Name: Texas Stanton
Personality: Texas is righteous, moral and determined to the core. She’ll never give in and never surrender, which unfortunately lands her in trouble more often than not. She’s also fiercely loyal to the law, preferring to do everything by the books, and a damn good lawgirl, having taken down some of the most dangerous and skilled outlaws in the region.
Backstory: Texas was born and raised in the town of Gold Springs during the height of its gold-mining boom, the daughter of a gold miner and the town’s sheriff. She lived an easy-going life due to the town’s affluence, but always aspired to be like her mother and fight to uphold the law and help others. Texas joined on as a deputy at sixteen, and the future was looking bright for her, however, over the next five years the gold mines of Gold Springs slowly began to dry up, and the once-peaceful and prosperous town turned to infighting over the last of the gold. Townsfolk began to move away as bandits and outlaws became ever more common, and Texas’s family decided to move on. However, Texas, ever stubborn and determined to see her town restored, stayed behind, becoming sheriff and slowly bringing order back, one outlaw at a time. But, with a corrupt mayor, bandits on all sides and very few people she can trust, Texas plays a dangerous game, and one she’s not likely to win.
“One pris’ner here fer the lockup!”
Texas proudly pushed her prisoner forwards towards the duty officer of the county jail. Smiling Jacks, not smiling so much now, grumbled as she staggered forwards, her hands cuffed behind her back. After Texas’s defeat at the butt of a giant cow, she had been tracking the bunny and her gang for weeks, finally finding her passed out drunk in the back alley of a grimy tavern after celebrating another successful cattle robbery. Before Jacks knew what was happening, the cuffs were slapped on her and she was dragged back to justice by the furious weasel, who planned to lock her away for a long time.
Behind the desk, the officer, a haughty-looking skunk, adjusted her glasses and peered down at Jacks, looking unimpressed, then back up to Texas, even more unimpressed. She sighed with boredom and shuffled her papers, then found the form she was looking for and selected a pen from a perfect line of them.
“I assume you have an arrest warrant?” She asked with absolute apathy. Texas smiled and nodded, grabbing a piece of paper from her pocket and passing it over.
“O’ course. Got it signed by the mayor personally this mornin’, for the arrest o’ Smilin’ Jacks by Texas Stanton.” She says proudly, smirking down at Jacks, who glared back at her. Behind the desk, the skunk’s eyes slid over the paper as she read it thoroughly, raising a single eyebrow as she reached the end and carefully placing the piece of paper down. She nodded to two nearby prison guards, who walked over.
“Please take Miss Texas into custody.” She said. There was a pause for a moment, before her words finally sunk into Texas’s skull.
“Wait, WHAT??” The weasel shouted in surprise, trying to back away, but quickly being seized by the guards.
“This is a warrant for the arrest of one Texas Stanton, for the kidnapping of Miss Jacks.” The skunk said, reading the paper over. “Signed personally by the mayor. Guards, please remove her weapon.” She said. Texas struggled and protested, but the guards stripped her of her gun and her lasso, cuffing her hands behind her back. Nearby, Jacks’ look of disbelief turned into a wide grin as a guard came over and unlocked her handcuffs.
“I guess the mayor really appreciates those ‘campaign donations’ I make, huh?” She said to the snarling weasel. “Still, at least you won’t be bored in here, Tex! I’m sure you’ve got lots o’ friends behind bars.” Texas’s face instantly turned into a picture of horror as she recalled the dozens of criminals she had put behind bars over her long and successful career.
“W-wait, no! You can’t do this! You caaaannn’t!!!” The weasel screamed as the guards dragged her further into the prison, while Jacks waved goodbye and wandered off.
With a thump, the weasel crashed down onto the hard concrete of the cell, her hat bouncing off her head and rolling across the floor, coming to rest at a pair of large, grey feet. As the door slammed closed and locked behind her, the grey figure bent down and picked up the hat in one massive hand, inspecting it.
“Well, well, Tex! Long time no see! In fact, the last time I saw you was when your testimony put me in this place.” The voice says. Texas gulped, recognizing the tone almost instantly, and peered up from the floor, seeing a massive elephant standing in front of her and grinning down, dressed in orange prison clothes. “Still, I’m sure we can put all of that behind us… once I’ve pounded you into paste!” She snarls.
“N-natasha…? Y-you stay away from me, y’hear!? You lay a hand on me, an’ the guards’ll lock you in solitary!” She says, scrambling to her feet and taking up a basic defensive stance. However, as she did so, a pair of hands grabbed her from behind and wrapped her into a tight bearhug, the weasel squeaking in surprise and pain. Behind her, a large pig held her tightly while the elephant advanced.
“Hehe, that’s funny, Tex! You really think the guards care what happens behind bars, especially to a goody two-shoes like you?” She says with a grin, wrapping her even tighter, Texas’s eyes bugging out of her head. “Nope! You’re all ours now, Tex. A lot of the girls in here want a piece of you, but we get first go. Time to send you to the gas chamber!” The pig said gleefully. In front of them, the massive elephant had peeled off her sweaty, smelly pants and underwear, revealing her massive bare ass. Texas screamed in fear, but the two girls just laughed as the pig grabbed Texas and shoved her between the elephant’s cheeks with a squish.
Natasha laughed with malicious joy as she heard the hated sheriff silenced by her mighty butt, quickly clenching her powerful cheeks around her.
“What’s wrong, Tex? Can’t take the pressure? Well, it only gets worse from here!” The elephant grunts, then blasts out a long, loud fart point-blank into the weasel’s face, the sound of muffled squealing being elicited by the torture. Natasha just laughed and started to lie down, while the pig eagerly got into position. “Ready, Tanya?” The elephant asked her pig counterpart.
“Ready, Nat!” The pig said happily, then leapt back and slammed her ass down on top of her friend’s, sandwiching the sheriff between to deadly walls of stinking fat. “Time for the gas chamber!!” Tanya yelled, and instantly both girls began to blast out a hellstorm of disgusting gas over the trapped sheriff, who screamed and cried in horror at the disgusting torment, her head quickly getting foggy as the fumes addled her brain.
“Better get used to this, Tex.” Natasha said with a grin, wincing as another fart blasted out of her ass and straight into the sheriff’s nose “There are a lot of girls you put away in here, and we intend to share you with all of them…”
The two criminals laughed evilly as they continued to gas and squash the weasel senseless, the sounds of screams and flatulence resounding around the prison for all to enjoy.
Three hours later, the prison door swung open and two guards entered, flanking the skunk officer. Her noise wrinkled in discomfort from the smell, but she tried not to let it show, her eyes gazing dispassionately around the cell but only seeing Tanya fast asleep and Natasha sitting on a reinforced metal chair, doing curls with a set of dumbbells. The skunk allowed herself a slight smirk.
“Girls. I need to talk to Texas. You wouldn’t happen to know where she is, would you?” She asked knowingly. Natasha frowned in faux thought, tapping her chin, then grinned and reached back behind herself, peeling the smelly, filthy sheriff out of her sweaty ass crack, the weasel dangling limply in her grasp.
“Dunno how she could have gotten back there. But something tells me it won’t be the last time.” She tosses her to the floor, where the sheriff lands with a splat, elephant butt-sweat dripping off her. The skunk took a few steps forwards, tapping her foot impatiently as Texas slowly recovered her strength and looked up to her.
“Y-you h-have to get me out…” She whimpers weakly. The skunk nods in mock sympathy, crouching down and looking Texas in the eyes.
“You needn’t worry, sheriff. It turns out there was a clerical error in the warrant. It is completely invalid.” She says. Texas sighs in relief, hope returning to her. “And when the review committee convenes in a month, they are certain to release you. Until then, however, I leave you in the capable hands of your friends here.” The skunk grins as she watches all the hope drain from Texas’s face. The weasel opens her mouth to protest, but Natasha quickly placed a large, sweaty foot on Texas’s head, pinning it to the dirty floor and shutting her up.
“Oh, we’ll take great care of her. In fact, I think we’re about to go get lunch. Bean burritos today, sheriff. Then we can play a little more, maybe invite some of our friends over as well. We’re gonna enjoy your stay here, sheriff. Every second of it.”
While the weasel sobbed beneath her foot, the elephant just laughed and ground her toes down around Texas’s nose. The skunk officer nodded in satisfaction, then walked out of the cell and closed the door behind her, allowing the girls some more privacy.
Cattle rustling was always common and always profitable for the bandits living in and around the town of Gold Springs, as since the gold mines had gone dry the town’s main wealth was their exceptionally large breeds of cattle. However, one particular group of cattle-rustling bandits was about to have a very bad day, if sheriff Texas had anything to say about it. The Red Hand Bandits had been one step ahead of her for weeks now, pulling off flawless cattle theft after flawless cattle theft up and down the prairie, but at long last the weasel sheriff had found the location of their hideout, hidden deep within Black Gut Gorge.
At the moment, the sheriff was sneaking through the large herd of nearly a hundred cattle milling about in the bottom of the gorge, most of the cows being taller than she was and almost cylindrical with fat, which provided her the perfect cover. Up ahead, on a small rise, the sheriff could see half a dozen tents and a small, battered shack surrounding a campfire, and hear the sounds of loud snoring wafting over the gentle mooing of the cows. The weasel took a deep breath drew her gun as she crept ever closer to the camp, forcing herself into the tight space between two obese cows, who gave annoyed moos and glared at her as she passed. As uncomfortable, tight and smelly as it was, at least she was getting close, and the sleeping bandits would not know what hit them.
“Howdy Sheriff! Nice night for a walk, ain’t it?” A cheery voice called. Texas tried to turn, but in the press of cattle, her movements were limited and her sight was dominated by bovine.
“Up here, Tex!” The sheriff looked up and froze. Sitting on a rock outcropping extruding from the wall of the gulch was a young-looking bunny, dressed in tanned leather and wearing a bandana around her neck. She was also holding a lever-action rifle, pointed directly at Texas, and grinning widely.
“There y’go, ya found me! Finally. A little birdy told me you might stop by for a visit, so I figured we could have ourselves a little fun.” The bunny’s smile never wavered as a few more of her gang popped up from behind rocks and bushes, all with their weapons pointed right at Texas. The weasel gulped, suddenly not liking the odds.
“A-ah’m only gonna say this once. Surrender now an’ return these cattle, or ah’ll be forced t’ put ya’ll down! A-an’ that goes double for you, Jacks!” The sheriff said, more confidently than she felt. Up on the outcropping, Smiling Jacks, head of the Red Hand Bandits, just giggled happily and shook her head, her rabbit ears flopping adorably.
“Sorry Texas, but that ain’t in the plans for tonight. See, me and the girls are pretty tired o’ you getting in our way, so we decided that it ain’t gonna happen again… Bye-bye, Sheriff.” Jacks’ grin never faded as she aimed down the sights at Texas. The weasel was frozen, pinned between two fat cows and a sitting duck for the bunny’s bullets
The shot rang out as Smiling Jacks pulled up her gun and fired straight up into the air. Texas blinked in surprise, astonished to find herself not resembling Swiss cheese, but as Jacks’ grin widened, the sheriff suddenly realized exactly what was about to happen.
“STAMPEDE!!” Jacks shouted happily, as all the startled cows mooed with fright and ran for the entrance of the gulch, desperately slamming into each other and trampling everything in their path. Texas turned and tried to run, but there was zero hope for her. Two of the bulbous bovines crashed together on either side of her, the sweaty, smelly, furry walls of fat and muscle squashing her flatter than paper before she even had time to scream. It wasn’t over for her yet however, for as the cows separated to reveal the horrified, flattened weasel, she was quickly pulled under the stampeding hooves of the herd, which smashed down on her again and again and again, their massive weights mulching her into paste and splattering her deep into the muddy floor of the gulch.
Finally, when the cattle had passed, Smiling Jacks leapt down from her vantage point, her tall boots squelching into the soft, smelly mud. She walked over to a certain patch and grabbed something, pulling up a dirty, flattened, tan-coloured mess that was all that remained of the sheriff and holding her up by her tail, the weasel pancake unable to do anything but dangle limply from her grasp. The bunny and her gang instantly burst out laughing at the sight of the fearsome lawgirl demolished into a disc, and as consciousness slowly faded from the weasel, the last thing she saw was Jacks’ smiling face, a picture of pure joy.
When Texas finally awoke, she did so groggily. Her head was pounding like a drum and her body burned with aches and pains. She growled and tried to move, only to discover that she was bound tight, a situation that occurred more often than she would have liked. The sheriff opened her eyes, and found herself staring at Jacks’ boots, with prairie stretching out in all directions around her. Texas opened her mouth to shout, but Jacks’ boot-clad foot, the sole caked with dried mud, stepped on her muzzle, keeping her mouth closed.
“Man, took ya long enough to wake up, Tex! You were out cold all night! Don’tcha know we’ve got things to be doing? We’re off to hit the largest ranch in the state today, before heading north an’ sellin’ all these cows for a fine profit. O’ course, you won’t be able to stop us, because you’ll be tied up here, dealing with Bessie.”
Texas frowned in confusion, then winced in shock as absolutely repugnant smell reached her nose. From behind her came a set of booming footsteps as something large approached, and Smiling Jacks lifted her boot up just enough so that Texas could turn her head and gasp in horror. Behind her was an utterly colossal cow, easily twice as large as any of the others from the herd, who absolutely REEKED of sweat, dirt and methane, as evidenced by the cloud of flies hovering around her. Currently, she had been backed up so that her outrageously large rear-end was facing the sheriff, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out what was coming next.
“Bessie, sit!” The bunny called with almost manic glee. With a loud moo, the cow allowed herself to topple backwards, and as Texas opened her mouth to scream, the cow smashed down with a loud SQUISH, obliterating everything from her shoulders down beneath its behemoth bulk and leaving the sheriff’s head trapped right between its massive butt cheeks, the focal point of the abominable smell. Texas coughed and gagged in horror, struggling to get free, but the massive cow happily made herself comfortable on top of the sheriff, grinding its gargantuan ass over her and flattening her body more and more into the hot, hard dirt as the cow stared to graze.
“Mmm… just perfect. An’ the best thing about this breed is that the grass in these parts give them the worst gas!” As if to accentuate the point, an ungodly stench suddenly erupted from the cow’s rear, engulfing Texas in the foul cloud, causing her to wail and moan in distress. Jacks just grinned.
“Now, I ain’t heartless, so me an’ my gang are gonna let the sheriff’s station at the next town over know all about this, so they can come an’ save you. O’ course, we’ll be stealin’ all their cattle while they’re away, but I don’t see that as a problem. By my estimation, it should be about four hours for us to get there, and four hours for them to get here, leavin’ you with a nice, relaxin’ eight hour bondin’ experience with Bessie… Then again, I could be wrong about the times an’ it could be much longer, in which case your stay with ol’ Bessie here might become a bit more… permanent, given that you’d probably be her new ass tattoo an’ all. Ah well, what’s life without risks, huh?”
While the sheriff wails and screams beneath the fat, gassy cow’s ass, Smiling Jacks and her gang happily mount up and start galloping away, Jacks briefly giving Texas a cheery wave goodbye before racing off, as Texas’s body was slowly flattened more and more beneath the giant bovine butt. As the sounds of galloping horses faded away, the prairie was left serenely quiet, punctuated only by the occasional cow fart and muffled weasel screams. Texas really hoped those sheriffs had fast horses…
Story (c) Me
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