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Gawjo slammed his empty beer glass onto the bar, making the old wooden thing rattle considerably.

"Hmph. Another one!"

The green, heavyset crocodile looked over at the barman expectedly. The barman, a grey wolf, took his time to finish serving his other patrons before pacing over to his end of the bar.

It was really his end, too; when he sat down at his favourite barstool, nobody dared sit next to him, or even near him. He was there to drink, and drink he did.

"You know the drill. Payment up front." The barman said, trying his best not to meet Gawjo's gaze.

Gawjo drunkenly fumbled through his back pockets before fishing out some crumpled-up bills. With a grin, he plopped them down on the bar.

"Another one... Please." he stumbled out.

The barman shrugged, grabbed the bills, and went to refill his glass. Both Gawjo and the person serving him drinks had lost count of exactly how many beers he'd ordered, but they were both very used to that by now. When the grey wolf turned around, however, something he wasn't used to had happened.

Someone was sitting next to him.

Gawjo looked up as, from the other side of the room, a white horse sauntered into view. This horse, tall and markedly muscular, gave a smarmy grin and plopped down into the seat next to the croc.

"Hey there. Name's John." he said. "Mind getting something to drink for the two of us?"

It was patently obvious this John fellow knew absolutely nothing about how being social in this bar worked- Namely, if you want to talk to Gawjo, don't.

He responded to this by snarling. "Hey, John... Mind getting lost?"

John frowned for a second. "Well, maybe after a drink or two..."

"Drinks? Pay for your own damn drinks."

The horse looked rather angry, yet his words sounded deceptively cheery. "Have it your way. You'll regret not having a drink with your old friend John!" He laughed and walked off, sauntering over to another group of people to pester.

Gawjo grunted. "Fucker." He then took a big, long swig of his new beer.

It didn't take him long at all to finish his most recent pint. After this one, he started to notice that he was seeing double of everything, a good sign that he should stop; plus, he was almost out of cash.

"See you tomorrow" the two strangely identical barmen said as Gawjo stumbled onto his feet and slowly walked towards the door.

And thus began the long walk home. It was mostly long because one had to take the walk very slowly if one had been drinking as much as Gawjo had, but at the very least it was familiar to him. The streets were mostly deserted this late at night, making for a quiet and dark trip, only the streetlights providing their weak glow. Only a handful of people passed by him on the street, and apart from a strange, occasional movement in the corner of his eye, everything was still.

He soon stumbled his way into one of his better shortcuts, this one going through a back alley to get to the other side of the block. At that point, something the inebriated the world over knew about happened: Nature called.

He looked around him cautiously before grunting, shrugging, and turning towards the dark alley wall. With only a modicum of fumbling, he managed to unzip his pants, and then he properly adjusted himself. He sighed as a yellow stream tumbled forth from him onto the ground, the piss lasting a good ten seconds...

However, in the middle of it came a noise that definitely wasn't the sound of his urine splattering against the wall.

"Hey. Fucker."

Gawjo sluggishly turned his head at the noise. He recognized that voice from somewhere...

"Eh? Wha?" he said, growling.

"You should have bought me a drink while you had the chance."

Out of the shadows stepped a familiar figure- John. The horse had a mad glint in his eye, and he looked ready to pounce at a moment's notice.

Gawjo grunted and turned to face him. "Now why's that?"

"Because I'm getting a drink either way. With your money." John squinted his eyes, and suddenly, he reached into his pants and pulled out a switchblade, swooping it around to point the sharp end at the crocodile menacingly. "Give it over!"

This made Gawjo jump... But only a little. He'd seen worse. "Oh yeah?" he slurred out. "You'll have to take it from my dead body."

"Grr..." John was none too pleased by this resistance. "I'm getting that drink even if I kill you! Fucker!" With a yell, he lunged towards Gawjo with all his weight.

His lunge was suddenly mitigated greatly by a punch in the stomach. John yelped from Gawjo's advance, stumbling forwards and failing to stab him. Gawjo stepped to the side, but John quickly regained his wits, swiping viciously.

The knife only landed a minor cut along his forearm, but John whinnied victoriously. However, the croc's skin was thicker than he expected, so he went in for another stab. Gawjo gave him a kick in the side before he could do anything, however, and the horse reeled backwards.

Gawjo took this opportunity for a lunge of his own, trying to grapple with the horse. This time, John reacted with a punch, stunning him for a second. This second was all the horse needed to overpower him, the two of them soon stumbling forwards and falling, John's knife sailing towards the croc.

Gawjo yelped and grabbed John's stabbing arm, the horse now on top of him. Pushing back, it became a test of strength, that knife-holding arm getting closer and farther to his neck. The switchblade drew closer to him...

Until he kneed John in the groin, of course. John yelped, and in the second Gawjo got, he yanked John's arm to his side. The knife went clattering across the ground, soon disappearing into the darkness. John looked to the side, nickering angrily, and tried to reach to his side for the lost knife... But this was John's undoing.

Gawjo used this momentum to roll hard, making the two of them tumble on the ground. A second later, he was on top of the horse, straddling him. Before John could struggle, Gawjo punched him hard in the muzzle. John screamed, and one of his teeth flew, as the punch connected. The croc punched him in the face again and again, quickly getting the absolute upper hand over the bloody and dazed stallion.

John gurgled meekly. "Urrrgh... Stop! You win!"

Gawjo laughed. "Damn right." He slowly got up off the horse, looking down at him.

John groaned and slowly tried to get to his hooves... But Gawjo had other ideas. The croc slowly turned around, letting John attempt to get up, before suddenly dropping his rear down on him.

The impact made a dazed John even more so. He couldn't handle the weight of the oversized crocodile, yelping and struggling weakly under the weight. But his struggles only made Gawjo chuckle, and he slowly started to grind his ass hard against the defeated horse.

John could do nothing but bear the humiliation. "Ack... Hey...!"

"Did you think I'd let you go, you piece of shit?" Gawjo said, sneering.

"No! Please...!"

"Oh, shut up."

Gawjo rode up John's body, soon smushing the horse's face into his behind. John let out muffled cries as Gawjo grabbed a hold of his legs. Soon, he undid the horse's pants, forcibly taking them off his body despite John's weak kicking.

Tossing the pants aside, Gawjo soon worked on getting off that shirt. The horse was quite muscular under there, making Gawjo smirk. So strong, yet he fell so easily... He licked his lips. Ah, protein.

Still sitting on the defeated horse's face, he grabbed those hooves and gave them a teasing lick. They didn't taste good, but he was sure the rest of the horse did... This action made John squirm all the more under him. Not that Gawjo cared.

Opening wide, he shoved those hooves right into his long snout, snapping down and gulping. Slowly, he felt the back of his throat stretch to accommodate the things. Huffing through his nostrils, he gulped once more.

Slowly, inch by inch, the stripped-down horse began to enter Gawjo's gullet. He curled forwards as he ate, stomach squishing against John's toned middle, and the horse soon had to curl in order to be both under that ass and in that mouth...

The legs went down soon enough. He stretched his jaws wide at those thighs, grunting as he gulped and stretched. Those pinned legs filled out his gullet from top to bottom, soon pressing open the entrance to the stomach... John's final resting place.

As he was being eaten, the horse slipped forwards. As Gawjo gulped and sucked closer to the horse's groin, he slipped out from under that rear. John gasped and sputtered, flailing as best as he could... But he was already stuck.

"What are you doing? Stop! Please...!"

Gawjo failed to heed John's words. He just gulped some more, now up to his pelvis. John was a stallion, and he was hung like stallions were, so when he felt that thing press against the roof of Gawjo's mouth, John shuddered and whimpered. And he only slipped further inside as he gulped down...

The only thing John saw from his perspective was the bottom of Gawjo's snout. But slowly, his perspective changed as Gawjo worked on his middle. This was the slowest part of the whole thing, his jaws stretched to their limits, gullet utterly full of horsemeat. The horse's six-pack gave a good visual gradation of his being eaten, each depression in his chest slowly disappearing past those stretched jaws.

"Are you... Eating me? What the hell, man? Please...!"

John was a bit slow to the uptake as he watched his body slip into Gawjo. The croc didn't react at all to his pleas, only continuing to savor his meal. John's chest slowly pushed against his gullet, his legs now curling up inside that sizable gut. Gawjo soon roughly grabbed John's arms, which were flailing uselessly, and pinned them to his sides.

He stretched only a bit wider to accommodate those arms, really jamming them against his chest. The horse was now well and truly helpless, his limbs immobile, pressed so tightly against the crocodile's fleshy walls. Slowly, with inevitable pace, he gulped and swallowed. Soon, Gawjo was holding John in the air, hunched over the remainder of his chest, fighting gravity still to get him down.

"Ack... Help! Help!" John screamed, as he looked around himself to see only his shoulders and green jaws. However, not a soul answered his calls. Gawjo continued to eat his meal.

John's shoulders were wide, making him really strain to fit them in his maw. But by putting John in a tight, uncomfortable position, Gawjo made him fit. Slowly, those shoulders themselves slipped past his jaws, leaving the neck and head exposed. John shook his head in all directions, but his range of motion became more and more limited as Gawjo gulped...

Soon, there was no motion. John was half-way into Gawjo's gut, and his head was framed by a set of sharp teeth.

"All I wanted... Was a drink..." he whimpered out.

Gawjo grunted incompassionately.

"Don't do this, man... Mmmmph!"

John's words were cut off as Gawjo pressed his maw down, compressing the horse's jaws together and rendering him incapable of speech. Soon, the horse's vision of the outside world diminished until it was gone, replaced by the inky blackness of the stomach.

Gawjo closed his jaws slowly and gulped. He rubbed his throat, distended beyond belief, as he felt that bulge slide down, curling up in his gut. And thus it was done.

He rubbed his belly and groaned as he felt the horse push it outwards. He just sat there for a few moments, stomach riding across the ground, and admired his handiwork. Sure, he had a few bruises, and a few shallow cuts, but look at the prize! His meal, high in protein, meant he didn't have to spend money on food for quite a while. He grinned and let out a sizable belch as he shifted his stance.

Slowly, uneasily, he tried to get up on his feet. The drink and the prey alike made this difficult, but he soon wobbled to his feet, bracing himself against the wall. He patted his gut and waddled off to the other end of the alley.

He stopped for a second as he felt John wriggle in there, sending him off-balance. The air the horse kicked up soon grumbled inside there, culminating in a loud, boisterous UUUURRRRRRP. Gawjo huffed in appreciation for such an emanation, and continued home.

Already, the horse was digesting, giving him quite the case of bad gas. As Gawjo stumbled his way home, he let out burps and farts alike with great force. The occasional person passing him by this late at night looked on in fear, disgust, or both, usually trying to pass the croc by as fast as possible.

Gawjo didn't mind, though. It kept anyone else from bugging him. And so he waddled, burped, and farted his way home. The first hurdle to getting into his house was the front doorway; the horse made quite the sizable bulge, larger than the width of the thing. The squirming inside his stomach intensified as he pushed and shoved his way through into his house, shaping the bulge into a different shape in order to fit through.

He stumbled into his house, wheezing and panting from the exertion. He let out a window-rattling belch before closing the door behind him and slowly walking to the other side. Every step of the way, he wobbled and sloshed with his stomach's contents. Only muffled shouts and gurgling could be heard from the organ as he plodded into his bedroom.

He plopped onto his bed belly-first, making the bulge compress and shift. He groaned and rubbed his belly slowly, trying to get the thing to settle down. This only resulted in more belches and at least one loud fart, making him grumble.

He pressed his head against his gut. He could feel the soft shapes of a curled-up horse body inside; it seems digestion was already working its softening magic. He grinned and chuckled to himself as he gave it a slow pat. The shape inside of him shifted slightly as it churned, making him groan to himself. Ah, what a night...

But in his state, he could only stay awake for so long, and his belly rubs slowed and eventually stopped as he drifted off to a very sound sleep, the horse inside him digesting all night long.

* * *

It was just another evening for a certain grey wolf at the bar. However, he did note one of his most regular patrons, Gawjo, was currently missing. Even if he was gone, no other patron even dared sit at the crocodile's usual end of the bar, making the barman chuckle to himself as he served drinks to people sitting at the other side.

Just as he concluded that Gawjo must not be coming today, he saw the door open. Coming through was a familiar face... With a bit of an unfamiliar body. Gawjo's middle was pushing against the doorframe, shirt not even barely covering up that massive scaled gut. With a grunt, he pushed through, making the barman widen his eyes in surprise.

Wordlessly, Gawjo walked over to his usual spot, belly swaying. One could make out faint bulges in that middle... But not much more. He plopped down on the stool, the thing creaking worryingly under him, and he grinned.

"Evening, Gawjo." the barman said. "What happened to you, eh?" He asked that both in reference to the belly and in reference to the bruises, but luckily Gawjo had the same answer for both.

"Nothing bad at all." Gawjo said, laughing.

"I can tell. You're in a good mood."

"Sure am! UUUURRRAAAP. You wanna know why?"

"Hit me."

Gawjo lifted two fingers. "Tonight, I'm gonna be drinking for two."

"Oh, are you now?"

"Yep." Gawjo reached under his gut to get into his pants pocket, His belly rumbled as he plopped a wad of cash on the bar. "For John! Hah!"

The barman nodded, took the bills, and went to fill a pair of beers. "For John."