She Counterattacks the Flying Fluff-Butt! (End)

The massive leap the Rabbit took punched her clean through the ceiling, and as both Leika and Tex stood gazing up with shocked expressions, the leap also began to take the Rabbit down. Leika actually dove for cover as fire began to fly off around the massive meteorite ass that was coming down towards the already beaten building. The Bunny girl's extinction level descent was a menacing foe that would make even hardened folk freeze up like the desert at night... but Texas was built tougher than most hardened folks. Putting her right foot in front of the other, and sliding the Pepper shield over to her right hand, she got ready to retaliate. The sound of whistling filled the air, as the Mortar Strike of ass came crashing down towards the tiny sheriff and her disheveled office.

"Look out below, Sheriff!"

The sing-song voice of the Rabbit called out, even though nobody except her could make out a damn word she spoke. The ceiling crumbled apart as the bunny punched a new hole through the roof. Her titanic ass seems to have grown bigger from her cannonball descent. Texas drew her arm back, her right hand pressed against her left shoulder... and swung with all of her might.

KRAAAK-KOOM!

The sound of the world's most painful slap spilt throughout the town, even knocking over what remained of Texas's little office. The sonic boom that had been released has sent Leika, Texas, and the Bunny Thug tumbling in different directions, the burning Pepper shield rolling away with the sound of the Arachnid cursing. As Texas flew out of the building and tumbled into the street, a massive cloud of dust followed in her wake, creating a brown smoke so thick not a soul of those re-gathered to watch could see through. The Bunny girl slowly crawled out of the building, tears in her eyes as she rubbed her bright red (even through her gray fur) ass, crying and whimpering as if she had just been spanked... which she had. At Mach 1. Seeing the two-bit scoundrel nursing her brutalized buns, Texas slowly climbed to her feet. Her hat covered in dust and splinters, she plucked it cautiously off the ground and beat the debris off of it. Her hat as clean as she could get it, Texas smirked and placed it like it was a crown atop her head.

"Stay the Hell out of mah to-"

A long pink ribbon burst free from the cloud of dust, in a long swinging arc. All of the crowd's folk dove for cover or jumped over the piece, but our dear protagonist was not so lucky. With surprising skill, the hot pink ribbon wrapped around the Sheriff's leg, and tightened in place. With the weapon so close, Texas saw now that the end of the ribbon had a heavy steel hook, which allowed it to hook onto the ribbon it was attached to. Kind of genius... kind of confusing. Ignoring the wielder's sanity, it was brutally effective, as Texas felt her legs yanked out from under her. Her hat slowly fluttering to the ground, she was rapidly and mercilessly pulled into the remnants of her office. Grabbing hold of the destroyed desk where she once spent hours practicing her chair tipping, the ribbon snapped with the mind numbing sound of ripping fabric.

"You BROKE my favorite ribbon, you no-good, low-life, pain in the ass Weasel slut!"

Leika marched out of the cloud, carrying the tattered remains of her ribbon. Seeing the Weasel was still conscious and unharmed, the feisty Foxgirl tackled her biggest opponent down, pinning her against the floor. Grabbing Texas by the shoulders, Leika began to shake and slam her up and down against the fractured floorboards, unbridled rage that burned like molten steel in her eyes. The shaking Texas, vicious slamming, and growling Leika was releasing terrified the few goons who were still locked up in the conveniently standing prison cell.

"YOU FUCK UP MY PLANS! YOU FUCK UP MY PARTNER! YOU FUCK UP MY GOONS... AND NOW YOU WANNA FUCK UP MY RIBBON?!?! Oh no no no NO! I AM IN CHARGE HERE, AND YOU WILL BE PUNISHED!"

Texas's eyes were swirling dizziness spirals, as Leika pulled the destroy ribbon off her leg and took the hook with it. Placing the clunky metal piece on the table, she grabbed the still dazed Sheriff by the scruff of her neck, and began to drag her with an iron grip. Texas was too loopy to even realize what was happening, nevermind stop it. Not like she ever would have been able to of course, as the grip on her scruff was like a steel vice. Walking up to the prison bars, Leika **** Texas to her unsteady feet, and slammed her against the iron rods. Through her spinning, blurry vision, she was able to make out the petrified, pale fear in the pig thug's eyes. Placing her hands on the bars, she began to steady herself, realizing Leika was no longer holding her. Where was that Vixen anyways?

"If you won't lay down and let us flatten you, then I'm gonna put you to use. REPLACING MY RIBBON!"

Leika jumped up, and drop kicked the Weasel against the bras, squishing her face slightly to fit her between the iron rods. Landing with the thud, the Fox girl instantly raced back to where she was before, and did the same move. A rush forward, followed up by a powerful double legged drop kick that slammed the Weasel against the bar harder, and pushed more of her through. The kicks Leika gave off were more powerful than some of her bigger opponents punches, rattling the metal foundation the bars were welded on to. BMM-CLANG! BMM-CLANG! BMM... CLANG!!! The rhythmic, yet savage, strikes sound like a sledgehammer driving in railroad spikes into the ground. Texas let out a muffled scream as she was pushed through, her lips too flattened to actually make a real world.

"Mmmmagghh! Hmmmm mmmmm! Nnnnmgh!"

She looked at the prisoners before her, yet they weren't going to help. The paper thin Texas was pushed through to the last itty bit, falling to the floor like paper. Because... well... she was. As thin as 20 pound paper, Texas was helpless as the seething Leika kicked down the locked jail cell gate, and grabbed her by the feet.

"Now to make you perfect."

--1 Week Later--

Texas was quickly returned to her proper shape by the Fox Girl, a truly kind blessing from the fluffy Leika. Of course, Texas's true shape was an extremely long rectangular strip, similar to a... say, ribbon. Like the ones used for artistic dancing. She had no hook like her hot pink predecessor, as Leika never used her weasel sash for that. No, instead, Texas was her 24/7 sweat rag. Either wrapped around the Fox Girl's paws, face first in her pits while wrapped around her chest like a breast wrap, or positioned perfectly in her pants so her nose was deep against that fluffy fox swamp ass, or tongue stretched out used to clean up her sticky messes after her self-research sessions. Whatever the scenario, if Leika was there, Ex-Sheriff Texas was too. The fox girl proudly paraded around her hideout, bare of all except her weasel loin cloth. Texas never got used to the ripe stink, the nasty musk, disgusting fluids, or the salty sweat of Leika's body... but it didn't matter. She never escaped, and she never got a break except on wash day. The only time Leika ever washed her?

After Leika ran out of toilet paper.

The End.