Six Months Later (End)

The Crushed Weasel was bustling with activity as the patrons entered in droves. The past few months had seen an explosion in popularity for the seedy establishment, with Annabelle making money hand over fist in drink sales alone. With the extra money she was able to touch up her bar, replacing the barely stable chairs, waxing the floors, and renovating the bathrooms to accommodate the larger patrons. Her success was partially chalked up with the appointment of Gold Spring's new sheriff, Georgia. The giant mare was far more flexible when it came to dealing with lawbreakers and considering how they made up such a large portion of Annabelle's patrons, it naturally led to better business for her.

Of course, that wasn't the only reason for the bar's success. Much, if not most, of that it's flourishing business was attributed to their most recent hire. As the doors flew open, customers would be greeted by a beautiful young lady, her body completely bare save for the dark red apron she wore. She would look at them with a bright smile and say,

"Howdy! Welcome to The Crushed Weasel! Mah name is Texas Stanton and ah'll be servin' ya'll this evenin'!"

"Do you have to greet me like that every time?" Georgia said with a snicker as walked by the doors. Her arrival was greeted with a hardy cheer by the patrons, which she answered back with a dismissive wave.

"Sorry, Sheriff. It's all part'a the job!" Texas giggled. Months ago, she would've wretched at the idea of Georgia being referred to as "Sheriff" but now she could care less. The title meant nothing to the weasel anymore.

"Yeah, whatever. I'm getting the house special, so you better get those hands ready" she said a wink before walking past the weasel with an extra sway to her massive backside. Texas had to bite down on her bottom lip as a shiver went through her body. The House Special was reserved for only the most esteemed of guests and consisted of a full body massage and a full body cleansing, both of which were handled by Texas herself. The latter was far less dignified than it sounded, with her body being squashed and used as a washrag as the guest bathed themselves. Still, her heart swooned every time as she was used to washed the fattest, sweatiest asses in the west.

When Roxxie purposed the idea of her working at the Crushed Weasel, the weasel could barely contain her excitement. At first she was just giddy at the thought of being around Annabelle and her notoriously rank backside for hours on end, but she was made even more eager when Roxxie explained her plan. The town's most infamous villains tended to congregate to Annabelle's bar to unwind and hatch their evil schemes, so Texas could live her knew dream of being used as a plaything by them, all while raking in a modest profit (though she would immediately surrender paycheck to her loving owner, Roxxie).

The roo was right on the money when she said that Texas would feel right at home. Her official job titles were as "hostess" and "waitress" but in truth, she was more of a plaything for the patrons to **** for their own amusement. The amount of times she had been crushed, flattened, sat on, farted on, and chewed up, were far too numerous to even begin to count... and the weasel loved every second of it. Her former foes would visit almost regularly and she would delight in worshiping every inch of their bodies. The would even compete to see who's farts could make the weasel climax the fastest. Within the walls of The Crush Weasel, Annabelle held that record by a large margin, her gas being strong enough to corrode metal and kill flies. Jesse and Jane shared second place and Georgia was a close third. The only person disqualified from their little game was Roxxie, as the weasel's adoration towards her was unmatched.

After she was done serving the other patrons, Texas eagerly walked upstairs to the VIP room. She couldn't wait to get her hands on Georgia's thick musky ass. As she approached the door, her nose could already pick up the familiar scent of horse sweat. She tried her best to maintain an air of professionalism as she opened the door and stepped inside.

"Alright, are you ready for..."

Texas trailed off as she was greeted with a most unusual sight. Georgia had begun to strip out of her clothes, peeling her jeans off of her butt to reveal what appeared a face sticking out from between her massive cheeks and gasping for air. As odd as the sight was, that wasn't what gave the weasel pause. That face belonged to her old friend and former depury, April Briggs. Last Texas heard, she had been appointed the deputy of the new sheriff. The fox coughed and sputtered, spitting out mouthfuls of Georgia's sweat.

"Miss Georgia, please! I was only five seconds late!" April cried as fruitlessly attempted to squirm her way free.

"Briggs, when I say 'have those papers on my desk by 5:30', that means you bring them at least five minutes early. We've been over this" Georgia said with a flat and disinterested tone.

"B-but-"

"The only 'butts' you should be worried about right now is mine. Now get back in there!"

April screamed as the fleshy walls around her clenched around her body, pulling her back into the mare's swampy ass. As her eyes darted across the room, they finally landed on her former boss. Her eyes lit up with the hope that her friend would stop this atrocity and save her like days past... but that wasn't the cast. Texas met her gaze with a look of mild bemusement, as though she were watching someone do a parlor trick. That was the last thing April saw before being entombed the Georgia's ass crack. From the outside, she could just barely make out words being spoken.

"Sorry bout that. My deputy's none too bright, so every now and again I gotta discipline her" Georgia said with a yawn.

"Never you mind, Sheriff! Ah'm here t' get yer mind offa work!" Texas said happily.

That was the moment where it finally hit April. The old Texas was completely gone, never to be seen again. Dark days would follow the people of Gold Springs as crime and corruption continued to flourish. Texas lived the rest of her days working in The Crushed Weasel while living under the roof of Roxxie. As for the cause of this whole mess, the hypnotist bunny Penelope, she would leave Gold Springs to enrich the lives of other would be law men. No one would know of her role in Texas's change in character, but it didn't matter. All that matter to Penelope was that Texas was happy with her Kangaroo lover.

Another satisfied customer