Jump!! (End)

Texas cursed under her breath. Going around the rocks would take too much time, and Roxxie could easily lose her in the labyrinthian canyon if she got out of sight. There was only one option left.

"Come on, girl! Don't fail me now! HYAH!" The weasel spurred her horse forwards towards the rock wall, urging her to jump. And perhaps, if it had been Texas's own fearless steed, it would have worked.

This, however, was a stagecoach horse, not particularly well trained and also very tired from the chase. It had been shot at, yelled at and ridden bare back, and it had had more than enough. The mare dug her hooves into the ground to stop herself, but Texas wasn't so lucky. The weasel blinked in surprise as the momentum carried her forwards and sent her flying through the air, screaming and flailing her arms until-

SPLAT!

Butterscotch glanced back in confusion, then snickered as she saw a certain weasel sheriff splattered across her filthy butt, spread-eagled and flat as paper, her face stuck right in the horse's ass-crack and her tail twitching in pain. Roxxie burst out into fits of snorting laughter as the massive mare whinnied in delight as she jigged her butt-cheeks, watching as the sheriff jiggled along perfectly like a tattoo.

"Nice leap, sheriff! Good thing Butterscotch was here to catch you, huh?" She said happily, while the mare started to parade around happily, Texas being ground up between her sweaty, oversized cheeks, wailing muffledly as she was flattened and smeared with horse-filth. "It's fifty miles from here to the hideout, Tex, but Butterscotch will keep you entertained for the ride. The three of us are gonna have a lot of fun together.." With that, the bandit spurred her horse forwards into a gallop, quickly grinding Texas to a sweaty mush between the filthy cheeks, showing the weasel her new place in life.