Ali, the raccoon ragamuffin

A solid twenty minutes passed with Texas by her lonesome. She didn’t make all that much progress getting herself back to form, her body to mashed and flattened to be much use on her own, only managing to get her neck and head unstuck, but didn’t get much farther than that till her doors were thrown open again. Clementine’s fat form lumbered through the door, her girth blocking it the frame completely as a hushed, alien voice whispered from behind her, she actually did it, she got some help!

“Missy Sheriff! I’m back! I got us a real toughy too! Hav a look!” Clementine smiled, walking to the side to reveal....Ali. The massive, grinning raccoon swooned in, despite being just as tall and having hips and a ass that was almost as large as Roxxie’s, her girth was more a river as she tiptoed across the usually loose floorboards with grace, not making a sound as her long ringed tail flowing across the air like a streamer, her long greasy black hair dancing alongside it. She was even more modestly dressed than Clucknoggin, sporting tattered, poorly fit jeans, a sweaty tan brown shirt, peppered with unknown stains only offset by the leather satchels fastened to her sides.

“Hey Texxie! Heard ya needed some tough toots to get that there April back!” She smiled, looking down at the sheriff with a cocky grin, fully aware she was NOT who she wanted to come to help out.

Ali was a unique player in the criminal ecosystem of Gold Springs’ sorted nest of villainy. Her story being sadder than most, orphaned at age 12 when her parents, a band of wandering bank robbers, made it big in Gold Springs and left their child for dead after she nearly ratted on them unknowingly when Texas’ mother questioned her. No where to go Ali became a notable street urchin, a hustler and schemer who had herself arrested on more than a dozen occasions, getting out through both sympathy and her own natural talents for breaking and entering.

As the years went by and her body swelled, so too did her bravery. She was always resentful of the truly criminal enterprises of the town, reminding her too much of her parents, and made a name robbing them and always getting out alive and then none the wiser. Sure she tried to swindle and rob the average joe just as much, but she was no friend of Annabelle, Mayor Vivian, or Smiling Jacks.

“What do _you want _Ali? Come to laugh and take my stuff while I’m stuck as a pancake?” Texas spat, having never liked Ali since they were little girls, having never inherited her mother’s sympathy for the rogue raccoon that let her roam free and develop her talents to the immense annoyance she was today.

“No no, Texxie! I’m here honest and true to help out! Clem here tells me your little gal April got caught by Jacks? Right? And you’d need help to get her back? Right?” Ali smiled, stained teeth shimmering in the light as she squatted down to Texas’ level, a noticeable chunk of flabby cleavage exposed, showing off Ali’s well placed twin revolvers, both nestled deep in her plentiful boob meat. A gesture that she was trusting Texas with the knowledge of her aces up her...clev.

“...right.” Texas groaned, looking away as she began to rationalize what the shifty character in front of her had planned with trying to get on her good side.

“Right! And I need help there too! I’ve been meaning to pay that spiteful little rabbit a visit for awhile now! But she’s beefed up her security since last I...borrowed from her coffers. So when Clem told me what you got brewing I figured, hey! Why not mix some pleasure with business! I help get your little deputy out of there, bust up some bunnies, and save the day all hero like, and you turn the other way while I help myself to scraps! What do ya, partner? Ready to bury the hatched?” Ali proposed, holding out a hand to Texas to shake, before quickly realizing the weasel was still a smashed up pancake.

“Oh...right. Here I’ll sweeten the pot! Let’s get you fixed up!” Ali grinned, grabbing Texas’ thin neck between her bulbous fingers and, with a sharp lurch, gently angled her to her bulbous backside. The twin, furry cheeks were great beasts of blubber, both barely held right by a the frayed jeans, fat and sweat leaking out like a overflowing well. With surprising care, Ali angled the sheriff right between the cavern of her ass crack, the flab tightly backed in fabric but still stinking of rotten veggies and meat that made the Texas gag despite being branded in Clementines stink.

“Now open up Tex! Time to blow you back into shape!” She warned, her other hand suddenly assaulting from the side, grabbing Texas’s small head and forcing her mouth open, allowing the “fix” to enter her without resistance...

BBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRRRRPPPPPHHHTTTTTTTT!!!!

A war hammer of gas road right into Texas’ mouth, the fetid, broiling gas rocketing through her lungs and suddenly expanding her right back into shape. All the while Texas felt as if burning garbage was **** fed into her, the smell of sun baked, moldy cheese and rotten fish heads sent her eyes into waterworks, her tongue stained with the taste as she spat out shit particles that followed the fart through her gullet. Barely hanging on as the massive raccoon raised her back up, smile still flashing as she looked as the sheriff eye to eye, Clementine right behind her, shaking her head with approval.

“So, we got a posse or what, partner?”