The Skunk (End)

The skunk was bigger, stronger, and had the better weapon. If she didn’t comply, things could get ugly fast, and Texas wasn’t going to risk a firefight with this many civilians here. Her decision made, the sheriff snuck forwards, then stood up, sticking the gun into the skunk’s lower back.

“Drop it, ya varmint. And you too, cat.” She said, and both the guards froze. In front of them, the passengers all cheered happily, relieved to have been saved by the skilled and brave sheriff of Gold Springs. Surely the danger was over now, right?

“Ah said drop it!” The weasel repeated, and the skunk dropped her rifle, nodding for the cat to do the same with her pistols.

“Alright, sheriff. You’ve got us. We’ll come quietly.” The skunk said, then put her hands behind her back for the sheriff to put cuffs on. As soon as Texas withdrew her gun to do so however, the skunk struck.

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Went the skunk’s backside, her cheeks flapping together as hurricane-**** winds suddenly rocketed out of her ass, engulfing Texas with the smell of a tyre fire in a sewage treatment plant. The weasel screamed in disgust and stumbled away, but the skunk was on her quickly, slamming her ass back and crushing Texas between her oversized butt and the carriage’s back wall.

“Mmmm… You have no idea how long I’ve been holding this in for, sheriff…” She said, then grinned as she felt her stomach rumbling again. “Open wide!”

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“Oof! That one was hot!” The skunk exclaimed, fanning her nose as a purple cloud of stink built up behind her. “Still alive back there sheriff? ...Sheriff?” She glanced back, then grinned in delight at the sight of the weasel, her face buried in the skunk’s ass, out cold. “Weakling.”

Around the train, the passengers all bore a look of horror on their faces, seeing their brave and strong sheriff turned into a skunk’s butt-toy in an instant. Surely they were all doomed… And it wasn’t just them who was unhappy, as the cat gagged, grabbing her pistols again and starting to wrench open the carriage’s windows.

“You couldn’t have done that in a less smelly manner??” She growled and coughed, pulling a bandana up over her face to avoid having to breathe the stench.

“Well it worked, didn’t it?” The skunk responded, folding her arms and stepping forwards, the **** weasel coming with her, as she was essentially the skunk’s wedgie at this point.

“Yeah, except now I have to deal with your stink, AND the passenger's!”

“Oh please. Mine’ll pass. As for the passengers…” She paused as she got an idea, a slow grin spreading over her face.

Looking out over them, her grin widened as she noticed an absolutely massive elephant girl, easily twice as large as the next biggest passenger. As the skunk looked at her, the elephant squeaked timidly and let out a small squeak of a fart. “P-please, y-you’ve already got my valuables! T-there’s nothing else I can do!”

“Oh, I beg to differ. Stand up.” The skunk said with an evil grin.

The elephant quickly stood to her feet, revealing the seat beneath her, which was an absolute mess. The cushion bore a perfect imprint of her giant ass, which took up the whole bench, and it was crushed so flat in parts that it was touching the wood of the seat. And judging by the smell that was released when the elephant stood up, she had been quite nervous this trip. The skunk walked over, peeling the sheriff out of her ass just as the weasel was coming to, and laying her down on the bench.

“Wakey-wakey, sheriff! Time for the citizens of Gold Springs to show their appreciation for all your hard work… You. Sit.” She commanded the elephant, who looked back and hesitated. The weasel’s eyes fluttered open, and she found herself staring at the biggest ass she had seen all day.

“I-I don’t think I-”

“I said SIT!” The skunk roared, and with a timid yelp, the elephant slammed her ass down. There was a crunch and a squish as the weasel disappeared beneath the giant elephant booty, being absolutely demolished. As was the bench, for in her scared response, the elephant had sat down slightly too fast and with too much ****, and on impact the seat had buckled, bending the arms inwards so that they covered her legs, locking her in place. The elephant was stuck.

She tried to tug herself free, but all she accomplished was rubbing her enormous, sweaty butt down more on the sheriff, smearing her even flatter. The skunk just burst out laughing.

“BWAHAHAHA! Cat! Go tell Georgia that the sheriff problem’s been taken care of. She won’t be bothering us again. At least until they find a metalworker to cut this lard lump free!” She shouted back. Meanwhile, on top of Texas, the elephant winced, her nerves getting the better of her. Her stomach had started to rumble

“S-sorry, Texas.” She whimpered, before a powerful eave of gas came flooding out of her backside and onto the weasel beneath, the first of many to come. Beneath her oversized, smelly and catastrophically powerful butt, the paper-thin weasel could only scream muffledly.

By the time the train reached the next town, Georgia and her gang were long gone with all the loot. Jesse and Jane had been disappointed that they wouldn’t get their **** on the sheriff, but when they learnt of her predicament, they spent a good hour scaring the elephant and making her gassing of the sheriff so much worse. When the train had finally stopped however, it had taken an additional two hours for the townsfolk to find a metalworker capable of cutting the elephant free, and another hour on top of that for him to actually do it. All the while, people passing by outside the train were pointing to the elephant through the windows and whispering to each other, making the poor girl blush as red as a beet. It also made her increasingly nervous, so that by the time the metalworker finished, she was farting up a storm. Embarrassed, nervous and just wanting to get out of town, the elephant had immediately raced off the train and caught the first stagecoach she had found, heading to god-only-knows. Unfortunately, this meant that no one had the chance to tell her that they hadn’t found Texas on the seat, meaning there was only one possible place for her to be: Stuck to the elephant’s butt. The poor weasel was never seen again, and lived out the rest of her life as a transparent stain on a gassy elephant’s pants; forever unnoticed, and forever sat upon.

Bad End: Public Service.