Georgia takes her home.

Texas did an admirable job of keeping up her doll act despite the overwhelming fear she felt. Georgia poked and prodded at her lazily, gradually losing interest in this new discovery. The sheriff hoped that she would simply toss her aside once she was done examining her, but those hopes would soon be dashed as Georgia picked her up by the scruff of her neck and lifted her over her boobs. Texas swallowed as she looked down as the chasm beneath her. Those breasts were already imposingly large, but from Texas's diminished point of few, they were two enormous mountains of imposing horse flesh.

"I ain't got the time to be messin' around with toys. I'll save you for later" Georgia said before releasing her hold on the "doll" and letting it plummet into her cleavage. Texas almost cried out as she fell, the upper half of her body slipping between Georgia's sweat slick breasts. Georgia snickered at the pathetic sight before pushing the rest of her down with a pudgy finger. Texas whined pitifully at both the indignity of her circumstances and the discomfort she felt as she was lodged deep in within her former deputy's cleavage. Georgia wasn't one to prioritize personal hygiene, a fact which was immediately made clear to Texas as her lungs where filled with the stench of horse musk and months old sweat.

Georgia sighed in annoyance, completely ignorant to the suffering she was inflicting on her hated enemy. When her underlings returned, she perked up as she expected to receive some good news, but her enthusiasm waned as she saw the confused looks on their faces.

"She ain't here boss! We flipped the place upside down to find any trace of her, but it looks like she's up and left!"

Georgia folded her arms in thought. Could it be that Texas somehow caught win of their plans and left? No, that couldn't have been the case. If Texas was in the know, she would've taken the fight directly to them like the brave fool she was. Plus, Georgia had never known her former boss to go anywhere unarmed. Georgia grumbled under her breath, her head starting to hurt as she wracked her brain for potential answers. She was a doer, not a thinker.

"Alright... keep searchin' the place for anything that might tell us where she went. If you find anything, get in contact with Vivian pronto" she instructed as she made her way out of the room. The one henchman brave enough to question her spoke up nervously.

"Where ya headin off to, Boss?"

"I'm headin' home, fool!" Georgia said bluntly. "All this work's got me knackered and I need some me time!"

Her henchman remained silent as she exited the room, none of them wanting to point out that their boss had done nothing but watch them ransack Texa's home as she sat on her fat butt. They grumbled amongst themselves as they continued to scour the abode in the hopes of finding any clues as to Texas's whereabouts. If only they knew that the person they were so desperately searching for was in literally just under Georgia's nose.

Texas groaned as the world shook and jiggled all around around her. Each step Georgia took made her breasts bounce, ensuring that the weasel's stay within her bosom was an uncomfortable one. Every breath Texas took had to be filtered out through Georgia's coat and the result was her taking in mouthfuls of fresh mare sweat every time she opened her mouth. By the time Georgia arrived home, Texas's stomach was plump from ingesting so much sweat, the color in her face darkening as she fought the urge to vomit and give herself away.

"Home sweet home..." Georgia said with a yawn.

Her home was just what one would expect from her, with dirty clothes strewn about the floor along with empty tins of beans and booze. Georgia paid no mind to the mess as she walked into the living room and parked her heavy keister on the matted sofa that sat in the center. She reached down and began to pull off her boots, grunting from the effort as they insisted on clinging to her foot. After wrestling with them for a bit, they slipped clean off with a visible cloud of funk simmering within them.

"Woo wee! These things could **** a maggot!" Georgia said with a chuckle as she fanned the front of her nose. A wicked smile crossed her face as she held her boots up. "It's about time I got myself some new insoles. Weasel fur for the left and fox fur for the right..."

She laughed to herself as she pictured the scenario in her head: Texas on her knees, beaten and broken, pleading for mercy as Georgia's sweaty foot hangs over her head. 'Please Georgia!' she would say, 'You were always the better woman and ah was stupid fer not like giving up mah badge to you! Please don't hurt me!'

All of the flattery in the world wouldn't stop her, of course, but she loved to imagine Texas finally acknowledging her former deputy's obvious superiority before being reduced to a brown mushy paste beneath her heel. She couldn't wait to find Texas and make that dream a reality. Of course, her goons had to find the little coward first. She blinked, her thoughts turning back to the present. Thinking about her henchmen made her remember something. Had something happened while she was searching Texas's place? She had been so lost in her fantasy that she had forgotten the "doll" she had stored away. She mentally retraced her steps, trying to remember what she had found back in that room.