Part 1- Macan's Mass

Macan, after several threats of eating people, is being pushed into a fighting style that will let him eat to his heart's content~ Enjoy this month's offering folks, and we'll see how well Macan takes to the sumo life!

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Macan Gadungan was one of the Ikebukoro Colosseum's most notorious fighters- he always drew a crowd, and was a mighty fighter who never resorted to dirty tricks or cheating, but some strange rumors hung over the monstrously muscular tiger- as there was talk that he would actually eat his defeated opponents. Of course, a large part of that problem is that most of that talk was coming from Macan himself. In a shock to the burly tiger therian, the crowd did in fact draw the line at implied cannibalism. Now, the leader of the Ikebukoro guild, Claude, was talking about Macan being pushed into a whole new set of fights- Macan growled softly to himself. No doubt that prissy valet of Claude's, Snow, a white lion therian that had never cared for Macan, had put the idea in his head.

The tiger found his new uniform in his cell- but this didn't make any sense. He picked up a long piece of cloth- almost like a sash- thick and sturdy, the same color as his sarong. But this couldn't be it, could it?

Macan stuck his head out of his cell. Strutting by was Bathym, a canine-like therian with a long, bushy tail inhabited by a demon- another popular fighter, but not nearly as controversial as the tiger. He asked Bathym if he knew what the sash was for, and Bathym let out a loud, clear laugh.

"Ah-ha! When Pollux told me, I didn't think it was true- it's a miwashi, Macan-chan. You know." Bathym bumped his thick hip against the tiger's muscular side. "For a sumo wrestler. Claude was heard saying he wanted a way to curb your hunger… Well, at least you'll have all you can eat- and then some."

The tiger blanched. Sumo wrestling? This had to be a joke. He growled at Bathym, wanting to scratch that smug smirk off his face. "Well, maybe they'll let me have you for the first course," he snarled.

"Mm, promises, promises," Bathym teased, tweaking the tiger's nose. "But later- I still have fights in the real arena. Don't worry, once they're done with your training, you'll be so full up you couldn't eat even a little imp. But if you still want some company, big boy…" Bathym's tail swept across Macan's thick and sturdy middle. "Maybe I'll stop by for some dessert. Have fun!" he laughed, leaving Macan in a silent stupor as he stared dumbly at the mawashi still in his hands.