With Intimacy~

Bonnie stood up, having to crouch to avoid hitting her head on the roof of their carriage. "It's time for you to go nighty night, Sheriff! When ye wake up in the mornin', you'll be right as rain!" Bonnie said, cracking her knuckles as she slowly got closer to Texas.

The weasel wasn't going down without a fight though. Texas quickly turned and dashed for the door of the carriage farthest from Bonnie. She'd tuck and roll, she'd-... learn quickly what her bad feeling was. She was stunned for a moment in shock as the door refused to budge. The handle turned, it wasn't locked... b-but she couldn't open it! No matter how hard she tugged, it was as if it was tied shut with steel threads! "D-Damnit! Y-You won't get away with threatenin' a Sheriff, Bonnie!" Tex said. She went to turn around, planning to grab her pistol and fire...

...but she couldn't grab her gun. "It's alright Sheriff! All of my maids... aside from The Heard... behave like this at first..." Texas looked down, gasping as she saw a large puffy cloud hugging her hips and thighs. She gripped at the cloth surrounding her, trying to tug it away and get to her weapon, but every single attempt she made resulted in the cloth trying to cling to her, blocking her from accessing her firearm! "Are ya fond of my new product, Darlin~?" Bonnie asked, growing ever closer. It was with her next step that Texas noticed a strand of wool connecting her shorts to Bonnie, who was now donned in a dark purple dress, black ribbons criss-crossing over her belly before leading up to her generous chest, her dress somehow managing to contain all of that bulging chest! Gripping the strand, she tried to break it, only for the disappointed clicking of Bonnie's tongue to greet her ears.

"That won't work, Darlin'... My threads come straight from my wool... and I could make it as simple to tear as candy floss..." Bonnie continued, the shorts starting to unravel for a moment, only to tighten when Texas attempted to grab them again. "Or stronger than the same iron that made up your dangerous little toy there..." She warned. "Now... come to Momma..." She ordered, raising up her dress. Below the folds of fabric, her legs were covered in a silky smooth white fabric; her wool. Connected to one of her legs was that same damn string!

"Yer not gonna get away with this, Bonnie! Ah'm the Sheriff, and Ah-" Texas couldn't finish. Her eyes had been trailing up during her little speech. From Mistress Josephine's leg warmers... to her underwear, a pair two sizes too small, lacy and see through in places... to her dress proper, her impressive breasts intimidating Texas, making her sweat bullets... if only she could fire them! Finally, she reached Bonnie's face... and her eye patch was up. Texas's eyes mirrored Bonnie's covered eye, and through the haze, she felt genuine fear... she couldn't combat this, n-not without holy bullets!

Bonnie's covered eye, in contrast to her beautiful amethyst iris on the right... was a bloody red color, with spinning curves of black dancing counter clockwise, forming a spiral that begged for Texas to embrace it, to listen to it, to obey it. She couldn't resist. "Atta girl..." Bonnie's voice said, sounding far deeper, an echo bouncing around Texas' mind as Bonnie repeated her order, it becoming the only thing Texas could think about. "Come to Momma." "Come to Momma." "Come to Momma." "Come to Momma."

Texas took a step towards Bonnie's raised up skirt as a poof from Bonnie's hair extended out, covering her black and red eye, Texas's eyes still remaining a red and black spiral into the abyss. When she finally reached Bonnie, she earned a soft "Good Girl~", a phrase that seemed to wash over her brain, making her knees buckle with pleasure washing over her. "C-Come... t-to... go to... M-Momma..." She said, earning another "Good girl~" in response as she crawled forwards, finding herself underneath Bonnie's dress, her hypnosis wearing off right as the dress dropped back down, the wool around Bonnie's legs extending tendrils to hold the dress down. "G-Gah! H-Hey! W-What the- What the hell happened!?" Texas shouted, trying to punch, push, lift, or even tear through Bonnie's outfit, the bighorn simply giggling at the pathetic attempts.

"Don't worry, my dear..." Bonnie echoed, Texas unable to respond as a wad of... rather foul smelling wool was shoved into her face from above, gagging her with the rancid taste of an ass, a taste she was all too familiar with due to her years on the ****. More fabric wrapped around her face, almost clumping around her, constantly from above, never from the nearby sources of wool around Bonnie's legs. "You see, my hypnotic eye is quite draining to use... and as such, Momma needs a rest... be a dear and... be her seat~" Bonnie ordered, Texas letting out muffled protests, only for more wool to collect on her, wrapping her hands tightly at the wrists, binding her ankles together before finally lifting her.

As Bonnie stepped back to her seat, she **** Texas' head onto the cushion, and hovered her rump over her face. "As Ah said, Ah'll explain everythin' when ya awaken... yer gonna make a fine maid, Sheriff~" Bonnie said, the last word dripping with Sadism as she dropped her ass onto Texas.

The weasel wasn't able to fight back... Bonnie's butt was too heavy for her to lift, with or without the help of her hands. However... there was something she couldn't place... something was dangerously wrong with the sheep woman, and Texas' body wouldn't even muster up the energy to kick or squirm. As the bumps of the carriage on the sand rocked the carriage, lulling Texas to sleep, her mind was clouded once again, no longer with demonic hypnosis, but instead... with the stench of Bonnie's ass... the weight of her cheeks bearing down on her... her sight clouded by the dark softness that encompassed her world... and the sounds of cooing from a lightly snoring sheep woman currently threatening to flatten her head into a pancake for the hundredth time of her life...