This is why you never go past the buoys.

Well, that wasn't really true, not really. It was doubtful at best that massive serpents would care at all about designated swim areas, but that was nonetheless the first thought that ran through the wolf's bewildered brain as he tumbled out of his inner tube, and was lifted up, up, up...

Instinctively, he had raised his hands to defend himself, finding them pushing against flesh just outside the span of two massive, wicked fangs. Heated drool soaked his swim trunks as he watched that yellow inner tube go flying into the air. As surprised and terrified screams sounded out from the nearby swimmers, Sav would look over his right shoulder, seeing his tail dangling off the end of that darkened tongue... and seeing just how high he'd been lifted.

As those jaws began to tilt and close, the wolf would look forward and into that wide, yawning throat that was so eager to accept him. With a little grunt, he lost his grip on that slick maw flesh, taking the plunge into the dinoserpent's depths...


Whoo boy! This is a lovely piece drawn by  Necrotext of the delightful dinoserpent  Serpentsaurus having himself a little see-food. He saw me, he made me food!