Sentenced to Serve the Public(Game Over)

“Your honor, there has to have been a mistake. I was just there to check up on things. I thought I heard-”

The judge didn’t let him finish before proclaiming his sentence.

“Guilty.”

Ronnie gulped. All that was left was his sentencing.

LINE BREAK

Vivian sat at her desk, looking for the latest reports from her more… seedier business. She shifted on her seat. The cushion was beginning to wear down. She’d need a new one soon. A light knock on her door caught her attention.

“Come in,” she called out.

The door opened, and her assistant walked in, a short, meek mouse woman. She held a small parcel. She gently placed it on her desk.

“This just arrived for you today, ma'am,” she said before exiting the room.

Vivian smiled. She had a feeling she knew what this was. Just in time, too. She opened the package and stared into Ronnie’s horrified face. His body had been ruthlessly mashed into a round, plush form, just big enough to cover the seat of a chair. His face was frozen mid scream, probably the last expression he made before whatever machine that processed him squashed him into his new form. That was really unfortunate for him, considering his mouth was now frozen open, taking up a big chunk of his surface area. At least he would be extra absorbent. His eyes focused on her, pleading with her for mercy.

She squeezed his body between her hands, making his eyes bulge slightly. She could barely make out a soft wheeze as his body compressed in her grip. Soft and squishy, with just the right amount of firmness. He was perfect.

“Well, it seems like you underestimate Texas. Like I said, I may not like the woman, but she is passable at her job. You’d only be able to pull the wool over her eyes for so long before she found you out. Still, this all didn’t turn out too badly. After all, I have a feeling you’ll be my favorite cushion. This’ll be my last time talking to you. You are just an object now.”

Without a trace of hesitation, she dropped him into her chair. She adjusted him slightly, making sure he was right at the center of it. She smiled before he turned around, revealing her massive shelf of an ass to him. His eyes widened before she dropped on him mercilessly.

There was a loud wump as Ronnie took the cannonball impact to his face. Her chair groaned under her weight. Vivian ignored both as she rubbed her ass side to side, wiping down her sweat down with his face. She thought she could hear a whimper, but she ignored it. He was just an object.

“Ah, now that hits the spot perfectly. I’ve found most cushions to be simply unsuitable for me, but this might be the best I’ve ever used. I’m so glad I volunteered to take care of your rehabilitation,” she said to herself, but made sure she spoke loudly enough for her cushion to hear, even buried under a mountain of ass.

An ominous grumble made her pause. She rubbed her stomach as she felt something build inside her. She knew that the milk she had earlier tasted off. She felt foolish, but she looked around her office just to make sure she was alone. It would be unbecoming if someone saw what happened next. She pressed her ass into the cushion and let herself relax.

A powerful flow of gas blasted through her system and right into her poor cushion. It kept coming and coming, soaking her cushion in the stench of spoiled milk and sweat. Vivian grabbed onto the bottom of her chair and pressed herself harder into Ronnie, muffling the roaring of her guts to a whisper. An occasion gag could be heard through the fart, but no one who cared could hear it. After almost a minute, her stomach finally settled.

Vivian relaxed, wincing when one last loud puff of gas escaped. She sniffed, expecting her office to reek, but there wasn’t a hint of her gas. She scooted slightly off her cushion and looked down at it. His face was stained green. His pupils were replaced with bold xs. The only sign of life was the very faint twitch of his lips.

The cat smiled and settled back into her seat. There was no point in saying anything to her cushion for doing its job. It was just an object now.

ALT ENDING

“Texas, this came in for you,” April called out as she entered her station with a small box in her hands.

Texas was sitting at her desk. It was a hot day, and she had just gotten back from patrol. Her clothes were sodden with sweat, and her fur almost shone. Her trusty revolver was on the desk with an assortment of cleaning tools.

“Thanks for gettin’ the mail, April,” Texas said as she stood up to meet her deputy. She winced, rubbing her sizable rear. “Sittin’ on these chairs is sittin’ on a slab of iron.”

“The cushions have been getting thin lately. Maybe you should lay off the beans and bacon. You have been getting heavier lately.”

Texas blushed. “It’s not my fault,” she said defensively. “They got a new cook at the saloon. They make it just like my mama used to.”

“Relax, Texas. I was just teasing. Besides, all the extra weight looks good on you.”

The weasel’s blush deepened. “What’s in the box, anyway?” she asked, eager to change the subject. She took the box and shook it.

April shrugged. “All I know it’s from the judge.”

“The one who sentenced Ronnie?” Texas said with a scowl.

The fox nodded. “The very same.”

Texas sighed as she began to open the box. “I had hoped we’d found another pair of hands to help us. He might not ‘ave been tough, but he had a brain. That’s just as important as brawn. I could ‘ave whipped him into shape. He would ‘ave been a great… cushion?”

She stumbled over her words as she pulled the contents of the box out. In her hands, she held the raccoon she was just talking about. His body had been ruthlessly mashed into a round, plush form, just big enough to cover the seat of a chair. His face was frozen mid scream, probably the last expression he made before whatever machine that processed him squashed him into his new form. That was really unfortunate for him, considering his mouth was now frozen open, taking up a big chunk of his surface area. Unfortunately, he would be extra absorbent. His eyes focused on her, pleading with her for mercy.

The cushion and the box slipped from her grasp in shock before landing face first into the ground. A barely audible whine came from it. The sheriff and deputy exchanged a confused look.

“That wasn’t who I thought it was, was it?” Texas asked in a soft voice.

“I think he is,” April said hesitantly as she scooped up the box. She looked inside and pulled out a small sheet of paper. “Hold on. This was in there, too.”

She cleared her throat before reading the paper out loud. “Texas. April. I’m sure I don’t need to remind you of the cushion inside this box. Sentencing him to a life sentence as a cushion was easy. The hard part was finding a suitable position to serve his time. There are no shortages of open positions in the courts, or perhaps letting another inmate at him. However, I found all these options to be lacking in a certain sense of… justice. After some thinking, the perfect position came to me. If he wanted to work with you two so desperately, I see no reason to break up your partnership. He will continue to serve the Gold Spring sheriff's department in the only way he can. I do not care which of you he supports, as long as he is doing his duty. This is not up for negotiation. I will be checking in soon. If he isn’t serving his partners, I will consider it a refusal of my direct orders, and you will be punished. After all, three cushions would be a welcome addition to our inventory.”

April looked up from the paper. “What are we going to do?”

Texas scowled. “You read the paper yourself. We don’t have a choice.”

“I know he was a criminal, but I feel bad for him.”

The weasel picked up the cushion and flipped him around to see his face. His flattened eyes darted from her to April, **** for help.

“Well, Ronnie, I can’t say that this wasn’t a little **** for a thief, but I’m a woman of the law. We all ‘ave to do our duty. You were a man of the law once, too, even if it was just a con. I’m sure you understand.”

Ronnie’s eyes widened as they swiveled to April. His body managed faint twitches as he desperately fought his fate. The fox shrugged and looked away.

“Sorry, but you heard the judge.”

Texas gently placed the seat of her chair. The sweat that was already on it soaked into the back of her cushion. She looked a little embarrassed. “Sorry about the sweat. I just finished up a patrol.”

The weasel turned and slowly lowered herself onto the cushion. It desperately twitched and made faint whimpers, but nothing could stop the meaty meteor from slowly descending upon him. His body compacted under as he took more and more of her weight.

Foop!

April raised a hand to her mouth as Texas blushed.

“It wasn’t me!” the weasel blurted out, forgetting who was under her ass. “It was the damn cushion!”

Texas **** more of her weight on Ronnie’s face and gyrated her hips. As his body squelched and groaned under her, he did manage to make sounds similar to passing gas. Although the sounds got considerably more moist as more of her hot, foul smelling sweat was massaged into him. She began to slow down as she remembered who was under her.

Texas slapped the palm of her hand to her forehead. “Well, he’s got to get used to it eventually, I guess.”

She let herself settle into her new cushion more naturally. She shifted around a little, getting a feel for Ronnie’s new soft form. Part of her was loath to admit, but he felt like heaven. His face was perfectly molded to cushion her ass, like he was born for this. And he was doing a great job lapping up her sweat, especially the portion that had his open mouth and tongue. After dealing with worn down cushions for the last several weeks, this was a welcome reprieve. She leaned back and sighed in contentment.

“Well, how is he?”

Texas straightened. “Well, maybe having the Jr deputy around as support staff won’t be so bad.”

“Get up! I want to try him!”

Texas shifted in her seat, getting a squelch out of her cushion. “I just sat back down. Besides, I got to finish up cleaning my revolver.”

“Come on, Texas! You’re going to soak him in sweat!”

“It’s a little late for that.”

“At least scooch over!”

April began to playfully wrestle with Texas, trying to secure the cushion. The weasel let out a small laugh as she remained firm on her claim of the cushion. From time to time, April managed to win dominance of an inch or two, but more often than not, she only succeeded in sitting on Texas’ lap.

Under the weight of two laughing women, Ronnie was **** to take it all. His entire world was nothing but unimaginable pressure, sweat, and constant grounding with no end in sight. He’d be a valuable asset to the department for years to come, always ready to serve one of the two women in the only way he could.

He heard Texas mention indulging in a lot of beans and bacon lately. He only hoped that wasn’t a habit that would add another layer of torment to his punishment.

He would eventually find out he was wrong. Very, very wrong.