Texas Lets Incina Up (END)

Texas keeps a close eye on Incina as she slowly lifts her knees up off of the dragon's back. Texas stands up first, but keeps herself ready. "Go on then ya varmint. Get up."

Incina sighed with relief at feeling the pressure off her back. "See? We can be much more civil, Sheriff." Slowly she rose back up, dusting off her prison suit. There was a glare to her golden eyes as they fixed on Texas. "So you wanted to know about the escape attempt that we have brewing, why?"

Texas rolled her eyes. "Ah'm askin' the questions here, Incina. Y'aint talking circles 'round me, not this time! Show me what you're hidin'!"

The dragoness smirked at Texas's response. "How astute of you, Texas. Looks like you've gotten smarter since our time together in Gold Springs," Incina declared, before reaching into the back of her jumpsuit and squelching around. There was an unpleasant squish as she fumbled around her swampy cheeks before she pulled her claw back out. Then she extended her cupped hand towards Texas. "Here."

"Y'ain't holdin' anythin'," Texas replied, crossing her arms in annoyance.

"Of course I am, it's just small. Here!" Incina declared again, shaking her hand impatiently. "I am not just dropping it on the floor."

Texas relented and held out her palm under Incina's cupped hand. "Go on then, give-" Incina didn't let Texas finish her sentence as she threw the contents of her claw right at Texas! The sheriff was showered with a handful of ass sweat and a cupped SBD. The thick flatulent fragrance had Texas **** as it entered her open mouth. She could taste and smell rotten eggs and rank meat, the combination an overwhelming **** on her senses.

"How'd you like that, I made it myself," Incina teased, giving Texas a wink as the weasel gagged on the stink, before she slammed a balled fist into Texas's chest, winding her hard. Texas was gasping for air, her senses tainted by stink from Incina's cheap shot as she staggered back and leant against the railing. Incina grinned as she twisted her body, swinging her curvy hips like a hammer. As they struck Texas she fell backwards, slipping over the railing and slamming down onto the conveyor belt beneath her. The conveyor was moving slowly, slow enough Texas allowed herself a second to recover. "You're not stopping our escape, Sheriff. And you're never going to leave this place, in fact they'll have a new job for you very shortly," she declared with a grin.

Texas landed with a slam onto the conveyor and shook her head. "Ya varmint! Ah knew not to trust ya!" she growled, gripping her chest as she pushed up to her feet. She saw Incina step over to a panel beside the conveyor and her eyes widened. "Don't you-" she started to yell when *KER-CHUNK* The lazily moving belt suddenly cranked up its speed. Texas almost fell on her ass again but she managed to keep her footing, though the *CRASH* of the piston's behind her had her look over her shoulder. "Oh you gotta be kiddin' me!" she yelped, before starting to sprint in the other direction.

The laughter of the red dragoness only made Texas more focused as she pumped her arms, running away from the pistons. She had been rapidly approaching them a moment ago, but now she was managing to move in the other direction. "Look how the weasel runs! It's not going to save you though. And I have a very special mould in mind for you, Tex," Incina grinned. She was already making adjustments on the other side outside of Texas's view, not that Texas could see much as she tried to outrun the conveyor. "You thought you could just tackle me down and overpower me? That was dumb, even for you! Though even dumber was letting me go!" Incina looked over to the boiler and let out a gust of burning flame. There was a louder hiss as the temperature increased, and the already speedy conveyor slowly started picking up even more speed. "I guarantee this time I'll leave a lasting impression."

"Consarnit!" Texas yelped, pushing herself harder and harder. She took short, fast breaths, her lungs burning as she pushed her whole body to the limit. She had to get back to where she was thrown on, leap back to the walkway where it bisected the conveyor. She was at her limit, her body aching as she reached up with a hand, grabbing for the walkway when *CLUNK* Incina pulled the line to a stop. Texas stumbled forwards and *CLANG* her head crashed against the railing. She was knocked onto her back, images of sheriff stars spinning around her head. *KER-CHUNK* The conveyor started up again, quickly speeding the dazed Sheriff towards those crushing pistons.

"Have a nice trip, Sheriff!" Incina called down, cackling with laughter as she watched Texas's top half slide under the first piston. It was designed to crush rocks and heat the ore, the massive reinforced steel plate heavier than an elephant and hovering over Texas as it burned red hot. The Sheriff recovered just in time to let out a short scream before *KER-SSSPPLLRRRTTT*. The piston came down and everything above Texas's waist was stamped flat. Her legs lifted and smacked down again from the weight of the impact. Her left leg twitched as some tan paste oozed out from the side of the piston, before it lifted up again. For a moment Texas's form stretched outwards, her upper body sticking to the piston before *Splrch* it pinged free and slapped back onto the conveyor. Her legs then rolled under the piston before it finished the job with another *SPLAT* and Texas's lower half completely vanished below the burning piston. There was a *hiss* not unlike that of an iron, steam rolling to the sides before the piston slowly lifted again and unveiled the squashed, smooshed out weasel that twitched in pain below

When the piston lifted once more the spread out smooshed paste that Texas had been reduced to was revealed. Normally the piston crushed a rock and the heat melted the metal fragments into goo, and Texas looked near indistinguishable from the liquid brass that normally oozed out. She poured out, her eyeballs sloshing in the gunky mixture that until recently had been a weasel. Her brief slide ended in a metal box, clearly a cast for something. There wasn't quite enough Texas to fill it up, the weasel sloshing about in darkness. What was this? She tried to flow around the edges, attempting to work out what the mould was for. A curved midsection then went inwards towards the bottom, like a bowl on a plinth. Was it a bird bath? No, there was some kind of top rim and... a tank. A burbling scream echoed around the insides as Texas realised what it was, what Incina had poured her into... and then in heaped some heated brass, it filling up the box completely.

The contained dropped onto a conveyor below and slid away so another mould could be lined up, the conveyor sliding Texas off to the entrance to another machine, but it was there she stopped. Texas could hear Incina rap her knuckle against the outside of the mould. "Well, Tex, it looks like you messed with the wrong dragon. Just thinking about you as a glorious brass bog has me tempted to hang around, but I do have a prison break to get along with. Just take a few moments to cool off here, and I'm sure someone will see you fitted for your new role~" Incina bragged, the dragoness laughing. "See you never, Tex!"

Texas heard Incina walk away and then nothing but silence. She could feel the brass she was blended with starting to cool, taking on the shape of the container she was trapped in. She would have hours locked in the darkness, dreading the moment that the metal box was opened up, knowing exactly what awaited her after. When it finally happened it was to a rather confused looking rhino guard. Though taking in the two golden eyes on the tank, the pink blanket at the bottom of the bowl, and the strange texturing almost like lips around the rim she put two and two together. "Well, well, looks like our newest inmate decided to volunteer for toilet duty," she declared with a wide, crass chuckle as Texas's eyes quivered and filled with tears.

Each cell had their own toilet, but so many were going unused they were actually starting to look clean. The toilets closer to the yard were shared with whoever needed them, prisoner and guard alike. The queue for the toilets stretched around several corners, prisoners having nothing better to do for hours on end than stand around, waiting for their chance to get to use the new Texas toilet. The former Sheriff heroine of Gold Springs had been installed with running water, all to deal with the sheer amount of waste that would pile up. After all she was processing well over half of what was dumped out by the inmates now.

*PHHHLRRRPPRRSSSLPPLTTT* "Oh yeah... eat it, Sheriff! How's it taste, Tex! Kind of funny?" A groaning voice could be heard echoing out of the toilet. A massive seal clown backside almost completely covered Texas, the huge grey butt erupting with utterly rancid farts and much worse things, ruining Texas's sense of smell and taste with rotten fish and worse. The stained stall rumbled and bounced with each cheek pounding fart as Texas was **** to swallow whatever came pumping out of her backside... and many many others. "This is what you get for putting me away! Really sealed your fate!"

Eruptions of hot, thick stench pounded and splatted out of the seal as her huge flipper-like feet pounded at the floor of the stall. The **** of her dump was enough to have the stall shaking and bouncing as plumes of rank brown hued stink gushed out the top and bottom of the stall in a rolling wave of noxious stench. Though most of it was most definitely being blasted into the bowl of Texas's mouth as she was **** to swallow all of it. The mount of waste was rising out of the bowl when the seal stood up with a sigh. She looked back to see the watering eyes of the Sheriff as she pulled on the flusher and let it all slide down what was Texas's gullet. "Ahh, don't go blubbering now! I'll be back tomorrow!" she promised with a grin.

She didn't even wash her hands as she walked out of the toilet, still pulling up her pants without a care. "Number 372, you're up!" she called out with a laugh as an eager looking boar girl rubbed her hands together.

Texas was still **** down the mass of waste when she saw the massive porcine ass bounce in her direction. "Hope you're hungry for some bacon, Sheriff!" she snorted then slammed down right on top of her, before unloading another barrage of waste. Every one of Texas's days would be the same kind of awful, nothing but fat, sweaty backsides and the waste that packed their bowels. For Texas, every day was a shitty day. Every day for the rest of her impossibly long life was spent as the most popular toilet in the jail. Even when everyone who remembered who Texas was left the jail, there was still a queue for that particular toilet, just by reputation.

The Sheriff had given Incina an inch and she'd taken a mile, then taken off completely! Leaving Texas to deal with the entire prison's shit in an unending flow. Despite all her heroic acts and hard work, Texas would be remembered best around the prison for her ultimate failure. One bad decision, immortalised in brass.