Texas Speaks Up, But Abra Forgives Her

(Originally by Cheese111)

The cheetah held the smelly weasel even closer to her face. With a massive shit-eating grin she dangled her prize back and forth. In an almost insufferably smug tone she kept taunting her little toy. "C'mon, don' tell me ya didn't enjoy yaself in dere. De squirming felt great, ya know."

The witchdoctor is about to relent when her tiny victim offers a response. The cheetah's eyes flit to the hourglass. It was still trickling. Quickly she returned her attention to the weasel, curious to hear what she had to say.

"These magics of yours would be a lot easier to believe if you lead with things like freakin shrinkin me! Any old crook can do some fortune tellin, but this right here..." Texas lost her train of thought, but Abra was kind enough to keep going. "Maybe you be right, little weasel. Very well, I'm done toying with you. I could argue you be startin that little rant when time wasn't up yet, but dat be feelin kinda cheap now."

The large hand carried the sheriff down to the floor and Abra deposited the slimy weasel as gently as she could. The cheetah rummaged around in a chest and gave her toy a washcloth. It was easily the size of a towel to Texas and she eagerly used it to wipe away the thick coat of cheetah arousal. The witchdoctor just sat nearby, looming over the weasel and teasing her. "Ya know, ya not be de first doubter that got dis... intimate wit me. But I be lyin if you weren't da best of em."

"Yeah yeah, spare me. I'm sure you enjoyed this a lot, but could ya kindly do me a favor and not mention this to anyone?" Texas huffed, still angry to be humiliated by the petite cheetah.

"My lips be sealed. But I reckon dere be other tings you want to talk about. Ya seen me magics when they be against you. But don't ya wonder wat might happen if they be havin your back?" Abra's voice was thick with intrigue.

"Go on..." The weasel muttered, trying to hide her curiosity.

"You've been seein de world from de view of a tiny mouse, but what if you were de biggest sheriff in de west? To tower over your enemies like I tower over you now. Tell me dat does not sound at least a little interesting."

"Hang on, what's in this for you?" Texas' eyes narrowed. She knew something like this always carried a price.

"Like I said during our introduction, I do not charge for my spells. Now, do I have your interest?"

"Grow me back to normal first." Texas replied dryly, finally slipping back into her old outfit after ridding herself of all the cheetah's foul sexual juices.

"Ah yes, of course. I be thinkin de small life, probably not for a weasel, no?" The witchdoctor reached down, cupping the little sheriff in both hands. Sitting back, Abra began to chant in a language unlike anything Texas had ever heard. Amidst verses and spells of mysterious origin the weasel began to feel energized. Power surged through her and shortly after the weasel could feel her first bit of growth. The cheetah leaned in, kissing the sheriff on the forehead and opening her hands. With a loud yelp the sheriff fell, but the landing was unexpectedly soft, as she had grow to full size in little more than an instant. After shaking off the disorientation and blurry vision the weasel found herself sitting across from Abra, who had put three vials in front of her.

"Ya brought me great fun, sheriff Texas Stanton. Now it be my turn to return de favor. Each of dese contains a spell to be cast on you right away. De first vial is me special formula. It will grow you big as a house an' strong as an army. Perfect for puttin dose big bullies in place. Next up a special little concoction I learned when runnin in politics. It forces whoever you be lookin at to only speak de truth. Lastly dere be dis little showpiece. Drink it an everyone will adore you. Dese people be walkin on hands and feet jus' to be in your shadow. Even ya worst enemies become your thralls..."

"...Yeah no, tha's a bit too much." Texas cuts in, stopping the sales pitch. That leaves her with two others left. But was this the right thing to do? Forcing others to obey out of fear was Vivian's thing. The weasel felt conflicted about the offer presented. She wanted to indulge herself and have some fun. Was this really all that bad, especially after the hell these bandits have put her through? And would anyone really object if she brought Roxxie Roo to justice by just sitting on her? Does Texas' sense of honour interfere or does she agree to receive one of Abra's blessings?