Annabelle claims her prize! (End)

Annabelle's superior girth and muscle managed to give her in the edge in the fight. She didn't just stand behind the bar all day serving drinks, her arms were toned and broad from unloading and carrying heavy kegs of booze and crates of food to supply the saloon. Plus her bovine body had a ton of weight behind it, literally, so she packed a hell of a punch. When she finally managed to get a solid hit on Roxxie it knocked her right off of her.

"That's what ya get for stadin' between me and mah weasel!" Annabelle shouted and spat on the ground. "Ya never did pay yer damn bar tab anyway..." She grumbled and peeled Texas off of her rear end while the kangaroo was still dazed. With a loud grunt she tossed Roxxie outside the bar, the doors slamming shut behind her. There were cheers from some of her patrons while others cursed, having bet against her and lost.

"Now, why don't we get Sheriff Texas here settled into her new home at the Crushed Weasel!" Texas was still seeing stars from being in the middle of that fight while Annabelle stretched her out brought her up to her massive ass. With a grin she shoved her face directly in her stinking ass crack and ripped a thick beefy fart that inflated her whole body.

BBBBBBBBBBBBBBBRRRRRAAPPPPP!

"Shoot, bit too much air maybe!" She laughed and grabbed hold of Texas's body which started to float up, slowly deflating her by pinching her lips. Once she let out enough of her toxic fart from the weasel's body, she popped back into shape. Despite all that, Abra's spell was still controlling her. Which was a good thing for Annabelle as she had big plans for her...

"So ya were looking for me all along sheriff?! Well ya found me, and my ass!" Smiling Jacks laughed and bounced her heavy bunny buns on Texas's face, who was currently serving as a barstool for the saloon. Texas was showering her smelly, sweat soaked ass with nonstop kisses while inside the irony of it all was killing her, or more likely it was the taste. She had come to the bar to get information on Jacks... only to end up as her ass kissing seat!"Yup, she's gonna be workin' for me here at the saloon, permanently~" Annabelle grinned and poured another mug of cheap beer for the hefty rabbit who was downing them and ripping farts at an alarming speed. "Always knew ya were gonna be apart of The Crushed Weasel sheriff!"

And so Texas was stuck as a willing barstool, serving Annabelle herself and all her favorite patrons and their enormous asses. Her humiliation didn't end there either, the rowdy customers would often tell Texas to do whatever filthy ideas came to their minds. A big favorite was having her make out with the ass of every horse hitched outside the saloon which always served to get everyone in stiches. All the while Texas kept trying to resist in her mind, waiting for a day that would never come.