Claude pretended to fiddle with his camcorder, apparently trying to figure out some problem with the device. In fact, he was secretly filming some grade-A shots of the sexy ladies there at the beach. The bikini-clad women had no idea they were being filmed, a kangaroo girl in particular who was the current focus of the shifty mouse, was busy casually rubbing lotion down the fur of her arms. When the marsupial female moved her hands down to the insides of her thighs, Claude nearly dropped his spying apparatus.
The mouse raised a finger to push up his thick black-rimmed glasses, his own perspiration helping to slide his lenses down the bridge of his nose. His shot was just too good! The website that he was a registered supplier of will surely pay him well for this! Now if only he could get a closer view on that tigress sunbathing face-down without her top...
Of course, this particular video would be making it into the rodent's personal library as well. Any woman he secretly filmed that could make him pay equal attention to filming as well as to hiding the tightness in his pants deserved a place of honor on his shelf.
Claude's heart skipped a beat when he saw what his present unwitting star began to do. The Australian lady reached behind herself, visibly untying her bra in preparation to assume a similar position (and state of dress) as her feline friend. The eye of the camera zoomed for the big reveal, keying in on the glorious furred breasts, when...
Alicia the Lynx skipped cheerfully in the sand, the five year old cub blissfully unaware that she was ruining a grand paycheck for the geeky-looking mouse over by the picnic tables. Claude's jaw dropped with his incredulity, the mouse mentally unable to accept the loss of the shot he had been waiting for since the pair of adult females had set up their umbrella and laid down their towels.
The slate-toned mouse stared open-mouthed alternatively between his viewfinder and the actual scene, sure enough the camera picking up nothing of the grand disrobing; instead capturing forever the young girl's squealing laughter as her toy dinosaur sailed through the air in her paw. "A kindergartener..." Claude whispered violently under his breath. "A kindergartener..."
Despite her lacking chest size, the young cat girl wore a similar outfit as those of her older counterparts. A jaunty green top with matching bikini bottom hid what society dictated ought to be hidden, but notwithstanding her attire being so similar to Claude's usual subjects, he knew that this case would be useless to him. His particular web address of choice strictly barred those deemed younger than 'of age' from gracing their screens. In other words: the film he had been secreting for nearly half an hour was now useless. The kangaroo was already lying on her fuzzy orange blanket with everything important being covered by it, while the child marched happily along none the wiser.
The camera gave a mute 'boop' at the press of the big red button to kill the capture. The edge of Claude's fist hit the table, the concussion knocking his small bit of equipment right over. The mouse, who was normally prized in his community for his stealth, was now entirely unconcerned of the startled looks he drew from his outburst. "The damn thing's busted," he covered fluidly, falsely explaining his dilemma to those surrounding him at nearby benches.
Claude heaved a sigh of defeat, rising from his seat with resignation in his heart. There was no point in continuing his filming of his subjects du jour. Better to pick up and find other quarry elsewhere.
The mouse carried his hand-held camera to greener pastures, his trained eye already scouring the area for a new vantage. A cluster of trees on the sand's edge seemed to fit the bill. It was more to the far side of the beach and behind a cinder-block building that served to house changing stalls and lockers, but that location had proven gold for the rodent in the past. Luck willing, today he could finally repeat the success of his film "Volleyball Beauties 3". Even thinking about that white rabbit with the scarlet two-piece that inadequately contained her bouncing bustline was enough to make the sneaky little male grin with sinister delight.
Claude collapsed into the grass in a cross-legged sit, his back rested against the bark of a tree. So far the traffic at this isolated corner of the beach was deserted, but if Claude was good for anything, it was his patience and determination to get the best shots. Even now the mouse's thoughts meandered to some of his previous conquests, namely his time spent in the city's subways; the close quarters and crushing crowds allowing him to steal some fabulous up-skirts.
At the very least, the privacy Claude enjoyed now allowed him to ease his vexation over his latest interruption. "That damned little kid..."
The mouse awaited someone, anyone, to come join him in his isolation. He knew it would only be a matter of time before some friends came to play at the volleyball net, or else some other person who valued privacy would come to sun where it was less conspicuous. Hell, Claude would even settle for some bare-chested males to come along. It wasn't his forte, sure, but he could always make a dollar from taping the muscular jock types.
The minutes passed quietly for Claude after his burst of anger and his retreat from the populated areas of the shoreline. His only company now were the pelicans and seagulls, the various birds scraping the coast for any small morsel they could pry from the wet sand.
Purely for the sake of practicing his art, Claude tucked his camera under his arm to film the birds. With no sentient and thoughtful beings to judge his conduct, Claude was able to freely observe his own stealthiness and assess its quality. Maybe hold the camera a little closer to his lap to keep it better hidden, he pondered lackadaisically. Yes, definitely resting it on his leg made his actions more covert.
Consternation suddenly filled the mouse's eyes. Even his new subjects, the mindless birds, were now being chased away by that very same five year old girl. The short-tailed feline gleefully scrambled the myriad flock, bursting through its core to send the birds flying. "Damn that cub," Claude cursed silently, ready to pick himself up once again just in principle.
But the camera's unblinking eye continued to capture the scene, unbiased as to its subject's youth or viability as something salable. The digital information recorded onto the device's hard drive captured in detail every photon of what it saw, saving forever as a series of pixels what would become an unexpected boon for Claude.
When the unnamed lynx girl went sprinting through the flock of birds, there was one solitary creature that refused to be harassed. The pelican, evidently the largest and most dominant of the pack, instead of taking flight simply glared in indignant disapproval of the furred creature disturbing his group.
Alicia's eyes gleamed. When she had raced into the sea of birdies, she had only hoped to be able to reach out her fingers to brush one's feathers as it fled from her grasp. But here the biggest one of all seemed entirely unaffected by her close proximity! Far from flying away, the marvelous creature, so like the ones she had seen in her storybooks, was coming closer! "Hi Mr. birdy," the cat murmured carefully, wary to keep her volume low enough to prevent scaring it away.
Claude couldn't explain why, but something about the seemingly innocuous tableau caught his attention. His imagination played out a scene in his mind too implausible to ever occur by his witness, the sharp idea urging him to keep his camera remained in focus on the young lynx and her new friend.
Time slowed for Claude. The unbelievable was actually about to happen. Before his eyes and the eye of his camera the overly large pelican spread open its great beak, turning its head and diving to snatch up its prey. The lynx girl made a squeak of surprise, but that high-pitched noised was stunted off as she was bodily scooped up by the avian's expansive beak.
In the flash of a second the cub girl vanished from the sand, her entire body falling into the snare of the bird's oversized mouth. Claude's own mouth parted open in surprise, but his well-practiced hands kept his camera held steady recording it all. Even now the gadget was capturing the cub's bulge struggling violently in the beak's elastic pouch.
Claude (careful to keep his subjects in frame) scanned around with his non-mechanical eyes to see if anyone else had seen the incredible event. Surely if one had, they would be rushing to the girl's rescue. But no one was coming. No, they were too hidden behind the changing building. The rest of the innocent beach goers had no idea. He, he realized with a jolt of chill blood down his spine, was the only one in the world who knew what was transpiring.
The mouse decided his course of action would be to do nothing but keep filming.
The lynx struggled rebelliously, her bulges appearing and sinking away in the supple yellow flesh of the pelican's huge beak. The bird itself seemed almost unaffected, ostensibly used to such treatment by the tenants of its big mouth. Far from acting as if what it was doing was something incredible and unusual, the bird was attempting to toss the girl toward the hole of its throat as if she were any other bit of common food. 'It can't happen,' Claude thought silently, not wanting to taint his video with his audible voice. 'It just can't.'
The mouse's ears picked up the faint calls of the girl, her panicked yells muffled heavily by both the bird's beak that entirely surrounded her, and the lapping waves crashing to the shore. But for as much as she cried, Claude could tell that no one else so far away would be able to hear. Unless some random individual finally decided to show up to play volleyball, there would be no one around aside from Claude, the girl, and the bird.
Already Claude's calculating mind was racing, contemplating to what site he could make the most money selling his video to. He had never dabbled into this kind of thing before, but the mouse knew his audience well enough to know their diverse fetishes. More than once he was personally requested (by some sicko) for something similar to what he has stumbled upon now. The demand was there, he knew from recalling prices of videos he had seen listed before. Even when the bird would inevitably give up on trying to swallow the girl (for it surely would) the resulting video would still be worth enough for Claude to take a full year's vacation. Maybe spend some time in Japan. There was always a high desire among his clientele for asian girls...
A determined toss of the pelican's head snapped the male's attention back to the present. The bird was really going for it! The tip of the beak pointed skyward, the bulge that filled the beak rolling under gravity to its low end. For a moment it appeared the bird was going to snatch a surprise victory over his meal, the lynx's bulge beginning to swell out the predator's feathered throat.
But as the rational part of Claude's brain had predicted, the pelican soon gave up on its attempt. As the saying went, 'a pelican's eyes were bigger than its stomach'. The girl was simply too big to swallow.
The bird parted its beak slightly, jostling its capture to better position it to be devoured whole. In that brief moment the dull tan fur of the lynx became visible again, the girl's moistened face flashing into view. Claude's first thought was how lucky he was to get such a good shot. Surely that glimpse of the cat girl inside the mostly-closed maw would please the online vorephiles. Claude could even use that still for a teaser thumbnail... Only after the beak snapped shut again did the mouse realize that the girl had been able to release a loud scream from her avian prison.
Claude tensed, his muscles going rigid with the chilled blood that flowed through them. For a moment the mouse had to worry that someone would hear; would come. And here he was, watching the scene of the girl's attacker while doing nothing to help her. If he was caught now... The risk of being caught filming a woman without her knowledge or consent suddenly seemed downright trivial when compared to the aspect of being discovered filming an underage girl being eaten alive by a wild animal.
The gray-furred rodent made an effort to cover his camera while disguising himself as being sound asleep, slumped over in his seat. Claude counted the heartbeats that thumped in his throat, but even after the count of twenty there was no one coming to the girl's rescue. Not even a wandering soul come to investigate the unmuffled scream. They must not have heard it, so far away on the other side of the cinder-block structure. Silently releasing a long exhale, the peeping tom returned his entire fixation to the small screen that displayed what the camera was recording.
Claude could see the girl's outline clearly, her form resting on her back against the inside of the very front of the closed beak. She was pushing herself as far away from the throathole as possible, her small feetpaws braced in the flexible walls to keep her away from the dreaded opening. But all her buttressing proved useless, it only taking a quick flick of the pelican's big head to destabilize everything the girl had to offer in her own defense. The lynx's bulge grew ambiguous for a moment, but Claude could tell just from the movement the bird had made that it was intended to send the prey-animal it caught head-first toward the back of his mouth.
Once again the pelican's beak reached to the sky, but this time the bulge it held within traveled much deeper into the long tube of the bird's neck. The sight of it even made Claude gasp aloud, the mouse instantly cursing himself for making own presence known in his camera's audio feed. But the shock of what he saw was just too incredible! Right before his eyes the five year old girl was sinking down the wild bird's throat!
Claude expected, even with how much deeper the lynx went this time, that the pelican would again bring its meal back up to rest in the hollow of its beak. But it didn't. The lynx stayed held that deep inside, her struggling bulge only sinking in further! The mouse unknowingly held his breath, watching the scene in tunnel-vision.
The act only took a couple seconds. The pelican gulped and clapped its beak high in the air, forcing the squirming lump relentlessly downward. The last of the girl's form slid through the bird's thin neck, her absence from it returning the pelican's throat to its normal delicate shape. She was gone.
Only Claude's paws moved, keeping the camera tracking the bird as it leisurely strolled across the beach. The bird stooped to take a quick swig of water, presumably to wash down what it had made as its meal. The only sign left of the lynx was a swell in the creature's feathered belly, which could easily be overlooked by anyone who hadn't seen the girl be devoured alive. The pelican's feathers puffed and stood out, the bird shaking out and settling itself after its large dinner. To Claude, the beast seemed downright content.
The pelican gave a casual glance around the beach, deciding it would rather rest after it meal elsewhere. The encumbered bird flapped its great wings once, lifting a bit from the ground before placing back down on its feet. The bird's second attempt at weighted flight was more successful, the pelican surging upward into the air with great difficulty. The pelican flapped and flapped to gain altitude, quickly rising to a proper height and sailing out of Claude's sight. The mouse followed the creature with his camcorder the whole way, zooming in until the bird was obscured behind a faraway line of trees.
It was gone. The girl was gone. Claude was very suddenly alone once again, his digital video being the only other witness to what he had seen. With his trembling lips curling upward, the mouse's clawed finger poked the red button to end the recording.
