain't you, Vivian! She's messin with yer head!"

Vivian's fur bristled. She looked incredibly pissed right now. "That is ENOUGH, Texas! I'm not going to sit here and listen to you lie to me anymore! I never invited you here. I don't know why the guards let you in, but you're trespassing on government property!"

"Gh...h-hey I'm part of the law 'round here too! I ain't-"

"Not anymore! You're fired for gross incompetence! You've been completely wrong on every single thing you've said to me!" Vivian interrupted as she jumped up on the desk. "Case in point, two weeks? Texas, I haven't showered in two months."

Vivian's scowl grew into a sinister smile as she spun around and leapt back, slamming her unwashed ass into Texas' face! The chair careened back with the two, and Vivian ended up flattening the weasel's head against the floor and her greasy, clothed butt! Texas' senses were set ablaze by the last crook she'd ever think would be smothering her in stink! Her muffled protests were broken up by fits of coughing that came after every agonizing breath she was **** to take!

Vivian just sat smugly atop the trapped sheriff, watching her legs flail helplessly as the Lynx ground her noxious smelling buttocks all over Texas' flattened face. "Man, Miss Gildegarden was right! Listening to her really did get me everything I've ever wanted! Enjoy my scent, Texas. You're going to be breathing it in for a loooong time. But first...PEPPERMINT! GET IN HERE!”

The door opened, and Peppermint visibly cringed once she got a whiff of the fart haze in the room. “Ghh...y-yeah boss?”

“I believe I was very clear that former Sheriff Stanton wasn’t allowed to just galavant around the place. And that it was YOUR job to make sure she didn’t!” Vivian yelled at the skunk. “However, in light of current events...I’m in a good mood. I’d like you to prepare my new footstool. Take as much time as you need.”

As Vivian stood up off of Texas, Peppermint looked down at her. Well, guess the old Vivian wasn’t coming back...oh well! Peppermint reached down and peeled Texas off of Vivian’s sweaty ass. Texas was about to yell, but her body was quickly dropped to the floor, and Peppermint slammed her skunk butt right down on Texas!

“I’d say it was nice knowin’ ya, Tex! Buuut you know I’d be lyin’ if I did.” Peppermint called down to the now flat weasel underneath her ass. And of course, she started grinding that ass in, really making sure that Texas was nothing more than a sheet of weasel. Then...came the gas. Texas was already far too familiar with skunk farts, but that didn’t do much to save her from the onslaught of stink that came her way! Blast after blast of gas swamped Tex’s sense of smell with the stink of skunk spray, hot garbage, and sulfur. And those stinking puffs of air just kept coming, damn-near staining her fur yellow!

Texas was seeing stars by minute two of this olfactory ****. But Peppermint just wouldn’t let up. She was drowning in those horrific skunk farts. Each toot brought more smell, more pain, more darkness to the edges of her vision...until it finally went black.

Texas awoke some time later to the sight of...the underside of a desk? That was confusing enough on its own, but then she realized that she couldn’t move! She was still flat, and it felt like she was covering a...cushion? Oh...wait! Footstool...

Texas heard a cackle from Vivian, who was seated in her chair once more. “Morning, Texas! Welcome to your new job. Helping me rest my tired, aching feet!”

Vivian was quick to kick off her shoes and show Texas that her ass wasn’t the only thing that had gone unwashed! Texas’ eyes burned as she was **** to breathe in the sweaty stench of Vivian’s feet. Oh man, did they stink! Said rancid paws were then rested atop Texas’ face, ensuring that she would be breathing nothing but the corrupt mayor’s foot stench. Seconds dragged on, minutes were excruciating, and hours seemed impossible to track. Time ceased to have meaning, as every hour was just met with more grueling paw odor. Vivian seemed content to just remain in this room, taking meals in here, sleeping in her plush chair, fingering herself to the thought of Texas suffering beneath her soles...Texas’ torment never ended. Before long, Vivian’s smelly feet were all she knew. All she could think about. All she could smell. Occasionally, she would hear a fancy female voice that seemed familiar...but it hardly mattered. The only thing that mattered was Vivian’s feet. She was a footstool.

Just a footstool.