Crawl away [End]

Panic filling her mind, Texas wasn't thinking straight as she started to crawl through the trench, directly away from the steamroller. As slow as the vehicle was, it was still faster than a cemented up weasel, and what little lead the sheriff had was soon as crushed as she was about to be. Eyes wide with fear, heart racing, breathing rapid and panicked, Texas practically swam through the thick cement, seeing the shadow of the steamroller looming ever further over her.

Then Texas felt it, something impossibly heavy pressing down on her toes. The weight pinned her instantly, preventing any further progress as the weasel let out a shrill scream. Casting a glance over her shoulder, the weasel could only watch in pure terror as that huge, cast iron roller consumed her feet entirely, Texas feeling as the immense weight of the vehicle pressed her paws into the second dimension.

Her foe captured, Sniff throttled right back, leaping out the steamroller as it continued to now roll forward at a snail's pace. Squatting next to Texas, Sniff grinned as she watched Texas scream and claw at the concrete, trying to pull herself free of the hyena's weapon. "Looks like you're in a spot of trouble, sheriff. Or should that be a splat of trouble?" Sniff laughed at her own joke, Texas too busy screaming to appreciate the 'golden humour' her adversary delivered.

"Well aren't you just a killjoy?" Sniff snorted when Texas failed to laugh at her joke. "But hey, I can make my own fun. Like this for example." She motioned to the steamroller, which was now consuming the upper half of Texas' legs. "I wish it had a slower gear, it's a shame that I'll only get to enjoy this once. And believe me, sheriff, enjoy it I shall. You see, Scratch likes the sudden finality of the wreck ball. One drop, one squash, done. But me?" The hyena let out an almost sexual growl. "Me, I like to take my time, to savour the moment of my enemies demise." She lay on the dirt, her pose about as provocative as the fat hyena could muster. "Beg me to let you go, and maybe I will spare you."

"Never!" Texas screamed, though her voice was already cracked and wavering. Another glance over her shoulder showed that her once curvaceous ass was now being pressed into a plate, widening out and flattening down as several tonnes of mechanical engineering rolled over her. "I- I will never-" She faltered for a second. "Sniff please! Please stop it."

"There it is." Sniff sighed happily. "They always say they will never beg, but they always do, in the end. But you can do better than that. I want to know what it's worth to you. Make me offers. What will you give me if I stop the steamroller?"

"Please, I'll give you anything!" Tears started to stream from Texas' eyes as the steamroller started to press down on her lower torso. "I'll leave this place, I'll never come back. Please, just let me go."

"Even your offers are boring." Sniff growled. "I tell you, this is going to be real hard to get off to later when I remember how much of a whiny little bitch you were. I want sexy. Give me something sexy."

"I'll lick your feet." Texas screamed. "I'll be your seat. I'll let you do anything you want to me, just please stop it, Sniff!" By now there wasn't much time left, the huge roller having flattened up to Texas' chest, and already starting to press that into the ground too.

"That's more like it." Sniff smirked, pushing to her feet. "I mean, nothing you said was going to save you, I just wanted to hear you beg me like some common brothel wench." Ignoring Texas' screams for mercy, Sniff leapt back into the cabin of her steamroller, putting it into full throttle once more, and causing it to suddenly lurch into action.

Reaching out, Texas screamed as the roller pressed over her chest, and into the back of her head. Her face was **** down into the cement, her screams muffling as she vanished entirely under the vehicle, which continued to churn forward. Nothing more would be seen of the weasel until the steamroller moved past her, revealing a nice, flat area of concrete, ruined only by the flat and stretched out disk of a weasel lying face down in it.

"Hey ma, I think I hit something." Sniff laughed as she leapt down to admire her work. "Who ordered the roadkill ratatouille?" Squatting down, Sniff grabbed Texas' paper thin form, peeling her from the cement and shaking her off a little. Even through the cement stains, Texas' flattened face could be made out, the biggest, saddest frown plastered across it, immortalising Sniff's victory over the weasel.

"Aww, don't look so glum." Sniff cackled. "Let's turn that frown upside down." She gripped the edges of Texas' mouth, pulling them up into a clearly **** smile. "There we go. Now Scratch and I can have the pleasure of wiping that smile from your stupid face." Her own lips twisted into a cruel grin. "And I mean wipe in the most literal sense there is."

"Oh man, I gotta go, bad!" Scratch cried as she burst into the outhouse, taking a seat on the toilet, and letting out a loud, brassy fart. "Huh... False alarm?" She glanced over her shoulder. "What do you think, Texas, does this smell suspicious to you?" She leaned to the side, wafting the stench from the unwashed toilet bowl over to the brown and tan toilet paper that hung from the nearby wall.

The stench evoked a gag and cough from the toilet paper, Texas' face visible on one of the sheets, eyes watering and nose twitching as the fumes from the lavatory filled her nostrils. "You're right, smells a bit rough doesn't it?" Scratch smirked. "I better give it five and see if anything comes of it." She settled into place, getting as comfortable as one could on the hard, wooden box these two covered their shit pit with.

Seeing the glum expression on Texas' face, Scratch pouted mockingly. "What's wrong my little wipe weasel? Are you sad at being turned into a roll of ass paper?" Her tone was that of a person talking to an infant. "Well, if it helps, you were always a shit sheriff. Now you're just a literal shit sheriff. Patrolling the canyon of my ass, dealing with any problems for me. You should be flattered, you see a lot more action here than you ever did in Gold Springs. Which reminds me, with you gone, Sniff and I are full steam ahead with the 'level the town' scheme. We plan to bring you along for the ride so that you can watch your precious town go down. That is, if you can see anything from how deep you'll be between my cheeks."

Texas opened her mouth to say something, but whether it was to spit back at the hyena, beg for mercy, or simply cough, the world would never know, for it was at this moment that Scratch's ass decided to speak up. Texas was cut off by the loudest, wettest, most outhouse shaking fart she had ever heard. "Woo!" Scratch laughed. "The first fart was suspicious, but that one was guilty as charged. Still, better send you in to interrogate them." Grabbing the texas toilet paper, Scratch started to pull herself a length of sheriff shit remover, ignoring the screams of protest coming from the weasel.

Outside, Sniff tapped her foot impatiently as she waited, having to listen to the muffled retches and horrified screams coming within. Looking at the position of the sun, she hammered on the outhouse door. "Come on Scratch! You have been in there for thirty minutes. Get a move on! I'm bursting out here."

The door swung open, a wave of stench so potent spilling out that even Sniff recoiled at first whiff. "About time." She growled as Scratch lumbered out of the lavatory, a screaming length of toilet paper still stuck between her cheeks. "You better have left me a face piece."

"Relax, there are plenty left on there." Scratch waved dismissively, cocking her leg and letting out a loud, rancid fart over the trapped face between her own cheeks. "I'll go start on dinner. Something high in fibre sound good?"

"Yeah, whatever. Move." Sniff shoved past Scratch and into the outhouse, sitting down and casting a smug grin to the toilet paper. It seems that whatever the duo had done to shape their weasel wipes, they had pressed her so hard that her face had gone through, and now one in about every four sheets had a sad weasel face stamped on it. "Hey sheriff Shit-stain. If you think what Scratch just did was bad, wait until you see what I cooked up."

~End~