Georgia (End)

(Originally by Zucca Xerfantes)

"To be honest, Sheriff, I'd hoped that it would be you making the purchase!" Cleo beamed as she took the ensemble off the mannequin, bagging it all and replacing Georgia's hat with the new foxtail hat.

The new law in town winked at the hippo. "I had plenty of green after generous kickbacks from honest local businesspeople! They like things being more relaxed around here and showed their gratitude in the wagonload!"

One of the last shreds of dignity and hope holding Panties tormented psyche broke at learning this. Was she too strict? Too harsh? Had she made the town worse? There was no way... it couldn't be true...

Were she and April... better off this way?

Georgia heard the muffled whine from the bag as she carried it out, paying the dressmaker.

"Oh don't be like that, Panties. Heh... I like yer' new name. Suits ya'. You'n April just kept throttling that hornet's nest. Somethin' had to give eventually, and it wasn't gonna be those stronger than ya' both." She guffawed.

They got to their new home and Georgia undressed promptly. "Oh babies... I am gonna enjoy the HELL outta this. Cleo says you're made of durable stuff, so I can wash ya' in a snap'n you'll be clean as a whistle. Ready for sweaty fun-times all over again!"

She slid the socks that had been April's Bra's calves and gloves that had been her forearms, stretching the material tightly around her limbs.

"Oh yeah... that's some fine material right there!" She chuckled, then took out Texas Panties, twirling her around a finger, making her nice and dizzy...

She held up the law woman-turned slinky undergarment to her face, grinning. "Deep down in your heart of hearts, Panties, you knew this was going to be the outcome. You're better this way and we both know it. Certainly more useful!"

Panties felt herself lowered down, and felt one obese mare calf step through one of her legholes, then the other, already feeling the gooey sweat clinging to the new sheriff's skin.

Then the journey upward began, towards the place she would spend the majority of the rest of her life in.

"Ohhhhh yeah....." Georgia moaned.

"Ooooohhhhhh...." Panties couldn't help herself.

"Well land sakes, Panties... you're learning your place and decidin' to enjoy your new, proper life, aint'cha? I didn't expect that outta ya', truth be told. Figured your stubborn ass would be kicking and screaming all the while. Guess I broke you in pretty well, huh?" Georgia chuckled, but gave the inside and front of her new underwear... which was where Panties' pussy had been... a soft stroke.

"Mmmrrrmmmph...." Panties whimper-moaned.

"Atta girl! I'm glad ya've come around and see this is where you belong..." Georgia cooed, drawing Panties over her enormous, jiggling thunder thighs.

The part of Panties that hated the surrender, the submission, the calm, was becoming quieter and quieter...

.. and it silenced as Panties was drawn up over Georgia's ass, fitting perfectly. Panties' face was stretched across her former deputy's backside from the middle of one cheek all the way across to the other, their muffs pressed together, offering both continuous stimulation when worn.

Panties relaxed, feeling more complete and whole and ironically, free, than ever before in her life. Free from responsibility, worry, concern...

She smiled as her former deputy patted her own ass through her, the marvelous new panties...

"Well now... bet you're feelin' like an idjit for not letting me make you two my underwear years ago, eh? Heh heh heh heh..." Georgie snickered, then fished Bra out of the bag.

She looked at Panties, who had a look of surrendered bliss, whimpering meekly as the mare held her in front of her face too.

"I had a nice gig going before you showed up, cutie. But hey... no hard feelings. It all worked out in the end, didn't it? You got to taste the small town life and see what it's really like out here. Now you're property, like ya' should be." The mare chided.

Bra whined as she was unclasped in the front, eyes becoming further apart as Georgia slung her arms through Bra's loops, then meeped as her naked skin was pressed tight to the mare's sweaty cleavage, smooshing it together...

"Mmrrrmmmph....!" Bra groaned.

"Mmmmm.... leddit hawppun, Bwa... dish ish bedduh..." Panties swooned, sweat from her rightful owner giving her a glossy, oily sheen.

Bra finally got clasped, tightly holding the enormous bounty at bay.

"There we go!" Georgia chuckled, then grabbed the sleeveless coat that had been Panties' hair, putting it on.

She studied herself in the mirror, dressed in nothing but her former colleagues whose muffled moans and groans sounded like pure honey to the mare's ears.

"Yanno... apart from my boots, I don't think I wanna wear anything else over you two. This is a damned fine look for me..." The new sheriff vainly preened.

Bra felt the fullness of Georgia's bust smooshing against her, glossing her up in sweat too. The warmth, the slick skin on skin, the way Georgia cupped her breasts through her and let them bounce...

Bra couldn't help it...

SPLURT!

Georgia looked down in surprise where a splatter of girlcum had added to the slick canyon of cleavage, then laughed. "Heh heh... hahahahaw!!! Popped your cherry, eh Bra? Even Panties had more restraint than you! Heh heh. Welcome to the ensemble!" She cackled.

That was the moment Bra gave up and let go, following her sheriff's example.

And so it was that a golden age of crime came to Golden Springs, and every time the Marshals or Rangers came to lay down the law, Cleo found fresh new material to make more amazing undergarments.

Georgia paid good money to have the names Texas Stanton and April Briggs erased from every record in America, right up to the census in DC.

No record that they had ever existed remained.

And Bra and Panties couldn't have possibly cared less, having found true meaning and purpose as the underwear of their superior.