Sneak in close and rescue the Hostage (End)

Texas couldn’t risk the hostage. If Copperbutt knew she was approaching she could threaten them with her backside. She needed to get close and get them out of it. The pegasus seemed plenty distracted after all. She grunted and huffed as her backside exploded with huge eruptions of utterly noxious gas, each sputtering blast basting the possum lodged in her ass in a combination of thick greasy sweat and unloading massive blasts of reeking green clouds. “Clock’s ticking, moneybags! My next ass rip could be the last your brain can take,” Copperbutt snorted, reaching back with a hand, and striking against one of the huge copper mounds of her ass. The impact rippled across the entire buttock, spreading like ripples spreading across a pond.

The weasel Sheriff steeled herself as best she could and advanced into the green fog. The thick haze made her eyes sting and nostrils burn, but she kept focused on her goal. She did her best not to breathe, but she could still feel the rancid stink wafting around her. The massive cheeks thundered again, another bassy butt rip that bathed the room in chilli infused pegasus farts. Texas turned her eyes away but reached out with a hand. Even through the fog she found the possum’s shoulders. Gripping the other she got a firm hold and then yanked backwards, turning her body as she did. With a *pop* the possum pulled free of the sweaty grip of those two mammoth cheeks, and thanks to the rotation, she was turned aside and pushed. She stumbled away and fell to her face free of those cheeks. A perfect plan… barring one thing.

As the possum pulled free of Copperbutt’s ass all the gas she’d been holding back came gushing out from those two cheeks. The thick cloud of rotten miasma came rushing from her filthy crack, the stink so vile that it formed into skull and crossbones shapes. “Oi! Where’s my stink soaker?!” Copperbutt growled as she blindly threw a hand backwards. Texas was just about clear, except for her long-braided ponytail. She felt the fingers wrap around her hair and yank her backwards. Even as the possum tumbled free, Texas was dragged back in her place and turned to face the enormous ass. The Sheriff’s eyes widened, and her hands raised but nothing was stopping the *SSSLLLAAPPP* of her being rammed right into Copperbutt’s enormous, sweaty ass. As she impacted into it, the **** had the two cheeks on either side roll inwards, giving off an audible *CLAP* as if to celebrate Texas’s capture between the two doughy mounds of ass.

“G-get off me, ya varmint!” Texas gasped, the weasel slamming both hands into the massive cheeks. The wobbling mass of booty swallowed her fingers into the spongy blubber. Her attempts to push herself back just saw her fingers sinking into the squishy rump once more. Her face was lodged deep into that backside. In fact, if the possum rolled onto her back and looked up, she’d just see Texas’s ponytail sticking out of the back of that ass crack as everything else above her shoulders was buried in fat, copper ass.

“Wait a minute, yer not that possum!” Copperbutt called back, before looking over her shoulder. The possum suddenly flopped back to the ground, sticking out her tongue and playing dead. “Huh… damn, looks like ah did blow her away. Oh well, round 2 with my new toy!” Copperbutt declared, shrugging as she didn’t seem to care that much at all. She put both hands against her belly and pushed into it, squeezing her own groaning gut. “Better brace yerself! Was going to use this on the possum but looks like yer going brain dead instead!”

Texas’s eyes widened. She heard the deep *GGGRRLLLRR* from the belly-up front, and then the sounds of pressure shifting through Copperbutt in front of her. A soft *Prrrrfffffrrrrsssshhhhhh* began to gush from the butt before her, which made her heart drop. It sounded like the lit wick of a stick of dynamite slowly burning down, and she didn’t want to be wedged between those cheeks when the explosion went off! “W-wait, ah’m the Sheriff! You can’t do this!” Texas squealed out, hoping that might change Copperbutt’s mood.

Instead the response from Copperbutt was a crass laugh. “Then ah’ll enjoy this twice as much!” Copperbutt declared with a grin. The hissing got louder and more strained as it gusted in Texas’s face. *PPRRROOOOSSSHHHH*

The weasel’s panic only worsened. She shoved as hard as she could, pushing with both hands, trying to swing out with her back to pull her head free but it wasn’t shifting. “No! No! NOO!” she screamed desperately, pushing, and shoving until she heard the hissing stop… and then *PPPPRRRWWWWWWOOORRRBBBRRRAAAPPPRRRAABBBRRRLLLLPPPPRRRRTTTT* The eruption that came from Copperbutt’s ass was truly awe inspiring. The entire bank flooded with noxious green gas. Doors exploded outwards and windows shattered open as thick fog rolled out of them. In fact, the entire building seemed to shake and tremble as if bouncing on its foundations from the apocalyptic fart that sputtered from Copperbutt’s backside.

Texas’s eyes rolled back into her head, the fart blowing down her nostrils, pounding into her screaming mouth as she seemed to entirely flood with Copperbutt’s gas. “Ohhhh yyeeeaah! That’s the good stuff!” Copperbutt declared, the mare panting. She pulled her hat off her head and fanned some of the rank green cloud away, dispersing the skulls and crossbones that were appearing in the fart. “How’re you holding up, Sheriff?” Copperbutt called back. She reached back and *pop* she dragged Texas from her ass. The weasel trembled, her tongue sticking out of her slack jaw. Thick green fart stink puffed up from her open mouth and out of her ears, slowly dissipating into the already stink laden air. “Might’ve gone too hard.”

For a moment it seemed like the Sheriff was gone, but then there was a twitch and a gasp. Copperbutt grinned again. “Perfect! On yer knees an’ give my girls a huff!” Copperbutt called out. The dazed weasel didn’t question the command, simply dragging herself to her knees. Copperbutt turned and presented her enormous ass, the two huge cheeks still dripping with sweat and wafting fumes. Texas didn’t even hesitate, the weasel ramming her face forwards with a *SPLAT* and starting to take huffs of the absolutely awful stink. Even as she followed the command she still choked and gasped on the *PPPRRBBRRAATTT* that bubbled up and into her mouth.

“Hahahaha! Priceless!” Copperbutt called back, laughing at the Sheriff now snorting her ass fumes, arms hugging around her hefty cheeks as far as they could reach. In the back of her mind, Texas was screaming. Screaming at the stench, screaming at the horror, and screaming at the injustice. She was the Sheriff! In trying to save the possum, all she’d done is put herself in the firing line and now her body was Copperbutt’s to control. All she could do was sob and scream away in the tiny corner of her mind, only able to watch through her body’s glassy eyes as she worshipped the huge backside of the gassy pegasus.

“Time to get moving! Come along, luv!” Skyheart called out, clapping her cheeks together with a *SPLAT* With Texas nice and secured she stood back up and then scooped up the possum from the ground. “Nice try, moneybags. Now about that safe?” she said with a wicked grin. The possum gave up the act and squealed, nodding her head.

Copperbutt adjusted her cheeks on the stool she was seated on, grinding her cheeks against the arms trying to support her enormous cheeks. Former Sheriff Texas Stanton was on her knees, her arms wrapped around Copperbutt’s enormous ass cheeks as she tried to hold up the massive pegasus. Her face was invisible, Copperbutt’s cheeks resting against her shoulders so her head was buried deep inside of the depths of those cavernous cheeks. “Oh yeah, it’s great. Don’t matter if there’s no space at the bar, ah’ve always got a stool to unfold. Should get yer own, Sheriff!” Copperbutt called out to the Dragon she was talking to on the stool next to her.

The Pegasus paused to tip another gulp of her drink down her throat, then unleash another *PPPRRRRRBBBBRRRRAAAPPPRRRRRTTTT* from her backside. The huge cheeks rippled and jiggled around Texas’s trapped face. “Ahh. See, not a single complaint!” Copperbutt remarked, before snorting a laugh as she heard the sound of huffing as the broken Texas sucked up her ass stink. “Nah, wouldn’t part with her. Besides, ah’m already loaded,” Copperbutt declared with a grin. “This gal’s with me until the end of time…”

And Texas would be. The unfortunate weasel was unable to refuse any of the requests from her mistress. Copperbutt had blown any resistance out of her and turned the Sheriff into nothing but a butt huffing stink ****. She’d know nothing but Copperbutt’s fat sweaty ass and bassy farts for the rest of time, and in the back of her mind she’d hate every single second of it.