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"Friendly beach," Dave read. "Adults only."

It was Dave's first visit to one of these beaches. The animals at "friendly" beaches were unusually, well, friendly. As in, "Want to fuck a sea otter? This is the beach for you."

There were a series of signs on the pole. Dave ignored the rest of them and made his way onto the boardwalk. Shacks here sold a variety of unusual goods.

"Condoms," shouted a barker. "Just in case!" He pointed up at the board mounted on his shack. Dave stopped to look.

Jesus. The shockingly graphic sign not only told you what type of condom to put on a male dolphin, but how to put it on. Or on a sea lion. Or on a fucking orca!

"Just in case," the barker said to Dave. "You should get some, man. Don't want that to happen again."

He pointed to the lifeguard stand with its bright red umbrella. Dave blinked as he took it in. That wasn't a guy in a costume. The lifeguard was roughly humanoid, but only roughly. A flipper-like hand was draped over the life preserver hung on the side of the creature's chair and the furry skin and pointed muzzle screamed sea lion. Dave couldn't see all of the creature but it was clearly a half man, half sea lion hybrid.

"Christ. How did that happen?"

"The usual way," the barker grinned. "Sea lion accidentally ate a volleyball player and made friends with the player's girlfriend. Real good friends. I'd sell you a video if there weren't a bunch online already. They say it's a one in a million shot for an animal like that to knock up a woman. Well, Jeff there is that one in a million. And if you don't wear protection, you could end up a father to a half-seal or whatever."

"How does a sea lion 'accidentally'...no, don't tell me." Dave shook his head. He made his way along the boardwalk, glancing at the other products for sale.

No bait. I guess they didn't want to catch one of the animals who came here to fuck people. Several kiosks sold masks that supposedly let you talk to the sea life.

"Yeah, they work," said the vendor." "Ask anybody. Fifty dollars for an hour. Can't talk to everything, some of the critters are plain dumb, but I've talked to sea otters, seals, sea lions, dolphins, orcas. I've talked to sharks but like I said, some animals are dumb. Or just don't want to talk."

At the vendor's left hand was a rack full of what looked like Bingo cards. The man happily showed him. "See, if you fuck a male dolphin it goes in this spot here. Sea otter does oral on you, here. That's a popular one. It's the whiskers."

Dave winced and left before the vendor could expound. There were a lot of spots on some of the cards. A space for your gender and then a list of animals you could check off, male and female, how you fucked them. The cards were laminated and came with their own grease pencils for underwater user. “Came” being the operative word.

He left the boardwalk, passing a beach clothing vendor without looking at his wares. As he passed into shade he looked up.

The lifeguard looked down. The sea lion man had on sunglasses shaped for his feral face. His long body was covered in tan fur and his feet were as flipper-shaped as his hands.

The lifeguard barked out a laugh. "I've seen that look. New here, huh?"

He was wearing a white tank top that said LIFEGOD and dark shorts with red pinstriping. Dave couldn't help but notice a long ridge standing out of the fabric. It was either hanging funny or the life guard...Dave shook his head. He didn't want to speculate on the shape of the sea lion's dick.

"Yeah. It really happens here, huh?"

"It does." The lifeguard scanned the waves for anyone in trouble. "Animals around here are pretty smart. A few got it on with humans and then some guy came up with the masks."

"What about you?"

"Me?" He even sounded like a half-sea-lion, barking the consonants. "I do all right. Shift's over, if I don't have any phone numbers I swim out and fuck a dolphin or two. Pinnipeds are a little harder to talk into it 'cos I could knock them up, way more likely than a human or dolphin. And if some human girl is really nervous about that I just ask for a blowjob."

Dave winced, again. People here had no filter. He walked away from the lifeguard stand into the shadows of the pier.

For some reason a small crowd of people had gathered and here in the shade he saw his first friendly animals. The tide was out and seals and sea lions, plus the occasional fluffy sea otter as big as a man, were draped over various rocks. A dolphin leapt out of the sea a hundred yards away and a masked face broke out of the water right behind it.

He followed the gaze of people in the crowd and found a huge sea lion blending in with the rocks nearby. The sea beasts ranged from human sized and slender to bulky beasts several times his size. This was one of the latter.

Well, he'd come to this beach for a reason. He was curious. He glanced around and saw a masked woman chatting with a sea otter. He could hear both sides of the growling conversion as the mask translated the woman into otter, but not the human language the mask turned the otter talk into.

No one was actually fucking but a man followed a sea lion into the rocks, presumably for some private time. He couldn't tell the sex of the sea lion. They all looked the same to him.

He took it back. The big sea lion nearby chose that moment to roll over and it was definitely male. A stiff ridge like the one in the lifeguard's shorts ended in a fleshy pink tip the size of his fist.

He was the closest to the beast and it grunted, rolling up onto its lower body as though it were sitting up. The rocks propped it up and it was only a few feet away. The movements made its long sheath-ridge stiffen still more and at least a foot of cock slithered out of the slit at the end.

Jesus. The thing was hung like a horse. It blinked inky-dark eyes at him and blew air through its whiskers. It was not a handsome creature. Dave still stepped closer.

Used to people, the friendly sea lion didn't react when he reached out. The skin of its cock was mottled pink and purple and thick veins swelled out of it as Dave touched it.

The sea lion grunted approvingly as he dragged the sheath up and down its cock. No way would this monster fit in his mouth. It was hand job or nothing. Luckily the flesh of its sheath was yielding enough for that to work.

"Hey man," said a bearded beach denizen a few feet away. "Don't cut in line."

"What? What line?" Dave looked up and found the little crowd of people all looking at him. Well, except the woman who was blowing the sea otter. She'd straddled the beast and it was licking her out as she sucked. The brush of its whiskers made her flinch.

"Hey," said a different man nearby. There was a distinct herbal odor coming from this one. "I didn't see you pull a number."

"What -" Dave was interrupted by a graying woman in the crowd.

"At least take your shoes off, young man."

"Fine." Dave let go of the ankle-thick sea lion cock and tugged his sneakers off. "Socks too?"

"Socks are fine," said the woman. She looked up and past Dave and he turned around just as the huge sea lion yawned.

Dave froze in mid-motion, his hands reaching for that fat cock, as the sea lion toppled over toward him. There wasn't time to move before that great toothy maw came down. There was a wet thump and suddenly Dave was wrapped in hot fleshy darkness. The impact forced him to his knees and he felt the sea lion's muzzle hit the ground too, plus its chin. They only managed that because its gaping maw engulfed his entire body on the way down.

With a fleshy slap the huge sea lion flopped flat on the sand and the wet meat around Dave rippled. A fang jabbed into his calf and Dave kicked reflexively. It's taken him this long to grasp what just happened. It simply fell on him, mouth open, and deep throated him as easily as a porn actress takes a cock.

Steaming-wet flesh shifted around Dave as the sea lion lifted its head. Held in place by hundreds of pounds of fat and muscle he could only kick feebly as it gobbled up his feet with one quick toss of its jaws. In a matter of seconds it'd swallowed him up and his eyes went wide in the slimy darkness as he felt the muscles around him tense.

Gulp. It took just one great contraction of its throat muscles to send Dave slithering heavily down its throat. A fleshy sphincter opened over his face and despite a brief, desperate effort to somehow squirm free Dave slid neatly into a long stomach. The big sea lion's body seemed to be mostly gut and he found himself stretched out inside it with thick fat and muscle squeezing in from all sides.

"Hey." Belatedly Dave complained about his sudden unexpected ingestion. "Hey!"

No one could possibly hear him through all that sea lion. He, on the other hand, could hear it fine. It grunted heavily as its meal settled inside it and then rolled over. Wet flesh squelched as it changed position and slimy stomach flesh slithered over him as its pleats unfolded to make room for a meal of an entire human. A deep, relaxed thump of pulse and gurgles and groans from somewhere in its anatomy.

It wasn't just hot and wet in here. He was in the thing's stomach, and already his shorts and socks were sodden with the thing's gastric juices. He was tingling all over as the slow process of digestion started. He was a big, solid chunk of meat. It would take the thing a while to digest him. Unless he got out, though, that was exactly what was going to happen.

Help. Someone would get help. There was a crowd of witnesses a few feet away. Someone would get the lifeguard, who would talk to the beast and get it to cough him up. Maybe someone had a mask besides the otter blowjob lady and they wouldn't need the lifeguard. They couldn't just let it lie here and digest him.

That was when Dave felt something press against the sea lion's swollen middle. A half dozen different spots pressed in against him and he realized what was happening. The beachgoers weren't running for help. They were feeling the bulge in the sea lion's middle.

Dave swore as he realized they were doing more than that. They were rubbing its belly, and that helped spread the acid around. Every inch of his body tingled now and he realized why that lady asked him to take off his shoes.

They knew it would eat him. His shorts and socks would go through a big sea lion easily. He used to own a dog that swallowed and pooped out socks and this thing was bigger than any dog. Shoes on the other hand might cause some discomfort. The crowd hadn't, and didn't, care about his well being at all. They just wanted to see it eat someone. They had done this before, they would do it again, and their chief concern was not to trouble the beast by having a shoe get stuck in its guts.

The beast began to grunt rhythmically, moving its lower body in short sharp thrusts. They weren't just rubbing its belly. One of them, or more probably several of them, were jacking it off. No wonder they'd been cross when he grabbed its dick. He cut in line.

With no knife, not even the cell phone he left in his car, there was no escape. Dave choked on a mouthful of caustic belly slime as he tried to suck in a breath, shuddered, and coughed. There was no escape. He was sea lion food.

As he slowly suffocated in the acid dark Dave felt the sea lion's thrusts grow closer and closer together.

"At least someone is enjoying himself," Dave thought as he died. His last awareness was of the sea lion letting out a long groan as it shuddered and came. The spasm squeezed the stomach in against Dave and the air left his lungs in a rush.

That should have been it for Dave. He confidently expected it would be. But it wasn't.

He opened his eyes and found himself lying on the sand, stark naked. The rocks nearby propped up a lacquered wooden box with CLOTHES stenciled on the side. He l reached in and pulled out a set of shorts two sizes too big for him. Luckily it had a waist cord he was able to pull taut.

He was on the far side of the breakwater from the beach, in a damp sandy nook shaded by some shore brush. The boardwalk was weathered enough to not worry about splinters. This time he noticed the sign on the side of the clothing kiosk.

ENVIRONMENTALLY FRIENDLY BEACHWEAR, it read. GUARANTEED DIGESTIBLE CLOTHING AND SHOES.

"Half off your first purchase," Dave read, and shook his head. Apparently he didn't read far enough down the web page last night. This wasn't just any friendly beach. It was the one where people reformed when killed. Hell, he should have known. The lifeguard was so casual about the volleyball player being eaten. It couldn't be a big deal around here.

He went by the lifeguard's tower. Jeff was just climbing down and a another, rather more human lifeguard waited to climb up. The sea lion man showed sharp teeth in a grin and flashed a card that presumably had some beach bunny's phone number on it. Then he showed two more. The other lifeguard just laughed, but he took the card Jeff offered.

Jeff wasn't much prettier than the sea lion who ate Dave, but he worked on exactly the right beach. Dave didn't know if he was hung like a real sea lion, but apparently a couple of people were about to find out.

The crowd was still there at the big sea lion, with a few new faces and a few old ones missing. Dave saw one of the missing ladies straddling a smaller sea lion in the shadows of the pier.

"Hope you got a condom on him," he said as he went by. She grinned and bounced on a fat sea lion cock.

His shoes were where he left them. When he picked them up the same herbal-scented beach rat complained.

"I was gonna take those," the man grumbled. "Some jerk cut in line and got eaten. That coulda been me in there."

Dave looked at the long bulge of used-to-be-him that stretched the length of the big sea beast's torso. Traces of what must have been a great rope of cum lingered on its furry chest. The gray haired lady's face was pink from a recent wash but her hair was still all stuck together by sea lion goo. Various shirts and shorts in the crowd had new stains too. No one seemed to mind.

"Can you imagine," said the gray haired lady. She didn't recognize him either. To be fair, he'd been there maybe a minute before he was swallowed. These people were clearly regulars.

"Can you imagine," she repeated. "Cutting in line like that. So rude."

"Yeah," Dave said. "Rude."

He wasn't sure how long he'd been dead. Long enough for the sun to move a bit. Not long enough for the shape of his old body to soften where it lay buried under all that fat. Maybe long enough for the sea lion to recharge, though.

"Y'know," he said to the herbal-scented man. "He's pretty big. He might have room for another."

"I dunno," said the gray haired lady. "He usually only eats one person a day."

It only took a little coaxing to get the herbal man to go over there, though. As the man began to rub the protruding tip the sea lion's dark eyes opened. Dave was pretty sure he heard its jaws pop as it began to curl down over itself toward herbal man. The act of folding double around the bulge of used-to-be-Dave forced a long belch out of it and herbal man laughed.

Movement out of the corner of his eye distracted him and Dave saw Jeff the sea lion lifeguard just sitting down amongst the rocks. The hybrid pulled his shorts down and a smaller but still formidable version of the big sea lion's cock slid out of its sheath and right into a dusky-skinned woman's mouth. Jeff didn't waste any time, apparently.

Jeff gave him a thumbs-up with a flipper hand and Dave looked back at the big sea lion just as it yawned. Herbal man grinned and pushed the huge hard-on down against the sea lion's belly so it wouldn't go down its throat with him.

"You see," said the gray haired lady as the sea lion's jaws slid easily over herbal man. "Shoes off, and be considerate. It's just polite, is all."

Dave nodded. There were rules here, even around a predator like the big sea lion. One was to make sure it had a meal before you decided to have your fun. Well, if you wanted to be one on the outside, anyway.