A Brunch At The Beach (Patreon Exclusive) (Patreon)

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Ah, the beach. Sun, sand, relaxation . . . and plenty of plump, juicy meals just waiting for a predator to eat them up.

Clea came down to the ocean to lie in the heat. That’s what cats to best, after all, and she was happy to have a day off just for herself. After placing her towel and chair down, she lathered herself with sunscreen and leaned back, showing off her swimsuit.

And she certainly caught someone’s eye. The human had arrived at the beach hungry for a meal, and loved a place with lots of options. Once she spotted the cat lying in the sun, her tongue ran over her lips—she knew exactly who to eat. So she waited in the shadows for her prey to move.

And soon enough, Clea did. She started to get hungry, so the cat got up from her spot and wandered over to the bar, a little place called Beer On The Boardwalk. Her predator followed her, and as the cat got her drink and food, the hungry human made she move.

“You look lonely.” 

Clea looked up from her seat at the bar, and turned to the speaker. It was a human, tall with brunette hair and a leather jacket. Luckily, just Clea’s type.

The cat smiled. “I was, until you came along,” she purred, placing a french fry in her mouth. “I’m Clea.”

“Ellie,” the human said. She smirked, her stomach’s growl inaudible under the sounds of the crowd. “Hey, want to get out of this stuffy bar?”

And that’s how they found themselves at Ellie’s hotel, naked and kissing on the bed. Clea was topping, and she smiled down at the human. “You really know how to treat a lady,” she said.

Ellie grinned, and flipped Clea over—now the human was on top, and the cat was pressed against the pillows. “Oh, I think you’ll find I’m quite the good host,” Ellie said. She smiled, and turned her sweet ass toward Clea, wiggling it in the air. Then she sat on Clea’s face.

For a delightful moment, the cat couldn’t breathe as the human’s entire ass rested on her. Then Ellie lifted, and Clea took in the scent of her anus. She planted kisses on the human’s rear, reaching up with her hands and caressing Ellie’s breasts. The human let out a happy, “Ahhhh!” so Clea squeezed harder, letting her thumbs press against Ellie’s nipples. She felt it when the human came, a primal shudder that went down Clea’s arm and made her react as well, orgasming at that moment. For a long time the two sat there, basking in the afterglow. Clea smiled.

“Alright, let me get up now,” she said, trying to playfully push Ellie’s ass out of her face. “Let me—oh!”

Her face was suddenly sucked into Ellie’s puckered rear. Clea let out a surprised yelp—which was muffled, since her entire head was inside the girl’s ass. It was terribly, absolutely dark inside, and Clea wanted out. /Now./

She reached out, feeling around until she found Ellie’s butt, and pushed as hard as she could, saying at the same time, “Think you made a mistake, Ellie; I fell inside you, sorry.” But the ass’s grip held firm, and Clea started to get scared.

“Very funny, Ellie!” she said nervously. “Can you let me—augh!”

The ass took Clea in further, sucking in her neck and shoulders—how the /fuck/ was Ellie able to do this! The cat’s face was pushed from the smooth entrance of the butthole, into the intestines, feeling strange feelers hit her face as the large intestine greeted her. She tried to open her mouth to shout, but there wasn’t enough room—she was truly at Ellie’s mercy.

And Ellie waste no time. Her puckered rear took in Clea’s body like it was a strand of spaghetti, slurping up the cat bit by bit. Clea was pushed further in the tight intestines as more of her was taken in, and she began to travel in long, winding circles. The journey seemed to last forever, as the intestines slowly and carefully moved Clea forward, inch by inch. A few more inches here, a few more there. A curve here, a turn there—

And then, suddenly, she felt a barrier ahead. Another gulp from Ellie’s ass and Clea broke through, gasping for air and breathing in acid. “What the fuck, Ellie?!” the cat screamed.

“You might want to save your breath,” Ellie replied. “You’ll run out of oxygen if you talk too much.”

“Where am I?” Clea demanded, as more of her body emptied into the large space. Then she realized—of course. Where else would she be going from the intestines? “I’m in your STOMACH?!” that cat screeched.

“Calm down,” Ellie said, letting out an annoyed sigh. “You’ll give me indigestion with all that screaming.”

“Good!” Clea shouted, as her arm popped free from the grip of the intestines. She clenched a fist and felt for a wall: once she found it, Clea pounded it as hard as she could, screaming loud as she did so.

“That was sarcastic, Clea,” Ellie said, yawning loudly. “My stomach’s pretty strong, so I won’t be spitting you up anytime soon. Cute pokes you’re doing, though. Kinda feels nice.”

At that, Clea stopped her assault, panting as she caught her breath. As she did, Ellie’s ass pushed her further inside the stomach, which was now grumbling: now her waist and knees plopped inside, and Clea felt her head slam against the stomach wall as more of her entered it. Fuck, it was getting tight in here.

“Oh, you’re done already?” Ellie asked. “Alright then. I guess you’re finished massaging my insides.”

Just as she finished talking, the last of Clea was dumped into her growling belly: her lower legs and feet went into the stomach with a loud /pop!/, and then it was done. All of her was inside Ellie, and it was a tight fit—Clea could barely move, and as she breathed, she could feel her oxygen depleting. All she had wanted was a nice beach vacation. But now she was nothing but food for a hungry human.

And then she faded out.

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Ellie woke up the next morning feeling satisfied. She always loved when someone came to dinner. And now came the best part: letting her meal make its exit.

She walked to her bathroom, removed her pants, and squatted over the toilet. A few seconds later, a large, steaming trail of shit came out of her ass, and was squirted into the toilet bowl, piling up at the bottom. Ellie let out a satisfied sigh as she released, and smiled at the memory of the cat’s--what was her name again?--struggles.

Finally, she was finished. She wiped her ass, and turned around to face the toilet. One flush later, what was left of the cat swirled in the water, and was gone.

Ellie yawned, and walked over to the shower, scratching her now-larger ass. She still had two days in this beachside hotel—what delicious specimen would she find next?

The human couldn’t wait to find out.