Light Her Up! (End)

This bruiser liked her bombs, huh? Well she could have them all. Tex struck a match and jumped up in front of Marian’s face, startling her. “Tex!?” She cried in surprise, not expecting a full on attack so soon.

Quickly taking her moment, Tex put the match to the fuse on one of her sticks, as it hissed to life. Then another. And another! Marian cried out as she was soon wreathed in a veritable sash of sparkles. “Are you mad?!”

“You’re one to talk!” Tex cried out, running back behind some gold stacks. She hoped the heavy metal would dampen the impact of the blast.

“Damn you!” The lioness ripped the bandoleer off and threw it into the car, away from her, and also ran to hide.

Tex covered her ears and closed her eyes. That was perhaps the reason why she didn’t notice the bandoleer flopping down on the very pile she was hiding behind.

BOOOOOOOOOMMMMM!

Several gold bars were pinballed about the car like bullets, and those that weren’t were jostled horribly. Flying gold cannonballs dented the car walls, crashing into and toppling other palettes as though they were houses of cards. What were once neat stacks of bars were reduced to jumbled piles on the ground.

Marian shook her head, rubbing a fresh lump from a stray gold bar, before standing up. “Ngh… some people… that sheriff has a few screws loose…”

She huffed, and struck up a match, trying to look for the sheriff. The lantern had been shattered in the salvo. The last thing she needed was a crazed weasel pouncing her. Her fears were assuaged after spying a twinkle of silver amid the sea of gold. A six-pointed sheriff star shone back to her, revealing a weasel, no longer herself. She had been laid flat on the floor of the car, all the gold she was fighting to save piled mercilessly on top of her.

“Poor poor Tex. Can’t catch a break can you? Hah, you had me sweating back there, that’s for sure.” Marian sighed in relief, and pulled at the bars, exposing the weasel pancake beneath. Prying her fingers under her, she slowly peeled her off the floor.

Two flattened eyes stared back at her angrily. “Ngh… let go of me, ya varmint…” Came her raspy reply. It was certainly hard to speak when her windpipe was crushed. Literally.

“Nah. You’ve been a thorn in my side, and I don’t take that lightly…” She reached into her pocket and pulled out one final stick of dynamite.

Tex couldn’t help but roll her eyes. “Is there no end to your supply?”

“Yeah, here’s my last one.” She waggled it in front of her. “Yanno, you have a real knack for surviving… That’s commendable.” She stuck the stick to Tex’s legs, and began rolling her up tightly around it. “I’ll make sure you go out with a bang.”

Tex’s eyes shrank to dots, and she tried to struggle. But there was nothing she could do as she was carefully packed around one of the highest grade explosive devices available.

Marian smiled at her handiwork, tossing it in her hands a few times. “Heavy, but it’ll do.” She went to tuck the Tex-N-T back into her pocket, but stopped herself. With a cruel grin on her face, she pulled her pants back a bit, and stuffed the stick right between her cheeks. “That’s a good place to keep ya, hmm? Least until I need to blow something up.”

She let her pants go tight again, before picking up some of the gold bars. “If you’re lucky, you’ll get to see my home. But I dunno. I might see a septic tank that’s begging to be blasted. Speaking of…” She cocked a leg.

PFFFFFRRRRRRTTTTT!!!

“I’ve been holding that one in since we started. Didn’t wanna give away my location, huh?” She fanned her face, snickering. She could only hear a muffled whimper in response.

A tragic twist for Tex. Stuck as living dynamite, and **** to endure the lioness’ raunchy ass for a long time until the big boom.

The bigger the blast, the farther you want to be. And you can only run so far in a cramped boxcar.