Bella gave the weakened Tammy a kick to the snout, stunning her with the sweaty rotteness that exuded from Moxie's socks, which were still wrapped around her feet. The odor hit with such ferocity that Tammy stumbled and fell forward, which was exactly what Bella was hoping for. She turned and fell to her fatty knees, with her feet upturned behind her, forming a perfect "pillow" for Tammy to fall down on. The horse's nostrils fell on the socky bedding and before she could struggle up Bella sat her fat ass onto her face, so that her muzzle was perfectly tucked into her asscrack.
Tammy struggled against the double dosage of foul funks, but eventually all she could do was lay there and take the smell of deadly foxfarts from above and the wafting cheesy odor of mousetoes from below. The odors quickly drained her remaining lifebar, making her flash red and yellow to signify her defeat.
Bella stood up off of her and let Tammy clamor to her feet, dizzied and completely defeated. From there the vixen turned her tubby butt towards her, lifted her tail and blew out one last fart that tipped the mare over. She hit the pavement and cried out as a few hundred bucks and a six pack of beer fell out of her. The entire landscape changed in an instant to reflect that the area had been conquered by the Stink Sisters.
Bella, being the greedy fat bitch she is, scooped up the dough and then chugged each of the beers, one after another. With a triumphant belch, she felt the power of the Cowgirl's special brew bubble up inside her
NEW SKILL
Piss Pump!
She put one finger just above her panties (her jeans were too small for her, so that the fly was already undone). She took aim and demonstrated the new power by sniping a stop sign with a stream of stinking urine so strong it bent the sign in the corner.
Now with this power, Bella was MORE than ready for a brawl or two. In fact she wouldn't mind using a few of Tammy's stragglers in her bar as target practice for a piss shooting gallery. Otherwise it looks like the only way to head now was to the bridge. She'd cross it on foot and be in the next gang's territory...
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