Demand the Hostage is let free

Texas couldn’t risk the hostage, but she also couldn’t risk getting close. Just smelling that gas from the next room was bad enough. She pulled out her revolver then turned the corner. She lined the barrel up with Copperbutt’s ass and *Click* pulled the hammer back. “Ya got three seconds to let go of the possum or I’ll blow yer backside off,” Texas said with a lot more gravel in her tone than usual.

Copperbutt paused, the ample rumped mare looking over her shoulder, and then glaring at the weasel she saw. The sheriff badge shining on Texas’s chest and the gun in her hand were all she needed to see. “Well, well, ah was wonderin’ when the law would show up,” the mare said with a snort. “What’re ya goin’ ta do. Shoot me?” she asked.

“That’s the idea. If ya don’t drop the possum,” Texas replied, her aim not wavering for a moment.

“Ah also could blow her away. One more of mah ass rips and she’ll be sticking her face between backside for the rest of her life,” Copperbutt retorted. The mare slapped one of her ass cheeks teasingly.

“Fat lotta good that’ll do ya when yer dead,” Texas replied, the weasel refusing to back down. Though in truth she had no intention of shooting Copperbutt. Her gun was a last resort.

Copperbutt growled, clenching her fists, but she saw nothing but resolve in Texas’s eyes. “Fine. Ya want her so bad, have her!” Copperbutt growled. She relaxed her cheeks and threw her hips backwards. The possum girl was launched free from that ass with a *pop* and flung right at Texas. The weasel saw her coming, and held out an arm, expertly catching the possum without taking her weapon away. “Now you’re coming in with me,” Texas declared.

Copperbutt was ready however, as she threw the possum she spun around and gave one mighty flap of her wings. The feathery copper wings spread out to her sides and swept forwards. The **** of the sudden rush of air blew her butt smog right at the Sheriff. As Texas made her demand the thick green cloud washed over her, the weasel suddenly **** and coughing as thick butt fumes surrounded her. Her eyes watered as she tried to see through the fog, watching for the outline of that pegasus. “Hah! Ah’d stay an’ have some fun, but no doubt there’s more of you on the way. Where there’s one lawgirl, there’s always a bunch and ah ain’t getting through this vault door with mah bombs,” Copperbutt remarked.

Texas couldn’t see, but she also knew there was only one exit to this room, and she was standing in it! If she blocked it then Copperbutt would have to get past her! Though in her current blinded state was that a good move? She’d have an easier time facing her out in the open where these thick farts wouldn’t be as much of an issue.