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It was Sienna's first visit to a Friendly Beach. Like many other people, that first visit had its share of drama.

"Friendly Beach," she read from the sign. "Adults only." Also like many other people, she failed to read the numerous other signs on the same post. One was of particular importance but she was anxious to get down to the surf and ignored the large-print placard that featured a hand hanging out of a dolphin's beak.

She also skipped going up onto the boardwalk or pier. Any one of the many vendors there would have clued her in as to the sort of things that go in the shadows of that pier. They would have spied at once that she was brand new to the place and someone had better let her know. The vendor in the "Nature friendly, guaranteed digestible" clothing kiosk, for example.

But she just smiled as people went by and they smiled back, for Sienna was a welcome addition to the beach. Nearly six feet tall with a tanned, firm body and ample breasts barely contained by her bright red bikini, she would fit right in to the beach volleyball crowd. Her blond hair hung to her waist and its natural wave caught the breeze.

Sienna didn't know much about the Friendly Beaches at all. A friend mentioned them and since she was in town visiting her mother off she went. She parked her rental car, left her cell phone and wallet in a locker, and went down onto the sand in nothing but a skimpy bikini. The locker key nestled in a stretchy bracelet she put on her right wrist.

Past the boardwalk and its crowd she stopped to check the beach out. Nearby was the lifeguard tower and there was the half-sea lion lifeguard her friend had told her about. He wore dark sunglass goggles on his muzzled face and didn't even give her a glance. He was too busy keeping an eye out for trouble in the water.

MY NAME IS JEFF, said a sign. The JEFF was a removable plate, presumably changed depending on the lifeguard. I'M WORKING.

Sienna took that as a sign that she shouldn't try to strike up a conversation with the sea lion unless it was really important. Sienna wasn't stupid. Just inexperienced.

Besides the weird half-feral lifeguard, the only unusual thing in view was over by the volleyball net. At first Sienna thought the cheetah in the polka dot bikini was a girl in a tight-fitting furry suit, but the padded paws on the digitigrade legs were a sign that it wasn't. Sienna moved a bit closer and watched the cheetah's tail flick as she prepared to serve. With a burst of furry athleticism the cheetah hammered the ball over the net.

Each team had one man and one woman and everyone was in fantastic shape save that the cheetah sported a very noticeable belly bulge. She was either in the early stages of pregnancy or she'd recently had a heavy meal that stood out of her sleek frame. If so, the volleyball should burn off those calories soon.

Sienna didn't bother the players. Had she talked to the cheetah and asked about the bulge, things might have gone differently. But she didn't. Nor did she happen across anyone enjoying the company of a "friendly" animal.

Some people go to a Friendly Beach and the first thing they see is an orgy. Others find a smug animal with a suspiciously human-shaped bulge. All Sienna saw was volleyball, a long-bodied, short legged half sea lion lifeguard, and rocks and pier pilings covered with mussels.

It was a beautiful day at the beach and finally Sienna saw her first sea mammal. There was a smallish sea lion draped over a rock and she headed in that direction.

A second animal appeared out of the surf and Sienna stopped to stare. It was another semi-feral like the lifeguard, but an otter this time. Like the sea lion he had a long body, short legs and had the look of someone as comfortable on four feet as on two. He was head and shoulders taller than her and with his long whiskers and webby paws he was a lot cuter than the lifeguard. He had a large fish crossways in his jaws.

"Hey Tiny," the otter purred. "Fish?"

The sea lion woke from its nap, grinned toothily up at him and opened its mouth. The otter transfered the fish to his left hand and dropped it into the sea lion's maw.

It was like watching a letter disappear into a mailbox. The fish was the size of Sienna's forearm and it slithered out of sight beneath the sea lion's whiskers in one long slide. One second, a thrashing, very unhappy fish. The next, nothing.

That was when Sienna got her first clue as to why it was called a "friendly beach." The sea lion swallowed the fish, rolled over in front of the otter and spread her hind flippers to expose her sex.

"Oh, sorry Tiny," the otter purred. "Gotta be somewhere. I'll come by and visit later." He backed away from the webby flipper rubbing his groin and saw Sienna.

"Hey." The otter grabbed a surfboard leaning against a piling and padded away on webby, clawed feet. Not without checking Sienna out, though.

Sienna checked him out, too. He wore a one-piece, fur tight green speedo that covered him from neck to groin. The chest said NOT A PENIS with an arrow pointing up at his face. Lower down it said PENIS, with an arrow pointing down at a long bulge that had only gotten longer when the sea lion rubbed it. He tugged at the speedo in a vain effort to conceal his erection as he padded away.

Friendly Beach is right. Sienna was sure that if the otter hadn't had an engagement elsewhere he'd be fucking the sea lion right now, and probably asking her to join the fun. Maybe she would have accepted. That speedo had a very long bulge, he was a very cute otter and his furry tail hadn't stroked her calf by accident as he went by.

That left her and the sea lion. It was only about half again her size, maybe two hundred pounds of sea beast between its pointy, whiskered snout and the webby hind flippers that tried to give the otter a footjob.

It rolled over onto its belly and shuffled around atop the rock until it could look her over. It had big, whiteless eyes as dark as the lifeguard's goggles.

With a sort of horrified fascination Sienna watched its side twitch. The still living fish in its stomach very badly wanted to be somewhere else. Ten pounds of fish wasn't being consulted on the matter. It would get out of the sea lion's body the way food usually does.

Sienna reached out to stroke the sea lion's head. It had short smooth fur that clung tight to its perfectly streamlined body. She knew that if it were fresh out of the water it would be nearly black, but it was dry and brown now.

The sea lion's eyes narrowed in appreciation for the petting and it didn't object when she moved her hand lower. Her fingers brushed its stiff whiskers and as though she'd touched a control the sea lion yawned.

Sharp teeth in front, jagged cutting teeth in back and a steaming chute of gullet past that.

Later, Sienna would wonder what possible line of thinking would lead her to slide her hand into the sea lion's throat. At the time it seemed the most natural thing in the world. The fish it swallowed was as thick as her arm. She wanted to know what it felt.

It felt like sliding her arm into a warm, fleshy space. The folds at the back of the teeth parted and her hand slipped easily into the slippery chute of throat. The sea lion, who could have bitten down or twisted away, yawned still wider and placidly let her explore its gullet. Friendly Beach, indeed.

Warm flesh parted around her fingers as she slid her hand deeper. Hand, then wrist and forearm disappeared into the sea lion's toothy maw and it still showed no discomfort as her elbow followed.

Sienna had a goal now and her upper arm disappeared as well. At the limit of her reach her fingertips encountered a tight muscular constriction in the gullet. It could only be one thing and she leaned forward. She had to push her shoulder into the sea lion's maw but it worked. The valve parted around her fingertips and she felt the slippery scales of the twitching fish in the sea lion's stomach.

It was still alive. The sea lion had gulped it down as easily as it had swallowed her arm. The elastic flesh of its gullet was built to let a meal this size through.

Or, it turned out, even a larger meal. As she did her best to reach even further into the sea lion's stomach and feel the fish the sea lion reached out, too. Its foreflippers wrapped around her and one folded against the back of her neck and pulled with surprising strength. Suddenly Sienna's head was in the sea lion's maw.

Sharp lower and upper canines hooked beneath her chin and behind her ears but just the same she could have twisted free had she reacted in time. For a moment she was frozen in shock and that was all the time the sea lion needed. There was a pop and creak as its jaws gaped even wider, a warm muscular tongue bunched itself up under Sienna's chin and before she could squirm free it swallowed.

It pulled with its foreflippers as it gulped and wet flesh stretched around Sienna's face as her whole head slipped into its gullet. She'd been leaning against it to force her hand down its throat and as it pushed its muzzle downward to swallow her neck they both lost their balance. Sienna collapsed in front of the rock and her weight pulled the sea beast down after her. It slid down the side of the stone and its momentum forced its wide-open maw further over her.

By the time the slide stopped sharp teeth were dug in between Sienna's breasts and jabbing into her spine. The sea lion's distended cheeks were over her all the way to her elbows.

Sienna recovered from her shock and found herself in a very unpleasant situation. The arm stretched out in front of her was to the elbow in the sea lion's stomach and the other arm was pinned to her side by its cheek. Their mutual fall had left them belly down on the sand and there was nothing to use as a weapon. She could only kick at the loose sand as with a slow, snakelike wriggle of its jaws the sea lion set about swallowing her whole.

It was already past her shoulders thanks to its own weight and her fall and it tugged strongly at her with its flippers as it gradually worked its way over her breasts. The swell of her ample bosom slowed it down but bit by bit it got its lower jaw over her boobs until it reached the point where they arced back toward her chest. The natural tendency of its stretched jaws was to try to close and with a sudden lurch her breasts were part of the swelling in its already thick neck.

Sienna felt the progress of the muscular sphincter up her arm and now it expanded over her face. Somehow the swallowed fish was still alive and it flapped against her cheek as the sea lion tensed and gulped. A great contraction of its throat muscles slid her head into its gut and the stink of stomach acids stung her nose.

It was really doing it. A sea lion not much bigger than she was meant to gulp her down and make a meal of her. Canine fangs scraped her belly and lower back but Sienna had much bigger concerns than a few scratches. Her shoulders were already in its stomach and she could only stare wide-eyed into the slimy darkness as it struggled to swallow her hips.

"Someone will come by and see," she thought as its loose snakey jaws walked up over her ass. "Someone will grab my feet and pull me out," as its jaws crested the high point of her well-toned butt and slipped down the far side just as they had taken in her boobs. Suddenly there was nothing left outside but a set of tanned legs kicking helplessly at the sand.

Later she would learn that what happened to her wasn't a rarity around here. Several people a day stuck their head or feet into a hungry creature's maw and the predators here were not at all reluctant to help someone act out a fantasy. The unfortunate side effect of that was that if you pretended to offer yourself or even accidentally stuck enough of yourself in, the encounter would end with a burp whether that was what you were after or not.

With a series of heavy gulps the sea lion consumed her thighs. A bigger sea lion could have left her stretched out in its stomach but this one's belly wasn't long enough to hold all of her. The lower end of its gut pressed against her head until she had to bend down toward her belly or have her neck broken.

The beast paused, panting, and though her feet and calves still hung out past its fangs Sienna knew there was no hope. Even if it couldn't swallow all of her down it could simply lie here and digest what was in its gut until enough room was available. With warm slick flesh pressing in from all sides it had here exactly where it wanted her. Her chance to escape ended when she didn't react fast enough to prevent that first gulp.

With a grunt of effort the sea lion hoisted what was left of her off the sand and she could only kick in terror as its gullet became a slick chute leading to a slimy digestive doom. It was almost too full to swallow but slowly gravity took over. She felt the brush of whiskers as her feet approached the waiting jaws.

Voices! Through the fleshy walls Sienna heard people approaching. She sucked in what little air was available and screamed for help.

The sound sank into the thick muscle and fat around her. Loud though it seemed to her, she wasn't sure anyone outside the sea lion could hear it. Then the muffled conversation stopped and there was a moment of hope. If one of them would just grab her feet and pull she's be saved. It had taken a huge effort for the little sea lion to swallow her. It was too small and too worn out from the struggle to resist a strong pull at its meal, much less think about swallowing a second person.

For a moment all she heard was the sea lion panting and the labored thump of its pulse. For a moment there was hope. Then someone started laughing.

There were still laughing, somewhere past the wall of flesh, as the sea lion gathered her feet up in its jaws. There was a last stab of fang as it got its mouth closed, then the familiar press of tongue against her instep. Sienna gathered her strength to scream again but it was too late. The sea lion tensed, seemed to gag for a moment on this last bulky bit of her, then swallowed.

There was a last slither of flesh as her feet slipped down its gullet and it was all over. Sienna was bent double inside it, her breasts squeezed flat against her thighs. Though she was young and flexible it was very uncomfortable, and it swiftly got worse. As soon as the valve between throat and stomach closed, the acid started to flow.

Trapped by the inward-pressing flesh, Sienna found she had no leverage to struggle. Her arms were stretched out along her legs now and there was no room to draw them back and elbow the stomach. Though "Tiny" was swollen around her meal, her whole body cavity stuffed full of woman, she had won. droplets of acid stung Sienna's flesh and she knew that all the sea lion needed to do now was lie there and digest its meal.

Slap. The stupid fish that caused this whole mess smacked her in the cheek. It had to be nearly dead. With a last snarl of rage Sienna tried to bite it. She missed. As she opened her mouth to try again her movements broke loose a bubble of air that went down with her. The last thing she heard was the long burp that rumbled up out of the little predator.

It should have been the end. Sienna Michaels, the Missing Person sign would say. Last seen at the Friendly Beach. Height, 5'10". Weight, 140 pounds of sea lion fat.

It wasn't the end, somehow. Brilliant light seared her eyes and Sienna winced, shielding them with her hand. She wasn't wrapped in stomach and stung by acid any more. Nor was she soaked in sweat from her time inside the sea lion. If anything, the sudden transition from sweltering gut to cool sea breeze made her shiver. What had happened?

Her eyes recovered just about when she realized she was naked. She was sitting on the sand in a sheltered nook between the boardwalk and some scrub brush.

There was only one spot someone could be on the boardwalk and see her, and sure enough a dark-haired woman chose that moment to stop and stare.

"What is it, mommy?" Said someone out of view, and just then Sienna noticed the box with CLOTHING stenciled on the side. A minute later, wearing too-tight shorts and a T-shirt four sizes too large, she headed back to the beach.

It's hard to stomp on sand. She tried. It proved easier to stomp on the boardwalk. She ignored the stares caused by her odd outfit and bad mood and was back on the sand again.

She was halfway to the lifeguard tower when the black goggles turned in her direction. Jeff the sea lion swiveled his head unnaturally far around and pointed a flippered hand at her.

Sienna hadn't noticed the furry figure at the base of the tower but now the volleyball cheetah headed her way. From up close she definitely wasn't a girl in a suit. No, she was genuinely a cheetah woman, in the same way the otter surfer and sea lion lifeguard were men. She was more humanoid, was all. She was fur, claws, cat legs, long swaying tail and round, muzzled head away from being human.

"It's all right," the cheetah purred. She held up her hands in a voiceless "Please calm down" manner. "You got eaten, right? But you're fine now. Tell me what happened."

Sienna explained. She learned that the cheetah was named Callie and was a "one in a million" result of her African grandmother owning a pet cheetah. Her grandmother liked big cats. Really, really liked them.

"One in a million," Callie purred. "But there were a lot of, shall we say, opportunities to hit those odds..."

Sienna tried to get that mental image out of her head as she led the cheetah under the pier. "There! There she is!"

"Burp," said Tiny quizzically. The form of a swallowed woman showed through her fat. She had somehow managed to fold Sienna up even further, and she was curled up in a fetal position, dead and slowly digesting.

"Ort," said Tiny. "Ort, Ort."

"She says you stuck your arm down her throat."

"Yes, she'd swallowed a fish -"

"Ort," barked the sea lion.

"And your shoulder, and your face."

"I did not!" Sienna was indignant. "My face was only next to her mouth."

Callie smiled. It was a very good, very human smile. She even hid her fangs. "It's OK. See, if you'd done that over there..." she pointed across the bay, where a distant pier was barely visible. "We wouldn't be having this conversation, and your family would wonder what happened to you. But you did it here, so you're fine. Tiny thought you were offering yourself as a meal. It happens. It's no big deal."

"That's easy for you to say," Sienna snapped. "You didn't get eaten!"

Callie flicked an ear, which Sienna gathered was like raising an eyebrow. One hand sporting carefully manicured and red-polished claws tapped Tiny on the muzzle and as though trained the sea lion yawned. Callie leaned over and stuck her head in Tiny's mouth.

Tiny considered the shoulders in front of her face and the bulge in her cheeks for a moment before turning her head to the side.

"If she weren't full," Callie purred as she stood back up, "I would be on my way down her throat. I've been down it before. Tiny is a sweetheart. She's the smallest pred who's ever managed to swallow me. Very talented, she is."

Sienna watched as Callie put her foot on the swollen sea lion and leaned against the bulge. Tiny pushed back and it seemed the cheetah knew just where to press. The sea lion let out a long, relieved-sounding belch and relaxed.

"You didn't know the rules," the cheetah repeated. "It's no big deal. It's why we have signs, but people get so excited to be here they walk right past them sometimes."

Sienna guiltily remembered walking past a sign with a dolphin. There had been a hand sticking out of the dolphin's mouth. She could guess what the sign said, now.

"Well, damn," Sienna said. "I guess there's no one to yell at. Can you open the lockers? My key is inside there somewhere."

"Just a sec," the cheetah purred. She tapped Tiny on the muzzle and slid one long spotty arm down the sea lion's throat. She rooted around for a bit and came up with not only the bracelet and its key but a mottled pink bikini top.

"Couldn't get the bottom off," Callie purred. "Sorry." She wiped her hand on the sand to get the pinkish slime off. Probably a mixture of stomach acid and dissolved skin.

"This was red," Sienna said as she gingerly accepted the damp bikini top.

"Not any more," Callie giggled, and they shared a laugh. "There is a kiosk that sells 'found' clothing, by the way. You may get the bottom back...eventually."

Tiny was snoring and her swollen middle was making sounds like a muffled washing machine. Old Sienna was going through the rinse cycle, from the sound of things. New Sienna decided that if her bottom did turn up she didn't want it any more. Who knew what color it would be by then.

"The lesson to be learned," Callie purred, "Is that yes, this is a friendly beach, but it still pays to know what you're getting into."

Sienna shot a suspicious look at the cheetah and without asking reached out and felt the prominent bulge below her ribs. Something shifted under her fingers and she was pretty sure the shape of a human skull bulged out of the fur for a moment.

"Let me guess," Sienna said. "The skull takes the longest to digest."

"You're learning," the cheetah purred. "I see you didn't stick your arm down my throat to see what would happen."

"I'm pretty sure I know what would happen," Sienna replied. "Was that a volunteer, or did they not know the rules either?"

"He knew the rules," purred the cheetah. She stroked the furry bulge that was all that remained of a lover. "He was also sure I couldn't swallow him. He thought it was quite safe to stick his head in my mouth."

He'd been wrong, obviously. Anywhere else, that was a mistake you only got to make once. Not so much here.

"Now you know the rules," Callie purred. "Some of them anyway. Go read the signs, talk to the vendors. When you're done, if you like, come see me under the pier."

Without asking, just as Sienna had reached out and felt the bulge, the cheetah leaned over and licked Sienna's shoulder.

"And then maybe I'll eat only part of you," she purred. Her tongue was quite long, and very scratchy.