Sneak Up On BB and Copperbutt (END)

Texas had made it this far without being spotted, she just had to make it the rest of the way to the duo. The guards were still barely attentive, most either chatting or entertaining themselves. Texas gently set the hammer back down and then turned. Keeping her head low she started to slip through the crowd of criminals surrounding her. She moved at a swift pace, sliding around backsides and slipping between pairs of criminals. With everyone so focused on their own tasks she was making good time. A pair of squirrels were picking at the same rock as Texas carefully skirted past their fluffy tails. A sudden deep trumpeting sound echoed across the yard, criminals and guards alike freezing and looking around. BB Winterbottom was holding a brass trumpet in her hands, the moose smirking. "Texas?!" Elessa, one of the two squirrel acrobats squeaked as they turned around to lock eyes with her. Criminals all around spun at the call, but then a much deep trumpet had everyone instead looking over to the supply shed, seconds before the door suddenly exploded outwards, and revealed the form of an enormous feral grey elephant.

"How in the hell?" one of the guards called out, before lifting his carbine and plugging a few shots at the elephant. They struck against the hard hide and deflected off the leathery skin, only serving to earn a trumpeting roar from the elephant.

"Take it down! Get the Warden!" One of the guards yelled, the pudgy goat barking orders when the trampling feet of the huge elephant came charging in her direction. Her eyes opened wide and she tried to scream before *SSSPPLLAATTT* she was squashed beneath a massive elephant foot.

The guards panicked, along with a lot of the prisoners, and Texas looked past them all to the form of BB Winterbottom's grinning muzzle. "Crush them, Bruto!" BB Winterbottom declared with a smirk. It looked like BB Winterbottom was supplying the distraction, and Incina had made more than just a grappling hook.

Texas grit her fist and started charging for BB, when instead she tipped straight forwards and *smack* landed right on her face. "Oh no you don't! You're not stopping the boss!" Elessa declared, very proud at her fluffy tail takedown. "Boss! BB! It's Texas!" the squirrel called out, waving for BB's attention.

BB paused to look back over at the two waving squirrels. She looked down to see the weasel, locking her eyes with her. "And right on time as always, Sheriff. Or perhaps this time you're slightly too late. I am not staying in this mad house a moment longer," she declared, then motioned to the squirrels. "Deal with her," she ordered them. "Get the rope!" she then barked to Copperbutt.

Elessa and her male squirrel companion both glared at Texas as the weasel pushed herself back up. "Ah'm not letting you fluffballs stop me. Ah got an appointment with yer boss," Texas declared. The squirrels launched themselves at her, but she jumped to the side and grabbed the male by his tail as he leapt past. He squeaked while she spun him around and then let go, sending him whistling through the air, slamming straight into a fat rat's sweaty backside with a *SSPLLRRCHHH* as their low hanging pants let him cram all the way in. "Ta think ah was-urk!" Texas's bragging words were interrupted by Elessa swiftly punching her in the stomach. She staggered back, dropping to one knee and Elessa spun around to kick Texas in the face and send her sliding across the dirt.

Texas groaned as in the background she could still hear frantic gunfire and panicked yells as the elephant had gone full rampage. Prisoners in its way were being trampled under massive feet, guards that tried to shoot Bruto were being squashed and splatted. One of the guards on the tower managed a yell as a fat bear prisoner sailed through the air, thrown by Bruto's trunk to *SPLAT* the guard right against the tower with a precise throw.

Elessa grinned as she hopped on over to Texas, but Texas wasn't one to go down so easy. She pushed back up with surprising speed and as Elessa swung another kick this time she caught it. Elessa squeaked, then tried to jump back, but Texas kept ahold of her so she fell on her back. "Not this time!" Texas declared, hauling Elessa up and then throwing her over her shoulder. The squealing squirrel tumbled straight over her shoulder and to the ground. She slid across it for a moment.

"Grrr, two can play at the-" *SSSSPPPPLLLAAAATTTTTT* Elessa's attempt to recover was interrupted by the oversized backside of an anthro elephant tumbling backwards on top of her. The squirrel was completely squashed, reduced to squirrel paste with a *SQUISH* that ended up painted across the fat, sweaty, leathery ass. Her fluffy tail twitched for a moment before *PRRRBBRRRRRRRTTTTT* A thick fart thundered out and Elessa seemed to go limp as the large elephant picked herself back up and tried to run for the safety of the cells, seeming unaware a crushed prisoner was pasted to her backside.

With the squirrel acrobats dealt with Texas looked back over to BB to see the moose had thrown the grappling hook up onto the wall. Copperbutt's long sweat soaked sheet was bound to it, reaching all the way to the ground. BB was giving it a testing tug, and Texas grit her fists. She didn't have time to waste! If those two flew the coop she lost every chance of ever leaving this prison! She exhaled slowly, looking around at the mess of prisoners, watching the rampaging elephant crashing into some guards trying to push into the yard from the doors, and then she started to sprint.

The Ex-Sheriff's boots hit the dirt. Her arms pumped. She slipped around a sweaty lizard backside as a criminal leapt for her. She ducked under a guard rhino flying through the air after being launched by the elephant. She slid between two wrestling bovines, passing right beneath their guts, then whipping back up to her feet. Copperbutt turned to face her and she didn’t even pause, turning her right arm to the left and striking a shoulder slam into Copperbutt’s middle, the oversized mare tumbling backwards and falling on her ass as Texas lowered her head and threw out her arms in an all in tackle against BB’s back. *PRRRRRBBBRRROOOOOOOOSSSSHHH*

BB Winterbottom groaned as her ass unleashed a blast of reeking, rotten gas… gas that also carried a freezing cold tint. Texas made an impact but when she did she was **** and spluttering. BB dug her heels and took the tackle then bounced Texas back, the weasel landing on her own backside behind the moose. Those extra wide white and black stripy bottoms filled Texas’s vision as BB tutted and shook her head. “Poor show, Sheriff. Rushing in like that? And here I was expecting more of an encore to our last performance,” BB declared as Texas dragged herself to her knees.

Texas groaned, her head swimming as she watched BB slip down her pants, exposing the full width of those wide brown moons. BB shook her ass from side-to-side, then dropped it back, letting the full weight drop right down onto Texas. Or it would if Texas didn’t recover enough to counter by lifting her hands and catching those chunky cheeks. The booty wobbled and jiggled as it filled Texas’s fingers, the weasel grunting with her catch. “Ah ain’t… lettin’ ya… escape…” she growled, pushing back with all her might.

“Maybe you do have some fight still after all,” BB mused with a snort, before biting her lip and *BBBRRROOOOOORRRRSSSHHHHHHHH* Another beefy butt blast pounded out, thundering with a visible haze of icy blue. It wasn’t just making Texas cold, but it literally started to freeze her legs in place. “Though it’s too little too late. Time to cool that hot head of yours,” BB remarked. She pushed back even harder, the **** having Texas’s arms weaken, losing a few inches, which was all it took for that heavy moose butt to thump against Texas’s face, the weasel’s muzzle sinking right into BB’s butt crack.

“G-get off!” Texas tried to order, only to hear a snickering laugh as BB bit her lip and *PPPPHHHRRRRPPPRRROOORRRSSHHH*. The icy gas continued its ****, pumping out of her backside with every clench of her gut. The horrendous stench reeked like a freezer that had defrosted weeks ago and now reeked of all manner of rotten food, the stink bad enough to have Texas’s face turning green, even while the rest of her body seemed to be turning blue. She felt her body locking up, ice forming around her joints, restraining her in place as her attempted struggles seemed to freeze up.

Then as quickly as the ass had planted it lifted off. “While I’d love to stay longer. I have places to be. Come along, Copperbutt, let’s leave the Sheriff here to my good friend, Bruto.” BB gave Texas a wink as she lifted the trumpet to her lips and gave a quick blow. Bruto stopped his rampage for a moment and looked over at BB. “Stomp this Sheriff, Bruto,” she ordered, before looking down to Texas. “If I was you I would run… but well, being frozen and all makes that rather difficult. Afraid this one’s your final performance, Texas~” BB laughed as she grabbed onto the sheet rope and started shimmying up.

*BBBRRRRFFFRRPRPPMMRRPRRT* Copperbutt let loose a rank bubbly fart into Texas’s nose. “Enjoy, Sheriff! Ah’ll be seeing yer deputy real soon,” she promised before following BB up the rope, the pair of them hauling themselves up and towards the top. With the guards on the towers squashed and those in the yard distracted by a rampaging elephant and the crazed prisoners, there was nobody to stop them. Texas could only watch as they clambered to the top of the wall, then slipped off to the other side, dropping into freedom… and abandoning her to her fate.

*THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.* Texas’s eyes slid to the side to see Bruto stomping his way towards her, the enormous elephant taking his time with heavy footed stomps. Her eyes widened, a muffled squeal struggled from her frozen lips. She had to get moving or she was doomed! She wiggled, the freezing of her joints slowly cracking, the sound giving her some measure of hope. She just had to free up enough to roll out of the way, climb that rope after BB Winterbottom and put an end to this! She needed to get free enough to pursue.

*THUMP. THUMP. THUMP.* The stomping got closer, the ground shook underfoot as Texas warmed up from her wiggling, feeling her sensation returning. She tried to stumble when she saw a shadow rise over her. She was too late. “Nooooo!” she screamed and then *KER-SSSSPPPPLLLAAAATTTTT* The enormous elephant’s foot came crashing down. She barely had a chance to look at the huge circular pad, slick with sweat and covered in stains from squashed guards and prisoners, and then it was crashing down on top of her with Bruto’s full, very considerable weight. The huge foot remained planted for a moment, the only sign of Texas a ponytail leading to the back of the sweat slicked sole.

Bruto let out a trumpet of delight as it dragged the enormous foot from side-to-side, slowly grinding the esteemed Ex-Sheriff into a neatly pressed weasel pancake. It lifted its foot for a moment, peering down to review the weasel. Texas’s head had been squashed into her shoulders, her shoulders down into her ample hips and then those hips spread to the sides, forming the base of a disc then dominated by her boobs in an inner loop and her squashed face with a goofy expression pressed right in the centre. Her eyes spun as the elephant let out a huff of appreciation, before slamming his massive foot down again. *SPLAT*. And again. *SPLAT*. Each heavy crash saw her form squelched and splattered out under the circular pad, dug into an increasingly deep crater in the middle of the prison yard.

“Clear the yard! Scrape everyone up and back to their cells! Pass me my rifle!” Warden Ramshackle’s words bellowed across the yard. One of her subordinates handed the sheep a rifle. She took aim and pulled the trigger. *FWIP*. It fired out a dart that whistled through the air and thumped into the elephant’s neck. It turned around for a second, a glare in its eyes before the glare turned to confusion, then drowsiness, then *TTHUUUDDDDD* the elephant crashed to the ground on its front and was snoring almost instantly.

The yard was a mess. Crushed, flattened and smooshed furs all over the place. Some would definitely need some effort to reform from their crushed states. Other prisoners were still intact but rowdy enough the guards had to get at them with batons to get them to calm down. By the end everyone would be back in their cells, everyone bar the escaped pair and a certain weasel.

Warden Ramshackle let her guards get to work as she approached Bruto, and then crouched down beside its front foot. Twitching on the front, utterly squashed into a smeared weasel stain was the twitching form of Ex-Sheriff Texas Stanton. She looked to the Sheriff, shaking her head and then to the rope and hook that had been used for the escape. “I am disappointed, Texas. I really thought you’d be able to handle a few small-time criminals, but apparently I was mistaken. Truly, my belief in you is as crushed and flattened as your pathetic form,” Ramshackle remarked with a sour expression on her face.

Texas whimpered weakly, her flattened tongue twitching against the underside of the sweaty, foul, elephant foot. She could say nothing, just look pleadingly and pathetically at her one hope. Warden Ramshackle scoffed in response. “You failed in your duty, so I’ll put in the reports we failed in ours. Sheriff Texas Stanton escaped the prison will be the official story, but in truth you’ll be taken into new custody, beneath this jailor you’ve grown so fond of. Enjoy the rest of your life as an insole, Texas Stanton,” Ramshackle almost spat, the warden rising to her feet and then turning away. “Get this elephant out of here! I'm still not sure why we decided to lock it up so close to its owner! Send it to a zoo, another circus, anywhere but here! And ensure Texas doesn’t weasel her way out of this final fate!” Ramshackle ordered.

So Texas would spend the rest of her time smeared across the sole of an elephant, being stomped and ground until she was so impossibly thin that it was impossible to tell if she was still stuck to that rank, sweaty foot or not. If only she had been quicker and stopped BB Winterbottom before she blew that trumpet. Maybe she wouldn't have frozen up at the wrong moment and suffered a most crushing de-feet!