Make that Mare Run (End)

“Hokay, no more nice weasel.” Texas quickly turned her back to the bandit, and leapt up on the horse. “Git!” She dug her heels into its flanks, as it reared up and whinnied in dismay! The horse had no intention of budging another inch, and flung her off. The poor weasel went airborne for the briefest moment, and then tumbled to the ground… finding herself face-to-face with a fat roo foot.

“I don’t hear smoochin'!” Roxxie roared, before lifting her foot up and smashing it down! SKSSH! Right on top of Sheriff Stanton’s head! Tex cried out in disgust, but Roxxie only stomped more and more. “C’mon now, sheriff. You aren’t sounding like you love it! C’mon! Tell me how good my soles are!”

“Rox… Please!” Tex gasped, each stomp further pancaking her head and forcing her to inhale more of the sweaty roo’s funk. Roxxie got more into it, jumping up and down, and stomping on her with both feet. Moving on from her head, she started to gish the rest of her to match, panting maliciously. It only took a few minutes before she became the world’s flattest peace officer.

Rox finally stepped off once she stopped hearing her begging, panting and wiping the sweat from her brow. “Well, you sure didn’t last long, did ya, sheriff? Now you’re flat and flat-chested. Just what ya deserve, Tex.” She kicked some dust over her form, leaving her as nothing but a dusty doormat, and hopped up on her horse, leaving her alone in the canyon.

A weasel has to know her limitations. And of course, the limitations of her ride too.