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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

BANG!!

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.

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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…

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Story (c) Me
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Description

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

BANG!!

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.

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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…

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