A Putrid-Smelling Pig

As the weasel crashed down in the cell, her nose was instantly assaulted by a putrid smell beyond all belief, smelling like a sewage plant on a hot summer's day. Texas holds her nose reflexively and goes to push herself up, but before she could a meaty hand grabbed her around her throat and pulled her face-to-face with the source of the smell, a seven-foot tall, stinking pig.

"Hello, Tex. Remember me? Mary?" She said, a wicked grin plastered across her face. "Because I remember you. You put me away in here ten damn years ago, and I've had nothing to do in here but think of what I'd do if I ever got my hands on you... And now, here you are."

In Mary's grasp, and this close to her, Texas could only gag and kick weakly as the smell was overwhelming her, her face slowly turning green. The pig just chuckles.

"But you know what? I'm merciful, so I'm going to give you a chance to redeem yourself, weasel. And you just need to do one thing for me." Mary released her grasp, and Texas fell onto the hard concrete floor with a yelp. In front of her, the pig's grin just widened as she turned around, until her gigantic ass was on full display in all it's horrific glory, and Texas could see all the sweat, dirt and large brown stains adorning her hellish butt crack. This close the smell was even worse, completely overpowering the weasel's senses with the putrid stench of pig manure and unwashed ass.

"Kiss my ass."