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The little stage was a bit shoddy but that's all one could expect from a travelling sideshow. People mulled around, shuffling into the worn wooden seats in the grass and chattered quietly among themselves. The wild west knew lots of sharpshooters and the folks in attendance wondered what made this show any different. They didn't wait long before a drumroll and a flat blast of fanfare announced the arrival of show's stars.

"Howdy!" shouted the chocolate-y hare as he skidded quite purposefully into view. "I'm Hare-Trigger Hal and I'm here to give you a fancy howdydo all the way from Austin, Texas!"

The crowd gave him a spattering of light applause, not terribly enthralled by his rather plain chaps and obviously well worked clothes. He wasn't what one would call a well dressed performer but they had paid their hard earned cents for the show and were willing to give him a chance.

"Now c'mon. Y'all better give a better welcome to my partner Ernest "Quick Draw" Hollister," he insisted, sweeping his arms to the far wing of the stage where the massive horse stomped into view.

The whole crowd gasped collectively. He was enormous and, save for his chaps and the fine leather hat tilted over his face, very naked. Nudity wasn't terribly rare. In fact, the town had just abolished its last law on the matter 3 years ago. It was a movement sweeping the nation, freedom of action and freedom of body. Hand in hand most people thought. But the folks of this town had never seen someone take advantage of that freedom so liberally and in front of everyone no less.

As he strode in place, every eye was locked on Ernest's thickly muscled chest, tight abs holding up a pair of prominent pectorals. Arms swinging with all the excess mass they could carry, muscle corded over muscle before he finally turned on his hoof, the clicking slide of the iron the stage barely distracting from the moist slap of his limp cock tip against the smooth leather wrapped around his knee. He spread his legs apart enough that the sweeping, muscled lines of his body all lead to that point, even the faded designs on his chaps seemed to aid his dick's demand for attention.

"Looks like that got yer attention dinnit?" Hal teased with a playful grin. "Well, Quick Draw here is just one of the reasons to enjoy the show. What him and me are really here for is to do some hifalutin' shootin' And, just to warn ya, y'all in the first few rows? Y'all gonna get a little sticky. But don't worry. It's all natural," he added with a pat to the grapefruit that the horse called testicles.

The crowd was quickly warming up to the idea, a quick murmur spread across the audience while Ernest adjusted his hat and Hal tossed his shirt aside with a casual flair and tipped his own hat off his head.

"I reckon y'all know that this is a 'ten gallon hat'. It doesn't hold ten gallons -- trust me we've tried -- but it does have a lot of room and we're gonna show ya just how much. Now we couldn't just stand here and fill it. That'd be no fun," the hare explained while his partner's flesh rose steadily into the air, swelling thicker and longer and quickly starting to leak its clear musk on the rickety stage. "What we're gonna do is toss this in the air and I promise you not a drop'll fall out of it."

An incredulous groan rose out of the crowd but rather than indulge it, Hal simply tossed the hat high into the air, high enough that it would need to fall a yard before it landed on the rooves nearby, and Ernest hurriedly grasped his length and started to stroke. His fingers moved at a blinding pace but it took only a moment before he nickered and erupted with his thick, pearly white cream. Despite how quick he made it, the rope of his spunk fired like a bullet into the sky and caught the hat in its deep well. The next one did the same, sending the quickly filling hat into a wild rotation as it began to fall.

But blast after blast aimed carefully by the cannon of horse meat kept it flipping just right until With a flourish, Hal snatched it from mid air and held up his other hand in triumph. The crowd watched mesmerized for a moment, confused on how such a forceful and sudden orgasm could be so accurate but after the shock wore off applause quickly rang out over the crowd

"Ladies and Gents that's, Quick Draw Hollister. I've got trick of my own to show y'all," the leoprine insisted, as he stripped out of his own britches. "For this one I need a one of these handsome young men in the front row to come help me out. I might have asked for a lady but we already had a nice gal in Ponderosa and I think it's about time I gave a boy some showtime."

After a bit of cajoling, the crowd offered up a thickly built dragon. Hal's ears perked excitedly at the sight. He was even bigger than Ernest, his clothes barely fit over the tightly wound muscle underneath. On top of it all he was one of those eastern types so the exoticness of it all would make for a memorable show. The horse, still hard and dripping from his last trick, took their volunteer by the arm and lead him to the big wheel waiting at the back of the stage.

"Now everybody, give him a big hand while we get him in place. Ernie's gonna get him strapped in and I'll let you in on what he's in for. I'm gonna use my little pistol here and fire off five loads. One after another. Not an easy task on its own as any man in this crowd will tell ya. But I'm gonna aim those loads for our spinning wheel while keeping our green friend squeaky clean. Now he's a big man and this is gonna be a challenge but I'm up for it. You think I'm up for it?"

A few encouraging hoots and whistles sparked across the audience as Ernest finally finished hoisting the dragon in position. Then with a hearty grunt he sent the wheel spinning. Hal turned, his slim and sleek body making the turn in a split second, and immediately grasped for his shaft. He was hung well enough but nothing like his partner. His tip barely reached over his belly button and he could even close his thumb and ring finger around it. Still, he needed no effort to make the shaft fire off the first of his loads. A single stroke sent a forceful splat to hit the board to an expressive gasp from the crowd, followed by another and another, seven blasts all following the spinning circle and protecting the dragon's face from a sticky mess until his first load was safely complete.

"That's one!" Hal said, turning back to the crowd, letting them see the cum ooze down his length and over his dark fuzzy balls.

He didn't linger long before he turned on his heel again and gave himself another quick stroke. He made an ostentatious and affected moan this time, but the orgasm was very real. Another series of hard splats chasing after the dragon's cheek which barely escaped its sticky fate. The hare gave a melodramatic sigh and hunched back with affected fatigue. Then with a burst of speed and agility he sprung back, turning a quick tumble through the air and landed on his rump, hand around his 'pistol' and fired off his third load. THe streams hit a bit more erratically at first, a sloppy zigzag winding between the dragon's meaty, thick legs but quickly his latest seven shots finished up and the clean britches stayed so.

With a wink to the crowd, Hal waved Ernest over and smiled. "You doin okay over there buddy," The dragon's head spun a bit but he managed to make a thumbs up from his steadily whirling position. "Then let's keep shootin!"

The horse grasped around Hal's ankles and quickly pulled him feet first around his neck, hooking them behind his powerful neck so he could hang upside down. He was starting to get a little worn down so it took three whole strokes to get him firing but apparently his balls could keep up much longer than his cock could, firing the same sloppy, copious strings as he had at the beginning and showering the gap between his target's leg then quickly pulled himself up and a mirror from Ernest's chaps

"This is the really tough one." he called out to the crowd as he scooted close to the horse's face. "Ernest is gonna aim for me using this mirror!"

He reached back to so his partner could see the spinning dragon and groaned with each well practiced lick. They knew each other's orgasms well, in his overworked state it took four of the wet strokes but before the first shot could even charge out of him, the nimble mouth rearranged the crush of balls and cock so they could fire around his waist. It was another sloppy finish. Cum firing into each gap, Hal checking over his shoulder to try to hold each shot until the right moment. Difficult but well worth it once he groaned with his finish and hopped down from his high perch.

Ernest flicked his tail proudly and stomped back to the wheel, helping their volunteer to a stop a easing him down, holding him up despite the dizziness. A big appreciative hand clapped the shoulder across from him, while Hal shook the big hand with his own sticky ones. "Ya did great big guy; what's your name?"

"Thunder," he replied with a bemused smile at the cum now smeared over his palm.

"Another big hand for Thunder. Brave man to look a pistol done the barrel and barely flinch. Can we thank you with a drink?" Hal asked, only half expecting an answer.

A stagehand hurried from backstage with a big mug in his hands, holding it out in front of him as the pair of sharpshooters grasped their guns and fired off another volley of spunk into the little moving target the edges overflowing almost immediately, but as always they were right on target only coating his hands and the glass until he stopped in front of them and handed it up.

"Well I could do with a real drink," the dragon tried to respond with sharp savvy but too quickly the pair had prepared just what he'd expected.

"Well, get with us after the show then, sit on down," The hare gave him a smack on the rump and smiled as Ernest guided him off stage. Not to let the mug go to waste, Hal grasped it high over his head like a toast. "Now then give us five minutes to reload and enjoy a little singing then we'll be back for more."

The crowd cheered happily as he downed the cocktail then watched with rapt attention while the pert backsides disappeared behind the curtain, eagerly anticipating act two