Hilda The Yak

Large footsteps echoed across the ring, making the weasel jumped in shock over what she was gonna be facing off. Up ahead was the largest yak she has ever seen. She wore two metal plates covering her rather large titties, though it hardly covered to expose her rack.

Her brown fur made her more thicker than how she looked in appearance, her ass the size of a planet that could easily obliterate her in an instant. She wore a light beige skirt with many different kinds of fabric stitched together with a brown belt with a silver buckle on the front that barely covers her butt.

"Ooh...Little weasel, eh? Little chew toy for me to crush!" Hilda giggled, almost sinisterly before rubbing her butt. "They call me Hilda...I run a nearby milk farm that's all popular from where I'm from! I'm opening a business right around near Gold Springs, but I come here to help hone my strength...Now I come here to make little weasel cry like little kitten!"

Texas gulped, narrowing her eyes to get a better stand against her but she knew that with her size, she could instantly lose if crushed anywhere. She kept her gaze upwards to meet her face-view, her fur covering her eyesight so maybe there's a chance that maybe she couldn't see her properly.

"...Are you looking at my breasts?" Hilda questioned, looking down with a sly smile before squishing them closer to give Texas a closer look. "These breasts are more than just good looks...You'll see in our match...Now be prepared little weasel!"

Texas grew befuddled, seeing her move her breasts around like they were small toys. What else could those breasts be used other than squishing?

Soon, the bell rang and the crowd started cheering, each hoping that they would crush the little weasel jobber that entered the circuit.

Texas gritted her teeth and quickly ran away to evade her.

"Where you going? We're here to play!" Hilda laughed, getting on all four and charged like a stampeding bull. Texas looks back and yelps, seeing her coming straight for her!