Chair for an hour

"Don't look so nervous, Texas. I just need a bit of help running the place, that's all. You don't even have to stay for long. I just need about an hour of your time, maybe even two" Annabelle said as she crossed her thick arms.

Needless to say, Texas was very incredulous. After making such a fuss over having her saloon besmirched, all of a sudden Annabelle was willing to settle the matter by having her perform some chores? Granted, having to perform menial labour in such a hostile environment while surrounded by drunken hooligans was an unpleasant thought to be sure. At least then, she could potentially rely on Annabelle to keep them from getting to handsy with her. As much as they liked to torment her, they knew better than to overstep their bounds when it kept to the hostess.

"Alright, fine. What do ya want me t'do?" Texas grumbled as she stood to her feet and brushed herself off. Over at the counter, Isabelle had finished her meal and had started towards the exit, pausing just as she was passing the sheriff.

"I'll be outside" she whispered with a wink before departing. Texas watched her walk away, though she couldn't help note something interesting. As the sheep approached the door, a particularly bold bull attempted to meet her halfway, most likely intending to flirt if the lecherous smile on his face was anything to go by. Texas couldn't make out what was being said between the two of them but she could see that man's face gradually sobering up, his drunken smile waning as he stared down at the sheep. Whatever Isabelle said, it was enough to rattle the large man enough to make the man literally twice her size stagger out of the way as Isabelle continued towards the saloon doors.

She was so intrigued by the bizarre sight that she didn't notice Annabelle's shadow looming over her until the cow's massive hand snatched her up by her entire head. "Come on, let's get you set up. My feet are startin' to hurt"

Texas struggled against her iron grip, her legs kicking feebly as she tried to pry her head free. Annabelle paid no mind to her squirming as she walked back around the counter. Using her free hand, she reached down and grabbed a pair of shackles that had been chained directly beneath the countertop. The bovine quickly dropped the weasel behind her and fashioned the shackles onto her wrists before she could offer any protest.

"W-what the hell!? Ah thought you said ah'd be helpin ya run the place!" Texas cried as she tugged at the tight bindings.

"You are helping me. I've been on my feet for hours and I need a break. With you here, I can finally take a load off!" Annabelle chuckled as she hiked up the back of her dress. Texas's eyes went as wide as dinner plates as she was greeted with a metric ton of naked cow ass. At that point, she began pulling at the chains in desperation, her bravado leaving her as she pleaded the cow for mercy.

"Please, not that! Anything but that! A-a-ah'll wax your w-windows! Ah'll fix the floorboards! I'll clean the bathrooms fer a month, anything but THAT!" she cried as Annabelle's gigantic sweaty butt loomed over her.

"Quit being such a baby" Annabelle said, rolling her eyes "I'm only gonna have ya back there for an hour... maybe an hour thirty. That's what me and Isabelle agreed on"

Texas began to blubber out another impassioned plea but her screaming was soon silenced as her most of her upper body was completely buried in an avalanche of ass fat. Her eyes watered, both from the dank musky stench of Annabelle's crack and from the tremendous toll her arms and shoulders were taking as she was **** **** to endure the cow's tremendous bulk.

"Damn, I could get used to this..." Annabelle sighed as she wiggled her hips, her body shivering as the sheriff's muzzle scratched the inside of her crack. She looked over at her snickering patrons and shoot them a glare to make them mind their business. This was HER time to enjoy herself, not theirs. Her only regret was that she had to honor her deal with Isabelle and let the lawman go afterward. The last thing she needed was to make enemies with someone like that...

"Thank goodness you're alright, Miss Texas! I was starting to think she had gone back on her word!" Isabelle cried. Texas simply grunted in response, her posture slouched and her eyes haggard. True to her word, Annabelle had only kept her in that position for an hour... though that wasn't saying much. An hour buried in Annabelle's ass was enough to make even the toughest man crack. Texas managed to power on through, though not without taking a considerable toll on her body and mental state. She couldn't even muster the energy needed to yell at the Isabelle for putting her in that position in the first place. She said nothing as the sheep grabbed onto her arm and pulled her away from the saloon, her fingers kneading soothingly into the sheriff's weakened muscles.

"You've been through so much today because of me... I think it's only right that I return the favor~" she said with a bright smile. She glanced back at The Crushed Weasel, her smile widening as she caught Annabelle poking her head out to watch them leave.

"Thank you kindly for the food! I'll be sure to tell everyone at home all about it!" she called.

Annabelle grimaced slightly as she was addressed. The sheep's sweet act was incredibly convincing, even fooling a hardened criminal like her, but Annabelle was made fully aware to the sheep's true nature. The deal they had cut did indeed save the sheriff, though the fate awaiting her arguably much worse...