Resting in a cave sounds good right now (End)

Both Texas and her horse were tuckered out after their close escape, so they needed to find a safe place to rest fast, before their legs refused to carry them any further. However, the sheriff thought she finally caught a lucky break, as the very first mountainside they looked at did indeed have a cave entrance, a large, sinister hole staring right at them. Nutmeg seemed to be spooked by it, because no matter what the weasel did, the horse refused to enter, so Texas led it to some nearby shrubbery instead, hoping it would be enough to conceal it from the eyes of their many foes. After tying Nutmeg's leash to a nearby tree and covering her in twigs and leaves, our hero made her way into the gaping maw of what would hopefully become a safe resting place for a while.

Texas had to walk around with her arms stretched out as it was pitch-black, feeling along the cold cave walls to determine the size of it, listening intently for any sounds of movement. Not only was the cave empty, it was also nothing more than a single hollow area roughly the size of a bedroom, with no side branches where baddies or beasts could hide in to ambush her. Being satisfied with her find, Texas didn't waste any more time and just sat down at the back of the cave, eyes turned towards the entrance so she could get up and move on quickly should any danger find her. Then, finally, the sheriff fell into a well-earned, deep slumber.

Quite some time later, Texas woke up to the sounds of something scratching along the bottom of the cave. Unfortunately for her, it was dark by now, so she had no way of making out the source of these sounds. The only additional thing her senses picked up was a rather unpleasant smell, a mix of outhouse and wet dog, although she still couldn't figure out what could be the source of it. Getting anxious, Texas reached for her revolver and tried to slowly stand up, only to be pinned against the cave wall by something very big, very fuzzy, and VERY smelly. And it was at this moment that the weasel realized she had chosen poorly, as the cave was home to a very large bear, which was currently in the process of making itself comfortable, and unfortunately for Texas, used her as a makeshift cushion.

There was no way of her pushing the massive beast off of her, and Texas had the distinct feeling that making it aware of her presence by moving around was not the best idea in the first place. A sudden gurgling sound in front of her made her wanna scream and struggle, knowing full well what being idle would mean for her, but better being exposed to this end of the bear than the other one, she thought to herself. With a long, loud and bassy BRRRRRRRRPT! that resounded through the entire cave, Texas' new roommate unleashed a putrid wave of gas unto her, blowing away her hat and burning her eyes, nostrils and taste buds alike. The smell and taste of rotten meat was overpowering, the weasel having to use all of her willpower to keep herself from gagging or retching, silently enduring her **** as her ursine captor started pushing even harder against the cave wall, pressing the sheriff's upper body into its chubby rear and forcefully inserting her maw directly into its foul pucker.

Then, the creature started to rub his bum all over the cold stone, apparently having an itch that needed taken care of. This was a very unfortunate turn of events for our hero, as her upper body was mercilessly scrubbed along the wall, flattening and distending it until it was nothing more than a very odd-looking bear tattoo, connected on one side to her still dangling legs and on the other side to her face, which was now serving as a fancy butt plug and fart muffler. Finally, the beast seemed to be itchy no more, as it lowered itself on the ground, squishing the last unflattened part of Texas' body under its lower torso, followed by sounds of slow and steady breathing, indicating that it was going to sleep. This would do little to stop the constant **** Texas was getting, as its digestive system kept going, delivering blast after blast of noxious fumes and our hero was **** to savor each and every one of them.

This was going to be her life from now on, **** to somehow sustain herself with the filth given to her by a bear's backside, hoping that maybe one day, someone would slay the beast and free her from captivity. Although, considering this was bandit territory, she would probably just be pulled off of its rear, re-folded into a pair of panties and **** to adorn yet another unwashed ass, ripping rancid farts right into her face.