No! She tries to arrest Rivercrest (End)

Texas wasn’t fully sure how justice worked back in the city, but out here in Gold Springs, you didn’t just ask the law for a day off from being investigated and arrested! With a scowl, Texas responded to Rivercrest, “ah don’t think so, Miss Gildegarden. Ah’m not about ta just ignore mah job because yer “tired.” ‘Sides, it was yer horses doin’ all the work hauling around yer fat ass. Now yer comin’ with me right now or...or uh...” Texas felt around her waist, trying to draw her gun...but it wasn’t there! With wide eyes, Texas looked around...until she saw that damn Raccoon maid holding both her and April’s guns! And turning back to Rivercrest gave Texas chills.

Rivercrest wasn’t smiling anymore.

“Honestly, the NERVE of you! I allow you into my bedchambers without a warrant, ask for a simple day of rest before giving my full cooperation, instruct my staff to not bother you, and even had my prized servant show you around...and you INSULT me!? Not to mention my dear, you already know that I do not like being told “no.”” The vixen shouted as she stood up from her chair. Texas winced, not only from the disgusting squelch that came from all the butt sweat that had accumulated from merely an hour of sitting, but at the sight of a very flat...was that a coyote? A very flat coyote maid who looked about ready to keel over from all the stink they’d been **** to inhale!

Texas’ heart was racing now. Her gun was gone, and Rivercrest was scary enough when she wasn’t pissed! Still, maybe she could do this! That maid didn’t seem to be actually willing to point those guns at her and April, and Texas could still kick ass in a brawl! Y-yeah, this fancy bitch couldn’t fight hand to hand as well as Sheriff Texas Stanton! She could do this!

Texas was brought out of her personal pep talk by the sound of a loud and wet trumpeting noise. The sickening odor of rotten eggs and pain set her nostrils ablaze! She and April both started gagging on the vile, oppressive stink and the hands Texas had been balling into fists instead flew to cover her mouth and nose as her face turned a deep shade of green!

Fuck, that was right...Rivercrest didn’t need to engage in hand to hand combat. As both Texas and April fell to their knees, just trying not to pass out at this point, Rivercrest continued chastising Texas. “Hmph, and to think I had fancied you and wanted to add you to my workforce, Miss Stanton. Ah well, your lovely deputy will make a fine puppet indeed. As for you...you’re right. My lovely mares did work themselves oh so hard in that blazing heat...they deserve a reward...” Texas’ eyes widened as she found herself staring once more at Rivercrest’s exposed buttocks. Another sickening cloud of hellish flatulence engulfed the Sheriff, and her body decided enough was enough! She hit the ground and everything went dark.

Texas let out a groan as her consciousness came back to her. Her nostrils still stung with the remnants of Rivercrest’s flatulence, but that was hardly surprising. Nor was it as important as what she currently saw. An incredibly large horse stable! She was in one of the horse stalls now, chained to one of the stable’s support beams. Said support beam was incredibly thick, and Texas had no hope of breaking the damn thing no matter how much she yanked! As she glanced around the stable, a very large, fat, and ornery looking brown mare in another stall caught her eye. Holy hell, was that Butterscotch!? Why was SHE in Rivercrest’s horse stable!?

Unfortunately, Texas would never be getting an answer to that question, as a swirly-eyed stablehand wordlessly led two sleek, white Arabian horses into the very stall Texas was in. She recognized the two mares as the ones pulling Rivercrest’s carriage earlier. It seemed odd to Texas that Rivercrest had Arabians pulling her. Even if it was just to flex her wealth, Arabians were a stubborn and easily spooked breed. How did she get them t-oh yeah, mind control watch. Well, given their smaller size it seemed all the more appropriate then that Rivercrest reward them for pulling...her...Oh shit...Texas was their reward, wasn’t she?

It indeed seemed that way as, after briefly looking her over, both the mares turned around and presented their backsides to Texas. The weasel barely had time to whimper before the two mares lifted up their tails and blasted her from two sides with toxic equine flatulence! The smell made everything burn as it seeped into her lungs and reduced her to pained wheezing! A vile concoction of sulfur, spoiled veggies, with an undertone of rotting hay plagued her every breath! Well, if one could call wheezing and **** half to **** breathing! Of course, the two horses weren’t going to just toot once and let Texas be! No. They started building up a torturous rhythm instead. Each time one mare finished her gaseous attack, the other would start one. They made sure that not a second went by that Texas didn’t have fresh horse farts to breathe! Texas had no idea what Rivercrest was feeding them, but each fart was like a chemical attack on her senses and her brain! She could practically feel her mind starting to sizzle as it tried and failed to process the sheer horrendousness of this smell! Her throat had practically seized up, and she couldn’t see an inch through the yellow fog of stink the two horses were just constantly producing. And because of that, Texas didn’t realize that the two kept backing up until one of their noxious asses pressed against her, quickly followed by the other one!

The next round of godawful farts made Texas unsure of how she was even still awake...or alive! Had Rivercrest done something? It didn’t matter now. She wasn’t going to be able to escape this! Especially since the horses didn’t stop backing up! Texas’s body was sandwiched between two putrid horse butts and the support beam, and still they kept backing up! The smell continued to smother her mind while the butts began smothering her body, squishing her against that pole! Her body flattened, and even started wrapping around the column as the horses ground their butts on her body. Her brain was too occupied with the ever-worsening smell to notice. Each whiff just brought more smell. More pain. Her poor, tortured senses just couldn’t keep up! The gagging weasel went limp, and her eyes went blank as her mind was completely obliterated by weapons-grade horse toot. She was nothing more than a mindless, fart huffing adornment flattened against a support beam in the stall of the two mares.

As for April, Rivercrest was all too happy to finish up the fox’s already half-done conditioning, and molded her into a corrupt and vile sheriff, completely loyal to the affluent vixen.