Texas Agrees To The Proposal.

(Originally by Cheese111)

Whether it was the honeyed words, the kissing or just straight up the mindblowing sex the weasel didn't know. But she knew one thing bitterly well. For all the long-winded rambling the skunk did have a point. Texas felt strangely relaxed against all odds. Even chained to her bed she felt at ease, as though she... trusted her? Lucy, of all people, managed to make her calm down. As reprehensible as she and her business were, the sheriff had to swallow her pride and admit what she was feeling.

"Ah... ah accept. But just for tonight. Tomorrow ah got a deputy to find." She said with a timid voice. Lucy frowned a moment, but let out an exasperated sigh.

"Aaah, there is no stopping your sense of righteousness, is there? Fine, I'll let you chase your little friend tomorrow, but tonight I shall command your attention." She strode towards the chained up weasel confidently. Texas felt a shiver of worry run down her spine as the skunk ran a slender finger down her cheek. Lucy dipped in for another passionate kiss, but she had so much more in mind.

Without breaking their kiss the skunk crawled onto the bed, sitting on all fours and looming over the weasel's chained up body. "Oh, the things I could do..." she murmured, daydreaming about her fantasies. She leaned down ever so slowly, her round belly and large breasts resting atop the weasel. Finally her passionate kiss came to an end and after a seductive wink the skunk let herself flop forward onto the weasel. The sudden increase in weight was offset by the two huge boobs sliding forward and surrounding the weasel's head.

"Ooooh, c'est bon shérif. Just hold still." Lucy moaned, stifling a giggle at the irony of asking the chained up weasel not to move. She could feel her squirming, twisting her head to try and escape. But Lucy's prodigious chest had effortlessly taken the sheriff's head into the depths of her cleavage. She played with her boobs, mashing them around the weasel's head and feeling her resistance fade away.

The smell deep in the skunk's cleavage was uniquely musty, robbing the weasel of her breath. The soft globes were so much more overwhelming up close, pinning down her head between two fuzzy walls. It was hard to think straight for Texas. Not just because of the tight space, but also because she had a hard time grasping what the hell she was feeling. A strong part of her really didn't mind being in this position. She was fighting herself as much as she was fighting off the skunk's affections. The smothering breasts were soft beyond comparison and though they were squeezing her ever so gently, this really wasn't such a bad place to be. Maybe, in spite of how repugnant the skunk usually was, she had a point about being too tense. Maybe for once she could relax a little.

When Lucy finally lifted herself off the weasel there was a loud gasp for air. She just giggled and teased her. "Many have called my assets breathtaking, but none quite so literal as you, Texas. Now just let me do what I do best and ease your mind." The weasel rolled her eyes. It wasn't like she was in a position anymore to stop the amorous skunk. For hours Lucy kissed every part of her, smothered her in adoration and let Texas return the favor by pushing every smelly corner of her body in the weasel's face. She held back just enough to ensure her lover would stay awake, but beyond that she gave her everything in the ways only a romantic like her would.

The next morning the weasel was the first to wake up. After only a few short hours of sleep following their long night of romance she was shocked to feel the shackles missing from her limbs. It would do her little good, as the skunk was still peacefully sleeping on top of her. Lucy's jaw hung open and her morning breath made the weasel's eyes water. She couldn't remember most of what happened last night, but the unsettling sensation that she liked it was very much present. Of all the people in town she didn't expect Lucy to be so enamored with her. Weirder yet was that in spite of her short rest she was feeling immensely well rested. She felt sharp and ready to retrieve April, even if it meant facing off against Molly. Her daydreams were cut short though when the skunk stirred.

"Mmm... That was... something else." She murmured and yawned, slowly sliding herself out of bed and stretching her limbs. The weasel breathed deeply with relief as the skunk's weight shifted off her, following Lucy's example and getting up herself. "So... you're still going after your friend, aren't you?" She asked coyly, hoping last night might've changed the weasel's mind. She knew it was a fool's hope against someone as stubborn as Texas, but there it was.

"Yep, ah can't tarry any longer. But uhm... for what it's worth, this was... nice. Ah'm hoping... maybe we can do it again sometime."

"That is what you agreed on. I do hope you haven't forgotten our... arrangement. It would be a shame if others learned about last night." She said with a sly wink. Texas sighed grimly. She knew this would be part of the whole affair but it still didn't sit right with her to let Lucy have this kind of leverage. She nods to the skunk. "Ah know. Let's hope there's still enough of me left after dealin' with Molly."

"Oh, about that..." Lucy perked up.