Rebecca at the beach
Rebecca has specific interests that she brings to the beach. Luckily, the denizens there are happy to help her work through them.
Rebecca had very specific interests. This became obvious the moment she arrived at the beach.
FRIENDLY BEACH RULES, the sign next to the pier read. She read them and nodded. They hadn't changed since the picture on the website was taken.
Rebecca knew all about the Friendly Beach from the website and forums. Soon, the Friendly Beach knew all about her.
Without hesitation she headed under the pier and just inside the shadows she saw Beachcomber sitting on a rock.
"Oh hey, dude," the long bendy semi-anthro otter purred. Rebecca put a finger in front of her lips and he shut up. He looked her over, she looked him over.
Beachcomber stood six and a half feet tall standing up despite his short legs, three hundred pounds of sleekly muscular surfer dude otter. A ruddery whip of a tail stuck out behind him where he sat and his whiskers were wider than his sloped semi-anthro shoulders. She was more interested in the long bulge in his tight beach shorts.
Beachcomber let out a pleased purr as Rebecca rubbed the bulge and without saying a word he pulled down his shorts. At the bottom was a furry scrotum and above that a foot-long ridge in his belly fur that swelled as she rubbed.
Beachcomber was an equal opportunity lover. He looked Rebecca over, taking in her long brown hair, pink bikini and shapely body. She was a pretty woman but he'd just as happily let a man jack him off. "Never turn down a blowjob," was his motto.
When his sheath pulled back and Rebecca had a formidable foot-long otter cock before he waited to see what she would do. What she did was grip it in both hands and start to pump.
He leaned back on his webby hands and let her work. There was no sign that she wanted to taste otter cock or climb up on his lap and impale herself. That meant he enjoyed himself without worrying about her pleasures.
Eventually Beachcomber chirped and came on Rebecca's wrists as she pumped. He let out a long purring groan of pleasure, wrapped one webby hand around her hip and yawned.
Rebecca saw his jaws creak unnaturally wide, but they didn't get any closer. He was much larger and stronger and with one pull of his hand and snap of his jaws she'd be doomed. Instead he faked a real yawn rather than a predatory one and waited to see what she would do.
Rebecca looked at his sharp predatory teeth and the purple chute of gullet waiting behind them. There was room in his maw for her entire head and the slick gullet was wide enough to stick her arm into without touching the sides.
Rebecca knew all about the beach. If she leaned forward and put her chin on his tongue their encounter would end with a long ottery belch heard from inside the otter. A new her would appear at the reformation spot near the head of the pier and the old her would get a short trip through a hungry otter's digestive tract.
When she failed to lean forward he closed his mouth. He gripped her hip so his claws almost reached her pussy and a long wash of ottery tongue came out and wrapped up past the top of his muzzle. He said nothing, but he looked down at her groin as he licked.
Rebecca turned that offer down too, giving him a little curtsey before wiping his cum off on the sand. Beachcomber smiled a whiskery smile and waved a webby hand as she headed back to her car. She'd only been on the beach for fifteen minutes but that was all the time she needed to find what she wanted to find.
What Rebecca did away from the beach no one knew. No one there even knew her name. Each day she showed up, found a male of some sort happy to enjoy her attention, and then left without a word. Soon the word spread, albeit not from her, and men on the beach would watch her head under the pier. They'd like that sort of attention too, but she had eyes only for the animals.
Others were interested and just as disappointed. Callie the cheetah woman paused and licked her chops as Rebecca went by, but Rebecca no more wanted a cheetah-fur coat than an ottery one.
Rebecca knew what she wanted and she got it. Within a few more visits a seal, two seal lions, and a big feral otter all came in her hands as she enthusiastically pumped their cocks.
Then she met the dolphin. Under the pier and deep in among the barnacle-covered rocks was a seawater pool someone dug out of the sand. A sort of canal trench connected it to the water even at low tide and on more than one occasion she saw an assortment of humans and sea mammals enjoying each other in it.
On this particular morning there was just one lone dolphin in the pool and as Rebecca approached it chittered and rolled on its side in the water.
Rebecca raised an eyebrow as the dolphin's cock appeared. The various males she'd jacked off all had normal enough looking schlongs. Essentially fleshy tubes with whatever color or bulbous bits their species enjoyed.
The dolphin wasn't like that. He had a flattened S shape of a cock, with a thin tip gradually thickening toward the base and then a sort of seam with an even thicker part below that.
She was certain humans fucked dolphins here, because they fucked everything, but the base of the dolphin's cock was thicker than her ankle. Beachcomber would probably hold back rather than jamming his whole foot-long in, but a dolphin? He'd hump like a jackhammer the second you let him put in his tip. It seemed like a good way to get hurt.
That wasn't a problem if she grabbed it so she slid into the water next to him and did just that. Just as she expected, the moment her fingers closed around the dolphin's cock he began to thrust. His whole body undulated and he was a solid mass of aquatic muscle several times her size. If she'd let the dolphin fuck her every inch of his cock would be in her right now, narrow tip to painfully thick base.
All she could do was hold on. The force of the dolphin's undulations pushed her against the sandy edge of the pool. He thrust with punishing force and once the fact it was quick kept the handjob from exhausting her. The dolphin chittered, shuddered, and came in her hands.
It was brief, but it was fun. The dolphin chittered gratefully and disappeared down the trench canal toward the sea. All that was left was a few fast dissipating strings of dolphin cum in the water.
Rebecca only jacked off one animal a day, returning home afterward to think about it. Her collection of animal themed sex toys let her do things in her bedroom she wouldn't do at the beach. She didn't own a dolphin dildo but ordered one that day.
Pictures from the Friendly Beach let companies make very accurate animal cock toys and a mottled pink sea lion dildo stood in for the dolphin. Plenty of sea lions at the beach would happily do to her what she did with the dildo but she liked to keep that activity private.
What she did at home was none of their business but her many silent lovers at the beach were happy with what they got. The next day she finally met Jeff the half sea lion lifeguard, off duty and hanging out under the pier. Jeff knew what was going on, probably told about her by Beachcomber before the word spread more widely, and happily came in her hands before waving as she left. Back home the dolphin dildo was waiting but the same sea lion one as yesterday stood in for Jeff. It was so much like his cock she was sure one was modeled after the other.
Most people who went to the Friendly Beach never fucked an animal or got eaten. Others tried it once and swore off. Rebecca went there almost every day but her source of amusement was as safe as safe can be. She'd never end up with a bun in the oven, million to one chance or no, and never go through the existential angst some experienced when they wondered if their new body had the same soul as the one on its way to being some sea beast's bowel movement.
Rebecca knew what she wanted and she got it. A few days later she returned to the high tide pool and met the same dolphin again.
He had a long streak of scar or birthmark down one flank so he was instantly recognizable. She only saw it for a moment because as soon as he spotted her he rolled to the side and extruded his penis.
There was something different about him this time, she thought as he thrust against her hands. He was as streamlined as ever but she'd swear he had a certain blimp shape he lacked before. As he humped her knuckles sank into his blubbery hide and she felt the soft shape of a partially digested meal.
She was sure she felt bones moving among the liquefied flesh. Just then the dolphin chittered and came in her hands. With a grateful chirp and a flip of his tail he disappeared back toward the sea.
Rebecca wondered if it was a human in there, or some similarly sized meal like a sea lion or huge fish. The animals around here could yawn unnaturally wide and creatures much smaller than the dolphin had looked her over the way a hungry man looked at a hamburger. Beachcomber was the first but he wasn't the last to offer her a trip through his bowels. None of them ever pressed the issue so she remained undigested.
The next time she saw the dolphin she found out what he'd been eating. She found the tide pool empty that day, but as she turned away a chitter drew her eyes to the canal. The scarred dolphin made his way to the pool, propelled by his flukes and steering with pushes of his foreflippers against the sandy sides.
The long bulge in his body drew her eye at once. Horny as always, the dolphin reached the pool and unsheathed his cock.
He would have to wait, though he bent his tail around and she had to fend off his cock with a hand against his belly. Her other hand followed the lumpy bulge from his midsection upward. She tapped his snout, or beak, she thought a dolphin's mouthparts were called, and he opened his mouth. There was a set of human feet in the dolphin's maw.
Rebecca blinked. The dolphin snapped his beak shut and undulated in the water as he swallowed with all his might. The long bulge shifted southward, but as he relaxed it moved back upward. With an irritated chatter the dolphin opened his beak and the feet were still there.
Rebecca's eyes widened as the feet moved in the dolphin's mouth. The person was still alive.
She figured out how it had to work. The dolphin was big, but its stomach couldn't hold a whole human. It had swallowed this one down and part of them was in its gut, while the rest was stretched out in its gullet all the way to its mouth. She wasn't sure how dolphins breathed, other than the blowhole thing, but this one seemed fine with a throat full of human.
The last time she saw him he was fat with partially digested something and she quessed that he'd digest the person's head and upper body to make room in his stomach for the rest. Bit by bit he'd swallow the rest down until the entire meal was digested and passed. At some point the soft sloshing bulge she'd felt last time would be there, if briefly.
Rebecca shrugged. It wasn't her business what other people did at the beach. The dolphin made another heroic effort to swallow his meal down and let out a long belch when this failed. She didn't know dolphins burped. Maybe only when they ate humans?
The long bulge in his body shifted as the swallowed person squirmed. They seemed unhappy with their current situation but she doubted the dolphin had taken an unwilling meal. A dozen animals could have overpowered and swallowed her by now, not to mention the three beach anthros who would all happily eat her. None of them ever did. The beach denizens were as polite and considerate as as a bunch of horny, hungry critters could be. At least, the ones she'd met.
The dolphin let out another long belch, then remembered he had a hard-on and pushed it against her. Rebecca took his cock in both hands and braced herself against the sandy wall as he thrust. The lumpy bulge in his body slowed his thrusting, but it didn't stop it. He flukes thrashed as he undulated and she was again happy he wasn't shoving all of himself into her. Fucking a dolphin this size would at least be painful and maybe even fatal.
Down beneath layers of dolphin blubber and muscle a living person squirmed and kicked, fully aware of what the dolphin was doing. Rebecca wasn't sure how they could still be alive. Maybe they were wearing one of those rebreather masks they rented on the pier? There was no telling how long they'd last in there if that was the case. She heard the flexible masks often passed entirely through a pred, so they had to be acid proof. The human wasn't and might simply digest to death if they couldn't get the mask off.
The dolphin chittered and came in her hands. Tired from fucking with an awkward bulge in his body, he didn't at once leave the way he did the last two times they met. Instead he continued to thrust slowly, the thick base of his cock gripped by her hands and the flexible tip wrapped around one of her wrists.
Strings of dolphin semen rose to the surface, clinging together. They weren't torn apart and dissipated by the thrash of his tail flukes this time.
The speed of his thrusts slowly increased as his lust rose. Rebecca wasn't sure how long it would take him to come again but he was on his way. She stayed braced against the sand and let him hump. It took both her hands to jack off a cock this size but that was fine. Her fun could wait until she got home.
The bulge in his body changed shape. There was a desperate quality to the squirming struggle now as the dolphin's stomach acids ate into its prey. A groan and gurgle emerged from beneath the dolphin's hide as its belly went to work. Digesting an entire human would take time but the process had started.
Rebecca gripped the dolphin's cock as it thrust. She was too busy to shrug, but mentally, that is what she did. Whoever it was in the dolphin's gullet had gotten themselves into this situation. They could find their own way out.