Fire at the Varmint! (End)

Tex lifted her rifle. The roo was standing out in the open, fully exposed! This was her chance! Clear skies, low winds, an easy shot for Sheriff Stanton!

Well, easy, were it not for the dust. Tex had factored that in, and took care not to breathe it in, and squinted her eyes. Her horse, however, had no idea what to do, and with the dust encompassing them, it took a deep whiff, and with an uncomfortable whinny, it let out a powerful sneeze. The movement jostled the sheriff, and the shot rang out. Roxxie gasped in surprise and took cover.

With loud ping, the bullet bounced clear off the rock face, below Roxxie’s feet. Tex cursed under her breath, readying a second shot. But she would never get one. Another bout of rumbling broke out, as another landslide began, spurred on by the explosive discharge of her trusty gun.

“Go!” Texas cried out, snapping the reins. The horse, panicked, could barely even bray before the duo vanished beneath a giant boulder and a puff of dust. Tex didn’t feel a thing as she met her end.

...

Though it’s never that easy. Tex slowly blinked awake, as a shadow was cast over her. Even in her delirious state, she recognized the fat hips of Roxxie Roo coming closer, grinning wide. “Well well, Tex. Thought ya died from your little stunt. But now you’ll wish you did.”

Texas tried to struggle, but she couldn’t feel her legs. Couldn’t feel anything, really. While her head was fine, the rest of her was fully two dimensional between a rock practically the size of Texas. The state, mind you.

“I see your head survived. Don’t worry. Ill make it match the rest of ya.” The roo lifted her large foot and stomped on her head!

SPLAT!

Tex got a faceful of filthy kangaroo heel. The stink of her natural smell mixed with the clay of the ravine caused her to seize up and gag. She desperately tried to move her arms, but they were little more than sheets next to her body. The roo stamped over and over, mushing her head into a similar flattened state, pinned so her head couldn’t move, her muzzle pointed at the sky.

Texas could barely scream. Her lungs were flattened, yet still it seemed like stink found its way in. The only thought she could focus on whether debating her feet or her ass was the worse part of her.

But then, Roxxie stopped stamping, her attention drifting to something else. It was the stage horse, fully flattened into the ground inches from the weasel. “Well now, Tex, is that really a way to treat a trusty steed?” She mocked the sheriff and lifted a few more manageable boulders off the paper-thin mare. She then lifted the horse sheet, waggling it in the air, until the exhausted beast popped back into its regular shape.

“Well I was gonna have Butterscotch give you a loooong faceful, but, sorry to say, Tex, I need her for my recreational activities. Yanno. Like robbin the Springs blind,” She cackled tauntingly. “Thankfully, I have a substitute for you.” With a hefty grunt, she pushed the defeated horse backwards until its butt was over the sheriff’s flattened head.

“No no no, you wouldn’t!” Texas tried to shake her head, but she was fully immobile. All she could do was look pleadingly at Roxxie, and at the mare she dragged into this mess.

Roxxie gave the horse’s butt a smack, and its rear landed square on Tex’s head. Her snout was nearly kissing its black tailhole as the horse whinnied in protest. Roxxie plucked the reins from the mare, and bound its legs together. “I’ll put somethin better in your mouth, little horsey…”

“MMMPPPHHH!!” Texas tried to squirm. The fact she couldn’t even look at Roxxie now was driving her insane, not to mention the stage horse’s lightly smelly pucker. Tex pushed with her nose, but there was nothing she could do against the hefty horse ass.

The horse snorted its protests, and shook its head, but its fight with Roxxie was cut off abruptly as she grabbed its mane and plunged its head into a large feed bag, before fastening it on tight. “Good pony. That there’s one of Butterscotch’s favorite treats. You’ll see why soon.” She lifted the bag up, beginning to push the feed closer to the horse. With a squeeze, she began **** feeding the contents down its throat. The large bag built for her paunchy mare contained more than enough food for any smaller ride, and the stage horse was downing all of it.

Tex could see little of what was going on. With her vision blocked by a rather large derriere, she had only her hearing and smell left. And what she heard immediately got her panicking. The horse’s belly began to gurgle in distress, as Roxxie continued to stuff him full.

The roo snickered knowingly, watching the horse squirm futilely on top of its ill fated rider. “Almost there…” The final gesture the horse could do was look back apologetically at the sheriff. It hated what Tex made her do, but with what the bandit was doing, it’d ride with Texas into the sunset before enduring another second of this ****.

Though the mare’s suffering as only a secondary part of the roo’s plan. The horse bowels could soon hold no more, and it gave in.

PFFRRBBBRRRRTTTT!!!

A high powered blast of horse gas jettisoned right into Texas’ nose as its meal wreaked havoc on its insides. Roxxie laughed sadistically. “There we go. Knew ya had it in ya horsie.”

The horse returned a muffled neigh, as another fart trumpeted out of it. Roxxie slung the bag over the rock pinning Texas, before tying it there. The stage horse would be eating for a long time.

BBRRRRRPPPPPPFFFTTT!!!

Another riotous storm blasted from its bowels, invading the utterly minuscule space afforded to the small weasel. The horse neighed its distress, before there was one final tremor. Roxxie backed up as Butterscotch knocked over yet more debris, encasing the two under another large rock. “Least ya still got each other, eh, Tex? Don’t worry, he’ll keep ya warm at night.”

FFFFRRRRRPPPPPLLLLLBBBRRRRTTT!!!

The only response she got was a loud horsey blast and a few green fumes seeping out of the cracks in their prison. Roxxie fanned her face, satisfied with her setup. “It’s been fun, Tex. I won’t be seeing you again.” Rox hopped up on Butterscotch, and the partners in crime sauntered off down the ravine, leaving Tex with her horse-turned-gas-tank.

Tex screamed out, but the horse rear muffled even the most **** cries. Not to mention every time she opened her mouth, a barrel-load of horse gas was pumped into her mouth.

As night fell, the farting only worsened. Tex whimpered under the horse, now asleep, but still ripping, holding on to hope. “Mmmf... They'll look for me. They gotta find me...”

But they would never be found. The rock blocking the path was beyond moving, and it'd take all the dynamite in Gold Springs to even try to break it. So while Tex got acquainted with horse butt for the rest of her life, maybe she reflected on the fact that unstable cliffs and loud noises never end well.