Enter the bank and trap Copperbutt inside

Texas slipped her revolver out as she leaned back against the doorframe to the bank. Peering around the corner she looked into the bank, but it was still full of smoke. Then she heard a muffled scream, followed by a resounding *BBBWWWOOOORRRAAPPTTTT* from further in. “Haha! How’s that smell, Moneybags? Now, ya going to open the vault? Or am I going to have to blow your brains out?” The mocking voice could only belong to Copperbutt, and it sounded like she had a hostage! Texas couldn’t stand for that!

The weasel slipped into the bank, using her rough memory of the layout to help her push through the fog. She ran to a point of cover behind some seating, then sprinted up to the counter. As she got closer the fog took on an unpleasant green haze, the stink starting to burn at her nostrils. If her eyes weren’t watering from the smoke already, they were now from the rank stink permeating the air. An odour like rotten meat boiled in sweat and served with refried beans. The stink had Texas’s head swimming, but she **** her way past it. Leaping over the counter she moved to the back door and there she saw the villain.

Copperbutt was a copper-coloured Pegasus, and a big one. She towered over the likes of Texas, standing at least 8 foot tall, and she clearly ate well. A hefty gut strained at a black button up shirt to the point that patches of her fur were clearly visible between each button. A similarly black duster sat atop, but it was clear no end of stretching would ever get the buttons to meet around her belly. Though her biggest asset was definitely her ass. Her hips were wide enough she had to walk through doorways sideways, two massive mounds of sweaty copper blubber. They strained at her gun belt, a clasp in the centre featuring a skull with two crossed guns like a Western Jolly Roger. Two large silver revolvers with black grips sat on either hip, and an array of bullets lined the belt.

A black Stetson sat comfortably on her head, with a red bandana sitting on her inner shoulders. Even though she had the mask she hadn’t bothered pulling it up at this point. Thick black assless chaps covered her legs, but it was up to her panties to hide away her backside, though they were currently hanging down to expose her ass. Even crumpled the words ‘Gas the Rich’ could still be made out stitched into the underwear. “So, are you givin’ me the money? Or am I baking your brain, Moneybags?” Copperbutt growled to the victim currently between her cheeks as another hefty, thick *PPPHHHLLLRRRAAPPPRRRAABBBTT* came bubbling out of her backside with a gush of green gas.

Texas winced in empathy of the victim, before she got a glimpse of who it was. A poor possum girl was slapping her hands desperately against that ass. She wasn’t the bank manager, so she probably didn’t even know the combination to the vault. She’d just been manning the counter and Copperbutt now was using her pointed snout to scratch at an itch deep in her ass, the crude bandit biting a lip as a meaty fist had the possum by her long hair, keeping her pinned even as her sputtering ass pounded with forceful farts. Those fat copper butt cheeks trembled and jiggled again as she let rip, a splatter of sweat coming from the musky, filthy ass in a wave that made Texas nauseous even from a distance.

Copperbutt turned her head over her shoulder, her blue eyes full of delight as she bit her lip, scrunched up her face and unloaded another noxious booty blast. The **** of her ass ripping was strong enough to make her shoulder length black hair wave upwards as the *BBBRRRAAAPPPTTTT* came bubbling from her ass cheeks. Her spurred boots tapped against the ground as she rose to her tip toes and then slammed them back down to help empty her guts. Texas couldn’t risk the hostage, and clearly the possum wouldn’t last much longer. She had to make her move. She could demand Copperbutt release the hostage, but she didn’t seem the type to just let someone go. Alternatively, Texas could sneak in close and attack, but that meant getting close to that backside.