Put Up Her Dukes! (End)

She raised her fists and lunged at Roxxie. It did seem to surprise her, though unfortunately, not in any good way. She let that weasel fist hit her gut a bit, letting out a huff. Tex smiled a bit. Had she gotten her? “Take that!”

No such luck though, as she grabbed that arm, pulled it free, then yanked it up! Tex was pulled forward, before colliding with her flabby stomach. “Guh. You punch hard for a little thing. But let’s see how hard you really are.” The outlaw flexed her stomach, and launched the sheriff backwards. She tried to brace herself, but she ran out of room, and immediately hit Butterscotch’s fatter gut. The horse whinnied, letting her body sink into that fat horse belly. Then, she flexed, and sent her right back to Roxxie!

The duo bounced her between their bellies, dizzying her up. “You’re the worst fighter ever, sheriff…” Roxxie mocked. Tex’s eyes were swirling, until their bouncing stopped, rather abruptly. Getting her bearings, she looked around, and noticed to her horror, that this time, she’d been caught on Butterscotch’s butt! The fat mare grinned, as her gut gurgled with plenty of pressure.

PFRRRRRRRAAAAATTT!!

The mare ejected her sheriff-sized cannonball in a blossom of stink. Though it was only the beginning, as she immediately planted facefirst against Roxxie’s rump! She smirked at the pleading sheriff, waggling her tail and her fat butt, before returning fire.

FLBBBRRRRRRTTTT!!!

“Fire in the hole!” Roxxie yelled, as Tex flew back, landing back in the clutches of the mare’s behind. She lifted her leg and made a show of grunting.

BRRRRRRRRRPPPPPTTTT!!!

Over and over, they threw her back and forth, with gas, with guts, with anything that seemed like fun. Her eyes were swirling and she was barely conscious. “Please, stop the world from spinning...”

“Aww, looks like we threw her around so much we scrambled her brain.” Roxxie cackled, holding the nearly liquefied sheriff in her cheeks. “Well, bud? Let’s say we send this sheriff on her way.”

Roxxie then backed up, as did Butterscotch, until Tex was squished nicely between their rears. Both their guts rumbled and churned, the vibrations jiggling their butts. Their gurgles worsened, bouncing off of each other until they reached resonance. With the canyon itself nearly shaking from the rumbling, they both readied up, before releasing their powered up bowels at once.

….

A lone brown stetson sailed into the air, aloft on a mushroom cloud of stink. Roxxie and Butterscotch emerged from the canyon a bit later, while the roo fanned her face. “Pheew! No more carrots for you... ah, who am I kidding?” She cackled, before riding away, into the sunset.

And thus the poor sheriff went up in smoke. It was honestly wishful thinking, beating a pair in a fistfight.