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It was the kind of weather meant for glistening, and Peter was an expert. The zebra did his best to emulate the handsome leads from his favourite movies as he rose slowly and dramatically from the clear blue water of the public pool. His wet mane of black and white hair was clinging to his shoulders, his stripes shining beneath the summer sun as he ascended to the side of the pool as elegantly as possible, putting his hands behind his head to give a good show of his physique to the ladies lounging in their poolside chairs. He might not have been the proper kind of hulking stud for such a performance, girly-shaped as he was, but there was still enough tone to him after working out all year to make for some impressive definition around his chest and arms. Someone small-framed and wide-hipped like him wasn't exactly exuding equine masculinity, but he was doing his best to bulk up in hopes some lovely ladies would admire him as well as the guys. At least the bulge in his trunks was impressive.

Once he was finished stretching, he opened his soft brown eyes and had a look over his audience of lounging figures in beach chairs to see who was most receptive, a goofy zebra grin on his face. They were older women mostly, most of them twice his age or more, but that was exactly what he'd wanted. He'd had opportunities for sex before, but they just weren't what he really wanted. He didn't want someone to awkwardly fumble with for a while. He had it in his head that he needed to find someone older, someone more experienced who could show him what real sex was. What he really needed was someone broad, someone soft, and most of all, someone who could handle a young, virile stud like him. It wasn't two seconds glossing over the milfs of various shapes and sizes before he was struck dumb by the perfect specimen all stretched out in her massive glory like it was no big deal.

Why weren't more people looking at her? That was his first thought after laying eyes upon that truly impressive gator lounging by the poolside. Some ancient instinctual part of him felt grateful he had climbed out of the water before she could enter, for that was her domain. Not that she was any less intimidating on land. For all her passive basking, she was a force of sheer womanly energy, her light-coloured scales shining as she dozed, an open magazine resting face down on her belly, her eyes concealed behind a pair of cat's-eye shades. There were plenty of soft ladies lined up in their chairs, but the gator loomed above them all, big enough to have them all for breakfast, exuding such softness he felt as if he could already imagine from afar how good it would have felt to sink his fingers deep into the padding upon her plump, matronly curves. Her dormant state had her doing nothing to display any sort of threat, and yet Peter could feel a certain sense of danger welling up in his chest just to be in the same general area as her. Who knew what a woman her size could do, on the slightest whim?

He definitely liked that feeling. His body was starting to respond, to the point it was getting dangerous to be seen in public. A zebra like him had enough of a bulge even when he wasn't looking at anything he liked. Once long glance at her, and his cock was dripping from its sheath, getting pulled up taut beneath the fabric, pushing down his left leg and growing hazardously close to popping out the bottom of his shorts. He was going to have to do something, but he still hadn't moved. What had been a showy unveiling of his stripes had become an awkward, lingering daze as he stood there by the poolside, completely ignoring all the people dodging around him as he blocked the way. His focus hadn't shifted. He stared at that gator so hard he might as well have been projecting lasers from his eyes, but she still didn't acknowledge him in any way. It was hard to tell for the sunglasses covering her eyes, but she might have been asleep.

He was tentative at first. Being at the same facility, the same area code as her was already playing with fire, so to speak. She was one hot gator, and he wasn't a naive zebra. Not entirely, anyway. He knew he had to be careful around big, meat-loving predators. They had always been nice to him so far through his life, but his heart was doing something weird as he approached, trotting over on noisy hooves, his treacherously lewd bulge bouncing along with his every step. It occurred to him how much noise he was making, clopping along like that, but he couldn't help it. His legs were getting too shaky, too stiff and tense for him to sneak up to her. And if all the commotion of a crowded summer's day at the public pool hadn't woken her yet, then one more sound amid the merry cacophony wouldn't either. She only got bigger as he approached. He had almost thought perhaps she was some sort of illusion, like a trick of perspective or the reflection of the sun in his eyes. But she was every bit the giant, solid reptile she had seemed from afar, and when he was close enough to touch her, he stopped and simply looked for a while, taking his time to let his eyes dart over every detail kept confined in her tight pink bathing suit. There was enough fabric there to keep half a dozen women modest.

She was a feast for his eyes. He knew he was being a bit odd, just standing there, gawking at her in silence, but at the same time he couldn't understand why no one else was doing the exact same thing. She had tits the size of his whole head, maybe bigger, a nice round belly, hips that looked wider than he was tall, thighs so juicy he fought down the urge to drool at the mere sight of them. His trunks situation was getting even more indecent, but he hardly cared. Everyone was just going to have to deal with the fact that he was getting a boner right there in public from the mere sight of that gloriously huge gator woman all sprawled out and snoozing comfortably, oblivious to his attention. Or at least, he assumed she was still asleep, disregarding how his angle of approach meant catching the sun on his stripey back, casting a shadow over the reptile. He hadn't exactly considered that basking in the sun meant she had no need of shade.

"Getting enough of an eyeful, or should I turn over to let you baste me evenly with that look of yours?"

Maybe she'd been watching him all that time, but he didn't notice until she lowered her sunglasses and shot him a look right back that almost kicked him back into the pool. He staggered back as if he'd been struck, his jaw falling open and his eyes going wide. The first sound out of his mouth was an a stupid-sounding sputter he couldn't have topped if he was trying to be as unflattering as possible.

"Buh..."

"Well said." She took those sunglasses off and let them dangle on one finger for a time as she smacked her lips at him. "Shall we go somewhere you can have a proper look? People might start asking questions with you standing there, bulging like that."

As much as he wanted to say something smooth and charismatic to impress her in those moments, all he could do was glance down at the growing rise of his cock beneath his shorts and give an apologetic look.

"Sorry, it's just ..."

"No, no. It's cute. But eyes are on us, and I would prefer not to be banned from the pool. I enjoy my time here. This way, please."

She was imposing enough while seated and stretched out. Watching her rise from her chair was like watching a mountain being formed before his eyes. She caught the sun just right to shine brightly in his eyes, looking radiant even as she lumbered to her feet with the heavy, commanding gait of an alligator. Her fat tail thumped down to the poolside with a wet smack, and he was left to regard her solid gut until he tilted his head back to gaze up at her distant face. She planted her hands on her hips, gave her head a crack to the side with an audible POP, and then nodded expectanty when Peter still refused to move. That set him into motion, turning his paintbrush tail around and carefully trotting off in the indicated direction, not entirely sure of where he was going, or what was going to happen when he was there. He kept himself bent almost double, looking like he was experiencing some sort of back pain when it was really just a matter of trying his best to conceal his boner as much as possible. No one was looking at him anyway. As soon as that gator rose and started striding across the pool area, a silence fell over the lively scene. Plenty of eyes were on the gator, just to see what she was up to. She'd been dormant so long some people had almost forgotten she was there.

He kept on wondering in a stunned haze until she tugged him by the shoulder, keeping him from strolling into a wall. Her touch was firm.

"Where are you going? The lockers are this way."

"Oh, right!"

Peter might as well have been heavily intoxicated. Maybe it would have been for the best, to prevent him from being overtaken by that anxious, pounding sensation. Just what exactly was she going to do to him in there? He wandered in with his eyes wide, finding the room conspicuously empty. That was certainly convenient, especially on a busy day, almost as if everyone had quietly cleared out before they got there. But he was probably overthinking it. Whatever the case, they had plenty of privacy, and he was confident they were going to need it. God, it was happening, it was really happening. The thought renewed him, banishing his nervousness, making him bounce back to life and almost ripping his shorts clean open when he stood up straight and grinned at her.

"So, um! I never actually caught your name. I'm Peter by the way."

"Mmhmm," she nodded slowly. "Vanessa."

"Riiiiight. I think I knew that somehow or other." He wasn't sure where, but the name struck him as familiar. Someone somewhere had told him something about her, but that was about as specific as his brain got.

"Ah. My reputation precedes me, I see. What did they tell you?"

He hopped up to sit on a nearby countertop, just so he could be slightly closer to her face. Even then, he was still no higher than her breasts.

"Um, not sure really. Probably something good."

"Mm."

That was all the acknowledgement she gave him. She was setting to undressing without any sort of fanfare. It wasn't easy, given just how large she was, but she didn't need any help. He rocked back and forth some, his cock so tightly outlined beneath his shorts that he might as well have wrapped it in plastic, the fabric showing the bulges of his thick veins while he throbbed with anticipation. This was it, really it, the thing he wanted but never got, never in a satisfying way at least. She was using those thick digits to loosen her top, and then off it came, letting those titanic gator tits wobble free of their covering. He was in an instant biting deep into his lower lip, hurting himself at the mere sight as she set her bikini top on the counter beside him and took to hefting up her massive bust, squishing, squeezing, and letting those fine breasts drop down with a heavy jiggle that passed down into her belly and thighs, rippling throughout all the padded fat on her beneath the harsh and shiny scales.

"Well? Go ahead. Get that look you wanted so much. Use your hands too. Press hard so I can feel them."

She said it as if she doubted he was even strong enough to please her. He knew her scales were thick, but he wasn't going to let that discourage him. Scooting forth, he reached straight out and took a hard, deep squeeze of those lovely gator tits, pressing in almost as hard as he could to bury his digits in that soft fat. When that didn't make her flinch, or even visibly react, he squeezed harder, grunting some, squeezing and kneading those breasts from every angle he could, squishing until he finally got a little moan. Or maybe more a grunt, a distinctly gator-ish sound from deep in her throat that indicated at least she was feeling something. He was sitting there squashing as much tit as he could in each hand, getting his arms all bulgy with the effort, and the best she could give him was that single bassy note of what he hoped was approval. But that didn't change his excitement any, especially when she reached a hand out and gently placed it on the back of his head, tussling through his mane with sharp claws. That was encouragement enough.

Whether or not that was what she was really indicating, he took it as a hint to indulge himself exactly how he'd wanted to from the very start. Just like diving into the pool, he threw his whole body into it, lunging forth until he smacked snug into her scaly cleavage. The harsh texture of her skin digging into his face made him slightly regret going so fast, but the reward was worth it. All at once, he was encased in big fat gator tits, feeling them wrapping around his entire head. She pushed them together gently, just to further immerse him in her bust until he could barely breathe. He didn't need to. He already had everything he needed, and he progressed from nuzzling at her tits, kissing, even licking with that big pink equine tongue. There was a nice sheen of his own drool on them by the time she guided him back with a tug on his mane, though it was hardly for any sort of rest. She was just putting him somewhere else, positioning him with his lips up against one firm nipple, letting him feel it poking against his lips. He gave a slurp, and it got harder, producing a thin but surprisingly warm stream of unusually sweet milk. He didn't even know gators could lactate, and the exotic flavour made it almost impossible to resist latching on and giving a few sucks and gulps while he throbbed away, straining his shorts and starting to soak through them as he put out enough pre to fill a shotglass with every steady pump of his thick-veined equine dick.

"Get those shorts off already," she told him, her tone just slightly wavering thanks to his generous suckles. "I'll give you something nice."

He almost chomped her breast in the process of biting his lip, drawing back just in time with a puff of air, leaving her teat to creamily trickle. Only then did he realize how out of breath he was. As silly as he knew he looked, he couldn't stop bouncing, rocking back and forth with overexcitement. It certainly didn't make it easy for him to peel those shorts off his cock, dropping them to the floor below without so much as thinking about finding them later. All his focus was on her. Her tits, her lips, her mature, stern, yet softened gaze regarding from so high above. His cock sprang straight up and thunked him in the gut when he let it free, that flare bulging to a mushroom shape, his medial ring flexing along with every bulging vein. The pre was cascading down the details of that glossy black spire by then, adding some extra shine between the lights of the locker room. Just outside, the summer cheer had continued, with voices shouting, laughing, and chatting away, but they were left all to themselves. No one entered as she ran her fingers down his chest, lightly scraping her claws along his skin. She admired his shoulders, his arms, then moved towards his middle, taking her time glazing down to the very base of his cock while he pumped out spurts of pre, trembling with the need for her. A real woman, a solid, confident titan, she was perfect, she was everything she needed, she was so sexy he could hardly stand it. And she had her fingers wrapped around his dick. It was almost too good to be true.

All he had to do was keep himself steady while she sent her fingers gliding up his lubricated cock, squeezing here and there, pressing her fingertips against the solid shaft here and there as if playing a flute. She found all the little places, all the little details that were extra sensitive, pleasuring him like a professional. Finally, someone who knew how to handle a zebra. His whole body was throbbing, his muscles flexing enough to make him jump a little as she rubbed him to a soaking flare, slowly bending herself down to bring her lips closer and closer to his dick. He felt her breath, he heard the slick sound of her lips parting, saw her tongue dribbling with saliva, with the anticipation of tasting him. By then he was almost whining, letting out a steady hnnnn as he struggled with his own bliss. She was everything he wanted, everything he found attractive in a woman, and he didn't even know until he met her. To think that someone as enticing as her was about to suck his cock, it was enough to send him to a breaking point, to keep him from holding back any longer, even if it meant ruining the moment.

All it took was a single touch of her tongue, plapping up against the flare of his fat dick, and he felt the pleasure rise to a place he could no longer control. No no no no, he thought, biting his lip, tossing his head back, snorting. But also yes. To just give in, to stop fighting, to let his body slip into a deeply enrapturing climax the likes of which he'd been dreaming of for so long. Maybe it was worth missing out on the chance for a proper blowjob from a hot gator milf. He had no choice. He was rocking, kicking, braying and crying out like he was afraid, whimpering his delight as his cock gave a turgid thump and his smooth black nuts clenched up tight, churning up a load of zebra jizz as impressive as it was premature. Vanessa stood with her mouth still open, pausing in her attention to take the mess of cum straight in the mouth, gripping his cock tighter, giving it a few strokes as she rolled with the turn of events, milking out his seed and swallowing it down in a head tossing gator gulp. The rest, she let spray over her tits, leaving a steady trickle running down her scales, dripping to the floor as the scent of his orgasm mixed in with that of chlorine.

He was left panting, shaking, flopping down exhausted, and blushing uncontrollably. That wasn't what was supposed to happen. He was supposed to last all day, all night, to satisfy her and make her bellow. But instead, he was left sitting there, slowly opening his eyes to regard her faintly amused expression, looking at the way his cum coated her scales. It looked good on her, though he was still left stammering, not even sure how he was going to explain something like that. All the waiting, all the excitement and the rubbing in her shorts. He could have watched her bobbing up and down his dick, maybe even fucked her if he held out for long enough, but instead he blew his peak after half a second of her licking his cock, not even managing to hold out for a single suck. He rubbed the back of his head, took some time to catch his breath, but even then seemed to puff for air while he mumbled his apology.

"I, um ... I didn't mean to go so fast. I just really really liked you, and ..."

Vanessa gave a heavy shrug of her shoulders.

"Oh, it happens. You young boys. All fresh into your adulthood, thinking you're ready to fuck like beasts from the start. It's cute. Some of them don't even get as far as you."

He gave a nervous chuckle, still worried that she might be mad at him.

"Hah, r-really? They just blow in their pants or something?"

"Mmhmm. It's nothing to be ashamed of. You need a lot of experience to get good at something. Sex included. And I always end up satisfied anyway."

"Oh yeah? Why's that?"

He felt the tension release from his chest when she mentioned being satisfied. Was that ... good enough? Maybe he hadn't disappointed her after all. He did give her a nice load of cum to swallow. It was an impressive cumshot, even if it was early. She didn't answer him though. Instead, she took him by the shoulders, and lifted him straight up from the counter as if he weighed nothing, pressing him against her bust, her belly. It was a sweet, warm embrace, even if her scales were a little scratchy. He rubbed against her some in the process of cuddling up, but he was spent. There was no getting that cock hard again for a while after a load like that, but he didn't mind the touches. She shifted her grip, taking him by the butt, giving his stripey rear a good squeeze while he gazed into her eyes. He didn't get to look for long. Such a sight was obscured by the shocking display of her maw, suddenly stretched out before him as she opened up wide, leaving him to regard the dripping cavern of humid breath. Her teeth, her tongue, and her open gullet expanding into his perception, it was all enough to leave him transfixed, awed, even admiring her mouth from a mere few inches away, paying minimal attention to what such a grand display meant for his future.

She didn't bite down forcefully, but she couldn't resist her own gator side. He didn't even see it happen. One moment he was staring down her throat, and the next, he was hearing the SNAP of her jaws enveloping him, clacking shut around his shoulders, leaving her teeth pressing into his skin but not piercing him. She was careful enough. A nibble of his tender, naked young body, and she gave his ass a hard shove, forcing him face-first into her gullet before giving a toss of her head. With most of his torso firmly clasped in her jaws, his legs were left to flail about limply, his spine giving a slight crack as she whipped him upwards with enough force she would have probably sent him through the ceiling if she let go in that moment. Instead he was left to flail and faintly kick, stunned and breathless, feeling the warm embrace of a gator's gullet schlurping around his face, tugging him down into the heated darkness as he sagged in the fat of her neck, making it wobble with his confused struggles.

His mind was a haze of instinct and orgasm. She couldn't have really been doing it. She'd taken her hands off of him and was letting his legs dangle from her jaws as she slurped him in, gnawing on his hips, his thighs, his butt. Those teeth could have crushed him in an instant, but she wasn't hurting him. He was left kneading his way down her gullet, hardly feeling her gulping at him. The muscles didn't squeeze hard. They were merely holding him, teasing him, maybe pleasuring him. His cock even gave a bit of a twitch as she laid it over her tongue, and he gave a few grinds to see if he could get something going. But it wasn't just the touch, the stimulation. Something about getting trapped in the drooly jaws of a huge, reptilian predator was taking him right back to something buried deep in his mind. He should have been more careful by the waterhole. Though it was getting hard to breathe properly all stuffed in her throat like that, and the saliva running down around his face made if feel like he was going to drown if she didn't let him out soon. He was pretty sure that was still on the table, until gravity took over.

Another toss of her head, whipping it straight back towards the ceiling, and she turned him vertical. His hooves were sticking straight up in the air. His legs stiffened and twitched, and so did his cock, getting partly hard as he felt her start to shake him down. Just like in one of those nature documentaries. He wobbled in her thick neck, bulging out, before vanishing into her chest, one stripe at a time. She slurped down his firm thighs, his calves, and gave another harsh SNAP of her jaws, her teeth clacking shut just behind his hooves. A few little kicks had them clunking around in her maw, but she rattled him down, her whole body rolling with those gator shakes, wobbling him into her gullet and then down into her fat gut. It expanded just a little with the weight of that cute zebra boy, but there wasn't a bulge, nor an outline. He was merely weight beneath her scales, sealed up deep in a gator's gut, leaving her to wipe her lips with the back of her hand and sigh. A few seconds later, and her belly gave a tremendous grumble, gurgling up a thick, wet rumble that echoed up the way he came, bursting from her jaws with a wet eruption that left a few flecks of spit spattered on the nearby mirror.

"BRAAAAAALPP.... Ahh. Much better." For just a moment, squeezing at her belly, she lost her steady composure to a deeply satisfied grunt and moan. "Nngh! Lovely zebra. Certainly one of my favourite foods. You settle in so nicely, you sweet hoof boys."

She wasn't speaking to him, exactly. It was more just a general statement. She looked herself over in the mirror for a moment, then set to wiping the cum off her tits with a paper towel. His taste still lingered on her tongue, and she found herself smacking her lips a few times, cherishing it. It wasn't that eating him was a momentous event. He was just one more among many meals. But a good one, for certain. She retrieved her top and set to putting it back on, looking more or less as she began, but for the slightly bigger gut. It was hard to tell unless someone had a good look at her before and after eating Peter, really. She turned to one side and the other, examining how much her belly stuck out, and then just shrugged. A steady sloshing announced her approach as she made her way out of the locker room, her prey bouncing up and down, invisible but audible as the gurgling and steady splurch of digestion began. She wasn't paying any more mind to him. Her foremost thought was returning to her chair and lounging off her early dinner while the sun was still at its hottest.

A few heads turned her way as she came lumbering and gurgling through the door, but nobody lingered for too long. Maybe she was still hungry, maybe not. She ignored the attention, jiggling her way back to her seat. The day commenced as normal, but for one missing zebra. Stretching out on her chair as before, she sighed and settled, putting her shades back on, rubbing her belly a few times and listening to the escalating noise. Maybe her meal was still twitching, maybe not. She wasn't thinking about it. All she did was close her eyes and slip into a content, warmly vegetative state beneath the sun, feeling it on her scales, especially her belly. The didn't bother her. She might have even slept, if it wasn't for the sound of a voice cutting through the crowd, some thirty minutes later.

"Where the hell are you, dumbass? Get locked in the shower? Pick up your stupid phone!"

Vanessa tilted her sunglasses down, spying a familiar-looking zebra girl pacing back and forth with a cell pressed to her ear, an annoyed expression on her face. The family resemblance was uncanny. A sister perhaps? Maybe even a twin. She couldn't be sure. A faint pang of hunger came over her as she looked up and down those stripes, her gaze unbroken, steadily focused on that fine piece of curvy equine meat, all wrapped up in a cute black and white bikini. Maybe she had room for seconds, but that was being greedy. She considered for a little longer, never letting that pacing zebra treat out of her sight, and finally just laid her head back down. Next time, perhaps. If they were a set, then they were one worth completing. And all the while that cute equine strolled about, looking annoyed with her brother for disappearing, hardly noticing the gaze of the deadly predator only a few feet away from her. If she hadn't resisted that greedy whim, she might have snapped her up right there, and downed her in two gulps, but instead that zebraess was left to stand within devouring distance of the hunger older woman who had swallowed her sibling, entirely unaware that the loudly churning gut bulging out of that fat reptile's curves was the hiding place for her simmering, softening brother. He was going to be gator fat, and nobody had any idea but for her.

The day continued and she hardly moved, sometimes asleep and sometimes only resting, her eyes occasionally playing over some of the figures around the pool, but not for any sort of hunger. She was satisfied processing that zebra down to pudge, absorbing him and fattening up on him, ever so slightly with each passing minute. It took until the pool was near to closing, and most of the swimmers had departed in search of supper, she finally stirred. It took some time for her to rise, hefting her softened belly, bouncing her thickened tits. It wasn't much of a difference, but that cute zebra had certainly left her fatter than before. She felt the weight jiggling on her, leaving her gait just a little heavier than it already was as she made her way to the locker rooms, startling a few stragglers as she made such a sudden appearance in the doorway. She wasn't paying much mind to them. Her focus was on the toilets, and she thudded along until she found the biggest stall at the back, one meant more for those as gifted with size as herself. Once glance, and she knew it wasn't going to be adequate, but that didn't matter much to her.

She could feel the porcelain creaking beneath her weight, and was grateful it didn't simply collapse beneath her. It was certainly not a good time for that, not that it ever was. She kept her fat tail lifted high and aligned her rear on the seat as best she could, finally giving a sigh of relief. It wasn't urgent, but the less time she waited the better, and she was finally in position to settle down, relax, and start to shit out that handsome zebra in a state much less pretty than his original striped form. The first SPLISH of impact echoed through the bathroom. A solid, hard-packed piece of waste, packed with ruined tufts of his former mane, made solid by the splintered bone that had faintly survived the passage. There wasn't much left, but it was just enough to say it was definitely him. That steaming mess the old fat gator was squeezing out into the toilet bowl was all that was left of that fine equine after a trip through her intestines. Vanessa gave a preemptive flush before moving onto pushing out the second chunk, but she already knew she was fighting a losing battle.

Pound after pound of former zebra piled up, some of it swirling down into the pipes, other bits remaining stubbornly afloat. It was starting to add up, and there came that nasty sound of a clog forming. Vanessa continued dumping him out, humming to herself all throughout the messy, if crudely satisfying process. When the tank was full, she gave another flush, her dump starting to grow a bit thinner once she was finished with the more solid pieces packed with ruined zebra bone. She piled that on top of all the rest, and soon none of it was going down at all. The bowl was deep, but it was piling up, and when she squeezed out the last few stubborn traces, she rose up swiftly to her feet so as not to let the accumulating mess touch her rear. She threw dirtied paper atop the mess when she was done cleansing, and hit the plunger one more time, to no avail. That toilet was ruined, clogged for good with the steaming remains of a digested zebra, a towering of dark gator shit for someone else to find. But it wasn't her fault the facilities couldn't handle her and her particular appetite.

By then, the locker room was empty, and the pool was technically closed for the night, but there was a notable absence of any attendants telling her it was time to leave. She made the most of that, luxuriously showering in the hottest water she could get out of those taps, scrubbing and simply basking in the heat as she enjoyed how well-fed she felt. It wasn't that they were never going to know what happened. Enough people had seen them departing together to get the idea. His trunks were still laying discarded by the sink where she'd attempted to suck him off. But she knew no one was going to give much trouble about it. He was just one zebra, after all. She probably could have eaten three boys like him all at once, if she was truly exercising her appetite. There were still plenty of swimmers coming to the pool each day, and she would be there to relax near them, eyeing the occasional morsel and beckoning, if needed. She didn't even need to lure them. They always seemed happy to walk off somewhere private with a gator big enough to swallow them whole, trusting or perhaps doubting she would never really do it. Or maybe they knew she was going to eat them, and some time alone with her and all her broad curves was worth it. She didn't bother to think too hard about the minds of preythings. They all digested the same in the end.