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"It's Red Rum Rand! Everyone, hide!" Various doors slam as the jackrabbit makes his way into the fairly peaceful town of Watering Hole. The town has crime, sure, but it's always handled by the law-abiding sheriff Leo. Unfortunately for the town, he was out hunting bandits hiding in a cave just outside of town for damaging the town's water supply, leaving the town defenseless.

Rand, a jackrabbit notorious for kicking puppies, drinking rum, and holding women hostage in his gut, strolls through the empty town. He's met with various door slams, women screaming, and the occasional bum offering him his wife. Rand chuckles at the requests, but he always takes a note down for later.

His ears perked, hearing a piano playing down the sandy strip of the desert town. It's the town saloon, Thirsty Bitches. He strolls inside and sees half-filled tables of furs drinking and being merry. A patron smashes his glass against the piano. The music stops and everyone turns towards the two.

"That's piano! I said piani!" The white tiger growls. The pianist, an Alaskan husky, nods and changes the tune to a more upbeat tune, but it didn't sound any different than before. The white tiger chuckles and claps his hands together with the tune.

Rand points his gun into the air and shoots, making a hole in the ceiling. The husky stops playing piani and everyone turns to Rand's direction. "Now listen up! I'm gonna need a plucky gal on my side and in my gut. If no one steps forward, the tiger gets it!"

"The fuck did I d-" Rand pulls the trigger and the tiger grabs his neck. He falls to the floor. The husky shrieks and falls to the floor, holding the tiger's head in her lap. "What the fuck did you do to me! I can't move!"

"Tranquilizer darts," said Rand, "to keep the prey alive and well without escaping me." Rand walks over to the pair and leans down. He licks the husky's cheek and she recoils. The tiger hisses and his fur stand on edge. "What're yer names?"

"Aren," the white tiger growls.

"A-Alaski," whimpers the husky.

"Perfect. I like to know the names of my meals before devouring them." He descends to Aren's feet, licking them over. "Cookies and cream, you shouldn't have." Aren could only hiss. "I wonder how you'll taste with her." Alaski holds Aren's head close to her lap. Rand opens his mouth and takes in the tiger's feet. He licks over the striped soles and pushes them to the back of his throat.

"' ey now. Anyone ever tell you that's not how to treat someone?"

Rand looks at the bar and slides Aren's feet out of his mouth. The white tiger's feet pop out, covered in the jackrabbit's drool. "And who the hell are you?"

The horse tips his hat up and out of his face. "The name's Clyde and I don't take kindly to strangers coming in and eating folks without a warrant."

Rand stands up and walks over to the bar. He stares into the seated horse's eyes. "What do you take kindly to?"

"Filling my gut up with ruffians like you." Clyde strokes over his plump stomach.

It growls and Rand takes a step back, but he stands proud. "Ha! Don't make me laugh. It'll take more than a horse-drawn cowboy to put me down."

"Want to bet on it?" Clyde takes his gun out of his holster and cocks it.

Rand takes two steps closer, his face pressing against Clyde's. "Sure. Never had horse before. You'll fill me out more than those two."

"Then let's step outside." Clyde puts his gun away.

"With pleasure." Rand turns towards Aren and Alaski. "I'll be back for you, don't forget it." Rand walks out of Thirsty Bitches. Clyde follows him outside as do some of the patrons. Rand pulls out his gun and loads it with one tranq dart. Clyde does the same. The two walk to the center of town and put their backs to each other. Clyde easily doubles that of Rand's size. "Ten paces and then fire, deal?"

"Deal," Clyde says. The two aim their guns in the air and start walking.

Rand counts aloud as he steps. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, ei-" but he's cut off. He drops his gun and falls to the sandy ground. Clyde pulled the trigger, his tranq dart sticking out of Rand's back. Rand couldn't move his body, feeling it grow numb. "You bastard! That wasn't ten paces!"

"Oh, but it was. I just galloped." Clyde walks over to Rand and turns him over. Rand looks down and sees the ten steps Clyde took from his position. Rand scowls at Clyde. "Don't be so worked up that you lost. And now, what did you call me earlier? A horse-drawn cowboy? Well, I do have room for one passenger." Clyde licks his lips and opens his mouth.

Rand stares into the pink, fleshy abyss of Clyde's mouth. Clyde descends and engulfs the jackrabbit's head. Rand could only whimper as Clyde brushes his thick tongue over his face. Clyde swallows and brings in the jackrabbit's chest and shoulders, easily working in Rand's tiny frame. Clyde rubs his fingers over Rand's head in his throat. Rand closes his eyes, feeling the thick fingers press him into the slick insides of the horse's throat.

Clyde swallows again, bringing in Rand's thin stomach. The horse reaches down and takes off the jackrabbit's shoes, tossing them onto the ground. If he could, Rand would wiggle his toes, but his mind was elsewhere as Clyde swallows again, bringing in Rand's upper legs, and pressing the jackrabbit's face against the opening to the horse's stomach.

Clyde takes special care of Rand's legs, covering them in his drool and lathering them up for the trip down. Clyde swallows again and brings in the jackrabbit's feet. Rand's head pushes through and into the horse's stomach. He stares into the chamber half full of acid. He's heard his prey beg for mercy from him countless times, but he wouldn't become one of them. He'd just sink in like it was nothing. Clyde tilts his head back and swallows down Rand's feet.

Rand's whole body descends at a slow rate. The top of his head touches the acid and he yelps. His whole head slowly dives towards the bottom of the stomach. "Okay, Clyde, you've had your fun, let me out." No response. Rand keeps diving deeper, his whole head submerging below the stomach acid. His chest and stomach slide to the bottom of the stomach, causing his head to rise above the acid and bump the top. "C-come on, you're not gonna actually leave me in here, are you?" No response. Rand sees the last bit of him slide out of the opening to Clyde's stomach and curls up inside. "Let me out! This isn't funny! Please!"

"BURRRRRRRPPPP! Excuse me." Clyde pounds on his stomach as it visibly shrinks from the large burp earlier. Rand grows quiet afterward, seeing no point in arguing further and closes his eyes, waiting for the inevitable when he slowly falls asleep.

Behind Clyde, clapping starts up. The horse turns around and sees a lion with a struggling belly. "Leo's back!" shouted a mouse.

"Eyyup ma'am, I'm back." Leo walks over to Clyde and hits his shoulder twice. "Thanks for takin' care of the town while I was away."

The horse blushes, staring at the lion's belly. "Oh, well, it's no trouble. Just passing through, you know."

"How 'bout you stay right 'ere? I sure could use a deputy." Clyde looks into Leo's eyes. The lion pulls out a badge from his pocket. "I've been meanin' to give this to someone for a while and no one would step up to the plate. What'd'ya say?"

Clyde looks at the badge and snatches it from the lion, pinning it to his chest. "I'll gladly help this town out!"

Leo slaps Clyde's back, which causes the horse to lean forward and regain his footing. "Good man! Head to the sheriff's station and I'll set up your paperwork when I get there. Got rounds to do, ya know?"

Clyde nods and heads off in the opposite direction of Thirsty Bitches towards Leo's office. "Psst, psst, over here." Clyde draws his attention to a dark alley and a hand guiding him to follow. Clyde hesitates, but wonders over to the dark alley. In the alley, he sees a chubby rat smoking a cigar. "The name's Boss and I hear you're the new deputy. Would you like to make a quick buck?"

"I haven't even started and you're bribing me already? I could eat you right here and now." Clyde steps forward, pressing his pudgy belly against Boss's own.

"Now now, I'm not gonna cause trouble. I just want things to go my way for a bit, ya know? See, I want to go to the big city one day and start a gang. Can't do that without a few shady connections." Boss flashes Clyde a hundred dollar bill.

"Take your dirty money out of my face." Clyde turns around and starts to walk out of the alley.

"No for a simple hundred, huh? How about a thousand?" Boss spreads the single bill and it turns into ten one hundred dollar bills. Clyde turns around and stares at the money. He walks back to Boss and glares at the rat. He reaches up and takes the money.