Roxxie Finds Tex In Her Toilet (End)

(Originally by Cheese111)

The fried beans were quick to make it to the exit and the kangaroo bandit let out a volley of noxious farts. The foul gas had nowhere to go and soon Texas' nose burned with the pervasive stench of Roxxie's farts. She had to stay silent at all costs. If the roo found her here, she would be in even deeper shit, if that was at all possible. But as the farts kept flowing and the stench made her eyes water it became impossible to hold on. The weasel gagged and coughed.

"What the hell!!" Roxxie shouted as she sprung up from the toilet. She turned around to peek down the hole and spot the source of the noise. When she laid eyes on the weasel, buried up to her neck in old shit, the kangaroo fell apart laughing.

"Hahahahaha, what in the name of all that's holy are ye doin in there? Were ya tryin to hide? In ma toilet?! Ah know ah call you a dumbass on the regular, Tex, but this has gotta be the single dumbest thing ah ever dun saw." Her belly still rumbled with the fried beans and a cruel smirk grew on her face. "Well then, sheriff. If it's shit you want, allow me to oblige."

With a smug grin the roo turned her back on the weasel, looming her huge butt over the toilet hole. Roxxie parted her cheeks, showing off that filthy hole once more, and plopped herself down. She wouldn't get up again until her bowels were completely empty. To add just a pinch of extra torment the bandit also closed her legs, ensuring all her foul emissions would be trapped down there with the weasel. The farts didn't wait long to emerge, sputtering out of the roo's twitching asshole and filling the sheriff's environment with nasty stench. Soon the gas began to subside and with a subtle squelch the bandit started to take a shit in earnest. Solid lumps of horrid waste smacked the weasel on her head and rolled in front of her face. But as the solid material passed the beans hit the main stage.

Roxxie cried out in agonized relief as a steady stream of thick, fetid gunk poured from her rear. Like warm mud it was heaped onto the sheriff, who loudly retched and sputtered below. Hearing the weasel's misery lifted the roo's spirits as her ass felt like it was on fire. She cursed her gluttony and held her big belly. With a wry smile she could only imagine how bad it had to be for Texas. It spurred the kangaroo bandit on to fight through the pain and give it her all. After what felt like an eternity the roo's hole finally got to relax, having delivered a horrifying payload right onto the weasel's head. But Roxxie Roo was not finished yet. She would've just called it a day here, but now that she had her nemesis trapped in her toilet, the bandit was going to take her time. She may not be able to give a shit anymore, but her gut was still a champ at producing the foulest farts in the West.

Texas winced at the rotten stench of the crap smeared all over her. In the darkness of Roxxie's toilet she couldn't see a thing, but she felt the uncomfortable warmth of the sticky mess clinging to her. The smell defied all description and just in case it wasn't nightmarish enough the butthole looming over the weasel added even more in the form of lengthy, rancid farts. Specs of crap still sprayed as the last remnants of Roxxie's bowel movement were blown out in the foul winds. Even when the kangaroo ran out of farts she didn't get up, adamant to trap the weasel down there with her concentrated stink for as long as possible. When the bandit's thick legs started to get a little numb she finally stood up, turning around to admire her handiwork. Roxxie smiled, looking down on the barely conscious weasel.

"Now you stay nice 'n put, alright?" She taunted before taking a few shaky steps on her semi-numb legs and leaving the bathroom. From her fetid new prison the weasel tried to wiggle out, much akin to how she got herself in to this predicament. But horror set in as she realized the shit around her had compacted and completely immobilized her. From the other room she could hear two excited voices shouting back and forth, interrupted by bellowing laughter. The conversation finally died down and after some time even the smell of Roxxie's farts seemed to dissipate. But after only an hour had passed the bathroom door swung open and in strode Georgia.

"Hot damn, it really is you. Ah'm a little curious how ya ended up there, but let's be honest here Texas, we both know what's gotta happen here." The mare said haughtily as she turned around and dropped her pants. The terrified weasel looked up to the monumentally huge ass of Georgia descending on her. She'd been squashed flatter than a sheet of paper several times beneath that colossal mass, but now it just made the wooden seat of the toilet creak as it sealed the weasel into smelly darkness once more. The horse may not have any rotten turds to add to the pile right now, but farts began to flow in abundance. Though her wretched stink couldn't quite match the intensity of Roxxie's, the mare's farts still carried their own uniquely disgusting stench. She contently patted her belly after emptying it of all the gas present. Georgia stood up and with a smug grin turned to face the weasel.

"Don't worry, ah'll get ya some horse apples later, Texas. Me 'n Roxxie are gonna enjoy buryin ya in there."

The bandits were true to their words and with every day the weasel was covered further in their foul shit as the toilet slowly filled up. When the sheriff couldn't be seen anymore the two threw a big party, celebrating their victory. Vivian appointed Georgia to be the new sheriff and together the two brutes pillaged everyone in Gold Springs that Vivian didn't like. Neither of the big-bottomed bandits ever managed to make sense of the weasel's decision to hide in their toilet, but they would laugh about it for the rest of their infamous careers.