Make A Break For The Window! (End)

The weasel made it all of two steps before a massive hand closed around her, then slammed her down onto the sweaty bedsheets. Texas cried out, but her protests were completely ignored by Valentine. Instead, the huge skunked purred with delight as her prey was pinned under one huge hand, while her other one moved down and removed the tiny thong she had been wearing with a sticky, sucking noise. "We won't be needing this... Now then, onto the foreplay! Eat up, weasel!" She shouted, then turned and pulled apart her cheeks, revealing the sickening, unwiped ass crack hidden between them. Before Texas could even try to object, the skunk fell backwards with a BOOM, landing in what could be charitably be called a facesit, though really her ass covered most of the sheriff's body. However Texas's face was definitely between her cheeks, buried about as far up as it would go, and Valentine felt it. Biting her lip in pleasure at the sensation, the giant, fat skunk pulled her legs up onto the bed so that she was straddling the weasel's form, before using one hand to start massaging her huge breasts, and the other on her more sensitive areas.

"Ooooh yes.... Now wriggle for me, sugar cube..." The giant skunk moaned and purred, her hands roughly fondling her massive mammaries and sweaty nethers, while her ass ground back and forth with a variety of disgusting squishing sounds, pushing Texas further into that huge, filthy crack until only her feet were visible, kicking pathetically. "Mmmm.... You know how I like it... But let's get a little more intimate..." She continued, feeling Texas's muzzle pressed up against her pucker. Removing the hand from her breasts, she reached back and managed to grab Texas's legs from between her cheeks, then suddenly plunged her forwards, ramming her torso-deep into her sickening ass. A shudder of pure pleasure ran down Valentine's spine, but she wasn't content to stop, quickly pulling the screaming, struggling weasel out and slamming her in again and again and again, moaning and wailing as she turned the sheriff into nothing more than a living dildo, and one that she was using to plough her filthy backdoor thoroughly. "Ah! AH!! YES!!!" She cried in pleasure, accidentally letting loose with a few spluttering, wet farts that sprayed any parts of Texas not already slathered in her stinking sweat, and **** the stench of her gas through the weasel's nose and into her lungs. Texas tried to call out between rams, but even if she managed to, would there be anyone to hear? And more importantly, would anyone hear in time...?

Above her, Valentine was clearly getting heated, panting and sweating even more than normal, her face flushed a bright red and her eyes wild with lust. Purring up a storm, she rammed Texas extra deep and wriggled her around, crying out in ecstasy, then quickly pulled the shit-covered weasel out, letting her dangle limply. Texas's clothes had been completely shredded by the rough treatment, but her modesty was still protected by the thick layer of shit that coated her down to her knees, covering any possible indecency.

"Enough foreplay!" Valentine screamed with lust, then dunked Texas into a deep, filthy pot of water by her bed to wash the worst of the crap off, sloshing her around in there for a moment before pulling her out and slapping her onto the bed. "I want the real thing, and I want it NOW!" She roared, lifting up her belly and straddling The sheriff so that her sopping wet sex was pressing into the weasel's body, big enough to cover about sixty percent of her. The weakened weasel, her body battered and her head spinning, could only scream muffledly into the muff that now covered most of her form, only her exposed feet kicking away. She had no hope of escape now. Valentine was in control, and Valentine was horny...

"Time to rock your WORLD!" The giant skunk roared, and if Texas was by some miracle still able to access higher brain function at this point, she'd have to deduce that the room had some sort of top of the line soundproofing, just to ensure that Valentine's loud lovemaking sessions didn't evacuate the entire building. However, even if she was still that lucid, Valentine was about to fix that. With a lustful, primal roar, the skunk on top slammed her pussy down hard into the bed, instantly pulverising the weasel's naked form, then began thrusting and grinding and rutting herself into the hard mattress, which bounced and shook from the **** of every impact. Quickly, Texas was flattened out to nothing but a stain on the sheets, but if she thought that was going to stop the lust-crazed skunk, she clearly didn't know Valentine. Even without the feeling of Texas beneath her, the skunk continued pounding away at the bed until the frame creaked and cracked, the reinforced mattress springs beginning to give out. And all the while, the heroic sheriff was smothered with sweat, stink and skunk lovejuices, the heat and stickiness of which had practically glued her to the bed, while the giant, fat skunk pussy ironed her out. Finally, after twenty agonising minutes, the skunk reached her climax, but it was far, FAR too late for Texas...

"Yes... Yes! YES!!!" The skunk screamed as she sprayed across the bed, drenching what was left of the weasel. At exactly the same moment however, her ass muscles relaxed, and out rushed a long, brassy blast of putrid skunk gas that rolled across the room and coated utterly everything, with Texas... or the stain that resembled Texas, right at the epicentre of it. For a solid few seconds all she could smell and see was the skunks thick, putrid gas, scorching her nose with the smell of a tire fire in an open sewer, before Valentine, utterly spent, sighed with relief and flopped backwards onto the bed, her ass still letting out occasional puffs and poots of gas. A questing hand found the cigarette package on the bedside table, and Valentine took a cigarette from the box, lighting up.

"Mmm... Was that good for you too, sweetie?" She said, taking a long drag. "I hope not..." The skunk chuckled, placing one of her huge feet on Texas... then blinked in surprise as she only felt warm, damp cloth beneath her. Running her foot back and forth over the spot, she realised that she couldn't feel any difference between the spot where the shocked sheriff stain was, and any other part of the sheet. She whined, her ears and tail drooping.

"Aw crap... not again..."

A few minutes later and Madame Lucy stood in the room, flanked by two of her skunks, examining the mess. Valentine, with her underwear back on and looking oddly sheepish for a huge, dominant girl like her, stood against one wall, while all of them looked down at the bedsheets. Still a little damp and reeking of Valentine's stink, the main item of interest was right in the centre, where a naked, terrified Texas had been completely bound to the sheet, her body spread-eagle, glistening, and slightly transparent. It seemed that the combination of heat, moisture, weight and gas that Valentine had been putting out had acted like a giant iron, and served to steam-press the town hero to the silk until they were one in the same, completely inseparable.

"S-sorry about this, M-madame Lucy..." Valentine squeaked, a blush across her face, but Lucy just sighed, shaking her head.

"It is not your fault, mon ami..." The lead skunk said. "She chose you, after all... I do wish that I could have been able to **** her though... I had so many little jobs for her... Ah well. C'est la vie! We have to play the hand we're dealt, no?" She smiled, then turned to her skunk attendants. "Start releasing rumours of the sheriff's visit to the clientele, then contact Dusty at the town paper and have her run a story about the sheriff going into hiding following these humiliating revelations. That should keep any real investigators off our back for a short while, and if they do come snooping... well, we can tell them that she was a regular and that we're sad to see her business with us end like this..." She turned back to the sheet, chuckling a little at the sight. It may have thrown a wrench into her schemes, but she had to admit, the bothersome sheriff did look funny like that.

"As for this one... Hide her in the basement for a few weeks then smuggle her out of town." She said with a smile. "After all, I'm sure we can find an outlaw who will pay us quite handsomely... to have the great sheriff Texas as their own personal lovedoll..."

Ironed to the bedspread, the weasel could only sob as she heard the taunting laughter of the skunks, and knew that she was in for some rough nights ahead...