Georgia Smothers Texas Beneath Her Enormous Butt (End)

(Originally by Cheese111)

There really couldn't be any other way to finish this. The cruel horse woman didn't have such a fabulous and massive butt for nothing. The shaking little weasel was practically begging to be flattened beneath it. First things first, she had to made sure her target wouldn't try dodging out of the way. Georgia didn't waste any time determining the best strategy and simply grabbed the sheriff by the throat. Once more Texas found herself lifted off her feet as her former deputy set about crushing her throat. It squished and squelched in the mare's powerful grip, becoming thin as a noodle. Without any fanfare the weasel is dropped back on the ground, gasping for air and massaging her neck to help it reform.

Georgia laughed, ready to deliver her final blow. "Ya thought that was breathtaking, just you wait 'till you get a load o' this!" She taunted as she pushed down her pants to reveal her bare ass. The thugs on either side grimaced, a pitiless smile on their faces as they get a front row seat to Texas' smelly demise. They'd seen Georgia with her pants down before and all of them knew better than to comment on it. Not after the things she did to the last goon that thought he was being clever.

The sheriff's vision darkened as the sun was eclipsed by the huge, looming buttcheeks of Georgia. Slowly the horse squatted down, those enormous cheeks filling Texas' view. Just before they made contact the mare paused.

"Last chance, give me your badge and ah'll go easy on ya." She commanded, but the sheriff wasn't having any of it.

"Eat shit in hell, ya gatdamn varm-" With a dull THUMP the weasel was interrupted as her former deputy didn't need to hear another sound from her. In an instant the entire sheriff had been swallowed up beneath the immense rear of Georgia. One immense flabby cheek to cover her torso, another to flatten anything from the waist down. Not content with merely flattening the sheriff, the massive mare begins to lean from side to side, grinding her overwhelming ass down onto the weasel. The coarse-furred buttcheeks brushed heavily against Texas' face, only stopping when the mare needed to add insult to injury and let out a smelly fart. It assisted the already pungent sweaty stench and helped make the sheriff just that bit more miserable beneath the mare's ass.

After a few minutes of intense grinding the mare stopped, sitting back and smiling broadly. She looks at the thugs that helped ensure the weasel wouldn't flee. "Thanks gals, ah think ah got it from here." They all chuckled in response. "Go on, you guys, go tell Vivian ah've taken care of our little weasel problem. Ah'm just gotta sit here for a while and feel those last struggles fade. The thugs all smiled and left, leaving just Texas and Georgia in the abandoned alleyway.

"Ta think, ya were this close ta skippin town. Not so fun when the law turns its back on ya, is it? But don't ya worry your little head, Tex. I'll make sure the law is upheld fairly and evenly... hahahahaha. I almost managed to say it with a straight face." The horse was incredibly amused with herself, but her victim offered nothing. Even when the brutal mare ground her massive cheeks into the flattened weasel there was no response. Texas was out cold. With a gleeful smirk Georgia stood up, reaching around to feel the weasel plastered to her butt. Even after being crushed flat by it, Texas just couldn't get enough of that ass and the cruel mare would not be the one to deprive her from it. She peeled the perfectly flat sheriff's star from the weasel-shaped smear on her butt and pulled up her pants, their tight fit trapping the former sheriff in place.

"Hot damn this feels good." Georgia announced to herself as she pinned the shiny star on her vest and walked out of the alley. She shook her butt a little extra with each step, swaying her colossal rear and pinning the trapped weasel even more tightly. Slowly she felt Texas slip between those monstrous cheeks and she gladly abused it with several powerful clenches, further pulverizing what's left of the sheriff. For weeks on end she wouldn't even think about taking her pants off, with the exception of toilet breaks. Texas savored those brief moments of somewhat fresh air before being entombed once more with the horse woman's unwashed butt.

Vivian was quick to promote Georgia to sheriff officially and soon the two held the town of Gold Springs in an iron grip. Anyone who dared cross the mayor would find themselves under arrest. Those who weren't intimidated by such a show of **** would soon regret it as Georgia took a liking to publicly beating them down and sitting on them, letting them feel who was in charge. If the brutal grinding didn't knock them out, the stench almost certainly did. Vivian's new policies ensured both her and Georgia became rich beyond their wildest imagination. As for the weasel, she was soon forgotten, her efforts to bring law and order quickly replaced with greed and intimidation.

And so ends the story of Texas Stanton, reduced to the new sheriff's cushion, fart sniffer and toilet paper, trapped between those massive buttcheeks until the end of her days.