Get out of the way! (END)

No, the gun was too risky! Texas had to evade Brass before she could think of ending the fight. She rolled to the side and… quickly realized that Brass was far, FAR bigger than she remembered. His massively muscular body came crashing down on her pecs first, smashing her into weasel paste beneath his sweaty chest. He ground his body against the floor a bit, really savoring the feeling of smashing Texas into his chest, before slowly peeling himself back up off the floor.

“Heh, looks like you shoulda just stuck to dueling, little missy. Prolly woulda still lost, but you’da still had some honor, ‘stead of tryin to trick me.”

Brass chuckled as he snatched up his gun and holstered it, then peeled Texas off his bulging chest. He crushed the flattened weasel in his palms, rolling her like putty as he tried to figure out just what he’d do with her.

“Y’know I gotta say, a fight like that really gets the blood pumpin. Or maybe it’s just the booze. Either way I’m awful excited.”

Brass wasn’t lying, his black bullcock was flying full mast and he needed to plug a hole right quick before he got outta town. And lucky for him, there was a lady nearby that’d fit like a glove.

“Ey barmaid!” Brass called out, “How’d you fancy a bull ride?”

Annabelle, who had been completely passed out, sprung to life the moment she heard Brass calling her name. She hopped over the bar and couldn’t help squeal out in giddy glee at the suggestion.

“You bet yer big hunky ass!” Annabelle said, “I don’t even wanna wait, take me right here! I own this damn bar so if anyone cares they can GIT OUT!”

Annabelle bent herself over the bar and flipped up the back of her dress, giving her beefy butt an inviting slap. Brass snorted and looked to the squashed sheriff in his fist.

“Right now? Well I’d hate to keep a lady waiting, I just need some protection,” Brass said with a low chuckle, “You’ll help me out, won’tcha Texas?”

Not that she was in any position to argue as Brass stretched her, mouth-first over his throbbing manhood. It was a perfect fit, Texas’s pliable body stretched thin over his length to act as a weaselskin condom for plunging into Annabelle’s hungry holes. And he didn’t waste a second putting her to good use.

Most patrons fled the scene the moment Annabelle presented herself, but those brave (or horny enough) to stick around got to watch Annabelle get the patty pounding of a lifetime. Poor little Texas must’ve been in and out of each hole no less than twenty times before Brass blew his payload in Annabelle’s shitter. In doing so, he nearly drowned Texas in bull spunk and probably would’ve popped her like a cum balloon if she didn’t come loose inside of Annabelle’s ass. Of course, that was hardly a better fate, because it meant that she was lost deep down inside of Annabelle’s bowels, soaked in cum and filth.

Even her worst enemies agreed it was a shameful end for the weasel, every one of them except for Annabelle of course. She couldn’t have been happier, even if Brass skipped down the next day. While she waited for his return, she set her sights on finding another condom for him to use. Deputy April was gonna need to watch her back…