Hide inside of the wagon to ambush Copperbutt (End)

Texas smirked as she looked back at the wagon. The plan was simple, which was a good thing. She didn’t need to worry about complexity as she clambered up onto the wagon and crawled over to the front. She slid down onto her back and out of sight. Settling her hand on her gun she slipped it free and got it ready. Copperbutt would be taken completely off guard. Sure, she usually preferred to be up front, but with the bank involved it was important Copperbutt didn’t make it away with anything. Now all Texas had to do was wait.

Minutes ticked by, and the Sheriff found herself squirming a little. She hated staying in one place for too long. She knew the bandit was inside, what was taking her so long? Texas tapped a foot against the board on the side of the wagon as she started thinking about the rest of her day. She’d take Copperbutt over to the County Jail and leave her in the care of Warden Ramshackle, probably stop there for a free meal with the Guards if she timed it right. Then back to Gold Springs to finish her paperwork and prepare for a ride out tonight to see if she could catch some of Smiling Jack’s gang out rustling.

*SLAM* Texas jumped as a huge sack of gold slammed down beside her. That was close! It almost- *SSSPPLLAATT* Another big sack of golden bars was tossed into the wagon and landed right on top of her, pinning her down as it squashed out her middle. She wheezed and gasped, trying to shove at the bag pinning her down even as more thunked and slammed into the wagon around her. She’d been so distracted by her thoughts she hadn’t heard Copperbutt approaching, and now she knew why she’d taken so long! She must have bagged every gold bar in the vault.

Texas went for her revolver, pulling it from her hip and pointing it outwards when *SLAM* another gold bag landed on her outstretched arm, pinning it down and costing her a gun. “Oi, who’s this freeloader?” Copperbutt growled. Texas could barely see around the huge canvas sack squashing her down. The copper-coloured mare’s face appeared over it, with her blue eyes fixed in a glare. Then she noticed the badge squashed across Texas’s jacket. “Ha! You’re the Sheriff? Some plan you had here! Getting crushed under mah ill-gotten gains! I ain’t complainin’. Here, catch!”

“H-hol’ up a moment!” Texas squealed. The weasel couldn’t catch, but neither could she dodge as another huge sack of gold bars was tossed over the side. Her legs kicked as she tried to move them out of the way, but with another loud *SSSSPPPLLLAAATTT* her legs were flattened out. Texas shrieked as she felt them flatten, her shapely butt too being pressed into twin pancakes beneath her as the next sack was tossed atop the first. She was being buried alive! With only one hand free she batted desperately at the sack atop her middle, trying to shift it, “If’n ya know what’s good fer ya, you’ll stop right now and let me go!” Texas squealed, panic clear in her voice.

*SQUIISHHH* Texas’s other arm was buried beneath the last sack, Texas crushed from her neck to her toes, only her head left sticking out from the sacks of stolen gold. “How about nah. Ah think ah’ll do much better keeping all the gold, and mah new Sheriff Cushion. Ya just focus on crushin’ down real nice, ya hear?” Copperbutt replied. To make her point she slammed a meaty fist into the sack atop Texas, crushing the air from her lungs and flattening her midsection down even more to smoosh her boobs into dinner plates.

Copperbutt walked around to the front of the wagon and then mounted up. She hopped up into the seat up front, moving over to the middle. It was then Texas realised just what her head was resting beneath, the slats of the seat at the front of the wagon hovering directly above her and now so was Copperbutt’s fat ass. Two massive, sweaty copper cheeks trembled as they hung above Texas, the assless chaps only accentuating and squeezing the masses of booty blubber inwards. If she was wearing underwear, they were buried deep enough into her crack to hide any sight of them. All Texas saw was bare ass as the two cheeks slammed down onto the wooden seat with enough **** to make it *Creeeaaakkk* under the weight. The impact earned a splatter of stinking butt sweat, which dripped right through and onto Texas’s face.

“W-wait… mah deputy will hunt you down!” Texas babbled, her words attempting to reassure herself more than threatening Copperbutt. The enormous ass cheeks that almost filled the bench that would sit Texas three times over if she squeezed trembled as Copperbutt gritted her teeth. *PPPHHHLLRRRORRRBBRRAPPRRRTT* A hot gust of reeking gas came pumping from her ass, the bubbling stench rushing from her backside in a stinking deluge of rotten nastiness. Those huge sweaty cheeks wobbled and bounced, clapping on the seat as Texas’s face vanished in a putrid green cloud that reeked of rotten meat, musky ass sweat and cheap ****, all blended with expired chilli into a miasma so toxic her cheeks turned a similar shade of green near instantly.

“Ah, put a fart in it. Ah got a long ride back to mah hideout and that Annabelle at the Crushed Weasel served me up a huge heap of chilli!” Copperbutt declared, earning a **** cry from Texas below her before the next *PPPRRRLLLPPRRRBBBRRRTTT* came pounding out of her ass. Copperbutt whipped the four steeds in front of the wagon and with a whinny they all started to trot, and then quickly to canter. Texas squirmed and choked, barely able to cry out as she saw that fat ass above her jiggle and wobble as Copperbutt ripped another massive fart right in the trapped Sheriff’s face. Every breath of the filthy air burnt at Texas’s nostrils and seared her throat, the weasel **** and coughing with every breath.

Texas couldn’t move, the weasel pinned beneath the bags no matter how hard she struggled. She felt every rock the wagon bumped against, the gold bouncing up and splatting back down to crush her even further. Copperbutt also bounced up and down on her seat, earning another splatter of musky ass sweat. The thick, heavy fart following was another deluge of hot stink pumped straight from her backside and into Texas’s face and it proved to be one too many. Texas’s eyes rolled into her head and she slumped back with a groan.

Copperbutt’s snoring sounded like a buzzsaw. The fat mare was sitting on her couch, her plus sized ass taking up every single inch of it. Despite the plush, fancy looking cushions they were utterly soaked with sweat. Her huge gut trembled as another of her farts pounded out of her flanks with a *PPPRRBBRRAAPPRRTT* Thick clouds of green gushed out around her cheeks, blowing a familiar braided ponytail around which seemed right at the centre of her crack. The fart was so thick and bassy that Copperbutt actually snorted awake, the mare snorting with a groan. “Urgh, damn it, was dreamin’ of ruinin’ that weasel again,” she said with a shrug.

With a heft of her massive form, she rolled slightly across the sofa to grab a half-drunk bottle of beer. As her fat, sweaty butt peeled off of the couch cushions, they revealed a crushed, ass cheeks shaped tan cushion. Ass sweat had soaked into it enough to turn it grey, though green smears marked across it. Texas’s face was still embossed across the surface, her features slightly faded. Copperbutt rolled her ass back, the twin cheeks crushing Texas once more into shadow as the mare tipped the beer bottle and chugged from it. “Ahhh. Don’t matter how much money ya got. Cheap beer still has the best bite,” Copperbutt said as she relaxed back onto her seat once more.

Texas would remain Copperbutt’s cushion for decades. Wherever she ran with her stolen fortune the constant would always be cheap chili, bubbly beer and a long time sat on her fat ass fumigating out hotel rooms, train cars or wagons. No matter where her sweaty copper ass was parked, there was always a weasel cushion beneath her backside. Texas soaking in sweat and being blasted with gas for the rest of her long, unfortunate life. *FFFRRRRPPPRRRRRAAATT*