Lucy Gives In To Pleasure! (End)

Lucy couldn't help herself. She was only human! Or skunk, rather. She knew that this course of action would cripple her plans and put her on the backfoot in her efforts to become mayor, but in that moment she just didn't care. All she wanted for that instant was to put the annoying sheriff in her place... To silence this annoying biting insect who arrested her girls and stomped into her establishment like she owned the place. With a moan of pleasure the skunk let loose with everything that she had been holding back... and damn near blew the weasel's head off! As the floodgates opened Texas was blasted by fart after soul-churningly bad fart, each one making the weasel feel like she should rip her nostrils out just to avoid smelling it for a millisecond longer... but as the **** continued, Texas realised that it wasn't coming to an end. The sheriff's struggles grew more ****, but there was very little she could do at this point, as she could already feel the haze seeping into her mind. As gas cloud after gas cloud melted her brain in a toxic miasma, she was finding it harder and harder to think. What was her town called again? What was her job? And her name... Florida? Montana? It was just so hard to think... and then soon even thinking of thinking slipped away... and the weasel just hung limp in her chains, the last sputters of Lucy's gas blasting away any remaining braincells...

When all was said and done, the process had only taken about five minutes, but as Lucy stepped forwards and fixed her skirts, glancing back to check on the status of the weasel, she smiled at the familiar sight of a mind-broken gas ****. The blank stare, the limp stance, the tongue pathetically lolling out of her mouth... Lucy was as confidant as she'd ever been that there was nothing left of the weasel now save for a brainless, order-following, stink-obsessed ****, good only to follow orders and be rewarded with more mind-rending gas. The skunk tutted to herself a little, disappointed in both how easily she had given in to the pleasure of the moment over the rational choice, and in how long the weasel had lasted. True, it was longer than most people managed, but she had still been hoping to draw it out a little more before converting Texas to... this.

"Ah. Perhaps not quite so tough as your reputation would indicate, mon sheriff?" She enquired, circling around to get a good look at her. Texas said nothing, her mental processes all but gone, and a small smile worked its way across the skunk's face. "Usually when I choose to take there more... **** measures, I am careful to have a buyer already lined up to sell the new **** to..." She said, starting to uncuff the chains around Texas's wrists using a key plucked from her cleavage. "I can't have the sheriff finding out, after all. But... somehow I think it will not be an issue this time... In fact, I think the new sheriff might be very appreciative of my efforts... and the new girl for hire in my lineup..." As the weasel's wrists were freed she slumped forwards onto all fours, then just looked up at Lucy blankly. The skunk chuckled, then turned and walked towards the door, Texas obediently following on all fours. "As will every other outlaw in town. You'll be very busy, mon cheri..."

"For the rest of your life..."