Butterscotch Sucks The Rest Of Texas In

(Originally by Cheese111)

The weasel didn't know how much longer she could hold on. The horse's ass was bathing her in rotten stench and practically shivering with glee. The walls trembled, squeezing and releasing the sheriff over and over, coating her with nasty slime and making simply breathing a herculean challenge. In spite of being stuck halfway up Butterscotch's ass the weasel could still hear Roxxie Roo laughing. That bandit was going to pay for this. Texas didn't know how yet, but she was going to find Abra and convince her to shrink the roo. Then we'll see how much she likes being stuck up a horse's ass herself. It almost felt like a poetic piece of justice, shoving Roxxie Roo up her own horse's butt. Butterscotch probably wouldn't even care. But Texas' vindictive daydreams were rudely interrupted when she felt the fleshy pucker around her waist loosen.

Butterscotch felt her prey wiggling more fiercely than ever before. But she had no plans to release the sheriff. Instead she snorted and huffed, the narrow passage holding the weasel slowly shifting. Texas didn't quite catch what happened, but when the sensitive pucker closed again it was clear as day. Roxxie Roo looked on with fascination as the horse had pulled its victim in a little bit deeper. The bandit never thought it was possible. Her laughter stopped and she looked at those little legs as the horse grunted again. The bandit's house could be on fire and she wouldn't know it, her gaze fixed on her steed's backside. Seeing it slowly suck in Texas made her feel almost uncomfortably aroused. Roxxie had dreamed about getting rid of Texas for years, but this was not how she imagined it to end.

The weasel struggled with everything she had, but against the enormous horse butt there was nothing she could do. Her every move was easily suppressed when the passage tightened around her, squeezing her from all sides. More and more of her legs entered the warmth of Butterscotch's ass and she didn't need to be psychic to know the horse would only stop once she'd claimed Texas completely. The only option left was to pray to whatever might listen that the horse pushes her back out before the horrible stench would be the sheriff's doom. Her odds were slim, but she would not give up. She'd endure this torment, escape and recover her normal size. Then she would bring down such righteous fury on Roxxie Roo no bandit in the Wild West would ever dare cross the sheriff of Gold Springs again.

For now though, she shuddered at the feeling of her lower legs and feet slowly disappearing up the horse's ass. She was completely enveloped by slimy flesh, spots of manure and a stench so dense you could lean on it. Her nose ached and her eyes watered. Whatever weak squirming she manages is repaid with a crushing squeeze from the narrow tunnel. Whatever happened to her next was entirely up to the cruel horse.