Texas Keeps Incina Planted

"Do ya think ah was born yesterday? Ah ain't lettin' go 'till you squeal!" Texas promised, the weasel keeping Incina pinned and uncomfortable, though really the pain was mostly minor.

"And do you think I would really let you ruin what might be our only chance out of here!" Incina snapped back.

Texas's ear flicked at her words, but she didn't let Incina know. After all 'our' could just be Copperbutt and Incina, but the fact it was possibly the 'only chance' seemed to imply there was a window of some kind. "Ah might not technically be a Sheriff no more, but ah'm still a law girl, so ah ain't going to let no criminals escape on my watch," Texas insisted.

Incina wiggled and squirmed, the dragon trying to look over her shoulder and at the weasel who was keeping her planted. "I'm not going to give in! You can do what you like," Incina growled.

"Ah don't need to, ah just gotta stay right here," Texas replied. She lifted her knee, just to roll her backside over to slam onto Incina's back. Incina yelped as she felt the curvy Sheriff's cheeks squashing her back down. "And now ah'm all comfy..."

"Someone is going to come over here eventually, and you shouldn't be here!" Incina growled, but Texas didn't reply this time. "They'll chuck you in with one of the worst inmates here! You know Daffodil is still locked up here?" Incina sputtered. Still Texas didn't reply to her, which had the dragoness gnashing teeth. "You won't best me!"

All Texas had to do was sit there and take a load off. Incina was used to talking her way out of things and yet Texas was giving her nothing to twist and work with, and it was infuriating. After ten minutes of one-sided silence, Incina let out a snarl and tried to roll Texas off, but the Sheriff was quick to stabilise herself by planting her hands and countering it. "Get the hell off of me you insipid weasel! I have places to be right now! BB is not going to-" Incina's tongue suddenly stilled, her eyes widening. "I-I mean Copperbutt is going to-"

"So this is all BB Winterbottom's plan is it? Of course it is... and what's your contribution?" Texas asked, a smug smirk on her face.

"I... you can't..." Incina babbled.

"Let me guess, you used the factory forge to manufacture something?" Texas continued, pressing an obvious weak spot. "What will I find if I search your cell?"

Incina took a deep breath to try and stabilise herself. "I am saying nothing," she snapped.

Texas rolled her eyes. She'd already got what she needed to know. BB Winterbottom was in charge of the plan. And she had a good idea of what kind of thing Incina would be forging. A grappling hook or really anything that could reach up the wall around the ore yard and make use of the sheets Copperbutt had stolen to form a rope. What she didn't know was what BB's contribution to this was. Though one thing was for sure, she couldn't let Incina interfere with her plans. "Sorry, but ah got a breakout to stop," Texas declared, grabbing the back of Incina's head and pulling it back then slamming it against the ground. The dragoness passed out for a moment, giving Texas time to stand up.

A quick search of the area and she found some chains. She was used to a rope lasso, but chains were similar enough as she wrapped them around Incina's legs and arms, hogtieing her up. Then she just pushed her into a corner, leaving her to wake up at a later time. For now she had to find BB Winterbottom and get to the bottom of this!