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Chapter 5 by The Duke of Id The Duke of Id

What does Texas use to stop the Ursine Sisters?

Revolver! (End)

This was a life-or-**** situation, wasn't it!?

Texas drew her revolver to have its cannon aim towards the bear woman, reaching into the holster she'd placed the gun in whilst running. By the time she'd aimed the cannon upwards the bearwoman had gracefully taken a few, quick, quaking steps towards the weaselwoman and placed a thick, catcher's glove-sized hand onto the top of the sheriff's revolver! BANG! PLA! The gunshots went off but the 7-foot tall bear woman was already next to her, pushing the aim of the gun away from herself and her sister coming into the fenced-in back yard expertly! "What are y--mpphh!!!" Clack-ack...! The bearwoman swiftly got further closer then leaned down a little and draped her thick, wobbly, muscle-cored upper arm around the comparatively tiny weasel's head, surprising the sheriff and managing to have her drop her gun! Texas' body thrashed and kicked as she was caught in a one-armed lock around her head that simply put her muzzle and nose smushed against the musky armpit. Suhi stood up to full height, lifting the smaller fighter with her as she kept her head locked under her armpit, Texas' hands desperately Plapplapplap...! Slapp plap, clapclapclapping uselessly against the beefy arm that kept her locked in place. "MMMmmm! Mmmm...!!"

Even as Texas' tirade continued, Suhi turned to Imala, biting her lower lip at how very easily they could keep the weasel against her will! "My, but trying to shoot me and you...? That's a bit ****, don't you think?" Suhi asked Imala, as she shrugged. "Well, we've won now, sister. Through our superior martial arts, we have won over our opponent... Ursine Victory Dance...?"

The other tribal bear woman grinned. "Ursine Victory Dance." Suhi responded. "Mmmhmm hmmm hhm hmm hmmm hm--!?" Texas tried to follow the conversation outside. Imala took off her top and her bottom clothing, leaving her naked, bare boobs idly swinging to and fro as she moved to toss away her clothing while in the fenced-in yard as Imala undid her bottoms with one arm, the other keeping Texas in check underpit. Plapplaplaplplap...! "MMMmfff...! MMmmfff...!"

Then, she'd be allowed to breathe for a second when she felt a slim wall of furry leather push against her own weasel belly, pressing between both Imala and her sister as Suhi raised her arm to allow Texas' entire body to pull her head forward and between the bear women's bodies. "--gahhha! Stop! Pleaaasssss...ppphhhhbbtbtbtbtb...!" Texas' mouth was **** to raspberry as her body was pushed tightly between Imala and Suhi to the point that the air was pushed out of her, her eyes looking bug-eyed once more as her head tautened and blimped outwards from between the four she-bear tits being pressed together. Then, as Imala and Suhi pushed their fronts together against one another, Suhi would arch her back a little to take off her top over her head while Texas' lower body was kept pinned between both thick, strong bellies. "Pluuussshhh.... lhhheeeet mmmmhhhheeee ggghhhoo...!"

Texas' crumpled body slowly peeled backwards, her head peeling back against the space between her own shoulderblades, her disheveled braided hair hanging downwards from Imala before plap. Both Imala's and Suhi's naked tits and bellies smushed together now they were both completely naked. Texas' body disappeared between them. Imala and Suhi frowned, then nodded... then parted from one another!

"Hoo! Ho ha hi! Hoo! Ho ha hi!" Both Imala and Suhi chanted in unison, Imala currently alone as she stepped to her side while bouncing on her ankles and her knees, forcing her tits to nod and swing, clapping every now and then as she danced this way. Suhi, meantime, was not alone as she danced: splayed across her torso was Texas' flattened body who seemed to be dancing the most of the three of them! Because as Suhi did the same dance routine, bouncing on her ankles and knees as she stepped left and right for the dance routine, Texas' flattened head which was smeared across Suhi's tits nodded and danced with her! Swinging her head, nodding and jostling with her head, her head following every single swing of her tits! Her body shimmied and shook along the fat bear's naked belly, which jostled and nodded up and down as well to make Texas a very comical sheriff sticker stuck to Suhi's body as she danced.

Then, after five steps to the left side, Suhi stepped to the right as Imala stepped to the left five times again.

"Hoo! Ho ha hi! Hoo! Ho ha hi!" The sheriff's wide-splayed, yellow eyes looked to Imala's wobbling tits, her silent navel which aimed up at her as those dark-brown nipples swung in circles in front of her as she and her sister danced in front of one another. "MMmm-mm-mm...! Mm- mmn- nh--!" Plap-clap! "Hooooo-o!" Both the bear women belly bumped each other, smacking their prey in the middle flatter and... now sticking her humiliatingly staring into Imala's body, only Texas' back of her body now visible as Imala continued the dance once again to the right and away from her sister. The back of Texas' hair swung along Imala's body left and right as she danced, Texas' flat ass plates nod-nod-nodding with the bear sister's movements!

"HHhhoooo....!" Both bear women looked to each other, then ran at one another and body-slammed each other mid-jump, CLOP-PLAP! landing and looking amidst them to see who their pray would stick with!

Texas' body was a wide smear along Imala's belly, her plate asses and her face firmly wedged around/below Imala's tits like a sort of tan skin-tight dress. "MMmmmmmnnn...! MMmm...!" Imala giggled and began to dress herself back up, putting her tribal articles of clothing over her living sticker weasel sheriff. "Hehehe, you win this time, Imala...~!" Texas couldn't even see where she was being taken as both of the ursine sisters left the backyard of the office building.

"Boss! We found the sheriff! Can we keep her...!?" Texas Stanton's flattened body clung to Imala's jiggling, shaking body as she ran back to the gang, swinging and nodding intermittently while her face was utterly buried in Imala's chest. And she couldn't do anything about it!

(The End!)

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