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PIER CLOSED TODAY FOR MAINTENANCE, the sign by the parking lot said. The van drove right past it. A beach patrolman spotted the LA ZOO placard on the side and undid the chain blocking a maintenance road next to the pier. On this side of the pier and partly underneath it were two locked sheds, both with their doors open. One looked to be a tool shed and the other obviously housed the ATVs the beach patrol used.

Past that and just above the high tide line the road ended and with some difficulty the van driver managed to turn it around and point the back end of the van toward the ocean.

The driver and his co-pilot climbed out of the van and looked around. A few people were walking the beach with metal detectors and volunteers in orange vests were collecting trash. Two beach patrolmen in a dune buggy were supervising and workers were bolting steel braces to a deteriorated piling supporting the pier.

The beach patrolman who opened the gate appeared from up the road. "You're the guys with the anteater, right?"

The driver looked around nervously. "Yeah. How many people know about this?"

The other zoo man was reading the long list of guidelines on a sign nearby. "Damn. 'You can buy digestible clothing on the pier. Think of the poor animal and what will happen to your shoes before you stick your head in anyone's mouth'."

"Yep," the patrolman said. "This is that beach." He answered the driver's question a bit belatedly. "Only a few. Me, my supervisor and a couple of volunteers. We spread the rumor that you're here to film for a presentation for the zoo. Lots of wildlife to film here."

He shot a look at the van. "Even if they knew, they wouldn't care. People get eaten here all the time. But you wanted it quiet, so we made up a cover story."

"Yeah," said the driver. He looked around to make sure no one else was in earshot. "We wouldn't believe he could eat people if he hadn't done it. No one else is going to believe us either if we don't have footage."

"You could have just fed him a pig," the beach patrolman said reasonably. Then he smiled. "But don't worry, you'll get your film."

The second zoo man opened the back doors of the van and revealed what looked like a huge pet carrier. Through the screen at the end dark eyes atop a long tube snout blinked quizzically at them. The three men carried the cage into the shadows of the pier, where two more people waited.

"Hi," said a chubby blond woman sitting on a rock.

"Hey," purred the cheetah girl sitting on another. Both zoo men stared at her. Anthros were exceedingly rare. Only a few had ever visited the zoo. Most were the product of ancestral mer blood, as the merfolk were well known to fuck anything with a pulse and their nearly magical fertility meant that they could interbreed with practically any species. Offspring from such couplings were rare, they did happen. The resulting hybrids then bred with their own species and so generation later a seemingly normal animal might have children with a human.

"Million to one shot, doc" went the joke, but one in a million is not the same as being impossible and they were looking at the result of a lucky dice roll. There were a couple of other million to one shots who hung out at this beach, they'd heard, but there was no sign of the sea lion lifeguard or the otter.

"Oh, he's a cutie," said the blond, spying a nose and a set of bright eyes through the screen at the end of the cage. Rudy stared back with what in any other anteater would be nervous confusion. The two zoo men suspected, correctly, that in his case it was thinly disguised hunger.

"Look at that schnoz," the cheetah giggled. She poked a finger through the mesh and it was promptly wrapped up in a sticky tongue and sucked into the anteater's mouth. Or at least it tried. Between the mesh and the muzzle on its snout it couldn't make any progress and soon let go.

"Seems pretty hungry," the cheetah purred. She wiped her sticky finger on her fur. "I'm Callie, by the way."

"No names, please," the van driver said. "I know this is all legal here but I'd rather not be known as the zoo guy who brought an anteater to the beach so it could eat someone."

"Okay," the blond woman said. "Callie's boyfriend has the cameras set up. Just a little way further under the pier, there is an open space in the rocks."

"Cameras? We brought out own," the driver's companion said. He gestured at the satchels he and the driver both carried.

"We can do better than that," the cheetah purred, and showing a surprising turn of strength for such a slender creature she helped the three men carry the cage full of anteater.

"Hey dudes," drawled a laid-back surfer dude of a man. This beach bum turned out to be an otter. Long of body and short of legs the semi-feral anthro was examined just as eagerly by the zoo men as they had examined Callie. He wore only a pair of blue shorts, while the cheetah and the blond were in bikini top and bottom.

The zoo men discovered no less than four cameras mounted on tripods and large LED light stands, too. A heavily insulated extension cord led over the rocks up toward the boardwalk. The otter turned on one set of lights after another including one dangling from the pier overhead. The whole thing looked like an amateur porn shoot. There was a reason for that.

"We make a ton of money with this setup," the otter drawled. "Lots of friendly animals to play with, and some people will pay to see someone get eaten too. Being the only beach around where someone can have their clothed burped back up and still be fine an hour later lets us film all sorts of stuff, man."

The driver went rigid with alarm but Callie interrupted before he could speak. "Don't worry. We'll keep a copy of the file but I promise you it won't end up online. It'll just be for our personal movie nights." She smiled a whiskery smile.

"We want the only copy," the driver's assistant said.

Callie shook her head firmly. "Unless you have your own volunteers to be anteater chow, this is how it's going to be," she purred.

There was a brief discussion between the zoo men but there was nothing to be done. There was literally nowhere else on the planet, as far as was known, where they could feed someone to Rudy without it being murder.

They could try to go through the beach patrol but then a lot more people would know about it. They had plenty of data on Rudy digesting people but Callie's little clique was their best bet to get footage of an actual feeding.

Reluctantly they agreed and unlocked the door to the carrier.

Rudy shuffled out, as awkward looking and ridiculous as ever. He walked on his knuckles on thick gorilla forearms, his neck was long and slender and attached to a narrow head that seemed just an extension of his snout. A huge brush of a tail trailed after him and his body, both in shape and contrasting colors, looked like it was put together from scraps left over when real animals were made. The long tube snout was the icing on the cake. At the moment it was inside a perforated cloth muzzle one of the maintenance guys at the zoo cobbled together.

It was held in place by a strap that went under his ears and he pawed at it in annoyance. His forepaws were concealed by what amounted to mittens and he didn't enjoy that any more.

"Rudy has very long and very sharp claws," the driver said. "He could kill a man with them if he weren't more interested in swallowing them whole. Just to be safe."

'What is that?" The cheetah pointed at an elastic harness wrapped around the anteater's torso and neck. Distracted by the inconvenience of the muzzle and mittens, the beast ignored it. Fuzzy spheres were attached to it at various points.

"Ultrasound," the driver said. "We want a recording of what is happening on the inside, too. We put them on his snout but he pawed them off."

"Oh, you poor thing," the chubby blond said as she stroked the bristly fur of the anteater's neck. He didn't shy away, just blinked at her quizzically and once more tried to suck her hand into his snout with his tongue. It was sticky and very strong and if it weren't for the muzzle her arm, and soon the rest of her would have disappeared.

"We didn't feed him this morning," the driver's assistant said apologetically. "So he's a bit anxious."

"We'll feed him soon enough," purred Callie, and with one woman on each side of him the anteater was led into the middle of the lights. The otter, who was apparently Callie's boyfriend and who turned out to be named Beachcomber, filmed he initial meeting and now busied himself adjusting the cameras.

"Hey, uh," the driver's assistant said. "We didn't bring him here for that."

Callie had reached under the anteater's belly and was rubbing so far down she could only be massaging his sheath. Rudy jumped a bit, then turned his long face to look at her. A moment later he was arching his back and grinding against her hand. Something pink appeared in front of his shaggy legs.

"Doesn't seem to bother him," the cheetah purred. "Has he ever been with a human?"

"Well, uh, yeah, but -"

"Sharon," Callie purred, and the zoo men could only watch with horror as the chubby blond woman pulled off her bikini bottom and lay on the sand in front of Rudy. She looked over her shoulder as Callie nudged the anteater forward.

Sharon wriggled her butt at Rudy, raising it enough for her pussy to show between her thighs.

"He can't possibly know how to -" the driver's assistant said, and by the time the last word was out of his mouth Rudy was mounting the blond. Thick forelegs stepped forward, shaggy haunches went on either side of her butt. Rudy hooked his long snout down over her shoulder and a sudden arch of his back perfectly coincided with a moan from the blond.

"He seems to have figured it out," Callie purred as Rudy began to hump. "He's not that different than a dog in body shape. It's a lot trickier getting a sea lion or seal to figure things out. Dogs are easy."

"We didn't bring him here to do a porn shoot," the driver said. He couldn't bring himself to look any more. The blond was flat on the sand and fingering her breasts as Rudy's tail rustled between her legs. It was a good thing they'd covered up his claws because his forepaws were wrapped beneath her belly to anchor him as he thrust. The driver glanced back at the action just as the blond managed to shift Rudy's forepaws until his mittened claws gripped her tits.

"Too late to stop now," the cheetah purred with a grin.

All the two could do was wait. The otter kept the lights and cameras adjusted with the cheetah's help as a moaning woman was fucked by an anteater and eventually Rudy's beady eyes went vacant. He thrust faster and faster under his haunches shivered and his long brush of a tail vibrated with lust. With a long whispering groan his thrusting stopped and he lay panting atop the blond, spent.

Sharon, her name was, the driver remembered. Sharon, now the second person in history, most likely, to end up pumped full of anteater semen. The blond managed to roll over under the anteater's oddly proportioned body, still gripped by his forepaws, and reached up for his muzzle.

Rudy blinked quizzically down at her as she undid the buckles and slid the cloth muzzle off his shout. For a moment he just looked at her but as her hand guided his snout toward her face his instincts returned. A long sticky tongue slid out to wrap around her forearm and this time there was no muzzle in a way. A moment later her whole arm was gone and the zoo men watched wide-eyed as his rubbery maw expanded over her face.

The driver's assistant moved forward but the cheetah was suddenly there to stop him. "Don't get in the frame," she hissed. "You'll get all you need from the recording."

Unsure himself whether he wanted to help the blond escape or just get a better look, the assistant looked up just in time to the bulge of a human head move through Rudy's long snout. His rubbery lips were already expanding over her shoulders and he gripped her hips with his forepaws to keep her from fighting back.

Not that she was. The hand that wasn't down his throat was between her thighs and she fingered herself furiously as she was eaten alive. With a long slurp Rudy's snout swelled with the lumpy shape of a half-swallowed woman. He let go of her hips and the pink-purple lash of his tongue wrapped around them, helping ease more of into into his maw.

"Normal anteaters couldn't begin to do this," the driver whispered to the cheetah. He gestured at the pad he was holding, which showed a 3-D view from the wireless ultrasound sensors. "Their snout is all bone and their tongue is sticky, but not that strong. It's for pulling in ants, not whole humans."

"The animals around here are like that too," she whispered back. "I've been swallowed by a sea lion not much bigger than I am and I've eaten men half again my weight. You'd never think to look at me that I could swallow you, but I could."

The driver shot her a startled look and found her licking her chops. Thankfully another long slurping sound drew their attention back to Rudy.

The shape of a woman's hips made their way down Rudy's snout and through the stretched fur they could see the bulge of her hand, still between her thighs. On the pad they saw what should have been a firm, solid ribcage expand easily to let the shadowy shape of a woman's head and shoulders slide into his torso.

Suddenly there was nothing left but a pair of wriggling feet and the driver's assistant stirred uneasily. This time it was the driver who stopped him. Rudy's forelegs were very strong and grabbing her feet at this point might just give the anteater a double meal if he got ahold of the would-be rescuer. He'd never eaten two adult humans in one meal but it was best to be safe.

Too late now to do anything to save the blond even if they wanted. Rudy lifted his long tube mouth, which should by all rights be rigid bone, and swallowed. The double lump of a woman's feet moved down through the snout, bulged out his neck for a moment then was just part of the lumpy swelling in his shaggy middle.

The anteater's long curved snout was back to its normal appearance and you'd never guess to look at him that he could eat anything bigger than a cockroach. Rudy let out a long, high pitched burp and looked rather pleased with himself. The movements in his swollen middle were barely visible.

"Giant anteaters have a gizzard of a belly," the driver said to the cheetah. "It crushes ants and other small creatures. It won't be able to crush her, but he's digested several people. Which should be as impossible as him swallowing someone." He shook his head. "But there she is, just a bulge." He gestured at the pad, where the curled up shape of Sharon was wrapped in a thick layer of flesh. Her hand was still between her thighs, even now.

The big otter gestured with one hand and Callie nodded. "See you later, gentlemen." She stepped forward.

"I don't know if he can manage two adult humans," the driver said. Or two adult human-sized things, anyway.

"We'll find out, dude," said the otter. Callie put her hand on Rudy's rump and pushed. The anteater had just turned to look at her and the driver had the impression he let himself be pushed over. With no sign of alarm he sprawled out on his back and he lifted his head to see past his swollen belly just in time to see the cheetah's tongue rasp over his furry balls.

It was too late to argue about porn shoots and the two zoo men plus the cameraman otter watched as Callie licked Rudy's balls, then his stiffening sheath, then his pink-purple cock as it unsheathed. There was just enough space below his fat middle and in front of his haunches for her to straddle him. For a moment Rudy was fully unsheathed and they, and the cameras, got a good luck. He was bigger than most men and oddly shaped down there, but obviously not too much so, given he'd fucked one woman today and now had a cheetah impaling herself on his cock.

"She's your girlfriend?" The driver's assistant kept his voice low.

"Yeah dude," the otter whispered as he moved a camera to observe the action from behind and below the cheetah. From there it could see the anteater's cock slide in and out of Callie as she moved. Rudy was too swollen to roll atop her but hooked his mittened claws over her thighs and pulled at her as she bounced.

"One boyfriend, lots of lovers," he churred. "Just like me. One girlfriend, lots of lovers. There's sex and then there's love, dude. Sex is just for fun. Love is when you care about someone."

They couldn't argue with that. They could only watch as Callie reached out, grabbed Rudy's snout like a handle and got him to sit up. He let go her thighs and pushed himself upright, legs spread and tail stretched out behind to balance him. His swollen belly sagged and she sank into his lap to stay on his cock lest it push her away.

Rudy's long snout ended up over her shoulder and his forepaws wrapped around her once again, but they thought they knew what would happen next. They were right. Callie reached back and guided Rudy's muzzle around until it touched her face.

"Dude, it wouldn't be hard to teach him not to eat his lovers," Beachcomber said as a lick of sticky tongue wrapped around the cheetah's head and pulled it into Rudy's elastic maw. "He wouldn't have eaten her if she hadn't offered. He was full, he just wanted to fuck."

Yet the anteater learned forward, engulfing the cheetah with his sucking tube-maw even as they fucked. When his nose reached the root of his tail he stopped, unable to swallow her without pulling her off his cock. His snout was stretched over to the elbows but she kept her grip on his furry belly. Between that and her legs hooked over his haunches she kept bouncing, aided by the anteater claws that were once more hooked over her thighs.

The kept at it, the anteater too full to roll atop her and the half swallowed cheetah rocking in his lap, until once more Rudy's movements became tense and urgent. The big muscles in his haunches spasmed and his great brush of a tail twitched once, twice, and third time. With a long sign the anteater relaxed, balls once again emptied into a willing woman.

A moment later he blinked, looked cross-eyed at the spotty butt and twitching tail just past his nose, and sucked. Just that fast the muscular bulge of athletic cheetah rump was moving up his snout and her legs and tail followed, spot by spot.

Another slurp and only her padded paws remained outside. Only now they the zoo men see the polka-dot bikini bottom draped over the anteater's thigh. It looked like she fucked him with the thing still on and his cock sliding up into her from beneath but either she took it off at some point or he'd looked it off her with his claws. There was now a bikini bottom on either side of him like a trophy as he lifted his snout and swallowed. The bulge of feet slipped along his tube mouth, moved through his long neck and was gone.

For a moment a foot of spotty tail hung out but it slipped in bit by bit and soon it too was gone. Rudy swallowed wetly to clear his throat and groaned as his belly swelled lumpy and tight. So full he could barely move, the anteater rolled onto his side and belched.

The otter once more busied himself adjusting cameras, bringing them in close to the swelling, and then put his webby hand on Rudy's gut. Something moved beneath the fur and he chuckled.

"If they could still move in there they'd be making out," he said. "But I think it's too tight. That gizzard thing you talked about.". Sure enough, the zoo men saw the two women nestle together in the anteater's gizzard. The tight squeeze of the thick gut wall stretched over them made it nearly impossible for them to move, but they were trying. The men watched wide-eyed as the shadowy shape of the cheetah's muzzle stretched impossibly wide and engulfed Sharon's head. The human woman was inside one stomach and on her way into another, assuming Callie didn't run out of air before she finished her meal.

Without looking at the pad the otter still knew what was going on. He must be able to tell from the movements under the fur. With a skillful press here and there he helped push the two shapes together and in a surprisingly short time there was just one very fat shape curled up inside the anteater instead of two thinner ones.

"She can never resist trying that," the otter chuckled. "She's real good at it, too."

The otter kneaded the anteater's swollen gut for a while, expertly pushing here and there and provoking several long burps. It had the professional air of someone who knew what would make the animal more comfortable. It also vented out what little air was left and when he turned toward them the small movements beneath Rudy's fur had stopped. Callie didn't live long enough to digest Sharon. Instead they would be digested together, and probably not for the first time if the casual attitude of the otter was any clue.

Beachcomber nodded, checked the cameras one last time and turned to the zoo men.

"Okay, dudes," he churred. "All the footage you need, I bet." He popped a memory stick out of the central hub for the cameras and handed it over. "Let me know if you have any problems with the recording. I can do a bit of cleanup or edit it any way you want. Oh yeah, it'd be great if you got me a copy of the untrasounds too. We got some films from swallowed cameras but no X-Ray stuff like that."

Rudy was snoring, his gut making small gurgling noises as it began to process as least his own weight in food. Sometime tomorrow he'd cough up a neat football shape of cheetah fur with a couple of bikini bottoms mixed in. Or, maybe the small clothing items would end up in his poop. His gizzard was very good at wadding up indigestibles for regurgitation but they'd had a sock go all the way through.

The driver sat on a mussel-covered rock as the beach patrol man reappeared to help them heft the now much heavier anteater and carrier back into the truck. The otter waved the man off as he saw the zoo men wanted to talk. "I'll call you when we need you, dude."

The otter, too, sat, though he selected a bare rock. The driver was already regretting his seating arrangement and did the same.

"You got a question, dude? You got an hour, we can talk to these two." He gestured at the grotesque bulge in Rudy's middle.

The driver's assistant spoke up first. "You said they'd make out inside Rudy if they could."

"Oh sure, man. It's a thing around here. Find a big pred, get both of you swallowed, make out until you run out of air. Some preds around here have long stomachs, we call them sleeping bag preds. A couple can go in there and fuck. Or one person gets swallowed and wanks or schlicks until they pass out. You get your fun, the pred gets a meal. It's good for everybody."

The big otter ran a webby hand over the loose golden pelt of his belly. "I wouldn't get half the meals I do, or half the sex, if people didn't get off on it. Couple times a week I swallow someone feet first as they suck me off. There's a bunch of games you can play, like "Swallow me or I swallow you." Some people just want to go in a ways and then come back up while they think 'Maybe he's going to swallow me anyway'. Turns them on like crazy. Me, I just like the sex. I'll spit them back up, if they want me to. If they don't I get lunch with the sex, if they do I can always catch fish."

Both of them looked at the otter, six and a half feet tall and probably as heavy as both of them put together. After what they'd just seen the anteater do they had no doubt he had eaten both of the women inside Rudy at some point.

"Could you swallow these two together?" The assistant waved at the lumpy bulge in sleeping Rudy.

"Can and have, dude. Callie's done that inside me," he gestured at the swollen cheetah inside the equally swollen Rudy. "I swallow air so she has time to play. But I can't do it if I got to teach surfing the next day. Takes a while to run two whole women through my guts. One woman I can do overnight."

The driver hesitated. "Could Callie really swallow me?"

"Oh sure dude. You saw! She eats women and men too, and sure, she could get you down. She'd like to eat me but we're not sure I'd come back. And I'm maybe too big for her. Wouldn't want her to hurt herself, man."

At any other beach on Earth, getting eaten put an emphatic period at the end of your story. Here, it was eerily casual. If the otter was sure he'd come back to life and that eating him wouldn't hurt her, the cheetah would already have burped otter-flavored burps.

With Rudy sleeping off his meal and Beachcomber in no hurry to be anywhere, they sat and chatted about this very strange beach until first Sharon and then Callie showed up from the beach. Weirdly, they both wore bikini tops and bottoms matching the ones they'd had on earlier, though the former bottoms were on the sand near the anteater and the tops were on their way through his digestive tract.

"We keep lockers full of them," the cheetah purred at the unspoken question. "They're digestible. Most of the time we don't get any part of it back." She picked up the two bottoms from near the sleeping anteater and threw the one without polka dots to Sharon.

"You know we have translators for most of the local wildlife," the cheetah purred. "They work because most of them are smarter than they should be. There are still plenty of dumb ones who come here to fuck people, though. Word gets around."

She pointed a claw at Rudy. "He isn't smart enough to translate, probably. But he's smart to enough to train. You bring him here once a month and I'll teach him to only eat people who want to be eaten."

"By teaching him to fuck people," the driver said.

"Too late," Callie purred. "He has already learned to do that. He only went after Sharon because he was hungry and he wouldn't have eaten me at all if I hadn't led him on. You keep him fed and train him, the first thing on his mind won't be eating people."

The zoo men thought about that. It would be awkward if the news crew who showed up after someone jumped into Rudy's pen heard "She's fine, just got a bit of anteater semen on her." That was still a lot less awkward than having to tell them "You are just in time for the burp." Sooner or later someone would end up in his pen again and they couldn't cover up every incident, Better a horny anteater than a hungry one.

"Dude, you let her train him right, he won't hurt people unless you want him to," the otter said. "Like, you got a vandal messing up the place and the cops won't do anything. You tie the guy up, show him to Rudy, problem solved."

They both shot a look at the otter. Beachcomber shrugged. "Just saying. Around here, an animal causes too much trouble, one of the other animals eats him or chases him off. Don't want one asshole to ruin things for everyone."

With some effort they roused Rudy and prodded him toward the carrier. Swollen with his meals, he waddled slowly into the carrier and promptly fell asleep with his brush of a tail covering his eyes.

The anteater was more than twice as heavy as before but Beachcomber turned out to be very strong and hefted the back end of the carrier while the two zoo men slid the thing into the van. They soon had the back rolled back down and other than the four of them and the beach patrolman, no one had seen a thing.

"I'm serious," the cheetah purred as they got ready to leave. "Right now Rudy is halfway between wanting to eat people and wanting to fuck them." She pointed to where a very big and very fat sea lion was draped over a rock. "That guy there. We call him Bob because he's so fat he floats like a cork. If I jump on Bob's lap he'll fuck me and be glad to do it, if I stick my head in his mouth he'll happily eat me. But I could walk ten feet away and he'll just bark at me and hope I am interested. That's why it is a friendly beach. We have rules and people follow them. So do the animals."

She gestured at the back of the truck. "A little training and I bet I can make him as safe to be around as that sea lion. He'll never be a house pet but I can make him a lot safer to be around."

"What do you get out of the deal?"

"I get to fuck an anteater." She grinned a whiskery grin. "I like variety. No one else has that on their scorecard. Almost no one," she nodded to Sharon.

The driver nodded. "All right. I'll talk to the zoo director. Maybe we can set something up."

As he put the truck in gear he looked in the mirror just in time to see the cheetah look in his direction and lick her chops.

She'd seen him flinch when she said she could eat him. Beachcomber probably told her they'd asked if she really could.

He'd be the one bringing Rudy here for his training sessions, if they happened. He'd be around Callie a lot. And he would lay good money that she'd "accidentally" yawn a time or two each visit. Just to see if he'd stick his face in.

Just like that sea lion, she was perfectly safe to be around...as long as he didn't show interest. Every time he came here, he'd be one moment of weakness away from a temporary cheetah-fur coat.

And was he interested? He didn't know. He'd seen her come back from the dead. He knew it worked. If he did weaken, did hear her burp from inside her, there would be no long term consequences. So she had an ulterior motive. Besides getting to fuck Rudy, she could hope he weakened, at least for a moment.

She'd said it herself. She liked variety. In lovers, and, it turned out, in meals.