Horsing Around (End)

Ronnie whistled as he strolled through the town. There were worse ways to spend an afternoon than taking a walk. Especially since it helped him map out the town. The sun hung high in the air, beating down on the town its intensive heat. He wiped the sweat from his forehead, wishing he had a hat with a wider brim. His bowler hat didn’t provide much protection from the sun’s light.

A deep, rumbling growl made him freeze on the spot. It sounded like a bear. Not one of the people kind, but the feral ones. His head snapped towards the source of the sound. He sighed in relief when he saw it wasn’t a feral bear, but someone collapsed in a heap in an alley. She was a very large horsewoman with very light coffee-brown fur and a cream tone on her front. Her pants strained to contain her mammoth thighs. Her grey button shirt was on its last legs. Her hefty gut has burst out of the lower part of her shirt, popping those buttons long ago. And the top ones didn’t look like they would last much longer. Her shirt was stretched so tight, it failed to fully cover her chest. Her watermelon-sized breast bulged out from the gaps between the buttons. Her long dark brown hair looked almost like a mohawk, but instead of spiking upward, it trailed down her back. Right now, she passed out in a nest of glass bottles. The stench of cheap beer was thick in the air. It didn’t take a genius to put two and two together. She seemed completely out of it, occasionally letting out deep, rumbling snore.

Ronnie considered just continuing on his patrol, but he figured at least trying to keep the streets clean would go a long way in getting in the sheriff’s good graces.

“Oi! You!”

The woman groaned as she turned in her sleep, but she didn’t wake up.

“Hey! I’m talking to you!”

Finally, she **** herself to sit up and open her eyes. They were still unfocused. Whatever she was drinking last night was still in her system. She groaned as she rubbed her forehead. “I can’t believe I drank that entire crate of beer… It was worth it, though.”

“Well, now that you’ve had your fun, you can sleep your hangover off somewhere else,”

She ignored him as she climbed to her feet and dusted herself off. The confidence Ronnie felt immediately evaporated when she rose to her full height. She was at least twice his height and heavy enough to pound him flat as easily as a fly. Once she got the worst of the dust off of her, her black eyes focused on him. “And who do you think you are, runt?”

Before he could answer, her eyes lasered in on the bronze star pinned on his chest. In a flash, her arm shot out and her meaty hand wrapped around his neck. She hoisted him into the air while his legs kicked helplessly. His hands clawed around her iron grip, but he couldn’t budge her fingers by an inch.

“It ain’t bad enough Texas kicks me out of my job, but she’s adding another runt to the department? I could pound you into paste blindfolded and with one arm tied behind my back,” she growled as he brought him close to her face. Her breath was humid and the stench of cheap beer nearly made him pass out then and there. His face was covered in a layer of foul moisture as it rolled over him. She jabbed a thumb a badge pinned to her shirt that he hadn’t noticed before. His vision was being to grow blurry, but he could barely make out the name Georgia engraved on it.

The situation just went from bad to worse. He renewed his efforts to try to peel her fingers off his neck. He just needed to explain himself before it was too late.

She scooped up one of the empty glass bottles that littered the ground around her. She grinned at him. “I’m going to make you regret ever sitting foot in my town, runt.”

Georgia held the bottle below him and shoved him down. With a squelch, his legs were **** into the bottle. Ronnie’s eyes widened as he fought with all his might, but Georgia didn’t notice at all. With another shove, his entire lower half was shoved into the bottle. His eyes darted left and right frantically, trying to spot anyone or anything to help him, but they were completely alone.

Another shove, another squelch, and only his head was sticking out of the bottle. His body felt incredibly tight as it was compressed in upon itself. Georgia grinned at him as she raised her hand. Ronnie looked up at her in terror, hoping to find at least one shred of mercy in her cold black eyes. But he found none. Only sadistic glee. She slammed the top of his head with the palm of her hand, forcing him entirely into the bottle. His vision became distorted and hazy from the glass bottle. She **** the last bits of him with a finger, leaving him truly stuck. The only thing he could see clearly was Georgia leering at him with a smile.

“It ain’t over yet. Time to give you a taste of a real sheriff,” she said as she took a deep breath, pursed her lips, and raised the bottle.

For a moment, he thought she was about to eat him, but what came next was worse. She wrapped her lips around the opening. After a short delay, she let out a deafening belch, and Ronnie was right at the source. He was pounded into the bottle with a hurricane of breath. His sense of smell was brutally assaulted with the mind-melting smell of cheap sour beer. His stomach was tossing and turning. With nowhere for the air to escape from, the temperature inside the bottle quickly skyrocketed. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he was hopelessly overwhelmed by something as simple as a belch.

Just when he thought it would never end, it stopped just as quickly as it began. Georgia lowered the bottle and peered at its contents. She let out a deep, taunting laugh. “If only you could look at yourself! Was that too much for you, runt? You’re practically falling apart!”

True to her word, Ronnie was more goo than a raccoon at this point. His finer features began to blend together, and his body began to stick to the sides of the bottle. The gas had been pounded into his goo with so much ****, it has been infused with it.

“It ain’t over yet! Ready for the grand finale? Say something if you’re not,” she taunted.

Ronnie wasn’t even sure if his mouth was still intact.

“Music to my ears.”

Georgia pulled down the back of her pants, letting her cheeks burst free. Ronnie’s eyes widened as she began lowering him into the carnivorous crack. It was big enough that even if he wasn't compressed into a bottle, he still would have fit with room to spare. His world was plunged into darkness as his prison sank into where the sun didn’t shine. He continued to sink and sink until he felt some resistance. But Georgia was no quitter. Another shove and he heard a pop as his prison was lodged into something. Part of him knew where it was lodged in, especially considering the smell, but his mind refused to accept it. He was thankful it was too dark to see.

On the outside, Georgia had a wide, relaxed smile on her face. Her cheeks were burning hot with a deep blush as she shoved the bottle as deep as it would go without losing it. Her smile took on a sadistic edge as she felt her gut grumble. This was almost as much fun as torturing the weasel. Shame she intended on making this game the final one. The grumbling became louder and louder until she let him have it. She unleashed everything she had on the raccoon. Her fart must have been heard all across the town, but there was no smell. Because of course, it was all focused on Ronnie. Georgia’s burp had been the worst thing he smelled in his life, and her gas was twice as bad, at least. He could barely comprehend how something so foul could exist, much less come from another person. And the heat was practically scorching. It began to melt down his body until it was completely reduced to a pile of sludge.

“Alright, time to see what’s left of ya.”

With a pop, Georgia pulled the bottle free from her ass and pulled it out. She winced as the stench made her eyes water, but she **** herself to bring it in front of her. The only thing that remained of Ronnie were his eyes, floating in the sludge. They looked up at Georgia pitifully, which is all he could do. His grey color had been completely replaced with a sickly green hue. Her gas has completely been infused into his body, or rather what was left of it. His body bubbled fizzed and bubbled as she sloshed him around by swirling the bottle.

Georgia broke into uncontrollable laughter, nearly spilling Ronnie. Unfortunately, she managed to control herself and keep him trapped in the bottle.

“Well, runt, looks like you get to retire early. Let me just get you sealed up and you don’t have to worry about a thing ever again.”

She picked up one of the discarded bottle caps and began forcing it onto the opening. There was nothing Ronnie could do. It was over the moment he woke her up. After fiddling with the cap for a while longer, she managed to seal the bottle. With her job done, she tossed the bottle behind her shoulder and left the bottle.

Ronnie felt a brief flicker of hope as the bottle flew through the air. Maybe it would break open. But that hope quickly died as the bottle bounced off the ground without so much as a scratch. It was just him, alone, wallowing in Georgia’s fumes.

Maybe someone would find and rescue the poor raccoon, but that was unlikely. Chances are, he would be stuck inside the bottle for quite a while, maybe forever. Or maybe, he would be recycled or just tossed into a dump. Well, whatever happened next, it was certainly the end for him.

~~Alt Ending~

With a pop, Georgia pulled the bottle free from her ass and pulled it out. She winced as the stench made her eyes water, but she **** herself to bring it in front of her. But the bottle was completely empty. Not a drop of the raccoon remained. She turned the bottle upside and shook it just to be sure, but he was well and truly gone. She dropped it and looked around while scratching her head.

“Did that little varmint get away somehow?”

Her stomach grumbled again. She looked down at her stomach quizzically. There wasn’t much more time to ponder where Ronnie had gone off to, but that question would answer itself soon. She felt a sudden build-up of pressure in her gut. She quickly let it pass in a short, explosive burst of gas.

She waved the air in front of her nose, but something caught her attention from the corner of her eyes. Her gas formed into a thick stink cloud, but that wasn’t the usual part. She could faintly see the expression of a screaming raccoon. She didn’t have much time to savor the site before it began to dissipate to nothing. She looked at the spot in the air where the Raccoon was for a few seconds longer before she let out a small burp.

“I don’t know how, but I think he got me drunk again.”