A raccoon at the beach, part 1
Ranger Rick, who doesn't venture much from the campground, hears about the Friendly Beach.
This and Part 2 were written together as one story, but seemed to work better as two.
"It all started innocently enough," you often hear. But that is not what happened this time. It started when Ranger Rick downloaded a porn video.
Rick and Smokey didn't get out much. They worked year round, high up in the mountains during the summer and moving to a lower elevation campground when the winter snows rolled in. As mascots/spokespersons for the Forest Service and as actual rangers, there is always a campground anxious to have their services. There wasn't much time for wandering, so they stayed where they were and slept in the ranger cabins.
It helped that there was an almost continual supply of "curious" camper ladies, ranging from college students to retirees. There were even ones who returned to the campground every year just for their helping of bear or raccoon penis. Sometimes bear -and- raccoon penis.
(This had its occasional problems, like the time pictures of Smokey's impressive ursine schlong showed up online after a visit with some college girls or the time a "nice little old lady's" RV turned out to be riddled with cameras that recorded every detail of her and Rick's antics. Even nice little old ladies who like anal can have porn web sites, it seems.)
About the only time off the two took off was when one was too full to easily perform his duties. They had permission to eat certain sorts of troublemakers, human or animal, and Smokey took the occasional day or two off to digest these large meals. Rick did that a few times too, if a lot less less often than the senior ranger.
By the time he saw the video Rick had eaten four people, total. Smokey for his part had sent something like a hundred people, plus some problem animals, including a black bear two-thirds his size, on a tour of his guts. Thankfully the ranger cabins had indoor plumbing. It was awkward back when they had to waddle full-bellied to the campground restrooms.
They got paid to do what they liked doing, had plenty of lovers, and even the occasional free meal. It is a good job if you can get it.
But then one day a camper mentioned something improbable to Rick. Neither Rick nor Smokey used the Internet much, despite the wi-fi hotspot at their campground, but one Google search later he found himself shaking his head as he paid seventy-five bucks for a video.
"It'll be a learning experience," the raccoon muttered as he sent the money. "It'll teach me not to fall for obvious scams."
Two hours later he picked up his ranger walkie-talkie and called Smokey.
"Jesus," Smokey said when Rick showed him. Smokey was in no way, shape or form religious, being just a curiously anthropomorphic bear, but he'd picked up expletives along with the rest of the language. "Is that real?"
"As far as I can tell," Rick said. He watched the cheetah woman on the screen stretch out belly to belly on on the sand with a nine-foot-long sea lion. The sea lion draped a foreflipper over her and undulated its lower body, thrusting energetically the moment it had its wrist-thick cock in her. The cheetah raised herself on her elbow to suck off an equally well hung, barely humanoid otter who stepped in from the side. It could have been costumed porn roleplaying except the sea lion was unmistakably an actual sea lion.
"Apparently people fuck animals a lot there," Rick said. "And I mean a lot, so there are these three half-animal people. The cheetah lady is cheetah from a couple of generations back so she's mostly humanoid. The otter had a human dad and big river otter mom, they think. The beach patrol found him abandoned on the beach and raised him. The half sea lion who shows up later, him they know the parents for sure because a bunch of people saw his mom fuck a sea lion. Nine months later...."
"That can happen?" Smokey considered how many women he'd pumped full of grizzly bear jism. He never worried about knocking one up. Not until now.
"I know, I know. 'Safest sex there is,' I tell them. Now I'm not so sure. That lemur guy I ate had to happen somehow."
Rick was the only raccoon person most humans ever met, and Smokey the only bear person. Anthropomorphic animals were just that rare. The only other one Rick met since he started working for the forest service no longer existed due to having made his way through a raccoon's bowels. Somewhere in a landfill was probably still the football-sized mass of lemur fur Rick coughed up after digesting him.
The semi-feral otter on the screen pulled his cock out of the cheetah's gullet and stepped around behind her. "Watch this," Rick said.
The cheetah's back stiffened when the wet cock that a moment before had been in her mouth suddenly went up her ass. At almost the same moment the sea lion she was riding barked and shuddered. Rick and Smokey knew little about marine mammals but the way its flanks twitched left little doubt what just happened.
"This is just beast porn," Smokey growled, "If I want that there are animals I can fuck."
But Rick held up his hand. On the screen the otter began to thrust. He was twice the size of his lover and pushed her forward as they fucked so the sea lion's softening cock pulled out of her pussy. The cameraman shifted to the side just as the sea lion opened its jaws for her face.
"What the?" Smokey said. "Is this...snuff porn? How can this be legal?" With each thrust the otter pushed the cheetah forward, and as he did the sea lion curled its muzzle downward. There was no sign of struggle as the cheetah's shoulders disappeared into its maw and a great bulge formed in its neck as she slipped in past the breasts. The sea lion squirmed out from under the otter and straightened its body, wide-open jaws ready to receive the meal as the otter's continual thrusting pushed her in.
The sea lion wriggled its jaws forward like a devouring serpent and the bulge in its thick neck twitched as it swallowed. A contraction moved through its swollen neck and sucked the cheetah in to the hips.
The cameraman moved again and Smokey swore as the view changed. Half swallowed, the cheetah's hands were still outside the sea lion's mouth and she was rubbing the otter's balls as he sodomized her.
That did it. The otter tensed, let out a chattering growl, and went balls deep in the cheetah's ass. The slam of his hips pushed her deeper and when he pulled his dripping cock out of her asshole there was nothing left but a set of spotted legs.
The sea lion lifted itself on its foreflippers and tossed its head, swallowing up the cheetah's ass. Another toss, and she was gone to the knees. The bulge slipped down the sea beast's thick neck as it swallowed and suddenly her feet were sliding into its maw.
Rick had seen this already but Smokey leaned forward, expecting the otter to grab her feet before it was too late. It was weird sex, but still sex, and it wasn't too late to save her. Even when the gray pads of her furry toes were surrounded by the pink flesh of its maw it was not too late.
And then it was too late. The camera zoomed in on the cheetah's toes for a lingering moment and then fangs closed in front of them. A zoom back out and the sea lion's muzzle bobbed as it swallowed. The camera followed the double bulge of cheetah feet with loving attention as it moved down the sea lion's thick neck and then there was just a lumpy swelling stretched out in the sea beast's long body.
The camera turned toward the sea lion's face and with suspiciously good timing it let out a lengthy belch. Once more the view returned to the long bulge and even under the fat the movements of the cheetah were visible. She was fingering herself inside the beast.
But not for long. The sea lion burped again and the movements inside it slowed. With a last shudder the cheetah was still and the otter returned to view as he patted the bulge.
"See you in a bit, honey," he purred.
"Well, that was horrible," Smokey growled.
"It's not over yet," Rick said.
"Look, I can understand the sex, why people would want to see that, but-"
Rick shook his head. "I'll fast forward."
He did, and the otter flicked around the screen. He was joined by another sea lion, this one about as humanoid as he was as compared to the feral one that ate the cheetah. Rick returned the video to normal speed so Smokey got a good look at this new character then sped it back up as that sea lion fucked a dolphin in a tide pool. He and the otter then went fore-and-aft on a feral seal cow only a little bigger than they were and Smokey shook his head.
"How long is this thing?"
Then there was a flash of spotted yellow fur and Smokey's eyes widened. The time counter showed it had been about an hour since the sea lion swallowed the cheetah and here she was again, straddling the creature that ate her.
"What," Smokey said, for the long bulge of swallowed cheetah was still there. The sea lion's cock unsheathed and the cheetah was impaling herself when Rick paused the video. Rick waited a moment, was greeted with silence from Smokey and unpaused it.
There was no mistaking it. As the sea lion undulated its lower body, thrusting upward into his lover instead of sideways into her like before, the shape of swallowed cheetah moved. The joints flexed, she was still in there, but waves moving though the flesh showed the ex-cheetah was softening, partially digested already. Even though the thick layer of sea lion fat the original cheetah's face showed for a moment, eye sockets sunken-in depressions in the bulge of skull.
The semi-feral otter and sea lion appeared from the sides of the screen, both erect, and Rick once more paused the video before they could fill the cheetah's remaining orifices. Smokey was staring at the freeze-frame.
"It's the same cheetah," Rick said before Smokey could ask. "Or a perfect copy of her. I only have the one video but the wiki says she gets swallowed in a lot of them. Sometimes twice, and even three times in one video, beginning, middle and end. And sometimes she eats people in the videos. This is that place. The beach where people reform."
"I thought that was an urban myth," growled Smokey.
"Apparently not," said Rick in his chittering voice. "I've hardly left the mountains since I got hired, and you don't get out much either. I guess there's stuff we don't hear about. Remember last summer we heard about there being werewolves in Los Angeles now? That's true too. A whole police squad of them. I found pictures."
Smokey shook his head. "Werewolves, people coming back..." he thought about that. "I bet if people came back here...."
"We'd have more meals than we know what do do with," Rick said. "If even a couple of people liked being eaten they'd keep coming back. I would get very fat."
"You would," growled Smokey. Smokey was seven feet tall and weighed five hundred pounds. Most human meals were less than half his weight, often quite a lot less. Rick barely topped five feet and weighed a fifth what he did. Even humans small enough for him to get his jaws over weighed as much as he did. They both tended to gain twenty or thirty pounds from one human meal and while that much weight barely showed on Smokey it certainly did on Rick. If he ate a person a week he'd balloon up in no time.
"But they don't come back," Smokey growled. "Not here."
Rick nodded. Two of his four big meals he didn't regret. The lemur and the drug dealer lady who tried to knife him deserved to be raccoon chow. The other two he felt bad about from the moment he ate them. You can't un-digest people, though. Except, somehow, at the Friendly Beach.
"Well, knowing she came back, it's a cool video," Smokey growled. "Maybe I'll buy the next one."
Rick busied himself copying the video onto a memory stick for Smokey, but his mind was elsewhere.
"You're thinking about something," Smokey growled. "Let me guess." He smiled.
Rick looked up. Guilt, or something like it, was written all over his face.
"We have to turn in the old Jeep for a new one," Smokey growled. "Karen was going to get it." Karen was a fellow ranger who occasionally shared both their beds. They'd even done with her what the semi-feral otter and sea lion did with the sea lion cow in the video. She found Smokey uncomfortably large, so he got her mouth. No worry about knocking her up, even now. No matter what that one blond thought, you can't get pregnant from swallowing bear cum.
Smokey went on. "And we turn in and pick up new vehicles in Los Angeles, right?"
It was a government thing. If you wanted that new truck, you had to go get it.
"Right," grumbled Rick. "And yes, I told her I'd do it. It's a long drive and she was happy to not have to go. The pickup place is half an hour from this beach."
"Well, let me know how it goes," said Smokey with a sharp-toothed grin. "And maybe I'll make time to visit."
They were both thinking the same thing. Rick hardly ever got to eat people, for two reasons. One was that most people were too big to fit down his throat. The other was that he only ate really bad people, because he felt guilty about eating less offensive sorts.
At that beach, he could eat someone and not feel bad about it all. He'd just need a volunteer, and there was a good chance he'd get one. Anywhere else, you'd have to be crazy to want to spent the night in a raccoon's stomach. But the Friendly Beach was a different sort of place altogether.