Texas in So Much Trouble

“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.

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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.

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.

The End




An amazing picture I had done by the amazing . Looks like Texas managed to tick off exactly the wrong people, and will be learning that lesson for quite some time.

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