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Smokey smiled and waggled his claws at husband and wife campers as they went by the cabin window. He was leaning against the windowsill from the inside and he had reason to smile. Down out of sight of the campers was a college girl on her knees. Her fingers were dug in between her thighs. Her other hand was wrapped as far as it would go around Smokey's cock and his tip was in her mouth.

Her name was Nadia. She showed up at the campground two days before and immediately made friends with both of the resident rangers. Very, very good friends. Twice now she'd been on her knees with Rick behind her and Smokey's thick ursine cock in her mouth. She was a small woman and so far hadn't worked up the courage to sit in the big bear's lap.

It was one advantage Rick had over Smokey. He fit into everyone, but Smokey often had to settle for blowjobs. That was fine with the big bear. As had happened with one of the previous anthro bears who held the position, the anecdote was often passed around that they called him Smokey because he liked having his pole smoked.

With Smokey properly distracted and his gaze out the window, she took her hand from between her thighs and slid it into the pocket of the ranger jeans around Smokey's knees.

"Hey Smoke," said someone from outside the cabin. Smokey mumbled something Nadia couldn't make out and got an amused sounding reply. She knew the voice, higher pitched than Smokey's but still colored by the shape of the speaker's muzzle. Rick was out there chatting with the bear. The half chuckle in his voice meant he must guess was going on out of sight.

"What's that boy?" The raccoon said in response to Smokey's distracted mumble. "Jimmy's fallen into a well and can't get out?"

"Jerk," Smokey said good-naturedly, then his voice trailed off into a long growl. Nadia had taken her hand off his cock but now she was doing her best to swallow his heavy bear cock. He big bear growled and suddenly she was also swallowing a glutenous wad of bear cum as fast as it spurted into her gullet. So far the score was Smokey 3, Rick 1, if you only counted the masses of potential hybrid kids that ended up in her stomach.

By the time Smokey recovered, her hand was out of his pocket and she'd palmed the one key she took from the bear ranger's keyring. She'd only needed both hands for a moment and she rubbed his furry balls as the last drops of bear jism dripped into her mouth.

What worked at the last three campgrounds worked here, too, but Nadia made a mistake. These rangers weren't human. Even outside the cabin window Rick's rounded raccoon ears perked up at the sound of keys clinking. He met Smokey's gaze and looked down as though seeing through the wall. Smokey's furry ears flipped around and he listened too, even as his semen slid down Nadia's throat.

"Thanks," he growled as he buckled his belt. "Needed that." She slipped away, giggling, as he reached for her rump, and she sauntered out the door despite the unspoken offer communicated by a foot-long bear tongue that slid out of his mouth and wrapped most of the way around his muzzle.

"Don't forget," Rick said to the bear face in the window. He waved distractedly at Nadia as she went by, privately considering that Smokey's cock must have been halfway down her throat for him to not smell cum on her breath. She might have a shy pussy when it came to Smokey's Coke-can-thick cock, but not a shy mouth.

"We have that audit team coming in tomorrow afternoon," he went on. Smokey looked puzzled only for an instant, then his furry face smoothed.

"We'll go over the receipts in the morning," Smokey said smoothly. Rick nodded. Nadia was just within earshot, exactly as the raccoon planned.

Later that evening, the lights in the windows of two small cabins on either side of the main ranger office went off, one and then the other. Someone was watching, and that person waited nearly an hour after that. Only then did she creep onto the porch of the office cabin.

Inside the darkened cabin a scratching noise could be heard from the door. There was a subtle movement in the shadows, but no sound. Rick waited until she'd entered and shut the door behind herself before turning on the desk lamp. She stood blinking into the light, with the same clothes on as earlier but with the addition of a satchel bag on a strap.

"Good evening Nadia," he said. "Nice to see you. The safe's right there.” He waved casually at the campground receipts safe, bolted to the floor behind the desk.

She didn't even hesitate. Her hand darted into her bag and came out with a small pistol.

Rick didn't move. He didn't have to. Her wrist disappeared into a huge bear hand before she had the gun pointed at him. Smokey squeezed, gently, and she yelped and dropped the pistol. He'd sat next to the door, still as a statue, for nearly an hour. It was that or risk the floor creaking as five hundred pounds of bear shifted its feet.

Now he stood up. "Nadia, Nadia," Smokey growled. "Stealing from us is one thing. Pulling a gun on Rick is another. Someone should have told you what happens to troublemakers around here."

"Let go," she growled at him. She tugged at his hand, but his arm didn't move a millimeter. Smokey could snap her arm by squeezing harder or rip it right out of its socket, but he settled for grabbing the straps of her bag. One sharp tug and the bag was on the floor. Half her shirt went with it and her breasts poked from below a fringe of ragged cloth.

She could no more fight him than a toddler could fight an adult four times its size. Smokey gripped her upper arms and lifted her off the floor.

"She's small, isn't she Rick," Smokey growled. Rick was already out of her chair and stepping toward.

"Hey!" protested the woman as Smokey turned her over in his grip. Blood rushed to her head as her feet kicked just shy of the ceiling. Smokey had her draped over his shoulder and she was looking down at Rick unbuttoning his shirt. He'd learned from previous incidents. The last time he did this with a shirt on all the buttons popped off.

"Very small," Rick replied. Nadia watched, curious and then horrified, as Rick planted his feet, made sure his furry face was right below her, and yawned.

"Now wait just a -" were Nadia's last words. Smokey lowered her and there was nowhere for her face to go but into the raccoon's maw.

Rick reached up and grabbed her shoulders, guiding her into his jaws. There was a muffled, terrified sound from his gullet as the shape of a human face bulged out of his neckfur. Tightly stretched fur showed hollows of her eyes and mouth, then Rick swallowed and the shape was gone down into his chest.

"It never fails to amaze me, watching you do that," Smokey growled. He lowered Nadia and Rick turned where he stood, getting his upper jaw over one of Nadia's shoulders and his chin beneath the other. Tendons creaked as his jaws stretched uncannily wide. Smokey weighed five hundred pounds and the biggest thing he'd swallowed was a black bear about two thirds his size. Rick, at five foot nothing and not much over a hundred pounds, was swallowing a woman who weighed at least as much as he did.

Nadia's legs kicked as Rick's fangs scraped her breasts. Rick was stronger tham he looked but swallowing unwilling prey this size was like a violent wrestling match that ended with one of the wrestlers inside the other. He could do it, but it was exhausting.

Not this time, though. Rick simply stood there as Smokey lowered Nadia and she slipped into his maw as neatly as a letter dropped into a mailbox. With a second gulp the shape of her breasts was moving through his taut neckfur and her legs kicked frantically as her face slipped into the raccoon's stomach. There wasn't much acid there to greet her but the smell of bile and sting of caustic slime told her what would happen if she didn't escape.

As her hips reached Rick's wide-open jaws, Smokey took both her ankles in one huge hand and tore away her shorts. Her underwear went with them and the furry mound that had happily accepted Rick's raccoon cock was last seen slipping past his tongue into the darkness of his gullet.

Nadia's head pressed against the bottom of Rick's stomach and as her face slithered along the slimy walls Rick reached up and tugged at the bulge. She had no choice but to bend down toward herself, beginning to curl up in the stomach that would digest her.

With a lurch of Rick's muzzle her hips were gone and Smokey let go of her ankles. Nadia's blinked into the slimy dark, quickly running out of air but conscious enough to kick. It was enough to make Rick sway where he stood but this wasn't his first human meal. Rick put a hand against the wall to brace himself and swallowed Nadia's knees.

The bulge in his middle was alarmingly large and it grew as Nadia's calves slid slowly onto Rick's maw. The thinly stretched fur of his belly twitched as Nadia struggled, but the slimy walls of his stomach just slipped and slid beneath her fingers. One of her shoes was already off thanks to Smokey's effort to tear off her shorts and Rick paused, her feet just outside his jaws, and popped the other one off her foot.

He didn't bother with her socks. They and the few scraps of cloth she still wore would either make their way through his bowels or come up when he coughed up her hair. Rick braced both hands against the wall, lifting his muzzle so her feet slipped neatly in. He tensed, swallowed, and it was over.

The bulge in his furry middle was as big as the rest of him out together and the shape of Nadia's curled up body showed through the fur like a bas-relief sculpture. She struggled, half suffocated already and too weak to cause him any problems. He wrapped both hands around the bulge to help support it and waddled backwards until he could sit on the short office sofa.

In the darkness of the raccoon's belly Nadia gasped. Her fingernails left tracks in the caustic slime that coated the walls. She kicked and squirmed, but everything in here was slimy and slippery, including her. The thump of the excited raccoon's heart pulsed through her, only inches away, and Rick's ribcage creaked as it got used to being stretched around a whole human. She was not the first person to visit his stomach and though she was as heavy as the entire raccoon, that just meant it would he would need a while to digest her.

There was a long gurgle as Rick's stomach responded to the arrival of its meal. Rivulets of caustic goo dripped down over Nadia, headed for the slowly growing pool of caustic juices forming at the lower end of his stomach. That was down by her butt and the tingle turned into real pain all too quickly.

She said something, perhaps pleading for mercy, but even Smokey's keen ears only heard a mumble from beneath Rick's stretched fur. The raccoon let out a smug-sounding belch and Nadia twitched inside him. Rick gripped the bulge to muffle her last few kicks. Little air had gone down with her and is stomach acids barely had time to burn her before she was gone.

"You were thinking about fucking her, weren't you?" Rick asked, sitting down, he had to look up at the bulge in Smokey's ranger pants. It had gotten bigger as Nadia slipped out of sight.

"I've done that with Cathy," Smokey said. "But she's huge. Fucking her into your mouth might have hurt you."

Rick nodded. He'd only met the enormous she-cat a few times. Smokey claimed she could suck an entire human into her sex. The big bear sometimes helped shove them in. It was safest to avoid her predatory pussy with hands or muzzle, so naturally Smokey did the ramrodding with his penis.

Rick tugged at the great bulge in his middle, getting Nadia situated before standing back up. Smokey policed the cabin, putting the scraps of clothing and shoes into a bag. He went through the satchel and oddly enough Nadia hadn't had a phone on her. Maybe she was worried about being tracked, which given her habits was reasonable.

The little pistol was already in his pocket. He'd drop it into a crevice in the rocks, trash the clothes and shoes. When he took down Nadia's tent and donated it to the Goodwill and Rick finished digesting her, the last trace of her presence at the campground would be erased. They were allowed to eat people under certain circumstances, but it was best if they kept the event out of the public eye as much as possible.

Smokey looked outside to make sure no campers would see then escorted Rick the short distance to his cabin. Rick waddled along with the bulge between his hands and Smokey positioned himself so anyone at the nearest campsite would see him rather than the swollen raccoon. It was a small risk, but it was dark and most campers were asleep.

"I'll handle the walkthrough in the morning," he told Rick. The raccoon nodded gratefully as he trundled into his cabin. Only a night light was on, the desk lamp having been shut down by the timer it was plugged into. He didn't bother turning on the ceiling light. He and Smokey both saw better in the dark than a human.

The cabin was a little one room thing, only twelve by twenty feet but there was room for a fridge, microwave, and a toilet. Across from that was his desk and a bed big enough for Rick and a friend. Usually that was the two side by side, or one atop another. This time it was one inside the other and Rick let out a relieved sigh as he stretched out on his side.

The door clicked shut behind Smokey and the key rattled in the lock. Just as well to be sure no confused camper wandered in to see the shape of a curled up woman in the raccoon's middle. Rick let out another long burp and was asleep almost before it left his lips.

As he slept his guts gurgled and churned. Quantities of digestive acid soaked into Nadia, softening her skin and eating their way into her body through natural bodily openings like her mouth and sex. By the time he woke up eight hours later the lumpy bulge in his middle was soft and sloshing. Nadia's skeleton was still largely intact, floating in the jellied mass of liquefying flesh. Rick had a ponderous pot belly still but at least the nature of his huge meal wasn't as obvious.

With a grunt of effort he made his way to the toilet. Indoor plumbing is a treasure when you don't want people to see you after a meal little this. Rick sat, lifted his tail, and the first of at least a dozen portions of what used to be Nadia departed his body. He'd be camped out in his cabin for a couple of days. It wouldn't do for campers to wonder why he was suddenly so round in the middle.

With his bowels healthily emptied he flushed the toilet and waddled to his desk. It was time for the morning park ranger Zoom meeting.

"No word yet on any more thefts," the chief ranger opened. "Bridgeport, Mono Lake and June Lake campgrounds had someone get into their safes and steal campground fees. If they're dumb enough to keep going in the same direction -"

"Right," said Ranger Ellie up at Devil's Postpile. Ellie was a good friend and another of the few women who'd fucked Smokey and Rick at the same time. Nadia was only the fourth woman they'd spit-roasted.

"Got it," Rick said to the screen. "We'll keep an eye out." Like the other rangers he had the video off.

"Bear in mind we think the person responsible is getting safe keys from the camp rangers," Dave said. "So keep your key ring close at hand."

The meeting went on for a few more minutes. Ranger Carson was up at Onion Valley this morning and reported some vandalism, Ranger O'Neill at Diaz Lake said someone had abandoned a camper full of junk. Eillie had to warn a bunch of drunk campers to keep the noise down. Typical ranger business.

Rick turned his microphone off as soon as he'd said his piece. No need for anyone to hear the gurgles emerging from the swollen belly between him and the laptop. Digesting a whole human is a lot of work and his stomach was busy breaking down Nadia still. It would be at least a full day yet before the largest of her bones crumbled and passed.

She was only the seventh person he'd eaten. One lemur-man, a drug dealer women who tried to knife him, another who attacked him with a rubber knife. Unfortunately he didn't realize it was rubber until he'd finished swallowing her. "Oops," he'd said, followed by a burp. Then there were the mother and child he ate when he lost his temper. He still felt bad about that. Finally there was Callie the cheetah woman, who happily put her face in his mouth.

And now Nadia. Rick checked his email, then stretched out on the bed again. He was sleepy again already. Post-Thanksgiving-Dinner food comas had nothing on swallowing a whole human.

He'd liked Nadia, but she was barely as tall as he was. Having resolved not to eat any more children no matter how annoying, the list of people small enough to swallow was short, and she was on it. Every time he was atop her in bed he was tempted to yawn. He hadn't, of course, but he'd thought to himself that he just needed an excuse. And what do you know, thanks to the ranger meetings he got one. All it took once he suspected her was to give her a reason to try for the safe that night, so he made up the bit about the audit team. It was a test of sorts; if he was wrong about hearing the keys all would be well for her. If he was right, she'd get to wear a raccoon-fur coat for as long as it took to digest her.

"You know, if you hadn't pulled that gun you'd just be in jail now," he said to his swollen belly. "I guess you didn't hear the rumors."

He stroked the softening shape of her face where it bulged from his fur. The skull was still intact and her eye and mouth holes were hollows in his stretched pelt. He stroked downward from there and found the beginnings of new love handles above his hips. By the time she was digested and passed he'd have gained close to twenty pounds.

He wasn't like Smokey, three or four times the size of most of his meals. Smokey could swallow someone and two days later you'd never know it happened. When he ate someone it took a couple of months to work off the fat.

"You see, at most campgrounds, troublemakers come and go," Rick said to what used to be a woman. He pinched the new Nadia love handle. "Here, troublemakers stay."

Rick yawned, settled down on his side with the soft bulge toward the wall, and went back to sleep. It was a lot of work to digest a whole woman. Best let his stomach focus all its efforts.