It’s Getting Ugly Under All That Horse.

(Originally by Bad Influence)

The massive gas bombs erupted and exploded right in Texas’ face at an ever quickening pace, and the massive horse cheeks trapping her against the mound of horse manure continued to jiggle, making Texas feel as if she was trapped in the middle of an earthquake, while simultaneously trapped in the gas chamber that was Lawrence’s ass. The horse’s whinnying and laughing at Texas’ doom caused the gigantic cheeks to rumble even more violently, which had the miserable effect of just forcing out even more ungodly farts from the horse’s eclipsing brown donut asshole, and right down Texas’ mouth and nose. The sheriff was starting to lose track of where she was, and even what her name was, her brains being slow cooked to mush by superheated horse farts!

After a few more massive gas bombs, Lawrence relented, and got up from his victim. Much to his delight, he had to actually shake Texas free of his cavernous ass crack, leaving a very green in the face and immobile Texas laying there. Texas could only watch as Lawerence and Clives stomped over to their gigantic food troth, which was just as oversized as the two gigantic stallions in front of her.

“Y’know slavegirl, we’re just having so much fun with ya’, that we think it’s time to kick it up a notch, and make this a more permanent arrangement. See, for such an occasion, me and Clives have prepared ourselves an extra-spicy version of our feed.” Lawrence boasted proudly to the helpless weasel. “And you wouldn’t believe what this stuff does to us! You think it’s bad now, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet little girl. Now we’re gonna chow down on this little feast here, and then we’re gonna fry your brains to the point where the only thing you’re gonna be doin’ for the rest of your life is suckin’ horse farts right from the source!” Lawrence and Clives both let out an evil laugh as they began to feast.

Texas knew she had to try and escape, but her legs felt like they weighed ten thousand pounds, and her body ached as if it’d been hit by a semi...

Is our sheriff’s fate sealed?