FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

The Very Friendly Cheetah now had something of a reputation. It was her own fault, as she was the first to admit. It was just that humans are so darn delicious.

She continued her habit of "visiting" with anyone who was interested. Lions, hyenas, that one big male leopard, hyenas, other male creatures so big only her ability to unhinge her jaws made play possible. And humans, of course. Especially humans.

Female humans she'd happily lick out, putting her raspy tongue carefully to work and males she'd let hump or face fuck her until she swallowed their seed. What she really wanted to swallow was something else, and everyone soon knew it.

She'd climb into a man's lap and impale herself, or into a woman's after she licked the human into orgasm, and turn her tongue loose on their chest, shoulders and face. And then, playfully, she'd slide her fanged jaws carefully around the skull, taking their entire head into her jaws.

At this point nine out of ten would chuckle and push at her, and she'd disgorge their face and go back to the other play. She'd bounce in a man's lap until he came or rub herself against a woman until a touch of a hand put her muzzle back between sweaty thighs. But sooner or later her nose would wander back north and she'd lick a face. By this time they knew she would take their head into her maw and sometimes they'd let her do it.

And then she'd swallow, and as their face slipped down into her gullet they always reacted badly. They'd shove at her and thanks to being almost invariably smaller than they were and due to The Rules, she'd let their face reappear, slick with the saliva that lubricated them for easy swallowing.

Never once did she get her head turned and her maw over their shoulders. Once she did, if she ever got their arms pinned in her jaws, she'd take that as permission. Once they were helpless to stop her, the meeting was going to end in a burp. She knew she could swallow a human now and she wanted badly to do it again.

But they always pushed her away, and with a sigh she let the delicious human face slide from her gullet when what she really wanted to do was laboriously gulp them down and spend the next day enjoying human-flavored belches. It was The Rules.

The fifth or so time she eagerly swallowed a woman's head, hoping they wouldn't protest and the rest would follow it down her throat, her behavior prompted a new addition to the safely briefing. The usual warnings would be recited - don't put your head in a predator's mouth, watch where the elephants and other big creatures set their feet, don't put anything bigger than your penis in the female honey badger's pussy unless you want to be sucked in.

"The animals here are friendly," said the chief overseer would say to the latest crop of tourists and sex explorers, "But despite what you've heard about the camp, they are not tame. A number of them have eaten humans. They will only do this if they think you want it - but once they start, they will generally not stop. Once the offer is made, it can't be withdrawn."

Most of the sex tourists nodded. This was common knowledge now. A few videos had even circulated, including the original one of the very large honey badger whose pussy was unexpectedly carnivorous.

Now came the new bit. He clicked a remote and the familiar image of a smiling cheetah appeared on the screen. "You know her from the pamphlet. We call her The Very Friendly Cheetah and she is. Of all our animals, she's visited with the most humans. Man and woman or animal, she will play with you. But...."

He clicked another slide, and there was the cheetah with an immense bulge in her normally slender middle. "A month or so back a woman came here and fed herself to the cheetah. All quite voluntary, consensual, but the result was the same. She has always liked the taste of humans. Previously she got it through sex, and she still does. But she wants more."

He clicked and a decidedly x-rated picture of the cheetah appeared. She was in a man's lap fully impaled, and her jaws were unhinged around his head.

"If she does this, don't panic. Just push her away. If you hesitate and she swallows your face, and yes, she can swallow a modest sized human in one long gulp, there is still no need to panic. She knows the rules. Push at her, and she will cough you up. Some people find it exciting and encourage her to do it."

He clicked back to the previous slide and it was now horribly obvious that the huge bulge in the spotty cat's middle was a curled-up human. "If you let her keep going, she will take it as permission. She is not large as local predators go and you may be able to struggle loose. Or you may weaken due to lack of air, or her throat will get too good a grip. Then this will happen." He waved at the screen.

"She is not a threat as long as you exercise care. Our elephants could step on you if you don't watch it, and it goes without saying that the lions and other big predators can be deadly dangerous if they choose. They choose not to be dangerous. But if you make them an offer they might take you up on it. This cheetah is simply very forward in letting you know what she wants. Don't fear her, but don't let her take liberties, either. Not unless you want to end up as a bulge."

Not surprisingly, the number of people who wanted a Very Friendly but also Very Hungry Cheetah on their lap went down dramatically, but when no more people became bulges in a spotty middle (assuming you didn't count the man who fed himself to the big male leopard) her popularity gradually returned to normal. She was called the Very Friendly Cheetah for a reason, it was just that she was now one of the better known man-eaters at the Camp, along with Issa the hyena and the big female honey badger.

She sated her desire for human flesh with the taste of cock and semen and pussy and (when she could get it) face, but she always backed off when told (non-verbally, because her prospective meal's voice was muffled at this point) they weren't interested in a trip through a cheetah. Disappointed, but still purring, she'd spit them out and go back to fucking.

Then one night Mdogo the honey badger came looking for her, and not to fuck.

"Sudi wants you," he growled, and the Very Friendly Cheetah gave her latest human lover's cock a final lick and followed the badger. This man hadn't even let her take his head in her jaws. At least he was a good lover, if not the source of good belches.

Sudi was the chief guide at Camp Mwele and pretty much ran the place. He was in fact the one to record Njaa the honey badger when she sucked that first man into her sex. That would-be poacher was as responsible as anyone for the formation of the camp, because once the recording of that and of Sudi fucking the she-badger (and not getting sucked in) leaked people knew the weird and interesting things that went on around here.

Starting a successful new business out of nothing was an admirable accomplishment and the poacher's contribution was noted by a picture of him on the wall. Said picture was a pair of bare feet sticking out of Njaa's pussy, but still.

The Very Friendly Cheetah followed Mdogo as he scuttled along until the reached the camp headquarters. Here she found Sudi seated behind his desk filling out paperwork.

"Ah, cheetah," he said with a smile. Some animal names translated well enough into English or Swahili, some had nicknames given them by the staff. Some were just called by their species. The Very Friendly Cheetah was one of the latter.

"I could use your help with something. You've been very good about restraining your urge to eat people. I appreciate that. Its been good publicity."

The cheetah tilted her head and made an inquisitive chirp. Mdogo the honey badger didn't have to translate it. Why was she here? She'd been around the Camp long enough to understand people, but only a few creatures, like the two honey badgers, could speak in reply.

"Ahh." Sudi smiled. "I think you'll like it. Gentlemen?"

The cheetah watched five people enter the room. Two were in what she recognized as city police uniforms. She'd seen them before when she tried to eat the American woman and failed. They showed up looking for the couple only to find one in Issa the hyena's stomach and the other digesting in Njaa's predatory womb. The cheetah fucked one of the American agents who were with them then, but it wasn't until later she had her first human meal.

They held her attention only for a moment because the other three people were much more interesting. Two were ebony skinned locals and one a lighter hue but with equally dark skin. Not a local, but from somewhere to the East. What she liked about them most of all was that each was nearly naked, wearing only a pair of underwear. The Very Friendly Cheetah licked her chops. Could it be?

The two policemen and Sudi marched the men in and sat them in chairs. Each had hands bound behind his back and ankles chained closely together so they could hardly walk without falling. Mdogo padded up beside her and sat.

"Lucky," he growled in low tones. The humans were talking to each other. "It is what you think. These are poachers and refuse to talk. The good men think that if something horrible happened to one, the others might change their minds."

"Horrible for him," the cheetah purred.

"Good for you," Mdogo growled. "You get first choice. If they don't talk after the first one is gone," he grinned a sharp-fanged grin, "I will fetch someone else. Perhaps none will talk and three bellies will be full tonight. I just wish I were larger." He chuckled.

Mdogo didn't lack ambition. If he did he wouldn't be consort and mate to a female badger ten times his mass. If he thought he had any chance of eating a human whole he'd have tried by now. There was only so far ambition could carry a thirty-pound badger, though.

"This is how it works," one of the police officers said as the Very Friendly Cheetah returned her attention to the humans. "All three of you know the code to unlock this." He held up a phone. "And this has phone numbers, messages and more. Things we need to get to the rest of your poaching ring."

There was a babble of stubborn denial from the three tied-up men. Sudi was watching the Very Friendly Cheetah. She met his gaze and looked at the lighter-skinned man. He was the smallest. She was sure she could manage him.

"Which means," the cop said, "We don't need all of you." He nodded to Sudi. The camp chief, who after all had started all this drama back when he watched a man get sucked into a honey badger's pussy, pushed the light-skinned man out of his chair. He landed with his face right in front of the cheetah and looked up into her grinning face.

Cheetahs are not intimidating animals unless you're a gazelle. Their slender frames and small heads do not inspire fear. This cheetah was about to inspire some, though.

"What the fuck do you want," the man snarled.

The Very Friendly Cheetah just chirped a laugh, right before she showed that she could manage at least one human word.

"Dinner," she said, and she crouched down and fitted her jaws over the man's face.

All three of the prisoners swore. One was more muffled than the other two, for the Very Friendly Cheetah did not hesitate. She swallowed the moment her jaws were in place and a grotesque face leered out of her swollen neckfur as the man's head slid down her throat.

The light skinned man - he was Chinese, not that it mattered to the cheetah - squirmed and kicked, but his neck was already in the cat's jaws and with confidence borne of a previous successful meal she twisted her head until her muzzle went over one shoulder and her fanged lower jaw went over the other. Muscles moved visibly under her stretched fur as she swallowed again, using her forepaws to hold the man still as she simultaneously pushed herself over him to the elbows. The bulge of face slipped down into her body and a weird creaking sound followed as her ribs expanded around the man she was swallowing the whole.

"Isn't that something." Even the cops looked shocked, despite bringing the men here to interrogate, but Sudi was smiling. "Like a spotty python. There's still time to give the code before she finishes. Wait much longer and your friend is cheetah food."

The Very Friendly Cheetah's ears went back at the (hopefully) false implication that she might be robbed of her meal. It didn't stop her from gradually working her way further over her prey. She had him now. With his arms pinned by her jaws, even if he were unbound there was no escape. A man her own size and more would soon be curled up in her stomach.

The taste! She loved the taste of human, and the smell of wet skin as her saliva dripped down the parts not yet swallowed. Neither of the two men in chairs said anything and Sudi stepped forward, taking a set of keys from one of the cops. He knelt and unlocked the handcuffs from her meal.

"There you go, Rafi." He rubbed her ears. "No need for that to end up in your stomach."

Rafi. Short for Rafiki, it meant "Friendly." Not a bad nickname, she considered. The man squirmed in her gullet and she returned her attention to the task at hand. Another laborious gulp and the man's hands were gone, clutching to the last in an effort to save himself. Too late. She had him half swallowed and her throat had too strong a grip to fight. Under the horrified gaze of the two surviving criminals she slowly worked her way over his rump. His face slid into the waiting stomach and at once he began to kick. Partly due to lack of air, no doubt, but mainly because the succulent flavor of man had her stomach churning with acid in anticipation of her meal.

She had digested an entire human once. Now she would again. She began to sit up in preparation for bolting down the legs and suddenly Mdogo darted forward. The little honey badger sank his fangs into the man's ankle, provoking another spasm of kicking, and as one of the cops stepped forward the badger pulled something off of the man.

"Missed this," Mdogo growled, and sat up so the cop could take it from his teeth. Rather gingerly he did. It was a flesh-colored bandage with a wad of paper underneath. The cop unfolded it, nodded, and handed it to the other. The brief glimpse the Very Friendly Cheetah had showed writing and diagrams.

"Last chance to save your friend," Sudi said. The cheetah ignored him, heaving her muzzle up and swallowing with all her might. Her body creaked and groaned as an entire man, lying on his side, slipped deeper into her gullet. With another heave and gulp he was gone to the knees.

"Better hurry," Sudi said, but the men were too busy staring in horror. With a full throat and barely able to breathe, the Very Friendly Cheetah was still purring. Saliva dripped from her lower jaw and her tongue was busy slicking down the man's calves for the last few gulps. All this talk of rescue didn't slow her. She wanted her meal and she was taking it.

"Last chance," Sudi repeated, and one of the men gasped something to the cops. The taller cop hurriedly scribbled on a notepad and with the same sense of hurry The Very Friendly Cheetah lifted her head. The bulge in her neck changed shape as the knees went down her throat and suddenly her mouth was full of feet. Pink toes wriggles in a last show of resistance and she tensed, biting down around them in preparation for swallowing.

"Wait!" cried one of the tied-up men. Sudi just shook his head. Without the cheetah noticing he'd taken the leg cuffs off and handed them to the shorter cop. He'd only just managed it, so swiftly was the Very Friendly Cheetah bolting down her prey.

"Too late," Sudi said, and the Very Friendly Cheetah swallowed. The toes flickered for an instant from the corners of her mouth and were gone, part of a double bulge that slid down her spotty neck into her body. She stretched out her nose and swallowed again and it was done. The already huge swelling in her middle expanded even further as her gullet squeezed the last of the man into his new home. A nice temporary fur coat, yellow and spotted dark, wrapped tightly around him for as long as it took her to digest her prey.

"Good girl." Sudi ruffled the fur on her neck as the Very Friendly Cheetah let out a shockingly loud belch. She coughed and spat out the man's sodden underwear, pulled off by her back teeth or the undulations of her throat muscles. He was as naked as the day he was born, unless you count that new fur coat. It was a coat he would only wear once.

"Zzo good," the Very Friendly Cheetah purred. Her command of human language, while limited, was still a surprise. She burped again and grunted as the man kicked in her belly. No one could take their eyes off the grotesque swelling, like a carving of a curled up man wrapped in fur. He struggled and squirmed, but there would no escape.

Sitting back, she licked her chops and considered the remaining two men. Slowly she licked her chops. "Zzo good," she repeated, and she stepped forward, her swollen belly swaying like a pendulum. Her raspy tongue traced a path damply up the closer man's thigh. "Mmrr?"

"Not yet," said the taller cop, playing along. "Later, if they don't talk."

"Mmm." She hopped her forepaws up onto the man's knees, his calves pressing against the still kicking bulge in her middle. This time the rasp of tongue tasted his nose, then made a circuit of her chops.

"Tazzty," she purred. "Zzee you zzoon." She yawned until her jaws popped back into place. In that moment the man stared into a purple tunnel of gullet that had just engulfed his, if not friend, then co-worker. There was no doubt that the cheetah was telling the truth. She could, and would, swallow him the moment her belly was empty enough. And when she'd digested him, the third man would follow.

Her belly was still twitching as she ambled toward the door. Muffled complaints emerged from beneath the fur as her prey used up the last of his air in desperate calls for aid that would not come. The Very Friendly Cheetah had her meal. She would get to keep it.

"Rafi," growled Mdogo the honey badger. "It is not a bad name."

The cheetah flirted her tail. She belched up more human-flavored air and grinned. "They can call me whatever they like if I get meals like this."

The humans were in rapid-fire conversation. Staring down the throat of the Very Friendly Cheetah after his friend, and the thought that he would soon follow, motivated the one man to talk, and the fear that not joining in would render him dispensable made the other talk as well. The cops had the phone unlocked and were poring over the notes that almost took a trip through a cheetah with their owner. It was just as well. Paper does not make good roughage.

Both animals paused by the door and took in the conversation. The honey badger shot the Very Friendly Cheetah a smug look and she smiled back. Even to them it was plain that the bound men were saying too much. And had seen too much. Wildlife tourism brought in much money and poachers were a threat to that. The local law had little sympathy for the people who engaged in the hunting and trading of rare animals and rarely lifted a finger when a poacher disappeared down a hungry gullet. Especially when they arranged for it to happen.

The poaching ring would be busted. That was good for everyone. The men in distant lands would find legal alternatives to powdered rhino horn to make their dicks hard and the rhinos would hopefully recover from near extinction.

The Very Friendly Cheetah burped, grinned, and nodded to Issa the hyena and Njaa the she-badger, who waited just outside the door. She wasn't surprised to see them. Issa had the good grace to look apologetic, having overheard the conversation earlier.

"It is all right," the cheetah purred. "I didn't expect to get all three of them. I'd need days to make room, and I am not that greedy. And one of them is probably too big for me to manage anyway."

"Good to see you get another meal," growled Njaa. "I know how much you like humans. I am not so picky."

Wasn't that a fact. If the rumors were true many things besides men had disappeared into the she-badger's predatory sex, including two fellow badgers, at least one hyena and a cheetah. Maybe, if the stories were true, even an entire lioness as big as Njaa. All sucked into her pussy and digested. She didn't have to eat that way, but she liked to and could, and so she did.

"Thank you," Rafi purred. "I was lucky to get this one tonight. And if I could eat them the way you do, I would too. Though this way I get to taste them." She licked her chops.

A cop poked his nose through the door and gestured. Issa grinned and followed him into the room, with Njaa at his heels.

"So, sleep it off," Mdogo growled, "Or are you up for some fun?"

"Definitely some fun," Rafi purred. The male ratel was little, but he was a good lover. They headed off to find a private place and celebrate her meal properly.

Behind them, the hyena and she-badger entered the room. There was a brief, panicked outcry from the two remaining poachers, then sudden silence.

*****