Block the doorway and prevent her escape (End)

Texas wasn’t going to let that mare get past her. She stood in the doorway with her weapon still drawn. “If’n you want to get out of her, you’re going to have to go through me!” Texas declared confidently, the weasel standing her ground in the doorway. Her eyes searched the fog still as she refused to relent, holding position.

“Fine by me!” Copperbutt retorted back. Texas aimed at the direction the voice seemed to come from, peering into the mists, which was when a fist came from the other side. She turned back just in time to catch the knuckles with her face. Her head rocked back, Texas yelping as she was sent tipping backwards, spilling to the ground with a *CRASH*. The dazed weasel was still seeing stars, but she still made out the large boot sole hovering right over her face. She tried to scream but the massive boot crashed down with a *SSSPPPLLAATTT* and stomped her face into the wooden floor.

“Gotta stomp n’ run! Don’t hold it against me!” Copperbutt called back as she rushed into the next room. As her boot lifted so too did the flattened weasel face squashed up against it, Texas being dragged another step before she hit the floor and so too did the heavy heel once more. It dragged down enough that rather than crush her face again, this time it flattened her chest. Texas’s boobs were stamped down, the shapely bust crushed flat as a board. As the third dimension was stamped out of them however, the second flourished, the crushed mounds of boob flesh smooshing outwards into big round tokens that far exceeded their usual size.

Muffled screaming came from the struggling Sheriff as she tried to peel her way off of that underside of that boot, pushing both hands up against it. *SSQQUUUIIISSHHH* Another stomp from that boot and those struggling hands were crushed downwards, leaving just Texas’s kicking legs and curvy hips striking out as the rest of her was being smooshed and crushed under the underside of Copperbutt’s filthy boot. Another lift and *SSSQQUUAAASSHHH* her three-dimensional hips were fixed. Her backside erupted out of her cream pants as those tan cheeks were pounded down by the drop of a hefty boot. A muffled *Prrrrbbrrrttt* blasted out the flattening rear as air expelled from what was once two soft cushions, and now one big flat mat.

Texas’s twitching legs flopped upwards with the next step, and as Copperbutt ran out into the street there was a final, distinct *SSSPPPLLLAAATTT* The huge mare paused there, looking back at the doorway and panting. “Hah! Hope ya **** in there!” she declared, readying to mount up when she noticed something on the floor at her feet. Namely that of a twitching ponytail sticking beside her boot. “Huh?” she exclaimed as she leaned her fat ass against the wagon and lifted her boot. What she saw there had her burst out with laughter, the hefty copper pegasus cackling as she looked down at the underside of her boot.

The Sheriff was a smooshed sole stain. Her outstretched hands, flattened boobs and compacted hips could all be made out, as if she’d be shrunken, but she’d merely been compacted. Two fat copper fingers gripped her ponytail and pulled. With a *Sccchllrruuppp* the flattened sole sticker slid free, peeling away from Copperbutt’s boot. “Well, well, Sheriff. Looks like ya couldn’t get enough of my big ol’ stompers, huh? Well, who would ah be to deny a fan?” Copperbutt said with a menacing grin. Texas’s dazed eyes settled on the boot as she saw it unlacing, and then it fell to the ground with a *THUMP*.

Instantly a surge of thick stench came rushing from the depths of the boot, an upsurge of green hued stink which was enough to bring tears to Texas’s eyes. The stench of French onion soup made with mouldy blue cheese and baked in a freshman’s unwashed gym socks would have paled in comparison to the toxic odour wafting from the black leather boot. “Cor, can’t remember the last time mah foot got some air,” Copperbutt said as her liberated foot wiggled its fat copper toes. Sweat dripped from every inch of the soaked sole as the wiggling toes gave glimpses of even worse lodged into the gaps between them. “Ahh, why don’t you say hello to your new roommate?” she called with a grin.

With a wet *SLAP* the crushed Texas was smashed up against the wrinkled sole of that filthy foot. The awful stink washed over her, the heat baking it into her as she was left gagging and gasping in disgust. Foot sweat was soaked into her absorbent form, slurped up into Texas’s fur as the stench, flavour and sight dominated her senses. Copperbutt groaned as she dug in her fingers, dragging Texas from the bottom of that broad sole to the top, then smooshed her up in between those meaty toes for a moment, saturating her in god-awful stink.

Just as Texas was starting to regret every decision she’d ever made, she was pulled back again, peeled away from the sweaty sole. Her flattened, weeping eyes silently begged Copperbutt for leniency, but there was only one place she was going. “If you’d a caught me, ah’d be in a cell! Only fair ah do the same fer you, huh, Sheriff?” Copperbutt said with a wide grin. Then she reached down and tossed the weasel sweat rag into the open necked boot. Texas’s sweat soaked form slopped into the bottom, squelching up against the completely worn insole. Inside the cramped space the air was humid as a rainforest, only the moisture in the air was entirely rank, filthy foot sweat.

The Texas putty slopped around the inside of the boot, filling the available space as the moisture caused her to expand outwards. She sloughed into the filthy toe shaped pits that had worn into the front of the boot. Every breath was entirely tainted by stench, her form soaked in unpleasant grime, and then the only light was blocked off by darkness. While she couldn’t see the foot, she could smell it as it slipped back into the boot, Copperbutt cramming her foot once more into her tight boot, sliding it across until *SSPPLLAATT* she smooshed it down into her new weasel insole, completely flattening the Sheriff with her torturous toes and stinking sole. “Ahhhh. That feels loads better! And who knows, maybe you’ll see things differently after a few miles in mah shoes!” Copperbutt declared with a grin.

Texas’s muffled sobs came from the depths of the boot as Copperbutt started to jog away from the bank. Each step of her right boot earned a muffled *SSQQUUIISSHH* from within as her stinking sole smooshed down into the Texas putty, the pasty weasel surging up between her sweaty toes with each stomping step, which would be all of them from now on!

“I need new boots, but I need the same soles. They’re special made,” Copperbutt explained to the cobbler. The fox was gagging on the toxic scent wafting upwards from the material, but despite the green hue to their cheeks, the glittering gold bar was a very convincing argument to work through the discomfort. With their best knife the fox sliced through the leather, unfolding the right boot, and revealing what lay within. The sight made his eyes widen but looking back at the very clear bandit he swallowed and continued his work.

The stinking leather sole was perfectly embellished with the faded stain of a weasel. The imprint was so realistically detailed, even if years of foot sweat had worn it down to the point that the colours had faded out. The eyes still almost seemed to twinkle as if recognising that he was a fox, and pleading for him to free her from the hell that she was trapped in. “S-sorry,” he mumbled as instead he got to work on constructing a new boot around her, imprisoning the faded stain of Texas in a brand-new leather prison.

Part of him felt terrible as Copperbutt walked off with a fresh *SQUISH* with each step but looking back at the gold bar that at least made things easier. He spared a thought for the poor weasel. Just an hour of Copperbutt’s foot stank would take weeks to get out of his workshop, and it was all she ever knew. Still, he managed to put it out of his mind as he got back to work, unaware that he had glimpsed the crushed, flattened figure of Gold Spring’s former Sheriff, now just an insole for a fat, sweaty, pegasus bandit.