The Crates! (End)

After what she had just smelled back by the Employee Lounge, Texas was pretty damn sure she could handle a few cow farts! All she had to do was find a way to slip into those crates. There were guards swarming all over, but they seemed to give the conveyor belts a wide berth. Probably because they didn't want to be close when a box was hauled off and hooked up to a farting cow. That was Texas’s chance! She waited until a large enough box to hold her slid off the belt, slunk past the guard by the door, and carefully opened up the crate. As expected, the “product” inside the crate was a bunch of people. Some were standing upright, hypnotized out of their minds. Others were flat as paper and placed on rolls...Texas didn’t really want to think about where they were going. Luckily, none of them made a peep as she slipped inside and lowered the lid behind her. "Alright, Tex...now ya just gotta get out of this crazy place and get back ta the office..." She muttered to herself.

The spiraling eyes of the hypnotized citizens provided some small amount of light, but it was still going to take Texas a good minute to adjust. While she waited for her eyes to get used to the tiny amount of light in the crate, Texas felt it shift and lurch a bit as a group of workers moved it off the conveyor and onto one of those cow-drawn sleds. Texas gulped nervously...up next was the hard part. It was now that Texas noticed the valve at the front of the crate. She heard it hiss a bit as the workers connected the gas-pipe to it. That sound did not make her feel any better about what was about to happen. Still, it was far too late to back out now, especially since she heard the workers nailing the top of the box shut! Normally, a few nails on wood wouldn’t be able to stop the great Texas Stanton from smashing through but...she was having second thoughts now. What if she couldn’t hold her breath long enough? What if the smell made her too weak to bust out? What if...no! She couldn’t second guess herself like this! She wouldn’t be able to back out now without alerting everyone anyways!

“Alright! This one's all hooked up, Miss Jacks!" Called the worker who had been setting the pipes and nailing the crate shut. And as if on cue, Texas heard a low rumble from the other side of that pipe. She barely had time to gulp before a thundering fog of stink and warmth spewed out of the tube and smothered everyone inside the box with the vile smell of cow farts! Texas held her breath and pressed her hat over her nose and mouth, but that stench still stung her poor nostrils just by proximity! The other “passengers” in the box though, were unable to cover their noses or stop themselves from sniffing. They were too thoroughly brainwashed to even entertain the idea of avoiding breathing in the thick stench that now surrounded them and Texas was **** to listen as these poor civilians started to hack and retch on the cow's gas.

The cow seemed content to let them all marinate in her stink for a bit, and even oh-so-generously supplied everybody with another wretched fart to **** on. Texas grimaced. The smell was getting really rank now, but she just had to hold strong! The cow started to make her way forward, pulling the sled and crates along with. This was Texas's way out! She just knew it! That is, until the cow...stopped? She hadn't dragged the crates very far at all, why was she stopping!? Crap, had someone seen Texas get in the crate?

Thankfully, no. Smiling Jacks had just come over to wish her livestock well. Jacks smiled as she gave the bovine a few rubs on the head. "'Attagirl, Cranberry! Now remember, this delivery is goin’ back East! It’ll probably be about a month or two ‘fore ya get back. I’ll be thinkin’ of ya every day, sweetheart! Now lemme get you some of that special feed Miss Gildegarden gave us!”

Wait, special feed!? That did NOT sound good. Especially if the feed was designed by Rivercrest. Texas was starting to think this was a very, very bad idea. She couldn’t just pop out of the box now though. If she did, she’d just get a shotgun in her face courtesy of Jacks herself! Her only hope was to just keep that hat tight around her face and hope she could weather the coming toot tempest. Which wasn't going to be easy. Texas's lungs were already starting to ache from the lack of breath! She could hear Smiling Jacks grunting as the shortstack bunny girl loaded bags of feed up for Cranberry. As awful a person as Jacks was, she was usually good to her cows, and she wasn’t about to let Cranberry go hungry!

“Alright, yer all set! And here’s some now so you can get ta work on makin’ those poor souls in there screeaaam! Just how the boss lady likes it!” Smiling Jacks declared. Texas could hear Cranberry munching on something, and soon after, the sled began to move again. Texas remained still and wide-eyed, waiting to be bombarded with cow stink. She waited...and waited...huh. Usually this sort of thing happened in seconds! Maybe she could make it out of this after a-

Texas wasn’t even allowed to finish her one positive thought before Cranberry let rip. Cranberry's gas poured out of that tube, now in the form of a thick, dark yellow cloud! As the smell reached her, Texas froze up, her eyes bulged in their sockets, and her cheeks rapidly turned green! Even without inhaling and with her hat as protection, Texas damn near threw up in her hat! She fell to her knees, trying her best to keep her breakfast down while everyone else really started to ****! Texas couldn't tell if this was a **** thing or if Rivercrest was just trying to suffocate people! Speaking of suffocating, Texas now REALLY regretted holding her breath through those initial farts. Her chest ached as her body began to crave new air, not realizing what it was asking for! Her face was starting to mix blue in with that green. She had to get out now!

Texas carefully stood back up, trying to keep her balance and avoid knocking into the other passengers. It was easier said than done though. The butt smog in the crate was making it hard to see more than a foot in front of her face, and the stench stung her eyes too! Cranberry let out a soft moo as more foul stink flooded the small compartment. It was starting to get hot in there as well as vile! Texas wiped beads of sweat from her brow and grit her teeth. She placed her hat back on her head, put both her hands on the ceiling of the crate, and got ready to smash through it like she'd smashed through so many doors before!

BUMP!

Texas had no clue what it was, maybe the cow pulling this crate just ran over a big rock or maybe turned too close to a boulder or something. Either way, that bump jostled the entire damn crate. Normally, that wouldn't have been a problem. Just a little shake. However, the other people in the crate were currently weak, ****, and not really capable of balancing themselves! One of them, a wolf lady, bumped right into Texas, knocking the sheriff over!

"OOFH!" Texas shouted as she landed flat on her ass, wincing in pain as her rear end made contact with solid wood. Out of both pure instinct and a **** need for air, Texas drew in a sharp breath. Something she regretted immensely. Her lungs were filled up with the wretched, rotten stench of cow farts that by now had tainted every last molecule of air within the crate! And with how tight it was sealed, the smell was just about as potent as it was right after Cranberry first ripped ass! Texas started hacking and heaving, making way, way more of a ruckus than any of the other people in the box! She had to fight through the intense olfactory pain just to stand back up! Her legs wobbled and her arms felt like noodles. The oppressive smell was just wreaking havoc on her gagging body!

And then...the sled stopped again. Texas froze up when she heard an inquisitive moo from outside. Another foghorn sounding wave of sulfur and rotten plant stink filled the crate, causing Texas to heave even louder!

"Moooooo!" Wait...that sounded almost...jovial? What in the...wait shit, that's right. This cow belonged to Jacks! Did it recognize her voice!?

In fact, Cranberry did. Most of Jacks's herd was familiar with the sound of Texas Stanton **** on farts. She'd been **** to huff them frequently enough, after all! And Cranberry was absolutely delighted that Texas was joining her on her cross-country hotbox hike! Sure, maybe the right thing to do would be to turn back around and rat Texas out to Smiling Jacks. But hearing Texas retch on her amplified fumes was just too much fun! The bovine grinned wickedly, she was going to have a LOT of fun with this! Before Texas could get another crack at busting out, Cranberry jerked forward. The passengers all started to stumble, knocking Texas over again, and then another gassy blast from the cow made the air even less breathable!

"Gghk...hgg...d...dang c...cow..." Was all Texas could say. Her throat refused to let her do much more than cough at this point. How the hell were the passengers supposed to SURVIVE a trip this long in the first place? It reeked like hell, was swelteringly hot, and it was a long, looong way to the city!

By now, Texas could only get up to her knees, and then a hard right from Cranberry made everything worse! As everyone shifted, Texas was met face to butt with a now very sweaty mouse girl! The mouse's ass was drenched in sweat, and it ended up crashing Texas into the wall of the crate! Then, Cranberry broke left. Now she was being pinned under the butt of that wolf girl! It was like Texas was in a tumble dryer full of underwear that hadn't been washed first! The pattern repeated over and over. Fart, tumble, tumble, fart, tumble tumble...in mere minutes, Texas was dizzy, her body was starting to flatten from the repeated butt smothers, and she felt like that smell was killing her! She couldn’t even stand up anymore! All she could do was whimper each time Cranberry further polluted the already toxic air around her!

And then, of course, things got worse! Another sharp jostle made a huge bear gal stumble and totally fall...right on top of Texas. The weasel was crushed into a thin sheet beneath her, and unfortunately the bear's body did little to filter out the stink of cow gas! Cranberry was getting rougher with the turns too. Soon, everyone had fallen over, and they were rolling over Texas like a bunch of ****, brainless logs! Each and every sweat soaked butt or pair of breasts slapped over her face and drenched her in sweat while she was rolled out like dough. It was a near-endless torment!

And that stink! The longer Cranberry walked, the more agitated her stomach became. The smell was just getting worse and worse, and it was almost all just trapped inside that infernal crate! Each breath wracked Texas's lungs and brain with an intense olfactory agony! She could feel Cranberry's horrible gas melting her mind, but she was no longer able to do anything about it. She only had one option left.

Succumb.

Three weeks later, Cranberry let out a resounding moo as she pulled into the city shipping yard. Other carriages, wagons, and even another of Jacks's cows were unloading their cargo here! A duo of burly rhino girls eventually made their way over and checked the packing information.

"Ah shit...it's another Gildegarden Inc box."

"I'll get the gas masks."

After three grueling weeks of being crushed by sweaty mindslaves and getting gassed senseless by an evil cow, Texas should have relished the light and fresh air when the two ladies pried the crate open. Sadly, she was no longer able to relish anything...or think at all for that matter.

"Jeez!" Shouted one of the workers. Both of them were now wearing gas masks to protect themselves. "You see that stink plume? They're usually bad but holy crap, did one of these people piss off the cow?"

"Eh, maybe this one's just got a real nasty streak. Doesn't matter. Check the manifest."

"Right, right...let's see. Ten slaves, fifteen rolls of people-paper, a couple of saddle folks and...hold on..." The rhino holding the manifest muttered as she reached in and peeled Texas off the floor. "A sweat towel? There's not one on the manifest...must've screwed up."

"Should we notify em?"

"..." The rhino stared at Texas, then slowly removed her gas mask. "Naaah, this is their screwup, not ours. Besides..." She raised her arm, and Texas could feel the wave of heat and stink rolling off the rhino's sweat-soaked armpit! "I've been needing one of these!"

SPLAT!

And that is how Texas spent the rest of her days. **** on hot Rhino sweat as she was shoved in every muggy nook and cranny of the rhino worker's body! Day in and day out she would do nothing but absorb sweat and the occasional fart after every big meal. As far as Texas knew though, this was her purpose. This was all she was. A stinky sweat rag.