Hold (End)

She couldn’t do it alone. She needed an intervention. Something to draw their attention, or actually make this an even standoff. For now, though, the group could hear a pin drop. All were quiet, wondering who would move first, or what else, if anything was coming.

Then, something happened. A shadow fell over all of them for a fraction of a second. With a loud cry, a vulture took off from a perch just above them, and crossed over the sun, circling above. Tex narrowed her eyes, as did Roxxie. Butterscotch’s eyes, however, were drawn up to the bird.

With the mare distracted, Tex saw her chance! But no sooner had the mare looked up than a dusting of feathers fell into the canyon. One such feather landed right on Tex’s nose, which immediately got it twitching…

“Ngh…” Tex tried to keep her eyes, and her firearm, trained on the bandit. But her nose was twitching, and her eyes were watering. Roxxie seemed to pick up on it. “Trouble, Tex?” She smirked.

“Ro-CHOO!” Her response was cut off as she finally let out a sneeze. Before she could even look back up, her foe immediately tackled her to the ground, foregoing the gun. “Phew. Thought we were all gonna die of old age out here…” She leaned in with a grin. “Now, what to do with a scrawny weasel who sticks her nose where it don’t belong?”

“Grah! Get off me, Roxxie!” She tried to shove herself free, struggling against the larger bandit. Even trying to pound her fists against her chest. The roo shrugged off her blows, before spinning her upside down, and slamming her against the wall, knocking the wind out of her.

“I got it!” She squished her against the wall, before turning and crushing her against her back. Tex wailed out in shock, leaving a weasel-shaped indent in the sandstone. The roo then slid down her pants, revealing her musky rear. She grabbed the weasel’s ponytail, threading it between her legs, before pulling it up, in turn yanking Tex down, until her nose was right into her cheeks. Then, she pulled up her pants, sealing her head right against her very potent posterior. “Now to test it…”

FRRRRRRTTTT!!!!

Tex flailed and screamed against the roo’s body, getting blasted at point blank, with her pants keeping much of the stench in. “Ah. Perfect! You make a good fart cushion…” She took some rope, and bound the weasel’s body to her torso, keeping her there. “Well then, that’s our sheriff problem solved. Let’s get out of here.” She stood up, Tex now affixed to her completely.

She sauntered over to Butterscotch, and took a seat, squishing Tex’s head onto the fat horse a bit. “Let’s head on home.” She started to ride. But after a few steps, she cocked her leg.

BRRRRRPPPPTTTT!!!

Another volley of screams and cries rang out from Roxxie’s seat, arms writhing in vain. “Ahh… smells so nice up here…” To which her horse nodded in agreement.

She who hesitates is lost. Maybe a more proactive approach next time.