Texas Gets In Close

(Originally by DanceDanceImmolation)

Texas took a deep breath and gulped. She wasn't going to like this, but it might just be her only shot to catch Brass by surprise and hopefully but a stop to him before this whole duel thing had to go down. She ducked into the lady's room, which at the saloon also doubled as the changing room for the dancers, and came out in a halfway decent disguise; her duster and boots were swapped out for a frilly dress and her hair had been tucked into a light brown wig. She could probably fool a few of her friends with the getup, let alone a half-drunk bull that had only just met her.

"I said ANOTHER BITCH!" Brass hollered.

Texas threw aside any second thoughts she might have had about the plan and ran in, knowing it was her only chance. She dropped to her knees in front of Brass's muscular, musky ass. His taut asshole puckered in front of her, wafting out a pungent stench that stung her nose something fierce. She was hesitant to get closer to his stinking crack, but she knew she'd risk blowing her cover if she didn't. She leaned in and took a tentative lick, finding it just as horrible to taste as it was to smell.

Brass snorted, "You call that eating ass? Get in there 'fore I **** you in there so deep you never come out."

Thankfully Brass hadn't turned around to look at her, she wasn't particularly confident in her disguise and was worried he might recognize her if he gave her too much scrutiny. She dove into his ass with more vigor, desperately lapping at his horrid butt in an attempt to appease the overgrown brute. She heard him moan in mild interest, meaning she might just make it. That was before he blasted her with a thick fart that blew straight down Texas's throat. She gagged, completely unable to focus on anything other than his rotten gas in her maw.

"Hey! Did I say stop?"

Texas swallowed her pride and went in for more, but she wasn't sure how many more of those she could take. She didn't even know what she was doing! She was just slurping his ass and eating his farts, this wasn't helping her defeat him. She needed to think of a plan. That's when she saw it.

Brass's hand cannon was dangling loose from its holster, and from where she was kneeling she could grab it. Not even a goliath like him would mess with her when she was the one holding the gun. Texas started to slowly reach over, still eating Brass's ass and still smelling his farts, trying to make it seem like she was doing her job and not undermining the bull. But could she get close enough to steal it?