Call Georgia’s Bluff (End)

THUMP!

Texas went cross-eyed as the butt of a rifle connected with the back of her head, and she slumped to the ground, her hat fluttering down after her.

“There go those last few brain cells.” Georgia chuckled as she looked at the **** weasel, then up at the rifle-wielding cat behind her. “Get the rope.”

When Texas came to, she was being dragged through another passenger car on her back, her arms and legs tied up tightly. Ahead of her, Georgia whistled to herself happily as she pulled the weasel along by the rope, each heavy step giving Texas a perfect view of her huge, jiggling ass.

Hearing movement behind her, the massive mare glanced back and grinned.

“Well howdy there, Tex!” She said Jovially, continuing to drag her along. “Y’know, as much as I'd like to ram your face so deep into my ass that you never see the light of day again, I just can’t risk havin’ you on my train.” Opening the door at the end of the train car, she stepped out into the open air, standing on the small metal platform that connected this car to the next. “And besides, you forgot to buy a ticket! As the unofficial conductor, I’m gonna have to ask you to leave the train.”

“Ah’ll catch up, Georgia! Just you wait! Before day’s end y’all’ll be sittin’ behind bars!” The weasel shouted up at her, still trying to get herself free of the ropes. Georgia said nothing for a moment, then grinned, seeing what she was hoping for coming up fast.

“Nah, I don't think so, Tex, I’ve chosen somewhere special to drop you off.” Georgia picked Texas up by the scruff of her neck with one hand, just as the train began to cross the mighty bridge over Coyote Canyon, a deep, dry gorge. The weasel’s eyes went wide at the sight of the sheer drop, the features of the bottom of the canyon appearing as mere specks below, and opened her mouth to beg. Georgia, however, wasn't having any of it.

“Bon Voyage, boss!” She shouted against the wind, then hurled the bound weasel out into space, sending her plummeting, screaming, into the gorge. The train moved on quickly, Texas falling out of sight, but Georgia just grinned, knowing her timing had been perfect.

“AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH-”

SPLAT!!!

The weasel’s meteoric fall ended abruptly as she smashed into a huge, muddy patch. While this helped break her fall a little it was nowhere near enough, and Texas was flattened out painfully on impact, leaving her twitching and whimpering in the muddy ground, like a bug splattered on a windshield.

Still bound, and in no shape to move, all the weasel could do was look around, her eyes falling on a sign nearby, Texas’s muddled mind struggling to read it.

“H-Harriet’s… Harriet’s… Hog Farm?” The weasel whimpered, before the cogs in her dazzled mind clicked into place. “O-oh no…”

The weasel screamed as a huge hog butt swung into view, as big Texas’s her entire body, then slammed down with a SQUELCH.

The happy hog gave a pleased oink, thrilled to have found a comfortable cushion amongst the mud, and so close to the food trough too! She leant down and started to chow down on her slop, while beneath her, a few muffled screams marked the state of her cushion. With an annoyed grunt, the pig tensed her stomach, then blasted out a foul, wet fart, spraying mud in all directions. As she returned to her eating, putrid green fumes leaked out from beneath her butt, where the worst of the smell was trapped. The stench bothered her a little, but at least those annoying screams had stopped.

Bad End: Long Walk Off A Short Pier