Black Brass, The Bull Ass

(Originally by DanceDanceImmolation)

Texas was out on her morning patrol during what seemed like a relatively quiet day in Gold Springs, when there came a commotion from the town gates. Many a traveller passed through the gates of Gold Spring, some innocent travellers and some much less innocent, but none travelled like this.

At first glance it seemed like a normal covered wagon, but the strange part of it wasn't the wagon itself; it was who was pulling it. Two rows of women three long were tied together by harnesses and stocks, clad in nothing more than rags. They were all beaten and haggard, with vacant expressions, all pulling the wagon like they were common beats of burden. Sitting in the driver's seat of the wagon was a black bull, one a good head taller than even the largest man in Gold Springs and covered in muscle. He wore a ten gallon atop his horns and a pair of assless chaps, but nothing else. His knee-length cock was on full display for anyone who dared to look.

Texas pulled up in front of him to stop his wagon, "Alright stranger, state yer business!"

The bull laughed, "Stranger?! You honestly gonna say you don't know Black Brass when you see 'em? I'm insulted."

"And I don't care! I said state yer business." Texas said once again.

"Not one for titles, huh bitch?" Brass snorted, "Well I'm here to collect any fine pieces of meat you got. Like the ones here." He cracked his reigns and his **** girls whimpered, "And if any y'all got beef with me, you tell your sheriff to come hash it out."

Texas drew her gun, "I'm sheriff around here, so you'll answer to me!"

Brass laughed, "Is that so? Well let me tell you somethin', little missy. Womenfolk like you aren't fit to be sheriff. You know what happened to the last woman who thought she were good enough to be sheriff and talk back to Black Brass?"

Brass leaned to the side in his seat and cut a wet, sloppy sounding fart. He reached under his ass and pulled out, by the ears, a black rabbit. She was nude, terrified and soaked head to toe in filth. It was obvious that Brass had been keeping her in there deep. He threw her to the ground, then hopped off the wagon. The rabbit tried to crawl away, but Brass came down on her like a lead weight, crushing her flat. He ground his hooves into her and snorted.

"So since yer so bold," He said, "I'm gonna tell you what I'm gonna do. I'm gonna go in this here saloon and have me a drink. When I'm done, you and I are gonna have us a duel. And when you lose, I'm gonna make you lick my last buttplug off my hooves before I make you her replacement."

And with that, Brass swaggered into the saloon, leaving Texas to contemplate her fate.