Take the Offer and Leap Off the Train (End)

Texas meets Vivian eyes and slowly nods her head. “Fine! Ya win this time, ya varmint,” Texas concedes, hanging her head.

“That’s right, Texas, you know that it’s not a Sheriff’s place to fight with their Mayor,” Vivian replied smugly. “Now get off my train!” she demanded, her weapon pointed at Texas.

Texas frowned, looking to the bound Georgia and then back to Vivian before nodding her head. This was way above her pay grade. She’d come out and done her job but fighting with the Mayor was a good way to get herself fired or worse. “Ah’ll look the other way. This time,” Texas remarked, before jumping from the side of the train. She landed in a roll, then turned to see the train slowly skidding to a stop behind her. Looked like the Mayor was going to pull the train to a halt just before Coyote Canyon. Not that it mattered to Texas. She’d made her deal, and now she’d head back to Gold Springs without her horse. It was going to be a long walk of shame.

Texas was sat in her office back in Gold Springs, the Sheriff napping in her seat. Her boots were up on her desk, her hat lowered over her face. *SLAM* The sudden sound of the door being barged open had Texas yelp, the Sheriff sitting up in her seat. In walked Georgia, flanked by two of the Mayor’s goons. “Georgia! Yer pushin’ yer luck showin’ yer face after the train!” Texas snapped, quick to put her brain into gear.

“Yer one to talk, Sheriff. In fact, the train’s exactly why ah’m here,” Georgia said, a very smug smirk on her face. “Got a message from Mayor Vivian, just fer you.” The horse lifted out a sheet of paper on the Mayor’s Stationary. She placed it down on the desk, and pushed it over to Texas, who quickly snatched it to her side.

“This better be good,” Texas grumbled as she scanned over it, and her eyes widened. “W-what?! This can’t be right!” she exclaimed. “The Mayor can’t do this! Ah let her go!” Texas squealed, shaking her head in disbelief.

Georgia was still beaming as she slowly shook her head. “Our esteemed mayor didn’t commit any crimes according to your report. What, ya thought that there’d be no repercussions to letting those bandits go? Millions of dollars worth of belongings were stolen, and the people really ain’t happy! So you just gotta cover the damages…”

Texas skipped a few lines and settled on the huge figure before her. “This… this can’t be right. That’s more than ah’d make in… in mah lifetime!” Texas protested. She reached into her pocket for cash and pulled out a single silver dollar and a handful of change, all that she had until her next paycheck.

“Oh it’s right, alright!” Georgia remarked, grinning even wider. “And if ya can’t pay, then ya can’t hold office. In fact, it means you’re goin’ off to debtor’s jail!” Georgia’s grin couldn’t be wider as she relayed the news to the shocked Sheriff.

“This… this is all a bunch of hooey! I ain’t goin’ ta jail for… for lettin’ the mayor commit a crime!” Texas replied in disbelief, shaking her head, even as she saw the document before her on official stationery.

“The Mayor doesn’t commit crimes, Texas, you should know that by now.” Vivian’s voice came from the doorway as the Lynx came strolling in. The Mayor was back in uniform, her hefty cheeks constrained by tight formal pants as the chubby Lynx entered the office. “I appreciate all you do for this town, Sheriff, but it’s a crying shame that the perpetrators gave you the slip this time. I’ve had so many of the rich families petitioning for their belongings to be returned, but we have no idea where they went. Which left me only one choice,” Vivian let out an exaggerated sigh as she shook her head.

Texas was trembling as it all sank in. She’d done everything she could and she’d left Vivian alone to try and avoid backlash like this! “Y-yah can’t do this! This ain’t legal! This ain’t fair! Texas protested.

“Now I’d hate to see you carted off to the County Jail for bankruptcy. Especially since so many dangerous villains that you put away personally have ended up there. Imagine, locked in a cell block with the likes of Daffodil,” Vivian began, Texas turning a shade of white as she definitely did imagine just how horrible that would be for her. “So I’ve decided to offer you a way out. Some meaningful employment. You’ll be paid a fair wage, though it’ll all go back to those repayments.” Vivian stepped forwards as she spoke, Georgia moving aside as Vivian put another document onto Texas’s desk.

Texas slid it over and took a look. “Another job? Working for you as the… Mayor’s Assistant?” she said, seeing the job title. “Ah ain’t goin’ to work for a corrupt crook like you!” Texas growled, gritting a fist.

“No? Then I’ll let Warden Ramshackle know that you’re coming, and to make every night for the next week chilli night. I wonder how long you’ll last,” Mayor Vivian replied with a smug smirk as she made a point of dragging the contract back over.

“W-wait!” Texas yelped as she grabbed it back, pulling out a pen and signing along the bottom. Images of her being dragged to the bathroom by a horde of vindictive girls were playing through her head as she signed the contract, and sealed her fate.

“Perfect. Welcome to my staff, Texas. Know that if you do anything, anything that I don’t like, then you’re fired. And if you haven’t repaid your debts then the second you leave my employment you’re going straight to jail,” Vivian made clear, Texas gulping as she realised the terms. “Georgia, you may collect your badge. Texas, you’re with me,” Vivian remarked.

Georgia stepped up to Texas as the weasel stood up. A fat horse hand clamped around her badge and then *RRRIIIPPP* she pulled it off along with part of Texas’s jacket. “This has been a long time comin’, Tex,” Georgia remarked as she shoved the badge into her own jacket. “Yer goin’ to love what ah do with Gold Springs. Do me a favour, try and leave Gold Springs. Ah’ll have plenty of fun draggin’ you back,” she said, smirking as she then stepped to the side to let Texas past.

The weasel paused, trying to respond when she heard a snap from Vivian. “Texas! With me!” she snapped. Texas swallowed whatever words came to her as she followed Vivian from the Sheriff’s Office and towards her new post in the Mayor’s Office.

“TEXAS!” Vivian’s raised voice made the weasel wince. A month of Vivian’s service had left her jittery as anything. She spent all hours of the day waiting on the Mayor and her myriad demands. The weasel left the archive room behind as she sprinted back into the main office, to where the Lynx was sat back in her seat. Her generous ass pancaked out beneath her, Texas wincing at the sight of the fox that served as her ass cushion today. At least it wasn’t her turn again, she’d spent all last week buried under the Mayor’s blubbery behind, being blasted by her noxious fumes.

*PPRRBBRRRRTTT* As if to illustrate her point the Mayor tilted her ass to the side and let loose a thick rip of flatulence. The thick green puff of stench was nausea inducing, the rank odour earning a muffled scream from under her backside as April suffered in the stink. Vivian sighed, when she saw Texas in front of her. “There you are, weasel! On your knees, I’ve had a long day and my paws need a good rubbing,” Vivian demanded.

Texas grit her teeth at her tone, but then her eyes drifted past Vivian’s face, and to the picture she’d put up on the noticeboard behind her. It showed the interior of the County Jail, and a few of Texas’s noticeable villains all staring at the camera, as if looking eagerly at Texas for her eventual arrival. The former Sheriff paled and nodded her head, before she dropped down to her knees. She slid underneath Vivian’s desk, and a pair of grimy lynx paws were waiting for her.

As thick as the sweat that beaded on those stompers was, as bad as the stink that wafted off of those paws could get, Texas knew there was plenty worse waiting for her in County Jail if she broke the contract and got herself fired. She leant in, her tan fingers squeezing into the paws before her, sinking into the sodden digits and getting a noseful of paw stink. The heady stench of rotten cheese pickled in vinegar and aged in a vat of sweat was thick enough to make her head spin, but still she massaged as skilfully as she could.

“That’s right, Texas… you know your place. You’re all mine now. A single misstep and you’re a stain on the ass of some elephant inmate. Want to avoid that? Then open that mouth and get slurping,” Vivian called down, a purr to her voice as she bit her lip.

Texas had ****, she leant forwards and her tongue slipped out. She tried to imagine she was anywhere but here, that she was still a Sheriff and Georgia wasn’t running the town for Vivian, but it was no use. The rank taste of those toes had Texas gagging, cutting through any pleasant thoughts and reminding her of her toe-tal defeet. She slurped and choked, tears in her eyes as she **** herself to worship those rank paws, all while hearing the muffled cries of her former deputy turned seat cushion.

Both lawgirls would end up in Vivian’s ownership for a very long time. Though eventually even she would grow tired with them. Then they were let go, and both sent to prison for bankruptcy. The already broken weasel and fox wouldn’t even last their first night, ending up as goo slathered over inmate’s ass cracks, paws and pits. Despite the months of degrading themselves, they weren’t spared their awful and quite final fate. Looked like Texas learned at least one valuable lesson from the whole endeavour. Never trust a bureaucrat!