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It was curiosity that got Terry in trouble, which is par for the course at the Friendly Beach.

Terry had no interest in sex with other humans. About the time he started to develop urges he realized he was far more interested in the gnolls in his D&D games than he was in humans. Humans didn't appeal to him, not that way. On the other hand, imaginary sex with monsters, animals, or furry creatures interested him quite a lot. D&D and computer games sparked the interest, internet porn continued it.

Real animal people and oddly smart animals, occasionally even talking ones like the honey badgers at that safari camp, weren't unheard-of but they were rare. If there had been any at his school or town, things might have gone differently. As it was, Terry had to satisfy himself with pictures, fan art and fantasy porn.

Eventually he heard about Friendly Beaches, and the result was predictable. His family had to hold his eighteenth birthday party on a different day, because on his birthday he was at the adults-only pier getting some non-imaginary nookie.

The beach had a specific term for someone who's never slept with a human, but enjoyed the company of animals. They call them "friendly beach virgins." Terry thus spent evenings and weekends at the beach repeatedly not losing his virginity. Technically.

Besides not caring for the company of humans, not in that particular way anyway, Terry greatly preferred the company of males. His favorite thing, and largely the only thing he did when it came to sex, was suck off male animals while masturbating vigorously.

Within a week of coming to the beach he'd been with both of the male anthros. Beachcomber the big semi-feral otter had no opinion on what gender he preferred for sex. Jeff the half-sea-lion mostly preferred ladies, but he agreed with Beachcomber's philosophy of "Never turn down a blowjob."

The feral males on the beach felt much the same. To a sea lion, otter, dolphin or whatnot, one gender of human lover is much like the other. Not a one of them cared if the lips wrapped around their cock belonged to a man. It was a good deal for them, and just as good a deal for Terry.

Some would suck him off in return. Terry had little interest in sticking his Tab A into any Slot B that wasn't a mouth, though he did try it a couple of times. He also had little interest in getting a sea-beast Tab A up his ass, though he tried that with a couple of the smaller ones. Beachcomber wasn't small, but gifted him a bottle of lube just in case Terry decided to broaden his horizons.

"Promotional, dude," the otter purred. "I get them free. Sponsorship." That explained the otter on the label, its whiskers stuck together with strings of goo.

Terry did dabble with fucking she-beasts, but found it uninteresting. He could have fucked Callie the cheetah girl, the closest he'd have had to a human woman. Callie didn't care that he was five-foot-six, skinny, stammered and had curly orange hair. Callie fucked everybody.

The problem with fucking the cheetah, besides his preference for men, was the way she licked her chops when she suggested it. Terry suspected, correctly, that what she really wanted was for him to be so distracted by the sex that he wouldn't react in time to tell her 'no' as she ate him. She wanted a great bulge in her slender middle and burps that tasted like Terry.

In this she was hardly alone. At least once a day one of his beastly lovers yawned and invited him to stick his head in. Occasionally one was more aggressive than that and he had to dodge as a fanged maw descended. They never chased him once he shied away but if he hadn't wriggled out of the grip of various flippers and paws his story would have long since ended with a belch.

Of course this was -that- friendly beach and it wouldn't really be the end. People came back and took advantage of it. Callie ate so many people she should by all rights be immensely fat. Her diet plan was to swallow someone and then, most of the time, feed herself to another pred. You can't gain weight if you don't actually digest your food and so only occasionally did she sprout a belly bulge and sudden love handles.

Even those she soon worked off at the volleyball net, just as Beachcomber the otter and Jeff the sea lion lifeguard kept the weight off with swimming. Any of the three could swallow him and work off the resulting fat in practically a day. Any of them would, if he asked. He never did. Terry wasn't interested.

Yet the problem arose that looking into all those invitingly opened maws reminded him how soft and wet the folds of their gullets appeared. The thick coating of mucus that would slick him down for easy swallowing would also coat his hand as he jacked off and he wondered how that would feel.

He'd heard that some local preds could be trusted to swallow a person only part way. The RULES sign said this was best left to the anthros, who he could talk to and explain the situation, so one day as Terry jacked off a big dolphin with one hand and pleasured himself with the other he thought about it.

Not Callie. She could swallow him feetfirst as he jacked off, but she was just too predatory to trust. She'd give him her best innocent look when he returned after reforming and say she swallowed him accidentally. That idea didn't interest him at all. If he decided to get eaten at some point, he wanted the pred to be a male.

Beachcomber had a handsome furry body with the noodley build of his otter mother and a formidable cock Terry had sucked many times. He was a laid back beach bum who you'd think was heavily into recreational pharmaceuticals.

"Not me, dude," he purred when Terry asked about that. "Those are made for humans and I'm not. I tried 'em, but they had all sorts of weird effects. I just stick to beer and surfing, dude."

Beachcomber sounded like a valley dude because he was raised on the beach, surrounded by surfers and beach bums from the time he could walk. The beach patrol found him there as a toddler. The tests said he was the result of a man fucking one of the big river otters who visited the beach, and the otter abandoning her cub when it turned out half human. Or maybe something happened to the mother. They just didn't know.

Terry considered him for his little experiment, but the otter burned so many calories surfing and swimming that he was always hungry. He wasn't as eager to eat people as Callie, but Terry wasn't sure he trusted the otter not to finish swallowing him. The goal was to jack off in someone's throat without taking a trip through their bowels afterward.

That left Jeff the half-sea-lion. Though he was almost as streamlined as Beachcomber, Jeff had a bulkier body and a thick fleshy sea lion cock that ended up in Terry's mouth the very first day he went to the beach. Terry liked him a lot.

And so, not trusting the ferals, who even the signs warned could be more predatory than he'd like, or the three hundred pound man-eating otter, and trusting Callie only to eat him the second she got the chance, Terry broached the subject with Jeff.

"Sure, I could do that," Jeff said. "So could Beachcomber or Callie."

"I trust you more," Terry said. "You never lick your chops when you're looking at me."

"Fair enough," Jeff said. "What do I get out of it?"

"I'll swallow you if you don't swallow me," Terry said, which he'd come up with himself and thought was rather clever. He didn't know that Jeff had heard it before, but without the "don't".

Terry rather nervously stripped off his swim trunks and let himself by lifted by Jeff's fin-hands. Jeff was a lifeguard and dragged people out of the surf on a daily basis. He was extremely strong and the moment the half hand, half fins wrapped around him Jerry knew that he'd better be right to trust him. There would be no escape if Jeff decided he was hungry.

Jeff hoisted him into the air as though he weighed nothing at all, and yawned. With a stretch of his cheeks his jaws yawned improbably wide and Terry stared past the sharp fangs into a gullet he could stick his arm down without touching the sides. Jeff lifted him still higher and Terry rather gingerly put his feet in the sea lion's mouth.

"Fuck!" With a push of Jeff's wet, muscular tongue his toes slipped into the waiting throat and it clamped down as the sea lion swallowed. The undulations of the swallowing muscles rolled over his calves and suddenly he was in the sea lion's mouth past the knees. The tight sucking grip was so strong that Jeff could let go with his flippers and just swallow him down. There would be no resisting the pull of those powerful, well practiced swallowing muscles.

Suddenly Terry realized he was positioned all wrong. His cock would soon bump into Jeff's whiskery muzzle, which meant he couldn't bend down and suck the sea lion off.

This wasn't Jeff's first rodeo and with a twist of his webby hand-fins the sea lion carefully turned him around, giving Terry's calves time to twist in his gullet. As he came to face away from the sea lion Jeff swallowed again and another contraction of the gullet sucked Terry in all the way to the ass.

A double bulge of thighs stood out of Jeff's thick neck and far down the gullet Terry felt his toes touch a rubbery sphincter. His feet were about to slip into the sea lion's stomach, a stomach that had consumed who knew how many men and women. Jeff wasn't nearly as predatory as Callie but the word on the beach was that as long as he had time to digest you before he had to go back to work, he wouldn't turn down a free meal.

Terry didn't want to be a meal and hoped that Jeff's reputation as the most trustworthy of the beach anthros was well deserved. Jeff swallowed a third time and his cheeks stretched as Terry's ass was engulfed. As he swallowed, he lowered his muzzle and pulled down his shorts with the hand-fin not still supporting Terry.

There was the long, familiar ridge of "innie" sheath. Most aquatic animals kept their penis under an insulating later of skin and fat, sliding it out when needed and retaining their streamlined shape for swimming when they didn't. Jeff even had internal balls. Otters still had them on the outside, as Terry could attest as he'd ended up with otter fur on his tongue from licking Beachcomber's, among other water-weasels.

A pink tip already peeked from the end of the ridge and Terry rubbed the long ridge with both hands, feeling it swell hard. Soon enough the sheath drew back and Jeff's fleshy cock appeared, thicker than Beachcomber's but not quite as long. Beachcomber's had a subtle S curve thanks to its internal bone and Terry knew there was a bone in this one too. That was obvious from the way it could only be bent at the base, where the bone was connected to the pelvis by ligaments.

Jeff lowered his muzzle further and Terry opened his mouth for the sea lion's thick tip. Both his hands were wrapped around Jeff's cock and he began to consider letting go with one. His own cock was against the sea lion's tongue and thick saliva coated his hard-on. In fact from the hips down he was coated in a thick layer of hot drool, lubed up for easy swallowing if the sea lion decided he should be a bulge.

Just as he began to suck Jeff's tongue began to move and Terry groaned. The sea lion's tongue was as wide and thick as his hand, warm and muscular. It rolled over his balls and stroked from the base of his cock to the tip, then undulated back down and did it again. Terry's naked belly rubbed the other side and he was so sodden in saliva it was as though a tongue caressed him there too.

Jeff wasn't breathing. He could hold his breath for several minutes at least and Terry gasped through his nostrils as a fin-hand pushed him down onto sea lion cock. He wasn't a sea mammal bred to swallow fish whole, he could barely get a third of the thing in his mouth and the start of his throat despite endless practice on very willing local males. As usual, he had to use his hands to help. The thick skin covering Jeff's cock was semi-loose like his own foreskin and he used it to jack the sea lion off.

Jeff's pulse was throbbing through his legs where they were stretched out in a throat waiting to be swallowed. He even felt it through the tongue stroking his balls and shaft and things got out of hand very quickly. He was still pumping Jeff's cock with both hands and sucking when it happened. The plan was to free up one hand and jack off inside the sea lion's mouth. Instead he bucked against Jeff's fangs and came on his tongue.

"Fuck," Terry muttered, mouth full of cock, then Jeff's fin-hand pushed him down and he gagged on sea lion cum. Jeff's fleshy tip was past his back teeth and hot ropes of semen spurted into him, filling his throat. When Jeff's foot-flippers stopped shivering he let go and Terry swallowed a glutenous mass of sea lion cum at least five times the volume of his own. It was swallow or throw up and he'd had plenty of practice overcoming his gag reflex since coming to the beach.

"I was going to jack off," Terry muttered, and Jeff let out a full-throated chuckle. He lifted his muzzle as his cock slipped from Terry's hands and began to withdraw back into its sheath. As his muzzle went past the horizontal there was a terrifying sinking sensation. Terry's own weight sent the sea lion's fangs scraping over his belly as his torso began to slide down Jeff's throat.

"Hey! HEY!" He reached down in a panic, planting his hands against the semi-feral's sloped shoulders. That stopped his slide, but only because Jeff was letting gravity do the work. Terry didn't fool himself into believing he could stop Jeff if the sea lion decided on a meal. Already the sphincter had slipped over his toes and while his ankles were safe in Jeff's throat his feet were squeezing into decidedly not safe folds of stomach.

Terry was pretty sure Jeff could just swallow a few times and he'd be gone, without so much as using his fin-hands. The sea lion's throat was just too strong. Even without a gulp Terry was awkwardly holding himself up with his arms and if he slipped or his arms tired it would all be over but the burping.

"No swallowing!" Terry complained, and Jeff let out that full-throated chuckle again. Then the sea lion lowered his muzzle and let gravity work the other way. Without a clampdown of his fanged muzzle or a gulp to keep him in there Terry slid wetly from his jaws to lie naked on the sand.

"Don't worry," Jeff said. "I'll only eat you if you want me to."

Terry sort of got what he wanted but he was still annoyed at Jeff. He pulled his shorts back on and stomped off. It would take a little while for his balls to recharge so he went up on the pier and bought a sandwich from one of the myriad of small shops and booths.

"Oh, hey dude," said Beachcomber when they met each other in the crowd. The six-and-a-half-foot-tall water-weasel's long whiskers twitched as he sniffed. "Man, you should go take a shower. You go around smelling like drool and someone will eat you, dude."

"Thanks," Terry said morosely, sure that Beachcomber not only knew what he'd been doing but who he did it with. But it was good advice. He went to one of the beach showers and thoroughly washed off the thick coating of dried drool. He already had enough people who wanted to eat him without advertising his availability as a meal.

"Thanks dude," it was Beachcomber's turn to say half an hour later, for they met again under the shadows of the pier and the otter's cock was just enough thinner than Jeff's that Terry was able to deep throat half of its formidable length. When he'd gulped down his second wad of sea mammal cum of the day Beachcomber happily returned the favor. Beachcomber had no species or gender of preferred lover; if it felt good he would do it, with anything from a human to an orca. Terry had seen the otter suck himself off and he was very good at sucking other cocks, too.

"Don't do that with Callie," Beachcomber said as he sat back, licking strings of human cum from his whiskers. He waved a webby hand at Terry from the hips on down. "She'd be tempted. She really likes to eat people, man."

"Would you be tempted?"

"Man, I get really hungry after surfing. You wanna do that with me, make sure I got a full belly first. Look for the bulge, man."

Terry nodded, pleased by the otter's honesty. Beachcomber would happily eat him but told him ahead of time how to avoid it.

Rather than wait for a human-shaped bulge to show up in Beachcomber's middle, a couple of days later Terry sought out Jeff once again.

"Deeper this time," he said as he stripped off his shorts. But no swallowing."

"Got it," Jeff said pleasantly, and hoisted Terry into the air once more. This time Terry knew what to do and twisted so he ended up facing the same way as the sea lion. Jeff simply yawned, not even bothering to swallow, and Terry slid into the waiting gullet like a letter disappearing into a mailbox. In one long slide he was to the armpits in throat and from the knees down his skin tingled as small amounts of stomach acid started to work.

Jeff carefully leaned forward, giving Terry time to bend with him, and a moment later the sea lion's cock was in Terry's mouth once more. With one arm wrapped beneath Jeff's chin to keep himself from sliding deeper Terry slipped his other hand into the sea lion's maw. His hand scraped past fangs and then it was as coated with drool as the rest of him. It was easy to slide it down along his belly until he found his cock.

It was as good as he hoped. Wrapped in a hot slimy gullet he thrust against the fleshy walls. The thick coating of mucus rendered everything nearly frictionless. It was like being coated all over with lube, instead of merely his hand as he sometimes did when he jacked off.

He trusted Jeff enough to let go the grip he had beneath the sea lion's chin. That left his hand free to stroke a cock more than twice as long and twice as thick as his own. Two hands would be better but his other one was busy.

Terry rubbed his tip against the soft hot slippery walls of Jeff's gullet and groaned. Maybe some of his cum ended up on him last time. This time, there was so much slime down in the depths of the sea lion that it mixed in. Terry bucked against the fleshy wall, sighed, and relaxed. Jeff's pulse throbbed steadily through him, even felt through the cock in his mouth. Terry managed to reverse his earlier movements, sliding his now extremely slippery hand and arm back out of the sea lion's maw.

With two hands pumping Jeff's cock and the tip in his mouth things soon came to a head. The sea lion let out a full-throated growl and Terry swallowed down the mass of cum as fast as Jeff ejaculated it.

He liked the way the sea lion's feet kicked when he came. He had a fine view of it this time. When the shiver was done Jeff lowered his muzzle and once more let Terry slide out onto the sand.

"That was good," Jeff said. He pulled his shorts back over his sheath as his cock slipped back in. "Better rub your legs off with sand."

Terry was already reaching for wet beach sand with that in mind. Being slathered down with drool was one thing, having your lower legs in a sea lion's stomach was another.

"The acid doesn't really start to flow until the top sphincter closes," the sea lion said with the air of someone who knew his business. "Unless the seal is air tight around the food, there's only acid down at the bottom. It's a protective thing, keeps a pred from getting acid in their throat."

"Do preds ever have something in their throat long enough to need that reflex?"

"Sometimes," Jeff said. "When they swallow something too big to digest all at once. I swallowed a dolphin once and its hind flippers hung out of my mouth for hours."

"A whole dolphin?"

"Little one," Jeff said. "Young, stupid, made a lot of trouble butting people with his beak and trying to rape them."

"So you ate him."

"Someone had to," Jeff said with a shrug. "Someone would have. I just got to him first. The animals know that a troublemaker could spoil things for everyone. They have a sweet deal going here, sex and free food."

Terry was rubbing himself all over with wet tide line sand, though he knew he'd need a shower to get the drool all the way cleaned off. He must stink of sea lion. Beachcomber knew at once what he'd done before and could probably even smell Jeff's cum on his breath. He couldn't do anything about that but he could wash off the worst of the smell.

"I have to go," Jeff said. "My lifeguard shift starts soon."

"See you next time," Terry replied, thinking about whether he'd want to do it again. It was interesting and very sexy but he had what looked like the start of a sunburn from the knees down and it wasn't the sun that did it.

He decided to let it rest for now and went back to his usual habits, tasting a variety of sea mammal cocks and enthusiastically jacking off as he did it. A week later he was looking for Beachcomber and found the big otter tasting himself.

"Hold on dude," the otter gurgled, for he was lying on his back bent bonelessly forward over himself and his muzzle was going up and down as he swallowed his own cock.

Beachcomber could easily swallow Terry whole and definitely didn't have his problem managing large cocks. He deep throated his entire length, pausing to lick his furry balls when he wasn't rubbing them with one webbed hand. Soon enough he let out a feral growl and his tail twitched where it rested on the sand. Terry liked it when a big male's flippers or feet kicked involuntarily when he came and that was just one more thing proving what had just happened.

Beachcomber swallowed audibly and pulled back his muzzle, letting his cock slide back into its lengthy sheath. "Sorry dude," the otter purred. "Couldn't wait for you to take over. I was right there, man."

The otter apologized by licking him all over, pulling down Terry's shorts and doing the same thing to a much smaller cock he'd just done to his own. By the time Terry came in his mouth - he wasn't long enough to go off in Beachcomber's throat - the otter's sunken-in sheath was hard again and the otter sloshed a half-full bottle of lube and looked at him.

"Sorry," Terry muttered. "I've one done that a few times and never anything as big as you. You'd straighten out my whole lower intestine."

Beachcomber was happy to settle for a two-handed hand job that turned into a blowjob. Afterward, he rooted around in a box he had hidden among the rocks and gave Terry two silicone dildos, one human sized and one alarmingly large, along with another bottle of lube. "For practice," he purred. "Just in case you want to try it sometime."

Terry went on his way happy to not have ended up as a fleshlight for a horny otter, but seeing Beachcomber suck himself off had awakened something in Terry. A few days later he raised the issue with Jeff.

"Sure, I can do that," the half-sea-lion said.

One of the benefits of being a long bodied semi-feral, Terry thought.

"Usually I let someone else do it, though," Jeff went on. He was not a handsome creature but he was one of only a few animal people around here and got plenty of action.

"What if you swallowed someone until their head was in your mouth, then they sucked you off?"

"It happens," said the sea lion in the matter-of-fact way you heard about horrible things around here. "I've done that with Callie. That's one of her party tricks, swallowing a cock so a pred is sort of deep throating himself. That and swallowing someone she's been eaten with."

"What, inside the pred," Terry almost said. Instead, "Could we do that? The face in mouth thing?"

"You sure," the sea lion said. "You'd be in my stomach to the waist."

"I trust you."

And that is how it happened. Terry stripped naked as usual, Jeff hoisted him into the air and slipped him feetfirst into his throat. Like last time, Terry glided in as smoothly as a letter into a mailbox, with warm gullet expanding to let his feet, legs, and this time his whole body slid in. The familiar thick layer of mucus coated him, slicking him down for easy swallowing, and his hard-on dragged along achingly smooth gullet wall.

Jeff was right. Terry had to bend his knees to slide in that far and ended up sitting upright in the sea lion's stomach, the upper sphincter wrapped around his waist. This time he pressed his arms against his sides and they went in too, so when the slide came to the stop his fingers easily found his cock. It was as slicked down as the rest of him and he began to pump even as Jeff bent over.

He had no hands to pump the sea lion's cock but one of Jeff's fin-hands was as wide as both of his together. Jeff gripped himself, bending the thick shaft toward Jeff's face as the sea lion's jaws descended.

The pointed tip he could manage. It was the thick, fleshy shaft that just wouldn't fit into Terry's throat no matter how hard he tried. He did his very best, sucking and licking as the sea lion's fin-hand pumped up and down, and down in the slimy depths of the sea lion's stomach Terry's hand was pumping, too.

Jeff's canine fangs were locked around his face, pressing against his forehead and chin, and the thick fleshy sea lion tongue rolled up against his cheek. As Jeff masturbated he instinctively began to rock where he was bent over himself and Terry struggled not to gag as the sea lion's movements forced more of the cock into his mouth. Like it or not, bit by bit Terry began to swallow himself a sea lion. Without his hands to guide the sea lion, Jeff was feeding him more than he could handle.

He'd done this with plenty of local males, even deep throating most of Beachcomber's fifteen-and-a-half-inch cock. (Terry brought a tape measure one day.) Beachcomber's was a little thinner than Jeff's thick fleshy wang and the sea lion's ponderous shaft threatened to choke him.

He couldn't hold his breath for five-plus minutes at a time like the sea lion, he couldn't tell Jeff he had problems past the cock filling his mouth. Jeff was thrusting downward with his mouthful of human face in the same rhythm his fin-hand was pumping, too close to orgasm to notice Terry squirming inside him. Terry was about to get another throat full of cum but this time he couldn't breathe.

All he could do was gag and try to back away from the sea lion's cock, and that's why everything went wrong. Surrounded by folds of stomach further down and throat further up Terry braced himself and pulled his face into Jeff's throat. His chin slipped past Jeff's rearmost teeth and two things happened. Jeff groaned and came, the thick ropes of semen he'd felt but never seen until now turning Terry's face white and stinging his eyes with their salt.

The second thing was worse. Terry managed to pull off the thrusting cock, got a faceful of cum, and sucked in a desperate breath at the cost of pulling his face back into the wet slickness of Jeff's throat. Jeff shuddered, came, and almost gagged as his throat wrapped tightly in around Terry's face. Before Terry could push himself back toward the fangs Jeff swallowed.

Even Terry admitted, later, that it wasn't Jeff's fault. Things aren't supposed to sit in your throat past the back of your tongue, that's how people (and sea lions) choke. This wasn't a problem the first two times as there was part of Terry outside the sea lion's jaws to remind him not to swallow. This time, in the midst of cumming into his own mouth Jeff's jaws snapped shut, his tongue rolled back against Terry's eyes and with a convulsive gulp he swallowed his lover whole.

Some things you can't stop, can't hold back. You can't stop a sneeze once it gets to a certain point, you can't stop an orgasm, and once you start to swallow something, down it goes. Terry saw a last flicker of light past Jeff's sharp teeth and then he was sliding neatly down the sea lion's throat into the waiting stomach.

"Hey!" Terry gasped, mouth full of cum but able to get that much out. Hot wet flesh slithered past him on all sides and before he could think to brace himself his knees slipped out from under him. Soft folds of stomach expanded to let him in and he felt the muscular valve at the top of his stomach squeeze his cheeks as his head followed the rest. It sphinctered shut above his head, the slide came to a stop and Terry was wrapped in the sea lion's thick-walled stomach, inches of muscle and fat away from daylight.

All the while, out of habit more than anything else his hand kept pumping. As he slithered the rest of the way into Jeff's stomach his tip slid along the soft fleshy wall and it was Terry's turn to groan as he came all over the inside of Jeff's belly.

Then it was over. Jeff stopped shivering, and in his mind's eye Terry saw his fin-feet kick as he came. Terry stopped shivering, too, his balls emptied into the sea lion's stomach. They both came, and very enjoyably, just as every time they'd played this game. There was just one little problem.

Even from inside, surrounded by the pulse of an aroused sea lion and the little gurgles of a stomach that has realized that food has arrived, Terry very clearly heard Jeff speak.

"Oops," Jeff said, and burped.

"Hey!" said Terry, and he heard his voice sink into the soft folds of stomach flesh and disappear. "HEY! Spit me up!"

Even to him his voice sounded tiny, the sounds absorbed by inches of muscle and fat. No way could Jeff hear him. The only reason he'd heard the sea lion speak was the sound communicated itself through Jeff's flesh.

"Hey!" Terry shouted again, but he knew it was pointless. Though he'd avoided getting into this sort of situation before, he'd heard the stories and he knew the rules. Most relevant of them all in this case:

"Once it's swallowed, it stays swallowed," Terry muttered, and winced as the acid came flowing in. It had stung his lower body this whole while, but Jeff was right. It didn't really start to flow until the stomach sealed itself off from the throat. Now it came trickling in and fat droplets of thick liquid rolled over his skin, leaving stinging trails. Where it gathered in the folds of stomach flesh it burned him and the pool of it at the lowest point of the stomach was rising.

His skin burned already and soon it would eat him away, skin first, then muscle and organs, and finally his bones. He'd seen the animal droppings white with digested bones. Jeff was civilized, he'd use the outhouses, but that fact that what used to be him would end up in a shitter rather than on the beach was little consolation. He hadn't signed up to be a sea lion's bowel movement, but here he was.

Though he knew it was hopeless, wrapped as he was in inches of muscle and fat, Terry began to struggle. It was hard to get any leverage at all folded up in a stomach and with nothing to push against but flesh coated with a thick slippery layer of mucus. He tried anyway. Briefly.

The moment he started to kick he felt Jeff's fin-hands wrap around the sea lion's swollen belly and squeeze. Jeff was much stronger than he was and had all the leverage. More acid trickled in by the moment and the pressure from outside squeezed it into every nook and cranny of his folded up body.

"Sorry Terry," Jeff said. The sea lion let out a long belch as the pressure squeezed the remaining air out of his stomach, and that was that. The last thing Terry felt as his consciousness faded was the sea lion's pulse slowing. Internal balls healthily emptied and belly full Jeff relaxed and settled down to digest his meal.

It was all good news for the sea lion, really. The only good news Terry had going for him was that he suffocated before digestion really got going.

Anywhere else it would have been the end. Anywhere else Jeff would have had to report to the beach patrol that there'd been an accident. Someone had died.

"Where's the body," the patrolman would ask, and Jeff, belly soft and gurgling, would sigh and explain. He still had Terry's shorts and wallet and phone, and those would make their way back to Terry's family. The body? They wouldn't want any part of it back, not after his body finished with it.

But this wasn't anywhere else and Terry sat up suddenly, blinded by glare. The last thing he remembered was the sea lion's pulse throbbing through his body and the sting of acid as Jeff began to digest him.

He'd never been in this spot but he'd passed by on the boardwalk. Once he got used to the light he found himself surrounded by rocks on three sides. A sign said LOCKERS with an arrow and on the other side of him was a painted wooden box with CLOTHES on the side.

"Shit," he cursed, then dug a set of clothing out of the box. He'd never been through the procedure himself, but he'd heard it described enough times. Some of the clothes in the box were oddly stained and it wasn't hard to figure out why. He found a set of white shorts that lacked the signs of having been through a digestive tract and a threadbare AC-DC shirt. For shoes there were a variety of mismatched flip-flops and he found two that didn't show obvious signs of stomach acid.

"Sort of lost my virginity there," he grumbled as he stood up.

"Sort of," purred a voice, and he found Callie the cheetah standing in the shadows nearby. She wore just a yellow polka dot bikini, which he'd heard she had dozens of thanks to being a spokesperson for a "nature friendly" clothing brand. Nature friendly meaning it digested as readily as the wearer. There was a market for that sort of thing around here and Callie, besides being ravenously predatory, had also been through the digestive systems of most every animal around here big enough to swallow her.

"I was hoping I'd be your first pred," she purred, looking downcast. "But I know you prefer guys."

"I didn't want anyone to be my first pred!"

"I know," Callie purred. "Jeff feels bad about it. Want to see him?"

"Yes," Terry snapped. He cinched the waist tie on the too-large shorts. "I asked him not to, he ate me anyway!"

"Dear," Callie purred. "Tell me what happened."

He followed her into the shadows of the pier and explained how he'd ended up on a short trip through a sea lion.

"Oooh," she purred. "I bet I know what happened. Usually it's me in his mouth and I can swallow his cock. Anyone else doesn't go in past the armpits. He got excited and ramrodded you into his throat. And you know the rules..."

"'If your face is in someone's throat it's probably too late to say no'," Terry grumbled. "I trusted him."

They emerged into a familiar clear space among the rocks. The extra-wide pier covered a maze of tide pools, sandy paths and grottos where the naughty stuff happened. This one was just at the tide line and the tide was further up the shore than when the previous Terry disappeared down a sea lion's throat. Jeff sat half submerged in a now partly filled tide pool, his swollen belly protruding from the water like a lumpy moon.

"Sorry, Terry," the sea lion said. "I should have warned you that wasn't safe. Most people who want to be in that far want to go the rest of the way too and I got carried away."

"Yes you did," snapped Terry, and from the edge of the pool put his foot against the bulge that used to be him. Previous Terry shifted bonelessly beneath his foot, already softening and long past resisting the push. From somewhere inside Jeff, even after a whole hour, a small belch bubbled up.

"Look," Jeff said reasonably. "I didn't eat you on purpose. I just got carried away, you got in too deep, and then I gagged. Once I swallowed it was too late."

"Rules," Terry grumbled. "So you couldn't throw me back up."

"The rules are there for good reason," Callie purred. "We helped write them."

"Right," Terry said. "No more of that game. I can suck dicks just fine from outside a mouth."

"That's safest," Callie purred. "There are a lot of things to do here. Not everyone does all of them, and that's fine."

Some of Terry's irritation at Jeff splashed onto her. "Says the cheetah who fucks men, woman, and animals, eats and its eaten, and would swallow me the second you had an excuse."

"Yes I would," purred Callie, not at all taken aback. "But you don't want it, which is why I haven't. It's supposed to be all consensual here, even most of the animals play by the rules. That's why you only just got eaten, though a hundred different animals and half-animals would happily have had you as a meal long since."

"You made a mistake," Jeff said, breaking his silence. "And so did I. We can play that game again, and I promise I'll be more careful. No farther than the armpits."

"No," Terry said. "It was fun, but look what happened. You're the safest person to be with on the beach and I still got eaten."

"Sorry," Jeff repeated. He gripped his swollen belly with a splayed fin-hand and a sloshing noise something like a washing machine's rinse cycle gurgled up through the flesh. From what he'd heard the sea lion would need a whole day to digest and pass what used to be him but it sounds like things were well underway.

Callie leaned in and Terry jumped as a raspy tongue caressed his shoulder. "Hey!" He held up a finger. "I don't want your muzzle anywhere near me. Not near my face, not near my feet."

"What about near your cock," she purred.

"You know I prefer men."

"If there's a set of lips wrapped around your cock, and you don't look, could you tell if it was a man or a woman?"

That was exactly the same thought he'd had when he realized the beach ferals, and for that matter the anthros, didn't care who sucked their dicks. They just liked them sucked. And her tongue did have an interesting raspy texture...

"Maybe just this once," Terry said as Jeff clambered up out of the tide pool. The sea lion shucked off his shorts as he stood and the long ridge of his buried sheath extended up the lower curve of a used-to-be-Terry bulge.

That is how Terry lost his Friendly Beach virginity, or another portion of it. On his knees with a sea lion's cock in his mouth, straddling a cheetah's face with his cock in hers. Terry swallowed sea lion cum, Callie swallowed his, Old Terry got a short peaceful trip through Jeff's bowels, and no one involved ever mentioned the day's misadventures again.