A Little Public Humiliation In Gold Springs...

(Originally by Maage)

After some thoughts are passed between the two horses Clives’ grin grows as he whispers something to Laurence. All Texas could hear was a comedic “pst pst pst” as the towering horses exchanged words.

“Okay girl, it seems like Clives here has decided your fate, you are going to walk into town and eat our sweaty, rank asses in public.” Texas gagged at the thought but realized that might be her chance to escape! Or so she thought. Two heavy hooves brought Tex’s face to the dirt as Clives spoke “We already have plans if you try anything so if you don’t wanna be trampled I suggest you give up any hope now.”

Texas shivered, did she really have no escape? Was this her life now? Plenty of thoughts raced in her mind and losing each scenario. Laurence snapped Texas out of her pondering with an awful fart. “Time to head out, fart cushion.”

Laurence led the way as Tex followed behind, Clives behind Texas to keep an eye on her. The weasel was terrified, not only of being trampled but of the citizens of Gold Springs..what would they say! how would they react!? Their sheriff being a **** to two animals? They’d never see her the same way again!

As the trio entered the outskirts of town, Laurence ordered Texas to put her face in his ass as his tail flagged up.. walking so far and right into town much have been a job for the horse as his ass was considerably sweatier than before. Once the three entered town nobody seemed to notice until they got a glimpse of a ponytail between the horses’ ass

About ten minutes passed before the citizens were starting to realize what was going on. Gathering in the middle of town. Laurence huffed, “Switch” and Texas whimpered.. "here goes nothing” and removed her face from the horse's ass and turned to the crowd hearing their gasps. Even seeing familiar faces such as her own deputy April, twisted in shock.

Clives cut Tex’s reunion short by stomping on her foot. Tears welled up in her eyes as the weasel sent herself back into the sweaty abyss of the other horse. The crowd's sympathy turned to jeering as they laughed, mocked and began to shame the Sheriff.

This went on for almost an hour as Texas switched between her masters’ asses taking fart after rancid fart to the face and right into her lungs until she heard a familiar voice amidst the protests. It was none other than-