Uh-Oh... (End)

Texas glances around desperately, and her eyes alight on a tiny, rusted nail sticking out from the wooden wall. Wasting no time, the sheriff dragged herself over so that her back was to the wall, then started to try and cut through the bindings that held her hands behind her back using the nail. She'd been tied up before, and she knew if she could just get her hands free, she could escape from there. The only question was, would she be faster than the horse's digestive system?

“Come on... Come on!” The weasel growled, feeling the rope begin to fray and weaken. She was almost there! She just had to-

A low rumbling sound caught her attention, and the weasel's gaze shifted over to Butterscotch, whose stomach had just gurgled alarmingly. As she watched, the horse's tail lifted, and the weasel's eyes widened. “N-no...” She whimpered, exchanging a shocked look with April, before Butterscotch sealed their fate.

BBBBBRRRRRRRRRRFFFFFFFFFFTTTTTTTTTTT!! The powerful horse gas washed across the room as a rancid green fog, engulfing the two lawgirls and leaving them gagging, screaming and retching from the utterly abominable smell. Texas desperately tried to thrash around and find the nail again, but in the thick fog she couldn't see a thing. “No... No... I just need to-”

PPPPPPHHHHHHHHHHHHRRRRRTTTT!! The second fart followed, hitting the girls in a tidal wave of stench. Nearby, Texas saw April fall limp, collapsing into the mud of the horse pen. The weasel gave a weak whimper, trying to crawl over to her friend, but with every breath she grew weaker and weaker, her mind spinning as the only air her body received was the recycled bean air being produced by the gassy horse. Slowly but surely, the weasel's struggles weakened, and everything went dark...

“Good morning, Butterscotch!” Roxxie called out happily, entering the horse's pen with two overflowing buckets of horse feed. Inside, the giant horse was sitting happily in the middle of the room, her absolutely colossal ass pressed down firmly into the mud of the enclosure floor. As Roxxie watched, she saw the mud suddenly bubble alarmingly all around the horse's ass as she let out another of her foul farts. The bandit just grinned, walking over and pouring the feed into the trough.

“Alright, girl! Grub's up!” She shouted, and the horse whinnied happily, getting to her feet and tromping over to the mountain of food. Roxxie smirked, then glanced back to where the horse had just been sitting, seeing a deep double crater in the mud where Butterscotch's ass had been planted, and buried in the bottom of that crater, an extraordinarily flat, smelly fox with a horrified and sickened look on her face. 

“There's one cushion, which means the other must be...” Roxxie's gaze shifted from the foxy fart cushion to Butterscotch's mud-stained ass, where a delightful sight awaited her: A flattened weasel lodged deep within the horse's ass crack, barely visible if not for the tiny, flattened arms sticking out, and the muddy, crushed ponytail dangling loose. With a hugely satisfied grin, the kangaroo bandit walked forwards, then grabbed the ponytail and pulled Texas's flattened face free, crushed two-dimensional by the mighty ass cheeks on either side of it. The weasel's eyes spun dizzily, and her face was a sickly green from the constant barrage of farts she had been swallowing, but slowly she came to her senses, mustering the power to give Roxxie a ****, pleading look. The bandit just laughed.

“Hey there, Tex! Oi, you know what today is?” She asked with a grin. The weasel didn't, or couldn't, respond, so Roxxie just continued. “It's your one-year anniversary of being defeated! One entire year of being a horse's fart cushion. Ah, I remember it like it was yesterday...” The roo said wistfully, the grin never leaving her face. “An' since it's such a special day, I've given Butterscotch her extra-spicy feed today, and she's raring to give you a congratulatory kiss! Pucker up!” The bandit's grin turned wicked, before she slammed Texas's face back into the horse's ass crack, burying it so deep that the weasel's nose acted as a butt-plug for the horse's asshole.

“Here's to a year of sniffing horse ass, Tex!” Roxxie shouted happily, while Butterscotch's stomach started to rumble, a sure sign of what was about to follow. The horse looked back at her ass and snickered happily, then clenched her muscles and- PPPPPPPPHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRBBBBBBBBTTTTTTT!!!!

The weasel screamed muffledly and spasmed in Roxxie's grasp as the ungodly stench invaded her nostrils and conquered her lungs, but the strong hand holding her in place never wavered, as not a single whiff of the stench made it to Roxxie's nose. As it had been for the past year, Texas acted as the perfect fart absorber, not a solitary foul fume making it past her. The roo just laughed, then continued to hold the weasel in place as Butterscotch's stomach roared again.

“And many more to come.” BBBBRRRRRRTTTT!!