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"I look harmless. I'M NOT!" Said one of the signs on the balcony. The two women ignored it, just as they did the other signs.

"I'll keep an eye out for the guard," Jen said. "You set up the rope and wait for me."

Trudy nodded. It was just past midnight and they'd snuck into the zoo without much trouble. Both were halfway through college, young and athletic. Climbing the fence was easy. Earlier, during the zoo's open hours, they'd toured the exhibits. Otherwise, how could they plan which animals they wanted to fuck?

Last week they'd fucked the daylights out of a very big and very willing sea lion at the aquatic park. The week before, they'd fucked under the pier at the beach. Two dolphins, a big male sea otter and a harbor seal all pumped semen into them before they headed back to their cars. All out of sight, in the dark, their little secret. The animals weren't going to tell anyone, so why should they?

This week they wanted something different. A great-maned male lion looked them over during the tour and they knew from certain web pages that Maximilian was called The Friendly Lion for a reason. You could go on one of the zoo's so-called Night Walks and get to meet him in person. They could have visited the cat, but tonight they had their eyes on the giant anteater.

Trudy got the rope out of her backpack and tied to it to the railing. She tied it right behind the trash can so a passing guard would have to look carefully to see it.

She should wait for Jen, but she didn't. Trudy climbed over the head-high railing with the skill of much practice, grabbed the rope and slid down. The dirt floor of the cage met her soles and ten feet away was the anteater. She left her backpack next to the bottom of her rope. All she needed was her, and the anteater.

His name was Rudy, she knew. There were rumors about Rudy within her group of friends. Rudy, the rumors went, had a thing for human women. Someone had taught him the ins and outs of sex with people and if you asked the keepers nicely, just as with Max the lion, maybe you could learn if the rumors were true.

They could have asked, but it was more exciting to sneak in. It was also, it turned out, much, much more dangerous.

The anteater was stretched out on it back with the great brush of its tail stuck out between its legs. He was enormous by giant anteater standards and at least twice her size. What was between his legs was just as oversized. Trudy only had to lean down and the long ridge of Rudy's furry sheath was in her hand.

The anteater stirred sleepily as she pumped, gripping the fur of the sheath and using it to jack him off. It only took a few strokes to make his cock swell and stiffen and the pink tip poked out the end. Just as the rumors had said, he was big, but not too big. Maybe too long, but not too thick, and she could handle length. Trudy pulled up her skirt, ready to straddle his haunches and impale herself.

Rudy stirred in his sleep, his ears swiveling. Dreaming. Well, she'd give him a wet dream. But as she stepped over him with one knee, about to come down on his hard-on pussy first, his rubbery snout twitched. He turned his head and the fleshy mouth at the end reached out and stuck to her face like a suction cup.

"What," she said, and that was the last thing she said. Rudy slurped and wet flesh went sliding past her face on all sides as she was sucked into his tubular maw. With one long slurp his nostrils were above her rump and his rubbery snout maw was stretched around her hips.

His lips forced her arms back against her sides and all she could do was thrash her legs. Her knee missed the furry balls she'd rubbed with her free hand and she'd had to let go of his sheath when he sucked her in. A thick layer of slime lined the inside of his snout and as she slid deeper it stuck her shirt to her body and coated her with a slick layer of lubricating mucus, making it all the easier to swallow her.

"Stop, stop!" Cried Trudy, but her face was a bulge in Rudy's furry neck and no one could hear, not even Rudy. He absent-mindedly pushed her knees away from his groin with his long curved claws and sucked again. Trudy let out a muffled cry of terror as her hips became a bulge sliding up his tube mouth toward his body.

Rudy never even opened his eyes. It wasn't the first time someone startled him in his sleep, nor the first time it ended very, very badly for them. He lifted his muzzle as Trudy's shoes slipped into his mouth, swallowed, and gradually his tubular snout resumed its normal shape as the bulge of feet moved down into his neck.

Down his gullet went Trudy, who felt the fleshy valve open before her and slid heavily into the anteater's stomach. The walls were so thick and muscular that she was rolled into a helpless ball as fast as she arrived, knees against her breasts and arms pinned to her sides. Almost at once the muscular walls began to squeeze inward, doing their very best to crush her. A belly full of ants would be ground to pulp by the kneading action of Rudy's thick, strong stomach walls.

Trudy was too big to be crushed, but not too big to be squeezed into helpless immobility. The walls rippled and pressed, grinding her face against her knees, and the precious little air swallowed with her was forced out. It was replaced by thick hot juices that trickled in, and this wasn't slippery but harmless slime like the stuff lining his gullet. This stung wherever it touched her. Rudy's stomach couldn't grind her up as it would a belly full of ants. It would have to settle for digesting her.

In the gurgling darkness Trudy tried to scream. There was no one there to hear her.

Just about then Jen slid down the rope, having assured herself that the guard was taking his break in the zoo office building. Her feet hit the sand and there was Trudy's backpack, but no Trudy. Just a fat anteater dozing away.

"Must have been feeding day today," she muttered. Rudy's fur was of several colors with black, gray and brown areas breaking up his outline. His gray belly fur was almost the same color as the dirt floor of his pen and in the little light available it was hard to judge the size of the bulge. He was definitely fatter than when she saw him earlier today.

She looked around for Trudy, but there was no sign. Jen shrugged. The anteater had thick strong forelegs and huge sharp claws longer than a man's fingers, plus the zoo had more security guards than the water park. Maybe her friend chickened out and left or was lurking in the shadows, waiting for her to go first.

Jen smiled. There was one bit of good news. The sleeping anteater's cock was unsheathed, leaning to the side against its thigh. It was as thick and long as she'd heard. Rudy must be dreaming. Well, she'd make sure the dream had a happy ending. She stepped over his haunches, directed his tip upward with her fingers and sat on his cock.

This time Rudy's eyes popped open. The first thing he saw was a woman straddling his haunches and though the bulge of swallowed prey blocked his view of her sex, he knew what was happening down there. She bounced and his cock slid in and out of a warm, wet tightness.

The last time this happened, he reacted badly. That woman also crept up on him as he slept, and though he enjoyed fucking her, she still ended up in his stomach. But as he lay there digesting her, a female zoo attendant appeared, and her did not eat, even though she wanted much the same thing as the one in his stomach.

It was simply safest to approach him when he was full. With Trudy struggling feebly in his stomach the edge was off his appetite and he reached below the bulge and hooked has claws over Jen's thighs. Luckily, her skirt protected her from his sharp claws.

"Like that, do you? Well, good," said Jen, and bounced faster. Rudy thrust up into her as best he could, too fat to roll over and mount her.

This was why she snuck into zoos, into water parks, into closed beaches. You can't control the fetishes you end up with and Trudy and Jen liked to fuck wild animals.

Impaled on an anteater's cock and getting closer to orgasm with each bounce, Jen gripped his fat belly to balance herself. The anteater's swollen middle was weirdly firm and round, with an irregular shape. Jen was too busy to pay much attention to that, until it moved under her fingers.

"Uh?" Jen blinked, looking at the contours of the belly beneath her hands. She was used to the dim light and was trying to figure out what she was looking at when Rudy's tube snout twitched. The pressure of her hands on his middle forced out a the last bubble of air and the anteater let out a long, high pitched belch. Something flew out of Rudy's tube mouth and Jen reflexively caught it as it arced back down. She was holding Trudy's slimy cell phone in her hand.

"Oh!" The fur moved beneath her hands as Trudy struggled in her doomed last moments. She knew where her friend disappeared to, now. Trudy was the bulge her hands rested on.

Horrified, Jen stood up on her knees to dismount. Or tried to. Just as she sank her fingers into his Trudy-filled belly fur to help lift herself off his cock, Rudy's great brush of a tail thumped against the dirt and his haunches bucked beneath her. He pulled her down with his claws and thrust up into her.

Maybe it was the fear. Maybe it was fucking so close to her friend's horrifying demise. All Jen knew was that as Rudy filled her with spurting anteater cum, she had the greatest orgasm of her life. She clung to his belly and shivered as she came, barely managing to stay silent, and that only by biting her lip. Rudy spent himself in her, then relaxed with a sigh, his claws sliding off her thighs.

Jen didn't know what to say, and there was no one to say it to. The lumpy bulge of his belly was still now, with Trudy squeezed to death beneath layers of thick belly muscle. Already a warm gurgle rose from beneath the fur as stomach acids flowed in to digest her friend.

Slowly, reluctantly, Jen dismounted. The echoes of orgasm still buzzed through her loins. She knew she should grab Trudy's backpack, climb back up the rope and report what happened. Instead, she found Rudy's thick, heavy cock, flexible now but not yet withdrawn into its sheath, knelt down next to him and began to suck.

"We knew our hobby wasn't safe, after all," she thought, as she did to Rudy's cock what Rudy had done to Trudy. She rubbed his balls with the fingers that weren't dug in between her thighs. It took a while for Rudy's cock to go hard in his mouth after that first orgasm, but with the anteater watching her from behind the bulge of woman she kept at it. Eventually his tail twitched, his hind claws kicked and she discovered what his cum tasted like. "Not like ants," she thought as she swallowed it. "Maybe next time, it'll taste like Trudy."

Rudy snored, his belly full and his balls healthily emptied. Jen sat back with an anteater's cum in her stomach and her best friend in the anteater's. She very much wanted to fuck him again, but for now he was spent. She'd have to come back another time.

She tugged her skirt back into place, shrugged herself into Trudy's backpack and climbed back up the rope. The rope went back into the pack and she left as silently as she'd arrived. More silently, for instead of two people trying to sneak past the guards there was just one, the second being on a short trip through Rudy's bowels. She dropped the phone off a pedestrian bridge into the river and stuffed the backpack into a Goodwill donation drop. The rope she kept. She'd need it again.

With that there was no trace left of Trudy at all save the bulge in the anteater's middle. And Trudy's car, she supposed, but that would be down the street from the zoo.

The next few days she paid special attention to the news and went to the library to browse the Zoo News web site. No mention was made of any incidents, or of any missing persons. Either they didn't know that a woman ended up as Rudy's midnight snack or they kept it to themselves.

She wondered if the anteater might be able to digest clothes, shoes, even Trudy's wallet and credit cards. Heaven knows he shouldn't have been able to swallow her whole, but he had. Who knew how powerful his stomach acids might be? Maybe the only indication the zoo had was an unusual amount of poop. What checks into an anteater must check out, after all.

She waited two weeks, sating her special urges with visits to the beach and even a Night Walk that featured Maximilian spending his seed in her half a dozen times. She walked bow-legged after that, not because of his size but his barbs. After the third fuck she took the docent's advice and put condoms on him, not to lower the already microscopic risk of her birthing a lion-man, but to blunt his thorny cock. It worked, and it even made him last longer. Lions fuck quick but they fuck often, she learned.

Jen did not hear from any of Trudy's friends regarding her disappearance, but that was because she didn't know any. Their little fraternity of animal fuckers maintained careful anonymity. Jen was not her real name, just the one she used when among her animal fucker friends. Trudy was not her friend's name either, not that it mattered any more. Anteater droppings don't need a name.

So it was that two weeks after Trudy's digestive adventure through Rudy's guts, she and a new friend from the forums crept into the zoo. Susan, or so she claimed was her name, was pretty new at all this and let Jen take the lead. That lasted right up until they got to the balcony with the warning signs. Jen tied the rope to the railing and turned to her.

"I'll make sure the guard is busy," she whispered. "You go down and make his acquaintance." She nodded toward the anteater dozing a dozen feet below.

"Are you sure?" Her new friend whispered back. "You did all the work setting this up. You should get to go first."

"Don't worry," Jen whispered. "Rudy doesn't tire out that easily."

Susan smiled and Jen last saw her climbing over the railing to reach the rope. Jen crept off to make sure the guard was elsewhere in his rounds. She'd be back in a few minutes. Maybe things would be different this time and she'd find Susan straddling Rudy in perfect safety.

Or maybe not. Maybe she'd impale herself and once more grip the squirming bulge of swallowed woman as she fucked the anteater. That was why she sent Susan in first. She wanted to the one fucking, not the one in the bulge.

That was what she'd learned about Rudy. He seemed to be perfectly safe to be around, as long as you were the second one into the pen.