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FAMILY NIGHT, the sign outside the bar said.

In the bar's front room Barry saw two different families of cartoon lions. One was lovingly hand-drawn in the Disney style, clearly something from the Lion King though he didn't recognize the lions. The other lion family was animated in early CGI, probably from some TV show he couldn't remember.

There was a family of cartoon raccoons, again hand-drawn, one with a weird drooping nose. Some CGI cartoon dinosaurs from another TV show sat in the corner and outside the bar there'd even been some huge robot animals he was pretty sure were from the sprawling Transformers franchise. Ravage the robot panther he recognized for sure, but some of the others might be from other shows.

Another table in the bar had Papa, Mama, and Baby bear, sat there with a teenage Goldilocks. They must have settled their differences and made her an honorary part of the family. Though, with the way teenage Goldilocks and "Baby" bear were looking at each other, she might literally be part of the family now.

Barry shook his head. He wasn't here to delve into imagined interspecies relationships among toons. He'd heard the back room of the bar was the happening place and headed for that door. The hulking cartoon wrestler bouncer led him in with a nod, collecting the cover charge.

Barry paused just inside the door. The sign said FAMILY NIGHT here too, but things were different. At a nearby table sat four cartoon dogs that clearly weren't family. Droopy, Courage, Wile E. Coyote (who wasn't actually a dog) and a CGI wolf he thought was from Zootopia. One table was all big cats of different art styles and different species too, and the panda from Kung Fu Panda sat with three bears each in a different animation style.

He wasn't sure what was going on and drifted toward the nearest table. One of the people sitting there spoke up before he could ask.

"It is family night, is it not," said a charming little French skunkette with a pink flower behind her ear. "There is families, and then how is it you say, families of animalia."

There were five skunks at the table. One was CGI and he thought from that Over the Hedge movie, one was the French skunkette he didn't know from Adam, one was instantly recognizable as Pepe Le Pew, one was drawn in the old Disney animated style (the female skunk from Bambi maybe) and one, a head taller than even Pepe, was a humanoid skunkette with a much flatter face than the others. The occupants of the table varied in size and build ranging from the feral-shaped Bambi and Over the Hedge skunkette to the fully anthropomorphic one with the high-tech looking belt and harness.

"Family as in family of animals," said the high-tech skunkette when Barry still looked puzzled. "Felidae," she said, pointing at the big cat table, "Canidae," pointing over to the Courage table. "And so on."

"And some of us are all of a species," crooned Pepe, who was at a table with four skunkettes and very happy to be there.

"I, uh, I'm new here," said Barry. He found an empty chair and sat. "New to Toontown. I'm not an animation expert, I'm afraid I don't know everyone."

"Bluebelle," said the Bambi skunkette, who was only thigh high to him. "Or Petunia. Depends on the translation."

"You know who I am," crooned Pepe, who was too busy eyeing the CGI skunkette to pay much attention.

"Stella," said that skunkette, and slapped away a wandering Pepe paw. "You know I'm seeing someone, Pepe."

"What he does not know will not hurt him," Pepe crooned.

The little French skunkette shook her head. "Mem'selle Hepzibah," she chirped. Her art style was thick-lined in the old cartoon style and he couldn't place her. "From the Pogo."

Barry shook his head in confusion. "Also Hepzibah," said the tall high-tech skunkette. "My writer named me after her!" She smiled. "Also he based me on an obscure science fiction character you'd never have heard of. Writers, why invent something when you can steal?"

"I'm seeing someone too," snapped Bluebelle, who also found one of Pepe's paws wandering up her leg.

Barry sat back in his chair. He wanted to ask about the high-tech skunkette, who he thought looked to be from some Western cartoon. The art style looked like the old X-Men cartoon. Was there an X-Men skunk?

The problem was Pepe, who could not contain himself and hit on one skunkette after another. Every one of the skunkettes appeared to be in a relationship with someone that wasn't the horny skunk and Hepzibah, the taller one, leaned across the table and pointed a claw.

"You know the rule, Pepe. We said you could sit here because it's family night, not because we want you in our beds."

"No one will know if you spend the night with a little Pepe inside you," the skunk crooned, and something happened that could only happen in Toontown. Hepzibah, the taller one, grabbed the horny skunk and swallowed him whole.

Barry almost fell out of his chair. Hepzibah, the taller one (he resolved to think of the other Hepzibah as Mem'selle) reached out, sank her claws into Pepe's shoulders and dragged him onto the table. The other skunkettes, not surprised in the least, picked up their drinks lest they be spilled and before Barry knew what was happening Pepe's head was in Hepzibah's mouth.

Her face was flatter than the other toon skunks but she could still yawn cartoonishly wide. With a snap of her jaws half of Pepe was gone and with a series of heaving gulps she swallowed him down. Hepzibah sat back in her chair, swallowed, and Pepe's tail slithered into her mouth and was gone.

"There," Hepzibah said, and let out a long belch. "Now a little Pepe can spend the night inside me and no one will know."

Pepe was only a head shorter than Hepzibah and he made a formidable bulge in her middle. She pressed her hands against her lumpy belly until he was curled up inside her, able only to squirm.

"Now you mind your manners," she purred to her meal, "Or you'll get out of there a different way than you got in."

"Uh," Barry said as the skunkettes set their drinks back down. In Pepe's absence there was more room at the table and they scooted their chairs so he had more room. They also scooted a bit away from Hepzibah, not out of fear but to give her fat middle room to spread out. Swallowing a skunk not much smaller than herself made her broader in the beam than a moment ago.

"Is that safe?" Barry said. Pepe kicked inside Hepzibah, who burped again and smiled.

"It is not his faults," chirped Mem'selle. "It is how he is drawn. Sometimes, what is the word, the character is stuck as they are made. Pepe has a, a theme."

"It saved me buying dinner," said Hepzibah, who rubbed her squirming belly and licked her chops. "I have no complaints."

"No, I mean, is he safe?"

"Of course," purred the well fed skunkette. "Very safe. He has been with a hundred tourist ladies and not gotten one pregnant yet, despite all his efforts."

"You know what I mean."

"It depends on the setting," said Stella. "In Zootopia," she pointed a claw at a CGI black panther at the big cat table, "A Zootopia animal being eaten by another one wouldn't be safe. But in Toontown it's safe. Toons get eaten all the time. Leo over there," she pointed at a lion at the same table, "He eats someone in nearly every cartoon he's in. He's swallowed Elmer Fudd twice and he's still around, right?"

"Toontown is Toontown," chirped Mem'selle. "This is where we all meet, from all the shows, and it has its own rules."

"I see," said Barry, who couldn't help but watch as Hepzibah cupped her fingers over part of the bulge that was Pepe and rubbed. Instantly the swallowed skunk began to thrust against her hand.

"He'll still be horny when I let him out if he doesn't get it out of his system," Hepzibah said conspiratorially.

"So, uh," Barry said, awkwardly. "Do humans ever do that sort of thing?"

"Sometimes," chirped Mem'selle. "If they are interested. There is the tug of war."

Stella nodded and Barry tilted his head quizzically. "Tug of war," the CGI skunkette said. "For example, I could swallow your head and Mem'selle your feet, and when we met in the middle there would be something for us to do."

"Could you do that?" Barry looked from Stella to Mem'selle, both of them only thigh-high to him.

"It is, how you say, a toon thing," chirped Mem'selle. "We are flexible in many ways."

"Something for you to do when you get to the middle," Barry said, and watched Pepe thrust against Hepzibah's hand from inside her. She couldn't digest the skunk. Could she digest his semen? Or a human's? Or would she cough Pepe up with his own jizz all over his fur?

"I'd like to try that," Barry said, and Stella smiled.

They guided him to the wall side of the table and Mem'selle pulled off her yellow sun dress. Barry pulled off his shirt and pants, leaving on just his jockey shorts, and watched as Stella moved around behind him. She wasn't wearing anything and yawned a jaw-creaking gape to engulf his feet. He felt movement in front of him, turned his head, and his face was in Mem'selle's mouth.

She told the truth. Mem'selle grabbed his shoulders, pulled with all her might, and slipped her jaws over his face. Slippery cartoon throat opened in front of him and Barry smiled as Mem'selle tensed, gathered her strength, then swallowed his head.

Stella was already to his knees, swallowing him feetfirst as Mem'selle swallowed him headfirst. Bluebelle and Hepzibah watched as the two skunks worked their way over the tourist. Each was less than half his height but the determined skunkettes stretched and pushed, gradually swallowing him whole. The biggest obstacle was his broad shoulders and Mem'selle was already working her way over them, head turned so her muzzle went over one shoulder and her chin the other.

With the other skunk each anchoring the man so he wasn't pushed backward, it wasn't long before they swallowed enough of him to reach his groin. A little padded hand reached out from each side and rubbed him, one on his balls and one on the already stiff bulge of has cock. The man wasn't resisting at all, because he knew he'd have his fun and then be disgorged.

"Some mistakes you get to make only once," Bluebelle chirped, and Hepzibah nodded. From inside her there was a groan as Pepe shuddered, thrusting violently against her hand. For a moment he relaxed in her stomach, then once more he began to thrust. He had a reputation as a lover for a reason.

What Barry thought would happen did not happen. He was enjoying the padded hands on his groin when the skunkette noses met. Stella and Mem'selle knew this was coming and both let go Barry's naughty bits and reached for each other. There was a brief struggle and then Mem'selle's head was in the other skunkette's mouth.

Barry began to stir uncertainly, but while there were no longer hands on his groin something else was. Mem'selle stubbornly refused to stop eating and swallowed his hips even as Stella's pointed muzzle slipped over her.

Inside two layers of skunkette Barry thrust against the slick walls of Mem'selle's throat. She had managed to pull his underwear down before she was too far swallowed.

"Tug of war," Bluebelle purred, "Should really be tug of vore."

Mem'selle was increasingly swollen as she swallowed Barry and Stella was more swollen still. She hurried to finish her meal before the man was curled up inside the other skunkette lest he present an awkwardly wide lump to swallow. She was just quick enough. By the time Barry began to curl up inside Mem'selle, Mem'selle was most of the way down Stella's throat and the growing bulge slipped easily into the outside skunkette's stomach.

Mostly swallowed by two different skunkette's Barry tensed and thrust just as Pepe had. Only when he had spent himself all over Mem'selle's insides did he begin to wonder if something wrong. Mostly swallowed by Mem'selle and with her mostly swallowed herself, the air that previously made its down her throat began to be cut off. He stirred uncertainly, wondering if something was wrong.

It was too late to wonder. Stella got her jaws around Mem'selle's haunches, the massive bulge of man already to her midsection, and swallowed with all her might. Barry was almost fully curled up inside Mem'selle and it was much easier to swallow the bulge down than spit it up. Stella's jaws and throat wanted to resume their normal shape and as they shrank back down Mem'selle's pink-padded footpaws slipped into her mouth.

Stella swallowed again and the last of Mem'selle slithered out of sight in one long slide, fluffy skunk tail squeezing into the outside skunkette's maw until it was all gone. Stella popped her jaws back into shape, smiled, and pushed at her grotesquely swollen middle to try to get her meal situated for easiest digestion.

About this time, wrapped in the wet darkness of Stella's guts, Mem'selle got her jaws around Barry's feet and swallowed. He slipped and slid inside the thinly stretched skunkette and ended up curled up, wrapped in a wet fur coat that was in turn wrapped in another.

"Uh, hey," he said, and blinked at the slimy stomach wall that was pressed against his face. "Was it supposed to go this far?" He could kind of work out what happened. Stella swallowed Mem'selle who swallowed him. He was the innermost Russian doll wrapped in two layers of skunkette.

"Uh," he said, beginning to worry. Not only was the inward squeeze of skunkettes making it hard to breathe, but the thick layer of slime coating Mem'selle's stomach walls wasn't slick and harmless like the stuff in her throat. What began as a tingle was starting to genuinely hurt as the slime coated every inch of his body.

"There's something wrong," Barry said, just as Mem'selle let out a long belch that vented most of his air. As if in an echo, he heard the muffled burp as Stella followed suit a moment later.

"This isn't right!" Barry said, and started to struggle.

"They always change their mind," Hepzibah purred, for the bulge deforming Stella's whole body began to wriggle. The shape of Mem'selle could vaguely be made out, but she was stretched so thin over the man that it was mostly man they saw move.

"Of course they do," said Bluebelle. "They aren't like us."

It was much too late for any struggle to save Barry. With only a few sips of air remaining and wrapped in two layers of strong cartoon fur he soon exhausted his strength. All he could do was lie there, barely conscious, as Mem'selle's stomach acids came trickling in.

"Perfectly safe," he thought, realizing only now that it was safe only for toons.

He was still alive when Stella tensed, heaved, and threw Mem'selle back up. The massive lump of curled up man was almost too much for even her stretchy maw and Hepzibah reached down, grabbed Mem'selle's tail, and dragged her out. The Starjammers skunkette had to grab Stella by the scruff to anchor her for the pull, then with a combination of that pull and Stella heaving, the gorged inner skunkette slithered out into the light.

Mem'selle was stretched thin over a meal at least three times her size, her limbs and face and tail just ornaments on a bulge of curled up man. She would need days to digest and pass a meal this size but a long gurgle arose from beneath her stretched fur as her stomach got to work. She was also coated in a thick sheen of mixed gullet and belly slime, her fur and head-hair stuck to her and her fluffy skunk tail all gummed together. Gorged and slick, she rolled helplessly onto her side until Hepzibah managed to get her propped up on her swollen belly. Somewhere in Stella's guts she had lost the pink flower in her hair.

"Oh!" Mem'selle chirped. "So full!" Barry squirmed inside her, too weak to escape and destined for a trip through the little skunkette's bowels. She was only able to eat him because he cooperated, but it was too late now to change his mind. Her digestive tract had a firm grip on him and he would escape it only the way food does.

"Thanks you for letting me have him," she said to Stella.

"I thought that's what you wanted when you let me swallow your head so easily," Stella purred. "But I wasn't sure you would. I didn't think you ate tourists."

"I never have," chirped Mem'selle. "Then I thought, 'Just this once.' Maybe again I will do it, maybe not."

Stretched thin over her weakly squirming meal, the little skunkette patted Barry's face where it bulged through her fur. "But this nice man, him I am sure will only try it once."

With that she smiled, let out a last burp, and let Bluebelle and Stella roll her into one of the little back rooms so she'd have a nice quiet place to digest her meal.