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This is a commission from SnuggyDoug on Furaffinity (www.furaffinity.net/user/snugg… ) that I loved so much that I immediately decided to make the bear a character and write a story about him. It also means that I now have at least one official male character on the Gold Springs roster!

Fart Alt: sta.sh/01hwap6bfnlo

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"Hello? Ms. Stanton? I may require some assistance…" The huge bear coughed with a nervous politeness, his hands gripping the bars of the cell he had found himself locked in as he gazed out at the sheriff's office beyond.

"Ms. Stanton?" He called again, shifting his immensely fat form to try and peer to the sides of the bars. As he did, his colossal backside ground against the wall, smushing even further in the confined space and earning a muffled "Mmmrrppphh!!" from the weasel wedged between his fat, brown, furry cheeks.

When Texas had first received the telegram stating that Marshal Bronson O'Burr would be visiting Gold Springs, she had been utterly giddy with excitement! And how could she not have been? The legendary Bronze Bear himself was passing through her town! One of the truly great figures of Wild West law enforcement, who'd she'd heard tales of since she was just a kit! Crusher of the Crimson Canyon Coyotes, defender of Big Rump Ranch during its thirty-eight hour siege. They even say he once stopped a runaway train with his bare hands after some devilish bandits blew up the railway bridge, then walked back into town two days later with every last bandit under arrest! And a few under his ass…

That was why, two days later when he finally arrived, Texas could not have been more surprised. Rather than the growling, noble badass she had expected, Marshal O'Burr had turned out instead to be an affable, friendly, gentlemanly bear, prone to bouts of absentmindedness and not the most spatially aware... As was demonstrated when he turned around to pick up his luggage, and accidentally hip-checked her desk clean through the sheriff station wall.

And then came his approach to crime fighting. On the first day of his visit Jesse and Jane had blown open the vault of the town bank. Texas had been prepared to rush in, but the Marshal simply tutted and held up a hand to stop her, before wobbling off into the bank alone and unarmed. A half-hour later Jesse and Jane had given themselves up without a fight, the two pigs even apologizing to the bank manager and shaking his hand before the bear led them outside… and let them go!

"Girls will be girls, Ms. Stanton." He said as he waved goodbye to the pigs. "They just needed a good, firm talking to. A little compassion can go a long way."

"B-but ah-" The weasel protested, but the stern look he fixed her with had shut her right up.

"And while I can forgive them their mischief, I cannot forgive your laxity! I do not approve of your approach to lawkeeping, Ms. Stanton. And it seems I may be required to take a more hands-on approach to your training."

And while a little compassion went a long way, it apparently did not extend to poor Texas, who spent the rest of the morning being run ragged in an intense training regime. Speed training avoiding being trampled, strength training holding up the bear's backside, and endurance training washing his dirty laundry. None of which seemed to develop the oratory skills he had used on the pigs, but by the end of the ordeal Texas was too exhausted to even consider that.

She was so tired, in fact, that while she was cleaning the cells as the marshal had instructed, she didn't even recognise Smiling Jack's voice from the sheriff's office, claiming to be a reporter and asking the legendary bear for a picture of him in one of the cells. The weasel hadn't even realised that something was amiss until the shadow of the two massive brown cheeks fell upon her, and she looked up to see the tidal wave of bear butt fat currently cramming itself into the cell!

"WAIT!" She'd tried to shout, but once through the cell doors, the wall of bear ass had rushed unstoppably towards her, silencing her protest with a loud and definite SPLAT!

"Ah! A bit tight for me, Ms. Jacks, but I seem to have gotten my ponderous posterior through in the end!" He chuckled affably, while Smiling Jacks bit her bottom lip as she grinned in delight, able to see the bear's fat ass jiggling slightly as a very squashed sheriff struggled back there.

"Perfect! Then just one last thing to make the shot authentic, Mr. O'Burr!" She giggled, slamming the door shut and turning the key in the lock!

"GreatnowtogetthesephotosdevelopedBYYYYEEE!" The bunny had giggled, practically sprinting out, leaving the bear blinking in surprise.

"But Ms. Jacks, you didn't take the photo- Oh, well, I'm sure she'll be back soon when she realises." He said pleasantly, gripping the bars and peering out. "Uhh… Hrrmm… I do hope that's soon…"

And that led back to here, an hour later, with the bear stuck in the cell and the weasel stewing in sweat between his cheeks. Every mild shift or move caused the two furry globes to grind on Texas from either side, prompting a quick 'mrrph!' or 'uumph!' of increasing displeasure from the wedged weasel. Texas, for the twelfth time this afternoon, desperately tried to wriggle, to let the oblivious marshal know where she was, but once again all she received for her trouble was a faceful of sweaty bear butt-fur… and then much worse.

"Unph… such an itch…" The marshal huffed, wriggling his backside uncomfortably. "T'would be rather ungentlemanly to scratch myself in public...but… I suppose since no-one is around…"

"Mrrrpphh!? MMRRRPPPHHH!!!!"

The weasel's struggles doubled in intensity, her little legs kicking and her body wriggling as she screamed for his attention, but that just made the 'itch' all the more urgent. With an uncomfortable huff, the huge marshal shifted his hips slightly to the side and-

BOOM!

Even as wedged into the cell as he was, the raw power behind bear's body still slammed his hip into the side wall with enough force to rock the cell. The bricks bulged outwards, cement dust raining from the ceiling, while the force of the crash brought his already tightly-pressed cheeks crashing together, crushing the weasel between them like a trash compactor! Texas could only let out a loud squeak as the fat ass pounded her body on either sides, the slamming cheeks spraying bear sweat across her and the wall beyond, before the bear's ass quickly swung back in the other direction.

"NNNNNRRRRRRRRMPPH! The weasel screamed as she was dragged along the wall with the grinding bear ass, though it was only a very short distance until-

WHAM!

The marshal's hips slammed into the wall on the other side, his mighty ass cracking the solid brick built to withstand the likes of Georgia and Roxxie. Once again the cheeks crashed around Texas's form, crushing her between them, but this time Texas could only let out a muffled moan, one foot twitching in sheer agony.

BOOM! CRASH! WHAM! THUD! SLAM!

From out in the street, civilians stopped and gawked as the sheriff's office bounced and quaked, sending tremors all through the town. The walls of one of the stone cells seemed to be sending out shockwaves as something heavy slammed back and forth inside it, though what that may be was a mystery to all the townsfolk… all except for a group of bunnies watching from nearby and howling with laughter. Still, one thing was certain: Something bad was happening in the sheriff's office, and the good people of Gold Springs were keeping clear!

"Ah! That seems to have taken care of it!"

The big bear nodded to himself in satisfaction, having just finished a half dozen ceiling-to-floor slams, just to mix things up. The cell now better accommodated his powerful posterior, though it still pressed up against each dented, damaged wall, and as for Texas…

The Sheriff of Gold Springs whimpered and twitched, her trembling body forced even deeper into the backside of her fellow lawkeeper, until only her legs and the back of her head could be seen. She was barely even lucid, battered and smashed and a whole lot thinner, feeling like she's just been mulched under the wheels of several dozen eighteen-wheeler trucks. She'd taken all-out ass assaults from Roxxie that had been less devastating than the marshal casually scratching his ass! Been buried under stampedes that left her feeling less utterly destroyed than this! The fat bear had more power in a single cheek than half the outlaws she tussled with on a regular basis combined, and it was all being brought to bear on the sheriff he was meant to be there to help!

How could it possibly get any worse...

"Mmph… O-oh… Oh dear…” The fat bear suddenly winced uncomfortably, beads of sweat springing up on his forehead. “I do hope Ms. Stanton shows up to let me out soon. All that movement seems to have stirred my lunch..." He said, his stomach letting out a low, gurgling, urgent growl. "Then again, I suppose there's no harm in relieving a bit of pressure in here…"

As the Marshal grunted and raised a leg to let loose, Texas sobbed into his backside...

Description
This is a commission from SnuggyDoug on Furaffinity (www.furaffinity.net/user/snugg… ) that I loved so much that I immediately decided to make the bear a character and write a story about him. It also means that I now have at least one official male character on the Gold Springs roster!

Fart Alt: sta.sh/01hwap6bfnlo

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"Hello? Ms. Stanton? I may require some assistance…" The huge bear coughed with a nervous politeness, his hands gripping the bars of the cell he had found himself locked in as he gazed out at the sheriff's office beyond.

"Ms. Stanton?" He called again, shifting his immensely fat form to try and peer to the sides of the bars. As he did, his colossal backside ground against the wall, smushing even further in the confined space and earning a muffled "Mmmrrppphh!!" from the weasel wedged between his fat, brown, furry cheeks.

When Texas had first received the telegram stating that Marshal Bronson O'Burr would be visiting Gold Springs, she had been utterly giddy with excitement! And how could she not have been? The legendary Bronze Bear himself was passing through her town! One of the truly great figures of Wild West law enforcement, who'd she'd heard tales of since she was just a kit! Crusher of the Crimson Canyon Coyotes, defender of Big Rump Ranch during its thirty-eight hour siege. They even say he once stopped a runaway train with his bare hands after some devilish bandits blew up the railway bridge, then walked back into town two days later with every last bandit under arrest! And a few under his ass…

That was why, two days later when he finally arrived, Texas could not have been more surprised. Rather than the growling, noble badass she had expected, Marshal O'Burr had turned out instead to be an affable, friendly, gentlemanly bear, prone to bouts of absentmindedness and not the most spatially aware... As was demonstrated when he turned around to pick up his luggage, and accidentally hip-checked her desk clean through the sheriff station wall.

And then came his approach to crime fighting. On the first day of his visit Jesse and Jane had blown open the vault of the town bank. Texas had been prepared to rush in, but the Marshal simply tutted and held up a hand to stop her, before wobbling off into the bank alone and unarmed. A half-hour later Jesse and Jane had given themselves up without a fight, the two pigs even apologizing to the bank manager and shaking his hand before the bear led them outside… and let them go!

"Girls will be girls, Ms. Stanton." He said as he waved goodbye to the pigs. "They just needed a good, firm talking to. A little compassion can go a long way."

"B-but ah-" The weasel protested, but the stern look he fixed her with had shut her right up.

"And while I can forgive them their mischief, I cannot forgive your laxity! I do not approve of your approach to lawkeeping, Ms. Stanton. And it seems I may be required to take a more hands-on approach to your training."

And while a little compassion went a long way, it apparently did not extend to poor Texas, who spent the rest of the morning being run ragged in an intense training regime. Speed training avoiding being trampled, strength training holding up the bear's backside, and endurance training washing his dirty laundry. None of which seemed to develop the oratory skills he had used on the pigs, but by the end of the ordeal Texas was too exhausted to even consider that.

She was so tired, in fact, that while she was cleaning the cells as the marshal had instructed, she didn't even recognise Smiling Jack's voice from the sheriff's office, claiming to be a reporter and asking the legendary bear for a picture of him in one of the cells. The weasel hadn't even realised that something was amiss until the shadow of the two massive brown cheeks fell upon her, and she looked up to see the tidal wave of bear butt fat currently cramming itself into the cell!

"WAIT!" She'd tried to shout, but once through the cell doors, the wall of bear ass had rushed unstoppably towards her, silencing her protest with a loud and definite SPLAT!

"Ah! A bit tight for me, Ms. Jacks, but I seem to have gotten my ponderous posterior through in the end!" He chuckled affably, while Smiling Jacks bit her bottom lip as she grinned in delight, able to see the bear's fat ass jiggling slightly as a very squashed sheriff struggled back there.

"Perfect! Then just one last thing to make the shot authentic, Mr. O'Burr!" She giggled, slamming the door shut and turning the key in the lock!

"GreatnowtogetthesephotosdevelopedBYYYYEEE!" The bunny had giggled, practically sprinting out, leaving the bear blinking in surprise.

"But Ms. Jacks, you didn't take the photo- Oh, well, I'm sure she'll be back soon when she realises." He said pleasantly, gripping the bars and peering out. "Uhh… Hrrmm… I do hope that's soon…"

And that led back to here, an hour later, with the bear stuck in the cell and the weasel stewing in sweat between his cheeks. Every mild shift or move caused the two furry globes to grind on Texas from either side, prompting a quick 'mrrph!' or 'uumph!' of increasing displeasure from the wedged weasel. Texas, for the twelfth time this afternoon, desperately tried to wriggle, to let the oblivious marshal know where she was, but once again all she received for her trouble was a faceful of sweaty bear butt-fur… and then much worse.

"Unph… such an itch…" The marshal huffed, wriggling his backside uncomfortably. "T'would be rather ungentlemanly to scratch myself in public...but… I suppose since no-one is around…"

"Mrrrpphh!? MMRRRPPPHHH!!!!"

The weasel's struggles doubled in intensity, her little legs kicking and her body wriggling as she screamed for his attention, but that just made the 'itch' all the more urgent. With an uncomfortable huff, the huge marshal shifted his hips slightly to the side and-

BOOM!

Even as wedged into the cell as he was, the raw power behind bear's body still slammed his hip into the side wall with enough force to rock the cell. The bricks bulged outwards, cement dust raining from the ceiling, while the force of the crash brought his already tightly-pressed cheeks crashing together, crushing the weasel between them like a trash compactor! Texas could only let out a loud squeak as the fat ass pounded her body on either sides, the slamming cheeks spraying bear sweat across her and the wall beyond, before the bear's ass quickly swung back in the other direction.

"NNNNNRRRRRRRRMPPH! The weasel screamed as she was dragged along the wall with the grinding bear ass, though it was only a very short distance until-

WHAM!

The marshal's hips slammed into the wall on the other side, his mighty ass cracking the solid brick built to withstand the likes of Georgia and Roxxie. Once again the cheeks crashed around Texas's form, crushing her between them, but this time Texas could only let out a muffled moan, one foot twitching in sheer agony.

BOOM! CRASH! WHAM! THUD! SLAM!

From out in the street, civilians stopped and gawked as the sheriff's office bounced and quaked, sending tremors all through the town. The walls of one of the stone cells seemed to be sending out shockwaves as something heavy slammed back and forth inside it, though what that may be was a mystery to all the townsfolk… all except for a group of bunnies watching from nearby and howling with laughter. Still, one thing was certain: Something bad was happening in the sheriff's office, and the good people of Gold Springs were keeping clear!

"Ah! That seems to have taken care of it!"

The big bear nodded to himself in satisfaction, having just finished a half dozen ceiling-to-floor slams, just to mix things up. The cell now better accommodated his powerful posterior, though it still pressed up against each dented, damaged wall, and as for Texas…

The Sheriff of Gold Springs whimpered and twitched, her trembling body forced even deeper into the backside of her fellow lawkeeper, until only her legs and the back of her head could be seen. She was barely even lucid, battered and smashed and a whole lot thinner, feeling like she's just been mulched under the wheels of several dozen eighteen-wheeler trucks. She'd taken all-out ass assaults from Roxxie that had been less devastating than the marshal casually scratching his ass! Been buried under stampedes that left her feeling less utterly destroyed than this! The fat bear had more power in a single cheek than half the outlaws she tussled with on a regular basis combined, and it was all being brought to bear on the sheriff he was meant to be there to help!

How could it possibly get any worse...

"Mmph… O-oh… Oh dear…” The fat bear suddenly winced uncomfortably, beads of sweat springing up on his forehead. “I do hope Ms. Stanton shows up to let me out soon. All that movement seems to have stirred my lunch..." He said, his stomach letting out a low, gurgling, urgent growl. "Then again, I suppose there's no harm in relieving a bit of pressure in here…"

As the Marshal grunted and raised a leg to let loose, Texas sobbed into his backside...