Go Over and Scare the Horses to Create a Distraction (END)

Texas looked over at the horses and nodded her head. There were six horses, discounting the two on the wagon. Shouldn’t be too hard to spook. While she didn’t have her gun, she’d dealt with horses enough times to know how to spook them. She crept closer, moving from her boulder hiding place to a closer cactus. Pausing there she checked the way was still clear before she pushed up even closer. She made it to the horses, taking cover behind the wagon and waiting a moment. Still the rhino hadn’t returned, and she couldn’t see any of the others.

Reaching into her jacket pocket, Texas pulled out a can of air freshener. She’d been purchased this as a gift from April to try and deal with the stinks in the Sheriff Office, but it barely made a dent. One thing she’d noticed when spraying it was how it spooked her horse, which made it perfect here. Texas circled around the wagon, then sprayed it at the horse. There was a sudden whinny of terror as it heard the noise and saw the spark of movement. It reared up, and then so did the horse next to it as the reaction spread through the horses like wildfire.

The wagon pulling horses pushed into a gallop, pounding away from Texas as they fled away from the train, and then the other horses started to run in all directions. Texas’s fool proof plan didn’t feel so fool proof when one of the horses made straight for her. She yelped, spraying the can, but it was already incensed, and she could only try and shield her face as a large hoof hovered in front of her. *KER-SSSPPLLAATT* The horse stamped down on her face, giving her a black eye as she spun around and hit the ground, landing on her back. The horse ran past her, galloping away as Texas groaned, her head spinning.

Then came another horse. Texas’s eyes focused on the pounding hooves heading straight for her. “W-wait!” she yelped, holding up her hands when *SPLAT. SQUISH. SSQQUUAASSHH.* A hoof slammed down onto her left leg, and then another onto her right. Her shapely thighs were stamped downwards and flattened outwards as they were stomped into the dirt. Her open palmed hands followed, forehooves stomping right into them and squashing her arms backwards, flattening them under the heavy horse hooves.

The panicked horse’s forehooves missed her head, but Texas wasn’t so luck with its hind hooves. *KER-SSSMMMOOOSSHH* The hoof pounded down onto her face, stamping onto her muzzle and slamming into her flattened head as she was pasted across the ground by the panicked horse. Texas could only twitch as the horse galloped away, fleeing from the train.

“What’s goin’ on?! Someone grab the horses!” A yell came from the back of the train. Texas tried to pick herself up, to peel herself off of the ground. Then she heard the slamming of boots and saw four of the Mayor’s goons running for her. Or rather they were running for the horse that had just run her down. Texas let out a muffled cry but it was drowned out by their yelling as they ran right over her. *SPLAT. SMOOSH. SQUASH.* Texas was trampled by a stampede of booted feet. The soles stomped onto her, squashing her outwards as she was trampled by them. For a moment a cloud covered her squashing form, and when it dispelled it revealed a spinning eyed carpet of weasel spread across the ground.

Texas groaned weakly, when two more booted feet stomped down right in front of her. The rhino looked down at her with a wide grin. “Well, well, look what the horses dragged in. Having fun down there, Sheriff?” she asked, her booming voice echoing out. She dropped to one knee and then pushed her hands against the flattened Texas. With a shove she started to roll her up, Texas curling over herself like a rug, ending up as a tan scroll with two blinking eyes. “I think Vivian’ll know what to do with you…”

“Are all the horses back?” Vivian asked, the lynx looking over the panting bandits before her to see a lot of nodding heads. “Excellent. And we still have the safe?”

“Yes, boss, and I got a little surprise for you,” the Rhino said with a grin. She lead Vivian’s white horse over, her hands gripping the reins. On its back was its custom, cushioned saddle, and spread across it was a new tan coating. Two blinking eyes and a wobbly mouth marked it as the good Sheriff of Gold Springs now spread over Vivian’s saddle.

A smile crossed the lynx’s mouth. “Oh my, you shouldn’t have!” she declared as she approached her horse. “Well, well, Texas. Here I thought you were a stain down in Coyote Canyon. Honestly, I’m glad you’re not, since now we get to have another chance to get to know one another,” Vivian said with a smirk. She turned to the others. “Mount up! We’ve got what we need. You two, go find Georgia, no doubt Texas didn’t let her fall and she can still be of some use. Everyone else, take this to the mountain hideout,” Vivian ordered. “I’m heading back to town.”

Horses spurred into action, the wagon wheels creaking as the cart began to roll out. Texas meanwhile was gifted a perfect view of Vivian’s large backside. The lynx swung her legs over her horse, her wide backside casting Texas into shadow. She stared up at the wide, wobbling glutes, carefully contained by a pair of stylish pants. At least they were until a hand reached back and gripped the back of the waistband and yanked them down. “I don’t do this for everyone, Sheriff. Consider yourself privileged,” Vivian remarked as she exposed the sweaty tan masses of her backside. “I don’t know how you wear tight pants like these all day,” she remarked, before letting her booty crash down.

*KER-SSPPLLAATT* Those two heavy cheeks slammed down onto the saddle, spreading around Texas’s face as her crushed features ended up smooshed up into the depths of Vivian’s ass crack. The two bubbly butt cheeks perched on the rest of her crushed form, sweat soaking into Texas’s squashed body as Vivian’s fat ass settled down on top of her. Those plus sized cheeks pancaked out, booty spilling out until it completely blanketed every inch of the weasel.

“Ahhh, oh yes… weasel fur is truly a delight,” Vivian sighed, giving her cheeks a firm grind, rolling to the left, then the right. Her booty squashed across the already flattened weasel like two soft, sweaty steamrollers. “Absorbent, soft… let’s see how it holds up to a bit of stink.” The lynx bit her lip as she clenched her gut and let loose a bubbly *Prrrbbrrrrtttt* right into Texas’s face. The hefty cheeks wobbled and rippled as the thick burst of rank green gas pounded from the Mayor’s oversized butt and all over Texas.

Vivian paused to sniff the air, then smirked as she couldn’t seem to smell anything. “And you pass the test expertly, Sheriff. Yes, I’m sure Gold Springs will mourn the disappearance of their Sheriff, but I certainly appreciate having you as my new saddle. I’ll have to ride more often,” Vivian declared with a grin. She pressed her boots into the side of her steed and spurred her mare to set off. Hooves galloped as she began the ride back to Gold Springs.

The whole way Texas was subjected to the slight bouncing of Vivian’s ass, to the way those cheeks rolled across her, squashing and smooshing with every rise and fall. The blubbery butt was like a squishy hammer, rising and falling on Texas, each impact coming with light *splats* and *squishes* as the booty bounced up and down. Every few bounces another thick, sputtering *FFFRRRPRRRTT* bubbled from her cheeks, slamming into Texas’s face to flood her nostrils with the stench of Vivian’s swamp ass.

As Vivian promised she’d go riding more often in future, mostly thanks to her new saddle. Whenever she needed to think she’d take her horse for a ride about town, ass grinding and butt blasting into her saddle. All while Sheriff Georgia made sure nobody even dared look at the hefty lynx as she paraded around town.