Breakfast Time

Mary was sleeping while the weasel's face was forcibly glued between her asscheeks. The pig finally woke and smirked, 'Heh, looks like someone's using my ass as a pillow~' She then blasted a huge fart onto the innocent former sheriff weasel.

'Gah!' Texas exclaimed, struggling to hold back her disgust.

'Haha! Like that, my little fart weasel slut?~' Mary taunted in a thick, sarcastic drawl.

'Y-You...' Texas stammered, her voice trembling with indignation.

'Oh, come on, don't be shy,' Mary cooed. 'You know you enjoy it deep down. I bet you've always dreamed of being glued to a pig's butt, haven't you?'

Texas's eyes widened in horror. 'You're sick!' she hissed.

'Sure, I'm sick,' Mary replied with a dismissive snort. 'But at least I'm not a stuck-up weasel who thinks she's too good for a little fun.'

'Fun?' Texas scoffed. 'This is ****!'

'Oh, don't be so dramatic,' Mary said, rolling her eyes. 'It'll wear off eventually. In the meantime, why don't you just relax and enjoy the ride?'

That was when the guards opened up their cell, "Time for breakfast, inmates..."

Mary smirked as she grabbed Texas by the arm and dragged her.