Butterscotch Makes A Beeline For The Sheriff's Office

(Originally by Cheese111)

The towering horse casually wandered into town. She gave the buildings a close look, her every step powerful enough to reduce them to splinters. But the mare wasn't just causing havoc for no reason. She was on the lookout for one building in particular. Her large nostrils twitched as she caught the smell she was looking for. It came from a slightly tougher looking building near the center of town.

Roxxie Roo tried to figure out what her partner in crime was up to, but from the horse's back she couldn't see much. Instead she began daydreaming about all the things she could accomplish with Butterscotch's new size. She could have Vivian's office trampled to nothing and rule Gold Springs with an iron fist. Or she could even just have her steed trot up and down main street a few times, leaving nothing but ruin behind. But most of all, she couldn't wait to see Texas. With a malicious chuckle she kept on trying to sneak a look at where Butterscotch was going until she realized, judging by nearby buildings, that they must be close to the sheriff's office. "Oh, this is gonna be good." She said gleefully, rubbing her hands.

Texas heard screams and commotion outside. She raised a curious brow, walking over to the shotgun mounted to the wall. Whatever this was, it sounded like it was going to need the heavy artillery. With several more rounds in her pocket she marched out calmly, ready to face down whatever threat was causing all this panic. The weasel looked down the street, seeing several enormous hooves. Slowly her view went up, following the muscular legs until finally she stared at the towering mare's face. The sheriff all but let the gun fall from her hands. She knew this horse and worse yet, she knew its owner. When it sniffed the air the weasel scurried back into the office.

The sheriff's heart was beating in her throat. It took her every ounce of willpower not to panic as well. What was she going to do against something of this scale? She'd need a cannon to even hope to damage it. Her whole body shook when she heard Butterscotch stomp another building to dust, fearing her office would be next beneath those trampling hooves. The only relief there was to be had was that the office was mostly empty. There were some cells filled with assorted scum, but her deputies were all out on their various duties. They would hopefully be spared the horror.

Suddenly darkness entered the office as the giant horse leaned in, blocking most of the windows. The weasel could hear the loud snorting close by, raising her heartbeat further. If Butterscotch was lingering here, whose smell was the horse tracking down? She pleaded silently to whoever would listen for it not to be hers, but she knew the odds were slim.