Roxxie Roo claims her prize! (End)

While Annabelle may of had a bit more muscle and fat on her side Roxxie Roo was no pushover and she had a lot of experience fighting. Plus, a nearby bottle of whiskey helped to turn things in her favor when she smashed it over her opponents head. Momentarily dazed by the blow, Annabelle pulled away and Roxxie followed up with a swift punch and kick that sent her crashing to the floor, shaking the whole saloon. Texas having as rotten luck as always was stuck to the front of the cow and took all of her enormous weight when she fell. What little air had been in her was squeezed out and she felt herself become flattened as thin as paper.

"Take that ya ton of rotten beef! This weasel's mine!" Roxxie laughed and rolled her over so she could peel Texas off of where she was currently squashed, the bovine's huge sweaty breasts. There were two large round idents on Texas where her boobs had been. Roxxie briefly considered using her as a bra since most of the work was already done. But she had something even better in mind for the sheriff who had been such a pain in her ass in the past.

Roxxie pushed through the crowd and left before Annabelle could recover. Once outside in the cool night air she went over to her trusty stead Butterscotch, who she had left by the hitching post of the saloon. With a victorious smirk she stretched Texas out as if she was a piece of beige colored taffy, which took quite a bit of work considering how crushed the weasel had been from the fight.

"Shoot Tex I'm sweatin' like a pig from that brawl! How 'bout ya help me wipe down before our ride? It's only fair, yer the reason I got so sweaty!" She laughed and pulled the sheriff until she was about the size of a towel, her still expressionless face spread out across one side.

"Don't be shy sheriff, get yer tongue nice and deep in there!" Roxxie taunted as she pulled her pants down and brought Texas to her very sweaty, funky smelling ass. Her entire vision was filled with those twin tan cheeks and the deep, dark crack that separated them. Texas could see every droplet of perspiration that ran down her rear, hell she swore she could even see some faint green stink lines wafting off it! Without another word she used the Tex-towel to floss her massive butt, burying her as deep into her crack as she could go.

The absolutely putrid taste and smell of Roxxie's swampy ass felt like it pushed Texas's mind to the breaking point. But even still that spell had its hold on her and made her comply with any command no matter how vile. In this case that meant her lapping up the kangaroo's ass sweat with her stretched out tongue. Horrific tastes beyond her wildest imaginations was all the she could think about as Roxxie moaned above and kept using her as butt floss.

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A disgustingly damp, eggy fart blew out onto Texas snapping her back to reality after a solid five minutes of Roxxie flossing her filthy crack with her. She couldn't count how many times she had passed her asshole, she just knew she had given it a real good spit polish. "Whew guess I finally found yer true calling Tex, as an ass wipe!" Roxxie cackled and finally pulled her out of her crack, the weasel towel now soaked in sweat and covered in stains. "And don't worry Butterscotch, ya can get a turn with her now too!"

Texas's heart skipped a beat from that comment. While Roxxie had a gigantic backside, it paled in comparison that of her stead. With the kangaroo being so large her horse had to be even bigger to carry her around. And that meant Butterscotch had a simply mammoth sized ass.

"Come on girl, we got a long ride back to mah hideout. But don't worry ya have the sheriff here to keep ya company!" Roxxie patted her head and went around to her rear as Butterscotch neighed in excitement and lifted up her tail. Two round shadows were cast over Texas. She managed to regain some control over her mouth just in time to let out a silent scream as she was buried between the horse's colossal cheeks and disappeared from view.

Roxxie still had both ends of the weasel floss and tied one end to the top part of her saddle, and the other end to the bottom of the skirt along her horse's belly. This meant with every step Butterscotch took she would be grinded between her heavy, sweat soaked cheeks and wouldn't be falling off anytime soon. Her owner saddled up and went to ride away, a wide grin on her face as she looked back to see Texas lost in all that horse ass.

"Better get used to this Tex, yer gonna be Butterscotch's butt floss whenever we go riding! Either that or mah saddle!" Roxxie laughed and rode away into the night, already coming up with endless possibilities to use her new toy for. She had always wanted to make a pair of custom fit panties for Butterscotch..

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"Whew shoot sheriff, watch out for horse apples back there! Sounds like Butterscotch's stomach is might upset from all those oats!" An incredibly thick, wet rancid fart blasted against Texas as she was still too busy licking Butterscotch's ass due to the spell to even squirm in resistance. Every step only squeezed out more rank sweat from the depths of the horse's behind. It seemed this was only the start of her torment...