Friendly beach - the lesson to be learned 4
Story by Strega on SoFurry
It's hard to learn a lesson when you get digested for keeps, but that's what happens when you trust an asshole like Clever Boy.
Hannah liked the beach. She always had. She'd visited it her whole life as often as she could. When she got old enough to have boyfriends she dragged them there too. It wasn't hard to find a boyfriend when you're five foot four, prettily brunette and curvy in all the right places. Now she was senior at college and it was a short walk from the dorm to the beach.
There were normal beaches, the sort she went to. Then there were the weird ones. Friendly Beaches, they called them. She heard the rumors, and from what her boyfriend said he knew more about them than that. There were videos, he said. In fact, from what she heard, there was a Friendly Beach just a mile or so from the one she liked.
She was content with normal beaches. When she saw a dolphin fin or a sleeping seal or sea lion, she was happy to just look. That was as close as she wanted to get to an animal. Until the day she saw one suffering.
It was a fat torpedo of a sea lion, about ten feet from whiskers to tail flippers. About the size of a tiger, just less handsome. There were plenty of sea lions on the beach but this was the only one with a muzzle on.
The sea beast was draped over some rocks, and it was the antenna that caught her attention at first. She was looking at the thing's hind flippers and the curve of its back, and there was something sticking up past its neck. Out of curiosity she moved to the side and saw the thick collar encircling its neck. Leather, or something that looked like leather, with straps connecting the collar to a perforated plastic muzzle that encompassed its whole snout.
Hannah blinked. Who would put such a thing on the animal? The radio she understood, someone was tracking the sea lion for some research reason, but with the muzzle on it couldn't eat. It didn't look malnourished so it must just have been put on, but the poor thing would starve soon enough.
Hannah looked around. There were a few people on the beach even at this late hour but no one was looking in her direction. That would change if she started messing with the sea lion, something strictly against the rules here.
As she approached the sea lion it startled awake, shot a look at her out of inky whiteless eyes and undulated away across the sand. A sea lion can fold its back flippers under it and almost walk on all fours. Seals just sort of bounce along instead. This sea lion was surprisingly fast and soon reached the shelter of the rocks under the pier. It could easily have escaped out to sea but maybe the collar and muzzle made it hard for it to swim.
Hannah shook her head. It was just cruel to do that to the poor animal. She made peaceable gestures and eased closer, hoping it would realize she meant it no harm.
With its back to mussel covered rocks and unwilling to head out to sea the sea lion uneasily watched her approach. Soon she was close enough to reach out for the collar. Somehow the sea beast realized what she was doing and turned its head so she could get at the thing.
There was a single large buckle on the right side of its neck, with a metal shield covering the belt where it went through the buckle. The scratch marks on the parts of the belt outside the shield showed the sea lion was smart enough to paw at the thing with its foreflipper, which explained the shield. Luckily it hadn't scratched itself, because the finger-like tips of its flippers were hard enough to score leather.
Though it seemed to trust her now the sea lion backed up instinctively as she grabbed the collar. Hannah followed it into a nook in the rocks, happy to get it out of sight of any curious eyes.
The thick collar strap was stiff and stubbornly refused to move. Hannah fell to her knees to get at it better and got a finger under the shield to pull a loop of belt up. That loosened the buckle pin and Hannah smiled as she got the collar loose. It was just a matter of pulling the strap the rest of the way out of the buckle and then she was able to grab the muzzle and pull it, collar and all, off the sea lion. The radio tracker turned out to be on a separate collar but she didn't worry about that. The sea lion could hunt now, was the important thing. It wouldn't starve.
The sea lion's whiskers popped back into place as they were freed from the muzzle and it turned its face back toward her with what looked like a smile. Hannah smiled back and just then the sea lion arched its neck, dropped its nose toward her as though to nuzzle her and yawned.
She was on her knees and with its head lifted the big sea was taller than she was. Trusting it was only returning the favor she did when she removed the muzzle Hannah didn't react as its jaws suddenly gaped. Before she realized what it was doing the sea lion slid its jaws smoothly over her and engulfed her to the hips in one long slide.
"Hey!" By the time the words left Hannah's lips there was nowhere for there to go. Slimy gullet was sliding past her on all sides and a great bulge swelled out of the sea lion's already thick neck as it swallowed half of her in one gulp. Its advancing jaws pushed her arms down against her sides and she dropped the muzzle. There was the scrape of a fang down her back and more on the front as her breasts were swallowed but a greater consideration was that half of her was suddenly down the thing's throat. The radio collar turned out to be elastic. It had to be, for the sea lion to deep throat half a woman.
"HEY! Stop it!" The words sank into the soft wet flesh around her just like the last one. The bulge in the sea lion's long neck shifted as she tried to struggle but her rump was pressed firmly against the warm beach sand and her knees were to either side where she'd used them to balance herself when she worked on the collar. The sea lion pushed its jaws past her hips, engulfed her rump, and with a grunt of effort lifted her into the air.
It was a big sea lion, at least three times her weight, but she wouldn't have believed it capable of what it was doing now. The sea lion tilted its muzzle up, tossed its head once to get her ass to the back of its jaws, and swallowed. Its slimy gullet suddenly presented itself as a slippery downward chute and Hannah screamed as her own weight sent her sliding helplessly down its throat.
A rubbery valve opened over the top of her head, then squeezed her face as it went by. A hundred and twenty pounds of pretty brunette slid neatly down the sea lion's throat and into its stomach. Ten seconds after it lowered its nose to nuzzle her the sea lion closed its jaws, swallowed, and felt the double bulge of shoes move down its neck to join the rest.
Hannah slid to a stop in a lengthy stomach that seemed to occupy most of the sea lion's long body. A thick coating of mucus coated the walls, and unlike the gullet slime that lubricated her for easy swallowing this wasn't harmless bodily goo. This slime stung wherever it touched and the smell of bile and previously digested fish warned her what would happen to her if she didn't get out. She was lying in the stomach of a carnivore and its guts knew what to do with meat, even when that meat was an entire woman.
"Help!" Hannah squirmed and kicked, though she found it impossible to get any real traction. The slimy walls were nearly frictionless and a thick wall of sea lion flesh and fat pressed inward, constricting her nearly into immobility. She couldn't bend her knees to kick and her arms were trapped against her sides by the mass of wet flesh. It was like a fleshy coffin that expanded only enough to let her in. The only open space was caused by the air that went down with her. Swallowing her quickly and whole trapped some of it in the folds of her clothing and the spaces between her limbs. As the stomach acids soaked through her shorts and t-shirt the burning sensation spread. Only her feet were spared, and only until the stomach juiced soaked through her shoes too.
Hannah gasped in a breath, tried to fight, and hoped for rescue. Maybe someone saw it swallow her, or would see the wriggling bulge in its long body. Big as it was there would be no mistaking the shape of a struggling woman swallowed whole. They'd get the beach patrol and harass the thing until it heaved her back up.
But the sea lion knew that. She felt it roll ponderously over, lift itself on its flippers, and suddenly there was a feeling of weightlessness. The sea lion slipped into the ocean and the clumsy bulk it showed on land revealed itself to be a perfectly streamlined swimming machine in the water. With a kick of its hind flippers and a steering wave of one forefin it turned away from the shore. There was no one in the dark water to see the great bulge in its long body, or how that bulge struggled desperately for escape.
There would be no escape. The long bulge in its body made the sea lion less agile in the water and slower, but it still swam faster than a human. Even if a diver had seen the horror that just occurred it would slip away through the water, find a quiet place, and settle down to digest its meal.
The only mercy was that Hannah did not suffer for long. There was air, but you can only breathe in the same breath so many times. Before the pain of digestion grew too great there was a shudder beneath the sea lion's thick fatty hide and then stillness. It would need at least a full day to digest and pass the woman and whatever bits of her clothing didn't dissolve, but Hannah's ordeal was done.
The sea lion swam out into the bay until the inner struggle had quieted, then turned north. Behind him on the beach nothing was left of Hannah but footprints. Ahead of it was another pier, and after twenty minutes in the water the sea lion beached itself on more warm sand. It pulled itself up between the rocks and looked for company.
It found it. Walking in the well-trodden paths between the mussel-covered pier pilings was a half cheetah, half human woman with a long flicking tail. She wore a bikini top and bottom with white polka dots on a pink background, and nothing on her four-toed furry feet.
"Well hello, Clever Boy," Callie the cheetah purred, and she took from him the muzzle and collar he'd carried in his mouth all the way from the other beach. He held out his neck and she belted it back on him, careful not to pinch his whiskers under the rim of it but rather fold them up inside the muzzle or let them poke out of the holes.
"I see you're already eaten," she purred, and stroked his thick neck. The sight of a human bulge didn't bother Callie. She'd swallowed more people than he had. The only reasons she wasn't grotesque fat were an active lifestyle and, more often than not, feeding herself to a larger pred once she'd gulped someone down. "Did you have fun first?"
Clever Boy nuzzled her groin gently, but pointedly, the thick rubber of the muzzle deforming against her sex. Even if he had, was the clear message, he'd like some more.
Clever Boy was what the beach patrol called a certain troublemaking sea lion. Bad enough he tricked people into sex, as with the infamous incident when he found a set of mannequin legs washed up on the beach, swallowed them to the ankles and then convinced people to suck him off before he'd let them pull out the "victim" by the feet. He also developed an appetite for human and used various trickery to get his fill. Hannah was just the latest person to discover to her surprise that his stomach could accommodate an entire human..
This wouldn't be a problem at this particular beach but Clever Boy liked to wander and half a dozen people made their way through his digestive tract at other beaches before the beach patrol caught him and put on the muzzle. That was the deal: he was given a radio tracker and when he came to a beach the patrol would put the muzzle on. Then he could fuck the willing, but the muzzle would restrain his appetite. Even here, on this one special Friendly Beach, he had to wear the muzzle unless a willing victim took it off.
Clever Boy rolled over and Callie the cheetah straddled his lower body. She knew just where to position herself so her furry sex rubbed him through her bikini and the sea lion's thick cock soon unsheathed, slipped between her thigh and the bikini and into her. Callie braced herself on the bulges of Hannah's breasts and began to bounce. For his part, full as he was, Clever Boy undulated his lower body and thrust up into her.
Most stubbornly dangerous animals hereabouts were chased off by other wildlife or even eaten by a larger pred. Too much bad behavior would spoil the reputation of the beach and ruin things for everyone. The muzzle was the compromise they'd arrived at. Clever Boy really was a very good lover, big enough to entertain humans but not painfully so and with plenty of both enthusiasm and endurance.
Callie bounced on his cock, nibbled her lower lip and just smiled when the pressure of her hands forced a long belch out of the sea lion. Someone had taken the muzzle off and fed herself to Clever Boy, but they hadn't worn him out first. It fell to her to do that. If he didn't already have a woman-shaped bulge in him she'd fuck him and then take off the muzzle herself. Half a dozen sets of her polka-dot bikinis had dissolved in his stomach already. Maybe another would tonight. Two human-sized meals in one night was a lot of food for Clever Boy, but he'd managed it before.
The sea lion grunted, burped, and his hind flippers kicked as he ejaculated inside the cheetah girl. She kept bouncing and he kept thrusting. The internal bone in his cock kept it stiff and a sea lion bull has to be able to service a whole beach full of cows. It would take a lot more than one orgasm to wear him out. He was a popular lover for a reason, after all.
In his long stomach the slowly softening body of Hannah shifted. She'd left her phone at the dorm in case she decided on a swim and the indigestible parts of her wallet and dorm keys would make their way through the sea lion's bowels without issue. Clever Boy knew about those too. He'd relieve himself out in the bay or on a remote rocky outcropping, lest someone work out what happened to his meal. Unless he got very unlucky, no one would ever know what happened to Hannah. They called him Clever Boy for a reason.
Callie let out a yowl as she came, impaled on a thick sea lion cock, and Clever Boy groaned as he filled her with more ropes of hot semen. He could have come here for a meal, as he'd done before with Callie or others, but he very much liked the surprise and struggle when he swallowed unwilling prey. It got him so horny that the only thing to do was come to a beach where people didn't care about a bulge, and find someone to fuck.
He'd made a deal with the beach patrol. He could only take willing prey. It wasn't his fault that some people didn't realize that removing his muzzle was the same as volunteering to fill his stomach, now was it?