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Cracking a bottle to watch the sun set over the dirt and dust was right about the perfect way to spend the night. Obadiah gazed out at the silence of his rural homestead. Sitting on the front porch of his rural home, he listened to the summer songs of the insects while the shadows descended over everything. There never was much action out there, but that was the way the young possum liked it. It seemed hardly a week passed without another big shootout or robbery in the towns those days. Outlaws roamed the lands, lurking in every corner but for his humble hovel, but he remained safe until that very night.

It started as a thump. Such a sound was so out of place on a night like that he stood right up out of his chair. Then there came an approaching cacophony in the form of distressed snorts and neighs and thundering hooves. The approach of a stranger seemed to bring the darkness. Moonlight illuminated the scene of the heavyset hyena and the panicked horse she was clinging to, completely bareback. It was a valiant effort that eventually proved impossible when the stranger took a tumble in the dirt just in front of the possum's property. It wasn't until she picked herself up and dusted herself off that Obie realized he recognized her.

That was no stranger, but the very same face he'd seen on the many posters all around town. Margret the outlaw had found his quiet little home, and she certainly didn't respect the little fence she could easily hop over. It was more meant to keep out the wild strays rather than people anyway. He never anticipated the need to worry about bandits when he had so little worth taking, but she wasn't there for his stuff. Charging towards him with a fiery desperation in her eye made him realize he was sitting on the perfect little shelter for a criminal looking for a place to hide and lose the heat on her back.

There was only one thing to do. It was time to abandon his post and flee to the inside of his home, which at least had a lock on the door. He slammed it shut to make it abundantly clear he wasn't welcoming visitors at that hour, flinging the bolt into place while the stomping footfalls of the approaching hyena continued. The door was good for about one second of shelter from the outlaw on his front step. Margret threw her shoulder into it and shattered the wood with ease. Obie was left to screech his alarm while he protected himself from the splinters flying through the air.

She barrelled directly into him while he was off guard. It wasn't just his home she was after. Outweighing him probably three times over, she tackled him with ease, bringing him straight down to the floor so hard the whole room shook. A picture on the wall fell and shattered from the impact alone. He was pinned and smothered beneath a great, fat, solid hyena all covered in the sweat of exertion that came with her apparent daring escape. His initial panic grew more confused the longer he lingered in the cloud of musk that cast a haze over his every sense. Margret gave him a distinctive hyena snicker when she saw the look on his face.

"Now just where do you think you're going, sweet boy? You're going to stay right there and help me take care of things. Narrowly getting away always gets me all kinds of worked up, you know?"

"Hey now, woah now!" was Obie's initial process. He might have been wearing an expression that bordered on terrified, but he wasn't without his objections. "What did you do to my door? You can't just come charging in here like that!"

"I can and I did." Margret grinned. "And now you're gonna entertain me while I lie low for a while."

Obie opened his mouth as if to offer further protest, but she shut him right up with nothing more than a look. It was a brief pause in her mischievous grin to cast him a darker glare that lasted only a second or two. That was enough. She told him all about the consequences for misbehaving without needing to say a single word. Those teeth weren't just for show. He swallowed hard, trying not to breathe too deeply lest he knock himself out on her wafting essence, her potent musk of sweat and lust alike, and simply clutched his hands together beneath his chin while he nervously submitted to her dastardly whims.

"Good boy. Now let's get those clothes off of you."

Margret had the same regard for his clothing as she did for his door. She sat on his legs while she reached down to snatch him by the shirt, pulling him from the floor for as long as it took to shred through the fabric. He felt her claws mark his skin here and there while she utterly ruined everything he was wearing, ripping it right off his body and tossing it aside. She was licking her chops the whole while, nearly drooling on him just at the sight of that slender, feminine possum being revealed before her.

"Ooh. So cute. What are you doing all out here on your own, poss boy? You should be working the brothels with a cute body like that."

He spoke the first syllable of a response that grew instead into a whimper when she dragged his pants off of him. Of course she was going to notice that he was ever so slightly turned on. Not firm, but filled out enough to look bigger than usual. Getting pushed around by a bigger, strong woman had a way of doing that to him, no matter how dire the circumstances might have been. She grinned extra hugely at that, flashing those fangs brightly while she went for it. Wrapping her meaty fingers around his soft cock was the quickest way to get him to firm up for her with little more than a light grip and a stroke.

"Uh huh. Thought so. Must get real boring way out here on your own. I bet you been dreaming about some scary bitch like me kicking down your door for a while now."

The muted expression Obie gave in response, with his lips pursed and his eyes shifting off to the side was as good as a confession. She took him by the wrists after briefly teasing his dick, wrenching his arms up so he could help her dress down to the same level as the naked, squirming possum beneath her. How much assistance he actually managed to provide was questionable, but eventually Margret managed to work through the buckles and straps that kept her outfit in place. After that it was just a matter of putting on a stripshow for her nervous little captive.

She culminated the reveal of her plump, tufty body by swiping the bandana right from around the possum's neck. That made for the perfect washcloth to soak up some of the sweat that had accumulated between her breasts, or in the thick patch of dark fur under each of her arms. She tossed it back in his face when she was done with a wet smack of drenched fabric, leaving him feebly scrambling to get it off before he suffocated beneath a wave of hyena musk. Even so, her sweat was clinging to him, and the heat of her arousal seemed to fill every single inch of his small home. He knew what she wanted.

Once she was done kicking off her boots, Margret leaned down over Obie to get right in his face. That had the effect of squishing her whole perspiration-covered body onto his, completely burying him beneath her bulk. He all but vanished underneath her, smothered and pinned, trapped between her tits while she kissed him on the forehead and licked him behind an ear. Just a single slurp left a thick trail of rich hyena spit all over his head, dripping down and soaking into his hair while she drooled on him.

"Tasty boy, ain't ya? Well, I hope you taste as well as you, uh, taste, because I have a burning need that needs some satisfying. I'd ride your dick but I feel I'd probably just break your hips. Maybe bring the whole damn house down around us while I'm at it."

She snickered again, wiggling back to give him a tiny bit of breathing room. That didn't last long. Margret got greedy, snatching him by the braids to yank him towards her chest once more. They always did make such good handles. First she pressed him into her bust, smothering him between them, shoving his head in tight until he finally seemed to get the idea. His licks started tentative, lapping up a generous dose of sweat, but he grew more obedient in time. Maybe it was just how nervous he was. Maybe thinking about lapping up the salty perspiration of a huge, horny outlaw was the kind of thing that made the humble possum squirm at night.

Either way, Margret sighed her satisfaction as she slowly shoved him to the side so he could vanish in the forest of her armpit. The thick unkempt fur there was perfect for catching her scent, saturating him with hyena while he sniffed his way in deep. Once he was nestled comfortably, he served her with some good, through tongue-work, drooling a little himself as he really got going on her. He worked until his head was spinning, but that didn't stop him. Margret had to pry him out from under her arm just to remind him to breathe again, though she wasn't saving him from himself out of mercy. She just wanted equal attention to her other sweaty underarm.

After that, she shoved him on his back again with a powerful thud. It knocked him senseless for a moment, but he was tougher than he looked. Which wasn't saying much, but he didn't complain. She rocked back to sit between his legs, squishing the curves of her spotty ass over his thighs while she pushed her bare paws right in his face. Her eager approach resulted in almost kicking him while she mashed those soaked paw pads into his muzzle. He really had no choice but to kiss them, and then to lick and clean them of all the accumulated sweat that came with her rough lifestyle. Whenever he tended to one, she made sure to rub the other all over his face, effectively marking him as her good little footslut while she drenched him.

If anything, he was just making her hotter and sweatier with all his attention. She was wet enough by then to leave her juices glistening on her inner thighs. While she dominated him, she simply couldn't help but reach down and rub herself, shoving her fingers into the dark tuft around her steaming pussy. Another stroke of the possum's cock was perhaps her considering if he could satisfy her. Maybe, with enough effort on her part. He was willing to put in his best to make sure her every need was fulfilled, but she was in an apparently greedy mood. After he'd worked over nearly every single detail of her paws, worshipping every pad, cleaning between every toe, she began to climb up over him once more, palms pressed firmly to his shoulders, eyes locked with his own.

Obie could hardly blink when she was staring him down like that. There was such hunger in her gaze. It made him flinch just to look at her, but he couldn't look away. A long stand of drool fell down to splash onto his face while she appeared to ponder what to do with him next. She didn't have to think about it long. Holding him in place, she lifted a meaty leg to reverse her straddle and simply back herself up right onto his face. He couldn't do a thing about it even when he feared just a little for his life with all the weight of the great big hyena coming down on him all at once.

She sat on his face just right to take full advantage of his stunned, awed expression, letting his open muzzle wrap right around the slathered lips of her sex while she settled those spotty cheeks on either side of his head. Making a seat out of him meant most of his upper body was completely hidden beneath her in that intensely deep smother. His cock stood up extra stiff for her by then. He was dripping a little, perfect for teasing while she started humping his face. Thumbing at the bead of precum atop that smooth black shaft, she smeared up his dick and stroked it wetly while she took everything she wanted from him. At least she had some trace of generosity.

Eating his way out of that situation was going to take the greatest tricks of his tongue he'd ever utilized. Obie knew how to eat a pussy but it rarely felt like a survival scenario to do so. He stuck his tongue out and started slurping right away, quivering in pleasure while she jerked him off, refusing to move even slightly from her all-encompassing position. Grinding on his muzzle as much as his tongue, she took him slightly inside of her, drenching him in the heated scent of horny hyena while she pleasured him right back. Her efforts might have been a little half-hearted, more teasing him than jerking him off, but it was just as effective at driving him to the brink after not long at all beneath her great big rear. Maybe it was the lack of air that accelerated his pleasure to a near finish so quickly.

Margret wasn't about to just let him blow just yet. Not before she got everything she wanted out of him. Humping, bucking, grinding on his muzzle so hard it felt like she might very well send him through the floor and into the basement below, she rode him like a stolen horse until she started moaning and even cackling her pleasure atop her new bandit throne. Bouncing up and down on him eventually did result in his pointed muzzle getting slurped right inside her sex, wedged between those puffy lips and swimming in her juices. He drank them from inside her while she made a sex toy of him, losing herself in the ecstasy he brought her with his precise, firm, frantically swiping tongue tasting her every inner inch.

"Goooood boy!" she cried with an oddly motherly coo, squeezing his shaft tight as she rocked her way to a messy finish atop his face.

Suffocating soon felt less of a threat than simply drowning once the hyena opened the floodgates on his face. She could truly squirt, gushing right into his open mouth as she climaxed amid a cacophony of wicked laughter. He swallowed her juices and wore the rest, letting them soak into his fur, splattering from his chest to his ears. His hair was drenched, his nose was clogged, and he was close to passing out beneath her before long. That was probably what made him cum so incredibly hard for her in the middle of her own climax.

In a way he was thankful she was sitting on him so firmly. It meant she muffled what would have been a truly embarrassing possum scream when he hit that point of no return. His shaft throbbed and bulged hard in her grasp without her hardly even needing to do much about it. He just went off all on his own, fuelled by the oversaturation of concentrated hyena in his senses. Swimming in her juices, caught up in the clenches of her cunt, he squirted for her until he'd painted himself from belly to chest, and laid plenty more ropes of possum spunk to trickle down the rounded rise of her belly too.

His hips jumped up and down all on their own while he madly twitched all throughout his orgasm. Even when she'd drained him dry he kept on flexing for her, locked in that state of pleasure for as long as he was smothered beneath her. Only when Margret finally began to pull up off his face and slip him out from inside her did he calm back down. Panting, steaming in a puddle of hyena juices and his own cum, sweating, drooling a little, he looked up at her with a blank expression, as if she was hardly even really there. For a moment it might have been a little alarming, but a little nudge to his side from Margret made it clear he was only playing possum by the way he squirmed to her slightest touch.

"Look at you," she simply teased, beaming brightly and reaching for him with big greedy mitts.

He didn't resist her in the slightest when she snatched him up from the puddle to pull him against her chest once more, rolling over with him so he was on top of her instead. Cradled in her arms, pillowed by her bust, snug with his shaft rubbing into her belly fur, he recovered in her surprisingly tender grasp while she petted him and stroked his spine. Sometimes she gave a little playful tug of his tail but her touches were largely soothing and gentle while he panted in her face and she puffed hot breath right back. She made for a good pillow, if a musky one, reminding him every moment how much her scent was rubbing off on him just by presence alone.

"Admit it," she chided, tickling him under the chin. "You liked that."

He wriggled a little at her touch, still catching his breath. His words were broken up by steamy huffs, but he simply couldn't lie to her.

"I guess I did. You're not quite what I expected."

"Ain't that right. Don't get too used to it, though. You put me in a good mood. Enjoy it while it lasts."

Obie really couldn't say whether that was a bit of teasing or a genuine threat from the unhinged outlaw. He didn't get a chance to question her before she pulled him into a kiss with a firm but slow application of force. She eased him to her dark lips and locked tightly with his own, catching him up in the sloppy smooch. It didn't take her long to slip him some tongue. As best she could anyway. It was simply too big to fully fit in his mouth, so she was content to make a drooly mess of his lips and lick his cheeks between lengthy wet smooches. All the while, she clutched his cute butt to push him closer and closer to his muzzle, bathing him in the heat of her slightly shuddered breaths. Something still had her worked up by the way she couldn't seem to fully calm down.

Eventually she curled her tongue under his chin, tipping his muzzle upwards so she could take a long lick down his throat. He gasped as she did, coughing a bit at the excess drool he ended up swallowing. Her grip tightened and her licks intensified, whopping up and down his entire face before long, soaking him even further. His hair was matted down to his face, braids hanging heavy with the saturation. She flashed him a grin after that, which was all the more imposing from so close up. What was even more frightful was seeing those interlocked teeth part once more, and the great black gape of her throat drawing nearer as she moved in to overtake him in a single soft chomp.

The thing he feared most in that moment was feeling his fangs digging into him. When she managed to suck his entire head into her maw in a single juicy homph, he then had to contend with the fact that he was so deeply immersed in the maw of an unscrupulous beast three times his size. He was pretty sure he heard her belly rumbling. Or maybe he just felt it, pressed so close as he was. As much as he stiffened at first to the thought, the lingering daze and the heat of her presence had an oddly calming effect. He didn't see what was so bad about the circumstances, even when she used that grip on his fine ass to feed him deep into her jaws, slipping and sliding his narrow shoulders past her lips.

From there she made a piece of candy out of him, suckling deep around that curvy creature until he was utterly immersed in all the drool he helped inspire. She slipped him back and forth in the process of sucking on his upper body, inching his middle into her jaws a little more with each pump. He was swimming inside her, steaming in her breath, getting closer and closer to the excess heat of her body. It was sweltering, but as relaxing as a sauna. He didn't object, he didn't protest, though he certainly gave a share of squirms when her great big tongue strayed down between his thighs. He twitched and gave some cries inside her throat, but nothing about his reaction seemed like it was a reaction to being swallowed.

Margret was really gulping him by then, stuffing his head down into her slimy gullet, bathing him in the juices of her hunger, the heat of the cauldron that awaited him below. He could hear it gurgling for him. She was anticipating his arrival. Kneading her throat all around his body in a massage of needy peristalsis, she dragged him further in, slurping him like a noodle. His shaft and balls alike caressed along her tongue as he went, bringing more whimpers and cries from him, along with some less flattering possum sounds. That was all effectively hidden inside the hungry hyena's body. She wrapped him up and tucked him away like she was putting him to bed, and he settled down accordingly.

When he was nothing more than a pair of drool-soaked legs sticking out of her maw, she tilted her head back to give him that long, satisfying final swallow. She packed his paws away before she finished with his tail. That made for the perfect little noodle to finish off her meal with a wiggle of a slurp. Spit flew in all directions as she polished him off with a satisfying ULP, letting that final flourish resonate all through his body and her own alike. She puffed and mmmmed around him, vibrating him on the way down while the air grew more and more inhospitable to him on the way down.

It wasn't exactly the most welcoming place to be, touching down in her belly like that. The air was wet and choking, it was slimy and already sloshing, even hissing with the urge to digest him. Yet after her total domination of his girly self, he could do little more than curl up and accept whatever she wanted to do with him. He made a cozy possum ball in her bulging gut, wrapped up tight by the wet flesh that hugged him from all sides. It soothed him and rocked him back and forth until he forgot all about the fact that he'd been eaten by a hyena. He was right where he needed to be.

"That's right," she told him, patting the outlined shape of the cute possum inside her with her flat palm. That small touch was enough to churn up something truly fierce. It erupted from her open jaws with a spatter of spit, further soaking the wall. "Urrrrralp! Good boy. Just settle in there and go to sleep. I'll take care of you. So generous of you to offer me this little hideout, and a great dinner too."

Obie slumped down more and more as he took her suggestion to heart, even if it was only half-heard down in the caustic embrace of her rising digestives. Something tingled somewhere where it soaked past his fur and to his skin, but he didn't really notice. He was already sighing his way into total submission, sinking to the very bottom of Margret's belly, giving up any last trace of his resistance. It wasn't slumber that crept over him. Something much more permanent made him stop moving after spending several minutes stewing inside her sloppy belly. Another soft belch spelled the end of him.

Margret kneaded him for a while just to make sure she'd felt every last one of his twitches, and then she too slumped down, satisfied. His bed was much too small for someone like her so she ended up just sprawling out on the floor with a stolen pillow to finish digesting the homeowner. She could hide for as long as she felt was necessary, and in the meantime she got to enjoy a precious, innocent thing melting away and making her fatter. Fuelling her body and her belches alike, Obie served to keep the reign of terror that was Margret's crime spree going. Not even that peaceful, isolated lifestyle could keep him safe from such dangerous, domineering predators like her.