Duck! (End)

Texas ducked under the large metal shovel as it swished past overhead, holding her hat tight so it didn’t get left behind by the sudden maneuver.

“Ha! Missed me, Georgia-”

CLANG!!

With the weasel trapped and crouched low, the mighty mare had used the momentum of her missed swing to spin the shovel around and bring it down in a powerful overhead strike, slamming it down on top of Texas and knocking her senseless. The weasel staggered dizzily, sheriff stars dancing around her head as she did so, before collapsing at Georgia’s feet, her eyes spinning. Georgia smirked down at the weasel, tossing the shovel aside, then planted a foot on her back to keep her pinned.

“Didn’t dodge that one, did you, Tex?” She said with a grin, pressing down with more of her weight and hearing the weasel whimper beneath her boot. “You’ve caused me a lot of trouble today, so I just want you to know that this is going to be immensely satisfying for me. Then again, crushing uptight lawgirls into smelly stains always is!” The boot was removed as the mare positioned herself, but by the time Texas had summoned up the strength to push up from her prone position, she was staring up at Georgia’s huge, brown, bare ass, which encompassed Texas’s entire world. The weasel gave a weak gulp as she stared up at it, taking in the sweat-drenched fur, the smell seeping from Georgia’s butt-crack, and the tattoo just above the butt with the simple words: ‘Solitary Confinement'. As Texas opened her mouth to speak, Georgia decided that she had savoured the moment for long enough, and slowly allowed herself to fall back at a leisurely pace.

“Wait, NO-” Were the last words the mare heard out of the weasel, before her giant ass crashed down like a meteorite, smashing Texas down onto the coal pile and crushing her like she was a piece of gum. Moaning at the euphoric sensation of her more vexing rival struggling against her bare ass, Georgia slowly began to grind her ponderous ass back and forth, hearing the crunching of the coal as it cracked and shattered beneath her, and the squishing noises elicited by Texas, as the weasel was pressed flatter and flatter.

BRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTTT….

Came the deep, rolling sound of thunder as Georgia’s ass spewed out a vile stench onto her trapped captive. The mare grinned as she heard muffled screams coming from beneath her.

“Better get used to that smell, Tex! That’s the smell of your defeat. And I promise you, you’re gonna smell it every day for the rest of your life…” She practically purred, Texas’s defeat being more delicious than any heist could be. Still, she should probably go and see what damage the weasel had done, and get the robbery back on schedule… In twenty minutes or so. The mare chuckled, putting her hands behind her head and ripping out another foul, humid fart, all the while continuing to grind her ass down endlessly. “Game over, sheriff…”

When the mare’s twenty minutes of ecstasy were over, Texas was a mushed-up tan stain on her backside, her fur colour blending in so well with Georgia’s ass fur that the only indication she was even there was the two pained, blinking eyeballs in the middle of the stain. And those eyes could only watch as the mare pulled her pants back up over her, plunging Texas into a smelly, jiggling darkness.

With Texas taken care of, Georgia soon retook control of the train, the passengers unable to do much against the giant, intimidating horse, especially since they all assumed that she had already dealt with Texas. Her gang freed, and Jesse and Jane woken up, the bandits soon had the safe unlocked and all the loot stolen from inside. And though the pig twins asked where Texas had gone, wanting some ****, Georgia simply told them that she’d fallen from the side of the train. The weasel was hers, and Georgia intended to make good on her promise.

A week later the bandits returned to Gold Springs, having spent some time hiding out in the hills until the heat died down. Georgia, with her share of the loot, bid the rest of her gang farewell, and they went their separate ways, most of them stumbling off to The Crushed Weasel to get themselves a drink. For the mare, however, she had a different location in mind. Weaving her way through some back streets, she eventually came across a small tailor’s shop, oddly out of the way, but well kept and maintained. Pushing her way through the front door, a small bell ringing to announce her, Georgia walked up to the counter to where a mouse girl was working on a pedalled sewing machine. She gave Georgia a querying look, and the mare just smirked, reaching around behind herself and peeling an almost molecule-thin weasel from off her ass, where she had been trapped for the entire week.

“I’ve got a special order for you…”

The mouse’s eyes lit up and she grinned and nodded, then grabbed the flattened weasel and disappeared into the back room. For the next hour, all that could be heard was the sounds of snipping, stitching, folding and ironing, all coming from the back room, until at last the mouse returned, with a pair of perfect, weasel-fur underwear in her hands. Georgia’s grin grew as she took them, looking inside the back and seeing Texas’s frightened face.

“Well well, looks like I’ve got a new pair of lucky panties! And I’m gonna make sure to wear them in hard.” The mare said with a laugh. “After all, they’ve gotta get used to this treatment for the rest of their life.” With that, the mare dropped a gold bar on the counter for the mouse, then ducked into a nearby changing room, doing the quickest clothes change of her life. On her way out the door, Georgia paused briefly to throw her old pair of underwear into the trash can, ripped, sweat-stained and smelling like a sewage factory.

“Don’t worry, Tex! I’m sure you’ll last much longer than a normal pair of underwear!” The mare laughed loudly, so that the weasel panties could hear. “Who knows, you might even last TWO weeks before you start to stain!”

Laughing uproariously, the mare stomped off into the sun-drenched streets of Gold Springs, blasting off rank farts with every step. Wrapped around her ass, Texas could already feel the mare begin to sweat…

Bad End: Lucky Underwear.