Shes not done yet! Sheriffs don't quit! (End pt. 2)

Texas slowly bowed her head, fury and anger filling her lungs. A fire burned inside of her heart, one that gleamed brighter than the sun and glinted off the star on her chest. She was no submissive slut! Nor was she a foot cleaning quiter! She was Sheriff Texas Stanton, a hero! A beacon of hope and protector of the helpless! These people... They needed her. She would not give up that easily.

"Ah ain't doin' nothin' for criminal scum like you!"

Texas gazed up with defiance in her eyes. A burning resolve gleaming in her, Pepper let out a surprised gasp... the crowd shocked at this turn of events.

"Well... this is a bit of a surprise. I thought you lacked a back bone, sheriff... guess I owe Leika a 24 karat gold bar!"

Her tail lunged forth and plunged itself into Texas's shoulder, all of the fight and defiance leaving the little furry critter's body... as well as all control. Her body went completely numb from the neck down, and she collapsed flat out, legs togethers and hands by her sides. Texas eyes went wider than before as she struggled desperately to move... but it was futile.

"If it's any reward sheriff, you surprised me!"

Pepper raised her foot up, and began to stomp down again and again and again. The titanic tower's sole crushing the Weasel flat against the desert floor, shaking the entire town to it's foundation. BOOM BOOM BOOM BOOM! If Texas didn't know better, she'd assume the shaking was the Earth quaking... and the repeated beatdown of her body being a rock slide on top of her pretty little skull. The powerful foot made quick work flattening the weasel to a thin paste, the powerful stomps even causing the sheriff's office sign to tumble down and break through the front steps. By the time Pepper was done, the earth had formed a crater resembling her foot... and Texas was nowhere to be seen.

But no, dear viewers, do not get your hopes up. For as the Scorpion girl and the crowd quickly realized, Texas had become a slimy smear on Pepper's sweaty, dirty foot. Perfectly flattened to form a weasel fur insole... so stuck that she would never come free again.

---2 Weeks Later---

Pepper kicked her feet up onto the repurposed sheriff's desk, showing off her matching flip flops. One side being the light brown fur of one Weasel Sheriff... and the other being bright red with dashes of white, belonging to one ex-deputy now foot cleaner April. Each one of them caked with dust and sand from all the hours the Enforcer had spent walking around the town, meeting up with local business folk and either making friends with them or making payment agreements with them. Upon hearing the Sheriff was out of the picture, Leika had gotten giddy and instantly declared Gold Springs under her care. Making an agreement with Mayor Vivian to help keep lawmen out of the town in exchange for free run of the businesses, Leika had set up shop in the now under new management's sheriff's office.

"Heyyyyyy Pepperrrrrrr~?"

The sultry, drawn out town instantly made the Scorpion girl grimace and sigh. Leika only did this when she wanted something.

"Would you be the sweetest Georgia peach and go meet up with the owner of the uh, Crushed Weasel saloon? Apparently she's like... friends with allllll the questionable folks around here, and it'd be good for recruitment."

Pepper shut her eyes, enjoying one second of peace, before standing up.

"Fine. But after that, no more work for the day, ok? I need a break... and so do my shoes. They feel like they are losing their softness."

Leika snickered, and continued her feigned innocence and sweetness. The fox girl was crafty like that, and the two had known each other so long that even though Pepper saw through it, she kept up the act.

"If you want me to, I can have someone re-fluff them! Just leave them here with me~!"

Pepper laughed, and stomped on the wooden floors to emphasize the point they were staying on. Texas let out a pained squeak as she was smeared against the floor. Even as Leika gave puppy-fox eyes to her right hand woman, Pepper simply turned and walked out the front door... to another nice long jog around the town before she met up with the cowgirl saloon owner, just to break in her shoes some more. Feeling the Sheriff and her Deputy squished and ground against her soles with every thunderous step made it all the more worth it, and every bead of sweat that dripped down her powerful legs or destructive feet went right into her mighty convenient sweat absorbing Weasel Rag! Buy one today, and they'll even throw in a free Fox Foot Freshener. Chuckling to herself as she rounded a bend, feeling the pathetic struggling of her footwear filled her with power and adrenaline. Maybe another lap wouldn't hurt... her.

The End.