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It was just after midnight when Lupine Unit Two got out of the van.

"Thanks, Cal," the werewolf rumbled. He stretched to get the kink out of his back as the van drove away. The dedicated Lupine Unit vans were 5-ton panel trucks and even they got a bit cramped sometimes. Officer Cal's Ford Econoline van was smaller, but Six didn't complain. Uber isn't really an option when you are nine feet tall and weigh six hundred pounds.

"Whoa," said a jogger as he went by. Unit Two watched as the man narrowly avoided running into a lamppost. Rubbernecking and jogging don't mix.

What the man didn't do was go from a jog to a terrified run despite the towering black-furred werewolf standing ten feet away. Unit Two smiled. It was the source of many jokes back at the precinct that the werewolf cops inspired more trust than the human ones. Here he was, nine feet of fur and fangs, but people didn't run. Well, the good ones didn't anyway. Part of his job was chasing the bad ones.

He left his phone, wallet and paw-shaped sandals in a code-locked locker and went up onto the boardwalk, which paralleled the coast just above the high tide line. Past it was the pier.

The pier lights were on even at midnight. A line of kiosks sold various things and Unit Two read the signs atop the nearest one. EVERY CONDOM YOU NEED, it said, with a helpful poster of a variety of marine mammals from sea lion to orca. He was a little too far away to read the sign below that, which from the picture was instructions on how to put a condom on a sea otter.

Closer than that was the warning sign at the beach entrance. The top sign had a picture of a dolphin with a man's hand hanging out of its jaws and below that were a series of guidelines. Most of them involved safely fucking beach animals. This was, after all, a Friendly Beach. It was a very particular Friendly Beach and a few were about other things.

"If your face is in someone's gullet, it's probably too late to say 'no'," the werewolf read. "Well, that is just common sense."

"It is," said a plump blond woman standing nearby. "People get in trouble because that don't read those." He looked him over from padded digitigrade paws as big as a man's head, up his backward-bending legs, past a five-foot-long tail and all the way up to black-rimmed amber wolf eyes and tall upright ears.

The LAPSD werewolves weren't hugely broad or massively muscled, being built more like tennis players or surfers than weighlifters, but anyone who watched the news knew their lanky bodies hid shocking speed and strength. He could decapitate her with one clawed swipe but she didn't shy away. Instead her eyes made their way back down to the long bulge in Unit Two's shorts.

"Like that one there," she said with a gesture toward the sign. 'Plan how you're going to get around a That's Never Going To Fit situation..."

Unit Two looked down at her from a nearly four foot height advantage, but she just smiled. "You're off duty, aren't you officer?"

"Yes," Unit Two growled. "Have a nice evening." He flicked his tail away from the questing hand of a different woman and made his way up onto the pier. The crowd barely parted for him and that wasn't the last hand that wanted to stroke his tail. He'd heard about this beach and the rumors were true.

Six would like it here, he thought. Unit Six had more human friends and lovers than any other Unit. If that werewolf were here in his place his shorts would already be down around his knees and one or more enthusiastic beachgoers would be examining his goods.

Unit Six and the sex videos people had taken without his knowledge (or so he claimed anyway) were part of the problem. The more people who watched those videos, the more wanted to be close to the wolves.

Unit Two had needs like any male but humans were so small and fragile. He had to treat his lovers like delicate crystal sculptures lest he break them. That made overly friendly humans all the more frustrating. He could look, but he couldn't touch without the greatest care. Being stuck permanently in wereform had its drawbacks.

Ah. Here was the kiosk he'd heard about.

"Evening, officer," the man behind the Masks counter said. Unit Two was out of uniform in just a pair of shorts, but the only werewolves in LA were cops. "Going for a swim?"

"I don't suppose," Unit Two growled, but the man was already rooting around under the counter.

"Best I got," the man said as he plopped a mask down on the counter.

Two looked at it. It was too big for a human and the clear plastic wasn't flat, but shaped for a head with a muzzle. He picked it up and tried it on. It was flexible enough that he was able to seal it around his face. From the ears forward his face was enclosed in clear plastic and the rebreather hissed as he inhaled. An elastic strap below his ears held it in place and he cinched it tight. It felt pretty watertight, as his face fur was quite short.

Unit Two nodded and took it off. "I think it'll work. How in the world do you have a mask for a werewolf? I know for a fact I'm the first one to come here."

The man grinned at the unintentional double entendre and Two cursed internally. Thankfully the vendor didn't take advantage of the opening.

"It's not for a werewolf. Sometimes sea otters or other aquatic mammals want to be able to go without breathing for longer than they can hold their breath. A local handyman made new faces for a couple of masks. This is the biggest one I got, your head is as big as the biggest ferals we get around here. Well, except the whales and orcas. Wouldn't do them any good anyway."

"Why would an otter -" Unit Two stopped due to a premonition he wouldn't like the answer. "Never mind," he growled. "How much?"

"Fifty bucks for an hour. The charge will keep you breathing for two. You can see how much air you have left by the slowly draining bottle icon and a red light will blink when you have fifteen minutes left. There's an arrow to show you the way back to the beach and other icons. You'll figure it out."

"Oh," the vendor added. "What I don't have is swim fins that will fit you. If you're going to be a regular I know a guy who can hook you up, though."

Unit Two nodded and gave the man the hundred bucks he'd brought. The mask rental fee he knew from talking to a human friend that came here a lot. Fifty bucks an hour seemed pretty steep but the mask technology was new. The main expense, from what he'd read, was the incredibly efficient rebreather. Five years ago he'd have needed an oxygen tank. Now it was just a mask, with bigger batteries on the more expensive ones.

"The main point of the mask, though -"

"I know," Unit Two growled. "To talk to the animals."

He headed down the pier toward the sea, past a line of kiosks selling specialties. People crowded around him as he walked. They weren't shy about touching him. The first note on the sign had said that most people who came here weren't here to fuck animals but these people sure looked anxious to fuck him. Maybe the nighttime crowd was different.

Wading through the crowd took him to the end of the pier and Unit Two looked down at the waves twenty feet below.

"Hey dude." A stereotypical laid-back purr of a voice. Unit Two turned and saw what could only be described as an otter-man. He'd heard there were a few animal people at the beach. This one had a long body and short legs and looked like he'd be perfectly comfortable on all fours.

"New here, huh?" The otter gestured with the beer in his hand. "Jump in feet first and hold the mask on like this." He wrapped one webby hand along the side of his face. "Both sides, dude. Otherwise it may come off."

Unit Two nodded his thanks and jumped.

Six hundred pounds of werewolf makes quite a splash and he swam away from the pier before anyone could jump in after him. His fur provided some insulation from the chill water and he generated enough heat swimming to stay comfortable. Werewolves are five times as strong as a man pound for pound and his powerful swim strokes carried him away from the pier. He stayed below the surface so the gawkers on the pier would lose interest.

He got used to the mask as he swam. The flexible plastic pressed in against him due to the water pressure but the muzzle was of sterner stuff and left him room to breathe. Sure enough, there was a limited sort of head-up display with the compass direction and various icons. He turned in the water and one of them was the pier. There was a lighthouse icon, a couple of restaurants - he wondered how much the mask vendor charged for advertising - and what was presumably an oil derrick out to sea. When he put an icon directly in front of him a distance appeared. The derrick, for example, was 3.1 miles away.

He puzzled over the FRIENDLY BEACH SAFE LIMIT number, which was going down as he swam further out to sea, and then remembered which beach he was at. The "Nature friendly, guaranteed digestible" clothing vendor was a clue. People apparently got eaten here all the time and reappeared as long as they were inside the limit when it happened. No one knew why or how, it just did.

"Oh, look, Feather," came a voice in his ears, and he realized it was translated from a series of whistles and clicks. "What a big doggo."

He turned with a swipe of one clawed hand through the water. Hovering a few yards away were two dolphins.

"He is a very big doggo," the second said, and seemed to nod as it bobbed its head. Both their voices sounded female, or the translation did at least.

"I'm not a dog," he growled. "I'm a wolf. A werewolf."

"Oh, I have heard of those," one chittered, rather to his surprise. "You turn into a human?"

"Not any more," he growled. The mask was translating his growls into dolphin chitters just as it translated their chitters into English. "I am like this all the time now."

"Oh, good," the smaller dolphin said. "Lots of humans here. Not many wolves."

"How do you know about werewolves?"

"Movie night," the smaller chittered. "They play movies up on the pier and we can see them from the water."

"Boring!" chittered the larger. "He's bigger than the doggo you fucked, Feather."

She fucked a dog? How? Unit Two thought, but the larger was already elaborating.

"We were in shallow water and this big doggo - not as big as you, but big compared to most dogs - kept trying to mount her. So she rolled on her back in the shallows and the doggo was very happy to go at her."

"It's not as fun," the smaller chittered. "When I can't push back against the male, and I am heavy when I am partly out of water."

"We are not out of water now," chittered the larger. "Want to fuck, big doggo?"

Unit Two considered the dolphins, each at least his own size. He wouldn't have to treat them like delicate crystal sculptures.

"Yes," he growled, and pulled his shorts down just as an inquisitive dolphin beak slid in to nuzzle his balls.

He'd thought ahead and wore shorts with snug enough legs that he could pull one leg out and leave them on the other thigh. It was just as well he had because as he arranged that the smaller dolphin was sliding up between his knees and pressing her belly against his groin. The glide of smooth skin over his sheath brought on immediate stiffness and he felt cool ocean water against his tip.

Unit Two wasn't sure exactly how to proceed when he couldn't even see the sex of an unfamiliar lover but that was fine. The dolphin knew what she was doing. With a flip of her tail she wriggled in close and his cock unsheathed into whatever passed for a dolphin pussy.

Or dolphin asshole, for all he knew. At this point he didn't care. Unit Two wrapped his arms around the dolphin's sleek body and began to thrust. She undulated her body, thrusting back against him.

It was a rare day he could get more than half of himself into a woman's pussy and if he wasn't careful he could easily hurt them. A few humans, anxious to visit with a wolf, trained their assholes until he could go balls deep in them, but even then he had to be careful lest he knot them. A lot of the time he had to content himself with a handjob as he returned the favor with his tongue.

That was not a problem now. For the first time since coming to Earth he could slam his belly against a woman and have her slam just as enthusiastically back. Whatever her pussy looked like on the outside, the inside was smooth and tight and grippy.

Then he found out what it looked like. The other dolphin slid up in front of him and he saw a long slit with a smaller slit on either side. He guessed, correctly it turned out, that he was looking at her pussy and that her asshole must be somewhere at the lower end of it. He thought he saw a pucker down there anyway. The slits on either side must be how she fed her young, because though he didn't know a lot about dolphins he knew they were mammals.

His muzzle was covered and that part of his mask was too rigid to use. Fingering her was out of the question due to his claws so he reached out with one long-fingered werewolf hand and rubbed her pussy. That seemed to please her just fine and her belly went pink.

"Oh, you are a big doggo," chittered the one he was fucking and he wrapped his long legs around her too. Belly to belly they fucked and his pent-up lust built and built until with a snarl he pulled her against him and came.

The she-dolphin went tense and shivery against him as she too climaxed. The next time she opened her beak to chitter she sounded uncomfortable.

"Very big doggo," she said, and moved her tail to try to slide his knot out of her. It swelled up as he came and she had something the size of a large grapefruit lodged in her.

She wasn't like a she-wolf and lacked the internal ridges that would keep him from pulling out, but the squeeze around his knot triggered a long slow orgasm he hadn't felt in ages. He and the other wolves had found substitutes but it wasn't the same.

"Please," he growled. "If it doesn't hurt too much, may I stay inside you for a while?"

"Oh," she chittered. "Okay." With a wave of her side flippers she rolled them over so she could broach her topside out of the water and take a breath. They'd been at it for several minutes and even dolphins need to breathe.

With her needs satisfied she undulated slowly against him and each movement made him cum a little more. A wolf's orgasm isn't just the first great gout of semen but a series of squirts after it. This was what he'd missed when fucking humans. Well, one of the things anyway.

"No wolves for you to fuck on the shore," she chittered. "Just humans?"

"There are three she-wolves," he growled. "Well, two wolves and a fox. Two are taken and one isn't interested."

And humans are too small for you," the larger dolphin said. Her belly was quite pink and Unit Two was sure she was hoping for a round of werewolf fucking once he finished with the smaller. "You must be very careful with them."

"Very careful," Unit Two growled. Normally he'd have stayed inside the smaller dolphin for another twenty minutes, but he had an idea. With a grunt he pulled out his knot. His cock was mostly limp post-orgasm but its internal bone kept it partly straight and he was certain that if the other dolphin slid up against his belly, something could be arranged.

He was right. The larger dolphin moved between his legs and for the first time he shoved an already engorged knot into a woman. This wasn't the way it was supposed to work, but she wasn't a wolf or a human. It turned out it worked just fine and though he was still oozing semen from the first mating he set to thrusting. In a few moments he stiffened up again inside her.

One of the benefits of being incredibly horny when he jumped in the water, it turned out, was he was able to do things that normally wouldn't work. He made two friends in the water that night, Side-Stripe and Feather-Chaser.

Feather-Chaser had her name for a reason. As she recovered from fucking him she rose toward a shadow on the waves overhead. The unwary seagull barely had time to thrash in protest before the feathery snack was a bulge moving through her thick neck on its way to her stomach.

"The feathers tickle when they come out," she giggled, and spat out a few that got stuck in her peg teeth when she swallowed.

Eventually he pulled out of Side-Stripe and then it was Feather-Chaser's turn again. Between the second and third knottings, which he didn't hurry through, he had plenty of time to talk to the dolphins.

"Do you eat humans?" chittered Side-Stripe. He'd been belly to belly to belly with her and thrusting toward what would be his second orgasm of the night.

"Sometimes," Unit Two growled. "Bad ones. Mostly when they hurt me and I need to recover. Or when they piss me off. I have to explain why I did it every time so I don't just do it for fun."

"Humans are good," chittered Feather-Chaser as he rubbed her belly. "They make a long bulge. There's one I have eaten five times."

"There was a very fat one I ate at another beach," said Side-Stripe as she thrust against his cock. "I was so big afterward. Little nose, little tail, biiiiig long bulge in between."

"Another beach?" growled Unit Two. "So he didn't come back."

"He was very annoying," chittered Feather-Chaser. "No one was sorry to see him go. She brought his mask back to the pier when it came out."

Unit Two pondered whether he was supposed to arrest a dolphin for eating someone at a non-reforming beach. Somewhat later, while humping Feather, he asked. "What do you do if an animal eats people when he shouldn't?"

"Something gets done," chittered his lover. "There is a sea lion who has to wear a muzzle now because he kept eating people at other beaches. A lot of people liked him anyway. Otherwise one of the bigger predators would have eaten him. Occasionally people get eaten at other beaches, but most of us just go there to fuck. We keep the sharks away, we make sure one asshole doesn't spoil things for the rest of us."

Unit Two nodded. The ocean had its own police, it turned out. "That is my job sometimes," he growled. "Eating bad people. I don't do it often. On shore, they don't come back."

"You could eat one on this beach," Feather-Chaser chittered. "Open your mouth. Someone will stick their head in."

"You should go soon," Side-Stripe said. "Your red light just started blinking."

"I know," growled Unit Two, and he reluctantly pulled out of Feather-Chaser. He'd been in her for half an hour and if it weren't for the mask, he'd reach for Side-Stripe. He hadn't run out of lust but he was running out of air.

"Come back soon," Side-Stripe said. She slid between his legs as he pulled his shorts back on. "We'll tell everyone about you."

"Don't tell the humans," Unit Two growled. "I want to surprise them."

"Of course, of course," Feather-Chaser giggled. "Oh, we won't tell anyone. We'll let them get doggo'd on their own."

There was a broad grin on Unit Two's face as he swam away. Today had worked out better than he could have dreamed. He'd be back, and soon.

But it turned out his night wasn't over yet. As he emerged dripping from the waves he found he'd come up under the pier. It was mostly mussel-covered rocks but there were a few patches of sand and tide pools exposed as the waves withdrew.

Stretched out partly on a little patch of sand and partly in a tide pool was an enormous sea otter, easily as large as he was. It blinked sleepily at him and spoke.

"You are a very big doggo," it churred, and he wondered if that was a quirk of the translator or whether the animals thought that was the right word.

"That is what the dolphins said," he growled, and the red light on his HUD blinked faster. The otter looked at him and he realized the mask was so low on juice that it wasn't translating any more.

The otter pointed a webby paw. "- red - -"

Unit Two nodded and gestured helplessly. He pushed the mask up past his ears before the air ran out completely.

Even without speech, this was a Friendly Beach. A very friendly beach. "- - doggo," the otter purred, and then she rolled over, raised her rump on short ottery legs, and moved her thick rudder tail aside to expose her sex.

He was already halfway through stepping out of his shorts. He had to sink down on his knees to mount her. Boneless as a noodle she twisted around and wrapped her forepaws around him as they fucked. When his knot swelled up inside her she chirped and bit his shoulder, but gently, and held him until he finally pulled out.

Afterward she yawned as she groomed herself and he looked past sharp fangs into a purple chute of gullet. It occurred to him that given the predatory nature of the local wildlife, she was probably big enough to swallow him. She most likely ate humans often enough. If he stuck his head in her mouth she would eat him, too. Maybe the yawn was an unspoken invitation.

He didn't know if the beach's reformation magic worked on werewolves and he really wasn't interested in finding out. He didn't stick his nose in and she didn't try to force the issue. She just closed her mouth and grinned a whiskery grin at him.

"- - -", she churred, and waved a webby paw as he pulled his shorts back on. "Come back soon," he figured. He would.

And his night was still not over. Waiting for him in the shadows deep under the pier was a spotty cat-woman. Her long tail waved lazily as she watched him pad closer.

"You smell like otter," she purred. "Better shower before you go back to the station or the others will know. There are showers by the bathrooms," she added before he could ask.

He sat himself down on a rock not far from her. "I am that obvious?"

"Werewolf comes to the beach, bristles at people, jumps in the water," she purred. "Probably lonely, cop, not many friends. Has to be careful around even his friends. Has to worry about breaking them, has to be careful with his claws, his fangs, his strength. His cock," she said with a glance at the bulge between his legs.

"One day he thinks, there is this friendly beach," she purred. "Maybe I wouldn't have to be careful there. I'm surprised it took one of you this long to show up."

"You were out in the water until your mask ran out of juice," she went on. "Not just swimming, I bet. Then you come back and there's a friendly otter..."

"Yes," Unit Two growled. "Please don't tell anyone."

"Not my business to tell anyone," she purred. "People are going to guess, eventually someone will see. But I won't say anything."

She looked him up and down. "Hungry?"

"Yes," Unit Two growled. He'd spent more than two hours working up an appetite. "But I can't. Coming to the beach to fuck is one thing. That won't raise too many eyebrows when it gets out. But if we start coming here to eat people it'll look bad. Lawyers will say 'If they like eating people that much, how do we know we didn't eat that perp for fun'. And we aren't allowed to eat the lawyers. We asked."

She nodded. "It must be hard being a cop. Much less a werewolf cop. It's hard enough just being a cheetah. It's fine here, but I run into people who are real assholes other places. Sometimes I want to eat them, but anywhere but here that would be murder. I don't hate them that much."

"People really come back to life here?"

"Oh yes," the cheetah purred. "I've been inside most of the predators on this beach, including the otter you just fucked. My boyfriend eats me, one of the the lifeguards eats me, the dolphins and sea lions and seals and...well, you get the idea. One of the bigger pelicans wants to swallow me, even, but I am too much for him. And I eat people. Close to a hundred, now, if you count the ones I've eaten multiple times." l

"A hundred," Unit Two growled wonderingly. "I've eaten less than a dozen. So much paperwork when I do." He shook his head ruefully.

"So much exercise to work them off when -I- do," the cheetah giggled. "My name is Callie. Pull down your shorts."

And so he did, and a raspy cheetah tongue licked his balls and sheath until a cock the size of a man's forearm slid out. She gave it a long, raspy lick from the balls to the tip. Before he could react to that tickle her muzzle dipped and his cock disappeared in one long slide. Past her fangs, past her raspy tongue and right down her throat.

She swallowed, squeezing his cock with throat muscles that could send a whole human slithering into her stomach, and smiled a whiskery smile around his shaft as he growled.

This time he did have to be careful. If he grabbed her head or even thrust he might break the slender cheetah neck swollen with werewolf cock. He leaned back on his hands, growled as his knot ballooned out her cheeks and groaned as both the first great spurt of cum and the long canine ooze of it that followed disappeared down her throat. She breathed through her nostrils and swallowed it all, not withdrawing until she felt his cock slowly returning to its sheath on its own.

"My burps will taste like werewolf now," she said from between his knees. Her broad raspy tongue moistened her chops. "If you want yours to taste like cheetah, no one will know. I get eaten so often no one will assume it was you."

"Maybe later," growled Unit Two. He really was hungry. If she'd been a perp, if he had an excuse.... "I need to talk to my captain and probably the staff lawyer. Maybe willing prey is all right. But not tonight."

"All right." She stood up. Even upright she was shorter than he was sitting on the rock. "I bet you could eat only part of me, though."

"I could," he said as she pulled her bikini bottom down. When she turned her back and leaned forward his long-fingered werewolf hands picked her up by the hips and pulled the pussy's pussy against his chin.

He had a lot of practice licking people out in return for handjobs or blowjobs and tonight was no different. Her knees gripped his cheeks as he licked and he leaned down until she could reach his sheath. Both of her strong hands wrapped around it and her scratchy tongue tasted his protruding tip.

He was very hungry. The urge to eat her ass-first was strong. He resisted even as she once more swallowed his cock. She was a quarter his size. Her pussy and her asshole were probably too small for him. Thankfully her throat wasn't. She swallowed him as he merely tasted her.

One of the benefits of being a werewolf, even one who couldn't turn into a human any more, was a rapid healing factor. Bullets were only an annoyance unless the wolf was shot to pieces. That same rapid recovery applied to his balls and for the first time in a long while he was making use of it.

When he had thoroughly explored Callie's various orifices with his long canine tongue and she arranged, once more, for her burps to taste of werewolf semen, they pulled their skimpy clothes back on and left the shadows of the pier. Other than a few clouds low to the south the sky was stars from horizon to horizon.

As they came out from beneath the pier they found a very large and very fat sea lion with a gray-haired woman in what passed for its lap. She did a double take as a nine foot tall werewolf came into view but she didn't stop bouncing on the sea lion's pink-and-black mottled cock. Instead she gave the two of them a thumbs-up and kept at it. The sea lion turned its head to blink at them, though the undulations of its lower body as it thrust up into her never paused.

Unit Two did a double take of his own because the big sea lion was formidably endowed and he could hardly believe its girth fit into a human woman. Callie smiled and led him away by the elbow.

"Practice," she purred. "Sandy has had plenty. And she's a grandmother. Having kids stretches you out. Luckily she's still plenty tight for someone like Bob there, and he can at least fit enough into her for it to work."

He nodded. So, pretty much as with his human lovers. Some he couldn't fit into, some were a bit more accommodating. "Just the tip", the joke went. He'd had to satisfy himself with that and Bob wasn't complaining even though half of the sea lion's cock was still outside his lover.

It was three AM and there was a party going on the pier, because of course there was. The surfer dude otter that gave him useful advice about the mask was grilling burgers and hot dogs and half a dozen coolers stood open, full of ice and beer bottles.

Elsewhere in the crowd was the third of the three anthros he'd heard about, a half-sea lion as long bodied and short legged as the otter. The sea lion was slouched in a beach chair with a beer in one hand and his unsheathed cock halfway down a chubby blond woman's throat. She waved and he recognized her from earlier.

There seemed to be an awful lot of sex going on in all directions. It was less a party and more of an orgy. It was no surprise some of the local wildlife had joined in. Two men in translator masks were fucking dolphins in the waves below the pier and down on the sand the gray-haired woman was still atop the the big feral sea lion.

A couple of smaller sea lions and a seal were stretched out along the edges of the pier, snarfing up leftovers and giving people rude whiskery nuzzles in search of a lover. They knew what went on at this pier. As he watched, a man tapped one on the head and led it off the pier and into the shadows under it.

Unit Two spotted the mask vendor and promised to pay him for the extra mask time on his next visit. He hadn't planned to be gone that long. He hadn't expected to run into no less than four new lovers. He would have been happy with one.

"Don't worry about it," the man said. "I don't get many rentals for the feral ones, especially this late." Just the same, Two resolved to pay him next time he was there. Cops weren't supposed to accept gifts.

That same bothersome morality made him refuse several offers to end the night with a bang. Fucking out of sight in the water or under the pier was one thing. Doing it in a crowd full of cell phones was another. He had to be on his best behaviour in public, even when off duty.

He did wolf down several hot dogs and a couple of burgers from the grill. He was so hungry he barely tasted them. A thin, balding man was just the closest one to try to get a look at his fangs as he ate. All three of the local anthros were getting the same treatment.

The dolphin was right. If he, the sea lion lifeguard, otter beach bum or even Callie the slender cheetah just yawned, someone would stick their head in. Chances are at least one of his new friends would taste human on their burps later. Some of the animals likely would, too. When the man tapped that sea lion on the head it gaped its maw as though expecting a bigger meal than a bite of leftovers. There was no telling who was ending up inside who down there in the shadows of the pier.

The horizon was brightening when he called for his prearranged pickup. It was his day off and like most of the Lupine Units he lived at a station house. Shift change meant an officer friend on his way to work at six AM could swing by and get him.

Unit Two made his way out of the crowd. This time he let several people stroke his tail. That wasn't too much to allow.

Callie waved from next to her otter boyfriend and pointed down to the bathrooms next to the pier. He nodded his thanks and waved back. He still needed that shower.

The big sea lion was alone now on the sand. It let out a long belch as Unit Two went by and the werewolf had a pretty good idea where the gray-haired woman had got to. The fat torpedo of a marine mammal was so massive that a whole woman stretched out in its stomach barely made a bulge.

"Lucky sea doggo," Unit Two said with a smile. Things were simple on the beach. The animals didn't agonize over public opinion or police regulations. They just fucked whoever was interested and happily accepted whatever two-legged meals they were offered.

He couldn't complain about his evening. He'd be back. The only question was, would he just be back to fuck, or would he leave the beach well-fed as well. Only police regulations kept the cheetah or another willing victim out of his gullet tonight. Next time might be different.