Double Trouble

Violet had plenty of time to think up all kinds of **** for Texas. One particular thought stood out from the rest. She smirked as she moved her hands through a series of hand signs. Texas wouldn't know what hurt her.

Finally, the massive rear raised and didn't immediately slam back down. Texas had a chance to breathe. She wiped her lips and spat as she shakily climbed to her feet. She just couldn't get the pungent taste of sweat out of her mouth. Or the smell for that matter. Her eyes were squeezed shut, the salty sweat stinging her eyes. When she got the worst of it out, she looked up. She saw two Violets. No, that couldn't be right. She rubbed her eyes again and looked again, but nothing changed. Two smirking Violets stood side by side, smirking at her.

"Your eyes ain't fooling you," one of the Violets said as if reading her mind.

"We just thought that you could use a little more company. Double our fun and double your ****."

"Now this just isn't fair."

"But it is fun- for me at least."

One of the Violets charged first and the second followed after a few seconds. Texas tried to prepare herself, but she was just kidding herself. The first one flipped over her. She didn't get a chance to turn around before the second one reached her. The one in front of her turned around a moment before impact, and a hefty purple and white booty slammed into her. Texas was knocked off her feet, but something soft and dense slammed into her back before she could fall to the ground. The other Violet had also butt slammed into her back, sandwiching her between two purple boulders. The pressure between the butts was enough to keep her suspended. Only the top of her head and the bottom of her feet were visible from between those cheeks. Very faint mumbling could be heard from over the cheering of the crowd. The only one who could hear it was Violet and she smiled wider at the sound of the tormented weasel.

The shadow copy was an exact copy of the original, including her sweat. Once again, Texas was drowning in a surge of sweat from not one, but two otherworldly booties. The booty at her back **** her face deep into the canyon of the one in front of her. She tried to use her hands to push herself away, but there was no point. Even if her hands were pinned between two sweary bun buns, the weight alone had her beat. The only thing she could do was kick her feet hopelessly. And drown in sweat. Just like before with the headlock, things were hearing up, but now it was so much worse, twice as bad to be exact. Her head was so deep. So deep, she was certain the tip of her nose brushed against a certain hole. It certainly smelled like it. The moist heat of those meaty cheeks began to reach scorching levels in no time at all. It felt like she was **** into the world's smelliest sauna. The only upside was that she hadn't been flattened yet.

"Come, on, Tex. You can do better than that."

Texas had no way to hear what she said. She was buried alive in booty. And even if she could, she was helpless. Each Violate took a step back, squeezing a few inches of thickness out of Texas. It would only take a few more steps and she would make a wonderful bolt of weasel fur, if a bet moist and smelly. The bunnies began to grind their butts side to side, threatening to flatten her even more. With each twist, wet splats could be heard. Texas' muffled screams of agony got louder, and the bunny's smile widened even more.

"I don't know why you ever became a sheriff. You're the perfect toy."

After a few more minutes of grind, one of the Violet's raised their hand and snapped. With a puff of smoke, the other disappeared. When the smoke dispelled, it revealed the bunny with Texas nearly completely stuffed into her butt. Only the tip of her feet was visible from those cheeks, occasionally twitched.

"We still got to give the crowd a big finish, Tex," Violet said as she reached into her cheeks. Her hand disappeared into them as she fished around for something to grab onto. a

"Don't be so difficult. Didn't you want to come out a second ago?"

Finally, Violet grabbed onto something and pulled, but Texas remained firmly wedged into that purple canyon. She frowned for the first time before pulling again Again, Texas was stuck tight. She gave several more tungs before Texas was finally pulled through with a wet ripping sound. The booty beating left Texas in a sorry state. She soaked to the bone in sweat. Here eyes were unfocused and swirled in circles. Her mouth was open and her tongue lolled to the side. Violet released her hold on the weasel's hair, letting her fall onto her back. She smiled as she squatted above her, her ass looming over Texas like an executioner's blade. Drops of sweat dripped onto Texas' face, rousing her from her dazed state.

"What in the blazes is happing?" Texas asked as she came to.

"Nothing much. Just about to squash you flat."

The bunny's legs bulged as she jumped up high into the air. She kicked out her legs from under her and fell back to earth ass first. Texas could only watch those purple buns drop towards her.

"What did I do to deserve this?"

The only answer she got was bunny buns. They slammed into her with enough **** to flatten her instantly. Droplets of sweat flew everywhere from the impact, but it didn't end there. Violet used the **** from her own impact to bounce herself up high into the air again. After all, she had two big purple trampolines. Texas was briefly visible as a tan sticker on the mat before Violet landed again. Up she went, showing off Texas again, even flatter than before. The bunny kept it up, pounding Texas even more. Every time the crowd saw Texas, she was in a worse state than before. Once she became so flat, she was thinner than paper, she began to smear. All the sweat was being pounded into her body with the two squishy hammers Violet called her ass. After she was smeared into a tan blob, she began to turn into weasel pudding. The squashing sound became wetter as Texas became closer to a liquid than a solid. The only part left that could be identified were a pair of eyes smack dab in the middle of the goo pile, right at the center of impact. Texas tried to keep track of how many times she was pounded, but she last count at about a dozen.

Finally, Violet stopped her booty barrage and settled onto the pile of weasel goo.

"Ah, nothing beats a good workout."