Through the dungeon tunnel

There was no way Slab could climb a window, not with how fat her butt had gotten the last couple of months, and she didn't want to risk getting put to work by a low life servant, so she chose to go through the underground tunnel, to reach the underground dungeon, then when inside climb each and every level until she reaches the top.

The raccoon girl didn't go right away though, she waited when it was dark so no-one could accidentally see her shoving her fat butt in a hole, then began crawling through the incredibly small tunnel. Her hefty tits and fat wobbly rear did prove difficulty to Slab in going through the tunnel, though she did somehow manage to not get stuck and reach its end.

With a few groans and annoyed mumbles, Slab managed to pull her ass out of the tunnel and examine where she ended up. As expected, she was inside the castle underground dungeon, though she didn't expect it to be so filled with prisoners, almost every cell had someone whimpering or crying at her for help. Thankfully no one screamed at her to grab the guards attention.

Carefully walking through the almost dark hallway of the dungeon, passing multiple cages of prisoners, Slab reached a wooden door that could lead her to an upper level. But she soon finds out that the door is completely locked, and that she needs a key to advance forward. Cursing under her breath, the lady raccoon began wandering the huge long hallway of the dungeon, to find anything that could help her. Eventually, the hallway she chose to go through split in two different ways. On each end of the hallway, there was a male canine guard minding their own business. While one was dressed more adequately than the other, both seemed to have a set of keys wrapped on their belts. Slab needed only one key to leave the dungeon, which meant she had to approach either of the two guards.

On the left hallway, there was an older male St. Bernard sitting on a wooden chair, barely able to keep his eyes open. He was incredibly tall and quite fat, he was wearing some thin brown clothes that somehow looked too large, and a big axe right next to his feet. If Slab is careful enough, she could take the keys off him and leave, before he even realises it. But if he spots her, she doubts she'll be able to overpower such a behemoth.

On the right hallway, there was a young male Husky, wearing a silver set of armour, reclined against a wall, with a small book on his hands. His fur was white with a mixture of light gray, and he seemed very well groomed, unlike the other guard, yet he didn't seem to have any weapons on him, nor did he have any pockets to hide one. The young Husky seemed just barely taller than Slab, an inch or two, though with a thin body, and resemblance of ever eating somebody, yet looks can be deceiving. He was fully awake, and would more than surely notice Slab approaching, especially since there was nowhere for her to hide behind, leaving her no choice but to fight him, if she chooses to approach him.

Slab, the fat ass raccoon didn't like to wait, especially when she's in hostile territory.