Roxxie Roo!

(Originally by Gentleman Jack)

Texas' attention was drawn to the sight of Roxxie Roo's enormous rear end leisurely swaying back and forth as she took stock of all the supplies she had loaded onto Butterscotch's saddle. She stood a mere twenty paces away from the sheriff, yet the smell of her sweaty, swampy ass managed to catch her nose even from afar. Penelope gave her a gentle push, prompting Texas to move toward the smelly outlaw.

"That's it. Go and get her~" Penelope tittered as she sat back to watch.

Texas' subconscious was screaming at her to stop and turn around, as the sight of Roxxie's butt was enough to trigger an immediate fight or flight response from her. Her mind was bombarded with memories of being squashed by her titanic derriere in an attempt to dissuade her from advancing, but it yielded no results as the scent of sweaty ass compelled her to continue.

As she was mere inches from her butt, Roxxie stopped her swaying and let out a low groan. Without warning, she caught the full brunt of a long, brassy fart, the stench driving away the rest of the towns people as they clenched their hands over their nose. Butterscotch let out an amused whinny at their disgust before letting loose a powerful fart of her own, drawing a snicker from her owner.

"Damn, Butterscotch! You gotta take it easy on the candied apples!" she laughed as she waved her hand on front of her face.

Butterscotch huffed and rolled her eyes and in doing so caught sight of Texas standing behind Roxxie with a deliriously happy expression on her face as she breathed in the noxious fumes. Her owner didn't seem to notice the sheriff as she leaned forward and peered into one of the saddlebags with her list in hand. Butterscotch whinnied to try and draw her attention to it, but she didn't pay her any mind as she continued to do inventory.

"We're still a little short on gunpowder. Need a least three more kegs if we're gonna blow down that-- SAFE!!"

Her last word came out in a surprised gasp as she felt something being pushed between her massive cheeks. Looking over her shoulder, she was stunned to find her most hated rival Texas, her arms wrapped around her waist as her face was buried in her ass. She wasn't sure of what to make of what she was seeing, though she was quick to come to the conclusion that there was some trickery afoot. She reached down and grabbed Texas by the scuff of her, picking her up and bringing her to eye level.

"Well well, lookie what I found, Butterscotch. Looks like little ol' Texas decided to try and thwart our plans before they even began!" she said as she waved the mesmerized weasel back and forward with a cruel sneer. Butterscotch narrowed her eyes and snorted aggressively, eager to trample Texas into a fine paste.

"It's a good thing you came when you did. See, I got this itch in the crack of my ass that I just can't reach and... well, you got more experience back there than anyone else..." she said with a sinister grin. She had expected the sheriff to start struggling in a **** attempt to flee, but was instead treated to uncharacteristic squeal of delight from her captive.

"Ya really mean it?! Ah git ta scratch that big beautiful booty o'yours?!" she cried happily.

Roxxie gave her a blank stare as she found herself at a lost for words. Her initial belief was that she was being lured into a false sense of security but the earnestness in her voice left her uncertain. In all the times she dealt with Texas, couldn't recall a single time where she tried such a tactic. She soon concluded that the sheriff was attempting to use reverse psychology in order to escape. The bandit sneered and brought Texas to her giant rear end.

"Nice try, Texas. Now, if you do a good job I might just let you go--"

She was cut off as she felt Texas' push herself deep in between her cheeks, rubbing her body along the fleshy walls to scratch as much as she could while her fur soaked in her rancid ass sweat. Roxxie and her stead glanced at each other with a mutual look of uncertainty as they were completely caught off guard by what they were witnessing. As much as she enjoyed the feeling of her fur brushing walls of her asscheeks, she found herself struggling to think of a reason why Texas would willingly demean herself in such a way. Eventually she decided to...