Set a Trap

Tex noticed her lasso lying along the ground. A rather cruel idea came to Tex’s head. But it would be better than outright plugging the varmint, she reasoned. She tilted her hat, and got to work.

She got low to the ground, before her eyes darted to the rock. “Roxxie! I mean it!” She fired a shot at the rock again, trying to keep Roxxie’s head down. “I don’t wanna hurt ya, but I’ll do what I gotta…”

BANG!

BANG!

Click…

Tex pulled her trigger repeatedly. Yep. That was all she had loaded. All gone. Roxxie poked her head up, a sinister grin on her face. “My turn!” She pulled out her gun, aiming it right at Tex! She gasped, not expecting her to find it so soon. “Seeya, sheriff!”

Click…

She too yanked the trigger relentlessly. “...You gotta be kiddin me…” The bandit grunted. That sharpshooting Tex pulled off had not just flung the gun, but its cylinder had been dented and jammed, and its hammer broken. It would never fire again. “Screw this!” She threw the gun at Tex, before leaping over the rock and rushing her.

Tex huffed, and started to run away. “Give up, Roxxie! This is your last warning!” She opened her revolver, and fumbled with her ammo, a remaining two bullets. She panted, moving as fast as she could while trying to reload, adrenaline firing.

But Roxxie’s adrenaline was pumping too, and after a shamefully short sprint, she grabbed her by the shirt and yanked back, lifting Tex inches off the ground. “I gotcha now, sheriff…”

Things were looking bad for Tex now. “Ngh… What are ya gonna do, huh? Stuff my face in your mare’s danger zone?” She kicked her legs, squirming in vain.

“Well, now that ya mention it…” She grinned. “Butterscotch’s sleep farts are the worst. Ehehe.” She walked back towards her mare. “I’m sure waking up to you stuffed in her ass’ll make up for that ding ya gave her, eh, sheriff?”

“Ngh… you varmint…” Tex gripped her stronger arms, trying to pull free. “How perverse can you be?”

“Enough to handle do-gooders like you!” She roared, heading for butterscotch’s noisy rear. “Any last words, Sheriff?” She sneered, holding her near that blasting ass.

“...Sorry for the stomachache.”

“...What?”

With a grunt, Tex gave the roo the strongest kick to the gut she could muster. It would never stop her cold, but the blow shoved her back, and got her to let go. Tex fell to the ground inches from Butterscotch, huffing. Roxxie held her gut and staggered back, two nice spurred bootprints adorning her stomach. “Oh, you’ve gone and done it now!” Roxxie lunged for her.

Tex held her breath, and tugged a rope on the ground. Roxxie Roo had no chance to react as the sheriff’s lasso went taut, suddenly emerging from the dirt between two rocks, right at the roo’s shin height. And her legs immediately snagged on it, tumbling forward. Right towards the waiting ass of her beloved mare and partner in crime.

Tex curled up, hoping to avoid being flattened by the roo as she came down. Like David and Goliath, the larger fighter came tumbling down. She barely had time to sceam, or even react before her snout planted itself right into that pony butt, and set her whole body jiggling. And Roxxie and Tex alike knew what happened when Butterscotch’s butt was spanked or shaken…

BROOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMPPPPTTT!!!

Tex pinched her nose quickly, and shuffled away. A cloud of green gas blanketed the shady alcove where their standoff had first begun. When it cleared, all that was left was a limp Roxxie, face still buried in her equally limp mount. “Roxxie?” She called out, but got no response. Holding her nose, she went in with her cuffs, and locked her meaty arms up tight. It was over.

“I meant for her to hit her head on the wall. Huh…” She told herself. But in all honesty, maybe getting a taste of her own medicine would make the bandit reconsider such foul tactics. Either way though, it would be a long while before she’d get to test it out. She’d be rotting in jail for a long time now… Now the only real question was how she was going to get two **** fatties out of here...