With Texas gone, Molly descends onto Gold Springs (end)

With the rush of victory in her step she walked out to the main hall of her warren. She didn't even care about the minions in her way who were slacking off just outside the door and betting instead of working. One of them found himself caught under foot and trampled into the dirt. The rest all followed in her wake, calling the others and converging in front of the voodoo rat.

"Minions. I have rid us of that pestilent sheriff... Texas!" She announces grandly, the rats roaring in applause as she rubs her belly. "Now it is time we rid ourselves of that odious little town too! Make ready on the double, for we have some recruiting to do!" Another volley of cheers. Soon the warren was teeming with activity, every rat hoisting on their scrappy outfits. Little more than leather scraps and old clothing, whatever they were permitted to wear by their mistress. Some less fortunate souls would join this charge in no more than a loincloth. All they had to give was their obedience.

The sunken buildings in Silver Lake creaked and groaned as dozens of minions skittered up the stairways, spilling out from the warrens on a reckless charge through the desert. Under cover of night the rats approached Gold Springs and by first light they ran into town. Every house was scoped out and anyone that looked capable of defending themselves found themselves jumped by three rats at least, tied up and brought out onto the street. There they were lined up, **** onto their knees as the rats kept any particularly brave souls from interfering whilst looting most of the wealth. Among those lined up were Georgia, April and Vivian, all lifted from their beds before dawn. Only Georgia had put up a fight, needing almost a dozen rats just to subdue her oversized frame.

As the sun finally began to illuminate things they looked in horror as Molly strode in to town, a cruel grin on her face. She stopped before the first man, looking him in the eye before turning around. "Nope." She stated flatly before sitting down on him, a drawn-out squelch echoing through the quiet street as she squashed him flat. With the man reduced to a flattened imprint on the street she got to the next one and repeated the process. One by one the citizens of Gold Springs were judged. Those she found worthy would be **** to submit, commanded to kiss her bare feet another foul part of her body. Any that succeeded were taken aside by her minions.

When Molly got to April she could sense the connection between her and Texas. She leaned in and whispered in her ear. "You failed your master. Now join her." Before the deputy could make sense of the rat's cryptic words she was lifted off the ground and plunged face-first down Molly's gullet. She kicked and thrashed, but the voodoo rat was relentless. The rest of the town watched in horror as April disappeared down the ravenous throat. Quietly they hoped the voodoo rat would settle for merely squashing them instead of repeating that nightmarish display.

Next up was Georgia, who stared Molly down with fury in her eyes. The voodoo rat scratched her chin for a moment. "Hmm, you could be useful. Pledge yourself to me and you'll have more victims for your... fun times than you could ever desire."

"Fuck you." The large mare snarled back.

"I wasn't asking..." Molly seethed, stretching out her arms. Two large, shadowy hands appeared next to the mare's head, gripping it tightly. The voodoo rat spoke in an incomprehensible language, Georgia silently mouthing the words after her. The shadows disappeared and the fat rat smirked, looking over to Vivian.

"Georgia, would you kindly show Vivian who you're working for now?" She cooed, nodding to her minions to free the massive mare.

"Of course, boss." She nodded cheerfully, standing up and approaching Vivian.

"What the hell are you~" _SPLORCH _Vivian's words were cut short as Georgia planted a boot right on top of her, squashing the mayor into a small puddle. The massive mare stepped back, smiling proudly at the voodoo rat who took a seat on top of the lynx just for good measure. She even added a brassy fart just to complete the humiliation. From atop her new seat she addressed the townsfolk.

"Your pathetic little hamlet is under new management. I do not demand much, just your ongoing and unwavering fealty. Any resistance..." She gestured at the long line of squashed folk in the road. "...will be dealt with. If you would prefer to skip town and find your fortune elsewhere, you will forfeit everything you own to me to be granted permission to leave. I will come to collect my taxes and tithe whenever I feel like it. Any questions?"

Deathly silence hung in the streets. None dared to speak up against the domineering rat. She stood up, smiling at the miserable expression on the flattened lynx. She gestured for her minions to return back home, leading the charge herself. Every rat and all the new recruits carried as much loot as their backs could handle. The rest of the town was left in the dust, a collective shiver running down every spine.

Molly would return from time to time, stopping just short of letting her minions sack the town under the guise of taxation. She loved punishing the townsfolk for petty transgressions, gleefully squashing them flat to make examples. Few took her up on her offer to let them leave, adding even more to her ill-gotten gains. This was the right place for a town that dared to exist so close to her lair. A source of wealth, minions and entertainment. And to think she was worried Texas might've put a stop to her plans. In hindsight it seemed so silly. The voodoo rat just smiled pleasantly at the memory, patting her gut before taking a seat on another helpless soul.