Make A Break For It!

(Originally by Cheese111)

Seeing Molly's mooks skittering in the shadows around her exit and the fat rat blocking off the only other route out of this alley was too much. If push came to shove Texas could probably deal with Molly in a one-on-one scenario. Similarly she'd be able to fight off a decent number of her minions. But together they were too much. She had to get out of there. The sheriff took another step back and Molly advanced again, swiping a hand at her foe. The weasel dodged, but the rat's small claws managed to nick her cheek. She gave the sheriff a big, toothy smile as Texas looked around nervously.

The fat rat nearly filled the width of the alleyway. Sneaking past her would almost certainly get the sheriff crushed between her massive pudgy thighs and a wall. The only way left was past her mooks. It was better than nothing. Not wanting to dodge more blows from the pestilent rat, Texas kicked her in the shin and made a break for it.

"Ow, you stupid little..." Molly cursed. But she had tricks up her sleeve. The big voodoo rat always had tricks up her sleeve.

Texas braced herself to charge her way past the minions near the end of the alley. A solid shoulder barge should get her to safety. They might try to chase, but out of the shadows their slovenly leader wouldn't be able to keep up. It all looked cautiously optimistic until the sheriff ran headfirst into an invisible barrier. It felt like a heavy cloth sheet had been hung in front of her, absorbing her movement and bringing her to a gentle standstill. She looked back and saw Molly holding up a small doll.

"Uh uh uh, where do you think you're going, weasel?" She said with a huge, evil smile. She patted the little doll, seeing Texas react like something big was tapping on her head. Next she began to pull the voodoo doll closer to her. As if pushed by an invisible hand the weasel began to slide back towards Molly. She dug her heels into the loose sand in the alley, but it didn't help a bit. The fat rat loomed ever closer and the weasel had no idea how to stop it. Texas was back in swiping distance, now close enough to see the small red stain on the doll's chest. She held the tiny cut on her cheek, realizing that the single drop of blood the rat had drawn must've been enough for her foul magics.

"Bad little weasels gon' get punished." Molly crowed, watching Texas slide even closer. The stench wafting off her body was beginning to get to her victim, the sheriff holding on to her nose in a vain attempt to lessen the impact. And impact was exactly what the corpulent rat had in mind. Each of her greasy thighs was as heavy as a horse and the weasel was about to find herself pressed between them. Molly smirked cruelly as she felt the sheriff's much smaller frame press up against her. She took a few heavy steps forward, mashing the weasel between her thighs. Texas had disappeared completely between the rat's thick, sweaty legs, but Molly could feel her well.

She felt every futile struggle and gleefully rewarded the sheriff for her efforts by squashing her flat between those mammoth thighs. The fat rat could feel her hated nemesis suffer, screaming as she squeezed her legs together. The thick layers of fat surrounding the weasel ensured her cries for help never stood a chance of escape. Molly laughed as she walked up and down the alley, grinding her puny opponent between her legs. Even this little physical activity caused the rat to work up a major sweat, soaking the weasel's outfit in her pungent stench. Her minions just sat back, watching and chittering among each other, laughing at Texas' fate. But Molly was not one to quickly dispatch someone she hated as much as Texas. She brought the voodoo doll up to her face, nullifying its ability to move the weasel lest the rat inadvertently pull her victim free. Staring down the little doll the rat let out a mighty belch, causing it to glow faintly as it reacted with the horrifying miasma. The effect was profound as the weasel's weak squirming seized almost immediately. The squashed sheriff had fallen ****.

When Texas wakes again, she finds herself...