Beach of Bones

The perfect tan is difficult to achieve. A full-on tan in the nude is the ideal approach, but is difficult to get away with on a typical, crowded beach. You need a private spot away from where everyone else is. Some place where you can let the sun lick every inch of your skin, where no one will bother you... or ever find you again...

There's a good reason some beaches don't have people on them~ ❤

Legend has it that the Beach of Bones swallows up anyone foolish enough to indulge in its secluded serenity. The sands are littered with careless beach-goers' remains, sun-bleached, and stripped bare. However, it's not the sand that devours them, but a curious creature that has made itself the dominant predator of this coast: The Land-Mine Anemone.

It's name is derived from how it hunts; passively but suddenly. The moment it's stepped on, the anemone collapses its maw, like a slimy, squishy trap-door. The hapless intruder falls within, pulled down by their own weight, into the anemone's mercilessly tight stomach. One such hapless beach-goer, named Chelle, has just experienced this first-hand.

Once completely inside, the she is finished. There is no physical way she could ever wriggle or worm her way back up the slick stomach lining. Painful pressure from the sand all around the anemone pins its catch into place. Any beach sand that ends up inside the anemone's maw or stomach is almost immediately dissolved. Its stomach acids are terrifyingly effective at disincorporating quartz, silica and a host of other granular sediments, but in a cruel twist, the same acids seem to take their time on tender, human meat. A very slow digestion awaits Chelle.

To further seal her fate, the anemone sports an extremely long tentacle. Its sole purpose seems to be the cleaning and evacuation of it's meal's own digestive tract. The tentacle enters the prey's anus, and proceeds up through the entire length of their intestines, stomach and throat, before finally emerging from the mouth. All the contents of their digestive tract is suckled out along the way. This appears to be for the purposes of harvesting the prey's own digestive enzymes, which the anemone adds to its own. The delicious irony is that, eventually, poor Chelle will be digested, in part, by her very own stomach juices.

There is clearly no need to restrain the prey by means of this tentacle, but it helplessly ensnares the victim in a most intimate way. If Chelle's fate wasn't already hopeless enough, this certainly makes it absolute.

Over the course of several hours, Chelle will slowly digest, and be molten down into a rich, nutritious syrup. A high viscosity fluid that the anemone strains through its own intestines, before depositing it into a final absorption chamber, at the very bottom of the anemone's body. Here it is concentrated as highly as possible.

Finally, when Chelle's bones are stripped bare, and only her disgraced skeleton remains, the anemone will spit her bones up and out, one by one. Her remains will join the countless others that lie scattered or buried on this hungry beach.

...Chelle just wanted a nice, golden tan all over her soft, edible body. Too bad. Prey don't get a say ❤ She'll have to settle for feeding this anemone instead!

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An old livestream drawing finally finished! \^o^/ This was done for one of my Patreon polls. You can check out the results from that time here.

Chelle is owned by, and borrowed from Eka's Portal user TitaniumChelle. Word has it that Chelle loves being penetrated all the way through. Chances are she doesn't mind ending up in such a compromising predicament e3e~

Hope you like it! ❤