An Alley of Pain

(Originally by Cheese111)

With all the grace of a runaway train the mare closed the distance, reaching down to grab the sheriff once more. Texas was still wobbly on her feet, but she managed to dodge it. She was in no rush to have those wrenching fingers throttling her again. Amused her victim still had some fight in her the towering mare raised a foot. The weasel's eyes grew wide as it came down. She sidestepped it but it was so close she felt the air rush past as the huge booted foot slammed down mere inches from where she was standing. Several more attempts to grab and stomp her followed, but the lawbringer managed to dodge them all. Georgia began to get a little annoyed, but she knew there was no way out for the weasel. She needed to dodge every blow or suffer the consequences. The mare on the other hand only needed to land a hit once.

"Aw, you didn't throw a single punch yet, 'sheriff'. Are you gettin tired of escapin' your well-deserved fate yet? Tell ya what, I'll be a generous sheriff after I squash you, so how about I give you a shot right now. One punch, make it count." Georgia squatted down, bringing her face close to the panting weasel.

Texas was brimming with righteous fury. She would not be reduced to Georgia's little plaything. The massive mare would feel her wrath. She'd brought down plenty of criminals with her fists, and this would be no different. She straightened her form, putting up her fists and breathing deeply. Georgia almost felt concerned seeing the sheriff shake off her earlier fatigue, but the mare was about to call her bluff.

"C'mon sheriff, today please. I got more to do than squashin' a rodent and gettin' my promotion."

The weasel did not keep her waiting any longer. With all the strength she could draw from her exhausted body Texas reared back and threw a punch for the ages. Unfortunately her weariness outmatched her righteous anger and her fist merely gently squished into Georgia's cheek. The deputy's smile grew a mile wide, seeing her opponent's spirit break. The thugs all laughed at the pathetic display.

"My turn!" The massive mare announced joyfully. Still squatting down she brought her hand down on the ground, pinning Texas' feet in place. Georgia's other hand formed a massive fist, rearing up as far as she could manage. The sheriff was trapped helplessly and soon to be on the receiving end of that fist. She meekly put up her arms to block it but they both knew it would be pointless. The weasel could only wait for the inevitable as the immense fist flew towards her, finding a home in her gut. The air was driven from her lungs and were it not for the mare holding her feet down she was certain it would've sent her flying clean over the wall of thugs. The mare let go of the weasel, allowing her to slump to her knees in pain. With her opponent still recovering she felt the only right thing to do was speed along said recovery in the only way she knew how.

Texas gritted her teeth, fiercely trying to get on her feet. She needed a way out. The huge mare had the upper hand and there was no way in hell she was going to overpower her in a fistfight anymore. Maybe if the both of them were fresh and ready, but not like this. Before she could get on her feet though the sheriff was surprised by a visitor. Georgia's massive butt hovered just before her, the round glutes looking ready to crush her flat. She heard a snorting laugh erupt from the far side of that immense butt before it erupted, blowing several rancid farts right in the sheriff's face. Again laughter rang out from the alleyway as Georgia stood up to inspect her handiwork. The weasel was beaten and exhausted. Defiantly she was on her feet, but she looked ready to be knocked over again at the merest touch. Georgia had so much more in mind than just a touch. It was time to finish this.