Roxxie Gleefully Abuses Tiny Texas

(Originally by Sleeves)

Roxxie Roo couldn't help but remember all the times Texas had caused her trouble. Thwarting her robberies, rescuing people she was trying to ransom off, even retrieving property. Roxxie had been thrown in a jail cell more times than she could count and it was all because of the tiny weasel that had just popped back into shape in the palm of her hand. Things definitely weren't going to end well for the sheriff.

Texas groaned and rubbed her head, still dazed by the painful crushing she'd just received. Her clothes were tainted with the scent of Roxxie's rancid gas that made her gag as she got her bearings. The small weasel let out a startled squeak as Roxxie's other hand came down upon her, though only enough to keep her in place. "Roxxie, you big stinkin' sumbitch! Let me go!" Texas screamed, her high-pitched voice making her kangaroo captor laugh and press down even harder. Texas was brought to her knees, desperately pressing against the palm bearing down on her. She was **** lower and lower while Roxxie just grinned sadistically, watching her nemesis literally kneel before her now that there was only a few inches left between her palms.

"If ya start beggin' now I might not turn ya into a stain in my asscrack." Roxxie said, obviously relishing in tormenting the shrunken weasel. By now Texas was fuming, a look of pure rage on her face as the hands around her drew ever closer. "Ah'd rather di--" SQUISH! Texas didn't even get to finish her retort before being mercilessly pressed flat between the roo's palms. Roxxie ground her hands together for good measure, reveling in the squelches and muffled screams coming from the squishy sheriff. She spent several minutes grinding the weasel into paste before finally parting her hands, busting out laughing at what she saw.

Poor Texas was nothing but a wad of putty. Her fur and clothing were now just a mottled pattern of various shades of brown on her amorphous form, though a pair of toony eyes peered up at the roo with a look of pain and anger. At least, that's what it looked like to Roxxie. It was impossible to tell exactly what expression Texas was trying to make now that she didn't have much of a face.

"What was that, Tex? Had somethin' to say ta me?" Roxxie said, taunting the helpless wad of weasel as Texas started to stretch upward, trying to pop herself back into shape. Eventually she reformed with an audible pop, leaning against the kangaroo's fingers to balance herself. She was panting hard, tired from all the effort of reforming, though that didn't make her any less furious. The tiny weasel glared up at her captor. "Yeah, ah wanted ta say ah'd never beg to a fat, stupid, ug--" SQUELCH!

Once again Texas was squished between Roxxie's palms and ground harshly, just as badly as last time. And once again she strained upwards once the roo let up, though this time she couldn't pop back into shape immediately. Texas bulged upwards several times, each time needing to take a couple seconds of rest before trying again, finally managing to reform herself. "I can do this aaaaall day." Roxxie said smugly, quietly impressed with Texas' resolve. "So... can... I!" The weasel snapped back, clearly out of breath.

This process repeated several times. Texas would get squashed into mush between Roxxie's palms and then pop back into shape, and each time took a little longer. Again and again this happened. Squelch, pop, squelch, pop, squelch... eventually the weasel was too exhausted to pull herself back together, staying as a wad of mush in her nemesis' hand. The roo looked genuinely disappointed once Texas stopped reforming, though there was a great deal of satisfaction in besting the do-gooder. "Guess ya ain't as tough as I thought, Tex. Ah well, I got the perfect place for ya ta get some rest!" She said, a big grin on her face as Texas' eyes went wide, knowing exactly where Roxxie meant.

Quick as a whip the roo was up on her feet, tugging the back of her pants open and dangling the wadded-up weasel over the noxious abyss that was Roxxie's massive ass. Texas wanted to scream but all she could manage was a muffled whine as she was dropped right into the soft, stinking crevasse. Within moments the sheriff was gone, Roxxie letting go of her waistband and wiggling her butt to make sure Texas got nice and deep into her buttcrack. Roxxie's big butt jiggled with every step she took and sweated up a storm; Texas was subjected to the worst case of swamp ass the kangaroo could muster. Pretty soon she found herself drenched in ass sweat and rubbing up against Roxxie reeking asshole. Once the bandit sat down Texas' suffering became complete, squashed flat from both sides until she was nothing but a splotch on the inside of Roxxie's rancid ass.

"Ah warned ya! A couple hours in there oughta teach ya a valuable lesson not ta pick on folks bigger than you!" Roxxie said before letting out a long, loud, noxious fart right onto her new weasel fartcushion. Poor Texas was given the worst treatment imaginable, sniffing up the bandit's gas straight from the source. The constant pressure pressing her flat made things much worse, her mushy body squeezed as thin as paper while she soaked up nasty ass sweat. This was far worse than any prison cell. Would she ever be free again?