Annabelle

Inside of the Crushed Weasel, things were going rather pleasantly. Despite having to throw out that drunken bull, the patrons were all getting along, playing cards, plotting Texas's demise and, most importantly, drinking lots. Behind the bar, the huge cow girl owner, Annabelle, smirked to herself as she cleaned out another glass with a rag, or at least smeared the dirt around it so it wasn't so obvious. The peace and quiet were immediately obliterated however, as the door was suddenly opened, with the hypnotized sheriff standing silhouetted in the doorway. Instantly everything stopped. The piano player struck a bad chord, the card players looked up from cheating each other and the plotters suddenly looked up in surprise, not sure if this was a blessing or a curse. The weasel just smiled at everyone, even waving 'Hello!' at them, much to their shock, especially Annabelle. If Texas thinks that being nice in her bar was gonna make things easy for her, she has another thing coming. As Texas walked inside of the bar with a big smile on her, dozens of hands slowly moved to rest on dozens of weapons, but the weasel was unphased, walking up to the bar and looked up at Annabelle, who was at least twice her height and four times her width.

"Tex."

The weasel just smiled at her potential lover, "Hey, Anna! You look amazing as hell!"

Everyone, especially Annabelle, were shock to hear the words come out of the sheriff's mouth as they were unaware that a certain rabbit hypnotized her.

Either way, Annabelle (despite her shock) just continued to glare at the weasel who leftover glass of whisky on the counter and gulped it down in one fiery mouthful, placing the glass upside-down back on the counter.

"I don't know why you're here, Tex," Annabelle finally spoke, "But don't think I've forgotten how you brought me in, weasel. There's still a spot inside my ass-crack with your name on it." She said, turning around and pretending to tidy up the bottles behind the bar, but really just giving the weasel a good long look at her colossal backside, the widest part of her, trapped behind a tight (for her) pair of jeans, but with a visibly filthy sweat stain running straight down where her crack would be, and a foul odour emanating off it.

Unknown to the massive cow, the hypnotized weasel was watching Annabelle's ass sway a bit, already drooling. The real Texas would vomit, this NEW Texas wanted the action!

The cow swatted a few flies absentmindedly with her tail, which also served to waft the stink over to the sheriff, then turned around, surprised to see that the weasel had hearts forming onto her eyes.

"I'm so sorry about that, Anna! That was really selfish of me!" Texas said, having a sad look on her face, surprising Annabelle even further, "I was just trying to be a good sheriff for everyone in Golden Springs! I didn't mean to ruin your life"

Everyone that were present was surprised that the so-called Great Texas was apologizing to Annabelle of all people! The massive cow was just as surprised as the rest or them, but tried to keep her compose.

"W-Well, you should be." Annabelle grunted, trying to act tough"Just because you're sheriff, doesn't give you the right to mess with people's lives"

"And I'm really sorry about that... I'll do anything to prove it to you... ANYTHING!" Texas pleaded, wanting a piece of the massive cow's ass.

The crooks, criminals, thugs and thieves were shock to hear everything that was coming out of the weasel's mouth, especially Annabelle, who almost had a smirk on her face.

"Anything, huh?" The massive cow asked.

The weasel nodded repeatedly, wanting to prove her worth. The only question... Is How?