Red! (End)

Texas launched herself bodily at the pig in the red bandana, tackling her down to the ground and pinning her hands to reveal… no gun. The weasel’s eyes widened as the terrible realization swept over her, and right on cue there was the distinctive click of a hammer being pulled back on a revolver behind her.

“Wow, Sheriff. Ya really can’t tell us apart after all this time? I’m hurt!” Jesse said, holding Texas’s own revolver to the back of her head. Below her, and being held down by the weasel, Jane grinned.

“Yeah, me too. But not as hurt as she’s gonna be.”

Texas grit her teeth and raised her hands helplessly, as the pigs’ snorting laughter echoed around her.

“Let’s go over it again, Sheriff.” Jesse said, sitting on the floor with the weasel planted firmly beneath her. From under the pig’s 3-foot wide ass, only Texas’s legs were visible, sticking out from under Jesse’s belly. “So my farts sound like this:”

BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTT...

The legs kicked and spasmed in disgust as a billowing brown gas cloud sputtered out from under the sitting pig. Jesse grinned, just barely able to hear the sheriff’s muffled screams.

“An’ have a slight cinnamon-y smell to them!” She continues, then sniffs the air. “Or maybe that’s just dung. And Jane’s farts… Hey Jane! Switch!” She called up, making the red bandana’d pig look up from the safe and grin. In what was clearly a well-practised routine (since they had been doing it for the last hour) the two pigs quickly got up from their respective seats and switched over, Jesse grabbing a crowbar and starting on the safe, while Jane plopped her huge ass down on their ‘pupil’, ignoring her weak pleading.

“My farts sound like this!”

PPPPPPPPPRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTSSSSS…

The pig sighed in bliss, enjoying the moment as she felt the sheriff struggling beneath her, knowing that Texas was sucking down lungfuls of her gas, and that there was absolutely nothing the weasel could do about it.

“An’ have a slight strawberry-ish smell to them!” She said with a grin, then sniffed the air as well, much like her sister. “Or maybe that’s just dung. Hey! You getting this, sheriff!?” She shouted, then rolled her ass to one side, revealing the sweat covered, sickened and rather flat weasel, who currently smelled something like a dung pile left out in the heat, with a few rotten strawberries sprinkled on top.

“N-no more…” The weasel gasped, her face covered with dirt and streaked with sweat. Jane just gave an overdramatic sigh, then plopped her giant ass back down on top of the weasel.

“I don’t think she’s gettin’ this at all!” Jane complained. Jesse, however, grinned widely, then smacked the side of the safe with a meaty fist. With a series of whirs, ticks and clicks, the locking mechanism of the safe disengaged all at once, and the door swung open on well-oiled hinges. As the contents filled the room with a golden glow, the two pig’s faces lit up.

“Ha! Who cares if she gets it? We’re getting paid!!”

It was another hour before the loot from the safe was loaded into half a dozen spare mailbags. It probably would have taken half that time usually, but progress was slowed by Texas’s continued ‘lessons’. Finally, however, the job was done, and the two pigs were left with six bags of loot, an empty safe, and a barely-conscious weasel.

“Well, you’ve been a terrible student, sheriff!” Jane said, grabbing the back of the weasel’s collar, and dragging her limp body across the floor. “So me an’ Jess have decided to go for some… drastic teaching methods. Make or break, y’know?” She oinked. Dropping the weasel in front of the empty safe, the two pigs slowly pulled off their pants, then peeled free their sweaty, stained and reeking underwear. One pair red, one pair blue, and each so moist they could have just been pulled from a lake.

That was enough to get Tex’s attention, and the battered, smelly weasel desperately tried to drag herself across the floor away from her tormentors as they encroached.

“S-Stay away from me ya v-varmints! W-wait, no! NOOOO!” The weasel’s screams ended in a disgustingly juicy gurgle, as Jane grabbed her jaw and shoved her sodden red panties into her mouth. Before the weasel could spit them out, Jesse twisted her filthy, blue underwear into a gag and rammed them into Texas’s mouth as well, before tying them around the back of her head and leaving the weasel sucking on pig sweat and stale farts from two sets of putrid underwear. As a final touch, Jane grabbed a drawstring from one of the mailbags and tied Texas’s arms tight behind her back, ensuring that it was impossible for her to remove the defiled panties from her mouth. As Texas gagged and thrashed around on the floor, trying anything she could to make the taste stop, the two pigs grinned as they observed their handiwork.

“Perfect! Now to put you in detention and call it a day!” Jesse oinked, then picked up the struggling weasel like a bag of dirty laundry (which she kind of was…) and tossed her into the safe with a CLANG!

“Hey sheriff! Try to figure out who this is!” One of the pigs called out, and Texas looked up from her dazed, curled up position inside the safe. A huge bare butt was suddenly jammed into the opening, and this close, Texas could make out every speck of filth and unwashed stain on it.

BBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRRRRTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!

A rank smell and thick brown cloud flooded the inside of the safe, making it impossible to see anything or breathe anything but the fart cloud. Texas screamed and thrashed around, but was only met with booming laughter from the pigs.

“Don’t worry, they’ll probably let you out at the next town… If they don't throw you straight into the scrap heap! Enjoy the smell, sheriff!” With that, the huge butt withdrew and, before a single wisp of gas could escape, the airtight safe door slammed shut and locked, leaving the weasel only darkness, stench and… cinnamon?

Bad End: Lesson Learned?