Does... Nothing? (End)

Whether it was because she didn't have time to react, she was too exhausted, she was enjoying the view, or plot convenience, Texas didn't dodge or even raise her shield up. She simply stood there, gazing at the fluffy white mounds, as they slammed down on her face. Her entire head flattened against the floorboards by Big Bunny Buns, her grip loosening on the shield and letting it roll away. She reached for her side arm, but was stopped as the Rabbit grabbed her wrists and wrestling pinned her to the floor. Leika laughed, dropped down on top of Texas and began to slap the floor boards.

"ONE!!! TWO!!! TWO AND A HALFFFFF!!! THREE!!! DING DING DING! We have a winner!"

The rabbit girl's cotton ball tail shook with excitement, followed by a big bubbly fart that made Texas cry. As she stood up, Leika took her place by slamming her ass down all over Texas's body, flattening her arms, chest, legs... everything. Tossing the Sheriff's gun away, she continued her butt dropping ****, chuckling to herself.

"Come on, Pepper! You couldn't take her down? Generic thug number 2 did it with ease!"

Before the Bunny girl could correct her and say she was actually number 1, Leika peeled the Weasel off the ground and began to squish her around. Quickly and expertly transforming her into a comfy pair of panties. Pulling off her boots and slipping off her pants revealed the Jailbreaker's soaked pussy and bare ass. Texas unintelligible mumbles were all she could do to try and stop what was about to happen, but it was no use.

"Bunny Thugs, go reinflate Pepper please. I'm gonna have a little fun with our sheriff~"

As the thugs took the frisbee and left, Leika slid her new Weasel fur panties on, pulling them up further and further until she gave herself a wedgie. Texas was face first in her damp, swampy crack, her nose and mouth up against that fetid pucker. The Fox girl gang boss gave her ass a nice loud slap, showing off to the thugs in the cell, before lifting a leg and christening her new Lawmen-Made panties with a sloppy brap. The thick stink would have made anyone cough... but a blast this close was enough to make Texas sob. The eggy sulfur stench sticking to her skin, Texas was defeated by the crafty Fox's ass. Slipping her hand southwards, Leika began to slowly rub herself through her panties, moaning as her already soaked pussy got some pleasure too. Texas was a wreck of sweat and stink now, cursed with pleasure as her pussy was pressed right up against Leika's. She could feel every rub, poke, and grind the fox gave… and it was ****.

--3 Days Later--

3 days was all it took for Texas mind to be melted by the constant barrage of Leika's sweaty ass gas. Her face constantly pressed against Leika's juicy pucker while she rode in the hot sun, or worked in toasty prisons and cells... it was will-breaking. It makes perfect sense that the constant SBDs, stink bombs, and wet braps that Leika let out would eventually break her into a mindless stink slut. The first time Leika realized this was when she was on a prison heist. In a room of knocked out guards, while trying to replicate the master key to unlock all the cells, she had gotten a wedgie and an itch. Groaning softly, much to Pepper's amusement, she slapped her panty clad ass harshly.

"You're lucky I let you live in my ass, Weasel! Perhaps you should make it up to me... take care of my itch!"

Reaching back, she squeezed the back of her panties until she felt the somehow still moist pink cleaning tool Texas called a tongue slip out. The dazed Weasel was helpless as Leika used the waistband to slowly and sensually drag that sensitive tongue up and down her swampy, vile ass. It was as disgusting as ever, her tongue getting soaked and marinated in ass sweat and gunk. Her cries and curses and pleas all falling on the dear ears of her owners. Needless to say… Texas never escaped.

The End.