Butterscotch's Crack

(Originally by Bob)

The most dreadful, grotesque stench hit Texas’ poor weasel nostrils. Butterscotch, being a horse, had never washed her ass So hygiene was completely out of the question.

It was a miracle that Texas wasn’t as flat as a sheet of paper, though reality was arguably worse. The lowly lawbringer was wedged deep in the horse’s crack, inches away from the hungry butthole.

Her survival instincts kicked in, she had to do something... for the town! She shimmied back and forth, trying to move herself towards the tiny peep of light that shone at the end of the gargantuan ass crevice.

Butterscotch meanwhile neighed in delight, grinding her ass on the wreckage of the Sheriff’s whole life summed up into one building. Her desire to bully Texas had clouded her mind though. Now that she thought she had the weasel trapped, Butterscotch looked over the whole of Gold Springs, at its cowardly residents and their pathetic homes...