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Huffing and puffing as you raced around a corner nearly bowling over a kid eying in wonder at a descending plane didn't look good on most people, and the same held true for the blur of white fur that was Joseph. The possum's worm-like tail trailed behind him like a streamer on a bicycle with a roller bag haphazardly clicking and clacking over gaps in tile the beat of his rapid, forced march down the corridors of Minneapolis St. Paul airport.

Why he'd tried to be the hero and skip over the tram, thinking that his legs would take him there quickly enough was laughable to him now but his overconfidence had caught up with him when he'd reached the end of the C gates only to find that he still had to work his way all the way through B to get to A. All 52 gates taunting him as he'd waited breathlessly for the tram, only to find out after five minutes that it wasn't even working so he'd wasted his time.

Precious time that he'd hoped to be sitting comfortably at his gate by now, but now it was all he had in him to run the distance to his destination. His lungs heaved and burned inside of his chest, his heart hammered, sweat clung to the do-rag around the top of his head and the clean white shirt he'd been wearing all morning was now stuck to his skin with sweat as he finally made his way down the corridor. The letter A had never looked so promising and now it was a companionable oasis that sought to draw him in.

Even as he approached the gate, his heart was starting to sink as he looked down at his watch, skidding to a stop in front of the gate as he looked at it. It was relatively empty, only a few people were sitting down. In a rush, he tore his boarding pass out of his pocket and checked. Yes, flight number was right, this was where he was supposed to be... so where was everyone else that was supposed to be boarding? He looked at the time as well, trying to make sure he wasn't seeing things... no, there was still a few minutes before the plane boarded. So what was wrong? What was?

"Attention all passengers boarding flight DL1007 from Gate A5 to Rapid City, boarding for Zone 2 is now concluded. All other passengers must see the attendant at the gate for further instructions." Joseph looked at the gathered company, all of them in no better shape than he was. There was a plump tiger who looked thoroughly disheartened as he tapped away at his phone, a quiet chameleon with headphones strapped over his head and jamming out to a music video on his laptop, and a quiet zebra who stared out the window with a quiet huff as he made to shoulder his backpack again.

But hurrying up the way behind Joseph was another entrant to this little contest of people, a lapine with a small pair of antlers sticking off the top of his head like some viking ornamentation through the tuft of red hair. If there was anything that Joseph could put to this one, it was overwhelmingly Irish. Green eyes, red hair, and as he walked up to the flight attendant standing at the gate it was clear that he had an Irish brogue to his voice. Muted, probably from a few years of staying in among Americans, but it was definitely there. Their tones were hushed, but as Joseph got closer he caught snatches of their conversation.

"... t' be home as soon as I can, y'understand? I only have so much time between connections, you know"

"I understand, sir, but we are affording all of our passengers the same consideration in spite of whatever situation they might have."

"Please, can'tcha make an exception? I'd just like to have the seat, no harm no foul eh?."

"No, sir, I cannot favor anyone over the others for this last seat. Please, have a seat while we discuss with our partners at the airline how best to proceed."

The jackalope frowned as he stood up straighter, tsking softly as he turned around and stumped his way towards the seats. He dropped his backpack to the floor, leaving Joseph time a-plenty to eye up the lapine. He'd hardly noticed anything else save for the antlers, the red hair and the green eyes, but the cream coloring to him was outstanding. Dark red splotches of fur, almost the color of rust or dried blood clutched to his fingers in unusual markings, though the rest of the lapine was covered in what looked like a flannel shirt and a pair of jeans. Not that much better than Joseph's own white t-shirt and jeans, but at least with a flannel the possum might've not shown how much he'd been through trying to make his gate.

The flight attendant stared at him from the side for a few moments, making the possum shift a little as his tail curled around the inside of his left leg... a nervous habit, one he'd never fully gotten over from childhood that still reared its ugly head now and again. He huffed out a sigh before approaching her, the cardinal eying him critically over her beak as he asked the obvious.

"How many seats're left, ma'am?"

"One. It looks like those travel sites have done it again, I'm afraid." She sighed as she typed something into her computer. "What seat number and letter does your ticket have on it, sir?"

"Oh uh..." He fished the folded and wrinkled boarding pass out of his pocket, squinting at the numbers on it. "Says I'm thirteen B, miss." His southern twang was more pronounced than the jackalope's irish had been, rolling expertly off his tongue past his mouthful of sharp teeth.

Her frown only deepened before she slumped back in her chair. "You and the other four people here. We're just assuming that it glitched out and didn't verify that the seat hadn't already been sold before selling it off." She shrugged in a 'what-can-you-do' gesture before sitting back. "Anyway, we're not able to take off without a full cabin, so we're trying to find out how best to proceed... and I imagine that you won't want to take a later flight?" She said, hopefully, but her hopes were indeed dashed when Joseph shook his head.

"Naw ma'am, I gotta get in an' get th' keys to this apartment before th' landlord changes his mind and sells t' someone else." He admitted, rubbing a hand behind one of his pink ears. "An' that don't get me any more consideration than the others, huh?"

"No, sir, it doesn't. Well, if you'd please have a seat in the gate, we'll try to be with you shortly." And that was that. She was back to her computer and typing away as if she had shut out the rest of the world.

Joseph sat down and stuffed his bag under the seat, looking out at the plane just sitting there. How many other people were aboard? How mad were they that they had to sit on the tarmac until a computer glitch that had given five people the same seat number was resolved? He put his head back to the glass and sighed out with a huff.

Seconds ticked away in their slow march, each click of a click seeming to take an eternity as the possum's tail twitched unsure of just what he should do. Should he call ahead and say he'd be in tomorrow or later tonight? No, he'd gotten an early flight to get there in plenty of time to sign the lease and move in. No sense in throwing that way, since he'd already spent a sizeable portion of his savings on this plane ticket. His foot tapped against the floor as he smoothed out the wrinkles in his pants, flicking his black eyes towards the quartet joining him as fellow 'contestants' on this lovely little game.

It was only a minute later that the tiger approached the counter, said something, and then was waddling off as the cardinal behind the counter clicked a few buttons but said nothing else. Joseph would've loved to hear what was said, but the tiger wasn't heading towards the food court or the restrooms so that must have been a victory for each of the remaining four gathered at separate seats. He waited and watched, hoping that someone else would take the cue and leave without anyone having to broach the topic, biting into his lower lip with his coffee-stained teeth.

Joseph was rewarded, his white-furred face lighting up as next the chameleon left, though where he was going was anyone's guess. He just stowed his laptop away and started walking without a single word in much the same direction as the tiger had gone. If the flight attendant had noticed that another player was out of the game, she gave no indication as such while she leaned towards her phone and hushedly talked into it. It seemed like things were progressing a lot more smoothly now that there was only three people vying for one seat!

And another score was made just two minutes later as the zebra stood up, walked over towards the flight counter and got directions to... somewhere. The cardinal was pointing and gesturing towards a map she'd brought up of the airport's layout, which the equine was watching raptly and only asking small questions. But like the others, he was off with everyone else and out of sight without heading in the same direction as the other two.

"Just two of us left." Joseph muttered to himself, eyes flicking towards the jackalope who sat there with his hands in his jean pockets and staring up at the ceiling. The possum leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as his worm-like tail thumped against his chair a bit too loudly for his taste. He winced and looked over, only to see that the lop-eared man hadn't budged a bit.

Slowly the second hand wound around the clock, ticking time away until a minute had passed. Then two minutes. Then three! Joseph leaned back again, sighing out lethargically as he resigned himself to waiting for the jackalope to leave or for the flight attendant to tell them both to buzz off. He looked up towards the food court and somewhere in the pit of his mind, he knew that the moment he got up and left to get something to eat the attendant would look up and see only the jackalope there and grant him the seat automatically. Regardless if the possum was a stone's throw away and could easily be summoned back if a decision was made.

He folded his arms over his chest, fighting back the urge to growl low in his throat even though another growl emanated from somewhere closer to home. The possum ran a hand slowly along his stomach, empty save for that blueberry muffin he'd had before his first flight of the day and there was certainly some argument from within. Just a minute. Just one measly minute to step away and have something at the food court, it wouldn't leave him feeling so hungry. His stomach groaned in low protest and he couldn't help but catch the smirk cast in his direction as the jackalope clearly heard it. How could he not have with those large ears of his?

They locked eyes from across the way, the jackalope lowering his head down and pulling out his phone to make a show of staring at it. It seemed that this last competitor was going to be his toughest challenge yet, but he was going to outlast the jackalope so help him! And yet... he groaned as he tensed up, doubling over as both of his arms slid around his stomach. "Ugh." Was all he had that was intelligent to say even as he rooted around in his own roller bag for the book he'd been reading on each flight.

Opening the book, he couldn't even focus on the words on the page much less read them. Black ink ran across the page and seemed to form into some large, congealed mess of blackness that no matter how many times he blinked he just couldn't get himself to try to read the words. Joseph sighed as he sat back in his chair, trying to force himself to make some sense of his book enough to relax. No sense in trying to hurry along the airline, much less get himself in trouble right? He looked down again and already the first word of the first sentence was little more than mush. In one ear and out the other, as the saying goes. His mind was elsewhere, like that gnawing pit in the center of his body that was NOT going away.

A shuffle of movement caught his attention as the rabbit slung his back over his lap and then back across his back, standing with a grunt. Joseph could barely contain how much his heart was singing as he saw that beautiful sight, at least until the jackalope wandered over towards the desk where the cardinal was working. Only a moment passed before the bird looked up, saying something quietly to which the rabbit responded just loud enough for the possum to hear with one of his pink cupped ears.

"Just goin' to the bathroom, miss. Please, I'll only be a few moments." The jackalope turned his head slightly, a green eye focusing on Joseph and audaciously winking towards the male. How dare that rabbit? No, how dare he make the possum sweat and worry, knowing full well that he needed to be on the plane? That everyone else that'd been here needed to be on that plane. Was he really going to make this into some sort of game?

Joseph stood up, half a mind to... to something. His fingers clenched into his hands before he walked over to the same booth again, passing along a quick "Restroom." as the cardinal asked where he was going to. He didn't want to be eliminated and he certainly didn't want the jackalope to think he'd been sly with this little ploy to get the possum to try something. He grabbed his bag and dragged it along with him, even as he approached the door to the bathroom literally just around the corner from the attendant's desk.

As the marsupial opened the door to the bathroom he took in the sight of the white and black checkered tile, the formica tops that tried to look like marble or some other stone, the polished once and then never again metal fixtures, and the various signs of the march of 'technological progress.' Like automatic towel dispensers and hideaway trashcans. Nothing major, but the beat of progress didn't wait for any airports to hold onto antiquities. If it was new, an airport usually had it.

The jackalope was there, at the sinks, doing nothing more than running cold water into his hands before splashing his face. Joseph rocked on his heels for a moment before striding past him as if it'd been natural to come into the bathroom after the rabbit, flicking an eye towards the mirror to watch the rabbit's progress on grooming himself. He stepped into the first urinal possible and unzipped his pants, the marsupial groaning as the stream of yellow rushed out of his dick and spattered against the porcelain.

"Sweating enough yet, bud?" An accented voice asked, which Joseph had to turn his head enough to catch the jackalope leaning on the counter with a cocksure smile on his face. He looked so smug, rubbing his fingers against the front of his flannel shirt as if he was SURE that the possum wouldn't dare respond. "I intend to be on that plane, y'know, and if I have to go through you to get it? So be it. I'll outlast you easily, since you probably skipped your breakfast." A short, derisive laugh at that, one that rang on Joseph's ears as his stomach responded with a growl instead of waiting for his mouth to follow on a quip.

That just got another chuckle from the lapine as he dried his hands, the possum zipping himself back up and walking to the sink. Cold water rushed out in several streams as he put his hands underneath, rubbing some soap along his hands until he was sure they were clean. "Well, I have to go back out there. Nice talking with you... but..." The jackalope shrugged, turning his back on the possum and heading for the door.

Asked later, the possum would never be able to answer as to just what it was about the jackalope that set him off. The smug attitude? The cocksure strut towards the door? The jabs at the possum's plight? Whatever it was, Joseph wasn't letting it go and some deep part of him unlocked a hidden knowledge that he'd never known lay dormant in the back of his mind. Even as the jackalope got to the door, Joseph slithered in behind him like an oiled eel across glass.

His eyes glazed over as the solution to multiple problems presented themselves in one cream-furred package, his tongue running over his lips as he grabbed hold of one of those stupid antlers and yanked the jackalope back into the depths of the bathroom. He stalked all the way towards the handicapped stall before kicking the door open, tossing the jackalope haphazardly in alongside the toilet. Before the rabbit could even get a breath in or a scream out, the possum was yanking a wad of toilet paper free of the dispenser and shoving it into the jackalope's opening mouth to keep his voice from being heard. The lapine choked on the material as it wadded thick across his tongue, already getting turned useless by the natural moisture inside of the rabbit's mouth but it was enough.

Enough time for Joseph's jaws to go wide, showing off that wide maw to the jackalope's face, drool stretched between two sets of matched, coffee-stained teeth and a roll of blueberry scented breath painted across the rabbit's face. He didn't wait any longer before stuffing the rabbit forward by the back of his head shock going through the jackalope's body so that he didn't resist even as he found himself staring down a black chasm of a throat. Drool stuck to the rabbit's features and those muggy, hot breaths were making him sick to his stomach as it seemed like all that ever passed the marsupial's lips was a cup of coffee every morning. Or at least, one had passed through this morning at the very minimum. The antlers were going to prove the most challenging, until the possum had the thought to near literally tear the shirt off the jackalope's back and wrap it around those sharp things. With those safely wrapped, he could tuck those into the back of his throat first, angling the rabbit's head differently to manage the feat.

Fists beat along Joseph's sides now, but like a man possessed the possum wasn't going to have any of that. Not after all the taunts, the teasing from the jackalope. He was getting on that plane today and he was sure to get what he wanted if he just made the problem disappear, right? His first swallow was thick, an audible 'GLUCK' that captured the rabbit's face at the same time the toilet paper gave way and the jackalope could choke it down enough to clear the way for him to shout. Instead, all he got was a muffled noise out from the thick lining of the possum's neck, his head leading the way for the rest of him as noisy, audible swallows and slurps came from the possum's hungry maw.

Once he was sure that the rabbit's head was trapped, he pinned the man's arms to the sides as he worked his cheeks over those shoulders and feeling like he was going to tear something. He didn't, even as those broad shoulders stretched out his neck nearly as wide as the rest of his own body, the scrawny possum wasn't even sure where all that jackalope was going to rest on him. He just knew that he was hungry and that the rabbit was his food. His FOOD. Nothing more at this point, never mind that the jackalope's legs kicked and he struggled to tear himself free of the possum's devil-strong grip. Another loud swallow and the jackalope was up to his navel, head breaching into the acrid pit of stomach that was soon to be his home.

Joseph took savage glee in ripping the jackalope's pants off and down onto the floor of the bathroom, he couldn't imagine what all those buckles and buttons would do to him later. The shirt was another story, the buttons on that were so small and insignificant that he was sure they'd digest sooner or later. Digest. That was what he was going to do to this hapless jackalope, he realized and was shocked to find out that he didn't care. Some predatory virtue of right and wrong had woken in him right alongside the very same beast that was telling him to devour this jackalope whole and alive. After all, the rabbit was prey and he was predator, who was going to tell him otherwise?

If he'd been in front of a mirror, he could've seen it all: his jaws stretched around the rabbit's waist as he tossed his head back and let gravity throw in the assist. The rabbit's hands were now down with the rest of his upper body and they were pushing on all sides even as his face pushed against the surface of the possum's white t-shirt. His features were distorted through the fat and flesh and fabric, but the face was unmistakable. And even more so once the fabric of the possum's shirt gave way and rose up across his stretching dome of stomach as he piled more of the lapine into his body.

Drool dripped down his cheeks as something crossed over his tongue, though he couldn't have guessed what without knowing that somehow the jackalope had gotten overly aroused in the process and released across his tongue. The hangman's finish, as some might have called it, but Joseph wasn't some people. He was just another predator finishing off his prey as those thighs passed between his lips and down his throat, just leaving legs kicking futilely in the air in a last bid for survival. No such reprieve was granted as the possum turned around and sat down on the toilet with a double-weighted thud as his hands reflexively went over his own stomach and started to stroke. Just a few more swallows, toes flexing against his tongue as he closed his mouth and gave that last swallow and sealed the jackalope away.

He'd done it. He could feel the rabbit squirming around inside of him, dumbly registering that the rabbit was actually trying to speak to him through the fleshy prison that was squeezing down around him even now. Begging, Joseph registered after a few moments as he contemplated his next move while automatically reaching for an overlarge hoodie that he occasionally wore from the inside of his wheeled bag. Stuffing himself into it was a chore, but it came with the reassuring concept of just making him seem fat instead of like he, a scrawny-ass possum, had eaten another person whole and alive. His cheeks bulged for a moment before a raucous, disgusting belch escaped his throat as all that trapped air around his morsel vanished in but a few moments.

Digestive acids sloshed and swished around inside of him as he smoothed down the wrinkles of his hoodie, much the same way as he pushed down the struggling and kicking hands that tried to make some sort of dent in his body that'd be visible from the outside. He grabbed hold of his roller bag, walking like a man in a daze as he grabbed hold of the jackalope's bag and slung it over his shoulder as well. Waste not, want not, and the jackalope had been the same size as him roughly. Though he imagined that he'd be soon gaining quite a few pounds, considering... he looked down, now noting just how FAT he looked from the outside.

Walking past the mirror, he couldn't help but stop and admire it, grinning to himself with those yellowed teeth of his shining amid healthy gums. He looked like a crazed lunatic, dressed as he did. Jeans, do-rag, hoodie, and that ungodly smile stretching his lips unnaturally at the moment made him look crazed, but he inhaled and put on his best, most natural grin as he stepped out of the bathroom and towards the counter.

The cardinal behind it recoiled visibly as he leaned over it, his stomach sloshing around its contents as fight died out from inside due to the lack of air. Joseph just offered his best smile and was rewarded as the cardinal stammered that the seat was CERTAINLY his if he'd just board now and not pay her any mind, that'd be great? He laughed, a hollow noise with breath that smelled like jackalope and digestive acid all at once before thanking her, barely noticing that he'd licked his own lips at the taste crossing them. Maybe he'd be back through this airport again and she'd be working? He shook his head as he crossed into the terminal and started descending towards his plane with a confident smile on his face.

He passed by the steward, another rabbit of all things who registered that the possum looked fat but didn't have the cheeks to go with it but thought nothing of it until he caught a whiff of the possum's breath as he asked where an open seat was. The rabbit stammered something and pointed down the aisle, his black-tipped ears cowing downward for a moment before the possum turned away from him and down the plane.

Joseph crossed through the crowded aisles, noting that there was a muted silence aboard the plane. It took the possum a few moments to realize that it wasn't all directed at him, despite the slow, liquid noises coming from inside of his gut as it audibly churned for the first time around its prey. And that's when he heard a matching noise nearby, spying an empty seat next to a raccoon who was trying to stuff his packed taut stomach down beneath a sweater to no avail, it was just too large and the visible limbs were just too awkward to shift around in their present form.

Joseph tossed his bags into the overhead compartment, noticing that there was two bags already in there as well. Likely from the raccoon and his own meal, though it didn't matter at this point. He made sure to lift his arms up just enough that his own sagging gut could just barely peek out from under his hoodie before slumping down into the seat heavily, patting over his own gut. For someone who'd just had his first experience, he was acting as naturally as he could about it.

The raccoon was actually eying him before he turned towards him, sticking a hand up and letting out a quiet burp that still smelled like jackalope though now in a rapidly transitioning state of being. And then he held that same hand out with as cheery a grin as he could manage. "Name's Joseph, what's yers?"

The masked bandit looked at him dimly for a few moments before registering that it was an introduction and blushing accordingly for his lack of social manners. He took the offered hand in his own black-furred clutches. "It's Wallace. Uh. Wally t' my friends." Another southern twang came from the coon's lips, though a touch different to Joseph's own. Cajun, perhaps? "You, uh..." He paused, looking around before whispering hushedly. "Y' pred too?"

Joseph drummed his fingers across his taut middle at the question, licking his lips showily before giving the raccoon an elbow in the ribs. "Ya even need t' ask?" He chuckled as quietly as he could as he strapped the seatbelt around his waist as the light came on, although he seriously had to work to get the fabric to stretch across his broadened horizons. He leaned himself back, kicking his legs forward until he could stretch himself out enough to get comfortable. "Mmh... but it's my first one, if that's yer second question."

"Oh. Uh. It's m' second, ya see this guy he was just..." He stopped as Joseph held up a hand, silencing him with a finger across his lips. Another belch, this time from both bloated gluttons and the shared breath linged in the air between them like a handshake.

"Naw, none of that... y' just tell me..." Joseph casually eyed the raccoon, his wormtail flicking around a few moments before settling down. "Where we're gonna eat next. M' last stop is Rapid City... you?"

"Y-yeah, me too." Wally looked a little bolder, though he kept that shy demeanor of his despite the bolstered confidence. "Gonna be starting a new life there, though..." He paused, looking down. "A few pounds thicker, maybe."

"Well, same here, same here... I guess we'll have to keep in touch, won't we?" Joseph leaned back, winking an eye closed as the smile touched his lips.

"Yeah, we will!" The raccoon smiled cheerfully, glad to have made a friend so quickly.

An untapped world stretched before Joseph and it just made him smile as he cozied up for a well-deserved nap for the hour-long flight ahead of him. Whatever he'd done? It was worth it, knowing that now he had a friend along for the ride with him.