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Tame Camp - The Very Friendly Cheetah

By Strega

In a secluded bit of veldt in Kenya there is a place called the 'Tame Camp'. Officially Camp Mwele, it is much like many other tourist destination where one could go to see exotic African wildlife. Save that at Tame Camp, the average person did more than just see them.

Once its true nature became apparent Camp Mwele developed a thriving business, with waiting lists for each campsite. After all, where else could one go and expect to fuck a lion or hyena or rhino in complete safety? The local animals were uncannily keen of wit, many able to understand human languages and a few even able to speak them. They quickly grasped the function of the camp and the interested ones showed up night after night to fuck, be fucked, or both.

Why not? The savannah is not a safe or stress-free place to live. Predators had to hunt or starve, with at most a few days of rest before they had to do it again, and the prey animals knew they were constantly on the menu. When not worrying about who to catch or who might catch them, there was always infighting to occupy the time. Territories to be defended, rivals to fight. Sometimes this was in-species, like lions fighting over who got to head the pride or who got to control a territory, and other times it was long smouldering hatreds between species, like the endless war between hyenas and lions.

Only a few escaped the stress. Elephants and other huge sorts were virtually immune to predators unless an entire pride of lions or pack of hyenas made it a point to take one on. Leopards dragged their prey up into trees to eat, frustrating would-be thieves. Snakes only ate on occasion and hid over the long digestion of their meals. Honey badgers, while small, were so fierce and seemingly fearless that few dared bother them. It just wasn't worth the risk of losing an eye or your testicles to an angry, thirty-pound weasel.

On the other hand there were the ones who while predatory, had to constantly look over their shoulders lest they be stolen from or attacked. Solitary members of pack creatures like lions and hyenas, among others At the top of that list sat the cheetahs. Fast but fragile, they would run down their prey, a gazelle or other modest-sized creature, and eat with desperate haste in the hopes of getting a meal before a lion or hyena inevitably showed up to steal their kill. Even if no one saw the hunt, the moment vultures started to circle all attention was on the cheetah's kill and when a lion three times your size showed up it was abandon the kill or join it in the big cat's stomach.

Then the Tame Camp sprang up, and the local animals, besides enjoying the chance to 'visit' with humans, realized that the truce between them within its environs meant it was a place to decompress, de-stress, and relax. It was as much of a vacation spot for the lions and gazelles and others as it was for the humans.

And to the tame camp came the Very Friendly Cheetah.

Outside the camp, her life was hunting, hiding, resting when it was safe. She had no friends, only enemies and prey and maybe, eventually, a lover and cubs. Run toward something to eat it, or away to escape being eaten. There was no in between, except at the Camp.

Where she very quickly made many friends, human and otherwise. Why find a place to hide after a hunt when she could spend her nights here? She enjoyed the peace, and the sex. Lots and lots of sex. She became a familiar sight, appearing (in G-rated pictures) even on their brochure. The Very Friendly Cheetah, they called her, without mentioning the dozens of people, man and woman she'd 'played' with, or the hyenas, the leopard, the lions, the little honey badger, and all the others.

The Very Friendly Cheetah was perfectly happy with the arrangement, content with safety and sex. Until the day a woman pried the cheetah's jaws open and stuck her head in.

The cheetah never considered eating a human before, having never really had the opportunity, but free food is free food and she did her heroic best to gulp this very willing meal down. But while she was, like many local animals, uncannily able to wolf down large prey whole (the better to keep other predators from stealing it), she simply wasn't able to work her way over the woman's shoulders. Much as she suddenly wanted the encounter to end in a burp, and despite the good-natured aid of a hyena that did his level best to hump the woman down her throat, she eventually had to give up and spit out what she'd partly swallowed.

That was to the benefit of the hyena, who the woman turned to next in her quest to find a stomach to lie in, and soon afterward it was the hyena who burped and settled down to digest his meal. That was it, it seemed, for the cheetah's chances for a human meal, even a woman only a little larger than herself was more than she could manage.

There was just one problem. Humans, it turned out, were delicious. The Very Friendly Cheetah couldn't stop thinking about the taste against her tongue, the slither of furless flesh into her throat as she'd tried to swallow the woman.

It wasn't hard to find humans to taste. The Tame Camp visitors, man and woman, were happy to help. Every time she (very gently) rasped out a woman's pussy with her tongue or invited a (very willing) man to fuck her mouth, she got a little taste. But it wasn't enough. She wanted more. There she was, tasting humans on a daily basis and wanting very badly to be the one burping up human-flavored burps, yet knowing they were just too big.

Weeks came and went. Not all that many people came to Camp Mwele looking for a trip through a digestive tract, but a few did, and it frustrated the Very Friendly Cheetah to see a lion effortlessly bolt down a human, burp, and look smug as only a lion can. Hyenas, a sometime-lover leopard half again her size, even the occasional herbivore. They all got the meals she wanted.

Frequent sex took the edge off her frustration, but only the edge. One day a jackal paid the price. She was readying herself for a hunt, stalking behind the tall grass and looking for a place to spring from and begin her hunting sprint, when the black-backed canid yapped at her. Maybe it was just letting her know its mate was near, or less charitably it was calling its kin to bully her. Five or six jackals could and had chased her from a kill.

She was in a bad mood and bluff-charged the jackal, which made the mistake of hesitating an instant too long before fleeing. Suddenly the bluff wasn't and her forepaws slammed into it, sending it flying. Before it could recover she was atop it with her fangs ready to pierce its neck.

It was instinct that drove her to strike but it was her frustration that made her do the rest. Instead of biting, she lifted the jackal's head with a paw and yawned. By the time it began to struggle its entire head was in her mouth and with a heavy gulp it was down her throat to the forelegs.

The woman had proven too large to swallow. The jackal, not so much. The Very Friendly Cheetah stuffed the thing past her jaws into the slick chute of gullet beyond, sat up, and with only a few tosses of her head swallowed it down. The jackal kicked and squirmed, but just the same a set of twitching hindpaws and black tail tip slipped beneath her muzzle and were gone. The cheetah gulped one last time and that was that. Twenty pounds of jackal was now a kicking bulge in her normally slender middle.

That made her feel better about herself. Though she wouldn't usually consider eating a jackal, she did eat the local foxes, and this one didn't taste much different. It was her turn to belch smugly. Squirm as it might, the jackal just couldn't get any purchase on the walls of her belly, and motion that should by all rights be nauseating just made her smile.

Another jackal appeared, staring. Maybe she'd just eaten its mate, or part of its pack. The Very Friendly Cheetah didn't much care which. She was feeling confident.

"Unless you want to follow this one," she purred, speaking as animals speak, "Go." And it did. She wasn't too fat to defend herself and she'd just shown what would happen if she got hold of it.

That was the last she saw of the second jackal, and of the first, unless you count the brown and black hairball she coughed up the next day and what came out her other end. That meal was good enough that she didn't need to hunt for a few days, which meant more time at Tame Camp. Unlike most of the other predatory sorts who visited, cheetahs are daytime animals. The humans there were happy to see a Very Friendly face with the sun out and she was happy to salivate over the people she fucked and daydream about human-scented burps.

There were rules. She couldn't just start eating one even if she thought she might manage a meal that size. You could only eat people who wanted it and not many did. Those that did went down other throats, or into the big female honey badger whose sex was as predatory as her jaws. Not into her.

At least wolfing down that jackal alive was some satisfaction. She kept her eyes out for further such meals, and when she found one, she discovered she had more than appetite and daydreams on her side. She had friends.

The Very Friendly Cheetah weighed less than ninety pounds, but being swift and deadly she often tackled prey as large or larger than herself, bringing them down with a swift-footed rush and strangling it with a throat bite. When she went hunting that morning she had antelope on the menu, an antelope about her size. It wasn't until the frantic pursuit was over that she realized her mistake.

She'd though it was a Thompson's Gazelle, a relatively small antelope. Instead it was a Springbok, and given its size a quite young one. That meant its horns weren't grown in but were mere inoffensive stubs. With her teeth in its windpipe she stared past its ear and realized what when was looking at. Without the antlers its muzzle was a long straight shot to its neck. She couldn't resist. Her teeth came out of its neck and as it kicked at her, drawing in a breath through a suddenly open windpipe, her jaws slid up over its head and it was again suffocating, but for a different reason.

It was as big as she was. This was a silly thing to do. A willing human was one thing, a struggling antelope was another. But she couldn't help herself. As her teeth glided over the long herbivore skull and its entire head slipped into her gullet the cheetah tensed, gripped the antelope with her forepaws, and swallowed.

A long neck followed the nose down her throat and though her ribcage was already stretched tight around her prey the Very Friendly Cheetah was happy. She was at last swallowing prey as large as herself. Two things quickly reminded her why cheetahs don't normally do this.

The first was the body of the antelope wedging into her jaws just as the woman's shoulders had, stubbornly refusing to go in. There was a limit to her gape. The second was looking parts the squirming haunches of her meal and finding a hyena looking back at her.

She tensed, ready to disgorge the antelope and fight, or flee if there was more than one hyena. It just sat back on his haunches and tilted its head, and there was no sign of others.

Was it waiting for her to give up, or waiting for her to swallow the antelope and be too full to defend herself? Suddenly she recognized it. Him. It was Issa, the Very Lucky Hyena. The one with three different lioness lovers, and the one who ate two humans in one night recently.

They weren't at the camp. She shouldn't trust him, though they'd mated for fun more than once. She should cough up the still-living antelope and run, because she couldn't kill the antelope and fight at the same time. But she couldn't bring herself to do it. With her prey wedged tight in her jaws she swallowed, stubbornly trying to get it down even though she knew it was a bad idea.

Issa stood up. Issa stepped forward. The Very Friendly Cheetah tensed as he reached out a paw, put it on the kicking antelope and trapped it to the ground.

"Turn your head," Issa said. "Upper and lower jaws in line with its body. Not crossways."

What did he mean by...? He was right! The antelope's oval ribcage was stuck crossways in her maw. There was a limit to how wide her prey could be, but her up-and-down gape was larger than side to side. Fangs scraped through fur as the cheetah twisted her head. Thankfully the thick coating of saliva lubricating the antelope for swallowing let her throat slip over it easily enough and when she had its chest against her lower jaw and its shoulderblades against her upper she felt a loosening.

Issa put his other paw on the antelope's rump and pushed with both forelegs, and the Very Friendly Cheetah tugged with her forepaws, and with a sudden, almost easy slide the antelope was gone to the haunches.

The Very Friendly Cheetah sat up, kicking legs hanging on either side of her lower jaw. She heaved her head up and swallowed. Half the legs were gone. Even now it wasn't easy, her ribs were drum-tight around the nearly swallowed meal. With a laborious gulp the got the antelope moving and felt her belly swell as gravity kept the bulky morsel moving down her throat. It was working!

The Very Friendly Cheetah heaved her muzzle up one more time, got her jaws shut around kicking hooves - carefully, lest her teeth get knocked out - and swallowed. The antelope spasmed in her gullet, not liking its situation at all, but the cheetah swallowed. Helpless to save itself, the antelope slid heavily down her throat.

The cheetah groaned, her ribs creaking and popping as the great lump of food squeezed past, then she grunted as the antelope kicked. It was much too late for struggle to save it. The cheetah's belly swelled unnaturally as her own weight in meat filled her gut, and there as only one thing left to do. The Very Friendly Cheetah yawned, popped her jaws back into line and let out a long belch as she finished her meal.

Issa still sat just a few feet away, his task of helping her swallow the antelope done, and as she grew used to the tightness and inner struggle - much more of each than the jackal managed - she looked back at him. Issa could attack her now, but he hadn't attacked her before and she was completely helpless then. Now she was merely handicapped, albeit badly, by the wriggling lump in her middle.

"Why?" The cheetah purred. "Why did you help?"

"Why not?" The hyena growled. "You took a chance, tried to do something foolish and dangerous just because you wanted to. I did that one time too."

"When you fucked the lioness," the cheetah purred. She'd heard that story.

"She presented herself to me, pretending to not know I was there," Issa growled. "I knew it was a bad idea, but I mounted her anyway. By all rights I should be lion shit now, she caught me easily. But I'm used to women being stronger, I kept fucking her even as she swallowed me. She was impressed, or maybe must amused. So I stayed undigested, and got a lioness lover."

"And then another and another," the Very Friendly Cheetah purred.

"Life is short," the Luckiest Hyena growled. "I wanted to fuck a lioness and I did. You wanted to swallow an antelope whole and you did. I know what it's like to really want something."

"Do you expect I'd let you fuck me for helping?"

"I don't expect anything," Issa growled. "What happens at the camp happens at the camp. You let me fuck you there because we both want it. I wasn't hungry enough to want to eat you and the antelope too, so I helped you."

He looked around. "Speaking of which, you can't stay here when you're that fat. Come along."

Still wondering if she should trust him, but knowing he was right, the cheetah followed. If a lion found her now, she and the antelope would make a joint trip through its digestive tract. This wasn't the Tame Camp, there was no truce here. And the Tame Camp was right where Issa led her, her trundling along with her massive belly swaying.

"This is against the rules," he growled as they settled down at the fringe of the camp. "We're not supposed to hunt and then den here, not unless we're here to be with humans. I won't tell if you won't."

And with that he left to do his own solitary hunt. He didn't linger in the hopes she'd move her tail aside for him and he didn't ask her to cough the antelope up so they could share it. (That would probably be a bad idea given its stubby horns, which went down easily enough but might catch coming back up.) He really had helped her without expecting a reward. What an odd concept. Not at all the norm for the veldt, except here at the Camp.

The Very Friendly Cheetah settled down to digest her prey. The antelope was finally still, suffocated before the acids really got going. Digesting a jackal a quarter her weight, had been easy. Digesting something her own size on the other hand proved to be an adventure. The sheer bulk of meat and bone to break down kept her guts busy for three days.

On the second night, still grossly fat with softening prey, she visited campsites and found a human or three who didn't mind her swollen gut. And a honey badger.

A passing leopard shot her an amused look before heading on to find a lover of her own. The little badger humping her ignored it. He was too small to play well with humans, but she could feel him. Cheetahs are hung small and he wasn't much smaller, and he was only one of her many animal lovers here. He would nip and scratch her as they fucked and lick her out afterward if he didn't make her come.

"What did you eat?" He growled as he thrust. "Not a human. You tried and failed to do that."

"Nice of you to remember," the cheetah purred sarcastically. Honey badgers could be a bit blunt. "Antelope. It had no horns and I couldn't help myself. Issa had to help, but down it went."

"Issa is too nice," the badger growled. "One day he will end up inside a female the bad way."

He snarled, shuddered, and slid off, then set to licking her out. Reliable as the sun and stars, was her Mdogo.

"I did it wrong," the cheetah purred. "Issa showed me the right way. I think I could manage a human now. A woman anyway, one not too fat."

Mdogo looked up from her pussy at the great swell of half digested antelope. "This is as big as a woman. You may be right. I will see if I can find you one."

"Really? Thank you! But why?"

"You know why," growled the badger. "Little creatures don't come much to the Camp. My mistress tolerates me because I am useful, not because I can please her, and I have to fuck her very carefully or I'll get sucked in, just like her last consort and the one before that. I like females, but humans are too big, except once in a while one lets me fuck its ass. The same with animals. You're one of the few who enjoys having me on her. I'll find you a woman if I can."

Not quite the same unreserved help she got from Issa, but friendship was friendship. She'd take it. Especially since Mdogo was one of the few animals who could talk to humans. If anyone could get a woman's head in her mouth, it was he. The Very Friendly Cheetah purred, moved her tail aside, and got ready for another extended musteline romp. He wasn't very big, but he sure had endurance.

Over the next few days the antelope departed her body, leaving her briefly plump. Cheetahs don't stay fat, if they get that way they go hungry until they can sprint again. She went back to eating her prey the usual way, in sharp-toothed bites, save for one unfortunate meerkat she snapped up and swallowed alive. It's not safe to get so full you can't defend yourself, except at the Camp.

She'd never left off her visits to that place and the Very Friendly Cheetah continued to visit with humans and assorted animals. It was a safe place to spend the day, licking out or being fucked by humans and other animals often enough that no one questioned her presence. Issa had managed to make animal friends that continued that friendship outside the Camp, but the only one of those she had was Issa, and they met only rarely as they had conflicting sleep schedules. Cheetahs hunt during the day and hyenas at night.

A few days went by, then a week and a second. Delicious though she found each raspy-tongued lick of human - something that caused her to have no reluctance whatever to explore a human pussy or other organ with her tongue - she made no effort to eat any of them. Most were too big even for her new skill at swallowing and too strong to overpower without biting them to death. She wanted a live one. That meant they would have to be willing. And there were rules. It wasn't worth being banished from the Camp for a single meal.

So the days and weeks went by, and she almost forgot about it. Almost.

Then one day a lion five times her mass snarled and dismounted, the latest of ten or so brief and close-together matings. A lioness would snarl and swipe at him as his barbs pulled out but even here the Very Friendly Cheetah was cautious about angering the bigger cats. She just purred and rolled over, and when she looked up the honey badger was waving a paw at her.

"See you later," she purred to the disappointed and great-maned lion who would no doubt find another lover to make yelp. Humans might know about the barbs, intellectually, but they always yelped. The cheetah popped up onto her paws and joined the male badger in the trees.

"He wasn't bad," she purred. Behind them the lion was licking his balls with the boneless flexibility of any cat, large or small. "Did you just want to fuck or...?"

"I wouldn't interrupt you for that," growled the ratel, who despite his size was a better lover than any lion she'd met. Yes, he only weighed thirty pounds, but his cock wasn't that much smaller and he could fuck her for an hour straight as compared to a lion's one-minute-at-best humps. Barbs or not, he was just better. She'd told him, but he thought she was making fun of him. She wasn't. Bigger isn't always better.

"Come," Mdogo growled, and scuttled away.

"I was trying to," the cheetah purred, but he was too far away to hear the joke. The Very Friendly Cheetah smiled and followed. When they arrived at a campsite with a solitary woman sitting next to the fire, the cheetah's eyes widened.

The woman had brown hair, a slender frame, and (importantly for the cheetah's purposes) was on the small side as far as women go. At once the Very Friendly Cheetah began an internal calculation. Those shoulders weren't much wider than the antelope's ribcage was deep, and she probably weighed less than the now digested ruminant. The cheetah found she was salivating, an instinctive response. Plenty of saliva would be needed to lubricate the woman for swallowing.

Could it be? It was. The ratel scuttled into the firelight and sat facing the woman. "Here she is," he growled. He could speak to humans, which the cheetah couldn't. The woman nodded, and while he was speaking human-talk, his growls were still bestial enough for the cheetah to understand him too.

"This cheetah?" The woman looked her over doubtfully. "Can she really?" This the Very Friendly Cheetah didn't understand, and the badger translated.

"She doubts you," he growled over his shoulder, and the Very Friendly Cheetah's anticipatory grin opened into a yawn that creaked so wide the firelight shone into a purple tunnel of gullet. The Very Friendly Cheetah snapped her jaws shut and licked her chops as she looked at the woman. She could and she would, she communicated without words.

"All right!" A note of excitement in the woman's voice at last as she began to strip off her clothes. The cheetah watched, remembering coughing up a ball of springbok fur the size of a man's head and horror stories about other indigestibles leaving man-eaters the hard way. Humans were easy enough to digest. Their things, not so much so.

The woman tugged off the last bit of clothes, an inner something worn under her shorts, and sat naked on the stump that served as a fireside chair. She motioned the cheetah closer, and it took only the touch of her hand to make the Very Friendly Cheetah begin licking the waiting pussy.

Ah, the taste of human. She never got tired of it. She was salivating copiously, drops of its wetting the woman's thighs. Her sandpaper tongue, as always, made the human yelp and start. With enough work she could rasp the skin right off but she was only a few licks in when the woman slid off the stump and lay down. The hand pushed her furry head back and the cheetah paused, disappointed...until the woman put her feet together and offered them to her muzzle.

Feetfirst or headfirst, a meal is a meal. The Very Friendly Cheetah paused for a moment, anticipating the taste, then slipped her fangs past the toes. A brush of her tongue to guide the feet into her gullet, a gulp, and she began her meal.

It was hard to keep her fangs from scraping but she did her best, twisting her head so the calves fit past her teeth with a minimum of fuss. Another gulp and she was to the knees, then past as the undulations of her swallowing muscles pulled the woman deeper. All easy so far. If the woman just reach down and pushed her away she'd have to let go, she didn't have enough in her throat for an unstoppable slide yet.

The woman didn't and the mouthful of saliva spread over smooth human skin, rendering it slippery and easily swallowable. Bit by bit, slowly only to keep her fangs from catching (because this had to be willing, more than due to any sense of kindness) the Very Friendly Cheetah worked her jaws up onto the hips.

Her experience with the antelope was the only thing that allowed her to manage it. Slender though the woman was, the hips were far too wide for her jaws, but not too high from top to bottom! The cheetah pushed with her forepaws, getting the woman to roll onto her side, and with her nose atop one hipbone and her lower jaw beneath the other she gradually worked her way over the obstacle. It was working!

"Hold on, hold on." The woman's legs were stretched down her gullet, the feet already sliding into her stomach. Unlike a more powerful predator the woman still had a say in this. A lion or hyena or even the big leopard male could bolt her down now willing or not, but the woman weighed as much as she did.

"She says wait," growled the nearby badger, who was watching it all with bright-eyed alertness. And so the Very Friendly Cheetah paused, though the taste and scent of wet human flesh made her want to gulp the woman down, and waited to see what she wanted.

She should have insisted on headfirst, was the cat's thinking. Half swallowed that way, the human would no longer have any choice in the matter. Swallowed to the waist, her arms pinned, It would end in a burp whether she wanted it or not. The cheetah was already over the hips and all doubt that she could manage this meal was gone. She could. She absolutely could. She could swallow and digest the woman just as she had the antelope.

But she had to hesitate, because the woman did have a choice. If she started to scream the Very Friendly Cheetah would have to cough her back up or else even with the honey badger's word on her side it would look bad. Especially if humans got here before she finished swallowing her prey.

But the woman didn't scream, didn't call for help, didn't try to escape. Instead she dug her fingers into the ground, twisted, and pushed herself deeper. She was just trying to keep the fangs from scraping! The cheetah sucked in a labored breath. She wanted to gulp her meal down but she resolved to be patient. At least that wonderful taste filled her mouth.

And the woman was positioned exactly right for something else. The Very Friendly Cheetah's tongue let of slathering her dinner down with saliva and slid between the pressed-together thighs. It wasn't the first time that sandpaper tongue tasted that particular pussy, but she could say with some confidence that it was the last time.

The woman groaned, not expecting it, and the honey badger chuckled. "Why," it growled. "Why do humans do these things? I spent every day trying not to be eaten."

The Very Friendly Cheetah's ears went back and the ratel realized he'd possibly cost her a meal. "Not that it is any of my business."

"No it isn't," growled the woman right back at him and with her hips in the cheetah's gullet, where the swallowing muscles could finally get a good grip, she pushed her hands in after them.

At last! The Very Friendly Cheetah tensed, strained, and swallowed, and a great contraction of her throat muscles sucked the woman in to the elbows. The cheetah didn't need any more help, not that she'd needed much in the first place, and now the choice was removed from the woman. Unless she started screaming, and soon, it was all over.

With her mouth packed full of delicious human the cheetah hoisted herself to a sitting position, creating a smooth slope of gullet into which the woman could slide. Her prey had already bent her knees to fit her legs into the waiting stomach, and though the Very Friendly Cheetah could feel her guts going to work on her meal the woman didn't say a word.

With another gulp the woman was wrapped in cheetah fur to the armpits. Already lying on her side in the cat's jaws, she slipped easily deeper. Her shoulders or hips would have stopped the slide before the cheetah learned this trick, but not now. Now it was a long slide down a slippery gullet and no escape. The Very Friendly Cheetah only had to yawn and her jaws slipped over the fleshy, delicious shoulders.

Her swollen neck was trying to resume its natural shape and as her jaws slowly closed it pushed the shoulders, and the rest, down into the gullet. There was no stopping it now. Even if the cheetah didn't swallow, gravity and the elastic closure of her jaws would send the woman down her throat. It was just a question of how quickly the rest of her would arrive in the stomach.

For a moment the woman's head sat in the Very Friendly Cheetah's mouth, slowly sinking inward. A last chance to scream for help, though it was much too late for that help to arrive before the cheetah swallowed. Only the worry that such a scream would happen had led the cat to eat so slowly, but there was no need to dawdle now.

"See you later, badger," the woman said, then the cheetah's jaws closed. A face stood out of spotty neckfur for a moment, outlined as bas-relief, then the cat gulped heavily and it was gone. With a triumphant purr the Very Friendly Cheetah arched and stretched, her belly swelling massively as the woman slid into her stomach, and then she sat, a raspy tongue making the circuit of her grinning chops.

There was faint movement beneath her stretched belly fur, but even now the woman wasn't struggling. For her own reasons she put her feet in the cheetah's mouth and for her own reasons she was happy to be in the cat's stomach. The Very Friendly Cheetah belched, grinned, and licked her chops again.

"So good," she purred. "Even the burps taste good. I knew they would. Humans are so tasty."

"You made that look easy," growled the honey badger. "She was as big as you are."

"Just a question of technique," the cheetah said smugly. She burped again just as the great-maned lion appeared in the firelight.

"Really?!" He sat looking at the fat cheetah. "You? I was with her earlier. If she wanted to be in a stomach there was room in mine."

It was the same lion that fucked the Very Friendly Cheetah and, apparently, the woman the cat was now digesting. The cheetah shrugged.

"Humans," she purred. "There's no understanding them. I don't know why she put her feet in my mouth. I just know that she was delicious."

With an irritated growl the lion disappeared back into the shadows, wishing he'd been the one to taste human tonight. Too late for that. A spotty coat lay between him and that flavor now and The Rules kept him from just eating the human cheetah and all.

"Look at that," growled the badger. He padded over and poked the bulge with a forepaw. So slender was the cheetah that the curled-up shape of the woman was visible in every detail. Even the fact that while suffocating and slowly digesting, she had one hand driven between her thighs to pleasure herself.

"If I ever get sucked into my mistress," he growled, "I suppose I will do the same thing. But that would be by mistake. She went in there on purpose. I'd rather fuck every day outside of someone's fur than one time inside."

There was a shudder inside the cheetah as her meal ran out of air, or came, or both, then a warm gurgle as her guts got to work. She'd digested a whole antelope, the woman's fate would be no different. People came to Tame Camp and largely left looking as they'd arrived, barring a scratch or bruise or two. The there were the ones who showed up as humans and ended up as fat and shit.

"Humans," said the honey badger and the Very Friendly Cheetah together. She sprawled out on her side to give her swollen belly room to spread out, and without needing to be told the badger padded up and began to lick it. Bit by bit his tongue migrated downward and when the camp overseer showed up, fifteen minutes later, the little badger was draped over the bottom third of the human-shaped bulge, humping away.

The tall black man glanced into the campsite, shook his head and wrote something on a clipboard. He didn't need to ask. There was no mistaking the shape of that bulge even with a honey badger concealing part of it. People who came to the Tame Camp planning to end up in a belly were usually good about filling out the additional paperwork before disappearing down a gullet. He'd known she probably wouldn't leave the camp, the only surprise is who she ended up inside.

"One of these days," he said to the badger, "I'll come by and you'll be the one stretched around a human."

The Very Friendly Cheetah grinned and chirped at him and the honey badger grunted a laugh.

"Here's hoping," growled the badger, and returned his attention to the task at hand. Later that night Issa showed up and he, too had his turn atop the fat cheetah. Not because he expected a reward for helping her, but because she was in the mood and motioned him close.

When she'd digested the woman and was back to her slender usual self she returned to her habit of fucking anything and anyone who was interested, human and animal. The Very Friendly Cheetah was called that for a reason, after all. Her goal of swallowing a human had been fulfilled.

But every so often, when playing with a human, she'd lick her way up the chest and gape over the man or woman's face. She'd lock her jaws around the head and growl playfully before letting go. They knew she was just playing.

Or so they thought. It was not so much her being playful as hopeful. Sooner or later, she was sure, someone would fail to protest, and even push their head farther into her jaws. Then would come a gulp, and it would begin.

Humans were still delicious, after all. One of these days she'd playfully wrap her jaws around one's face, swallow, and they wouldn't object until it was too late. By then her jaws would over their upper arms, and there would be none of this nonsense about letting them back out of the deal. The next time she had any major part of a human down her throat, it was going to end in a burp whether they liked the idea or not.

The Very Friendly Cheetah was almost certain now that she could manage not just a small woman but an average sized man. One of these days she'd find out.

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