Butterscotch Decides To Show Mercy... In A Way...

Just as Butterscotch was about to let loose and blast this weasel into next week, she heard voices shouting, and two of the mayor's thugs raced around the corner, looking for Texas. Butterscotch, thinking fast, clenches her cheeks around the weasel and steps forwards, keeping her stuck in her putrid ass crack, then lowers her tail, concealing her prisoner entirely.

“She musta gone this way! Find her, damnit!” One thug yelled to the other as they desperately looked for the escaped sheriff, not realizing that she was closer than they thought. The two thugs start digging through trash cans and turning over water troughs in an effort to find her, before one of them finally turned to Butterscotch, gulping and approaching her. She knew whose horse this was, and what this horse could do, and so made sure to keep her distance.

“U-uhhh... E-excuse me... Nice horsey... Have you, uh, seen a weasel around here anywhere?” The thug, a small fox girl, asked. Butterscotch, being a rather smart horse and knowing that her owner wanted Texas for herself, just gave an angry snort and narrowed her eyes, pawing the ground aggressively as if she was about to charge. The thug immediately backed off, tripping over the upturned water trough as she did so and tumbling to the muddy ground

“O-ok! Ok! Never mind!” She yelped, stumbling back to her feet and backing away even more, her hands raised in a pacifistic gesture. “She's not here! Let's keep searching.” She yelled to the other thug, and the two of them scampered away, leaving Roxie with her secret prize. The horse smirked and glanced back to her ass, shaking it a little and feeling the sheriff struggle in her crack. Now she just had to decide what to do with her new toy.