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"Awww c'mon, now's not the time fer this bullpucky!" The raccoon man struggled with his belt, not in the least bit interested in taking caution at the fact bullets were tucked into every inch of it. Every shift of his hands just made his bulbous middle (large enough one might assume the man was pregnant) slosh as the fully processed mass within grew eager for release. He groaned in discomfort as his gut released a massive gurgle, before finally feeling that satisfied relieving of pressure as his belt buckle gave way. Not as good as the relief to come, but a good start!

"Alright! Time fer mah 'Pail Slide' technique!" The brown-furred cowboy joked to himself as he stormed into the outhouse, not even bothering to shut the door. If anyone had any complaints, they could just eat his gun. That was Tennessee Kid Cooper's answer to 90% of his problems. The other 10% was eating them. As this would-be bandit had found out... he had no idea who he was trying to hold up. It hadn't taken long at all for Tennessee to disarm him after a feigned surrender... and unfortunately, Tennessee happened to be very hungry. Rather than shoot him as was customary, the raccoon had simply devoured the would-be thief the same way an anacoonda would have.

"They all end up in the dirt either way." The raccoon chuckled, seating himself on the crude seat within the lonely outhouse's confines. Fortunately, he had no pants to remove, opting to run around without them like most of his family did. All that said, it was an uncomfortable seat... he would have done his business in the bushes, but he was supposed to be a gentleman despite his rough nature.

His gut gave a loud gurgle as his muscles instinctively responded, his packed bowels eager to release what was left of the poor bastard he'd wolfed down the day before. Breathing deeply to himself and making sure that fluffy tail of his was out of the way, he began to push. All those muscular ripples actually caused his muzzle to be parted by a deep belch forcing its way up from his stomach, likely the last breaths of his victim. He smacked his lips at the taste... he was a pretty delicious coyote! Then again, they always did tend to be... he rubbed his swollen abdomen as he reminisced on all the thugs who met their end within...

He let out a sudden gasp of pleasure, his thoughts interrupted as he felt that tight pucker of his begin to yawn open, an incredibly thick log of waste starting to squeeze out of his guts and back into the world. The coyote had been rather handsome... he regretted not making the coyote's rump sore before devouring him, but it seemed the coyote was going to make the raccoon's that way instead... he grunted, the last of the foot-long log falling into the pit below. As this went on, the outlaw's thick maleness lazily gushed forth an incredible stream of urine, having absorbed more than what he needed in water from the coyote's body. And now, it was all being pissed out, coating the remains of past meals below, and creating a large puddle that the rest of the coyote's former body would soon be deposited in.

He had many more pieces of crap where that came from, and regretted not having brought something to read... Cooper's ears perked as he grinned, gazing downward. It appeared that painful yet pleasing sensation of such a large amount of waste leaving his body had gotten him excited.

"Ah!" He nearly jumped in place, a much larger log lewdly applying pressure to his prostate enough to get him at full mast - a foot long and incredibly thick to boot (there was more than just his demeanor that made him popular with the ladies... and some guys as well). He wasn't in need of either of his hands at the moment, having already relieved his bladder... so he gave a confident smirk as both of his gloved hands wrapped around his cock, churring to himself as a blush spread across his cheeks, pumping away as his gut started to slowly shrink, shuddering from the stimulation of both his fat cock and his stretched anus depositing more digested muck below.

After about ten minutes, his gut was nearly flat once more... most of the bulge was now simply fat that he had gained from such a rich meal. Those disgusting contents were now all piled beneath that round ass of his, steaming from having been within the hot, slimy confines of the predatory man's body.

Tennessee gritted his teeth as he felt one last blockage... it was much thicker than any log that had come before it... and certainly had a different texture! It did not take him long to get an idea of what it was, but he continued to push in an attempt to fully empty his digestive tract.He let out an almost-submissive groan as his ass was stretched incredibly wide by something as big as a man's head - appropriate, as it was the coyote's mostly-intact skull that Tennessee's tight pucker was kissing goodbye to. Just as soon as it slipped out (massaging his prostate in the process) landing with a lewd thud on the pile below, the pressure sent him over the edge, the raccoon's cocktip flaring up as he let out a deep groan of bliss. Hot, thick ropes of Cooper seed made a high pressure exit, splashing on the walls as well as the ground outside as a result of the door not having been shut completely (the pressure strong enough to swing it back open).

Tennessee's tongue lolled out of his mouth as he slouched in his seat, his eyes rolled into the back of his head. He enjoyed devouring people who messed with him... but he loved shitting them back out just as much. He snickered, rubbing his middle as he got back up to his feet... he had no need to wipe, as his tight, pink little tailstar (which had reverted to its prior tightness with no issue) seemed to be able to dispose of meals without any of the leftover mess... even his bowel movements were gentlemanly.

Readjusting his belt, Tennessee walked forward, before turning to look at the seat. He took a whiff... unfortunately for the poor coyote, he didn't smell anywhere near as good coming back out as he did going in! He snickered, before turning his head forward again. Giving his ass a triumphant smack for having reduced the coyote to fertilizer as it had any ordinary meal, he walked out of the outhouse with an extra bounce in his step, whistling a pleased tune... pausing as his ears picked up the sound of another person, his hand instinctively reaching for his gun.

Opening his eyes, he relaxed his posture as he saw a young armadillo male the latter's muzzle dripping with raccoon semen, having been hit as a result of Tennessee's excretory orgasm.

"Eh heh... howdy!"