Texas is too stung to make a decision, and is paralyzed by fear! (End Pt. 2)

Texas swallows nervously, her eyes flickering from the bemused face of Pepper, to her wiggling and waiting toes, to the sharp tail that stared at her like a sentry. The towns folk all crowded around, making sure to stay well out of lashing distance of the tail, staring silently at the sheriff. The Weasel's eyes slid amongst all of their faces, her hopes being crushed by simply how many of them looked excited and... aroused? Hell, some of those thugs were even rubbing themselves through their pants at the spectacle! Before she could lunge for the beast before her, she felt something stab into her arm. Looking down, her eyes widened in shock and terror as the Scorpion stinger was plunged into her arm… and a light blue flood was oozing out of the tiny hole. Instantly, like a grade-A novocaine, her body went numb and she tumbled over onto her side, and then face up in the dirt. Staring glossy eyed up at the sky, the sun slowly getting blocked out by the scorpion who bested her. Her feeling and control leaving her body, along with her spirit and last hopes of a second wind (they were smart enough to get the Hell out of dodge), Texas began to silently weep, knowing she had no escape or savior left.

"Come on, Weasel. I don't have all day. I promised Leika I'd have you dealt with by noon. Unlike you, I'm not stupid enough to make her angry."

Texas shut her eyes and willed her body to obey. To fight back… to break free. But nothing was working. Her toes didn't wiggle. Her fingers didn't twitch. All she could do was let out a whimpering moan, and blink the tears away. Even urging her entire body and focusing as hard as she could, she was only able to move her tongue from one side of her mouth to the other. Her pleading whimpers were pointless of course.

"Mmm! Mmmfffff! Mmmmghhhh!"

She cried desperately through her shut lips, trying to get a message across that nobody but the crazy old prospector could even hope to comprehend. Sick and tired of the tune the Weasel was humming, Pepper pressed her toes against her lips, and began to spread them open. Hot tears streamed down Texas's cheeks as the goon of some Gang boss she had never even heard of was about to plunge her nasty feet into her precious mouth. Her lips spread wide, her mouth actually lolled open, providing her tongue to the open air… and any hot soles in need of some relief. Pepper let out a whistle as she realized the chance she had.

"Get used to the taste of my feet, loser. You'll be spending the rest of your life eating off of them!"

Texas sniffled and shut her eyes to hold back her tears and screams as her tongue came to rest on the dirty sole of her conqueror. The town let out a cheer of rejoice as the biggest thorn in their side was on her back, helpless, being **** to lap up some up-and-coming-crook's foot sweat! Her tongue forcefully dragged against the salty, sandy sole before her. Occasionally Pepper went as far as to throat jab Texas with her long toes. Texas quickly learned after 5 or 6 foot gaggings that if Pepper went all the way to the back, the claw would stab her throat or uvula. Feeling the fleshy pink ball against her toes, Pepper chuckled and **** her foot in and out rapidly a few times, knocking the dangling piece back and forth like it was a punching bag. Or, in this case, a kick bag.

"Heh… Guess I'm getting my workout in today, Sheriff. Seems you can put up a fight after all!"

Pepper's chuckles turned into a relieved sigh as her feet got the tongue bath they so desperately needed. She had been walking for so long just to get to this shit hole town... the least the officials could do was show her some courtesy! Feeling the moist pink tongue slip between her aching toes, only for her to clamp down and trap the sobbing Sheriff's taste buds against the dirtiest spot, was blissful. A criminal walked over, dragging one of the few citizens who had been rooting for Texas over with her, and tossing the unlucky rabbit girl down onto her hands and knees. Before she could rise, Pepper sat all of her weight back down onto the girl's spine, and she fell flat onto the floor. The crowd let out another cheer and chuckle as this happened.

"Come on, Tex! Stop crying, this is a good thing for you! You weren't really helping anybody with your hero work... now you get to service a couple of hard working girl's feet! That's a promotion in my book. Say, thank you."

Texas looked up, a fire of defiance hidden beneath the tears of disgust. She let out another gurgle, this one rather angry compared to her previous ones.

"Ghhlllrk!"

The sound of the sheriff so angry yet so helpless was enough to make Pepper smile. The ex-civil protector put in her place her pink tongue now a little more brown. Pepper's tail spike brushed up Texas's face, and slipped under her hat. Lifting the cowgirl hat up and stabbing clean through it, Pepper stood up. Her foot big enough to engulf, and probably even flatten Texas's head if she even puts a tiny bit of pressure on it. Pivoting towards the crowd, her foot still keeping the numb Texas down, she addressed them.

"Please! Call me Pepper! And to any wannabes, do-gooders, or vigilantes out there… FUCK OFF! You saw what happens when someone so much as inconveniences Miss Leika. I've already made one example… I'll make a dozen more out of your sorry hides if I have to!"

---2 Weeks Later---

Texas sits on her hands and knees, naked except for a steel prisoner collar around her neck. Resting on her back are the heavy armored feet that brought her to her current position in life, while resting on her nose were the foul smelling paws of her new owner, Leika. The Gang Boss chuckles as her toes dip into Texas's open, still numb mouth, tapping against her uvula as if it were there for her ****. This had been going on so long, Texas didn't even gag anymore. Leika sipped a martini from a glass, garnished with the sparkling gold star of a Western Sheriff. Her cunning eyes gazing down at the once proud Weasel.

"Good Goddess Pepper, I still can't believe 'Keep her busy' lead to 'break her and make her mine.' I was just trying to snatch a few new recruits out of her office, and instead we have an all you can feet, foot cleaner! If that's what you can accomplish with such vague instructions, I may send you out more often!"

Leika swallowed the last of her drink, and stretched her arms up. Pulling the star off, she tossed the glass away to where it shattered in the garbage. A twinkle in her eye that matched the glinting of the gold, the Fox girl grinned. She **** Texas's nose between her toes, and shutting her mouth, watched as the once proud protector of good springs teared up and began to gurgle at her with noises that were meant to be curse words. All just because Leika's cheesy paws were firmly planted on her pathetic face! Not the Fox's fault the sheriff couldn't handle hard work and dedication! Leika **** Texas's head to the ground, where one of her discarded boots was waiting. Pushing it along Texas's snout, it wasn't long before her head was completely encased in the thick, humid, stink stained leather of the boot's interior. Through the thick material, she could clearly hear a giddy Leika announce her next plan.

"Time for another jailbreak... This slut needs more feet to worship!"