Texas Snaps Out Of Her Hypnosis

(Originally by Gentleman Jack)

Roxxie made sure to take her sweet time heading back to her hideout. She wasn't too keen on showing kindness to others, but she was in a giving mood. If Texas truly loved her ass that much, who was she deny her? Of course, that brought her back to the issue of what caused this sudden and unexpected change of heart. As much as she enjoyed this new Texas, she couldn't help feel a bit uneasy. After battling it out with the weasel for so long, was this really how their rivalry ended? It was rather anticlimactic to say the very least. These thoughts didn't last long as she let loose another brassy fart, smiling as she could pick up on the muffled moan coming from beneath her.

"I'll be honest Texas, this wasn't how I expected to cap off our feud. I had envisioned something a lot more... what's the word? Grandiose. Like, a fight on top of a train after a major heist or something... meh, I guess I can settle for this" she chuckled as she glanced down at her butt.

Texas wasn't all too concerned with what she was saying, though hearing the contentment in the giant roo's voice was enough for her to concede to whatever point she was making. As far as she was concerned, Roxxie's words didn't require any critical examination. Penelope's hypnosis had warped her thought process and all she could think about was how drop dead gorgeous her new owner was and how kind she was for granting her the privilege of being her saddle. Once they had reached their destination, she let out a disappointed groan as Roxxie slid off of the saddle, though she was happy to find that she was still plastered to the roo's massive rear.

"Home sweet home!" Roxxie said with a smirk as she reached back and tried to retrieve the flattened weasel. It took a moment for her to peel her off, the constant pressure and sweat practically fusing the two together. She was finally pulled free with one quick yank. The roo couldn’t help but snicker at Texas' love-struck expression. The long trip did little to dull her affection. If anything, the sheriff seemed even more enamored with her. Roxxie brought her former rival in for a deep kiss, though she wasn't trying to be intimate as she blew air into Texas' mouth until her body inflated to its original dimensions.

After Texas was done swooning, she took a look at her new surroundings. Standing before her was a weather worn two story house with boarded up windows. Were the sheriff in her normal deductive state of mind, she would've immediately recognized it from one of her stakeouts. She had reason to believe that Roxxie had been camping out here in preparation for a really major heist. Looking down the dirt path, she could just barely see the town off in the distance. Without a steed or a wagon, she was effectively stuck there.

"Alright Texas. Let’s get a move on!" Roxxie said as she walked towards the house with an extra sway in her step. She could feel the weasel leering at her hindquarters, drool seeming from her both as her eyes followed each movement it made. She didn’t quite register Roxxie’s command, but her lust for the roo compelled her to follow regardless. The interior of the house wasn’t quite as delipidated as the exterior, though that wasn’t saying much. Roxxie had clearly gone to some effort to make the most of her temporary living space, a large plus sized recliner sitting in front of a roaring fireplace. The houseware and walls were very much aged but the outlaw was able to clean off much of the dust and dirt that once rested there.

“Go and grab me a bottle of gin from the kitchen. We need to have a discussion about your living arrangements” Roxxie said as she jumped onto her recliner with a content sigh.

Texas happily obeyed her new owner and shuffled into the kitchen, her muscles aching from the many hours spent beneath Roxxie’s ass. Where she in her right state of mind, she wouldn’t have even been able to move, but her devotion pushed her to move. She returned in a matter of minutes, her legs nearly giving out as she stumbled back over to Roxxie with her drink.

“Well, you certainly took your time. I’ll let it slide this time, seein’ as how you’re new to this” the roo said with a sneer as she gave her a rough pat on the head. She laughed as the weasel smiled brightly at her touch.

“Alright, let’s lay down some ground rules. I’m a kind owner, so you don’t gotta worry about me runnin’ you ragged. All I want is for you to cook me meals, wash my laundry, clean out Butterscotch’s stable, massage my back, be my seat cushion… well, I think you get the point. Bottom line is, you do what I say, when I say, and you’ll do it with a smile on your face. Is that clear?”

“Yes, ma’m!” Texas replied without hesitation.

Roxxie snickered and shook her head. She didn’t even need to threaten her to keep her in line, but it was a habit she saw no reason to break. She quickly downed her drink and tossed the bottle aside before letting out a loud belch into Texas’ face. As expected, the once prideful sheriff didn’t even blink as spittle landed onto her.

“Let me show you where you’ll be sleeping” Roxxie said as she stood to her feet and dragged her servant through the rickety old house and into what appeared to be a laundry room. The smell of month old sweat hit Texas like a brick, as the floor was littered with Roxxie’s dirty laundry.

“Seein’ as how you love the smell of my ass so much, I figured this would be perfect for ya” she said before nonchalantly tossing her into waist high pile of underwear. Texas shuddered, the intense aroma nearly bringing her to yet another climax. Truly, her owner was too kind to her.

“Thank ya so much, Roxxie…” she murmured as she picked up one pair of shorts and pressed her nose into the still damp crotch.

“You don’t gotta thank me, Texas. I’m just glad you finally saw the light!” Roxxie said with a condescending smirk. “Now, you be a good girl while I head on back into town. I still got a heist to plan and messin’ around with you put me off track ”

Texas nodded, though she didn’t really hear she wasn’t really listening. Even as she heard the door slam and the sound of Butterscotch’s heavy hooves galloping away, her focus was on breathing in the musty scent surrounding her. She was in a state of pure bliss, but it was not to last. Penelope’s hypnosis, while powerful, could only be maintained so long as Roxxie was in the sheriff’s presence. As Roxxie got further away from the house, Texas’ blissful state of mind began to dissipate. The smells became less and less pleasant, pain of being squashed becoming more evident to her.

The reality of her situation hit her all at once, her eyes shooting opening as she staggered away from the smelly pile of clothes. With the hypnosis lifted, her reaction to Roxxie’s powerful stench was it normally would’ve been as she retched and her eyes watered.

“What in the hell happen t’me?!” she coughed as she crawled out of the room.

She thought back to the events of the past few ours, her face flushed with shame and revulsion. Why did she do this? Why would she willingly give herself to her most hated of foes? Not only that, but she practically begged to be used as a saddle! She wrapped her fists against her head a few times as she tried to focus. She mentally traced her steps back to the cause of her torment and remembered the coy rabbit that she had ran into her.

“That dang dirty varmint! When ah git mah hands on her, ah’ll…!” she growled as she gritted her teeth angrily. This humiliation would not go unpunished, but she still had the issue of dealing with Roxxie and whatever heist she was planning. Her fury was at odds with her sense of duty and she struggled to think of her next course of action.