Accept the Duel and take her down (End)

Texas never liked to back down from a challenge. “Ya want a duel? Ya obviously don’t know who ah am, but ah’ll be happy to show ya,” Texas replied. She lowered her weapon, sliding it back down to its holster. Looking up at a clock face on the bank, it was actually only a minute until the hour. “And what perfect timing,” Texas remarked. She walked away from the bank and onto the main street, keeping her distance from Copperbutt.

“Don’t matter who ya are, as ah ain’t ever lost a duel to no lawgirl,” Copperbutt replied. She still had a smirk on her face as she reached down and adjusted her jacket, showing off the two guns on her hips. “An’ ah ain’t about to start losing now,” she added. The pegasus took a wide stance, both hands spread outwards as she snorted.

Texas took up her position, one hand hovering by her holster in a familiar pose. She’d duelled countless villains and always came out on top. She lowered the brim of her hat, narrowing her eyes as she stared over at Copperbutt. The huge mare stared back, clutching her fingers to her palms for a moment before unfolding them again. A genre savvy tumbleweed chose the moment to whisk across the street, bouncing from one side to the other as the two girls stared down.

*DING… DING… DING.* The heavy reverberating thud of a massive clock sounded off, a hammer striking against a bell as the sound echoed across the street. As soon as it reached the sixth mighty *DING* the pair of them moved at the same time. Quick as a flash Texas drew her revolver and fired with a *BANG*. The bullet soared through the air and struck Copperbutt’s weapon before it could lift, sending it careening out of her hand. *BANG* Texas’s weapon then followed suit, the weasel’s growing grin suddenly becoming a gasp of horror as she looked over to see Copperbutt’s other revolver in her other hand. The mare was ambidextrous!

“Pretty fast, but not fast enough, huh, Sheriff?” Copperbutt said with a grin, levelling her weapon at the shocked weasel. Texas looked at her fallen weapon, weighing up going for it again. *BANG* Another gunshot and the dust kicked up beside her weapon, drawing Texas’s attention back towards Copperbutt, and the massive smirk on her face.

“Ya dirty varmint! Ya can’t use two guns!” Texas called back, and Copperbutt laughed as a response.

“Can’t ah? Ah think ah just did!” the pegasus replied. She walked forwards, ignoring her own discarded other six-shooter for a moment as she walked towards Texas, not risking taking her eyes off her. “And as a result, ya lost. And that means ah get to choose what to do with ya~” Copperbutt said with a wink which Texas very much did not like.

“H-hey, we didn’t agree to those terms,” Texas protested, but she could see the gun in her face, and there really wasn’t much she could do. She could tell that Copperbutt would have no qualms with painting the town red, or at least the ground.

“On your knees,” Copperbutt instructed. Texas looked like she was about to reply when Copperbutt pulled back the hammer. The weasel sighed as she lowered down to a kneel, dropping to her knees before the pegasus. Copperbutt then turned around. Her colossal cheeks jiggled as they wobbled into Texas’s vision, the chaps leaving her ass exposed and very visible to the Sheriff.

Texas gagged on the odour wafting from those cheeks, the thick stench making her nostrils itch as she choked on the scent of ass. One that only got worse as a *PRRBRRT* pounded from that jiggling rump and blasted the weasel in the face with the stench of cheap beer, rotten chilli, and other nastiness. “You ruin me and mah deputy will never let you escape!” Texas tried to threaten, though her words definitely rang empty.

Copperbutt just rolled her eyes, not even bothering with her gun now as she reached back and planted a hand on the back of Texas’s head. The weasel was rammed straight into the stinking depths of Copperbutt’s ass with a *SSSPPLLAATTT* Any complaints were muffled by the bubble butt clapping around her features. “Ahhh, that’s better,” the pegasus snorted, before she spread her wings. “And now for some fun.” She jumped upwards and flapped her mighty wings. Despite her plus sized form they actually managed to support her weight and she started to lift upwards.

The Sheriff wiggled about in her backside, shoving with both hands, pushing against the cheeks as she tried to peel them apart. The masses of sweaty blubber were clenched tight and that hand on the back of her head kept her planted and held in, even as she struggled to escape the sweaty crevice she was crammed into. “Mrrppph! MMRRPPHH!” Texas called out, her words muffled and lost to that jiggling backside as she pushed and shoved until her head popped free. There was a moist *Sqlrrchh* as she pushed out from between the cheeks, gasping for clean air, and then felt the sudden pull of gravity.

“Don’t look down, Sheriff,” Copperbutt said with a grin, and Texas of course did. A scream escaped her as she tried to grip around Copperbutt’s backside, but the sweaty cheeks gave no purchase, and a firm boot kick to the face sent her spilling down as Texas started to plummet. She screamed as she tumbled through the air, falling ten feet, and then another ten. And then Copperbutt cut her own flight. Gravity pulled her fat ass straight down in an instant, as she was sent plummeting cheeks first after the tumbling Sheriff.

“AAAIIEEEHHHH!” Texas screamed, pinwheeling her arms, seeing the street below, watching as it rushed closer and closer. She was spun around by a wind gust and her vision was then of Copperbutt’s fat ass coming right at her! Even falling, she couldn’t fall as fast as Copperbutt and with a *SSSPPPLLAATTT* The massive ass impacted into her, slamming into her like a flyswat as she ended up squashed across the ass cheeks, her head deep in the crack, her arms out to the side. Still the fall went on for another ten feet before *TTTTHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOMMM*.

A huge cloud of dust filled the streets of Gold Springs, followed by a gust of green hued gas as a tremendous *PPPHHRRRPPPRRRAABBBRBRRAAPPPTTTT* followed seconds later, an explosion of gas that echoed across town as it blasted upwards with enough **** to create a mushroom cloud in the sky, a screaming weasel face seeming to appear in the stinking cloud before it was eroded by the rush of wind. As the dust settled, Copperbutt was left sat in the street, or rather her ass cheeks were buried in the street, the two massive buttocks dug into the ground up to the top of her hips.

“Phew, really stuck the landing there, Sheriff!” Copperbutt declared as she started to push at the ground, pressing with both hands and flapping her wings until *POP* her ass pushed free and she lifted upwards. A massive crater shaped like two cheeks was left crushed into the ground, but as Copperbutt peered into it she blinked to see no sign of the Sheriff. “Wait, where’d she go?!” she yelped, looking left and right, and then hearing a muffled whimpering from behind her. A smirk crossed her face as she walked over to a trough of water that had been set out for horses. She turned her ass to face it and burst out laughing at what she saw.

Sheriff Texas had been completely flattened, the sheer **** of Copperbutt’s crushing cheeks combined with gravity had crushed her so completely in fact she’d been flattened at a molecular level. She wasn’t simply squashed across Copperbutt’s ass, she was squashed into it, her form atomically bonded to the fat, sweaty copper cheeks of the fat assed bandits. When Copperbutt’s butt jiggled, so too did Texas. “Hahahaha! Well ah’ll be, Sheriff! Looks like ye decided to become one with mah fat ass! Ah couldn’t remove you if ah tried!” Copperbutt declared, testing running a thumb across her butt and finding not a single raised point as Texas was permanently pressed there.

Copperbutt smirked as she put away her gun, then walked over to collect her second. When she bent over, her raised ass was displayed to anyone watching from the windows of nearby buildings. They’d all see the sight of Sheriff Texas, flattened with her face buried in that ass. Her head was spread across both cheeks, with the centre of her face perfectly aligned with the depths of Copperbutt’s crack. Her flattened arms were wrapped around the cheeks as if in a hug and her crushed legs went down the inside of Copperbutt’s thighs as she was perfectly adhered to that rump, stuck to it in a very permanent way. She couldn’t even twitch, only a muffled whimper capable of escaping her before a *PPPRRBBRRAATTT* pounded out through her flattened head, saturating her crushed form in even more green hued stench as Copperbutt laughed again. “Well done, Sheriff! Looks like yah managed to make a real ass of yerself! Goaded into a duel and then losing it so badly, what will everyone think!” Copperbutt declared with another laugh as she walked back to the bank, shaking her fat, Texas clad ass to the world as she did so.

“So that’s really her?” the voice of an excitable black cat asked, before she reached out and brushed her hand against Copperbutt’s ass. The huge wobbling mass of butt cheek shook and trembled at her touch, jiggling at the slightest of prodding. “You know that’s THE Sheriff Texas Stanton stuck on your backside, right? The legendary duellist? Defender of Justice in the wild frontier?”

Copperbutt shrugged emphatically. “She weren’t that legendary. Ah beat her in a duel an’ squashed her. Simple as,” Copperbutt replied. “She’s been cladding mah ass for a few months now, and she will be till the day someone does me in most likely.”

The black cat shook her head in disbelief. “You just… beat her in a duel and flattened her? How? You’ve gotta tell me the story! Then I’ll write it and let everybody know?”

A laugh came from the pegasus, making the black cat’s ears lower. “Who’s going to care about some loser weasel? She was cocky enough to accept a duel even though she had me dead to rights. Then she failed. Classic pride or whatever,” Copperbutt said with a snort. “Now she’s a conversation piece. Bound so tight to mah ass she don’t even muffle gas!” To make her point Copperbutt turned her ass to the side and *BBBRRRWWOORRAPPTT* pounded out a fart through her Texas tattoo. A muffled whimpering **** accompanied the bubbling cloud of green stick.

“I-I’ll pay you for the story,” the black cat suggested.

“Done!” Copperbutt replied instantly. “Okay then Tabitha. Ask me all ya want,” she said, giving the black cat her full attention. The tale of Texas the Tattoo would spread far and wide as everyone would know how the talented gunslinger took a bet, she thought sure-fire, and ended up cladding the vilest rump in the West...