The Twins Take Over

“Now, hold on!” snorted Jane as approached Georgia. “I know we promised to let you have fun with her, but we’ve been looking to get back at this little rat for a long time now!”

“Yeah, and we wanna share her with you before anything else!” Jesse added. “Now hand her over!”

Georgia scoffed at the pair as she glared at them, her massive shadow casting over them as the mate remained unamused at their betrayal. “Oh, really? You and what army?” she asked with a low, aggressive tone present in her voice.

Said army soon answered her question as all the ‘hostages’ quickly pulled out an array of guns on her as Georgia’s face went pale. Somehow it had slipped her mind that the warthog twins had these as back-up in case Texas went in through the front as they shot daggers at the sheriff's former partner.

“This one sound any good to you?” asked Jesse as her sister snickered to herself, the rest of the gunmen loading their guns as the cowardly equine began walking backwards. “You boys take care of her from here! We gotta score to settle with this rat!”

With the warthog’s orders issued, their hitmen chased after Georgia as she quickly ran out of the building with them on her tail. She may be huge, but she knew when she was outnumbered and the sisters (and Texas) knew damn well she was a pushover when it came to conflicts she couldn’t win as the sound of Georgia’s stomping echoed outside. And with their business partner out of the picture, Jesse and Jane soon turned to the defeated weasel with devilish looks spread across their chubby faces. A low grumble could be heard from their guts as Texas felt Jesse hoist up in the air by her neck, fire blazing in her eyes as she and her sister smiled at her. This was the moment they had been waiting for.

“Georgia might be a crafty son of a gun, but nothing gets by us.” snickered Jesse as Jane watched Texas struggle to break out of her grip. “And after today, you won’t be the exception to that ever again.”