April Is Tossed Into The Tub And Finds A Double-Globe Of Roo Rump Descending...

(Originally by Zucca Xerfantes)

April screamed, gray and brown goo rising around her, two pairs of eyeballs looking helplessly up at her as they floated on the surface as April found herself being mashed in tighter and tighter... "Noooo!!!!" She cried out before her wails became muffled...

Roxxie began to grind her ass into that bathtub, smirking as Georgia watched in approval.

"I love watchin' you work. Just like those stage coach girls you flattened!" Georgia chuckled.

"Best bedsheets I've ever owned..." Roxxie snickered as she kept grinding.

"Or that Arizona ranger! That babe with the 'big iron on her hip'?" Georgia piped in.

"Inside out and stretched into a great tent." Roxxie exclaimed.

"And that Marshal from out of state?" The mare sniggered.

"Disappeared right up Buttercup's booty..." Roxxie chimed.

"So what'll we do with these three?" Georgia asked.

Roxxie leaned up, having ground down for minutes now. They both glanced into the tub, which was no longer full of water, but a swirled mixture of paste, colored dark gray, light gray, black, some shades of brown, some reds and whites, six eyeballs, floating in random places, blinking as they looked up helplessly. Between the three ladies and all the water, the resulting slurry had a lot more body than expected!

"You always knew this is how it would come down, Sheriff, Deputy, stranger. Yer' weak. And the weak get crushed by the strong, regardless of ideal." Roxxie explained. "Now, as to your fates, mates..."

"Annabelle has that sausage press at the Crushed Weasel! I dunno about you, but as new sheriff..." Georgia said as she plucked Texas' badge from her clothes. "... I think I'm entitled to a victory cookout."

"True. Or we could take this goop to the baker and she could make us a cake!" Roxxie said with a smirk.

"Or we could even bake em' into bricks and build a new communal town outhouse with em'!"