Texas was sent flying onto the bed (End)

Texas's boots sunk into the big, bulging gut of Georgia...and then it was shot right back out again. The weasel yelped as she was sent flying into the air, before crashing right onto the bed, the sound of the wooden frames creaking as they had already been strained by its owner, landing in between the massive butt prints. Looks like Georgia's gut and the mare herself was so big that Texas just caused herself to bounce off the mare's large frame by throwing her entire body into a power kick. The weasel let out a grunt of pain as she pushed onto the sheets, Texas then groaned in disgust as she felt her hand sink into the bedsheets, still soaked in sweat. Then she heard a chuckle, and her eyes shrunk as she saw a smirking Georgia standing over her.

"This is a surprise Sheriff, if you wanted to hop into my bed all ya had to do was ask." Georgia said, laughing as Texas quickly tried to rush off the bed and quickly out of the house. But Georgia was quicker to act, and grabbed the weasel before throwing her back onto the bed. Texas landed on the bed once again as Georgia soon began to undo the belt-buckle on her pants.

"Never imagined I'd get a promotion by being in bed with my boss," Georgia stated, before she pulled her pants down and turned around. Texas left staring at a familiar large set of ass cheeks. Georgia's massive mounds of fat wobbling with sweat. Texas gagged as she could already smell Georgia from the bed, the words, but was it coming from the bed or from Georgia?

"But hey, you gotta do what ya gotta do." Georgia finished, throwing her ass backwards, Texas putting her arms up as a final defense, but Georgia's cheeks quickly crushed any defense Texas had against the tonnage of ass about to flatten her. The sound of the squelch could be heard from the mayor's office Georgia's ass squashed Texas that hard, the mare's bed creaking and groaning in pain as it was on it's last limbs. But it was in a much better state than Texas was in. The weasel had been shoved deep into the sweaty crack, the weasel's arms and legs spread out over Georgia's cheeks. The mare groaned in delight as she rubbed her ass onto the bed, digging Texas deeper into her ass, the horse leaning to the left as she let out a hot wave of stink blast Texas in the face. "Phew, man I swear my gas's getting worse and worse as the day goes on." Georgia said, laughing as she looked back to see Texas's hat stuck at the top of her ass. "Well, I guess I can sentence you to community service for ya crime. How's about you start by helping the new sheriff on her new runs of the town? The best part is, ya don't even need to leave ya cell Texas." Georgia said, the mare clenching her cheeks as she stood up straight. Walking over to the mirror, she turned around, and saw the weasel was still buried deep in her ass. Georgia reached down, and pulled up her panties, 'Solitary Confinement' written across the underwear as Georgia let go of the straps. The underwear snapping back onto her hips, a Texas shaped bulge sticking out of them as Georgia let out another toxic ass blast over the former sheriff. Georgia laughed as she then pulled her pants up, and looked back on the bed, and saw a sheriff badge sitting on the bed. The mare leaned down and picked it up before sticking it one her jacket. "I'll take that...phew, smells a bit funky though..." Georgia said. The new sheriff walked out of her house, off to tell the Mayor she had secured the criminal in a prison she was never going to escape from. Texas served out her sentence inside of Georgia's panties, never being able to leave her 'cell', the Weasel left to whimper and sob as her fate was to be stuck with that gassy mare ass for a long, long time. Each brassy fart she took to the face not even knocking a year off her life sentence, and the sheriff loved every moment of it.