Chapter 6
by 
Flattened Fan
What does Georgia do?
Stomp the Weasel!
Texas grit her teeth as a firm hand wrapped around her pony tail, lifting her to her knees. “I spent so many years working under you, sheriff.” Georgia snarled as she paced around the weasel, her expression a cocktail of poorly suppressed rage, and sadistic satisfaction. Raising her boot, the ex-deputy leaned back, letting Texas take a good, long look at the underside of her size thirty two weasel stompers. “Let’s see how well you work under me.”
Having always been quick on the draw, Texas brought her hands up lightning quick, gripping the edges of Georgia’s boot just as the horse stepped forward. The shoe halted, Texas snarling through gritted teeth as her arms trembled under the weight. Georgia easily weighed as much as a medium sized elephant, and holding that weight up was no small feat. At first, a look of shock flashed across Georgia’s face, though as she noticed the weasel’s struggles, that expression shifted, turning to a cruel enjoyment. “What’s the matter sheriff? Struggling with the workload?” Georgia laughed as she slowly started to lean forward, distributing more and more of her weight over Texas’ struggling form.
On the side lines, the sow sisters whooped and cackled like a pair of eager hyenas. Their mocking laughter and eager chortles chipped at Texas’ focus like a chisel, making it hard for the weasel to find the state of mind needed to weather her old deputy’s ****. Her arms were quickly turning numb, and she felt her body bending backward slightly as Georgia’s weight started to overwhelm her. She needed to get out of this, fast.
Eyes ablaze with determination, Texas locked her gaze to Georgia’s own. “Ger off me yah damn, filthy varmint!” She snarled, spittle spraying from between her clenched teeth as she reached deep inside herself, calling on all her might, and shoving against the oppressive equine.
Georgia’s confidence quickly vanished as her foot started to lift, the pig’s laughter silencing for a second as Texas pushed back against the hefty horse. Georgia leaned forward, putting almost all her weight onto Texas, who let out a determined war cry as she continued to push.