The building next door! (End)

The two-story building next to the sheriff's office was a red painted building that had been used as an inn until that business died due to the low range of visitors that actually stayed in Gold Springs. Texas figured if she moved into the abandoned wooden structure and lay low, she could avoid the gang until later where she could mete her **** on Georgia and get April back from Roxxie's... clutches. Using Roxxie's building-rocking butt drop and the resulting dust cloud as a distraction, she'd run out of the building in a hurry and head to the abandoned inn next door before Roxxie could get out. Of course, the side-door was very visible from the front, and it'd be possible someone saw her... but no one from the outlaw's gang would miss out on Roxxie's butt drop move, would they?

Texas could only pray so as, with the drop and the dust coming up, she jumped across the desk to the tool closet room by the left-hand side of the office next to some cells, then running out the door that lead from the side of the office building just as a puff of smoke erupted from behind her. She didn't think about it: she ran straight for the other building, then jumped into the door that broke it off its hinges, then landing along with it across the inner wooden floor of the inn. The crew's cheering and support roared behind her as she entered the silent, creaking building, running into the open floor of the silent lobby then jumping into the hole of the circular reception desk in front of the fancy flight of stairs that came up from behind it and to either side of the large building's main hall.

The sheriff had made her sprint here in record time, but she couldn't know for sure whether anyone'd seen her! Texas could only hope that she'd been quick enough and that the distraction had been good enough... admittedly that didn't give her much hopes as to April's situation.

"Damn backstabbin' good-for-nuthin' mare! I'm gonna shove ma--!"

THUD! A loud step, followed after another stopped Texas' from continuing her whispered gripes. She kept herself hidden from whoever was walking inside, keeping herself quiet as the thudding resumed. Thud... thud... thud....

The weasel sheriff was hidden under the desk, having taken off her hat as a means to keep her profile smaller and stayed tucked behind the wooden furniture facing the side-door she'd just come in from: if someone was coming in from that door they wouldn't be able to see her unless they peered directly downwards from the edge of the desk into the booth. Texas only hoped they'd be searching the building in vain... but her hopes didn't seem to pan out as the deep, heavy thuds of an extra-large assailant were getting closer. Texas readied her revolver, thankfully having made the adjustment to the hammer to be ready for when she pulled the trigger. Thud. Thud. Whoever it was they were next to the desk!

Tisp. "--nnn...! NNNn...!"

Texas had just enough time to look upwards to see an enormous pair of fat, yellow ass cheeks wob-wob-wobbling in the air, parted and showing her flattened deputy's face smeared along the inner left cheek, nodding with the fat's idle movements as her yellow eyes darted left to right, then locking down on Texas as she realized the danger Texas was in! "NNNnn-nnn! Nnn-nnn...!" The nodding, drooling flattened vixen was trying to warn her sheriff as best she could to run away, but couldn't do much more than look at her, then turn her eyes away as if to signal for her to leave! Texas was about to aim her gun up at the empty, wobbling ass cheek, but the clumsy space beneath the desk had a bunch of wooden shelves and the cannon of her revolver knocked against wood a few times as she desperately tried to save herself from her fate! Knock-knock...! Knock...!? KNOCKKNOCKKNOCKKNOCK...!!! "Nonononono-- AAAAH--!" ...ssshhhhiiiffftclop!

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"Ooof. That was a nasty one! Almost lifted me off this hole! Now c'mon, Tex! That was too obvious...! You gotta be a little bit more professional, ey?"

Silence.

When Imala came back from the search behind the sheriff's building, she'd asked a few of the gang members where the boss was and heard from one of the rat sisters that they'd seen Texas head into the abandoned inn and had told Roxxie to follow, but they hadn't gone in to check. Imala followed and went in through the side of the inn and found there two jackal girls helping out Roxxie from getting out of a round desk. She'd fallen in ass-first and her ass was actually so fat it'd gotten stuck in the large hole in the furniture meant to host a receptionist. The giantess was having the two jackal girls heave to her signal...! "Alright, alright, I think I got this one...! On th'counta' three...! One...! Two...! Th--!"

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The smell of sulfur permeated the entire hall of the inn as both jackal girls hefted the massive woman from the reception desk, her ass cheeks coming out with a concussive pop! that sent the sheriff's hat flying off somewhere. The rush of her own gas invaded the room soon after, the concentrated smell clearly making it apparent that this wasn't the only time she'd farted into the tiny wooden booth her ass entombed. Roxxie grunted as she farted while being lifted: her mischievous, malicious way at helping out in her own predicament. "Hahahahahahaa...! That sheriff is as good as ass paper...! Bring her and her deputy over... I'm not done with them yet...~!" The extra large, vest-clad yellow kangaroo walked out of the inn through the main entrance, bursting the boarded door open and marching out into Gold Spring's main street.

"Sheriff Texas is officially relieved from duty!" Cheers erupted from the streets, the distant sound of gunshots and horses neighing following shortly after.

The jackal girls looked into the circular desk and found inside what the boss had wanted them to bring along: flattened Sheriff Texas Stanton and Deputy April Briggs, their corners curling inwards and their bodies utterly stinking of sulfuric manure, some of their clothes completely ruffled and covering mayor parts of them. For instance, Texas' face couldn't be seen through her brown jacket, her flattened, yellow tits in display but the only part of her head visible from within her own brown jacket her disheveled hair. April's face was visible: a goofy, wide-eyed, drooling fox face who seemed to have tucked her chin under her neck. Her eyes were glossy and aimed inwards, tears welling up and sliding off her flattened creases as she was lifted up along with Texas like half-burnt, stinky pieces of curled paper versions of themselves. Their hands were curled inwards, fingers looking burnt at the seams, curled flattened jeans and boots sizzling with acidity from their keeper's farts.

The jackal girls brought the sheriff and her flattened deputy to Roxxie, who proceeded to wedge them into her smelly, jiggling bare ass despite their struggles and protests...! "MMMmfff...! MMM!!! MMM--...! ...." Her ass devoured the both of them, and the outlaw's heist on the gold-filled coach was successful.

Texas was as good as ass paper indeed.

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