Hold her Horse Hostage (End)

“Roxxie!” She called out, cocking her gun. “You better come out, or I can’t guarantee the safety of your horse.”

“Really, sheriff? ****? What was that thing about means and ends and all that? You’re a crooked cop, Texas!” Roxxie stepped out with her hands up.

Her words did strike a bit of a blow to her pride. She didn’t really have much left, after all that happened. “Ya made me do this… now come here with your hands in the air.”

“Hmph… I’m telling the mayor about this…” She grumbled. Nevertheless, she walked forward with her hands up.

Tex grit her teeth. The last thing she wanted was some audit from that troublesome lynx. “I’m sure, she’ll understand…” She retorted, more to reassure herself than anything. “Now turn around, hands behind your back…” She growled. Roxxie got in close, and turned around, offering the sheriff her hands. But the Roo’s ears perked a bit, at the sound of gurgling. She tried to hide a smile.

“Yanno, sheriff. You did pretty well on this one.” Roxxie complimented her, then she twitched a bit, knocking the cuffs to the ground.

Tex snapped at her. “Hey! No funny tricks! Just go along with it! You lost fair and square now…” She pulled her gun again.

“What’s the matter? Nervous I’m gonna fart on you the moment you bend down to pick those up?” She smiled at her tauntingly. “Me? Do that? You’d sooner fart than me.”

Tex huffed. “You better not!” She warned. Although, looking down at the cuffs, they had fallen quite conspicuously between her beefy thighs. She would have to bend down to get them, but that would put her in the direct line of fire.

Roxxie’s ears were still listening closely, hearing that mysterious gurgling rise to dangerous levels. “...Ok. I promise I won’t fart on you. Go ahead and cuff me, sheriff. I’m ready…”

“...Thanks…” Tex very slowly reached down, eyes more trained on her than the manacles. She fought many a scoundrel, but Roxxie was among the most devious. Thankfully, she managed to grab them, and true to her word, Roxxie had kept things clean. “Alright…” She put a cuff on one hand, then the other.

“Good job, Tex.” She grinned. Then, she threw her ass backwards, booty-checking her and throwing her back. Tex yelled, before colliding with something soft. And that something happened to be Butterscotch’s **** gassy ass! Tex’s ears perked as that rear gurgled so much it shook her very hat off her head. But that was just a precursor of what was to come. Butterscotch had been brewing up a bomb…

KAA-FRRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTT!!!!!

Tex was hit point blank by one of Butterscotch’s most devious sleep farts, polluting the entire area. She could even complain or scream, before she was gassed full ****. Roxxie laughed, and hobbled over. “Well that’s the end of that… where are her keys?” She held her breath, and poked her head into the green miasma, looking for the sheriff’s body. She hoped that Butterscotch butt blast hadn’t melted them. To her surprise, she found the keys. They were still in the hand of a very much intact and alive sheriff. Snickering, she yanked the keys off of her and uncuffed herself. “Damn. Still alive? Tenacious one, you are, but thankfully, you won’t be after this…” She picked up the weasel, and got her ready...

...

When Tex woke up, she was in a dark place. Tight, too. And to make matters worse, she was tied up! She squirmed, and tried to scream, only to find that her mouth had been **** open! Her cuffs were jammed in her jaws, and tied in place with a length of rope, in a makeshift ring gag. The only thing she could move was her legs, as she squirmed. Then, she heard a muffled voice.

“So, you’re finally awake, Tex?” Roxxie Roo’s voice was muted but unmistakable. “And I’m guessing you’re wondering where you are…”

As Tex’s eyes adjusted, she noticed it was a bit pink… and fleshy. Her face paled. “If you guessed a gassy mare’s butt, you’d be correct. And well, she ain’t too happy with your stunt earlier.” Tex heard a snort, and to her horror, she realized that this lunatic roo had stuffed her in Butterscotch. And the gurgling echoing all around her did not bode well.

“Alright girl, she’s awake. I know you’ve been saving up for her. So why not show her what happens to crooked sheriffs?” She pat the mare’s belly, hearing it slosh and churn. Tex immediately started to squirm, but it was to no avail.

FBBBRRRRRRRTTTTT!!!

The fart hit her point blank. With no way to close her mouth or cover her nose, the potent gas seared her throat and nostrils mercilessly. It was the first of many, though, and the pressure against Tex’s face was building.

PRRRRBBBT! FFFRRRRRTTT!! PLLLLBBBT!!!

Every fart **** more gas through her body, down her nose and mouth into her lungs, and even overflowing to her stomach. She teared up as the hot fetid blasts broke along her face, and **** their way into her, tainting her inside and out. But it seemed almost endless! Tex could feel the pressure on her stomach as more and more vapors were **** fed to her.

Meanwhile, Roxxie was watching from the outside, where not a single wisp of horse gas had leaked out. She had left Tex’s rear hanging out, and for good reason. Her legs kicked and flailed, as each blast of butterscotch’s butt fumes brought her pain anew. But that wasn’t all. She was getting quite saturated, and it was only a matter of time, until...

PRRRT!

In an unprecedented move, Sheriff Texas Stanton… farted. She’d been filled with so much gas, that it had demanded an exit. Roxxie snickered. “My my, Tex. Mind your manners!” She spanked the weasel rump, eliciting another choked cry from within, and shoving her deeper in. Butterscotch whinnied at the feeling, letting out a hefty one right into Tex.

“Hope you enjoy being a fart filter for a bit. Though… you won’t last the day. Haha!” Roxxie sneered. “Come on, Butterscotch, we wasted enough time here...”

The fat mare nodded, before making a funny face. A second later, another toot **** its way out of the sheriff plug, as her legs stiffened up.

“That’s my girl!” She tickled her chin. “Alright.” She got on one knee, and started to massage the horse’s gut lovingly. “One more. And make it count. I want it to fry Texas, inside and out.”

Butterscotch nodded, pointing her rear up, while the roo rubbed her gut, agitating it. Rumbles and gurgles abounded in her messy plumbing, as the duo readied themselves to take care of their most hated adversary.

Tex let out a sigh of relief, as the gassing stopped. Her gut was bloated out with mare gas, and her insides were aching from the ****. Any respite from the hell, she would take. That did not last long, however, as the sounds of gurgling sounded just ahead of her, soon sounding off all around her. She begged through her gag, kicking her legs more violently than ever, pleading for her life.

“Alright, Butterscotch…” Roxxie held her nose and took a step back. “Fire away!” The mare nodded, and gave one big grunt, before a look of relief spread across her face. Her fat bloated stomach started to deflate, all the while the sheriff was flailing madly. It was the final throes of an utterly defeated weasel, for the worst was what came next.

BRRRRRRRRFFFFFFTTTTT!!!

Once again, her legs stiffened up, and this time, her rear exploded. Horrible fumes flew out of her now shredded pants at a rate unbecoming of a dainty and shapely sheriff. Roxxie was hollering laughing, seeing the sheriff suffer such humiliation and actual fetid torment. “Pardon you, missy!”

And when it was over, her legs went limp, her bare underwear hanging loosely on her rear. “Well, that’s the end of that… what’s that?” The bandit leaned in toward her mount. “You want to keep her in there? Well alright. It’s not like she has anywhere to be. Ever again.” Cackling cruelly, she hopped up on her trusty steed, and smiled. “Onward!”

And thus Tex was reduced to an exhaust pipe. That rowdy roo would never let threatening her horse slide.