Roxxie (End)

(Originally by Zucca Xerfantes)

Roxxie smirked as she looked at the mannequin, bearing all that's left of her arch nemesis and sidekick.

"Well... well... weeeeell...." She mused, licking her lips. "Hello Sheriff, Deputy."

She tipped her hat before hopping into the store.

She came up to the mannequin, hands reaching to cup the fake breasts around which Bra was still tightly wrapped. "Ohhh hell yes..."

The roo knelt, turning the mannequin around to get a look at the mannequin's booty, Panty's face spread across it, blinking meekly.

"Now this is what I call the mighty falling." Roxie snickered. "Cleo told me your names have been legally changed and the mayor's stricken your records! Bra and Panties. I think it suits you ladies much better!"

The underwear items exchanged nervous glances via the mirror as Roxie felt up the mannequin through them...

"I'll take the whole outfit!" Roxie declared, then stripped her vest, shirt and shorts off, flinging them at the wall with such **** that they spread across the wood, the sweaty garments seeping into the wall to the point that they'll never scrape off.

Bra felt herself peeled off the dummy and meeped as her arm straps were cut off, making her a tube bra. She felt Roxie's thick rack squeezing into her confines, her body fit only to hold back breasts now.

The roo donned the hat, flipping the fox tail that had once belonged to Bra over her shoulder with a grin, then stuffed her thick, sausage-like digits into the gloves that used to be part of Bra.

Panties could only watch, whimpering shrilly. She wished she could go back, smack herself silly for even considering this, for not considering all the details. Now she and Bra were just clothing, just property...

Bra whimpered softly as Roxxie finally stopped fussing with her, squeaking as those oversized feet got shoved into Bra's leggings that were once her calves! The material easily stretches over the outlaw's paws.

Roxxie slung the dark weasel-hair vest around her shoulders, admiring the shiny gleam of the flattened star and finally reached for Panties, stepping through her leg holes....

'Leg holes.... I have leg holes for Pet's sake...! I'm not s'possed to have leg holes...! I'm a Sheriff, not underwear!!'

... and then slowly sliding Panties up, creasing smoothly over her calves, then her knees, accumulating oily sweat, affording the underwear a healthy sheen...

Soon she's snugly buried in her arch-nemesis' buttcrack, her vision flanked by twin, yellow globes on either side...

"Mmmm! Snug! But flexible! Hell... I don't think I'll need to take these off that often!" Roxxie cackled, smacking her ass through the former sheriff.

She strolled out the door, her gang of cats, skunks, rats and rhinos laughing and jeering at the dressy duo.

"Take me in, Golden Springs! This is the look of this town's baddest outlaw! And this is what happens to the brainless twits that make a habit of getting on my bad side!"

Bra and Panties whined and groaned in humiliation at the laughter, especially when the gang girls came around and groped their boss, feeling up her new clothes.

"Mmmrrrmmmph...!"

"MMMM!"

Roxxie heard both of her garments squeal in response, but to her delight, she couldn't tell them apart.

"Butterscotch! Let's ride home!" The giant roo sounded out.

Panties' eyes widened in dread as the obese horse clopped up, then let Roxxie board before trotting off into the sunset, her ass smooshing against the smelly saddle while Bra bounces, tightly cupping the roo's bust.

And whenever, from there on out, until she disposed of the degraded, rotten, smelly clothes in a pig sty many years later, when asked about her outfit, she'd simply smile and say 'Just find two heroes who suck at their jobs and visit Miss Cleo in Gold Springs. Tell her Roxxie sent'cha!"