Roxxie Goes To Gold Springs To Publicly Humiliate Texas

(Originally by Cheese111)

The flattened sheriff didn't have the first clue where the bandit was taking her. The only thing she'd experienced during this nightmare of a journey was the roo's nasty butthole occasionally coming down on her hard enough to press down directly onto her face. Her body and limbs were all flat as a sheet of paper, mercilessly crushed beneath Roxxie Roo's overwhelming butt. Worst of all was the stench. Not only did Texas receive a near constant stream of noxious farts, Butterscotch added her own touch through the medium of horse sweat. The hot weather and long ride had made the horse quite uncomfortable, and Texas was slowly feeling the sour-smelling sweat drench her clothes.

Roxxie didn't say a word to her nemesis, instead daydreaming about how to make the most out of this unusual situation. She had Texas Stanton, the sheriff that made her life hell for the last few months, at her mercy. Whatever she was going to do to her, the bandit wanted it to be something the weasel would remember for the rest of her days, no matter how many of those there would be. When she felt a faint wiggle coming from underneath her she punished it with a fart. But that wiggle felt remarkably good. That gave the vicious bandit an idea. She wanted to show all of Gold Springs what happens if the law wants to chase Roxxie Roo. With renewed focus she steered her horse down the mountains and onto the unsuspecting town.

Her arrival was met with shocked gasps. The bandit rarely showed herself in Gold Springs anymore due to her high bounty. But today she didn't seem the same. Her usual bandana-covered grin was replaced with a calm smile. She wasn't as heavily armed, just a revolver on her side. Her horse didn't even have its saddle on. She'd have almost no way of carrying any loot she might steal. The townsfolk stared at her from behind their windows. A rat thug scurried to inform Vivian and by the time Roxxie arrived at the town center, an eerie quiet had fallen over Gold Springs.

The roo bandit slid off her steed, smiling broadly as she felt the little weasel coming along for the ride. The sheriff was plastered to her rear, a few keen-eyed citizens spotting her and pointing it out. Roxxie Roo reached back and pulled the squashed little lawbringer free. She held Texas up for all to see and spoke loudly.

"This! This is what happens ta those who dare cross me! This is what happens ta those who stand up ta me! An' above all, this is what happens to anyone who thinks they'll bring the law to me!" She squeezed her victim, drawing a pained shriek from the weasel. The amassed crowd gasped in fear. Without their sheriff, nobody would dare stand up to the roo. The only spectator who didn't seem bothered was Vivian, who coldly observed the results of her plan. She hadn't expected the bandit to bring Texas all the way back to town, but it didn't matter. Seeing the brutal treatment Texas was receiving at the hands of Roxxie, the weasel wouldn't last long. And without that little pest, she'd have free reign to rule this town with an iron fist. Any who stepped out of line could expect fierce retribution. Perhaps she could hand their names and addresses to Roxxie, keep her happy too. Plans for later. Right now she just watched as the bandit humiliated the shrunken sheriff.

"Now Texas, ah reckon you've been a major pain in ma butt for long enough. So how about you bring some pleasure instead to 'ol Butterscotch here." The crowd winced in disgust as the steed presented her rear to them. They knew all too well the horrifying gas that erupted from that hellish horse. If you didn't know whether Roxxie had robbed someone, the stench of Butterscotch's farts was usually the giveaway. But today Roxxie's attention is drawn a little bit lower. She was clearly not the only one feeling a little hot and bothered by squashing Texas during her ride.

With a chorus of groans from the crowd the bandit dragged Texas along the glistening pussy of Butterscotch. Up and down, leaving an amazingly stinky coat of thick slime on the weasel's head. Not content with merely teasing her horse, Roxxie presses the weasel's whole body against the sopping wet snatch. The potent musk dazed the sheriff as her clothes were once again bathed in the smelly bodily fluids of the horse. Between the nauseating stench and Roxxie's forceful rubbing the sheriff was powerless to stop this humiliation. Nobody dared to intervene, lest they found themselves on the receiving end of the bandit's wrath. And now that said wrath could apparently shrink people, they were all the more terrified.

The horse had to apply every ounce of her willpower not to ruin the moment. She wanted to step back, to have the sheriff mashed into her sensitive areas even more forcefully. She wanted her pussy to part and take in the squirming weasel. Already she felt herself gushing sexual fluids all over the puny body being used to pleasure her. She looked at her master with the horse version of puppy eyes and hoped Roxxie would end this teasing already. She knew what she wanted. She wanted to feel that pathetic, bothersome weasel squirm inside of her.

Roxxie gives herself a little breather, showcasing the barely breathing sheriff to the crowd. She'd squashed and humiliated her opponent. But was she done with Texas?