Down the hatch! (END)

No guts no glory! Texas steeled her nerves and slammed back the shot. She raised her fist in the air and everyone cheered! But… she couldn’t really hear anything. Someone slapped her on the back and another mug was in her hands, so she happily downed its contents. Thankfully it was a lot lighter than the moonshine she’d just been slugging, but it was more than enough to keep her going. She remembered dancing for a while, a real hoe down to celebrate her victory. She remembered seeing Vivian across the square glaring at her all upset like, but she was a good sport.

She remembered buying Vivian a drink and Vivian bought her one too. Was it a drink? Or was it a lapdance from one of the skunks down at the brothel? When did she get to the brothel again? Eh, it wasn’t important. Nor was it important that the skunk Vivian had bought Texas a dance from had an “itchy trigger finger” as it were. Sure the skunk oil stung her eyes, but the beers kept coming so she kept a good spirit about it. And besides, Texas's next lap dance was a lot better. She paid for this one herself so she could pick the dancer!

It was a big, sexy hippo boy she’d seen once before. She loved her men big and chunky, she told Vivian that (but in retrospect had no idea why she told her that). The hippo wasn’t shy at all, either, he swung that big rainbow-spandex wrapped package close enough for Texas to feel the heat on, and it was HOT. Not to mention that thick, musky smell rolling off that bulge, it was enough to make her even more lightheaded than she already was!

When he turned around to show off his huge ass Texas couldn’t help herself. She dug her face in and motorboated it, and everyone was shocked. Most of all the hippo who let out quite a surprise fart. Texas took it like a champ, though, and was swept off her feet by a horny hippo and off to the VIP rooms. Nobody knows exactly what went on in there (well almost nobody) but judging from the screaming and shouting Texas found out exactly how many inches of hippo dick in your ass it takes to sober up a weasel.

But the party was still in full swing and so nobody seemed to quite notice the sounds of farting and absolute screaming slamfucking. And it just KEPT going, Texas had no idea how a big guy had such stamina but he kept those hips swinging well into the wee hours of the morning. By the end of it Texas had been violated in every way imaginable, and she’d tasted parts of a man’s anatomy that she’d never knew existed, and all the while her loverboy rested dreamily next to her. She was about to drag herself out of bed and hobble home in tatters when he rolled over and casually crushed her beneath his bulk. The pain of being steamrolled by a hippo squeezed a scream out of her, but that was drowned out by a thunderous–

BLLLLRRRRPPPPTPTTT!

…The next morning, the hippo stripper hauled himself out of bed and headed straight for the showers. Texas was meanwhile steam pressed into the filthy sheets that they’d made love upon, now one with the horribly sticky fabrics. She hoped that the hippo would return and do something but she was out of luck. Seems he’d completely forgotten about his little tryst (but in his defense he was sure that most people in town wouldn’t remember what happened at that hootenanny), but there was one other person who definitely knew about all the juicy details that went down in that room.

“Goodness me Texas,” Mayor Vivian said stepping out from the closet. She popped her noseplugs out and admired the polaroids in her hands, “Quite unbecoming for a sheriff to go on drunken benders and sleep with prostitutes! I daresay I’ve got more than enough to retire you from your position with this. But I wouldn’t worry, you’ve found gainful employment as the sheets of a brothel bed, and I’ve already found your replacement! You might know her, looks a LOT like you.”

And so Vivian left Texas alone with a surprise career change. You could say a lot about her new position, but one thing you couldn’t deny: She was a whole lot more popular with the men around town!