Mayor ASSistant (end)

…mayor’s assistant” she sentenced. Looking back at her boss, she received a look of approval from the mayor.

“Good job deputy. On behalf of the town, I thank you for your services, and promote you to sheriff, so you ensure that our beloved town continues to be a beacon of righteousness” Vivian pompously said, enjoying the look of incredulity of Texas. “What?? The sheriff must be picked by the townsfolk you scheming…” Texas blurted out, being completely ignored “You may return to your office, sheriff” she ended, waving her hand.

“Sure thing boss!” the giant mare happily answered, before looking down at Texas “So long Tex. Don’t worry, we’ll take care of that lil scrawny excuse of a partner ya call deputy. Right girls?” she said, grinning from ear to ear, before kicking the former sheriff into the ground just to stomp her flat on her way out. And before, she could get up, the second Georgia repeated the same action, letting Texas even more flattened in front of Vivian’s table. After the door closed, the sound of the Georgias’ steps could be heard for a while, before silence enveloped the room. Vivian stared at the plastered Texas for a while, her gaze sending the small girl shivers.

“Do you know…” Texas body rose up, being dragged towards Vivian “…how much money you cost me, you meddling varmint?” she said, bringing her in front of her face “All those plans you foiled, all of those cronies of mine you sent to jail, all the times you resisted my machinations, just to have it all go down the drain because you pissed of one freak that lives in a damn wagon. You had this coming Texas” she ended, before changing her mood into a more cheerful one “But enough is enough, assistant. I think is time to get you to start working” she said, getting up. Texas was utterly confused when she saw Vivian kick her seat to a side, knocking it off, until she was pulled down… behind her”

“Ya’ll not get away from this Vivian! The people are gonna suspect when I go missing!” Texas said, being dropped to her knees behind the lynx. “And what are they gonna do, Texas? Georgia can pummel every single one of them, we no longer have to fear those idiots. Now there are some laws I gotta pass, so let’s get to work shall we?” she said, basking in the look of realization Texas had. “C’mon Vivian, there has to…” Texas desperately tried to bargain, before having her mouth snapped shut “Shus, assistant. You are here to support your mayor, not to give her orders” she ended, before slowly sitting down on the former sheriff’s pleading face.

“Mmm, I must say, your face is very comfy Texas” Vivian complimented, her big ass silencing the cries of the weasel underneath her. Her voodoo power kept Texas in place, the mayor’s feet resting on the weasel’s knees, while her butt engulfed her whole face “Now, where were we? Ah, yes, we gotta sign those papers about the appointment of the new sheriff” she said nonchalantly, rubbing her ass from left to right, further deepening Texas inside her buttcrack.

Taking a look at the documents she just signed, Vivian leaned back, putting even more weight into Texas. “And that’s it. You have been officially fired. How does it feel, former sheriff?” she asked, obviously not expecting an answer from the paralyzed weasel. And just when she thought she couldn’t torment her more, she felt a timely rumble in her stomach. Smirking, she looked down at her enemy, who clearly felt it too, judging but how she was shivering.

“Alright Tex, time for the final test. If you can’t move after this, you are definitely under my control” she said, before grunting.

PPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

Letting lose a nasty fart, Vivian laughed imagining what Texas face must been like at that moment.

It was not the first time the former sheriff had been farted on, but that didn’t make it any easier. She resorted to the only thing she could do now, holding her breath until the hot air blasting her face faded away. But Vivian, wanting to humiliate her victim even farther, wasn’t going to let her get away so easily.

“Teeexaaaaaaaas” she said in a singsong voice “Are you holding your breath Texas? But it is your duty to make sure none of this nasty lil old farts get to me. I’m afraid we need to correct that” she pointed, rubbing her asscrack on her face “Let’s try again, shall we?” she said, grunting once more.

PPPPPFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

Another putrid fart was fired straight into Texas, but this time the mayor had one card up her sleeve “Alright assistant, let’s see if you do it right this time” she taunted. Texas thought Vivian must be crazy if she expected her to comply but, to her horror, her nose worked on its own, taking a bit whiff of the toxic, methane infused air. The weasel started coughing like crazy, every fiber of her body working together against the magic that binded her, trying to free herself from the invisible ropes that kept her in place. For a few seconds, she pushed with all her will, even the surprised mayor feeling her move a bit, but in the end, she had to relent.

“You are mine, you pathetic weasel” Vivian cruelly remarked, letting loose another fart at point blank. She felt Texas once again sniff with all her might, but she felt something else “Are those tears, my dear assistant?” she asked, further adding to the humiliation. Texas was indeed crying, a mixture of despair and frustration, being unable to do anything and seeing no way of escaping. She had been defeated.

She felt her hands moving on her own, going around Vivian’s tights up to her belly “Oh, how kind of you Texas, rubbing my tummy so I can get rid of this nasty gas. You know what? You can cry if you want to, I’ll let you this time” she said, savoring her ultimate and undeniable victory. She had done it. Texas was no more. But worst of all, she could consider herself lucky, at least compared to her former partner. Because you may be asking, what happened to April?

Georgia, using both her magic power, and the authority that came from her new badge, declared April an accomplice of Texas wrongdoings “Ya are going to the slammer, ya lil varmint” but it wasn’t a comfy cell where April was going. Georgia had to make an example of her, to show what happened if someone tried to cross the new law in town. A couple of clones grabbed the terrified fox and carried her to a secluded room. One of the colossal mare’s them dropped her pants, and laid down on the floor. The other one, having a solid grip of the poor deputy’s neck, ignored her pleas of mercy, and slammed her face right in the awaiting asscrack below her. Before April had a chance to do anything, the standing Georgia turned around, and sat on the back of her head, sealing her into an ass sandwich that engulfed all her upper body.

Fart after fart, Georgia had her clones work in shifts, two new mares coming to substitute the ones working every two hours. Her sweaty asses and putrid farts kept the **** and humiliation going for weeks, the poor fox only being released to be **** feed some leftover from Georgia’s meal so she didn’t starve. After days of nonstop farting, she finally made her an offer. If she accepted being her new ‘deputy’, she would let her go. Seeing no other way, April had to accept, but that didn’t make her life any easier.

Being Georgia’s deputy was no different of being a **** of course, serving both the original and her clones. She had to act as her chair, lick her ass and her feet clean, be her footstool when needed, act as a jury of which of the clones could produce the most putrid fart, the list went on. Soon even the office’s air gained a green, yellowish tint, being able to bring anyone but Georgia and poor April to her knees just by the sheer stench.

Georgia powers also made sure the town was kept in check, suppressing any complains about the new management with brutal efficiency. Some citizens tried to escape, of course, but the new sheriff always had clones patrolling the outskirts of the town, ready to show those puny punks how bad of an idea it was to try to get away. That didn’t mean she wasn’t going to **** her power, accusing random people of petty crimes, just to have her clones bringing them to jail to have her fun.

The only citizen allowed out of town was some certain cheetah that resided in a small wagon at the edge of Gold Springs, rumors saying she was the source of the mayor’s and the sheriff’s new powers, but none was stupid enough to say anything. And from her wagon, Abra took great joy watching how Texas’ work was destroyed, a lesson to anyone who dared who doubted the spirits.

With no way to escape, and no one to defend them, the townsfolk had no other option that resign to their fate, silently working to keep their rulers happy. And that’s how the old Gold Springs capitalized, freedom taken from their citizens. And that would continue, under Vivian’s iron fist, for the years to come.