Cheeky Weasel

By now, Texas had coated those buns quite thoroughly, almost like a layer of lotion. Her tanned brown color overtook Violet's natural fur coating. A horrified grimace was spread across both cheeks and a wide terrified eye was on each cheek, almost like a novelty tattoo. Her facial features giggled and moved with those cheeks. If you looked closely, you could see those eyes twitch and her mouth try to move to call out for help. Unfourtunilty, she wouldn’t find any.

“I’d love to keep the match going, but I don’t think you’re in much of a state to keep going,” Violet taunted. “So, how about we wrap this up.”

The bunny kicked out her legs from under her and hit the grounds with a solid whump. If Texas could cry out, she would have, but now she was more ass cheek than weasel right now. Sandwiched between the mat and cheeks, she could hear a muffled three count. With every count, she emphasized it with a rub of her cheeks.

“3! 2! 1!”

The sharp ring of the bell signaled another defeat for the once proud sheriff. Violet hopped back up to her feet and waved to the crowd. Texas saw the flashing of cameras and the faces of cheering fans. She felt a pang of shame and disappointment. Not too long ago, she was respected and admired. Now, she was the butt of the joke.

“I think it’s about time we made our exit, don’t you, Texas?”

Texas managed a whimper as Violet climbed out of the ring, swinging her hips from side to side as she went. She sashayed down the walkway she entered from and entered the back area. Texas wiggled from side to side, her vision jiggling with those bunny buns. She felt almost seasick as she jiggled. Unfortunately, Texas didn’t have a view of where they were going. Eventually, she felt the bunny pause and heard a door open. A blast of cool air washed over them. Violet sighed as she cooled down, but the intense body heat she was giving off, especially around her rear, didn’t make much of a difference to the poor sheriff.

“As much as I want to head back to my dressing room to relax with my favorite jobber, but I know by now that you can get a bit clingy when you’re pounded into pudding. So, I thought, why not get ahead and try to get you off right away? Pleasure for me and pain for you. What could be better? Now, the question is if I want to melt you off in a sauna or sweat you off the good old fashioned way.”