“...Under Arrest!”

The lioness’ eyes widened. “For a prank? Sheriff, I’ve heard of your escapades. You’ve survived some pretty nasty things. Surely you’ve endured and lived through worse than a hand covered in soot, right?”

“Doesn’t matter. You should’ve thought of that before pulling something like this. Maybe a day behind bars will wake you up…” She got behind her, pulling out her handcuffs.

“Oh, I’m sure that’ll make me see the error of my ways…” came Marian’s sarcastic reply. Her lips curled into a grin. “Or, I can just blow myself out of there when you aren’t looking. Along with anyone else in there.”

“Good thing I’m confiscating all your weapons then…” She retorted. She tugged off the lion’s cloak, revealing a bandoleer loaded with explosive devices. The sheriff’s ears lowered a bit, and she gingerly slid it off. The belt fell to the ground with a useless thud, leaving her in long johns and work pants. “That all?”

“Yeah. ...heh. Well, except for the one I keep in my undergarments. ...just in case.” She snickered, looking over her shoulder.

The sheriff rolled her eyes. Why was everyone who came here so gross? She sighed and pulled back her pants. Then her underwear. She narrowed her eyes and looked around. Aside from a fat lion ass, there wasn’t anything of note. The familiar sight of a fat female rear, though, certainly evoked bad memories.

Her fears were confirmed when a gurgle sounded just above her waistline. Marian smirked. “Something the matter, sheriff?” Texas tried to get away, but it was too late.

BFFFFFRRRRRRTTTTTT!!!!

A powerful burst of condensed lion fumes blasted the weasel’s face, causing her to let out a cough. Seizing the opportunity, she leapt back a bit. Tex’s eyes shrank to dots, before her vision was eclipsed by lion butt. Not a second later, it crashed down to earth with her under it!

FRRRRRAAAAAAATTTT!!!

Marian let out another rank blast in her face, letting out a yawn. “Sorry. Haven’t been eating too well these past few… months.” The sheriff squirmed under her rump, cursing into her butt flesh, her words unintelligible. Grunting herself, the lion reached back with her cuffed hands, fumbling with the sheriff’s keys. It didn’t take long for her to free herself, rubbing her wrists. “Sheesh, no leniency, eh? Guess I can’t blame you.”

With a smirk, she turned the handcuffs on their owner, binding the sheriff’s hands behind her back. The sheriff spat at her. “Let me go! You can’t do this!”

“Pssh. Relax, Calamity Jane, I’m not heartless.” The lioness grabbed the sheriff’s rope, and bound her maw shut. “I just need you out of the way for a bit. Nothing personal, right?” Lifting a hand, she gave the weasel a spank! Causing her to fall forward. She stopped inches from the ground, suspended by her captor clutching those cuffs tightly.

“Guess I should’ve mentioned earlier, my most powerful bomb is between my cheeks, eh? Can’t believe you fell for that…” She dragged her along, until she stumbled across an abandoned pump. “Really thought you’d have learned by now…”

Tex was spitting mad! But there was nothing she could do. With a grunt, Marian lifted her up, and slid the cuffs over the neck of the spigot, effectively chaining her to it. The lioness towered over her, and she couldn’t help but shy away as her stomach gurgled again. The lioness leaned in, and pulled the sheriff’s hat over her eyes. Tex braced herself, ready for pain.

“...Welp. It’s been real, sheriff. See you around. Again, no hard feelings.” She turned to leave. Tex could hear the footsteps fading as she walked away.

Despite the terrible defeat, Tex let out a sigh of relief. She fought the loony lioness and lost, sure, but she didn’t get blown up. And even better yet, she had only been mildly gassed. Things could have been worse. But she couldn’t help but wonder, what was Marian the Mad Bomber up to? Why had she come here? And...