Kick Up More Dust (End)

So long as that darned roo was on their tail, they were sitting ducks! Thinking quickly, Tex removed her hat and dragged it along the wall of the canyon. She hated to do that to her beloved hat, but she had little choice. It filled up with a thick dust, which she catapulted ahead of them. She further lowered a foot to kick up more obscuring dirt. It was getting thick again, and while Tex was at the front of the cloud, Roxxie was just behind enough that she couldn’t see clearly.

Tex let out a sigh of relief. Then suddenly, pain. She was so focused on Roxxie that she failed to notice a scrawny tree growing out of the canyon wall. She barely uttered a gasp before blacking out.

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She thankfully came to only a few minutes later. Her situation, however, was not a desirable one. Tex hit the skinny but sturdy branch with such impact that it stretched her out, leaving her hanging on it like a towel on a clothesline. Her head swam, and as she tried to regain her senses, she noticed her ride was nowhere to be seen. She struggled to pull herself together. She was Sheriff Texas Stanton! One rough collision wouldn’t be enough to end her!

But as she felt herself starting to get back to normal, a meaty hand grabbed her elongated body tightly. Tex yelped in fear as she found herself face to face with Roxxie Roo.

“Well, I missed out on the last gold shipment. But this is quite a find. Wouldn’t ya say, Butterscotch?” The cruel outlaw lowered the Texas taffy to the mare, who sniffed at her and eagerly whinnied.

“What should we do with this fine sheriff, hmm?” She wagged her around, squishing and squeezing her to keep her in her helpless state. She feigned listening to her trusty sidekick. “What’s that? Give her a new home? Great idea!”

She took the sheriff and began to knead her more, tying her until she resembled a lovely pair of weasel panties. “This is the best place for her. She’s used to defending her town from nasty types. Well now she can defend my pants from my nasty ass!”

She offered the panties to Butterscotch, who turned her butt to the Tex attire, before unleashing a powerful fart into the area her nose comprised. Tex was alive, and coherent, but she couldn’t scream. She couldn’t do anything but absorb the stink they were inflicting on her.

“Good Girl.” She slid down her ratty trousers. They were already quite smelly from the time on her gassy cheeks. “Now be a dear, Tex, and make yourself at home.” She stepped into Tex, and pulled her up, making sure her nose hugged her hole tightly. She replaced her pants, and rubbed her belly, as she readied her trademark punishment.

PHRRRRAAAAAAAAATTTTTTT!!!

“Snnf Snnf. Phew!” The rotten roo waved a hand in front of her face. “I though you were a protector. You’re not good at protectin me from my farts!” She cackled, unleashing another butt bomb on the tragically silent Texas.

Texas was screaming silently, as her horrible butt fumes infiltrated her flattened body. Even if somehow she ever got out of this, she’d likely never smell the same again.

“Alright, Butterscotch. We got a carriage to revisit.” With a final brap deep into the seat of her pants, the varmint hopped up on her horse, and the two rode calmly down the ravine, making sure to air themselves out as needed.

An important lesson on distraction. Make sure you aren’t distracting yourself. Especially on a wild ride.