[End] Throw the dynamite

With lightning fast reflexes, Texas lunged forwards, grabbing the stick of dynamite and prying it from Scratch's hand. The fuse was short by the time the weasel managed to open the hyena's grip, but there was still enough time for Texas to fling it out of the pit, and out of sight. Scratch irritably reached for another stick, but a quick shot into the dirt next to her ear had her flinching and shrinking down a little.

"Put 'em where ah can see 'em." Texas ordered, her gun aimed at Scratch's head now, to show she was done messing around with the hyena. With a growl, Scratch raised her hands as a show of submission, her face twisted into an angry scowl. By comparison, Texas was currently wearing a smug grin; neither hyena was individually easy, but together they were a nightmare. Taking one down early like this made the other significantly easier to fight. "Alright, roll over and put 'em behind yer back, I-."

Exactly what Texas planned to do was lost, however, for that stray stick of dynamite that she had hurriedly hurled had come to rest near a big pile of rocks. Upon going off, it had flung the rocks every which way, one even going almost straight up. Almost in that its trajectory carried it right over the trench, and more specifically, right over Texas. The sheriff was mid way through her victory speech when it decided to rudely interrupt her.

SPLAT! Scratch scrambled back with a start as the sizable rock slammed down on Texas, the weasel vanishing beneath it as it pressed her into the ground, where it embedded itself from its own weight and trajectory. "Texas?" Scratch blinked, entirely dumbfounded by what had just happened, and not entirely sure she believed it, she ambled to her feet, squatting down to grip the underside of the rock. With a strain, and a heave, she tipped the rock over, the fact this took her some effort highlighting how heavy the stone was.

Looking into the imprint the rock had left, Scratch burst into hysterics. Looking up at her was the flattened face of Sheriff Stanton, eyes swirling and mouth a dazed 'sideways-S' shape. Tears literally fell from Scratch's eyes as she whooped with laughter, managing to control herself just long enough to call to Sniff. "Hey! Hey, Sniff! Come see this!"

Texas came to her senses just in time to see Scratch and Sniff looking down at her, the pair cackling wildly as they enjoyed the view of their nemesis defeated. "The mighty Texas Stanton, the most fearsome outlaw in all of Gold Springs, brought down by a rock." The pair renewed their laughter at this, Sniff even falling to her back and starting to roll around. "Hey! Hey Sniff, watch this!" Bending down, Scratch peeled Texas' hat and badge from the pancake that was Texas, and placed them onto the rock that had flattened the weasel. "There's a new sheriff in town."

"And hey, look..." Sniff grabbed a handful of stones, throwing them at the new sheriff. "This one is rock proof." The pair burst into laughter once more. "I can't believe it. Texas Stanton... Beaten by a rock!" It would be a good hour before the hyenas had laughed this off, an hour that Texas should savour, for it was the last hour of her life that wouldn't be spent serving these filthy outlaws.

As the laughter ended however, Sniff grabbed a stick, poking at Texas' squished remains. "How deep is she?" She asked.

"I don't know." Scratch hummed. "I haven't actually pulled her out yet." The hyena bent down to do so, though hesitated as her hands drew close, her lips spreading into a cruel grin. "Come to think of it, there are far more fun ways to check." Straightening back up, the hyena raised her foot, letting Texas stare at the filthy, sweaty underside, before taking a large stride forward, and planting her foot right into the centre of Texas' face.

With a muffled yelp, Texas' face squished inwards as it was stomped on. Scratch's foot sank about an inch before it hit the compacted dirt beneath, the sheriff's face oozing between her toes and rising a little around the foot as it was displaced. "About that deep." Scratch shrugged, not really good with numbers or measurements unless they were to do with demolition equipment.

"Wow. That's way too deep, wouldn't you agree?" Sniff asked. "We should help change that."

"I agree." Scratch smirked, before starting to jump up and down, slamming both of her feet down with every landing. "One weasel wrap coming right up!"

"Oh! Weasel wrap! That's a good one. Oh! What about... Pavement Paper? Or, Mashed Mustelid?" As Sniff pondered all the alliterative terms for a squashed sheriff, Scratch stomped and hopped around, grinding her dusty, unwashed, sweat-soaked soles all over Texas' flattened remains. And when Sniff ran out of ideas, the pair swapped, Sniff taking her turn stomping and flattening Texas as Scratch called out all the names she could think of. Despite how stupid the pair typically were, they were surprisingly good at this game, and this **** would last long into the evening.

As the pair thought of names, they made sure to pace around, grinding their feet into the dirt and dust to make them nice and filthy, so that when they swapped out, Texas was always getting a new pair of putrid and dirty feet to endure. Her form was as flat as could be long before the pair finished, but the outlaws were having way too much fun to stop now.

By the time they did stop, the sun was setting in the distance, the hyena's exhausted from all the pacing, jumping, grinding, and stomping they had been doing. This was more of a workout than they had ever done before. "What shall we do with her?" Sniff asked, poking at the weasel disk, which was now entirely missing a third dimension. "We can't just leave her here."

"Right you are. Scoot over." Scratch stated, pushing Sniff aside as she positioned her ass over the flattened Sheriff's face. With no warning, the hyena jumped, though this time she tucked her legs in, cannon-balling down onto Texas' face in a mighty butt slam that shook the ground and added to the impression the rock had made. After grinding her putrid, sweating ass crack over Texas' nose a few times, the hyena hiked a leg, tensing up, and letting out a low, brassy fart that engulfed the weasel's flattened features.

Texas gagged and choked on the noxious fumes, the pair clearly having chilli the night before given the heat and stench of the miasma the hyena unleashed. Tears streamed from Texas' stinging eyes, though she remained collected enough to feel as Scratch started to grip the rim of her disk-like shape, and fold them around those thick, meaty hyena thighs. It wasn't obvious what Scratch was doing at first, but it soon would be.

"Tada!" Scratch stood, showing off her new weasel hued thong. "One pair of weasel wedgie underwear." And what a wedgie it was, Texas' face entirely smushed between Scratch's fat, sweaty, wobbling cheeks.

"They look so good!" Sniff whooped excitedly. "And what better way to greet the new sheriff than showing him the fate of the old one?" This was an idea Scratch liked, and the weasel wearing outlaw strode over to the new stoney sheriff, turning her back to him, and starting to rub her but against it.

The rock was just the right shape to part Scratch's cheeks, scrunching Texas' face deeper and deeper into the hyena's crack, until the part of her that had previously been her head was entirely enveloped in rancid hyena ass. Scratch didn't stop here however, grinding for a solid hour to make sure Texas was nice and lodged into her cheeks, occasionally cocking her leg to rip a hot, putrid fart over the weasel's face.

But this? This was just the beginning. Over the coming weeks Scratch and Sniff would use Texas as a thong in everything they did. Working the forge, demolishing buildings, pulling heists, working on their machines. All day they'd work under the sweltering sun of Gold Springs, their asses sweating bucket loads by the hour. And every night became chilli night, the pair working up quite an appetite during the day, so gorging themselves on the evening, which lead to a gas filled night for Texas.

Any time Texas became worn or stretched beyond use, the pair would take a day to ball her up, toss her on the ground, and stamp her flat once more, before reshaping her into a new pair of panties. This was normally when ownership changed too, the hyenas refusing to remove Texas until she was physically unwearable, only sharing when such a time came. Knowing the other would use any excuse to swipe her however, the hyena's never washed Texas, leaving her to grow more and more fouled as the days dragged on.

Days turned to weeks, weeks to months. Texas' only connection to the outside world became the newspapers the hyena's read when on the toilet. Georgia promoted to Sheriff, April blamed for Tex's disappearance, and subsequently arrested, the increase in crime statistics... None of the news was good, and it soon became too disheartening for Texas to read. Fortunately, there was plenty to keep her distracted whilst in the outhouse, like the absolutely rank smell.

~End~