Yee-Naw (END)

“N-now hold on one cotton picking minute,” Texas said, “That’s all well and good but it don’t exactly shake my doubts from earlier. This whole set up feels like a noose tightening ‘round my neck, and I ain’t going to give you guys an inch to hang me with. I ain’t agreeing to no plan of yours.”

Texas crossed her arms and puffed out her chest.

Vivian tapped her chin, “Oh my, I don’t think Carolina’s daughter would back from a challenge like this, what do you think possible-Texas?”

A shadow cast itself over the formerly confident Texas. It was hard to tell while she was planted in that seat but the Fake Texas had about a head of height on the real deal. That, and her biceps were so large that she’d clean torn the sleeves right off her duster! It made the whole comparison even more laughable, but Texas couldn’t focus on that because she was quickly realizing that she was in IMMENSE danger.

“Nope, sounds like a yellow belly who ain’t worthy of my family name.” said the Fake.

Texas was about to say something, (because that Faker so much as IMPLYING she was related to her dear mother was enough to overshadow her fear with rage) but before she could make a peep the Fake’s filthy hand wrapped around her throat. She was hoisted in the air like a rag doll and Vivian took that as her cue to leave.

“Alright then Sheriff, seems like you’ve got this faker situation all handled. See you Friday for horseshoes!” Vivian said, then ducked right out of the office.

The Faker waved in her direction, but didn’t take her eyes off Texas for a second. The crooked grin in her mouth and the pure, stupid evil in that glare terrified Texas. The faker let out a low chuckle, hazy breath rolling out and adding nausea to the rush of emotions Texas was currently feeling. She felt like a toy in the clutches of the world’s most sadistic child.

“HAW!, I knew you were yella, but this was even easier than I thought!” the Fake laughed, “Y’know, I almost feel like I’m doin this place a favor gettin’ rid a ya!

Texas was humiliated because she knew it was the truth, how had she let her fears take hold of her like that? Now she could do nothing but watch as her doppelganger prepared her doom. The Fake grabbed one of her boots from behind the desk and took a DEEP inhale of her own stink, sighing dreamily. Then she dropped the boot on the ground and heaved Texas into the air,

“So long, Sheriff!”

SLAM!

The Fake slam-dunked Texas into that spacious boot with such **** that her entire upper half was crushed neatly into the toes. Texas’s shapely backside, however, needed a bit more work to fully cram into the reeking leather depths. Not that it was a problem, the Fake had been more than eager to put her foot to Texas’s ass from the moment she saw her.

STOMP! STAMP! STOMP!

The faker brought her foot down again and again, slamming into Texas’s aching ass and cramming her deeper and deeper into the confines of that fetid footwear. It wasn’t easy work, in fact the Fake had worked up quite a sweat in pulping the original sheriff into a semi-solid insole, but that just made what was coming next all the sweeter. The Fake looked down into the depths of her own rancid boot and saw the miserable, malleable sheriff right at the bottom. With a taunting wave goodbye the Fake slipped her foot into that suddenly very tight boot with a nauseating–

SQUELLLLCH!

The awful stink of foot was magnified several times over as Texas's fake shoved her massive left stomper right into the tight confines of that leather stink-trap. The boot already stunk horribly, but those feet were on another level. Texas had been nauseated smelling them from across the room but this? There wasn't an inch of Texas that wasn't smeared across her imposter's feet, and there wasn't a breath she took that didn't stink and taste like fuming foot fungus. Texas was in foot-flavored sensory hell.

“Hhhaaa, that’s real nice,” The Faker said, wiggling her toes in what remained of the former sheriff’s face, “I really needed somethin’ fer these bunyons, the smell was keepin the neighbors up at night! HAW!”

And that was the last time Texas was even close to acknowledged by her replacement. From then on she spent her time as nothing more than toe jam for a bigger, badder version of herself, evenly split between being soaked into the Faker’s socks and her insoles. It went on like that a good while with nothing new or interesting (aside from the steadily increasing odor of her oppressor’s peds) until one day her eyes (pasted to the bottom of the Faker’s sock) got a glimpse at the other foot and saw that her friend and deputy April had met a similar fate.

Sure, both she and her friend were doomed to an eternity of sweltering heat, darkness, and ungodly foot stench, but at least they weren’t alone!