When April woke up, she was wet, cold, and still buried under a pile of laundry. Before she could process all this however, the dryer she had been dumped in started to spin to life, whirring the poor fox girl around like a centrifuge, all while blasting her with hot air. April screamed with terror as she was flung around with the rest of the now-clean laundry and dried out, but with a stroke of luck, she managed to kick the door open from the inside and was flung out onto the cold stone floor, landing with a thud. Slowly, the fox pushed herself to her feet, groaning from the thoroughly unpleasant experience she had just gone through.
"O-ok... Not the best start... but I'm in now! And... kinda clean. I've still got a chance of finding Tex..." The fox shook herself off, took a deep breath, then began to sneak back up to the house, climbing the wooden stairs from the basement to an old, rickety door, which rested slightly ajar. April peered through the gap, and just barely stifled a gasp at what she saw.
Beyond the door was Roxxie's living room, which was dominated by two large chairs, currently filled by Roxxie and Georgia. However, what had made her gasp was the sight of the tiny weasel hand sticking out from beneath the oversized kangaroo's ass, occasionally giving a weak twitch to show she was still alive.
"Ha! Of all the bodies in the west, Tex, yours is the most fun to crush into a pulp!" Roxxie laughed, bouncing in her chair and clearly enjoying the loud squishing noises that came from beneath.
"And when I become sheriff, she's yours permanently." Georgia said with a grin. "My first act of office will be to close the case on the whereabouts of that weasel, and my second will be to appoint her deputy to my ass! No-one will ever come looking for either of them."
Behind the door, April gulped fearfully. If she didn't do something, Texas could be crushed into a permanent tattoo on Roxxie's ass... but those two were some of the toughest fighters in the west. If April went in guns blazing, she wasn't sure she could win. April placed her hand on her gun and took a deep breath. She had to figure out what to do...
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