"Shower Time!"

"Shower time!"

Annabelle grinned and got to her feet, walking out of her cell with the flattened weasel stuck to her ass like a tattoo, Texas's head trapped between her cheeks and ground up with every step that the cow took.

Soon enough, the cow reached the prison's communal showers and stripped off what little clothes she wore, a few of the other convicts looking over and grinning at the sight of the sheriff. Without any hesitation, Annabelle peeled Texas out of her ass, then turned on a shower and stepped into it, and starting to scrub herself all over with the sheriff. Texas squealed and yelped as Annabelle shoved her into her sweaty armpits, scrubbed between her enormous breasts, then finally flossed the weasel between her boulder-like ass cheeks, the sheriff becoming almost completely lost in the vast, sweaty crevice.

When at last Texas was pulled free, the weasel hung limply and flatly in the cow's grasp, completely bedraggled, twitching weakly and smelling of bovine butts. She whimpered weakly and looked up at Annabelle.

"N-no more... please..." She groans, while Annabelle grins.

"Aww... Don't worry, Sheriff. I'm done for now. I can't speak for the rest of my friends though..." Sure enough, behind Annabelle a line of large, naked, dirty criminals had formed, all eagerly looking forwards to using their new washrag.