[End] Texas fails to overpower Sniff

Taking the head of the hammer in both hands, Texas pushed with all her might, trying to shift the hammer from her. Alas, from this position, and against such a physically dominant opponent, the weasel stood no chance. In fact, simply to mock her opponent, Sniff removed one hand from her weapon, using a single hand to hold it in place, flexing her strength by overpowering the sheriff with half the amount of hands.

Lying on her back, Texas had a perfect view of the wrecking ball as it swung into position, blocking out the sun as it loomed towards her. As it approached, Sniff started to give a slow, menacing whistle, giving a terribly off-key rendition of 'pop goes the weasel' save that any time she hit the word 'pop' she instead blew an obnoxiously loud raspberry, clearly trying to simulate a splat sound.

"Yer whistlin' is worse than the wrecking ball." Texas growled, refusing to give up, or give Sniff the satisfaction of her begging.

"My whistling is fine." Sniff chuckled. "What's off is my splat sound." Bringing her foot up one last time, the hyena gave a firm stomp, knocking Texas senseless, and leaving the weasel's head spinning. "Why don't you show me how it's done? I'll even whistle you in." Gripping the hammer with one hand, Sniff dragged it from the stunned sheriff, whistling her slow, menacing tune as she casually strided free of the danger zone, the wrecking ball coming to a stop right above Texas as she did.

Texas came to her senses just in time to hear the build up to the climax of Sniff's song, the rising notes building to the point that the weasel went pop. As she hit the condemning word however, she fell silent, raising her hand to Scratch to give her the all clear.

The silence was suddenly broken by the sounds of a rattling chain, the wrecking ball starting to descend at an alarming rate. Texas' eyes grew wide, her mouth opening in a scream that would only call out for half a second before that immense ball slammed down on her. She may not have wanted to give Sniff the satisfaction, but her expression in that last second before the ball landed would be all the pleasure the hyena needed. Face twisted in fear, eyes alight with the realisation that this was it, Texas had lost, there were no more chances. Her race was run, and of all the half-wits in Gold Springs to undo her, it was the stupidest duo around that ended her reign as sheriff. It was an expression of more than just fear, but one of complete and utter defeat.

Seven thousand pounds of dimension robbing steel pressed down on Texas, the weasel's scream turning into a loud splat, which duetted with a reverberating thud. The sound echoed out across the plains, and all fell silent once more, until Sniff interrupted the deceptive moment of peace by whistling 'goes the weasel'.

The ball started to lift, Sniff's features twisted into the cruellest, most satisfied grin as she watched the weighty orb rise, revealing an empty crater beneath. For a second, Sniff's face dropped, anger burning in her eyes as she saw no sign of Texas. Had the weasel escaped? No, that was impossible! Looking to the wrecking ball however, Sniff's satisfied grin returned as she saw the tan and brown smear that coated the bottom of the destructive sphere; Texas so squished against the metal that she would have been unrecognisable if not for the crossed eyes and stretched frown that now decorated the ball.

Gripping the edges of Texas' flattened form, Sniff peeled the sheriff away, being uncharacteristically gentle as she removed the weasel. It wasn't that she cared if Texas got hurt, but the weasel was so thin that Sniff worried she may flake and blow away like gold leaf in a stiff breeze, and the hyena had plans for her new sheriff sheet.

Moving over to a jerry-rigged forge the pair used to refine scrap metal, Sniff turned the smeltery on, tossing Texas into it with far less caution than she had used before. A shrill scream emitted from the forge as Texas started to bubble and melt, her eyes the only thing that remained solid, floating on the quickly liquidating matter that once made up her body.

Grabbing a nearby set of tongs, Sniff poked and prodded at Texas, laughing maniacally as she taunted her bested opponent. "Don't worry Texas, Scratch and I figured out that you make a lousy sheriff. After all, you were outsmarted by us. I bet you didn't even work out why we were **** people, did you? Like I said, lousy sheriff, lousy detective, lousy everything really. But don't worry, Scratch and I found something you might actually be good at."

Pouring the liquid law enforcer from the furnace, Sniff filled a mould with Texas' melted remains, leaving the weasel to set into her new form over the next couple of hours. Once she returned, she'd crack the mould open to reveal exactly what it was she'd made: A light brown butt plug, with a pair of eyes on either side.

"She looks about done." Sniff called to Scratch, who rushed over to see. "We should test her out, make sure that she set right. Whose ass should we stuff her in? Georgia's? Lucy's? Roxxie's?"

"Fuck them lot, I want a go with her!" Scratch grunted stupidly, bending over a nearby work bench. "Put her in me! Put her in me!" With a shrug, Sniff scooped up the butt plug, which screamed for mercy as it was angled towards Scratch's exposed ass.

"Here comes the train, heading into the tunnel." Sniff cooed, before both hyenas let out an obnoxious 'Woo-Woo!'. Sniff thrust Texas forwards, Scratch tensing suddenly, and a loud shlorp sound filling the air. "Oh! Erm... Whoops. She wasn't meant to do that." Sniff stammered.

"What? What wasn't she meant to do?" Scratch asked, spinning on the spot to try and look at her own ass, but just ending up looking like a dog chasing its own tail.

"She went in. Like, all the way in. I can't see her at all."

"Oh. Fuck it. She'll come out... Eventually. In fact, let's have the rest of that chilli tonight. Nothing quite clears the old gutty works like a week old spicy meal."

"Great idea!" Sniff cackled. "But just so you know, I'm not raking through the underworks of the outhouse to get her back."

"Neither am I. We'll just consider it her burial and leave it at that."

The pair laughed between themselves, their shrill cackles ringing out across the plains as they headed into the mansion. They'd had a good day.

~End~