Her Doom (End)

(Originally by DanceDanceImmolation)

"Alright, here we are!" Jacks said, hopping off of her horse and fishing what was left of the sheriff out of her ass crack.

She pulled the wadded up Texas out, unfolded her a bit then shook her like a blanket to fully unfurl her. She was still flat as a pancake and totally saturated in Jacks butt stuff, but she could at least see where she was now. Although, that didn't help much because she had absolutely no idea where in the wild west she actually was. It looked like the desert, sure, but she had never seen this tiny looking ranch she was in front of before in her life. All there was was a short farmhouse, a single fat pony, and a monstrous mountain of manure that couldn't have possibly come from that little thing.

"Welcome to my little dream ranch!" Jacks said proudly, "I always wanted a pony, ever since a So I stole one from some brat's birthday! She's a real treasure. I call her 'Majesty!'"

Texas couldn't help but roll her eyes at that portly pony mare being called "Majesty" of all things. The messy pony looked like it was going to have a heart attack at any minute.

"But poor Majesty ain't feeling well, Tex." Jacks said, "I been feeding her plenty, but she's just got the worst trots I ever did see. So I was thinking I'd massage her rump with a nice weaselfur rag to soothe her aching butt. Wanna help me out Tex? 'course you do."

Texas's eyes shot open, but she was pressed too flat to speak up. Jacks grabbed a washing pole and stuck Texas on the end of it before whistling for Majesty to come. The pony waddled over, turned around and lifted her tail (a trick all of Jacks's animals knew). Jacks took the pole and oh so gently plunged Texas into the manure filled canyon that was Majesty's fat ass. Jacks rolled her up and down, wiping every last corner of that muddy crack. But despite the vigorous wiping that Jacks was giving the pony's ass, it didn't seem to get any cleaner. There was just too much crap.

Jacks pulled out Texas to have a look at her, and saw that the sheriff was now more dung than weasel. She stuck her tongue out in disgust and shook the washing pole to drop her off the end of it. She landed in the filthy mud of the pen with a sickening splat.

"Well sorry Tex, looks like it didn't work. I think I need more ass wipes." Jacks hopped on her horse, "I'll be right back with your buddy April! Majesty, you keep our friend busy while I'm gone!"

Majesty responded by raising her tail again, right over the shit-stained mess that was Texas, and blowing out a tremendous fart. Then a cascade of rotten horseapples piled out of her ass, completely burying the sheriff in reeking pony poop.