Georgia Shrugs It Off, Now She's Angry.

(Originally by cheese111)

The mare takes a single step back before straightening herself out. The rebound threw the weasel back onto the ground. Georgia acted quick, stomping towards the sheriff and looming over her ominously.

"Y' always gotta butt in when I'm havin my fun?! I've had it up to here with you, Tex. Ah reckon it's high damn time someone oughta show you your place!" She shouted. Her temper was short by nature, and the booze wasn't helping one bit here. She picked Texas up from the floor and returned the favor by delivering a haymaker to her gut. The weasel wheezed loudly as she felt her body turn malleable from the heavy impact.

Before the weasel could grab her gun the mare tore off Texas' belt, throwing it aside. The rest of the sheriff's outfit was turned to scraps of cloth and leather in Georgia's strong hands. As more and more was revealed the other patrons in the bar hollered and whistled, making the weasel blush. But her attention was set squarely on the irate horse woman. Soon she had the weasel naked and she started to stretch her.

The sheriff's elasticity was put to the test, the mare pulling her and squeezing her back together in a weasel-colored wad. Soon the mare was satisfied with her efforts, bring the balled up Texas to eye level. Her body was reduced to a brownish wad with two frightened eyes staring down the mare's yawning gullet.

"Since ya made me swallow me last piece 'o gum, how's about you take its place!" The mare crowed loudly. Her breath made the weasel's eyes water with its horrifying stench. The **** in it burned the sheriff's non-existent nose. Georgia opened wide and stuffed her new gum into her large maw. She chomped down hard, chewing the taffy-like body of Texas and getting her stuck to her grime-ridden teeth. The weasel felt sick, both from the foul smells around her and the constant disorientation from being chewed on.