A last meal

Molly was surprised at the state of the weasel. This was supposed to be the legendary Texas Stanton? There was barely a sign of life left in her. And it'd only been a day. The sheriff's eyes were glazed over in a thousand-yard stare, her mouth hanging open slightly. She couldn't spit out a word, just croaking and wheezing softly. The voodoo rat's gleeful grin sank down into a frown.

"Wow, that's just disappointing. I spent months... years scheming to take you down and you don't even last a day. How the hell am I supposed to enjoy your suffering when you're already too broken to beg for mercy? I still had so many ideas for what to do with you, but now that just feels like a wasted effort. Maybe I got a little carried away with it all. I built you up in my head as some paragon of righteousness, a nemesis for the ages. But now that I've got my hands on you there's no much to separate you from all the other sheriffs and lawbringers whose stars adorn my trophy wall. Speaking of which..."

The fat rat reached in with her other hand, thick digits seizing the flattened badge on her chest. The star had warped under the relentless weight of Molly's ass, the pin too busted to release easily. With a small grunt the rat tore it free, ripping a piece of Texas' vest off in the process. The weasel barely reacted, still too bruised and exhausted to do anything.

"Another one for the collection. I'll give this one a good spot. A small lesson you've managed to impart on me. Don't put your enemies on a pedestal and daydream about their demise for years. Reality will just make things disappointing." She turned away and bellowed for a minion. A scrawny rat bolted into the room and stood at attention. He was thrown the badge and ordered to take care of it. With a quick nod he scurried off, letting Molly ponder what to do with the rest of the weasel.

Texas was about ready to muster all her strength and plead for mercy. The foul rat's ambush had ensured there was never even a fight. At no point during the attack was she even anything more than Molly's victim. And after a day under her ass the weasel was ready to do anything to save her life. The voodoo rat seemed lost in thought, milling over her options when suddenly a dreadful sound echoed through the room. The deep, bassy rumble of Molly's large gut sent a shiver of fear down the weasel's spine.

"Yeah, I guess that's about as much use as I'll get out of you, isn't it? A puny snack that'll leave me hungry within the hour. A fitting end for such a pathetic sheriff." She crowed. Once more she got handsy with the weasel, but this time she dropped the subtlety and simply tore her clothes straight off of her. Either Molly was much stronger than she looked or all that squashing under her ass had weakened Texas' clothes, because they came off with alarming ease. In mere moments the weasel was in her birthday suit, Molly's gut rumbling in approval.

Finally the weasel managed to do something more than stare blankly. Her eyes filled with fear and she whimpered the softest futile "No..." as Molly lifted her up over her head and opened her maw wide. The pale yellow teeth glistened and the weasel felt a dreadful sense of deja vu in the pit of her stomach. The voodoo rat had put her through this before. She'd chewed up Texas' voodoo doll and now she was about to do the real thing. She tried to squirm, but her flattened muscles barely delivered a twitch. Mentally the weasel prepared for the sting of her bite, but Molly had more cruel plans for her. They seemed to start by letting out a foul belch, steaming the weasel in noxious fumes and foul rat breath.

A wet warmth grasped the weasel's feet, her descent picking up as Molly seemed intent on swallowing her whole. With shocking speed her legs sank down the greedy gullet, Molly's jaw hinging open to an almost unnatural degree. Noisy gulps echoed through the room, some chittering heard on the other side of the entrance. Were her minions putting bets on how she'd end the weasel? Whatever it was, Texas' attention was soon back to the warm embrace now enveloping everything up to her waist. Molly's eagerness seemed to catch up with her, the weasel proving to be a little harder to swallow than she thought. But Molly clenched her fist, glared fiercely and pulled through, suppressing her body and imposing her will. Soon only a pair of arms still stuck out from her throat before a final deep gulp finished them off. She sat back and let out a big sigh of relief, contently patting her belly.

Texas didn't have the strength to fight and the horrid warmth, wetness and stench soon robbed her of her consciousness. Molly felt the weasel go still inside her, smiling from ear to ear. Though not as grand as she'd pictured it in her mind, she had finally overcome her nemesis.