Pursue Her (End)

Tex opened her gun and loaded what she had into it. Five chambers were filled, before she clicked it shut, and clutched her handcuffs in her other hand. She crept forward, and snuck around the rock, gun drawn. She moved quietly, but quickly, looking for the outlaw.

But Roxxie was waiting! She lunged out at her with a rock, bringing it down on the sheriff’s wrist! “Gah!” Tex cried out, as her gun hit the ground. Pain shot through her hand, and she held it to her chest, as she tried to back away. The angry roo grabbed her ponytail, and yanked her close, breath steaming up her face.

“You hurt my baby Butterscotch… now… I’m gonna hurt you…” She reached up and held her by her throat, as she unbuckled her pants with her free hand, letting them drop. The weasel squirmed, fearful for what an enraged Roxxie could do to her. Then, she dropped her on the ground, before grabbing her hair once again, before pushing it into her crack. With a grunt, she started to pull it in deeper.

Tex yelped as she was pulled, by her hair, toward a very angry roo ass. “Roxxie, please! This is disgusting!”

“Yes, you are.” She huffed, grunting, letting her strong ass pull at the sheriff until her head was firmly between those cheeks. The smell from within was exquisite, causing her eyes to water, though admittedly the tugging at her scalp had already started the water works.

PHRRRRAAAATTTT!!!

Just when things seemed bad enough, a potent blast of wind buffeted her, making the stench much much worse. She coughed and gagged, scrambling for air. The bandit growled and slapped her cheek. “Calm down, you big baby. You’re staying in there until Butterscotch is back up,” she barked. She dragged her over to her wiped out horse, admiring the mare’s still leaking rump. Spinning around, she flopped down, sitting ass-to-ass on her, squishing Texas between two horrible sets of cheeks.

BRRRRAAAAAAPPPPPP!!!

“Phew! And I ain’t holding in for ya either.” She fanned her face. “Hope ol’ Buttescotch here isn’t suffering a nightmare because of that lump ya gave her. She gets real gassy when she’s scared…” As if on cue, the mare stirred, squirming about. And as she did, so too did her guts.

PHRRRRRAAAAAT!!!

Texas could do nothing but cry out, utterly revolted by the smell. Roxxie sniffed the air. “Yup. That’s fear gas for ya. ...or maybe she’s mad at ya even while snoozin. What do you think? Fear Farts or Anger Assblasts?”

“I think it stinks!” Tex wailed, still trapped between those deadly asses.

“My turn!” She cocked her leg and hunched down on her belly.

BLPPPPPPPTTTTTTT!!!

“What’s that one smell like? Anger? Frustration?” She mocked her. When she was answered only by **** and sobbing, she continued. “...The correct answer is Jalapeno peppers. You’re bad at this…”

Tex stopped responding to her, hoping to have time to think, but also to save her breath, and retain what little fresh air she could. But each blast was worse than the last, and even when she tried to hold on, Roxxie’s bowels would yank at her, causing her to gasp and let go of what precious air remained.

…

She didn’t even last until Butterscotch got up. Roxxie stood up, finally letting Tex free. Her hair was irreversibly soiled, her face stained green, and she was unresponsive. Butterscotch gave the ruined sheriff a sniff, and reeled back in disgust.

“Yup. What a disgustin' girl she turned out to be.” She snickered, and hopped on her mare, leaving her lying there in the canyon. And there she’d stay for awhile. If not forever.

Texas was blindsided, and ended up stinkfaced.