Butterscotch's Back

(Originally by Cheese111)

The large horse let out a confused neigh as she felt her partner drop that pesky little weasel on her back. Roxxie shot her horse a sly glance, letting her know that she was up to something. The tiny critter on her back just squirmed a bit, trying to recover from being manhandled by the bandit. Said bandit was busy in her wardrobe for a moment, leaving the horse to look after their prisoner. Though Butterscotch was curious to see what was about to happen, she couldn't help but hope the weasel would slip off her back. If the sheriff fell, the horse would have free reign to stomp, chomp or otherwise flatten that pest.

Roxxie didn't leave her steed waiting for long, showing up in a pair of tattered old pants. They were her favorite in spite of their poor state. She loved feeling the finely worn fabric against her body and she kept it for moments just like this. Texas was sure to love them too. They were so utterly suffused with the roo's worst smells that even washing it for a month straight wouldn't get rid of them. Worst of all, the bandit's horrible farts had blown a hole right through the back of them. The sheriff didn't know yet, but her gut feeling had her all kinds of worried. Those worries only grew when Roxxie pushed open the stable doors and led Butterscotch outside with her. They stood in the blistering sun when the bandit announced her plan.

"It's a great day to go for a ride, don'tcha think, pardner?" It suddenly clicked in Butterscotch's head what her owner was up to and she whinnied happily. Texas was about back on her feet and getting ready to jump off the horse's back when a looming shadow eclipsed the sun. With a big bounce the roo was getting on her horse, her hefty butt about to land on the weasel. The dull thump of her landing was enriched by a subtle squelch from the sheriff's flattening body.

In an instant tiny Texas was squashed flat as a sheet of paper beneath Roxxie's big butt. Worse yet, the roo's broad buttcheeks had parted precisely over the weasel, bringing her face to face with the bandit's exposed asshole. It introduced itself with a stinky fart, adding only slightly to the pervasive foul aroma of the roo's pants. Butterscotch felt the squashed weasel on her back, enjoying the feeling and preparing to add to her discomfort with the piercing stench of horse sweat. With barely a suggestion the horse began moving. Roxxie didn't have a destination in mind, but as long as she felt the sheriff get mashed between her rear and her horse, she had no plans to stop.