She doesn't get the chance (Bonnie to the Rescue)

"And what do we have here~?" A loud voice boomed from above, one that Texas knew all too well. The weasel looked up at the blue sky through the pit's entrance, only for many white fluffy tendrils to begin snaking their way down. Instantly the two sheep on her backed off, delving into the shadows. "Ah keep telling The Heard, no playin' with maids on their first days." Bonnie-Joe sighed, lifting Texas up and out of the pit with her woolen tendrils. Carefully, she pulled at Tex's body, stretching her in places like taffy or gum, trying to get her shape back.

When she did, the Sheriff glared up at her. "Drop the buddy-buddy voice, Bonnie! Ah'm takin' you in!" Texas said, raising up her fists. However, she lowered them at the sight of Bonnie beginning to snicker at her pathetic attempts at looking threatening. Seeming to ignore the sheriff, the sheep turned and started walking, some of her hair-wool extending down to grab Texas around the neck, leading her like a dog on a collar.

"Welcome Sheriff, to mah humble lands... the Mesa of Fashion!" Bonnie-Joe cheered, leading Texas through the maid town and to the fence surrounding the edge. "Feel free to jump down if ya feel like breakin' somethin', Sugar!" Bonnie said, reaching back and pulling Texas up, holding the Sheriff under her arms to give her a taste of her musk. "Or stay and live a wonderful life as one of my lovely lil' maids!"

Texas was shocked at what she saw when Bonnie brought her close. Past the fence, which was far too tall to climb over, there was about six feet of space remaining before the Mesa they were on dropped. Scrambling quickly, Tex rushed out of the gate, careful to not make her collar tug on her, and looked down. Easily the fall would flatten her if she tried to jump down, she was just too high up... and there was no telling what rotten folk may come along and take her for some fun, or if the winds may bury her in the sands before anyone finds her... it was such a dangerous risk... but there was a ladder nearby.

"Jump down? What about that darn thin over there, Bonnie!?" Texas asked, jabbing a finger at the ladder, making the sheep, once again, giggle.

"That ladder there is woven from my very own wool dear, and as such, if you try touchin' it without mah permission, you'll be fallin' through it!" She said, Texas blinking at what seemed to be an impossible claim. Before she could retort, however, Bonnie was tugging her along, back into the village. "Now, this here Mesa is mah land, Little Miss Sheriff Pants~" Bonnie taunted, making Tex go red with anger. "No matter what hon, all of my maids break eventually, it's just a matter of when. No matter how strong their will. You're expected to care for yer duties, and obey myself and The Heard. Of course, higher rankin' maids might give ya orders, but if you work yer way up the ladder, ya might just get to give some of yer own!" Bonnie offered, earning a growl in response.

"Ah ain't workin' for some lyin' scoundrel! Ah'm the town's sheriff, and ya can't keep me here!" Texas insisted, gasping as Bonnie quickly proved her wrong. One hard tug brought Texas to her knees, and before she could get up, a large weight pressed into her back.

"Well of course not sheriff!" Bonnie said, giving a bit of a bounce, grinning down at her new favorite maid. She'd have fun breaking Texas. "I don't have ta make you stay... you already want to..." She said, giving a much more malicious giggle than before. Her voice felt like sludge, pouring into Texas' ears and coating her brain with a thick slimy membrane that kept her stuck, as if she'd been dunked in a pig pen from the waist down, primed for anyone to use as a stool.

"A-Ah... Ah don't... wanna... s...sta... Ah don' wanna l-leave..." Texas said, struggling to form words. "A-Ah... w-what the heck is g-goin'... goin' on here... ye big butted... v-varmint?" She demanded, unable to even think of wanting to leave!

"Mhmhmhm... That's right, Ah didn't tell ya like Ah promised~" Bonnie said, standing up for a moment before dropping back down, Texas' arms starting to condense and flatten out as Bonnie's weight bore down on her. "Ya see, Sheriff... mah Crimson Abyss eye was one of the few things Ah was given in a deal with a devil. One hundred percent..." Bonnie started to rub her butt back and forth, giving a hard shove left or right at each syllable. "Gen-you-ine de-mon deal! In exchange for a buncha fashion tips and sellin' those suckers clothing every 6th of the month, Ah get a hypnotic eye that nobody can resist! However, it's mighty drainin' on me... even those few seconds on you plum tired me out!" Bonnie admitted, turning to straddle Texas's back, allowing her to clench her thighs on the former sheriff's sides, slowly squeezing her abdomen, making her clench her eyes and whine in pain.

"Now, ah wasn't stupid. Ah got more than just a power that'd make me sleepier than... well... than you when you were brainlessly walkin' under mah dress last night!" Bonnie said, giving a harder squeeze to Tex, making her buckle slightly, getting closer to the dirt. "Any spiral Ah see, Ah can make it magically hypnotic... just like this!" She said, forcing Texas' head towards the dirt and using a cloth tendril to make a spiral. Within seconds of looking at something that wasn't even moving, Texas grew weaker, Bonnie even closer to the ground. "And, when on mah Mesa here, anything Ah say can be laced with hypnotic power, Sheriff. An-ny-thing!" Bonnie reiterated, driving her point home by grinding her butt harder onto Texas before standing up and brushing away the spiral the Weasel was so entranced with.

"Now... ya'll better behave while Ah'm gone... Ah got a big sale to make, and when Ah get back, we'll have alotta fun, Sheriff... or Ah'll putcha in a hell far worse than the residence of the demons who granted me mah powers~" Bonnie warned, grunting as she jumped up into the air, shouting down at Texas. "Get a bit smaller!"

"W-Wait-" Texas gasped, unable to think straight as the world around her got bigger. With as powerful as Bonnie's hypnosis was on her mesa, Texas' body listened to the order, growing small enough to be encompassed by just one of Bonnie's mighty ass cheeks. Only a foot off of her height, but that was more than enough for her to go SPLAT!

When Bonnie hit the ground, Texas was flattened. With a big of grinding under a sweaty, musky sheep butt, the Sheriff would have a hard time pulling herself together, even after Bonnie's weight subsided, and the sheep traveled out of the village gates and to her ladder. She wanted to give the Sheriff some leeway... less time being three dimensional would mean less time she could cause trouble... right?