Fortune Favours The Bold! Through The Front! (End)

Fortune favours the bold, and Texas had beaten Roxxie many times before. She would make this quick and brutal. The weasel sheriff ran up to the door, then booted it open with a heavy kick.

"FREEZE, YA VARMIN-" She paused as her mind briefly registered the kangaroo gut in front of her, before it slammed into her a split second later with the **** of a mule kick, sending her flying backwards into the hard dirt. The weasel slammed down with a grunt, her gun bouncing out of her hand and stars spinning around her head. However, she was just lucid enough to see the grinning kangaroo crouch down, then launch herself into the air with her powerful legs. As Texas watched in a dazed horror, Roxxie sailed through the air and curled herself into a cannonball, her massive butt aimed at Texas with pinpoint accuracy. The last thing the sheriff saw was the giant roo rump filling up her entire vision before-

SQUISH!!

Roxxie snorted with laughter as she ground her butt down on her most hated enemy, enjoying the delicious squelching and crunching noises as she reduced Texas's body to a pathetic pancake.

"Oi, you're just in time, Tex." She snorted with malicious glee. "I was just thinking how hard Butterscotch's saddle is on my ass, but now I have a nice, soft, weasel-fur cushion!" Underneath her, Texas screamed and protested, but was quickly silenced by Roxxie clenching her ass cheeks together, squishing the weasel even further, before getting up and walking to the stables.

Once inside, the bandit wasted no time in grabbing her large leather saddle and saddling up her beloved Butterscotch, making sure to grind her sweaty cheeks together as much as possible during the process. When the massive mare was finally saddled up, Roxxie reached back and peeled the squashed sheriff out of her ass, grinning as she hung limply in her grasp.

"I'll make sure to take the long route, just for you." Roxxie said with a grin. Texas barely managed to summon the energy for a weak mewling whimper before Roxxie slapped her down onto the saddle, which was big enough to fit the entire sheriff's body with room to spare, and mounted up, her fat kangaroo butt slamming down on Texas once again. Butterscotch whinnied in delight at the situation as Roxxie urged her forwards out of the stables, the constant motion of the horse causing the sheriff to be constantly ground flatter and flatter by the bandit's butt.

"Hot today, huh, sheriff? My butt's gonna be getting real swampy, real quick. But I'm sure you can soak that up for me. After all, you've got nothing better to do for the rest of the day..."

A long time later, as the sun was beginning to sink below the horizon, Roxxie slowly rode back into her hideout. It had been one of her most successful heists ever, having ended up with two saddlebags filled to the brim with gold nuggets. She had also run into the sheriff's deputy trying to defend the carriage and had happily trampled the fox into the dirt until she was a whimpering mess.

Roxxie dismounted her loyal steed, then turned to examine her saddle cushion, grinning in delight at what she saw. Due to all the heat and squashing, the weasel sheriff had become fused with the leather saddle, to the point where she now looked like an elaborate decal painted on to the seat. Roxxie ran a hand over the weasel's face, which was a perfect portrait of disgusted horror, and was overjoyed to find that she could not feel the difference between sheriff and seat.

"I think I just got myself a new favourite saddle, Butterscotch! Welcome to your new life, Tex. Beneath me!"