Marian Comes First! (End)

She couldn’t afford to turn her back on the larcenous lioness. She ran towards her, pulling out her handcuffs. “I gotcha now, ya rascal!”

“Oh, you do. And I also have you, sheriff.” She grinned. “Good thing you were here to rein me in, or someone might’ve been hurt!”

“Don’t you sass me. Your destruction days are over!” With a huff, the sheriff got behind her, and clasped a cuff around her wrist. Though as she went for the second one…

“Oops!” The lioness swayed quickly, before swinging her thick rear into the sheriff. With a bit of a boing, Texas went flying, right toward the bridge! She fell flat on her back, the wind knocked out of her. Though it was a matter of seconds before Marian walked over, towering above her. “This is too easy! Like I’d ever let you cuff me!”

Infuriated, Tex reached for her gun, only to realize it skittered away in the fall. Frustrated, she craned for it desperately, her fingers nearly touching it. “It’s gonna take more than your butt to beat Sheriff Texas Stanton!”

“Hmm… You know sheriff. You have a point. You have me dead to rights,” She mocked, putting a boot on her chest, eliciting a pant from Tex. “I’m trembling just thinking of being captured by the great sheriff of Gold Springs.”

Tex huffed and grabbed her boot, trying to shove her off. Marian stepped off of her, stumbling backwards. Tex quickly dove for her gun and aimed it. “Gotcha now, ya varmint!”

BOOOOM!!

With plumes of smoke and the splintering of timbers, the bombs exploded in an ear-shattering blast. Tex’s hand shook, making any shot impossible. But that was the least of her worries. The bridge creaked under its compromised supports, before failing, sending many train cars tumbling down. A shadow rapidly expanded over the sheriff, as she gulped. The good news was that these cars all seemed to be freight and cargo, so no one was aboard. The bad news was that they were heading right for her!

SPLLAAAAATTTTTT!!!

Train car after train car crashed into the ravine, right on top of a certain sheriff. If she ever had any kind of feeling, any chance of springing back, another car landed on top of her, applying another bout of crushing ****.

When the dust finally settled, all was dark, and very dusty. The first sliver of light finally hit her after a few minutes, as the doors of a boxcar opened. The first car had landed on its side, and when the doors were opened, a flattened Tex was revealed at the bottom of the pile.

A snicker sounded above the weasel pancake. “Well well well… look who’s got the flatter chest now?” Tex looked up to see Marian, towering over her. She noticed that she was now equipped with a bag, and several gold bars. “I figured that wouldn’t be enough to kill you.”

Tex grunted, looking up at her. “You think you’ll get away with this?”

Marian snickered, peeling her up in a nice sheriff sheet. “I already did. Only problem left is you. But I can take care of that too.” With a sneer, she lowered her pants, revealing her sweaty lion rump. She lovingly wrapped the Tex mat around her butt, squising and molding her into makeshift underwear. And for good measure, she huffed and squished it deep into her crack. “Ahh… that feels nice.” She pulled her pants back up, swayed her legs a bit, and gave her ass a spank.

“Now, Tex, gotta warn you. Metalwork is sweaaa-ty work. And well, I lived off a diet of canned pork n beans for the past year or so, so it might get windy down there. I’ll eat better, now that I’ve stumbled upon a nice fortune.” She rubbed the gold bars lovingly. “That being said, I don’t want my can stash to go to waste, right?” Slowly and victoriously, Marian strutted out of the canyon, wreckage in her wake, and weasel underwear on her butt.

One should consider their priorities, else everything might come crashing down.