...But you can't hide
By Strega

The job of a nature photographer is a lonely one. Even the best paid ones, who sold to National Geographic or had popular online presences, tended to work alone. There wasn't the money for a support staff. If they were lucky they had a wife or boyfriend or whatnot to travel with them. More often they ended up in some bog or desert by themselves, and even if the animals were harmless there was weather or dangerous humans to worry about. Weather, animals, humans. It was usually one of the three.

Caroline's day started out with the first being the problem. It was baking hot on the savannah and as always she was in shorts and short sleeve shirt, snapping photos of a particularly splendid female giraffe. It knew she was there, seeing past the brush she hid in from its towering elevation, but ignored her.

Caroline pushed her hair back from her eyes and adjusted the camera on its tripod. Her hair was dirty and full of twigs and she was scratched up from pushing through the thorns to her hiding spot. No wonder it was so hard to hold on to a boyfriend.

A giggle was her first warning that something was wrong. She spun around from the camera and found a large hyena, probably a female, had followed the same trail into the brush and was not twenty feet away. She put the slight protection of the tripod between them, hoping it was just curious. It wasn't. Hyena attacks on humans were rare but not unheard-of and this one looked her over with the same sort of unfriendly gaze she gave a steak on her plate. It was hungry, it wasn't picky, and she was after all made of meat.

Caroline cursed as she saw it was directly between her and her backpack. Naturally her pistol was in there. It was heavy on her hip so she stowed it there and now it was useless.  She remembered the anecdote she'd picked up in Alaska while shooting photos there: "If you're going to carry a pistol for bear defense, make sure to file off the front sights. That way it won't hurt as much when the bear shoves it up your ass."  This was the source of that joke. Everyone eventually takes the thing off and stows it and then you don't have it when you need it.

She heard something moving behind her and remembered the giraffe. Inspiration struck and she turned and darted out of the brush, past the towering herbivore to the tree where it was grazing. Giraffes could be dangerous to humans but often ignored them, but they don't ignore hyenas. The thing didn't even seem to notice her as climbed the tree as rapidly as she could.

There was a disappointed cackle as she got up out of reach, but she kept climbing just in case. Soon she was up so high she was at the level of the giraffe's horns, eighteen feet up. There was no way the hyena could reach her and it was finally safe to look down.

The spotted predator was down below, keeping a wary distance from the equally spotty giraffe.  Caroline knew it was a mistake to anthropomorphize animals but as the hyena looked up she saw disappointment writ large across its face. It had very much wanted a taste of human.

"No food for you!" Caroline twisted a fist-sized seed pod off the tree and winged it at the hyena. The first one just missed, the second smacked it right in the face. The third one skipped off the hyena's shaggy back and it growled, edging closer to the tree even though she was well out of reach.

That was its mistake. Approaching the tree meant approaching the giraffe and it had not forgotten the predator. A long leg lashed out and the hyena sprawled, clipped by a cloven hoof and stunned or killed.

"Hah! Good on you." The giraffe swiveled its head and regarded her curiously, and Caroline remembered the seed pods. She twisted one free and offered it to the creature. Years of photographing African meant it was no surprise when a long purple tongue slithered out of its mouth and wrapped around the pod, sucking it back into the giraffe's mouth. It munched briefly and swallowed, sending the pod on a long trip down its spotty neck to the belly far below.

"Wish I had my camera," Caroline said. The giraffe pulled back to look at her, and she leaned out with another seed pod in her hand. The giraffe eagerly opened its mouth, standing up on its hind legs to reach higher...and with a single long motion swallowed her arm to the shoulder.

"Hey!" Slimy gullet slithered over her hand, still gripping the pod, and she felt the tongue wrap across her back and pull. The giraffe tugged, Caroline lost her balance on the branch, and as she toppled forward the beast's suddenly wide-open maw was waiting. It was just below her level and she slipped and fell her head followed her extended arm right down the giraffe's throat.

Caroline panicked as her legs slipped off the branch. She was twenty feet up and waist deep in the gullet of a herbivore. She kicked, trying to squirm free, but the beast's neck was almost vertical and gravity sent her sliding easily deeper. A long bulge formed in spotted giraffe neck as it tossed its nose upward, gathering in her hips. Its throat was a slimy chute with nothing to grab, no way to stop herself from sliding even deeper.

This was impossible! There was no way its jaws should stretch this wide, but it swallowed her hips with no difficulty. There was nothing left outside but a kicking set of legs and the giraffe tilted its head up. A huge gulp gripped her body like a great soft fist, easing her deeper, and the only thing that arrested her progress for even a moment was her shorts catching on its back teeth. An undulation of its long tongue soon fixed that, peeling her wet shorts loose from her hips, and Caroline left them behind as the giraffe swallowed once again.

"No!" She kicked and squirmed, but there was no way out. No way but the sucking wetness of giraffe throat she slid into as it easily ingested her legs. For a moment her descent slowed and she felt its tongue working. She felt her wet shorts pushed out of its mouth to fall twenty feet to the ground, and then its strong tongue pulled her shoes off as well. She was naked from the waist down as the beast closed its blunt teeth around her feet and swallowed.

"Nooo...!" But there was no way to resist, no way to stop her slide. Gravity alone was enough to send her sliding down its gullet and a great contraction of its swallowing muscles only sped her descent. She felt the squirming bulge that was her make its way down the long, long neck, like a fruit swallowed down the narrow neck of an ostrich. There was no escape and after a long wet slide she felt a new tightness as she pushed into the ribcage...and into the waiting stomach.

The giraffe grunted and shifted its forelegs, trying to make more room for her to squeeze past, then relaxed as a fleshy valve expanded over Caroline's forehead. A last gulp sent her sliding into its stomach and she kicked futilely as the valve sealed shut behind her. The impossible had happened. A giraffe had swallowed her whole.

Caroline gasped in the foul-smelling air of its gut and jabbed her elbow into the fleshy wall, but the giraffe ignored it. It was moving, doing something. She felt it lower its head, a complicated mechanical operation that communicated itself through its entire body, then felt it lift again. The giraffe strained to lift something, got its neck back vertical, then...tossed its head?

There was a slithering sound from above and Caroline suddenly realized what was happening. Flesh creaked and groaned as a second meal was swallowed and suddenly a cold wet nose  pushed against her back. The giraffe shifted its forelegs wider, tossed its head a last time, and swallowed as a whole hyena joined her in its stomach.

Roomy as the first chamber of a giraffe's complex gut is, it was a tight fit. The hyena's muzzle pushed over Caroline's shoulder next to her face and she ended up with its draped over her back, spooned up tight against her. She'd thought was dead from the kick, or at least badly stunned. To her surprise it giggled and wrapped its forepaws around her from behind.  The chewed-up seed pods and other mush didn't distract it at all. It was only interested in her.

They were squeezed tightly together but it was moving, shifting its wet fur against her back. Its haunches spread to let her butt rest against its belly. She'd been wrong. A female hyena looks just like a male, genitals and all, but only a male would quite deliberately position itself to mount her. Her eyes went wide as the hyena slid its cock, as wet as everything else in here, easily into her and began to thrust. It was bigger than the men she'd been with, but not enough to be painful, and a hyena cock slicked down with giraffe saliva slid easily in and out as he went to work.

"Hell no!" As though things weren't bad enough! She was in a giraffe's stomach, where the only good news was that the juices dissolving the seed pods weren't doing anything much to her skin, and now a horny hyena was fucking her. They'd probably die together as the air ran out, but she sure wasn't going to let the bastard go out with a bang!

She had no weapon, no multitool with its knife, no phone. All of that was lying with her shorts outside of a weirdly predatory giraffe. All she had were her hands and elbows. She lashed out at the giggling hyena, who was bigger and strong but didn't have hands. For a moment, twisting and kicking, she forced him to dismount, but there was nowhere to go once she did. The slimy giraffe stomach pushed them together as the hyena struggled, as determined to fuck her as she was to stop it. Both were slimy with throat and belly juices and the hyena slipped up against her belly. Clawed paws pulled her close as the beast realized where it was and a giggle emerged from the muzzle pressed up under her chin as the hyena got his cock into her once more.

"Get off me, you horny fucker." Caroline clawed at it - his - back, but the stomach walls didn't let her pull back to swing with any force. The hyena just kept humping and there was no way to get away. Wet fur squashed her breasts flat and claws scratched her back but the real horror was the increasingly excited giggle.  The horrible thing was about to cum in her and she couldn't stop it.

They were going to die in here even if the giraffe couldn't digest them, but the hyena didn't seem to care.  With a triumphant cackle it tensed, shuddering, and spent its filthy seed deep inside her.

"Happy now?!" Caroline managed to slip a hand between them and jammed an elbow into his furry chest. "Will you just die already!"

The hyena merely giggled, shifting his paws so one went behind her neck. The rough pawpads gave it a better grip than her slimy skin and it pulled her close as her hand became trapped once more between the stomach wall and its fur. The horrible thing still wasn't satisfied and braced its rump against the inward-pressing walls as it began to hump again.

"Will you just stop!" He was well hung, but Caroline never in her life considered getting with a dog, much less a hyena. As she struggled to push him away, her knees up against his sides and no barrier between her and the rampant hyena cock, the beast just giggled. He was bigger and stronger than she was and when the paw behind her neck pulled her forward she couldn't stop him from sliding his jaws over her face.

The distended giraffe belly allowed in the faintest pink light and she had a brief glimpse of yellowed fangs and the pink-purple interior of his maw, but then his fangs closed past her ears and it was doubly dark. The hyena tensed, still humping, and with a single gulp pushed Caroline's face down his throat.

She clawed at his back, scratching him even through the fur, but there was no room to fight and bit by bit, despite her effort to stop him, he worked his jaws over her shoulders. Slimy gullet slithered over Caroline's cheeks for the second time and as the hyena's jaws pinned her arms to her sides she finally despaired. Why? What had she done to deserve this? 

The hyena's jaws lurched as it swallowed up her breasts. Its throat had a good strong grip now and another gulp sent her slithering deeper, her face pushing past a tight fleshy obstruction into the stinking belly. The giraffe's stomach was bad enough, stinking of bile and wet vegetation, but here the stink was worse. Caustic slime stung her cheeks and she smelled the residue of previous meals, whatever animals had preceded her down the beast's throat.

It was utterly dark but an instant later she knew the identity of one of those meals. The rough sole of  a shoe pressed against her cheek, slimy and partly digested. She wasn't the first person to end up in here.

She was completely helpless, swallowed to the elbows, and she couldn't stop him from thrusting harder and harder until he shuddered. The hyena let out a half smothered cackle as he filled her once more with spurting cum, and then slowly, either tired or merely sated, he swallowed her down.

There was nothing she could do, no way to save herself. Maybe if she weren't inside one stomach, pressed tight against the hyena, she could squirm loose. He only had her half swallowed and she was a big, reluctant meal. Maybe she could kick him off her if her legs were free.

But they weren't, and there was no room to fight. He managed to slide his paws along the belly walls until they gripped her ass and with a wriggle of its jaws it swallowed her hips. Its spent cock slipped out of her, its deed done twice over, and returned to its furry sheath even as she went into a furry belly. Bit by bit there was less woman and more hyena, its belly swelling as thighs and knees and ankles were devoured, until finally fanged jaws closed around still-kicking feet. The hyena tensed, swallowed, and it was done.

Down in its slimy innards Caroline squirmed, but she was doubly doomed. Even if she somehow escaped this caustic tomb the giraffe's gut would suffocate her. The darkness pressed in, the acids scoured her skin, and she finally gave up. Squeezed tight by the giraffe's belly the hyena let out a long belch, giggled, and settled down to digest his meal.

She was already dead when the giraffe began to cough and heave. Its stomach revolted against the idea of digesting three hundred pounds of meat and bone and with a massive effort it squeezed the fat hyena up into the throat. The long neck tilted down as though to drink and a vast bulge went back up just as two smaller ones had gone down. Slimy fur returned to the light as the hyena slithered out of the giraffe's jaws. He blinked quizzically, burped,, and then grinned up at the giraffe.

"I keep expecting you to leave me in there," he cackled.  "It's a lot of work getting me down, and my meals."

"Tried that once," grumbled the giraffe.  "You wouldn't believe the upset stomach. I'm not cut out for digesting meat."

"I'm not cut out for shitting out shoes and clothing," giggled the hyena.  "I cough it up, but sometimes it wants to leave the heard way. Thanks for getting her shoes off, and the shorts. Made this much easier." Padded paws pressed in against the bulge of human, not yet softened, and the hyena belched up the air from his meal's lungs. A slow gurgle was building up as his stomach went to work. 

Three women and two men had shared the giraffe's stomach with him. Some had fought harder than others, but in the end the result was the same, a cackle of passion and a burp. He preferred the women, they were easier to overpower, but a hole is a hole.

"You sound like you want to die in there," said the giraffe. "Then who would I go to?"

"Who indeed," giggled the hyena as the giraffe lay down on her belly. When she moved her tail aside her sex was dripping, her lust built up by the internal struggle. A wash of hyena tongue started working on that little problem.

"I felt you cum twice in there," groaned the giraffe. She trembled on the brink of orgasm already. She really liked having something wriggle in her belly. She just didn't like the digestion part. "I hope you have something left for me."

"Always, honey," the hyena said, his voice for once not a chuckle. Mounting her was awkward with a bloated belly, but he knew what he was doing. Turned almost sideways, one hind leg hiked up over her and his belly squeezed against her flank, he entered her and began to thrust. He wasn't as long as a giraffe, but he was as thick, and she was so horny a few inches plus or minus made no difference.

Fucking her would get easier as he digested the women and his belly shrank, but her interest in being boned by a hyena would correspondingly diminish. It was the inner struggle that got her going, and they'd arrived at a pleasant arrangement. 

He got lots and lots of sex, she got earth-shattering orgasms while wrapped around a hyena cock or tongue, and he got the added benefit of meals they worked together to catch. Everyone was happy.

"Well except the humans, and other meals," the hyena considered as his lover shuddered and came. He was well behind the giraffe, though she'd get her helping of hyena semen soon enough. Her first helping of the day, anyway. "But who cares about them?"