"S-Sure, Deputy... I'll Do What You Want. This Is Really Important."

(Originally by Zucca Xerfantes)

Georgia smirked, strolling in a predatory circle around the wolfess, shoving Tex aside. The weasel scowled at her, but didn't retaliate.

"Let's see what'cha got under the blue..." Georgia giggled.

"Y-You're not serious...! We're in public..." Samantha whimpered, looking around at the outlaws who watched the proceedings with much interest and mocking laughter.

"Shuck it, tenderfoot. Or I will..." Georgia rumbled.

Samantha meekly unzipped the front of her suit, stepping out of it after peeling it off. Without it, she'd be unable to jump back if the worst should happen.

And the worst was yet to come!

Georgia giggled. "Those things ya' said... Usin' ya like buttfloss would be great since I work harder than any other lawlady in town and I work up a real sweat down there..."

Samantha whimpered, eyes wide.

Texas snorted. "Drink harder'n anyone else, maybe."

"Shut up." Georgia retorted, picking up Texas and stuffing her into a barrel.

"Next possibility, I could jump on you and see how far I can spread your pretty ass across the floor of the saloon..." The fat mare chortled.

The time traveler squirmed as the deputy groped her ass. "Mrrmph..!"

"Or I could squash ya', wad ya' up and make bubblegum outta ya'! Need to work out the ol' jaw muscles. Hope ya' don't mind the ol' halitosis!"

Samantha shuddered.

Texas popped out of the barrel. "You don't have to do any of it! I'll help ya' find the tootin' thing!"

Georgia rolled her eyes and grabbed the nearby spittoon, turning it upside down and smooshing it over Texas with the kind of slimy, wet squish that only a week's worth of bandit snot and gooey tobacco could produce, compacting the weasel into the metal bowl until all that stuck out was Texas' squirming booty.

"Now... what shall we do with you?" Georgia chuckled, kicking the booty-overflowing spittoon back to the barside with a metallic THWING.