Georgia Squashes Texas Between Her Thighs (End)

(Originally by Cheese111)

Georgia's large hand took hold of the sheriff once more, squeezing her neck tightly. Texas sputtered and coughed, helpless to act as the large mare sat down. Her eyes widened when she saw her large opponent spread her legs and roll onto her side a little. Each of her deputy's thighs were as wide as she was tall, and the weasel was about to feel how much pain that could bring.

"I'm gonna enjoy this, 'sheriff'."

Her voice was thick with malice as the large horse brought her squirming victim inbetween those massive thighs. Texas' struggles grew more and more violent as she was laid out on the vast surface of her thigh, the other slowly lowering. A faint hint of arousal pierced the sheriff's nostrils. There was no doubt about it, Georgia was getting off on this. She milked the moment for as long as she could, gradually bringing her thighs together around the unfortunate weasel. Her violent thrashing seized when her body was sandwiched between the two huge flanks. The hand around her throat disappeared but the weasel was hopelessly pinned between those immense thighs.

"Ah, this takes me back a long time, you know? I used to be a safecracker for a while before I realized you could just be given money for looking the other way." Texas looked up at the gloating mare in disbelief. Was she really to believe her brutish deputy had the finesse and patience for safecracking?

"Of course, my methods were somewhat... unconventional." Georgia added with a big smirk. She squeezed the weasel between her thighs. Lightly at first, so she could watch Texas' pained expression. Not a noise came from the weasel, her lungs too flattened to utter a word. Even with minimum effort she felt the sheriff go flatter and flatter between her legs. She didn't expect much resistance when squashing her, but this was outright laughable. The thugs standing around spectating the fight reacted with a mixture of laughter and awe. The massive mare would be a sheriff feared far and wide. It's a good thing she was on their side.

"Yup, even the toughest safe would buckle once I got my legs around it. Of course I could always squeeze the key or combination out of the owner. But sometimes you want to challenge yourself, you know?" Texas felt her body turn flat as a bedsheet, squashed mercilessly between those immense thighs. Adding insult to injury, the mare grabbed the sheriff's head and pushed it into her groin. A tiny moan escaped the massive mare before she opened her legs, revealing the flattened form of the sheriff. With a satisfied grunt she pulled her free, only to place the weasel's head inbetween her thighs. Texas' expression turned to sheer panic as Georgia brought her legs together in a flash, squashing the little lawbringer completely. No slow buildup this time, just a quick and decisive crush.

With the weasel thoroughly flattened, Georgia picked her up by the paper-thin waist. Sitting proudly on Texas' vest was her sheriff's star. The mare could barely contain her glee as she ripped it off of the weasel's jacket.

"Texas Stanton, you are officially relieved of your duties. I will take over your position as sheriff of Gold Springs. My first order is to assign you a new duty, more fitting of your skillset." The disgraced weasel didn't have the energy left to act shocked or surprised at the inevitable usurping of her position by the jealous mare. Her horrified expression was stamped on her face when those immense thighs squashed it flat. A fitting expression it would turn out as she is lifted towards the huge mare's hindquarters. Georgia pulls open her pants and nonchalantly drops the flattened weasel in. It takes some adjusting, but eventually Texas finds herself spread out along a large section of her former deputy's buttocks. Her face is stuck near the mare's gassy butthole whilst her feet nearly reach her privates. With a loud burst of gas the former sheriff is formally introduced into her new position as Georgia's fart sniffer.

"Alright girls, go tell Vivian the little weasel has been dealt with. An' tell her of my promotion. I'm gonna go rearrange the sheriff's office to my tastes and break in my new fart sniffer."

Days turned to weeks turned to months as Texas could only witness all the work she'd done in Gold Springs fall apart. Under Georgia's easily bribed watch crime skyrocketed once more. The cells were reserved only for those who dared speak out against mayor Vivian and her cronies. Any who objected to the new sheriff were treated even worse, subjected to the same sadistic beatdown as her. The massive mare took a near perverse joy in crushing them, either between her thighs or with another part of her oversized body. The only thing she didn't do anymore was cram people into her pants. That spot belonged to Texas and Texas alone.

The former sheriff soon learned that Georgia rarely bathed. When she did, the squished weasel was tied around a post, her stretchy body turned into a fuzzy knot. The only other time Texas was spared the horse's ass was when the mare needed to use the toilet. Of course she never wiped anymore, having a useful little weasel to deal with the filth now. The stink of the huge horse's farts would never again leave, permanently seared into Texas' nostrils. For the rest of her days, the weasel would be the most terrifying reminder never to cross Georgia.