April interferes (End)

*CRUNCH!!*

Just as the two were about to collide, something stopped Fang in her tracks. April, determined to get one up on the arrogant assassin, had managed to will herself up to her feet after taking a moment to let her head reshape itself. While Fang was preoccupied by her demonstration of her abilities, she had taken it upon herself to grab the nearest blunt object, that being a discarded plank of wood, and bided her time by as she waited for the most opportune moment to strike. When that opportunity presented itself, she ran in and brought the plank down onto the unsuspecting Panda's head just as she was about to make contact with her partner.

Fang let out a surprised grunt, her body collapsing in a heap in an instant in front of a stunned Texas. April glared down at her **** form, her chest heaving and her body shaking with anger. After being continually talked down to and looked down on by the smug assassin, it feel immensely gratifying to see Fang in such a sorry state.

"Yeah, what now? Not such a weakling now, am I?!" she snarled.

"April, what in the Sam Hill has gotten into you?!" Texas asked as she snatched the board away. "Ya can't just butt into our fight like that! Ya had yer chance, so it was mah turn to have a go at her!"

"Are you kidding me? Texas, are you forgetting who this is? She's an assassin! She literally came here to kill you!" April retorted sharply. Logical as her stance was, Texas was having none of it as she folded her arms.

"It don't matter if she's an assassin, a horse thief, or a pastry chef. When someone calls ya out fer a showdown, ya either answer the call or turn tail. If ya choose to answer the call, than then it's just you and them only. There ain't no honor to be had in winning a duel with the help of a friend. It's one of the unwritten rules of the west, deputy" Texas explained. Her tone carried the weight of a wise woman delivering sage advice to a young pupil, but April was dumbfounded by what she was being told. All this talk of honor and this apparent code of the conduct that she was expected to adhere to, and for what? A fight with some delusional hitman? She began to speak her mind to the sheriff, poopooing the very notion of fair play in regards to dealing with mercenaries, when a giant shadow was casted over the both of them.

The crimefighting duo turning their attention to the source of the shadow, their eyes growing wide as they found themselves staring up at a truly colossal silk-cladded ass that seemed to appear from nowhere. Texas looked down, her heart dropping in her stomach as she saw that Fang was no longer at their feet. She gulped nervously, quickly realizing that the gigantic ass before them was, in fact, Fang making use of her Giant Style Kung Fu to inflate her body from the waist down.

"The only thing I hate more than weaklings," Fang began, her voice laced with venom as she peered over her shoulder to meet their fearful gazes. "is cowardly cheaters!"

"W-wait, Fang! A-Ah didn't mean fer-"

The weasel's **** pleas were quickly silenced as Fang brought her immense backside down upon the two, flattening them in an instant as the impact created a deep, butt shaped crater in the earth. Fang jumped back up to her feet with a grunt, her movements still as graceful as ever despite the bulkiness of her lower half. She looked down at the crater and chuckled darkly at the flattened pair, smirking as she saw the terror frozen on their faces. Her amusement waned for a moment as she considered why she had even taken the job in the first place. She had hoped for an honorable duel between her and the legendary sheriff of Gold Springs, but it had been ruined by the presence of her deputy. With a weary sigh, she reached down and peeled the pair out of the grooves created by her butt, before holding them up to her face.

"So much for a good fight. I suppose there really isn't anyone in the world left that can properly challenge me without cheating..." she said wistfully. Texas tried to speak with her, to plead her for another chance as she hadn't planned on April interfering in their duel, but her flattened state left her unable to move anything other than her eyes.

"Ah well. Time to finish this. I'm still getting paid, after all" she said before bringing the flattened pair to her meaty rear. Texas and April screamed inwardly as they watched her pull her pants open, her naked buttocks exposed to the both of them. Without any fanfare, she dropped them in and let her waistband snap back into place, sealing them in a musky and humid darkness. "I will at least grant you two the honor of receiving one of my favorite techniques" she said as she glanced back at her butt.

With that, Fang took off running. To onlookers, it must've been a truly bizarre sight to see the scrawny panda with disproportionately thick legs and buttocks, bolting down the streets of their town with the speed of a champion sprinter. This went on for several minutes, sweat beginning to pour from the panda's forehead and tracing down her backside. This was, in fact, part of the technique, as the heat within her pants began to rise to comfortable levels. April and Texas were in absolute agony, their flattened forms being drowned in sweat as they were baked the unbearable heat. They could vaguely hear Fang speaking to them from the outside, though her words were inaudible as they were slowly being mulched.

"Are you guys ready? Here it comes!" Fang called. Her long run had her coming up on a nearby ranch, her eyes glinting with mischief as she prepared for the final part of her technique. With practiced skill, she suddenly tucked her legs into her chest, the momentum of her sprint still present as she hovered in the air. It didn't take long for gravity to come into effect, making her descend onto the ground, her butt dragging along the dirt with such **** that the friction caused smoke to arise.

"BURNING SWAMP!!"

Fang yelled out the name of her technique, grinning like a madwoman as her butt continued to drag along the ground, dirt and smoke pluming into the sky behind her the entire way. Her specially designed clothes were able to withstand the intense friction, still holding up despite the growing heat. Her long grind came to a stop once she reached the gates of the ranch, her grind gradually petering out and allowing to stand on her feet as she shrank back down to her petite size. She brushed herself off and sighed as she jumped over the wooden fence her eyes scanning the area for something.

"Pardon me" a voice called out. Fang glanced over to the barn door and raised a brow at the small brown bunny that stared at her with suspicion. The panda estimated she was roughly the same height as this stranger, although the rabbit had her beat when it came thickness, her plump hips pushing her sky blue dress to its limit and her heavy breasts threatening to spill from her corset.

"I don't mean to be rude, but ya'll mind me asking what ya'll doin here on my property?" the bunny inquired softly, her sweet voice carrying an underlying hint of a threat as she glared at Fang

Fang snorted derisively as she walked towards the barn door. The bunny blinked as Fang stopped in front of her with her hand outstretched.

"Do you have a bucket I could use?" she asked, seeming to pay no mind to fact that she had intruded on someone else's property.

"Do ya'll even known who I am?" the bunny asked incredulously. "Does the name Smiling Jacks ring any bells?"

"No, and I don't particularly care. Do you have a bucket or not?" Fang asked with a huff.

The buxom bunny's eye twitched, her temper flaring that the audacity of this strange woman to come into her barnyard uninvited and then ask a favor of her. With an annoyed growl, she put to fingers into her mouth and let out a loud whistle. Moments later, thunderous footsteps began echoing from inside the barn, the ground shaking with each heavy step taken. A wicked smile crossed the Jacks' face as a gigantic cow emerged from within, its eyes immediately honing in on the unfamiliar stranger before her.

"Looks like you've got a new playmate, eh Caramel?" the bunny laughed as she patted the beast's thick thigh. Caramel snorted, mirroring her owner's sadistic smile as she glared down at Fang. The panda glanced up at the towering bovine, meeting her gaze with narrowed eyes with unnatural intensity. Something about the pint sized assassins stare triggered something within Caramel, her animal instincts telling her that there was more that met the eye with this stranger.

"Go" Fang ordered flatly, pointing to the darkness of the barn. Caramel blinked, her grin turning into a confused and uneasy frown. She stomped her heavy hoof down, making the earth shake as she tried to intimidate Fang and reassert her dominance. Fang was unmoved, still glaring at the bovine with unblinking eyes as she jabbed her finger at the barn again.

"Go" She repeated, her voice more stern this time around. Caramel mooed nervously, her eyes flattening against her head as she trotted back into her stable while keeping Fang in her sight. Jacks watch completely gobsmacked. As far as she was aware, no one other than herself could reign in Caramel. Not only that, but this would mark the one of the rare instances where she had seen her prized cow retreat from a threat instead of trampling it flat.

"Bucket please" Fang asked, her now having a hint of annoyance to it. Jacks gulped and nodded, quickly scampering off into the barn and returning with a rusty milk bucket. With her request satisfied, Fang smiled and bowed her head. "Thank you. Now then..."

She sighed and placed the bucket on the ground before slipping out of her pants and draping them over it. Jacks watched in confusion as the strange panda began wringing her pants dry, a thick muddy liquid seeping from the fabric and dripping into the bucket below. It wasn't until the bucket was filled to the brim that Fang was able to stop, her pants now free of the strange goopy substance. After putting her pants back on, she turned her attention back to Smiling Jacks and pointed down at the brown liquid.

"Do whatever you want with them" she said before departing from the barnyard without a word of clarification.

"Them?" Jacks echoed as she looked down into the bucket. She blinked in surprise as she saw two pairs of eyes floating in the muddy brown goop. The outlaw was no stranger to this situation, having reduced much of her competition into a similar state time and time again. It was her ability to recognize the eyes as belonging to Texas and April that really caught her off guard. The combination of heat, pressure, and friction has completely melted the pair, mixing their bodies together into an unsightly goop. She looked over to where the Panda had been, hoping to get some answers as to how a scrawny beanpole of a woman managed to accomplish such a feat, but Fang was no where to be seen, somehow having disappeared from sight in the span of a few seconds.

"Huh. I don't know what that was all about... but I ain't about to look a gift horse in the mouth!" Jacks said, her eyes lighting up with glee as she picked the bucket up and smiled down at the gift she had been left behind. Texas and April looked up at her with terrified eyes. They begged the giddy bunny for mercy, but their merged body only only translate their words into goopy bubbles... not it would've done them any good either way. With a little extra pep in her step, she walked back into the barn and closed it shut.

Jacks muttered bitterly as she stomped into her room, her door rattling as she slammed the door behind her. Her staff new better than to get in her way when she was in such a sour mood, though they could hardly fault her for being so grumpy. It had been almost a year since Texas and April "went missing" and Georgia took the reigns as Sheriff of Gold Springs. Their relationship with the new sheriff was far more amicable than the previous one, as they were able to keep her happy with monthly kickbacks. Things were going swimmingly until Vivian instituted a new tax plan that would **** them to pay twice as much as before, the justification being that the bunny's growing monopoly in the ranching business in Gold Springs was beginning to have an adverse affect on commerce. After hours of back and forth yelling with the mayor, Jacks returned home feeling bitter and huffy. She flopped down onto her bed, groaning as she pinched the bridge of her nose. It's not like she couldn't afford to pay the price hike, but she hated constantly being under that fox's thumb.

"I'm tense... I need to unwind..." she grumbled as she opened the drawer on her nightstand and fished out a large brown dildo. She smiled warmly, her mood immediately improving as she looked down at her toy, a pair of tired and frightened eyes greeting her from its tip.

"Hey there, Tex. Sorry I haven't visited you in so long. Turns out the lack of competition is a bit of a double edged sword. Me and the girls have been busier than ever and Vivian's constantly breathing down my neck and taxes. Ugh, sometimes I wonder if it was better having you around... at least the cat and mouse game was a little fun..."

Texas groaned inwardly as she was **** to listen to the bunny prattle on about her problems. It was bad enough being used as a sex toy, but then Jacks had to confide every inane detail of her life to her beforehand. It was made even more torturous as the once proud lawman was **** to listen as she offhandedly told her about the corruption that had taken root in Gold Springs after her disappearance. The details were rather spotty, as Jacks wasn't too concerned with keeping her up to snuff in the goings-on of the town, but things sounded rather bleak from what little she was able to gather.

"Anyway, enough about that jerk Vivian. I'm feelin' mighty tense, and you're the person I know that can help!" Jacks giggled. Her smile widened as she brought her toy down to her crotch, reveling at the weasel's panicked shaking. "I know, it's been awhile since you two saw each other. You must be real happy right now!"

With that, she hiked up her dress, revealing a light brown pair of panties, the front pressed firmly against the bunny's camel toe with a dazed pair of eyes adorning the fabric. A hint of a blush could be seen beneath those eyes, showing that it was a living being rather than a design. Seeing her friend such a sorry state made Texas want to weep. The constant hours she spent pressed against the bunny's hot honeypot had degraded her partner's mind, her face locked in a state of constant drunken arousal that she could never tend to. The weasel had once believed that her partner had gotten off easy when Jacks had reshaped them into their current forms, but time had proven her wrong in that regard.

Jacks allowed her to drink in the sight of her former partner for a bit longer before pulling her panties down and plunging the sheriff-turned-dildo deep into her eager pussy.

"Mmmph! Fuck...! Y-You always know h-how... to cheer me up, Tex...!" she cooed, her tongue hanging out and her eyes crossing as her insides squeezed around her former adversary. Texas whimpered to herself, her new body still able to smell, taste, and feel every part of the experience. As she brought her owner to a screaming orgasm and her body was awashed in the bunny's fluids, all she could do was weep on the inside as she resigned herself to what her life had become. From the noble, fearless, and inscrutable champion of Gold Springs, to a shortstack bunny's favorite sex toy. Of all the ways that she saw her career ending, this was not anywhere on the list.

She continued weeping to herself as Jacks wiped her clean and placed her back into the nightstand before blowing a kiss at her and slamming it shut. The darkness offered little reprieve from the mental and emotional pain she felt, as she knew deep down that this was to be her fate. The former sheriff would spend the rest of her life in the darkness of that nightstand, occasionally brought out to help Jacks relieve tension before being deposited back in there. Every now and again, Jacks would lend her out to her other outlaws, making her very well acquainted with the butts and pussies of the women who she once fought against.

All she could do was pray that one day, she would undergo a form of ego **** and be free of the ceaseless torment, though as the months turned to years and the years turned to decades, it became clear that her prayers would go unanswered.