Tackle Her! (End)

For once, her foe was a reasonable size. She had the option, so she’d do it. Tex stepped out from her hiding spot, right in front of the shocked bandit. “I gotcha!” She yelled, adrenaline pumping. Leaping forward, she wrapped her arms around Marian’s fat gut, before crashing her into one of the gold piles.

“Tex!?” The lioness cried out, getting the wind knocked out of her, as she crashed her back into the gold, jostling the neatly stacked bullion.

All was going well for Tex, until she noticed the top bars were tilting. The fat bandit had toppled the center of the pile, and it was now collapsing. Tex cried out, as the hefty bars crashed down onto both of them.

Marian grunted, now sporting a few bruises from heavy gold bars dropping down on her. Thankfully, most of them hit Tex first. She rubbed her head, growling, before shoving her off. Marian gasped. She was abnormally heavy, and when she hit the ground, a loud clang sounded. “Oh?” Immediately, the lioness’ ears perked.

She got up, showing some bars aside, and struck a match, lighting the lamp and illuminating the room. Her eyes predatorily lit up when she got a good view of the weasel. “Well well, Tex. You’re looking a bit square…”

“Can it, ya varmint! I’ll get you!” The sheriff tried to get up, but she found it very hard to stand up. Two strange rectangular boxes were jutting out of her stomach at odd angles. Confused, she noticed the many brick-like gold bars scattered around. Oh no… had she really… had it happened during the tackle?

“That ain’t gonna happen. Not while there’s a hundred pounds of pure gold in ya.” She laughed at her, flicking her nose like a schoolyard bully. “You’re ridiculous...”

Tex’s cheeks flushed. “Once I’m back on my feet, I’ll get you for this!” She groaned, trying to slowly and cautiously get to her feet. Every inch was a struggle.

“Doubt it.” She took off Tex’s hat, and put it on herself. Sunlight shone through the loose door, not a second later. “Ah. Well. Looks like time’s up…” Whistling nonchalantly, Marian moved a few loose bars to the door.

“You got no carriage! How are ya gonna steal all this?!” She retorted, a bit nervous. She was precariously back on her feet.

“Oh, I never came for all of it, sheriff. Like I said. Just enough to get by for awhile.” Then she frowned. “But you’ve done and made it personal, sheriff. And I won’t soon forget it.”

She stamped over to the weighted down sheriff, pressing a finger to her forehead. With the added ****, Tex slipped, and fell back on her rear. “Hope your golden meal was tasty, because here comes the chaser.” She pulled out a stick of dynamite, and lit it with a match.

The sheriff’s eyes shrank to dots. “Are you crazy, you’re gonna blow up the whole train!”

“Nah, just gonna be blowing up you. And I got what I came for. Who cares what happens to the car?” She grabbed the weasel’s nose, tugging her mouth open like a trash can, before tossing in the explosive. “Ever wondered how it feels to be a gold mine?”

Tex gulped it down, trembling. The fizzling sound of the fuse sounded dully out from her stomach. “Marian! Ya can’t do this to me!”

Marian took a few steps back. “Then stop me.”

Tex glared daggers at her. True to Marian’s words, there was nothing she could do. She tried to hack it back up, but the heavy gold made that impossible. “Ngh… cmon… no… No!” She strained, as her stomach fell silent. Whimpering, she covered her ears.

BOOOOOMMM!!!!

The charged powder exploded inside the sheriff, releasing an immense amount of ****. And all the **** had no way to escape the tight confines of the fit weasel’s body. As a result, the shapely weasel rounded out into a blimp in a second. The walls and roof of the car were reduced to splinters as the sheriff expanded. But that was only the beginning. Though they had cleared the tunnel, they were still in a ravine, and with Tex becoming as wide around as the boxcar, she quickly found herself lodged in between them. The next traincar back smashed right into her ballooned rear, bouncing her upwards.

Now lodged up and free from the train, the cars passed harmlessly under her. The last thing she saw was Marian waving Tex’s own hat in a circle, crying yeehaw to the skies as she mocked her and vanished into the distance. Tex was not quite dead. But it would be awhile before anyone found her, and it would be a lot of explaining as to how such a humiliating defeat had been managed.

Even with Tex on top of the situation, she merely ended up as the first one to get hit.