Washcloth! Made of 100% Weasel Fur

On the other side of the Sumo Bandit's stable, a large wooden shower room that they managed to make using the lake hidden inside the caverns was used for them to try at least clean up the smell (at least to the best of their extent). Skukanku made clear sure to bring the nearly conscious Sheriff Texas with him, still trapped in her flattened form as they all took off their belts and armor and got into the large bath with his crew. Earlier after his big declaration, he managed to rip off the sheriff's clothes leaving her butt naked with nothing to wear but exposing her privates.

On the other side of the shower room made for boys was a shower room made for the women, which the Sumo Bandits even allowed women mixed into the arts of sumo despite it being forbidden though the leader disagreed and thought that they should given a chance.

It was an equal amount of men and women in two separate places but they were nasty and cruel in their own ways. A few women tooted at each other, trying to make them disgusted. The men were roughhousing each other, trying to play around but they were focused as Skukanku stretched Texas very wide, thinning her out before starting the shower over his head and lifted his foot in the air, getting one side of the weasel on his back and then front of his crotch, stretching tightly.

Texas's face scrunched up against the deepest parts of his ass, feeling his disgusting B.O. hitting point-blank of her nose which could almost taste like rotting eggs, fish, and worse, beans. It was worse than she thoughts once she realized what Batsuni was about to do to her.

He was gonna use her as a washcloth.

"Get ready because you'll satisfy us all here to clean us...and trust us, that walk through the desert really make me..." He stretched the weasel cloth hard, rubbing back and forth against his butt as he let out a content sigh, feeling the weasel's face deep into his asscrack. In an instant, he gritted his teeth and let out a large obnoxious green gas straight into the face.

PFFFFFFFFFT! PFFFFFFFFT!

Each fart kept getting louder and grosser, wiping down across his ass but it didn't keep stopping and worse, it started getting wet through it. The sheriff groaned and coughed, but couldn't even do anything! She was practically all wrapped over and stuffed up, being overused over and over. He stopped ahead and smoothly moved the weasel made cloth across his butt, wiping it clean and then moving over to his pits, further worsening her sense of smell which was most likely broken and lost at this point but it didn't end her ****.

"Ahhh...You know, for a weasel...Your fur is pretty soft..." Skukanku giggled, his cheeks turning red. "I have heard rumors that you faced so many bandits...Gotten farted, crushed, and used as a pair of underwear once...but somehow luck came to your side to survive so I'm sure you got used to it...But you'll get used to this once you don't get it...This is just a series of tests to be ready for what's to come...and then another to make sure you set up as part of my crew...so think of this as mercy to ya sheriff...Me, my boys, and girls are gonna give you the treatment here in my Sumo Bandits..."

He rubbed all over his body, which earned satisfied and pervy looks from his crew as they wanted to be the next ones to be using the weasel washcloth.

"...Hahaha...Weasel washcloth...Made of 100% weasel fur..." He laughed mockingly. "Pathetic how you are...This is where you belong until I make you a sumo wrestler, Texas."

He moved the washcloth back over to his ass, rubbing around before letting a series of more farts that gotten more of his men laughing, furthering staining the weasel's fur to be slowly be sweaty and faded. Once he was finished, he shouted over "Who's next?" and passed to one of his men. They were practically no better than other men he's seen: Lustful for women and always go after the weak little fools.

Texas could cry more and more, to the point of even whimpering but they either ignored her or practically didn't hear it. Each men gotten used to her, wiping her point-blank with their horrendous smell and gassy farts. This went on for two hours until the last one, a fat brown pig was starting to pump the weasel washcloth straight into his anus hole, pumping it back and forth and swirling around into the insides of his ass and then plomped her right out, covering in disgusting slime which made him laugh aloud along with his friends and leader.