Her Lasso! (End)

Texas’ hand flew to her belt and she grabbed hold of her lasso. She was going to tie Roxie down before she could jump, and then make sure she was good and restrained. She’d haul the bandit back to her office later, once Rivercrest had been dealt with. Twirling the rope in her hand, she let it fly. With her aim as impeccable as ever, the rope landed around Roxie’s torso and slid tight, pinning her arms to her sides. Yes!

Roxie just looked a bit dumbfounded as the rope closed around her. As if Texas had just up and sprouted a second head! “Uh...Tex. I’m not usually one to give you pointers but ah...ya do realize I can still just jump, right? Here, lemme show you!”

Wait, shit! Texas let out a shout as her vice grip on that rope betrayed her, and she was yanked into the air as Roxie’s unbound lets simply carried the Kangaroo up as high as she could go. And then, as Roxie went down, Texas continued flying up past her, and splattered right against the ceiling! She wasn’t stuck there long though. Gravity was kind enough to peel the weasel off of the wall, but it wasn’t kind enough to stop her from just falling to the ground right in front of Roxie, who had escaped her bindings by now.

“Man, you’re really off your game today, huh?” Roxie asked with a chuckle as she stood over the smooshed weasel. “You should’ve known that wasn’t going to work on me. My strength’s aaalll in my legs after all! Miss Gildegarden’s really gotten to you, huh? Ah well, just means you’re easier to crush! And I'm all too happy to do that to you!”

Texas was struggling the entire time Roxie gave her monologue, and she was this close to managing to pull herself back together when a shadow loomed over her. The half unflattened weasel looked up to see Roxie’s gigantic ass looming right over her. “N-no wait a-MMMMMM!”

Roxie wasn’t in the mood to hear Texas try to talk herself out of this one. No, she was eager to make the sheriff her personal toy for the rest of her life. She ground her ass up and down, really making sure Texas was squished against the cold cement of the factory floor. Texas’ muffled cries and gags as she was **** to breathe in Roxie’s horrible ass musk were music to Roxie’s ears. She wanted to savour this moment, so she spent a good while just grinding her posterior on Texas, letting her suffer on the smell of unwashed ass. After all this time, she was finally going to be rid of Texas for good. It was understandable she’d want to celebrate this by just enjoying Texas’ suffering! The workers continued around her as though nothing was happening. After all, they had been conditioned to keep working so long as their supervisors didn;t give them other instructions.

Eventually, Roxie started to get bored of just smothering Texas. She was ready to kick things up a notch! Her gut was full of gas, and now Texas was going to get to breathe in every last bit of it! Roxie clenched her fists and started to let loose, hitting Texas with a massive expulsion of gas that would have sent the weasel flying nearly as far as that kick did earlier, had she not already been flattened against the ground! The fetid, rotten-egg stench stung Texas’ nostrils and only made her coughs and screams more frequent and audible. At least, they would have been audible were it not for the fact that Roxie was continuing to cover them up with bombastic butt-bombs that hurt Texas’ ears almost as much as her nose! Okay...not really, because the smell was freaking gut-wrenching but still! It made her ears ring and certainly didn’t help with the dizziness that Roxie’s gas was inflicting on her. It was like a never-ending storm of stink that Texas just couldn’t escape from! Her screams started getting weaker as more smell just pounded her poor nose. There wasn’t any getting out of this. All Texas could do now...was succumb.

Roxie gave a wide, toothy grin as Texas fainted beneath her ass. That really sealed the deal now. Texas was going to have a long, agonizing, and smelly life ahead of her! But first, Roxie had a threat to make good on!

When Texas woke up, she was surprisingly less flat than she had been before she passed out. She thought she’d be a permanent facet of Roxie’s wardrobe by now. However, Texas soon realized why she wasn’t warming up a kangaroo’s ass right now. She was in a stable, Roxie was right next to her, and there was a very familiar and very large horse in the stall in front of her, looking almost as malicious as her beloved rider. Butterscotch had been living in here, eating fancy horse chow that, if Roxie was to be believed, did horrible things to her stomach. Needless to say, Texas had never been this terrified in her life. Especially since she knew there was nowhere to run now.

And in fact, Roxie was glad to punctuate this point by grabbing Texas by her coat and hoisting her up. Face to face with the weasel, Roxie started to taunt her, “Oi, about time ya woke back up! You’ve been out for at least an hour! If my gas did all that to you, I can’t imagine how badly Butterscotch’s farts are going to mess you up, Tex!”

Texas was actively trembling in terror as Roxie began to push her face forward, even more so once Butterscotch turned around and aimed the deadly weapon that was her ass at Tex! “R-Roxie please! I-MMPH!”

Once more, Texas’ pleas for mercy were abruptly cut off. Her face was shoved right against Butterscotch’s pucker, and Roxie cackled at her! “Please what, Tex? Please...let you huff Butterscotch’s farts till you croak? Well, I dunno if farts can kill a person, but I’m willing to find out just for you, Tex! Let 'er rip, girl!"

Butterscotch was more than happy to oblige. Texas could already hear the massive equine's gut churning up something unbelievably vile. She knew it was futile, but blind panic demanded that she continue shoving and pounding on Butterscotch's butt, desperately clinging onto the hope that by some miracle she would be saved.

But there were no more miracles for Texas. Just horse farts.

The first one thundered out of Butterscotch's ass with such tremendous **** that Texas surely would have ended up as a stain on the back wall were it not for Roxie holding her there. Even with Texas' face absorbing most of it, a heinous cloud of atomic horse farts still clouded the room, making Roxie retch and rapidly try fanning the air with her hat, to no avail.

"J-jeez girl, you r-really are...ngh, trying to kill her, huh?"

Butterscotch's only reply was to flick her tail and unleash another monstrous maelstrom of methane, further polluting the air in the stable with her stench, and hers alone. The other poor horses inside were starting to thrash and collapse, overwhelmed by Butterscotch's gas. Even Roxie was having trouble staying awake as each breath subjected her brain to more stink! The kangaroo gal swayed dizzily, trying to stay tough, but there was no fighting against this unbridled stink. Roxie fell down and collapsed in the dirt and hay, knocked out by her own horse's farts.

This would have been great for Texas. An opportunity to escape now that she wasn't being held in place by Roxie! If it weren't for the fact that by now, she was just leaning limply against Butterscotch's ass. The smell that Roxie and the other horses were made to endure was nothing compared to the raw onslaught of unfiltered horse gas that Texas was subjected to. By the end of the first fart, she had already felt the smell sizzling her brain as it struggled to even comprehend what the fuck she was smelling. By the second, nearly all her thought processes had been thoroughly fried so that all Texas could do was whimper and ****, even as the hand forcing her to sniff released her.

Then the third fart came, and this one really did blast Texas off of Butterscotch's ass! Unfortunately by then, it was far too late. The renewed stench attacking her brain fully annihilated any mental faculties she may have had left at that point. She lay in the dirt in a limp, braindead heap as the full might of Butterscotch's farts was now free to spread into the stable! The wood was starting to warp, and any horse that hadn't already fainted was quick to do so, leaving nobody awake but Butterscotch and the braindead weasel who used to be sheriff.

With a satisfied whinny, Butterscotch reached her mouth over the gate to her stall and unlocked it. The massive equine walked right out of that stall and stood towering over Texas, momentarily enjoying the blank stare, trail of drool, and green tinted fur Texas now had. Texas could only babble incoherently as that ass from hell was hovered over her body...

And slammed down.

Roxie awoke hours later to the sight of a ruined barn, weak looking horses, and a flat weasel letting Butterscotch grind her into the dirt. Shit, Rivercrest was going to be pissed about this. But honestly that was secondary to her victory over Texas! "Good job, Butterscotch!" She called to her horse, getting a delighted whinny in response. Roxie was quick to take the flattened sheriff and fashion her into the perfect new saddle for her steed. She took great care in making sure that her nose made up the piece closest to Butterscotch's ass, just to ensure that the mindbroken lawlady would get to suffer both Roxie AND Butterscotch's vile expulsions whenever either girl felt the need.

And, while Rivercrest was a bit miffed about the state of her stables, she also dismissively sent for builders to make another one! She was more just upset that the two hadn't asked permission before ruining the place! All was forgiven though when she saw Roxie's new saddle. Texas had been dealt with, and now Rivercrest was free to turn the people out in the West into all the products and slaves she wanted! After all, the NEW sheriff was completely under her power now...

The only regret Roxie had was that Texas was incapable of mourning her defeat. She wasn't really capable of anything other than huffing ass like the idiot she was anymore. After all, she did think that binding Roxie's arms was helpful somehow!