A Closer Look

(Originally by Cheese111)

Texas was helpless to resist the tight grip of the roo bandit. Every struggle was punished with a powerful squeeze. Roxxie demanded complete submission as she poked Butterscotch's vast asscheeks with the little sheriff. Their surface was nasty, coated in sweat and the foul, caustic stench of horse farts and worse. Whenever it was commanded, the weasel stuck out her tongue, **** to clean the putrid cheeks. Her belly ached from the foul residue she lapped away, but stopping was not an option in the roo's cruel task. As this nightmare progressed the only thing new was an increasingly potent stench in the air. Not just the small farts steadily sputtering out of Butterscotch's rear, but something else. A strange, musky scent. The sheriff looked around and began to fear the worst. Either Roxxie, her horse or both of them were getting off on this. Texas hoped against all hopes that this was an elaborate nightmare, but the roo quickly squeezed her for slacking off, shouting orders at her.

"Did I tell ya to stop? You ain't goin nowhere until you licked clean Butterscotch's entire ass. Now hop to it!" She gleefully dragged the little weasel along the massive surface of her horse's ass. But long before Texas would have been able to finish the job the bandit was growing bored. At this pace this was going to take hours, and she couldn't make the sheriff go any faster. With a **** sigh she pulled the weasel back, looking at her sad little face.

"Y'know, Ah think we both know how this is gonna end. So let's skip all this here foreplay and go straight for the main attraction."

Texas wanted to throw a snarky response back at her, but her words turned to incoherent screaming as she was brought towards the horse's twitching butthole. The sheriff was no stranger to Butterscotch's rear. She'd felt that nasty little hole pressed against her nose, suffocating her in a barrage of nasty farts. But now that same pucker was big enough to cover her nose, her entire head and then some. It utterly reeked of horse manure and glistened with sweat and who knows what else. The sheriff fought with everything she had, but in Roxxie's grip it was useless. Slowly that intimidating fleshy ring came closer until she was in licking distance. She feared the order coming from behind her. Anything but that. But it wasn't Roxxie that spoke up next. Instead the nasty butthole opened a little and a hot stream of gas washed over the sheriff.

Roxxie watched with sadistic delight as the little weasel squirmed in her hand. She felt the rush of hot air too. The bandit could only imagine the smelly hell she'd put her victim in. But she wasn't done yet. Odds are she'll never get this chance again. She had the tiny sheriff in her hand and she knew annoying little weasels that small could only go one place. She pushed her victim against the twitching butthole, drawing a surprised snort and whinny from her horse. Butterscotch quickly accepted the situation and in a nightmarish display her asshole opened just a little to accept the weasel's head. Unbelievable, the sheriff in her hand was now so small she'd fit right up a horse's ass. How could Roxxie not capitalize on this? She began pushing more of the weasel inside, Butterscotch leaning back to greedily accept her new prisoner. When only a dangling pair of legs were left outside the bandit let go, stepping back to admire her handiwork. It was now up to Butterscotch to determine Texas' fate.

The panicked sheriff squeaked and squirmed, but none of it did anything but arouse the horse more. She was packed in a cramped tunnel, Butterscotch's fleshy pucker squeezing around her waist. She could feel the cold air just outside brushing against her legs. Inside Texas was **** to breathe a pestilent miasma of stale air and horse farts. The squishy walls were coated in thick slime and spots of horse manure. They bore down on the weasel with remarkable strength, crushing her almost as heavily as the roo's grip before. What other horrifying feats was this horse capable of?