*Tummy Rumbling Noises* (End)

(Originally by cheese111)

"A round for everyone, on the house!" Annabelle, the owner of the saloon, hollered out to a chorus of loud cheers.

"To Georgia, for finally ridding us of that no-fun sheriff Texas!" Many a glass was raised and the **** mare gladly joined them. She needed a drink to settle her stomach after swallowing those two scrawny pests. It rumbled and roiled loudly, working away at the mare's substantial latest meal.

Inside that big gut the wolf and the weasel struggled to keep together. They'd been fused together into a singular puddle of squashed goop, but that was far from their biggest concern. From the fringes of their being they could feel themselves merging with Georgia's foul stomach juices too. It became increasingly difficult to tell where they ended and the stomach started. All they could do was whine uselessly as they fought to keep some level of consciousness. Finally everything turned black.

Three beers later the massive mare clutched her belly. "Ah got some business 't tend to..." She announced. Annabelle immediately directed her to the outhouse, the mare quickly making her way there.

The outhouse was basic, Georgia barely fitting in and making the simple wooden seat creak. Below was a deep pit, half-filled already. The mare sat down and grit her teeth. "Alright Tex, ye get 't be a pain in ma rear one last time." She grumbled to herself as she began to push. Her unwashed rear widened and the first of many thick horse apples plopped out. It took a considerable amount of time for the mare to finish, her big gut rumbling with satisfaction and a refreshed hunger. Georgia pulled her pants back up and looked at her handiwork. Amidst the pungent heap she could barely identify some tufts of grey and brown fur. With a satisfied smirk she patted her belly, pleased to see it deliver such fine work.

Samantha's time travel device remained lost and her story was nearly forgotten, save for a few embarrassing details that were recorded before her suit went haywire. She served as a cautionary tale for all time travelers to keep a safe distance with the locals of their time periods. Who knows what acts of gluttonous barbarism they were into back then?

Texas' legacy as the sheriff of Gold Springs was swiftly erased when the mayor assigned Georgia to be the new sheriff. Every ounce of justice and honesty was removed in favor of the violent mare's preferred method of lawgiving: bribes and corruption. She used her power to punish whoever she saw fit, keeping an iron grip on the town. Any out-of-towner coming to visit quickly learned to supplement their monetary bribe with food, lest the mare decide to relive that glorious moment that propelled her into this position one more time.