Butterscotch Sniffs So Hard It Sucks Texas Up Her Nose

(Originally by Cheese111)

Each loud snort and grumble from the collosal horse rattled the windows of the sheriff's office in their frames. Texas stayed put, not daring to sneak out the backdoor. The moment that beast caught her in the open it'd take a step or two at most and she'd be at its mercy. And Butterscotch is not very familiar with the concept of mercy. She'd sat on the weasel for days in a row, just to make sure there would be no interference when Roxxie robbed the bank. The mere thought that she might try to repeat that act was chilling.

Suddenly Texas' fear were brought a litle closer to reality as a loud crash broke the doors off their hinges. The very tip of the horse's muzzle pushed in, no more than a giant pair of nostrils fitting through the gap. The weasel contemplated opening fire, but at this scale the best even a shotgun would do was piss the horse off. An angry horse of that size could well destroy the entire town. She held on to one of doorframes leading to the back, but struggled due to the hurricane winds now whirling around.

Each sniff and snort caused massive changes in airflow, pushing the weasel around. She desperately held on, not wanting to be blown around. Something seemed to go wrong though as a moment of quiet preceded the absolute storm that was the gigantic mare sneezing. The sheer **** was enormous, the wooden inner walls of the sheriff's office groaning and warping. It was finally enough to rip the weasel away from her holdout and into the merciless torrents of air. A loud sniff pulled the weasel towards the large muzzle poking at the entrance. She tried to grab hold of anything within reach, but the floorboards were her only option. It was to no avail as the next sniff sealed her fate.

The gust of air pulled Texas up off the ground and straight into the left nostril of the horse. Butterscotch was more than enormous enough to suck the entire weasel up her nose, but the unexpected impact had her suprised all the same. The horse knew that distinct scent of weasel anywhere and she was gleeful to have sniffed her out. She could even feel the little thing in her nose squirming pathetically. A small satisfied snort nearly freed her prisoner, but Butterscotch was quick to ensure the weasel would have an unforgettable experience.

Texas shivered with disgust as she landed in a foul heap of snot. She'd been subjected to many different horrors in her career, but this one definitely ranked high among them. The thick ooze clung to her fur and soaked her clothes. The short, bristly hairs around her provided some handhold, but it seemed that every time she pulled on one another gust of air slammed her down into the slimy walls. Her surroundings moved around constantly, the weasel being pushed and pulled in the slimy passage. Muffled shreds of panicked screaming rang from the outside. Texas could only imagine what Butterscotch was up to now.

"What is it girl? What's that damn weasel done to ya?!" Roxxie shouted from the mare's back, seeing her partner in crime shaking her head and sniffing and snorting wildly. It looked like that damn weasel had put pepper up her nose. Roxxie swore she would make the sheriff pay for that, not knowing her horse was already several steps ahead of her.