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"Look mommy, a cat lady," said a little girl. Callie waved and smiled a carefully fang-hidden smile.

"Cat lady" about covered it. Five and a half feet tall on slender digitigrade legs, spotted fur, slit-pupilled eyes, sharp-fanged muzzle, long tail streaming out behind her as she ran. It was sunrise, and as was her habit, Callie the cheetah was jogging along the seashore.

Her apartment, shared with her otter boyfriend Beachcomber the otter and occasionally with other lovers, was right on the beach. It was a quarter mile walk to the tide line and every morning she ran up the beach to the next pier, then past "her" pier and to the breakwater in the other direction. The five mile run in the morning was just to get stretched out for her day. Callie was slim and athletic and spent most afternoons at the volleyball nets.

Running and volleyball are both good workouts, which is a good thing considering how many people she ate. Beachcomber burned off his human meals by swimming. She did it at the volleyball nets.

Gramps waved at her as she went by. Gramps had been at the beach for as long as anyone could remember. A gray-haired beach bum, the sixty-something man slept back under "his" pier. Not the same pier she visited so often, his was outside the radius where people reformed when eaten.

Just the same, she remembered his flavor. One time, and only one time, he'd come down to her part of the beach and visited. Her burps tasted like beard oil afterward.

Gramps hadn't enjoyed it, so he never visited with her like that again. Most people didn't. You have to enjoy being eaten quite a lot to volunteer for a second trip down a gullet when all that waits at the bottom is suffocation and the sting of stomach acid.

Gramps didn't stick his head in her mouth since that one time and she didn't yawn in the hopes he would. They had an understanding. But they were still friends, and a bit more. Gramps had a good thing going with a big female sea otter, but occasionally he yearned for a lover he could talk to.

Gramps waved again as she went past him in the other direction. As always, she was wearing a polka-dot bikini. She had an endorsement for the things. Nature Friendly, they called them. Which translated to "digestible", because Callie ended up in stomachs even more often than she sent people into hers. With the stuff that happened at Friendly Beach, naturally someone came up with clothes that didn't have to be coughed up or passed.

One early model turned the pred's poop the color of the clothes. Another caused an upset stomach. She knew this since she, Beachcomber and Jeff the half-sea-lion lifeguard helped test the clothes, along with the volunteers wearing them. These days the stuff just broke down and mixed in with the rest.

Then there were the condoms made for various animals, the beach themed sex toys, the novelty clothing, the videos...between the endorsements and her pay-per-view web site, she made enough to afford the beach apartment with plenty left over. No more sleeping under the pier for her and her boyfriend unless they were in the mood. With the money they had salted away they could even "retire". But why leave the beach when there was so much sex and free food?

Callie passed under "her" pier, following a well-trodden path between the rocks. A sea lion bull lying on a rock cast a hungry look her way but just returned her wave with a flipper when she didn't stop. She'd been through his bowels before and would again, but not just now.

When she came out into the sun again a dolphin fin appeared in the waves to her right and followed her all the way to the breakwater. She doubled back, speeding up to a long-legged run for the last mile, and the dolphin paced her the whole way.

Callie knew that fin. When she was back at her pier she made her way along the pilings to where the water was deep enough for the dolphin to swim closer. A grinning beak and inky whiteless eyes popped up out of the waves.

"Great-Fin is in the harbor today," chittered the dolphin without preamble.

"Good morning to you too, Side-Stripe," Callie purred. She did not speak dolphin and the dolphin did not speak English, but by dint of much experience each understood the other.

Side-Stripe was a smallish female bottlenose, only about eight feet long and maybe five times as heavy as Callie. "Good morning," the dolphin chittered belatedly. "I told Great-Fin,"

"You told Great-Fin you would see if I was available," purred Callie, "Because Great-Fin would very much like for me to swallow his cock."

"He says you are good at it," the dolphin chittered.

"I am," purred Callie. Deep throating a cock the size of a man's leg is not a challenge for someone who swallows whole men.

"And what do you get out of passing this request along," the cheetah continued. As if she didn't know.

"Well," chittered Side-Stripe, "It is morning, and most mornings you - that is, one end of you will be busy, but the other -"

"One end of me will be busy, but not the other, yes," Callie purred.

A male dolphin would want to fuck her while she sucked Great-Fin off, but Side-Stripe was female. Rather than put part of herself inside a cheetah, this dolphin wanted to put all of the cheetah inside herself.

"And while I swallow Great-Fin, you want to swallow me," Callie purred.

"You are not big enough to make a good meal for Great-Fin," Side-Stripe chittered reasonably. "But you are a good meal for me."

"And what if you swallow me before Great-Fin finishes?"

"I know the rule," Side-Stripe chittered, because this was not the first time they played this game. "If I swallow before you do, Great-Fin will get to finish in my gullet."

Callie nodded. The orcas were the top of the food chain at the Friendly Beach and you don't piss them off. Cheat a male orca out of his orgasm and he would rub himself off against the bulge you now made in his middle. That wasn't a problem for someone like her, but the animals didn't reform when eaten. It was in Side-Stripe's best interest not to end up as that bulge.

"Let me get my mask," Callie purred, and Side-Stripe nodded by bobbing her whole body.

Callie owned her own rebreather-translator mask and kept it in a storage locker by the pier. A few minutes later, having made her way under the pier and turned down offers to visit from a sea otter, a river otter, a harbor seal and a human - all to have sex with her, the first three anxious to eat her after and the last happy to be her breakfast when the sex was done - she was back at the deep water at the bottom of the pier.

The clear front of the mask was shaped for her muzzled face and her fur was shaved short in a line where it sealed around her cheeks. She waved at the sea lion from earlier, who had followed her down through the rocks and who like the others very much wanted to fuck her and swallow her after, or maybe even during.

"Later," she purred, and jumped into the water.

Her short fur was little protection against the chill so she set a brisk swimming pace to keep warm. She was a good swimmer but Side-Stripe swam circles around her. Only someone with webbed paws and a sleek streamlined build like Beachcomber had a chance of keeping up with a dolphin.

The HUD on the inside of her mask said FRIENDLY BEACH SAFE LIMIT with a slowly shrinking number next to it. They worked out what the reformation limit was with the help of several volunteers. Various predators swallowed the volunteers, generally people with terminal illnesses, and swam out a measured distance. If the volunteer reformed, a boat brought the volunteer out to that point to be swallowed and that pred would swim still further out. The same trick was used to measure the inland distance, albeit with more terrestrial preds carried in beach patrol vehicles.

With radio trackers on the preds and a dozen or so volunteers it didn't take long to figure out where to moor the warning buoys and place inland markers. Besides showing up on mask HUDs, the buoys had underwater chirpers to let the sea life know where they were. Animals that ignored the buoys were chased off by other animals or eaten. Nearly everyone wanted to keep the Friendly Beach friendly and the occasional stubborn pred got a trip through a larger pred's guts to keep it that way.

Ahead of Callie and Side-Stripe was one of the ultimate rule-enforcers for the beach. Great-Fin the orca loomed out of the dark water, turning to look at her out of one surprisingly human eye. At twenty-five feet long and six tons he could swallow them both and barely show a bulge, but Callie calmly gave him a thumbs-up and made a circular motion with the same hand. He rolled over, broaching his white belly out of the sea as she climbed up onto it. She pulled her mask up and opened her mouth.

It was no surprise that his tip was already sliding out. A male orca has one slit ahead of the other, a female has one long slit with a smaller one on either side where her teats are. Great-Fin had two in a line and his huge bendy cock slithered out of the front one right into Callie the cheetah's maw.

She guided the long muscular shaft with her hands and swallowed the tip. With a section the size of a man's calf in her gullet her swallowing muscles took a firm grip and sent it slithering down her throat. More followed as Great-Fin unsheathed and the horny orca humped in the water, sliding himself in and out as the undulations of her throat muscles fought to swallow his cock whole.

When she had half of him down her throat his tip bent around in her stomach and began to fold up inside her as inch by inch she swallowed the rest. The orca's shaft was longer than she was tall but soon her nose approached his belly as a long fleshy orca cock curled up inside her. Her slender middle ballooned, swelling and shrinking as the orca thrust in and out.

If he stayed in there long enough the tickle would turn to a burn as her stomach acids began to consume his cock, but this wasn't the first time she'd swallowed Great-Fin. The squeeze and ripple of her throat muscles would soon milk him of his seed and all she would digest is orca cum.

Assuming she was the one to digest it. Sprawled out on his belly swallowing an orca cock, one of her padded footpaws was still in the water. A dolphin beak slid up out the waves, neatly taking in her foot, and with a wriggle of her nose Side-Stripe pushed Callie's foot toward the other one. To accommodate the hungry dolphin Callie slid her hips off the orca's belly and dipped her other foot into the waiting maw.

Side-Stripe didn't need to be asked twice and swallowed at once, sending both of Callie's feet down her throat. Dolphins swallow their prey whole and strong throat muscles rolled over the cheetah's calves, sucking her in. When the first slide was done Callie was gone to the knees in the dolphin's beak and Side-Stripe thrust herself out of the water to continue her meal.

Peg teeth meant not for tearing flesh but for holding prey to be swallowed whole scraped through Callie's fur as with a series of gulps Side-Stripe consumed a set of spotty cheetah thighs. The more of Callie she swallowed the more of a grip her throat took. After the first gulp, Callie could probably have struggled free, but by the time Side-Stripe's wide-stretched beak slipped over her hips it was too late to protest. The grip and pull of the dolphin's gullet would send Callie sliding into her stomach like it or not.

Aware of the slow and now unstoppable slide down a dolphin throat Callie gestured with one hand. Side-Stripe stopped her feeding for a moment and slid herself up onto Great-Fin's belly.

The cheetah reached down and hooked her mask over one of Side-Stripe's forward flippers. The dolphin would bring it by the beach later. Though it was designed to be tough and flexible, repeated trips though predatory digestive tracts eventually wore them out. It wasn't so much the acid as the squeeze as they passed through the intestines. Sooner or later something cracked and the company complained the last time she asked for a replacement. Endorsements only go so far.

That done, Side-Stripe gaped wide as Callie slid her hands down into the peg-toothed maw. With her hands in Side-Stripe's throat the cheetah presented a smoothly swallowable shape and the dolphin wriggled forward on the orca's belly, taking in Callie an inch at a time. Now Callie could finger herself as she swallowed and was swallowed.

By now Callie had engulfed Great-Fin's thick fleshy cock almost to the slit and the orca reached his foreflippers out of the water and gripped Side-Stripe. That meant he was gripping Callie as well and he thrust enthusiastically. Side-Stripe's belly pulsed in and out as the cheetah's cock-filled middle bulged the dolphin from within.

Soon enough there was nothing left of Callie but a furry face peeking out of Side-Stripe's beak. They'd been at it for several minutes but an orca can hold its breath much longer than that and Great-Fin didn't complain about being upside down this long. He especially didn't complain thanks to the thigh-thick root of his cock sliding in and out of Callie's wide-open jaws.

Normally an orca would have finished by now and Callie suspected (correctly) that he'd had a warm-up round with Side-Stripe before the dolphin came to get her. The orca's semen had digested rapidly in the dolphin stomach, leaving plenty of room for a cheetah. Side-Stripe swallowed and Callie was suddenly looking at peg teeth from behind. The unstoppable slide of cheetah-bulge down the dolphin's thick neck soon took Callie away from the light, with the thick orca cock blocking what otherwise might make it to her, but Great-Fin kept thrusting and Callie kept swallowing.

When the orca finally came Callie was curled up in Side-Stripe's stomach, all except her face, which was still in the dolphin's throat. Stretched out on Great-Fin's belly with his cock down her throat Side-Stripe felt the sudden violence of his thrust. The thick fleshy cock in her throat pulsated and somewhere down inside her Callie swallowed. With dolphin pressing in from all sides the cheetah's belly could not swell out to accommodate all the orca cum. A little - but only a little - squeezed back up her throat and escaped into Side-Stripe's.

Most people would struggle for a last breath of air when in Callie's situation. She struggled for a last gulp of orca cum, and when Side-Stripe slid off of Great-Fin's belly and the sated orca's cock slithered from the dolphin's beak, Callie shut her mouth in the slimy depths of the dolphin and swallowed what she had in her mouth. There was a smile on her whiskery face even as she exhaled all the air in her lungs. Side-Stripe belched out a cloud of bubbles, her stomach squeezing out the air swallowed with her friend plus that from her lungs, and there was none to be had even if Callie wanted to suck in another lungful. There was nothing but slimy dark and the undulation of Side-Stripe's throat as it pushed the cheetah's face into the dolphin's stomach. The last quart of orca spooge joined her.

Great-Fin rolled over, the tall fin that gave him his name breaching for a moment, and Side-Stripe slipped through the water next to him. She was a fraction his size of her lover but very willing. She had tried, and failed, to fit the orca's massive member into her sex when they first met. She had to settle for swallowing it, much as Callie did.

There was a bulge in her normally streamlined middle and a warm gurgle as the cum-filled cheetah began to dissolve. It wasn't the first time the her friend lay in her stomach and it hopefully wouldn't be the last.

"Good?" Side-Stripe chittered.

"Good," Great-Fin replied. "Thank you for fetching Callie. I do like visiting with her."

"Because she's better at swallowing than I am," Side-Stripe chittered, mock-jealous.

"You are very good," the orca placated. "You can swallow me anytime."

Side-Stripe giggled and turned toward the shore. Callie was already digesting inside her, but she always stayed inside the marker buoys for much longer than was necessary. Her regular meals of whole humans and the occasional cheetah were something she didn't want to risk losing.

*****

Callie opened her locker, conveniently close to the reformation spot, and pulled out another polka-dot bikini. The last one would have dissolved in Side-Stripe's stomach by now but she had plenty. It was 7:30 according to her phone. She nodded and closed the locker.

At ten she was scheduled to host a volleyball clinic for some tourists with more money than sense. She didn't have anything on her schedule before then so there was time for some more fun.

She was, she admitted, too popular sometimes. She'd fucked pretty much every interested animal on the beach, plus plenty of humans, and been through a hundred different digestive tracts. Walking under the pier was a bit like making her way through a minefield, because everyone wanted to visit with her.

This time she was lucky and found who she was looking for. Just into the shadows under the pier was the sea lion she ran into earlier. Sea lions ranged from small and streamlined to great bulky meat mountains twenty times her weight. She liked the medium-sized ones and this one was about the size of a stretched-out tiger with fins instead of paws. Too small to fight a dominant male for a harem of cows but mature enough to be horny. In the absence of that harem the local pinniped males happily fucked humans or near-humans and he lifted his muzzle and blinked at her, hoping "later" was now.

It was. She stripped off her bikini bottom and spooned up against him on the sand. He needed no encouragement and as his foreflippers wrapped around her his cock was already sliding out of his sheath and into her. Some sea lion bulls were too big for her, but she knew he was just right.

Callie pushed back against his thrusts as the sea lion went enthusiastically to work and with one hand guided his muzzle down toward her. He was still fucking her when his jaws slid neatly over her face. Bit by bit he would bend himself in a circle, fucking her down his throat, and once again she and her lover's semen would be swallowed together.

Callie smiled as a muscular tongue pushed her muzzle into the hungry beast's throat. Slick flesh wrapped around her face, rippling as the first gulp eased her deeper, and already a bulge was moving down her lover's thick neck.

She liked sea lions. But that went without saying. Callie liked everyone. It was a good thing the "Nature Friendly" bikini company sent them to her in ten-packs.