A black steam train chugs through the badlands, leaving great plumes of grey smoke in its wake and ruining an otherwise beautiful blue sky. Ancient contraptions like these are used across Purgatory, where electricity and chemical fuels are rare. Instead, they run on coal which, thanks to the many deposits scattered across the planet, is easier to come by. It tows a few cars, mostly cargo freighters, and a passenger unit at the back housing five jackals dressed in blue uniforms. They were brought along to protect a valuable shipment, an industrial water purifier destined for Green Plaines, a city beyond the desert. Though, they took this job lightly since train-jackings are the stuff of legend. Knowing this, the jackals pass the time by playing cards. Meanwhile, a chubby pig woman sits at the helm, perched on a padded driver's seat that her plump butt scarcely fits on. She glances down at a brass pocket watch. Myrtle sees they are running behind schedule. Grimacing, she puts it back in her dunagrees. The conductor looks over to her assistant, a chocolate colored mare in blue overalls, leisurely shovelling coal into the furnace. "More coal! We're runnin' late!" She bellows. Mary grumbles under her breath, but quickens her pace. "An' don't let up! This place is crawling with bandits!" Myrtle was right to be concerned, as Bertha and her bandits are gaining on them, and fast.

Bertha rapidly closes the distance between them, red coat billowing in the wind as she zooms along. Her punkish blonde hair blows in all directions and grains of dirt bounce off the woman's goggles. Thumbing a button on the handlebars, autopilot takes over and she grasps a ladder leading up the cabin. Her mount veers off as she climbs, eventually coming to a controlled stop. Sensing movement, Myrtle turns just as intruder enters cockpit. "Look out!" She screams to her assistant. The workhorse turns just as Bertha zaps her with a ray gun. A bolt of pink light hits Mary and she disappears, her shovel clanging to the floor. Without skipping a beat, Bertha zaps the conductor too. Myrtle is dumbfounded as the imposing bear grows to titanic proporitons in front of her. Of course, she is not growing but rather, the pig is shrinking. Within seconds, she has dwindled to barely an inch in size. Satisfied with her work, Bertha holsters her sidearm and flicks her coattail up before promptly planting her maroon-clad butt in the driver's seat. Myrtle's screams are quickly muffled by the bear's mountainous rump. No sound could possibly escape the walls of ass fat seperating the tiny pig from the rest of the world. Bertha's immense weight quickly pushes all the air out of the faux leather cushion. She yanks a chain dangling overhead and  a steam whistle shrieks in response. "Heh heh. Ah always wanted to do that." She says to no one in particular. Bertha grasps a nearby lever with both claws and gives it a hearty yank, pulling it up between her legs and into her stomach.

Sparks fly as the wheels lock up and grind against the tracks. Everyone and everything onboard jerks forward from the sudden change in momentum. Box cars smash against each other as the train screeches to a halt in a cloud of smoke and dust. Bertha rocks back and forth in her chair, clenching everny muscle in her body and squashing Myrtle flatter than a playing card under her rock-hard rump before finally coming to a stop. During the commotion, she could not help but let a small fart go, much to the tiny pig's chagrin. The overwhelming stench of fish and wildberries lodges itself in her nostrils. Bertha gets up with Myrtle stuck to her butt like a bandaid and makes to leave the cabin, but not before feeling something crunch underfoot. Eyebrow raised, the bear looks at the underside of her boot, only to find Mary stuck to her sole like gum. "Ugh! Damn bugs." She scrapes the workhorse onto the floor and peels Mytrle from her ass. Bertha casually tosses her away and climbs out of the cockpit as her victims are left in a daze.

Meanwhile, Emma and Helga descend on the rear passenger car. Skidding to a stop, the elephant pulls out a grenade launcher that is basically a brass tube mounted to a wooden stock. She casually aims with one arm and pulls the trigger. A metallic ball smashes through one of the windows, landing inside the cab. It bounces around as the security guards dive for cover, anticipating the worst. Some end up on the floor, while others hide behind chairs or under tables. Energy explodes out from the sphere, bathing the cabin in white light for a split-second. The occupants look around, surprised they have not been blown up and wasting precious time. "What was that? A flashbang?" One jackal calls out. "I think it's uh dud!" Says another. Suddenly, Emma and Helga appear at both ends of the train car, covering both exits. The guard with the biggest  armpit stains jumps to his feet and draws his sidearm. "Halt! This is private property! I have the right to stun you if you don't leave immediately!" His friends train their energy pistols at the brutes; two at Helga, two at Emma. One remains hidden under a table, watching to see what happens next. "Uh huh. Uh huh." The hippo mocks , stepping forward. "I said stop!" Shouts their leader. "This is gonna be fun." Emma mocks from behind, brushing her bright blue bangs out of her eyes. "I warned you!" The jackal man makes to shoot Helga, but to his surprise, nothing happens. He glances at his gun and tries again. Still nothing. His subordinates do the same. Nothing but the tinny sound of triggers clinking on metal echoes around the cabin. Emma and Helga grin as they get down low.

Most guards manage to dive out of the way just as Emma and Helga charge forward,  but two unfortunates are trapped as they make contact, slamming against one another with enough force to shake the whole carriage. Pinned back-to-back, the pair are crushed as their captors each try to push the other over, like a pair of sumo wrestles vying for dominance, with neither giving any ground. Helga gives her all by slamming her broad shoulder into a guard's mid section and pushing through, while Emma, the bigger of the duo, lets gravity do most of the work. Thanks to her superior weight and size, she simply leans forward as the hippo pushes the jackals into her fat stomach. The one facing her has his cries of anguish muffled as his face is buried between her huge breasts. "Woah now! You gotta take me on uh date first, fella!" She jokes. While this is going on, the other three guards get up and attempt to subdue the titans while they are distracted. One jumps on the elephant's back while the other two each grab Helga's legs, they have little effect as she manages to push on even with them dragging her down. Emma grunts as one of the jackals wraps their arms around her throat with their arm. She falls backward into a booth, sandwiching her attacker between her back and the padded green cushion of the booth seat, while his legs are crushed under her two-ton rump. He squeals in pain and releases his grip on the giant woman's neck as his friends are taken for a ride. 

Helga thunders down the aisle like a football player, pushing passed Emma, only to trip over a guard clinging to her ankles. The passenger car shudders as she topples crashes to the floor. Sensing their moment, the two jackals not being crushed attempt to subdue the hippo. One jumps on her back and puts her in a choke hold from behind while the other tries to restrain her thick legs, their face dangerously close to her sweaty rump. Helga yanks the guard off her back, slamming them on their back in front of her. She gets to her knees and pins him to the floor. Looking directly at them, Helga grins before a bassy fart blasts out of her, directly into the other jackal's face. "Ha! Good one!" The elephant laughs as she pries the other guard of her friend. With them out of the way, Helga plants her massive jean-clad butt on the jackal below. They struggle in vain, thrashing around while the hippo simply laughs at them. Emma spins the final guard upside down before pile-driving them into the ground, sandwiching their head between her titanic thighs. The train car trembles as her plump rear slams into the carpet, knocking her victim out cold. Their body flops to the floor as Helga's captive stops moving, the stench of her rump and the immense weight bearing down on them proving too much. 

The duo take a few seconds to catch their breath. Suddenly, Bertha barges in. "What are you doin' setting there?! Get up and bring the truck around!" She roars. Emma and Helga quickly get to their feet, leaving the security guards, and a pair of giant butt prints, on the carpet. Stumbling outside, they mount up and drive over to Cassidy the cougar and Eleanor the eagle. They are armed with machine guns and a blowtorch, guarding a freight car they cut into moments earlier, watching for scavengers. Bertha scans the perimeter as Helga reverses into the carriage with a bang. Sighing, the bear shakes her head; those two were always heavy-handed. Getting out, the bruisers get to work mounting a large water tank onto the flatbed of their pickup truck. Once it is strapped in, they throw a sheet of blue tarpaulin over it, which is easier said then done as the pipes jutting out of it prove difficult to clear. With their payload secure, the gang quickly leave. Dashing away and kicking up clouds of dust in their wake as the train stands motionless.

Jane sits in a diner reading the newspaper, surrounded by the murmur of patrons and clinking dishes as she flicks through its pages, fervently scanning for a clue as to what Bertha could be up to. Francisco, meanwhile, sits opposite, casually sipping a cup of black coffee, his pinky finger extended. "Freshen yer cup, hun?" Asks the waitress, a towering cow woman dressed in a pale blue uniform that is too small for her. A name tag with "Carla" written on is clipped  onto the front of her blouse. The garment desperately tries to hold back her giant breasts, its fabric being stretched so much that her massive boobs threaten to jump out at any moment. She holds a pot of steaming coffee, looking down at them with a soft smile. "Uh, yes. Please." The doe responds. They present their cups and Carla has to bend over slightly to meet them halfway. The gecko man cannot help but take a peek inside her cleavage as she leans over. Jane, however, looks beyond the deep cavern between her fat tits and to the television mounted to the wall behind her. "At roughly 9:00 am today, this train was hijacked by bandits as it travelled down the Sunshine line through the Western Badlands." Announces a gazelle news reporter dressed in red. The camera cuts between her and the train throughout her segment. "The staff sustained minor injuries and have been taken in for questioning by authorities. Back to you, John." Jane loses interest as an elephant man comes onscreen to talk about sports. Buck comes into view as he returns from the restroom, checking out Carla's ample rump as she tends to other customers. "Damn!" He says under his breath, sitting down by the gecko, still looking over his shoulder.

"Hmmm. That sounds like something Bertha would do. Small train, low security, out in the middle uh nowhere. Ah just don't know why she'd do it..." Jane mumbles, resting her elbow on the counter and drumming her fingers. Francisco sets his cup down and starts stroking his narrow chin. "Zhe only thing of value on zhat train was zhe water purifier destined for Green Plaines." The doe raises an eyebrow at that. "And how would you know?" She asks, leaning toward him. "I have my zources. Anyvay, would zhis Big Bertha be interezted in it?" The gecko asks. "It's our only lead so far. May as well investigate. Come on, Buck." She tells them, grabbing her hat. While she is concentrated on tracking down Bertha, Buck's mind is elsewhere as he looks over his shoulder at Carla's ample behind, her skirt riding up everytime she bends over to serve someone. "Buck." The doe repeats. The prospect of seeing the cow's voluptuous ass cheeks wrapped in tight panties was too juicy for him to miss. "Buck!" She calls again. He snaps out of his trance and looks back at Jane. "I wuz listenin!" The stallion responds, whipping his head around. "Good. Let's go." She replies getting out of the booth. "Wait what? Where we goin'?" Buck asks, confused. "I'll explain on the way." Francisco and the stallion get up, but not before leaving the waitress generous tips, and follow Jane out of the diner. 

It is noon and the badwater gang stand outside the entrance of a mine that is little more than a large hole drilled into the base of a mountain. Minecarts, drills, wheelbarrows, tools and a few basic buildings surround the portal into the underworld. "It's perfect!" Declares Melvin, a mole man who is dressed in a pale yellow business suit. Being a small creature, he scarcely stands taller than Bertha's stomach as she leans her rear against Helga's truck. Smiling, Mel examines the water purifier mounted behind her. "Ya hear that, girls? It's perfect!" The bear announces with a toothy grin, looking around at her cronies. Most of them try to fake interest in that. Except Helga. She could not care less about this exchange as she sits in the cab, watching them in her side mirror. "Ah'll have the credits forwarded to you before sundown!" The foreman promises. He extends his stubby little paw for a shake, but Bertha declines. "Yeah, about that. Ah'm afraid mah terms have changed since our last meetin'." She reveals. "What? But we had an agreement!" The mole responds, astounded. The bear reaches around him so her claw rests on his shoulder and she walks him away from the vehicle. "Walk with me." She says, pushing him along. "Ya see, ah didn't factor in the protection side uh things. A lot of... Business people like mahself have their eye on Tinysprings. It's surrounded bah mountains so there's only one way in and out, and ya got the train passing bah to the south. So it's somethin' of a commodity. Ah figure when they hear about y'all and that aquifer of yers, people are gonna get mighty interested in this place. Ah can keep them away, but yer gonna have to make it worth mah while." Bertha guides the foreman to his office, a red metal box with a single door and window to discuss matters in private. 

Upon entering, Bertha pushes him to the floor. The blue carpet dampens his fall to a dull  thud. "Oof! What the-" She immediately draws her pistol and zaps him before he can say another word. The room is enveloped in pink light for a brief moment. Melvin immediately shrinks to the size of a quarter and is almost as round when it is over. Bertha holsters her ray gun and strides passed the tiny, making the ground shake with each step, almost crushing him under her boot. Scared and disoriented, the mole's instincts kick in and he starts digging downward, but his claws do little except tear up the rug. Taking off her red duster, she casually throws it over a chair beside the desk and shuts the blinds before turning her attention to the mole. Towering above him, Bertha has to bend over to pick him up. Trapped between her thumb and forefinger, he is helpless as she brings him to the table. "Ah figure ten thousand credits uh month oughta cover mah expenses." She proposes. "What?! Ah can't afford that! Ah could barely pay for the purifier!" Mel responds in a comically squeaky voice. Bertha just drops him onto the chair, his fall broken by the lumpy seat cushion. He sits up, rubbing his head, oblivious to the giant bear as she lines herself up with the chair. The tiny foreman looks up only to see Bertha's huge butt comes crashing down on top of him. He is immediately flattened under her massive right butt cheek as it hits him with the force of a meteor, pressing him against the firm velour cushion as her full weight rests on top of the micro.

Bertha fidgets in the seat and it creaks in response. This chair was not designed to hold a fully grown bear, and it was only a matter of time before gives out and she crashes to the floor, landing on her captive and pulverizing him into dust. This possibility was not lost on either of them. As far as the mole is concerned, he is ready to renegotiate. Perhaps it was being crushed under the woman's mountainus behind, or the salty smell of body odour raditating from her that changed his mind. Either way, he is much more agreeable than he was before. Bertha on the other hand, is fine to frag this out for as long as possible. She sits idle, making sure to keep grinding the tiny mole every few moments, almost as if to press all the air out of his body with her rump to show him who the boss is here. Melvin scarcely manages to stay conscious through this ordeal as he can feel his body being compressed to the size of a pancake. He gets a brief respite as the bear lifts up a cheek, raising him off the musky cushion. Fresh, but stuffy air washes over him only for the bear to let a bubbly fart go, souring the atmosphere. She sighs, and sits normally again, pressing Mel into the seat once more. Bertha continues to kill time by rifling through the draws, flicking the lamp on and off and eyeing a small plate of cookies as her victim stews in the stench of fish and ass sweat. Eventually, she relents and gets up, peeling the mole off her butt cheek like a price tag off a basketball.

Melvin dangles above his desk as the bear holds him by his collar. He slowly reinflates to his natural shape, though, he still looks dishevelled when it is done. "You willin' to reconsider?" Bertha asks with a grin, her fangs on display. The mole coughs. "Yes! Whatever you want! Please just don't hurt me!" He shouts. "Ahm glad you could come round to mah point of view." She says, smiling. Bertha releases him and he falls to the desk, bouncing along its hard surface before rolling to a stop. "Ah expect you to forward me the extra credits bah next week or ah'll be paying you another visit!" She picks up her coat and leaves, slamming the door behind her. The foreman, meanwhile, is left rubbing his head, perplexed by his now giant surroundings. 

Bertha strolls back to the truck as her underlings chat among themselves. She bangs on the device with her fist and it clangs like an empty oil drum. "Start unloadin' this sucker so we can git outta here!" While Emma and helga go shifting the purifier as a passerby comes into view. A short and stout pony woman clad in denim dungarees and a white shirt trundles up the hill on an ATV fashioned out of junk, its engine revving the whole time. Cassidy grasps her gun, uneasy at the prospect of someone approaching. Sensing her unease, Eleanor the eagle places a hand on her shoulder. "Easy. It's just the engineer Bertha hired to hook this up." She whispers. The cougar relaxes a bit, but is still weary. Pulling up beside them, Penelope takes her key out of the ignition and the engine dies down. She takes off her bright red helmet and dark black riding goggles to reveal a scruffy mane of bleach blonde hair. "Bout time you showed up!" Bertha hollers as the engineer dismounts. She takes a large red toolbox from the back of her ride and looks over the water purifier. "This it?" The short woman asks. "Yep. Think you can hook it up bah sundown?" Retorts the bear. "Yup." She answers. "Good. Git er done before these lugheads change their minds." 

As the sun sets, the desert morphs from a vibrant orange to a dark blue and wind blows across its sandy expanse. Cool night air seeps into the mine as Eleanor stands in a doorway, watching Penelope  finishes setting up the purifier. She takes a step back and wipes her brow. It sits inside a large recess carved into the mountain, plugged into a couple of pipes poking up from the floor. From what the miners had been saying, they had struck an aquifer recently and were planning to install a pipeline that would connect the watersource to Tinysprings. Then they could finally have fresh, purified water on demand. The local aquifers were small to begin with, and are starting to run out. This one though, could solve all their problems as it seemed almost bottomless. As far as the locals were concerned, this was a new beginning for them and their town. The pony picks up her toolbox and makes her way outside for a hard-earned drink of fresh water. Eleanor was less enthusiastic, however. Alone, she takes out a bunch of small metal disks from her long black coat and walks over to the contraption. 

Walking, Penelope cannot shake the feeling that she forgot something so she takes a second to open her toolbox. To her surprise, her favorite wrench is missing. "Dang it!" She curses, snapping it shut. Turning on her heel, the pony woman makes her way back, but slows her pace once she hears a voice. It was that grim-looking eagle, that was for darn sure. "Is she talkin- to herself now? She didn't say uh peep while ah was in there. Maybe she's lost it." Penelope thinks herself. Crouching, she sets her toolbox down and crawls beside the entrance. The door was left ajar, just enough for her to see through. Eleanor has her back to the corridor as she talks to someone on a metallic communicator. "The bombs have been planted, boss." The engineer recoils in horror. As far as Penelope is concerned, she does not need to hear another word. Scooping up her toolbox, she hotfoots it out of there. Running through the dimly-lit tunnels, it takes her only a few minutes to reach the exit. Cold air blows against her sweaty body as she re-enters the outside world, only for her ankle to catch something. Her toolbox goes flying and Penelope crashes to the ground. A sack is put over her head, hands tied behind her back and is carried away. "Git off me!" The woman protests, writhing around.

Meanwhile, Melvin resides on his desk, sitting on the edge of a plate and nibbling at one a crumb that fell off one of the giant cookies behind him. As far as he is concerned, sitting and waiting for this weirdness to wear off is the best course of action. Besides, he has cookies and a flask to tide him over. "Whatever's going on should be over by mornin'." He thought. No one ever came in his office anyway.

Suddenly, the door flies open as a horse, a deer and a gecko struggle to bundle a fourth individual inside. The inch-tall foreman drops his crumb and dives onto the tabletop. He trembles as Jane wanders over and clears the desk, sending his lamp, books, knick-knacks and plate of cookies crashing to the floor. Somehow, he is spared the same fate as the deer goes back to lock the door and turn the light on. Her comrades have a difficult time subduing their captive. While she is smaller than all of them, save for the gecko, she is much stronger than they anticipated. Jane helps bundle her into Melvin's chair before she and Buck sit on the desk, Francisco opts to stand as he is too short to mount it. The mole dashes out from the gigantic horse butt hurtling toward him. He feels the air displacement it causes as the stallion's jean-clad rear thumps onto the table, only for his partner's smaller, rounder but still very heavy derriere. Buck and Francisco draw their energy pistols and point them at their captive before Jane snatches the bag off her head. "Who are you?! What's Bertha up to?!" She interrogates. "Whah should ah tell yoo?! Lemme go!" Penelope responds, defiantly. "Talk and we'll let you go!" Jane counters. "Lemme go and ah'll talk!" The engineer fires back. 

Mel can scarcely make out this fruitless exchange through the mountains of fat and muscle making up the doe's petite behind sitting on top of him. Jane, with her small frame, is nowhere near as heavy as Bertha was. Though, she is still able to press him flat as a drink's coaster, whereas the bear nearly pulverized him into dust. This is little comfort to Melvin as the unmistakeable scent of BO seeps through the fabric of her khaki pants and surrounds him, burrowing into his snout and refusing to go. He is so close to her that he could tell that she had not bathed in days. This is made worse by the fact that the damn woman cannot seem to sit still, squishing his tiny body every time she tenses up, or leans into question her captive. He could not make hide nor hair of what was going on above, just that things were getting quieter, and the mood seemingly got calmer as Jane flexes her butt cheeks less and less over time. 

Outside, Eleanor the eagle crouches behind a crate sitting opposite Melvin's office unit, staring at the window as light seeps through its blinds. "Boss, we gotta problem at the mine." She says into her communicator. "What is it?" Bertha's voice growls through its speaker. "Jane and uh couple others took Pen hostage. It's only uh matter uh time before cracks." Eleanor tells her. "That darn deputy. Sit tight. Ah'll send the girls." The bear thumbs her communicator off and storms out of her office. She bursts into the saloon and roars. "E'ry body out! We're closed!" Her subordinates quickly start ushering the patrons out. Once they are gone, Bertha gets Emma and Helga together. "Jane's pokin' around the mine. Go there, meet up with Elley, get rid of her and 'er friends, bring that dumpey little gearhead back to me. Got it?" She tells them. The bruisers nod and quickly leave, stopping only so Emma can pick up her navy blue duster. They mount up in their flatbed pick-up truck while Bertha and Cassidy barricade themselves inside the saloon, just in case any of their regulars try to come back.

"Yeah... Bertha paid me tuh install that water purifier. She said she bought it legit ah swear!" Penelope reveals. Jane and Buck sit on the edge of the desk in anticipation, him and the gecko having holstered their weapons. Melvin is given a break as most of the doe's weight is no longer on him, though he is still stuck to her skinny little ass. "Settle down, we ain't gon arrest you." The stallion reassures. "We can't arrest her. We're not with the department." Jane corrects. "So yer not gonna put me in jail?" Asks the pony woman. "Ah won't tell if you don't!" Buck responds. The others nod. "Huh... Well, earlier ah saw that eagle, the tall skinny one, say somethin' about bombs and she was fiddlin' with that purifier down there..." Jane and Buck's eyes widen at that, while Francisco stays as neutral. 
Eleanor beckons her comrades to her crate. They wander over, heavy footsteps crunching the dirt beneath their boots. Emma wields her brass grenade launcher once more, while Helga is armed with nothing but her fists. "They in there?" The elephant asks. Eleanor simply nods and Emma takes aim. 

"Bombs?! We gotta stop Bertha before she blows up the whole darn mine! Come here, ah'll get that rope off ya." Jane says, getting up from the desk. A wave of relief blows over Melvin as she does so, the great weight of her behind being lifted off him. Penelope stands up and turns around to present her bound wrists. Buck, staying seated, notices something on his partner's left butt cheek. "Hey Jane, ya got somethin' on yer-" Before he can finish, the window beside him shatters as a metallic ball smashes through it. White light fills the room for a split-second, blinding everyone inside. Within seconds, Helga kicks the door down and they bruisers burst in as their victims are left rubbing their eyes. The hippo tackles Jane to the ground, knocking Penelope over in the process. Spooked, Buck charges directly into the elephant. He slams against Emma, making her fat tits and stomach jiggle, but doing little else as she hardly moves. "My turn!" She taunts. The huge woman wraps her arm around Buck's neck, grabs him by the crotch and suplexes him. His shoulders hit the carpet with such force that he is knocked out instantly. 

Francisco hides under the desk and makes to zap them, but his pistol fails to fire. He tries again, but nothing happens. Forgoing his weapon, the gecko clutches at a necklace hidden under his poncho and disappears from view. Jane grabs her attacker by her face and tries to push her away, but Helga overpowers her, spinning the puny doe around and putting her in a chokehold from behind. Jane struggles for breath as her windpipe is crushed between her the hippo's huge bicep and forearm. This, coupled with the hippo's huge body bearing down on her, makes escape almost impossible for the deer. While this is happening, Emma rolls over and gets back to her feet just as Penelope does the same. She manages to dodge the elephant and run to the door. Eleanor, watching just out of sight, sticks her leg out and the pony trips over it, falling flat on her face. The eagle pistolwhips Penelope in the back of the head, knocking her unconscious. Emma rushes to the door, but is relieved to see that Eleanor has things under control. They nod at one another before she turns her attention to Jane. 

"She still kickin?" Emma asks, stomping over to her friend. "Yeah!" The hippo grunts as Jane thrashes around. "She's persistent. Ah'll give 'er that." The elephant places a hand on her distended stomach as it gurgles loudly. She smiles as an idea pops into her head. "Wait! Ah got an idea!" Emma announces, taking off her blue duster. "Let 'er go." She says with a wry smile. "Whut?!" Responds Helga. "Just do it!" The elephant unbuttons her jeans and squats down to present her gigantic grey butt to Jane. She struggles in vain as it hovers mere inches from her nose, the smell of Emma's unwashed behind wafting over to her.  "What's the matter? Need some air? Ah got some air for ya." The elephant grins. "Go on, let er breath." Her friend looses their stranglehold on the doe's neck slightly, just enough so she does not pass out too quickly. Emma grunts as she lets a long wet fart go. Jane is so close to her titantic rump that she can feel the blast blowing against her face, the intense heat almost singeing her fur. What was worse that the hippo timed things just right so that as her partner was busy ripping one, she relaxed her grip so the tiny woman would instinctively gasp for breath, forced to suck in air that her lungs so desperately need. Instead, she gets a huge whiff of the elephant's backdraft. Her eyes scrunch up and she immediately starts gagging from the stench, but Helga keeps her locked in place. The hippo chokes her again, trapping the foul air in Jane's body, burning her nose, mouth and throat. 

"Hold on, ah got another one!" Emma announces before letting another cheekflapper go.  Helga is out of sync this time, loosening her hold on the deer's windpipe after her friend is done farting. This one is drier than the last, but no less sickening to the poor woman. "Go on! Suck it up, ya weasel! We don't wanna smell that!" The hippo taunts as Jane involuntarily gasps at the tainted air. She starts to feel lightheaded, her body starved of precious oxygen and nauseated by her captor's flatulence. Jane weakily thrashes around as Emma moves closer to her for another go. "Hngh!" She strains as a long, bubbly fart crackles out from between her wide ass cheeks. They jiggle slightly as the bursts of hot air explode out of her. Jane cannot help but notice her pucker winking open and closed during this final barrage. She scarcely hears the two bruisers' laughter as her heartbeat pounds in her ears. Mercifully, her senses dim and she finally passes out. "Ha! That did it!" Emma boasts, looking back. "Uh, finally. You fuckin stink, girl." Helga says while getting up. The elephant just laughs as she puts her jeans back on. Eleanor steps into the office. "If y'all are d- Tarnation!" She curses, waving a hand in front of her beak. The eagle steps back outside. "If y'all are done, ah'll take Pen back to town. You two oughta get rid of the others." Eleanor tells them. "How we supposed to do that?" Asks the hippo. "Take 'em to the badlands. Sun oughta take care uh them for ya." Emma and Helga drag Jane and Buck off to their pick-up while Eleanor straps Penelope into a small, two wheeled trailer that is hooked up to her hoverbike. With her hands and feet bound, the pony is not going anywhere even if she wakes up. The eagle travels back to town while Emma and Helga drive off into the darkness.

Meanwhile, inside the office, Melvin wonders what to do next. He fell off Jane's backside at somepoint during the scuffle. He ambles toward the door when suddenly, the mole man has a growth spurt, getting bigger until he returns to his natural form. Overjoyed, he looks himself over. "I'm back! I'm back to normal! I... I gotta get outta here!" The rotund foreman runs out and does not stop until he reaches an old-fashioned buggy. This contraption sets itself apart from other cars with its rectangular green body, spoked wheels,  flat windscreen, and faux leather roof. These unique features give the vehicle a style reminiscent of a bygone era. He cranks a handle sticking out the front of its grille and its engine comes to life with a bang. The vehicle shakes and splutters as he races out of the mine, its exhaust exploding as he zooms along.

Jane comes to as a cool breeze blows against her face. She opens her eyes and looks around. Nothing but the early morning sky stares back at her. "Where... Where am I?" The young doe wonders, puzzled. Grimacing, Jane struggles to move, as if a giant has her trapped in their grasp. "What the?" Looking down, her eyes open as wide as she sees she is engulfed in sand all the way up to her chin. "Oh god! Help! Heeelp!" The deer starts screaming. Buck, who is buried a few feet to her left, wakes up suddenly. "What?! What is it?!" He shouts. "Buck?! Buck is that you?!" She asks, panicked. "Ahm over here! Wait there ah'll..." The stallion grunts and strains as he tries to move before their situation dawns on him. "What the? Ah'm stuck in sand!" He laments. "Yeah, those no good varmints put us here!" Jane curses. At least she is not alone now. "Wait! Franciso are you there? Francisco?" She calls out. "Ah can't see the little critter! They musta took 'em!" Her partner responds. "Dang it! We gotta go get him! Come on! If we keep movin', we might be able to wriggle outta here!" Jane and Buck start thrashing around, moving their bodies up and down and side to side in an effort to escape. However, they stop before long. "Dang! Mah back feels like uh freight train hit it. Ah gotta take uh break." The stallion complains, stopping. "Ya can't stop now, Buck! Before long the sun'll be up and we'll cook like eggs out here! We gotta keep going!" His partner encourages, beads of sweat pouring from her brow. Though, Jane follows suit as she soon finds herself out of breath. "Okay... Let's... Let's think about this..." She says between gasps. 

They pitch increasingly impractical ideas to each other while the sky changes from light blue to warm orange, signifying that the harsh sun will soon be upon them. Then, in the distance, a buzzing can be heard. "Is that... Is that an engine?" Jane asks. Buck cranes his head toward the source of the noise. "Yeah! It is!" He confirms. They immediately start shouting in a desperate attempt to get the passerby's attention. "Heeey! Over here! Please help!" The doe calls. Buck is much more straightforward with his summons, bellowing "HEEEEEELP!" in their general direction. Their hollering seems to pay off as the hum of a truck steadily gets louder. A rust-colored pick up truck comes into view as it mounts a nearby hill. "Franciso!" Jane cries. "Mah truck!" Buck pitches in. Francisco drives down the mound and over to them. The vehicle whines as it slows to a stop, the dull throb of its engine cutting out as he kills the ignition. Dirt crunches under his boots as the gecko wanders over to his partners armed with a canteen and a shovel. "Zorry I was not here zooner. I had to make sure thoze... Fine ladies were gone before attempting a rezcue. Here. Drink." Francisco kneels down and presses the flask to Jane's lips. "Thank god you're okay! We thought Bertha kidnapped you!" She tells him as the gecko gives Buck some water. "I could say zhe zame thing about you." Francisco replies. He sets the bottle aside and takes his spade with both hands. "Let'z get you out of that hole. We have bandits to fight, yez?"