She Pushes Texas Much Deeper (End)

(Originally by Cheese111)

Georgia stood tall and proud, basking in her victory. No-one in this town would dare cross her ever again. Her word was law and she would uphold it with an iron fist. Anyone who broke the law would be captured and judged on the spot. No more of this long-winded bureaucratic nonsense. Vivian could keep doing that for all the mare cared. She would determine the punishment. As she stood before the awestruck townsfolk her smile couldn't be bigger. There was but one tiny distraction. From deep between her cheeks a very soft but distinct piercing squeaking could be heard. Texas was a fighter and even wedged in the biggest butt she'd ever seen she would not give up. She was no doubt yelling obscenities at the mare, but her words were too muffled by the immense volumes of soft ass surrounding her. Even reduced to a barely audible peep the weasel was able to get on her nerves.

"Will ya quit yer sniveling you pathetic rodent!" Georgia bellowed, staring at her own ass. The townsfolk feared for a moment their newly minted sheriff had already lost it. Texas, still entombed between those squeezing walls of horse butt, fumed at that rodent remark, but it did give her an idea.

"OW! You little runt! You bit me!" The mare growled. "Now you're in for it, weasel!"

Texas' whole world shook as she sank her teeth into the wall of short-furred flesh. She'd definitely managed to get a reaction this time. The huge cheeks slowly parted, thin rays of sunlight shining deep between the mare's massive glutes. Unfortunately the only reason those huge buttcheeks were moving was the mare's hand sliding itself between them. The weasel gulped as Georgia's thick fingers drew near. Already she was mentally preparing to be grabbed and squeezed. What else could the mare still do to her that would outdo being stuck here?

The answer turned out to be brutally simple. The mare never bothered to try and grab Texas. Instead the thick fingers simply pushed the mare's puny captive deeper. The former sheriff whimpered as she was sinking ever deeper between those mammoth buttcheeks. The light faded from her prison, smothered out by overwhelming amounts of fat and flab. It took the mare some effort to press the weasel all the way into her crack, but soon Texas felt her worst nightmares fade into reality. A gut-wrenching squelching could be heard just behind her. Though she was stuck in complete darkness, she didn't need to see it to know it was there. The mare's twitching pucker was mere inches away from her. The sounds it produced would haunt her nightmares. The air around it smelled like her farts, only ten times worse. Unseizing and overwhelming, it made breathing normally near impossible.

Being stuck in the deepest depths of Georgia's buttcrack would be one thing, but the cruel mare wasn't done. The fingers kept poking Texas' chest and gut, pushing her along. Her back was the first thing to make contact with the sensitive pucker. Feeling the sheer enormity of it made the former sheriff realize what was about to happen. She was powerless to stop it as the fingers simply kept pushing. Sure enough the tightly sealed passage opened up. She felt herself get pushed inside, the slimy walls of the mare's rectum greeting the weasel with a coat of sticky gunk. The yawning pucker closed again, squeezing her torso and continuing the stream of disgusting noises. Mild terror turned to full-blown panic as the weasel felt the muscular ring tighten and loosen, her body slipping in just a little deeper every time. This couldn't be how it ended. She deserved better that to be slowly sucked into a horse's ass. She screamed and shouted, but deep between those huge buttcheeks not a sound escaped.

Everyone stood frozen in horror as they watched the new sheriff stick a finger up her own ass. Nobody dared to move of even say anything, lest they'd ruin the moment and incur Georgia's wrath. She could feel it. The weasel was wiggling as best she could, but Texas was no match for her beautiful body. It slowly pulled the weasel into her final resting place. With what restraint she had the mare stopped herself from farting. Now wasn't the time to gas the little runt ****. She wanted her victim to feel her immense body. Soon enough the walls around the weasel began to shudder to life. They brutally clenched together, painfully crushing their prey. Between clenches the mare's rear sucked even more of the squirming weasel inside.

Texas was resigned to a life inside of Georgia's butt. Inexorably the pucker sealed up over her head, locking her inside a tube of muscle, slime and nothing even close to breathable air. The only question remaining was what would rob her of consciousness first, the stench or the pressure? The former sheriff was beaten and bruised from the ordeal, the crushing walls not helping one bit. She should've been more careful around Abra. Underestimating her had cost the weasel everything. With her final thoughts on the cheetah the lights finally go out. Georgia either doesn't notice or simply doesn't care that her prisoner is no longer moving. It was the inevitable fate of all those that would soon face her judgment. A long, heavy fart dispels the notion for everyone around that somehow Texas might be okay in there.

"Welp, consider that weasel properly judged. Now get moving ya lazy freeloaders. This new throne ain't gonna build itself." Her harsh words whipped the crowd into a frenzy, all busily trying not to be be her next prisoner. In the years that follow Georgia deposes mayor Vivian, sending her to meet the same fate as the weasel. By all accounts Gold Springs was peaceful. The massive mare kept the town in a **** grip. Anyone who even slightly stepped out of line was dealt with... harshly. Only those with a bribe big enough could get away with anything. And even though Texas was a fine meal for Georgia's ass, it was merely the first of many unusual 'meals' for the towering mare. From her newly built throne she oversaw the daily bustle, demanding her every whim be met with severe punishment for any who refused. Her jacket proudly boasted a large iron star, making it clear to any and all who dared to end up in this town: Georgia is the sheriff, and her word is the law.

Abra left a few days after. The sight of the enormous mare putting the weasel in her place would stay with her for some time. But the Wild West is a big place. There were many more towns in need of her services. Though a town like Gold Springs and a horse woman as enormous and relentlessly enthusiastic as Georgia would be something she never came across again.

Thus ends the tale of Texas, swallowed up by a giant horse woman's ass never to be seen again.