She Waits For The Strange Woman To Return.

(Originally by Gentleman Jack)

Texas sighed and slumped back in her seat. It wasn't like she could escape in her present condition and try as she might, she couldn't do away with the rope tied around her wrists. Until an opportunity presented itself, she had no other choice but to sit and wait. With nothing else to do she began to do, she went surveying the beaver anthro's home, specifically the pictures she had hung up. Most of there of other beavers, presumably family. From the corner of her eye, she spotted something very peculiar.

On the far end of the living room there a framed snippet of a newspaper. It was too far away for her to read, but that wasn't what caught her attention. The photo accompanying the picture was of her with her foot propped up on the beaten body of a cattle rustler. She had dealt with so many lawbreakers that she could scarcely remember half of the men she put away, but she could tell by her leaner build that it was a photo from her early days as Sheriff of Gold Springs.

"Alright, here we go" the stranger beaver woman said as she came back into the room with a tea tray holding two cups and a plate full of treats. She sat it down on the coffee table and dropped down onto the sofa across from the sheriff. Her hefty frame caused the trailer to shudder from her sudden descent, but by some miracle their drinks managed to stay within their respective cups.

"Ooooh, I can't believe I'm finally talkin' to Texas! Ya may not know it, I'm yer biggest fan!" she gushed excitedly.

"That's... nice. Aren't you 'spose to be a bounty hunter or something?" Texas asked cautiously.

"Oh, you betcha! Yer lookin' at the best bounty hunter in all the east coast!" the beaver woman boasted as she puffed out her chest.

"Before ya said that ya took the job for free? Why's that?"

"Why? Are ya kidding? Gettin' ta meet my idol was more'n enough for me! You shoulda seen my face when I got the contract and I saw yer name on it. Boy howdy, I couldn't sleep for days!" she laughed.

"Yer gonna have to slow down a bit, 'cus ah'm still trying to catch up. Who are ya and how do ya know who ah am?"

"Oh my gosh, I'm such a clod! All this excitement and I haven't even gotten around to introducing myself! Sally Mayflower, professional bounty hunter!" she said extending her hand out. It took a minute for her to realize that the sheriff was in to position to shake hands and she quickly pulled it back with a sheepish smile.

"Texas. Now ya mind answerin' mah second question?"

"Oh, that's easy. I've been hearin' about ya ever since you became sheriff!" she said pointing to the newspaper on the wall. "Back up north, yer somethin' of a folk hero! We read all about yer adventures and whatnot! Ever since I were a teen I wanted to be just like ya!

"So... ya became a bounty hunter?" Texas asked raising a brow.

"Hey, it's what I'm good at and it pays the bills... most of the time. This time I didn't mind doing the job fer nothin'" she said before taking a sip of her coffee. "Don't be shy, help yourself. It isn't poisoned or anything" she joked.

Before Texas could snap back at her for yet again failing to realize that she was tied up, Sally reached over the table and grabbed her cup, bringing it to Texas' lips. She wanted to keep her mouth shut tight in fear of it actually being in any way contaminated, but the heavily aroma wafting near her nose was too tempting to ignore. She took a sip and let out an involuntary moan at the rich flavor that hit her tongue.

"I knew ya'd like it. That's the good stuff. Imported from Greece, dontcha know!"

"It's... it's good" the sheriff conceded as a half smile touched her face.

"I got plenty if yer ever in the mood fer some more. I also got a whole buncha soda pop in the fridge. Got of rum too, if that's more yer thing!" she prattled excitedly. The slightest bit of approval from her idol seemed to perk her up considerably. If it weren't the hostile circumstances that led up to their meeting, Texas could even call it cute. But one thought soon entered her mind as she sipped away at her coffee.

"So... when uh... when do ya'll plan on lettin' me go?"

"Never!" the beaver woman chimed happily.

"Ah'm sorry, Ah didn't quite catch that... what did you just say?" Texas asked narrowing her eyes a bit.

"Oh, I can't ever let ya go. See, when I said I took this job fer free, I was stretchin' the truth just a teensy bit. Yer actually my payment for the job" she said as she set their cups down and jumped to her feet. "That's a pretty sweet trade off, idnit? Ol' Vivian has ya outta her hair and I get to be with my hero fer the rest of my life!" she giggled.

"Y-you... you can't do that! Ah ain't no trophy! Ah'm a person!" Texas cried.

Sally just smiled as she reached down and picked the sheriff up, bringing her into her massive chest in a bone crushing embrace. The air was **** from Texas' lungs, though she hesitated in trying to take in air as the beaver's fur carried the musky scent of week old sweat. Her head was practically buried between Sally's boulder like tits, and she began to feel light headed. A large hand pulled her head back, giving her a chance to breath as she was **** to look up into Sally's face. There was no malice behind the eyes of her starstruck fan, but there was an undercurrent of intensity in her gaze. This woman liked Texas. She passionately, intensely liked Texas.

"Dontcha worry none. You'll have all the food you can ever want, and I'll keep ya nice and clean" she said softly.

"Sally, ah really don't think--"

Texas hoped to appeal to the crazed woman, but was silenced as she was shoved deep down the giant beaver's cleavage. Sally cooed affectionately as she hugged stomach pressing her breasts together and unintentionally crushing the sheriff flat.

"Yer gonna love bein' here..." she whispered happily. With her prize secure, Sally decided to...