Texas Holds On!

(Originally by DanceDanceImmolation)

Texas couldn't believe that the gas kept coming. She had held her breath for as long as she possibly could have, but she found herself breathing those toxic fumes before long. Sarah-Mae's gas was some of the worst she had ever smelled; deep and pungent with sharp overtones of her horrid skunk musk. It was so deeply humid and heavy that it felt like she was being **** to breathe liquid when she inhaled the horrid stench in such intense quantities. It was wet in her lungs and seemed to cling to her nostrils and the inside of her throat. She was certain that if this went on any longer she wouldn't make it

That's when the gas stopped. Texas's eyes lit up. Maybe she was going to get out of this! Yes, Sarah-Mae seemed to be climbing up off of her. The skunk's dress lifted off the mud and the thick concentration of gas rushed out away from Texas. She was actually getting fresh air (Or at least as fresh as the air around a dung pit can be). Texas felt her senses returning.

"There, nobody could've survived that." Sarah-Mae said, dusting off her skirt, "Now go ahead and bury the evidence."

Smiling Jacks looked down at Texas, "I wouldn't be so sure, Sarah. The weasel's looking perfectly fine to me!"

"W-what!?!"

Texas spat on Sarah-Mae's dress,

"That's right I am! You need better stuff to take me down."

Sarah-Mae was flabbergasted. She crossed her arms, stomped her heel in the muck and huffed. All the while, Smiling Jacks couldn't help but laugh at her.

"Guess yer toots aint that tuff!"

Sarah-Mae responded, "Fine, your turn then, Jacks."

Smiling Jacks moved Bessie's ass closer to Texas and gave the cow a firm slap on the behind. The cow grunted, squatted down and blew a gigantic fart that was thick with the smell of manure straight into Texas's face.

"W-wait, what are you doing?!" Texas pleaded, "You said she'd only bury me if I was dead!"

Sarah-Mae giggled, "I didn't say anything like that. I said she'd bury you when I was finished, and I'm all finished!"

Texas saw Bessie's foul, shit-caked asshole expand open and screamed. A deluge of stinking dung started to pile on top of her, completely covering her head in piping hot cow pie. If breathing Sarah-Mae's gas was hard, breathing dung was impossible! Texas was already short of breath, could she possibly manage to extricate herself from this dookie doom, or would she be buried alive?