It was a quiet day in Skinny Creek, a town that very rarely saw visitors. It was right next to a big rail line, sure, but that was just a coincidence. There was just nothing to do here that couldn’t be found in a hundred other towns, ones that were much more advanced and developed.
 
So everybody paid attention when someone actually stopped off at the train station of the dusty, desert town. Two girls stepped out; young city women, clearly, as their complexions were flawless, skin unblemished from comfortable lives indoors, not sweating in the sunlight. Plus, the fact that they were dressed in such elaborate and expensive outfits, unlike anything you’d find among the working poor. People eyed the two women with curiosity as they strolled into town.
 
One of them had long brown twintails, and was eagerly pointing around at everything she saw. She seemed to be a bit of the bimbo of the two of them. “Oh, Jenny, you were so right! These country folk do have quite a fascinating way of doing things! I mean, look over there! That woman is drying her clothes on a line instead of in a machine! How delightfully quaint!”
 
The other girl had short, strain brown hair, and thick, round-rimmed glasses. She looked like the more scholarly and bookish of the two. “Penny, i-it’s not polite to speak of them that way! Keep your voice down, okay? Remember that we’re guests out here!”
 
But despite her friend’s warnings, Penny kept right on blabbering about everything she saw. Eventually, she pointed with awe at a mysterious figure looming over them. “Oh my goodness! Jenny, look!”
 
Leaning against the wooden beam of a shop’s porch, with his big cowboy hat covering his eye, was a stallion. But not like the four-legged beasts that trotted lazily down the roads of the Tanflats. He was an anthro! A quite rare sort of creature sporting the body of a man, albeit with all of it covered in a very thin gray coat of short fur.
 
Judging by his figure, he’d be a very handsome guy, were he human. He was fit and muscular, with toned abs and arms thick from lifting heavy farm equipment and massive hay bales. The only exception was his gut, which was apparently where every pound of fat he gained went, his flannel shirt and black vest riding up over its round, taut surface and bathing it under the warm sunlight. Most notably, he was over seven feet tall, making the girls feel tiny by comparison!
 
He was chewing on some hay as they approached, staring at him as if he were a tourist attraction. He lifted his hat to look at them as they approached, and then… spoke! “Well, howdy, darlins,” he said, in a deep, mature voice, making it clear he was an older man, with a very thick accent. “Judgin by yer fancy dress, y’all must be city slickers. What brings two fine young gals out here to our humble lil town?”
 
They both marveled. Back in the big city, anthros were frequently hired as maids and butlers, but they always seemed to be simple-minded creatures, not far from the anthros who prowl the forests and prairies. “Wow! A real talking anthro! I’ve never seen such a thing before!” Penny gawked shamelessly, making Jennifer grimace with embarrassment. “We simply got a break from our universities, so we thought it might be spiritually nourishing for us to come out west and witness the more humble, simple lifestyle you all live!”
 
The stallion marveled as if she’d just started speaking another language. “Your universiwhats?” He took his hat off just to scratch his head. “Sorry, darlin, but I don’t understand none of that fancy shmancy talk. But if yer fixin to see what life’s like out here in the country, I’d be much obliged to make y’all feel right at home.”
 
“Oh! Do you have any clothing stores out here? I would love to return to campus looking like a proper cowgirl!” She elbowed Jenny’s side, giggling. “Can you imagine me in one of those hats, Jenny? Hehe!” Jennifer just rolled her eyes, burning with second-hand embarrassment. Really, the stallion had struck her from the moment she’d seen him, and just looking at him made her blush.
 
As Smokestack gave his tour, Penny kept going on and on about the ‘quaint, backwards country folk’ in ways that seemed to annoy everyone she met. Except Smokestack. The towering stallion never seemed to notice.
 
Their tour only seemed to confirm that he was the perfect man. Smokestack was a local celebrity in the town, known for being an unmatched cattle rustler, wingshooter, dancer, and overall consummate gentleman. The town had no sheriff, so he dealt with all the criminals, although nobody specified what they meant by ‘dealt with’. He was charismatic, and even showed off his strength to the girls by easily lifting them up and letting them ride on his huge shoulders, making them laugh but also making Jennifer blush. But she couldn’t really be attracted to a guy who wasn’t even the same species… right?
 
She noticed one thing townsfolk kept saying about him, though. “Everybody in town loves ol’ Smokestack! He’s our town hero! But I must warn you… you must never make a wager of any sort with him,” one old lady warned. “He has the devil’s own luck.”
 
Jenny started to get the sense that Smokestack had a reputation for convincing out-of-towners to gamble with him, knowing they would be unaware of his reputation for always winning. But surely, she figured, they wouldn’t fall for that sort of thing, right?
 
At least, until they were having drinks at the bar later, and Penny elbowed him in the side with a grin. “So I hear you’re some sort of bigshot at cards and dice! Like, you never lose a game!”
 
He rubbed the back of his head shyly. “Aw, shucks. You know, all that’s exaggerated,” he replied. “Y’all know how it is in these small town. You win a couple hands, alluva sudden, ya got a reputation.”
 
“No need to be humble, big guy! I think it’s impressive that you’ve never lost…” She leaned in with a mischievous smirk. “… but then again, you’ve never played against me before, either.”
 
He noticed her smirk, and chuckled, taking another sip from a mug of beer as big as her head. “Is that a challenge I hear in yer tone, missy?” “I ain’t usually one fer a duel, but I gotta protect my integrity, here.”
 
She stood up, excited. “Well, then, show me what you can do! After all, how lucky could one guy really be?”
 
They settled on a game of faro, letting Jennifer be the begrudging banker, while all around, the other tavern goers rolled their eyes or exchanged knowing glances, already figuring how this would end. But Penny was pretty confident. She was studying math at the university, and had a gift for statistics and counting cards. She’d even brought her own casekeeper. She figured she could outplay some dumb cowpoke easy.
 
At least until the game was underway, and she found he seemed to always bet on the winning card, while she happened to bet on the losing card half the time! She was aghast at how quickly he was emptying her purse! “Bullshit! How could he possibly have bet on the winning card five times in a row? He must have stacked the deck!”
 
He chuckled. “Oh, but I let you shuffle the deck, darlin. Remember?” She bit her tongue at that, and focused on frantically tracking the game with her casekeeper trying to find any signs of him cheating, but couldn’t see any. He was just THAT lucky. Jennifer tried to talk her into giving up, but she wouldn’t hear it.
 
Eventually, Penny threw her hands in the air in exasperation. “This sucks! Faro’s a terrible game, anyway! Why don’t we play something else?”
 
“Using what?” Smokestack raised a brow. “You’ve already spent all yer money.”
 
She looked into her purse, and was shocked to find nothing but a cartoonish spout of dust. She turned nervously to Jennifer. “Jenny, could I borrow some money? Just for a little bit?”
 
Jennifer, fuming on the sidelines, shook her head. “No way! You already spent half of our budget for this trip!”
 
Penny was pouting now, and it seemed like she might throw a tantrum. But then Smokestack said, “well, darlin, if ye don’t have any cash to spent, we can always wager on something else. It may be a bit puerile, I admit, but… have you ever heard of ‘strip poker’?”
 
Jennifer was shocked to hear such a gentlemanly stallion make such a lewd suggestion, but Penny agreed without hesitation. She could afford another outfit, but she couldn’t afford to have her pride wounded by defeat!
 
She managed her first victory in their first round, resulting in Smokestack having to take off one of hsi boots. He just chuckled to himself as she gloated. “Aha! I knew my luck would turn around!” Soon, she got the other boot off, and then his book. After four rounds in a row with the better hand, he even removed his shirt, and Jennifer had to stifle the urge to gasp, turning away and hiding her face so they couldn’t see how deeply she was blushing. Somehow, that beer belly of his didn’t ruin his otherwise muscular figure. In fact… it enhanced it.
 
But by then, Smokestack was sitting up straight in his chair, and starting to play more seriously. And from that point on, Penny couldn’t seem to win a single round. He always had the better hand, no matter how improbable it was, and she couldn’t find any way that he could be cheating. She put a lot of effort into that outfit, and was now picking it apart piece by piece. Soon, she was blushing with embarrassment, left in only the bare essentials, without a single article of clothing that could be removed without her suddenly looking very lewd.
 
And then she lost again. She decided to go with her skirt first, leaving her blouse on, even if it meant giving the other bargoers a perfect view of her freckled asscheeks. Even when she lost once more, she took her panties off instead of her blouse, leaving herself totally bottomless! She didn’t seem to mind the stairs, just puffing her cheeks out and pouting with concentration on the game. She’d always been insecure over the size of her pillowy breasts, and hated all the attention they got. She needed a win!
 
But it wasn’t meant to be. His hands continued to be unbeatable, and she hesitated a long while before finally pulling her shirt off, letting her impressive tits bounce free, hidden only by a lacy black bra that revealed the very tops of her areolas. She pouted, her cheeks red, trying to dissuade gawkers by staring daggers at everybody she caught staring. It didn’t really work. After all, it was impossible not to look. Even Jennifer, straight as she was, was mesmerized by the sight of them for a moment. Smokestack was looking too… and, if she didn’t know any better, Jennifer would almost think he licked his lips.
 
By the time her bra went, too, it was only a matter of course. She was fuming in her chair, covering her nipples with her hands, fighting the urge to scream in frustration. “How are you so damn lucky!? It’s impossible!” She shouted, only to realize that all her gesturing was only making her big tits bounce about, to the delight of the onlookers. She blushed, covering them with her hands again. “Oh, get off it, you stupid perverts! Take a picture, it’ll last longer! Oh wait, you can’t, because you country bumpkins haven’t invented cameras yet!”
 
Smokestack’s eyes ran over her bare curves as she shouted at the other bar patrons. It seemed like he was making a decision. “Well, darlin, if yer still not satisfied, then I can offer you one last wager,” he said. “How about a game of liar's dice? If you win, you get all yer clothes back, all yer cash back. Hell, I’ll even throw in an extra hundred dollars.”
 
She looked thrilled. “And if you win?”
 
“I get to eat ya.”
 
The whole room went quiet. The other patrons looked suspiciously like they’d seen this coming. She stared at him, stunned. Jennifer and Penny had heard many cautionary tales of anthros eating people before, but never one so civilized as Smokestack! “Eat me? Like… eat? Devour?” He nodded sternly. “This must be some sort of a joke!”
 
He leaned in, seeming to be all business. “I’m offering you a lot, here. So naturally, I need you to bet a lot in return. That’s the deal. Every dice you lose, you’ll go a little bit further down my throat… and if you lose all six. Gulp.” He traced a finger gently down his throat, down to that big, bare beer belly of his, to emphasize his point. “Now, I know that this is a big decision, so you can take your time to-”
 
“I’ll do it! I’ll make that bet!”
 
 
A gasp rung out through the bar! Jennifer stepped forward, trying to convince her not to do something so stupid, but Penny pushed her away. “Leave me alone, Jenny! We’ve been playing with cards so far… but dice? I’ve never lost at a game of dice! You’re going down, big guy!” She jabbed his gut with a finger, showing that she was not afraid of it.
 
Smokestack looked down on him with a very well-stifled look of amusement. “Alright. If yer sure, then let everybody in this room be a witness that she’s agreed to the bet.” He gestured to the crowd, and they nodded all at once, as if they’d done this before.
 
She tried to ignore her nudity as they played their first round of liar’s dice. Again, she had good luck at first. She made a bold play calling out “exact” on four sixes, only to be proven right, and Smokestack had to throw one away. Smokestack seemed relaxed and casual, still joking around and being all friendly as if this was no big deal, but Penny was tense and sweating on she played. She knew what the stakes were, after all.
 
The other bar patrons sympathized for her, even offering her free drinks, but she turned them down as if accepting them would mean admitting she was fated for his gut. Soon, he’d called four sixes, and she knew she had two sixes, and she agonized over whether to call his bluff. It was definitely possible he had two as well… but on the other hand, she couldn’t possibly raise! So she challenged him, and sure enough, he lifted his cup to reveal two sixes on his side.
 
She watched with confusion as he crawled his immense body under the table… until she saw his massive jaws slowly part, a visible steamy breath being ushered forth from his maw as his tongue waited before a deep, black throat, and it became obvious just how easily he could swallow her. “Alright, you know the rules. Now, go ahead and place yer feet into my mouth.” She hesitated, filled with fright at the sight of his mouth. “Unless, of course, ye want to back out. This is yer last chance, ya know.”
 
She knew there was no turning back once she placed her feet in his maw. But her pride wouldn’t let her accept defeat. So she gently laid them on his tongue… and then cried out as he suddenly pulled her by the waist, plunging her deep into his gullet! Her knees were accepted into his throat with ease, and then it was creeping up her legs. Before she knew it, she was in up to her waist in the horse man’s mouth!
 
She shuddered, feeling the unbelievable heat and tightness of his throat around her legs, and feeling that breath against her most sensitive area, and his flat teeth gently nibbling on her rounded ass. She tried to focus on the game, even while half submerged into his throat! He closed his eyes while showing her dice, and then put a hand over her eyes while peeking at his dice. Then, the rules were simple: he’d tap with his right hand to increase the face value, left for the number, and slam a fist to challenge.
 
She tried to keep track of all the math and statistics in her head, but that mouth of his was busy at work! Her ass was grinded against his teeth and palette, bruising it slightly as its flavor was enjoyed, while her tongue was riding up and over her thighs, and even teasing over her plump pussy lips as she tried to concentrate. “Aack!” She gasped, tensing up as she felt the slick tongue brush against her clit for a moment. She blushed deeply, seeing how all eyes in the tavern were upon her. “Y-you pervert! You’re trying to distract me aren’t you? Well… i-it’s not going to work!”
 
She tried her original tactic of calling out an exact match again, but this time, she was off by a single dice. Before she even had a chance to brace herself, another swallow pulled her deeper into his throat! He let out a moan around her that rumbled his throat around his body, the sort of moan of someone tasting a particularly fine delicacy. Now he was working his way up her toned, flat belly, each failure bringing her a few inches deeper towards certain doom. She was trying her best not to act scared, but as her dice dwindled, it was hard for even her confidence to last.
 
She was soon down to one single dice, and gasped when she felt the sting of his stomach acid against her toes. Was that what she would feel like all over once she was in there? “Agh! It… really tingles! I don’t - hey, stop that!” She was distracted from the feeling by another sensation, that of his tongue running over her sensitive, pert nipples. She gasped and wriggled in his maw, feeling that tongue seem to grope and squeeze and lather her large breasts with saliva, but her arms were pinned to her sides, and she had no way of escaping his hungry jaws. “You pervert horse! I’ll hate anthros forever and ever, I swear it!”
 
While he was lapping over her tits with his tongue and squeezing them with his jaw, she was trying to focus on the most high-stakes game of her life. By the end, she’d bet on four threes, and was stunned when he didn’t call her bluff. All she had a single three, after all. Instead, he bet on five sixes, and she couldn’t believe her luck. “Liar!” She called out in triumph.
 
So, simultaneously, Smokestack lifted the cups… to reveal five sixes. She stared down at them with shock and awe, unable to even comprehend it. And then before she could even squeak out a word… gulp!
 
Her tits popped into his throat, and from then, she only had the opportunity to give Jennifer one last desperate look before her head disappeared down the slick back of his throat, and Jennifer watched as that throat sealed shut down around her. Her tits and face bulged out his neck for a while, before her curvy, busty figure finally bloated out his gut, which bobbed and bounced around as she was forced inside.
 
Jennifer was in awe. His gut was already so big and round, you could barely tell that there was a girl inside. An entire human woman hidden away in his fat dad gut. You could see the occasional handprint or bulging face, of course, but they were hard to make out if you weren’t paying attention. She must be protesting or begging or even screaming in there, but you couldn’t hear it at all over the sounds of digestion. The only real sign that her friend was in there was the way he carried his gut, which was subtly different as he suddenly had to carry more weight around.
 
He sighed with satisfaction, and let out a big burp as he rested his hands on his gut and rubbed it, trying to quell the movements of the girl inside. The whole bar relaxed, as if letting out a breath they’d all been holding. It was like now that Penny was safely secured inside of Smokestack’s stomach, they didn’t have to think about it anymore. They could just act perfectly normal, and just not think about what was going on inside the horse’s beer gut.
 
Jennifer was awed as everything went back to normal, with people laughing and drinking. Smokestack even easily stood up and danced a waltz with someone, even as his belly bounced all around, and Jennifer knew that Penny was being splashed with stomach acid all the while. She realized, why did she let this happen? She just stood back and let her friend sink into that horse’s gut, and be digested alive like she was just a meal. She mulled it over, but couldn’t escape one conclusion… she had wanted it to happen. Watching that big belly of his bounce around, knowing what was inside, was turning her on like nothing else had in her entire life.
 
She almost saw the townsfolk as a little monstrous for being so blasé about what was happening while they all drunk and danced. Like it was out of sight, out of mind. But Jennifer couldn’t judge. She was ten times as monstrous now.
 
She was trembling as she approached Smokestack at the bar where he was enjoying a beer and chatting with a burlesque dancer. “Oh! You must be the friend of whats-her-name here.” He laughed and gave his gut a slap and let it wobble about. “Sorry about this whole thing. Just a, let’s say, a sort of prank I like to pull on strangers in town. It’s practically a town tradition at this point. No hard feelings?”
 
She gulped slowly, staring at his gut, unable to see the slightest hint of her friend inside. She had to ask, even if she already knew the answer. “A-are you… going to let her out?”
 
He shook his head as if it was the most obvious question. “Of course not! That would make me bulimic!” He laughed, and drew a laugh from the other patrons.” “Listen, darlin. It’s easier to just think of er as food now that she’s in there, no different from anything else they serve in here. That’ll make things easier for all involved, eh?”
 
She stared for a long time. “Can I… say goodbye to her?”
 
He nodded, happy to lean his gut towards her. “Sure, knock yourself out.” She laid hands on his gut, and was wracked with such intense feelings and emotions that she almost fainted instantly. She started playing with it, exploring every inch of it with her hands as he casually sipped his beer, letting her fondle and grope it as roughly as she wanted. She pushed in every bulge she saw in its round surface. She even pressed her ear against it just to confirm her morbid curiosity over whether she’d just barely be able to hear Penny’s screaming and begging underneath the digestion noises.
 
Smokestack was prepared for her to be emotional, and to have to calm her down. Instead, she looked up at him with a blush. “Do you… need any help… digesting her?”
 
Smokestack looked down at her, registered her meaning, and grinned.
 
Before she knew it, she was on her knees in his bedroom, pulling down his pants and letting that monster flop free. She was stunned by how fast it was growing and hardening, that thick, girthy horsecock as long and thick as her arm at the very least. She looked up at it with awe as it loomed over her like a judgemental deity, casting its shadow upon her face. Smokestack chuckled, crossing his arms and looking down at her, charmed by the expression on his face. “First time ya’ve seen one like this, eh, darlin? Don’t be intimidated, now. It don’t bite. I mean, it’d probably kill ya if I tried to fit it in ya, but we won’t be doin’ nothing like that, don’t you worry.”
 
With his insistence, she worked up the courage to feel his length, and she gasped at the texture of it, and the sheer, overpowering warmth emanating off of that thick cock. She ran her hands up and down that slick surface as if just to explore the thing out of curiosity, watching as globs of cum dripped from the head of the shaft as her friend struggled inside of his stomach, unseen and unheard right above her. She admired those balls, too, gently letting them fill her hands completely, feeling how warm and covered with sweat they were, getting a sense for their incredible weight in her hands.
 
And then, it wasn’t just her hands. She was placing kisses along his shaft, running down to the base where she placed a few kisses over his balls, and even licked over them, despite the salty taste of all of his sweat. The smell of a man was overwhelming her, and she was playing herself while she serviced his cock, only excited more by the thought of what Penny must be going through in that big gut that loomed over her head.
 
Eventually, her tits were involved, getting squeezed together and rubbed up and down his shaft as she kissed and licked at the tip, enjoying the taste of that thick cum. All the while, he smiled and pet her on the head, whispering things like “Good girl.” Her tits were fairly large, but unable to completely envelop the full girth of his cock. She was doing a good job, though, and he was starting to moan and tense, his cock oozing more pre as his climax rapidly drew near.
 
He cried out, and Jennifer was stunned by the sheer force of the globs of jizz that were fired from the tip of his shaft, completely coating her face in an incredibly thick layer of cum that forced her to close her eyes and swallow some down just to clear her throat! She was knocked backwards, and more big globs of cum covered her face and chest and bare tits. He could fire it a few feet through the air, getting it all over the inn room’s floor, but mostly covering Jennifer with it. Finally, they both laid panting, and Jennifer was just wondering what the hell had just happened.
 
She emerged from the shower a while later, having cleaned thoroughly yet still wreaking of him, and lazily crawled into bed on top of the exhausted horse, using his belly as a pillow, no longer disturbed by the sounds of Penny’s plight deep in that fat gut. “Thanks for that, darlin. Not too often that an old man like me gets much love, especially given my… species.” He said, stroking her hair. “Glad it was yer pal who ended up in here and not you. Hah!” He gave the side of his gut a squeeze, and Jennifer loved the sight of it. Finally, they both slipped off to sleep, leaving only Penny still awake, curled up tight in that gurgling stomach.