Smokey and Rachel

By Strega

"Hi! You must be Ranger Rick. I'm Connie." The plump middle-aged lady smiled from the door of her RV, where she'd appeared as Rick went by on his campground rounds.

"Nice to meet you, Connie." Rick glanced at the campsite tag to make sure today's fee was paid, his whiskers twitching adorably. Maybe he even did it on purpose. By the time he looked up the RV lady was completely won over. Bright blue eyes, dark bandit's mask, cute little clawed hands and a fluffy ringed tail. Weaponized cuteness, Smokey called it. The ranger suit and wide-brimmed hat with the raccoon handprint on the front only made him cuter.

"I'm here by myself trying out my new camper," Connie said. "I have a bottle of wine if you'd like a glass."

"I guess one glass wouldn't violate regulations," Rick said with a smile, and climbed up this steps to join her.

There was a time not long ago that this would have led to a gently rocking RV and a broad smile on Rick's furry face as he continued his campground rounds. This time it got the RV lady eaten. Not due to malice, for Ranger Rick was the nicest cute fuzzy little raccoon man you could hope to meet (other than the occasionally-eating-people part) but because previous events made him cautious when invited into someone's camp.

So instead of showing the very willing lady that raccoon-man and human female genitalia were indeed compatible right there in the RV he invited her back to his cabin and she politely refused. He was in her camper long enough to get a good sniff of the place, though. Rick's nose wasn't as good as Smokey's but it was far better than a man's and one sniff was all he needed.

So it was that Connie stepped out of her RV later than evening only for a huge furry hand to take her firmly by the shoulder.

"What's going on?" She said, but Rick just shook his head as Smokey marched her to the ranger cabin, where they had recently constructed a stout little cell for people just like her. There wasn't much to the ranger station but an office with a counter for greeting tourists, a storeroom, a bathroom and a little back porch which faced the two cabins where Smokey and Rick lived. There was just room in the corner of the storeroom for the little cell and that's where they left her while they searched her RV.

"Well, no cameras," said Rick, who had recently and involuntarily become something of a minor Internet celebrity when footage of him bending a nice little old lady over in her RV showed up on a porn site. The nice little old lady's porn site, in fact. That's why he and Smokey kept their private activities to their cabins these days. "That's the good news."

The bad lay in front of them in the form of half a dozen types of drugs in considerable quantities. Pot they'd overlook, though it was still illegal in the state, and they'd let it slide if they found a few pills. There was a lot of genuinely dangerous stuff here, though. 

"Too much for personal use," growled Smokey, and that was an understatement. There was enough meth alone to supply a street full of junkies for a year and enough of other drugs to OD a hundred or more people. This much stock could only mean the seemingly harmless prisoner was a professional drug dealer, and the last one of those they caught existed now only as some residual fat on Rick's trim body.

"Well, you know what this mean," Rick said sadly, for she'd seemed nice. When you came to this campground and caused trouble, though, it only ended one way. 

"Do you want her?"

Rick hesitated, then shook his head. "That other drug dealer lady was all I could handle. This one's half again as heavy as I am at least, I don't know if I could get my jaws over her."

"They can't all be skinny lemurs," Smokey said with a smile. 

Rick shuddered. "I can live without coughing up another hairball that size. I admit he wasn't too hard to get down. And it was fun slurping up that long tail as it thrashed."

That was the extent of Rick's predatory experience, one lemur-man and one woman. It wasn't often they had a crook small enough for a five foot tall raccoon to swallow. They were on the lookout for another, though. Someone was going to get to wear that raccoon-fur coat one of these days.

Smokey on the other hand was seven feet tall and five times Rick's weight. He's given upwards of thirty people a tour of his digestive system by now, plus a couple of bears and incidental troublesome wildlife. He too was a friendly sort and as popular with the ladies as Rick, but get on his bad side and you ended up in his insides. He was occasionally a bit hasty in his feeding which led to a couple of unfortunate "shoe stuck in intestinal tract" type incidents, but the point remained that he could swallow the drug dealer lady with no real effort. Her trip to the campground was going to end in a belch, it was just a question of who'd do the belching. It looked like Smokey was the only contender and Rick said as much.

"Actually," Smokey growled, "I have an idea about that."

"You're going to eat me, aren't you," said Connie a little later. "One of you is, anyway."

Rick shrugged. "Not me." He neglected to mention that had she been a couple of inches shorter and fifty pounds lighter she would have ended up wrapped in a sleek new coonskin coat. One that was wet and caustic on the inside, admittedly, but still a fine coat indeed.

"Not planning to," rumbled Smokey, who unlocked the cell and fished her out with one thick arm.

"Then what?" Connie said, for he steered her down a path into the woods. Rick watched from the cabin, sighed, and put on his ranger hat to do a circuit of the campground. A ranger has his duties, though it hadn't escaped him how the two college girls camped at space 17 watched him and whispered whenever he went by. Stop by, introduce himself, twitch his whiskers, ask if they wanted to see his cabin...

Meanwhile Connie found herself deeper and deeper in the woods. It was dark and cool and when they passed the signs - WARNING, DANGEROUS WILDLIFE - she pulled up short, only for Smokey to grab her by the collar and keep her moving. She went stiff with terror when a twig cracked and a second bear - on all fours, feral, not upright in ranger outfit like Smokey but equally as large - loomed out of the dark.

As she stood there shivering Smokey nodded. The ranger bear wasn't nonplussed at all. "Good evening, Rachel." After having met two talking animals in one day it wasn't much of a surprise when the bear answered.

"Hello, Smokey," said the bear in a growly contralto, and Connie was somehow sure it was a she-bear. "I haven't met your friend."

"She's not a friend," Smokey growled, and his grip tightened on Connie's collar. "When we were talking last week, you said you wanted to try something, right? Have you had a chance to?"

The she-bear's eyes brightened, and the drug dealer didn't like the sly expression that spread across its muzzled face. "No, I haven't come across a volunteer yet."
"Well, you have one now," growled Smokey, and his furry, padded fingers, each as thick as a man's wrist, clamped tight on Connie's neck. She could only stand paralyzed as the bear turned where she stood, lifted her tail and exposed the pink slit of her sex.

Which suddenly got much closer as Smokey shoved her toward it. "No!" she shrieked, and then with a sickening splat her face sank into hot, slippery folds of bear pussy.

The bear sow let out a vibrating growl as Connie's face squelched deeper and thrust herself back against Smokey's hand, which kept Connie from trying to pull out despite fingers dug desperately into the she-bear's fur. Smokey shoved and the she-bear pushed back against the obstruction of Connie's face and the drug dealer went wide-eyed in horror as the wet folds of bear sex stretched wider. 

Her entire head slipped into the slimy tunnel behind the she-bear's sex and her neck followed after. Smokey shifted his grip to the loose folds of her shirt before his hand got in too deep and kept shoving as the she-bear's pussy, in a series of expansions, stretched wide enough to let her shoulders slip in. Still the she-bear pushed back against her and though the slick folds of vulva stretched tight around Connie's upper body there was no sign of a stop to her inward slide. She was being swallowed not by a mouth, but by the bear's sex, and wet folds of pussy clenched down on her as the she-bear grew aroused. The first tremor of pleasure passed through the wet flesh and Connie let out a muffled squeak of terror as a muscular contraction passed through the surrounding muscle, not pushing her out but instead gripping her upper body and pulling her deeper.

As she kicked and struggled, trapped between two five-hundred-pound bears, things somehow got even worse. With the sucking grip of the she-bear's pussy holding her arms to her sides there was less need for Smokey to grip her, and with a scrape of long claws the ranger bear ripped away her pants. Watching her being swallowed whole by a pussy aroused the male bear and Smokey's powerful hands settled on her hips, holding her as an altogether too thick bear cock forced its way into her own sex.

Connie screamed into the clinging folds of she-bear sex as Smokey spitted her like a roast. Maybe it would have been enjoyable if she were wet and ready and the bear was slow and careful, but his first thrust slammed his hips against her ass and drove as much of his cock as would comfortably fit into her, and rather more besides. Smokey soon fell into a rhythm, pumping his hips against hers over and over, and each slam pushed another inch of her into the carnivorous bear pussy.

Not that the she-bear needed the help. An excited pulse thrummed through the tightly stretched vulva around Connie and every few seconds another contraction sucked her deeper. She was to the waist in bear snatch already and her face popped free into a sweltering chamber that must be the bear's womb. There was no sign of it stopping and even without Smokey's enthusiastic help the she-bear was just too big and strong to resist. Connie slipped deeper, sodden shirt stuck tight to her breasts as she was swallowed alive an inch at a time. She squirmed and kicked but that only seemed to arouse the bears more.

She was stretched like a condom around a too-large cock that pumped in and out as the male bear took advantage of the situation. Connie had heard Smokey was happy to fuck any woman who asked but she'd never heard of him raping anyone. Maybe it was because he only did it in situations like this. No one was going to hear it from her because she was being swallowed alive by a she-bear's pussy, and if she was pushed back out there was sure to be an open maw waiting when her head reappeared.

When she had sunk in to the hips and only Smokey's grip kept her ass from disappearing the male bear dug his powerful fingers into her and set to thrusting harder and faster. With a shuddering growl Connie heard even through the thick body of the she-bear Smokey came, filling her with hot spurting bear cum before reluctantly letting go. The instant he did the she-bear shuddered as well and Connie whimpered as the bear's orgasm clenched the pussy tight around her. Once again the contractions ran in the wrong direction and with a wet slurp her ass was sucked in.

Connie's legs kicked in the cool night air, but only briefly. A long shivering climax ran through the bear sow's body and the tunnel of sex squeezed down, sucking her inward with a series of rolling contractions. With her clothing long since slicked down and soaked by vaginal fluids there was nothing to slow her passage into the bear and first her thighs, then her knees, then her calves were sucked in. She heard the she-bear groan as the pussy closed around her feet and with a last wet gulp Connie was swallowed whole, sweater, jeans, shoes and all.

Squeezed into the she-bear's womb Connie pushed at the slippery walls, but thick bear flesh and muscle pressed in from all sides, forcing her into a tight fetal bundle and making it almost impossible to move. Somewhere behind her the tunnel clenched shut, the little passage that by all rights should let bear cubs out, not entire humans in. Connie searched for that way out, though she knew there'd probably be a fanged bear maw waiting outside, but the slick folds resisted her fingers. It was suffocatingly hot and wet inside the bear and if she didn't get out soon it would all be over.

Connie grunted as the she-bear stretched and squeeeezed, forcing the air out of her womb. Even this far from the she-bear's pussy Connie heard it burp and to her horror she realized that the thick droplets of womb-juice trickling down the walls onto her were clinging to her skin and stinging like acid.

Well, that made sense. Why bother swallowing someone with your pussy if you couldn't digest them in there too? It wasn't natural, but neither was a talking she-bear, a park ranger named Smokey or a five-foot-tall raccoon in a ranger suit.

If I hadn't invited Rick in this wouldn't have happened, Connie thought. Stupid cute raccoon.

Connie was constricted into helplessness by inward-pressing womb and lying in a slowly rising pool of digestive juices. Still she struggled, but there would be no escape. She was going to be bear fat and there wasn't a thing she could do to stop it. Maybe her clothes would survive the acids but if they did eventually reappear from the bear's pussy it would be without her, just a wad of wet cloth spat out minus their now-digested owner. The last thing she felt was a new pressure from above and a rhythmic motion as the two bears, somehow still not satisfied, continued their coupling, now without her in the way. The male bear's weight forced the last of the air out and there was nothing but the dark, the acid, the she-bear's pulse and the squelching sound of bear sex as the slow gurgle of digestion began to consume her. 

"Well," Smokey growled as he watched the bulge in Rachel's abdomen kick and twitch, "I guess that explains why you never had any Little Smokeys after our visits. Or any little Bart's.". That was what he called the huge male bear who roamed the forests near here. Bart didn't talk, but he was three times Smokey's weight and if Smokey got to visit with Rachel or her sister, it was only because Bart was elsewhere.

"It wasn't for lack of trying," Rachel giggled, and rolled over onto her back to show off the bulge. Smokey was more or less humanoid but he was still a bear and he wasn't reluctant at all to service Rachel when she was on heat, or just in the mood.

"If I hadn't seen Patty, and now you, do this I wouldn't have believed it," Smokey growled, and stroked the fur around the she-bear's pussy. It had returned to its usual size and if he hadn't seen it suck in an entire human he'd have thought the bulge in her was from someone swallowed the usual way. "I wonder why you can do it."

"N-no idea," Rachel said, shifting to press herself against the stroking hand. "My mother can't, or else I wouldn't be here. She'd just have digested any seed that ended up in her, the way I and my sister do. And I wasn't sure I could eat a human like that until just now. Even Ellie only found out last month." 

"It just amazes me that it shrinks back down again," growled Smokey. He hadn't missed how she enjoyed his touch and is trailed a claw gently around the lip of her sex, smiling as she shivered. "It looks as tight as it was before you ate her."

He blinked as Rachel reached out a hindpaw and rubbed his furry balls with her padded toes. Her other heel hooked over his hip and urged him closer. "Maybe it is," the she-bear growled. "Why don't you find out."

It didn't take much to make Smokey go stiff again, and he glanced down as he began to unsheathe. "Well, you're going to digest some of my semen anyway. More won't hurt."

The bulge in her abdomen was still twitching as he positioned himself to enter her. Each growled as something like thirteen inches of bear cock slid in. Thick as a coke can, the TV announcer had said after that college girl snapped some pictures of sleeping but very much erect Smokey. He was much too large for most human women and had to be very gentle and very careful. Many times he just used his long, strong tongue and accepted a blowjob or hand job in return. Other times he did fit, but even then only half his length could go in before he hit bottom. Other than the one time a porn actress showed up and took his whole lubed-up length up her ass he never quite fit and always had to be careful. 

He didn't with Rachel. Smokey let out a feral growl as he slammed into her to the balls, and she reached up to paw at him playfully as he began to thrust. She really was tight, her pussy clenched back down after eating a woman whole. Tight and wet and warm and squeezing him. Rachel's pussy was trying, in its mindless way, to swallow him. He was far too big and strong to pull in that way but much more of that and he'd give it something to swallow all right.

"If she were smaller she'd be in Rick's stomach now," Smokey growled. "I'm glad she isn't."

Rachel giggled and pulled him down atop her. One was feral and one not, but they fit together where it counted. His weight squeezed the bulge in her abdomen and somewhere inside her the drug dealer lady kicked her last. "Shut up and give me something more to digest in there," she growled, and nuzzled his neckfur.

And he did. The first load he'd given her she'd get to digest only after her womb worked on Connie for a while. The three he gave her later, two in her pussy and one down her throat, were easier to get at.

When he finally got back to camp, sated and sleepy but feeling a bit guilty that he'd gotten fun out of Rick's work, the scents he picked up walking past the raccoon's cabin soothed his worries. Camp space 17 was missing the two college girls and Smokey knew exactly where they were. Rick might not have gotten a meal or a sexy she-bear to fuck but at least he hadn't spent the night alone.