Texas Is In Trouble! Save Her! (End)

(Originally by SquishStories)

April had sworn an oath the day she became a deputy that she would always fight to protect the lives of those in danger, and those words could never apply more than right now. Much to her horror, the trusty sheriff had been turned into a living seat cushion, and there was no way she could let this atrocity go on another second.

April wondered how she should best enter the living room to catch both crooks off guard. They might have dwarfed her in size, but they weren’t immortal; if she kept them at a distance and trained her weapon on both of them, she could **** them to let her and Texas slip out the back. They certainly wouldn’t be willing to take a bullet for the flattened officer.

The girl took a step into the room and held her pistol in the air. “Freeze, you oversized rats!” she barked with authority. “You get off the sheriff right now, kangaroo, or the only place you’ll be bouncing to is the MORGUE!”

“Oh, crabapples!” Georgia sarcastically feigned defeat at the sight of the tiny fox standing in the doorway to Roxxie’s room. “It looks like we’ve been caught by the law! Whatever shall we do??”

“That’s right.” April called back with dead seriousness as she took turns training her gun on the two gigantic targets in the room. “I’ve got you in my sights, and if one of you takes even a single step towards me your eggs are gonna be scrambled like… AH!!!”

April gasped with surprise and pain as a wooden stick of some sort smacked her across the back of the head, knocking her to the ground. Her body hit the living room’s carpet and her new perspective showed her that there was a third target she should have been keeping track of: Smiling Jacks. The small rabbit was standing over her with a sheepish grin, a herding rod held in her hand like a baseball bat.

“Thanks Jacks! I don’t think she expected to see all of us here in one place.” Georgia called out as she placed her oversized boot on April’s gun and slid it away from the hands of the downed deputy. “I don’t know why we didn’t coordinate sooner. Now what should we do with this little nuisance?”

“Oi, I’ve got an idea!” Roxxiee called from the couch as she shifted her weight onto her right side, exposing the sweat-drenched furniture beneath her and the squelched sheriff plastered across the seat. “How about you slide ‘er down under so she’s niiice and comfy with her best friend.”

“AHHHHHHH!” The space between sticky underside of the kangaroo’s rump and her filthy chair looked like the worst crevice in the world, and there was nothing the deputy would like less. The poor girl tried to run, but Smiling Jacks bonked her on the head again with the herding rod, and then Georgia’s hands wrapping around her ankles sealed the deal: April was screwed..

The fox’s body thumped onto the chair, the two slick gargantuan buttcheeks of the sweaty villain looming over the piece of furniture like a titan. She looked over and made eye contact with the Sheriff, whose body was a completely pancaked mess, her skin slicked with Roxxie’s sweat.

“April, no…” Texas’s windpipes managed to wheeze out as she realized her friend was caught. “Not you too…”

“Aww, you look so cute together!” Roxxie laughed as she wriggled her bottom tauntingly above the heads of the two helpless foxes. "I’ve gotta say goodbye for now, but you’ll have plenty of time to catch up in the next few hour!”

Texas and April both burst into cries for mercy as the gigantic lass’s disgusting bum started moving back into place, its rancid smell registering more and more in their nostrils as it approached.

Their bodies were slowly pressed into pancakes as Roxxiee took her time letting her ass sink into her favorite chair. Now, much to her delight, she felt the **** squirms of two squished goody-two-shoes beneath her instead of just one. The tickly feeling of their bodies getting smushed to putty beneath her made her laugh out loud.

“I get a turn next, right Rox?” Georgia said with a snicker as she watched her enemies vanish completely underneath the jiggling cheeks.

“Hahaha.” the kangaroo was now sitting still, and the feeling of her sweat pooling onto the squelched bodies beneath her filled her with contentment.

“Of course, Sheriff Georgia.”