Before She Can, Brass Recognizes Her! (End)

(Originally by Cheese111)

The bull's nasty hole is nearly unbearable to handle. Texas' eyes were watering from the stench and the urge to gag got stronger with every lick. But her perseverance put her in arm's reach of Brass's hand cannon. The weasel could practically touch the finely crafted handle when a large hand grips her wrist, pulling it away and causing her to look up in terror at the angry bull's glare.

"You got a lot of nerve, tryin' to steal my gun right off my hip. You thought a bit of weak slobbering back there would be enough to distract me? To please Black Brass, you'll have to go a whole lot deeper. Since you're so keen on getting in there, let's skip the duel and go right to the good part."

The bull grabs Texas' head and brings it back to his twitching pucker. He blew a rank fart in her face at point blank range, making the weasel wince in disgust. She tried to pry the strong hand loose, but Brass had no intention of letting go. He relished the weasel's pathetic resistance as he grunted and blew more foul winds into the sheriff's face. The filthy asshole opened up a little, the weasel's eyes growing wide with fear. Her plan had failed and now she was about to become Black Brass's latest victim.

Slowly the sheriff's face was mashed into the yielding flesh of the bull's pucker. It left smears of slimy residue as it engulfed all of the weasel's face. Brass grunted, finally feeling the satisfaction Texas hadn't been able to provide so far. With a pleased snort he kept pushing, forcing his asshole to part wide as the weasel's head got **** in. The muscular ring slipped close around her neck, sealing her whole head into the bull's ass. He let out several triumphant farts before he grabbed the weasel's waist. Her shoulders were no match for the stretchy hole and Texas' inevitable advance into Brass's rear continued. Every shove was paired with a nasty, wet squelch. The other saloon patrons that saw the spectacle were enraptured by it. More than a few quietly rejoiced as they watched the weasel slowly disappear into the bull's ravenous hole.

When the weasel was pushed in about halfway the bull let go and turned his attention back to the bar. He demanded another drink, seemingly ignoring the squirming sheriff. But she could feel his inner muscles squeeze, pulse and move all around her. The bull's innards were hard at work and soon they began to slowly pull her in. The weasel cried out in terror, but nobody could hear it. Black Brass shuddered a little, feeling his prey wiggle. He clenched his butt around Texas to torment her further, accelerating her entrance into his bowels. He felt her slowly pushing deeper and deeper into him, humming with joy as he dominated yet another woman that didn't know her place.

Black Brass didn't stop until the weasel's legs had been pulled into his insatiable ass. It let out a triumphant fart as it had claimed yet another victim. The bull's infamy had spread to Gold Springs now. Another fart rang, followed by a strange clinking. The bull looked on the floor to see a filth-covered sheriff's star. With a deep chuckle he picked it up and slipped it into his waistcoat to join the badges of all the other lawbringers that failed to stop him. He grunted and clenched his bowels, squeezing the weasel stuck in his rear tightly. With a smug grin he murred as he felt the futile struggles of Texas tickling the walls of his colon. She would learn her place soon enough. He came to this town looking for a new ass ****, and he'd found a great one in the weasel.