Feeding The Orca
By Jag
Contains M/M vore (Orca/otter), same size vore and non-anthro orca. 
Furey (c) Jag

Furey grumbled loudly to himself as he trudged through the darkened zoo. The otter hadn't had the best week over the course of the last seven days. Everything that could have gone wrong in his life seemed to do so in this one particular week. First his car was sideswiped and he collided a rail guard. Everything seemed fine at first, until he realized that the person that had collided with him managed to just drive away, obviously not wanting anything to do with the accident. The police were still trying to find any witnesses or the car that Furey had described to them. He got a feeling that they didn't believe him at all, which meant that the money to fix his car was coming out of his own pocket. So after that happened he thought nothing else could possibly go wrong, but of course it could. After getting home one night from working a late shift, Furey found that his apartment had been broken into, a good chunk of his DVD and game collection missing, as well as his good watch and glass ring. Again the police weren't of much help and while they said they'd be on the lookout, he still got the sneaking suspicion that again he would be screwed over. Furey of course then thought of why hadn't he gotten insurance on his apartment, which made him even more mad as he wouldn't be getting any money or any of his things back. Then as a way to get over his anger, Furey decided to work more hours, especially the graveyard shift at the zoo since it paid even better then his normal shift. Yet all this work and anger was tiring him out and Furey was finding his eyes closing as he wandered to each animal pen, checking on them and feeding them what he could as he made his first rounds. 

Furey stopped as he walked past the lions den, stretching out and taking the time to just lean on the gate, looking down at the sleeping lions below. They all looked really peaceful sleeping there and Furey wished that he could be curled up in bed and just sleep away his problems. Yawning to himself, the otter moved over to a nearby bench, deciding to lay down and have himself a quick rest while he was out here all alone. The moment he sat down though, the radio in his back pocket crackled to life, causing him to groan. At first there was just static, but a second later a voice began to shout over the other end. 

"Yo Furey, what are you up to man? Finish feeding all those animals yet?"

The person on the other line was the nightly security guard, Craig, a husky. He worked way too much for his own good, although it never seemed to phase him in the least. He was about 25, almost the same as Furey, although he wasn't having nearly as many problems. He was a fun guy to work around, although he didn't really take the job all that seriously. In fact he usually wandered about doing nothing or slept in the security room for most of the night. He was only around due to his avaiability and willingness to work six nights a week. Grabbing the radio, Furey sighed to himself and pressed down the call button. 

"What is it Craig?"

"Just checking up on your progress. Would be much easier if we had more then one camera in this entire park."

Furey stopped talking for a second, chuckling to himself as he thought about that. It was true. One camera was placed in the center of the park on the center lamp. Sure it could rotate in a circle and look up and down, but it couldn't see have the animal exhibits. Furey was sure that those knowing about that flaw usually took things to steal where they knew they'd not be seen. The otter let those thoughts out of his mind as they didn't really concern him.

"So see my on your monitor?"

"The only thing I'm seeing is the wall in front of me while I pee."

Furey slowly pulled himself up from his seat and started toward the main building where Craig should have been. Every night he worked with the canine it was always something with him. He would always call from somewhere other then his normal post. Moving to the front door of the building, Furey grabbed the knob, turned it and stepped forward, quickly slamming his nose into the door. Stumbling back, the otter rubbed his nose and sighed. Just like Craig to just lock the door when he left to go to some unknown bathroom in the park. About five different bathrooms around the entire park and Furey had no idea which one he could be in. Grabbing the radio and rubbing his nose again, Furey decided to find out. 

"Craig, where are you right now?"

After several moments of silence, the canine proceeded to say something back. 

"Finished peeing and now just taking a stroll. What'cha need?"

"Well I wanted to get back inside to wash up and maybe take my lunch break."

"I'll be over to unlock the door in a little while. Might as well finish up your current job."

"I'm already done everything Craig, just hurry back here so I can go on lunch."

"What about the new exhibit that just opened up. I bet that orca didn't get fed tonight."

Furey sighed to himself and began to lightly tap his head against the door in front of him. The husky was right, he had forgotten all about that new orca that was brought over this past week. Groaning he quickly grabbed the handle of the door and twisted it as hard as he could, hoping that one sudden burst of strength would let him open it up and get his lunch before going to feed another animal. Releasing the handle, Furey turned and then kicked a few pebbles, soon sighing out loud and starting to walk off toward the back end of the zoo.

"I'll be back in a little while Craig. Just be here when I get back."

"Yeah, no problem there."

Furey put the radio in his back pocket again and started to gaze toward the back of the zoo, where the orca was. He remembered the staff hiring a bunch of extra people this past week to build a new holding pool for the huge orca they were getting. Furey also remembered the day they got the orca, everyone in the staff crowded around to see it, although it didn't really appeal much to him, mostly due to him having a bad week. Still feeding a new animal at the zoo was always an arduous task as nothing was ever set up. No instructions were ever left for what the new animal ate and Furey would find himself being yelled at by his half asleep boss when he called late at night and started to question what he was supposed to be feeding one of the animals. Furey hoped that today would be different for him, that one thing would go right with his week, but he knew that it was going to be the same as always, it was a feeling he just had surging through his body. 

The back of the zoo always tended to creep Furey out more then it should. All the different animal sounds in the dark started to get to him after awhile and he'd end up freaking himself out and running back to where Craig was, trying to play it cool once he got there. That never seemed to work as the husky would always make fun of him for it, knowing that he was scared just because of dark and noise. Although tonight was different, everything around him was rather quiet and Furey just shrugged it off as all the animals going to sleep earlier then normal. Heading past the panda bear pen, he looked down inside of it and saw the two pandas below snoozing. He smiled at them and walked away, happy that he was actually right in that the animals had decided to sleep.

Starting to hum slightly to himself as he walked, Furey knew he was getting close to where the new orca pool was as a bunch of smaller buildings began to pop up, those being half built pens for new fish specimens that the zoo was also getting, so people would have both those to look at and then the orca. Wondering exactly how many new fish were going to be showing up in the next couple days, Furey tried to put the thought of more work out of his mind and shook his head. Looking ahead of him he could see the huge tank come into view, hundreds of seats surrounding it so that at every show there could be so many new people watching the orca perform his tricks. Which were quite good from what Furey was hearing, having heard staff members chatting about the orca in the break room and actually meeting one of the trainers for a couple minutes one day while he was finishing off a soda. Apparently it can do just about everything from leaping through hoops to letting the trainer ride on top of it. Quite the impressive feats for such a big creature. 

Getting closer to the tank, Furey could see a shadowy figure moving about in the water, which could only be the orca of course. Getting to the tank, the otter pressed his hand to the glass and felt the chill of the water. Shivering some he turned away and began to circle the tank, heading for a smaller shack that housed a lot of the building tools and equipment, plus there were a stack of papers sitting on a table, so Furey hoped they would either be instructions for feeding or something else to that nature. Heading over he began to thumb through them in the dark, squinting to make out the text. One sheet was for building the tank, another was for preparations to put the orca in and watch for any abnormal signs. Nothing contained a word about feeding the orca. Mumbling things under his breath, Furey headed around another side of the tank and continued to search for an signs of feeding instructions. Going completely around the tank twice, Furey groaned and then just decided to see if the orca was alright first of all. Removing his shoes, Furey tossed them to the ground along with his socks and then headed  for a nearby ladder to the top of the tank. As Furey started to climb, he grunted as he moved upward. Part of him knew he should start working out more to get back in shape, but there was no time in his life. No sense in dwelling on it at this point in time. One last grunt and Furey was on top of the tank, seeing the orca swimming constantly in the water. Everything seemed fine. 

Furey scanned the tank slightly, moving along the ridge of the tank until he came to the shallow end where the show started each day. They still needed to build a ramp up to it so it would be much easier to get to, but that was probably on the list of things to accomplish. Starting to roll up his pants leg he stopped before he could really start, the radio in his back pocket crackling. 

"Where the heck are you Furey?"

Grabbing the radio, he stopped himself from going in, sitting on the side of the pool and letting his feet touch the cold water, which made him shiver slightly. His fur kept him mostly warm, which was always good for when he went swimming in the ocean. 

"I'm sitting at the top of the orca tank."

"Well be careful cause they shut off all the camera around those parts when they started to build the tank. Not sure how to get them back on."

"Hey, are you in the main building right now?"

"Of course. Why do you ask my ottery friend?"

"Are there any instructions around there with what this orca eats. I can't find anything and I'm not calling the boss tonight."

"Hold on and let me check for a second."

The radio went silent again and Furey just sat there without saying a thing, watching the orca swim in the deeper water. He wondered what the creature was feeling being so far from his real home, but snapped himself back into work related thoughts when the radio crackled on once again. 

"Well according to this little note I found there should be a fridge around there with fish for it to eat. Plus its got a bunch of other facts about the orca. Seems it eats a lot more then fish, even otters sometimes, hehe. I'd watch out if I were you tasty Furey."

"Shut up Craig."

Looking back down at the ground, Furey's eye caught the fridge on the side of the shack he was inspecting paperwork at. Getting up the otter headed down the ladder once more and then made his was to the fridge, pulling the door open and covering his nose as a wave of fishy odor came at him. Reaching in he pulled the first bucket of fish he saw and then shut the door, quickly dashing away with the bucket to the ladder, where he uncovered his nose and took a slightly better breath of fresh air. Taking another deep breath, Furey reached down and grabbed the bucket of fish and began to carefully climb upward once more. Getting about halfway up, Furey started to pant some, not doing too well with carrying a heavy bucket up a ladder using one hand to climb up. Heaving the bucket upward he tried to toss it to the ledge of the tank, but felt it clunk on the edge and fall back at him. A loud yelp came from Furey's mouth as he was hit with a bunch of fish slime and dead fish, causing him to slip from the ladder and land on his feet. Groaning loudly, Furey knew things were going to go in the wrong direction when he tried that. 

Sniffing at his arm all he could smell was fish and he swore under his breath. Looking around he began to collect up the fish that had scattered about, tossing them back in the bucket. Once getting all the ones he could see he looked around and then sighed. The smell in his clothes was just too much, but luckily for him the cameras were all out in this area, which meant he could take off his clothes to feed the orca and then put them back on afterward. That prevented him from smelling like fish while feeding the orca and then not getting anything wet should he get splashed. Quickly taking off his shirt and pants, the otter dashed to the table where the papers were, setting them off to the side and stacking his clothes on the table. He then hurried back to the ladder and began try number two of his ladder experience. Grabbing the bucket with one hand he began to pull himself upward once again, this time succeeding in tossing the bucket onto the edge and then making his way all the way up. 

With fish in hand he moved off to the shallow water and then stopped as he got in up to his knees. He never really asked Craig how to get the orca's attention to feed it. In fact he was never really trained to actually feed the orca to begin with. Grumbling to himself he tossed a fish into the middle of the pool and waited. After about a minute the shape of the orca rose upward and snatched the fish from the water. Furey smiled to himself, this was going to be much easier then he thought. Throwing a few more fishes into the pool, the orca began to eat them all quite quickly. That left just a few last fishes more and then he could escape and actually have his own lunch. Although the next thing Furey saw was the orca sliding closer to him, making him stumble back and land on his rump with a splash, the rest of the fish landing in the water next to him. Shuddering he watched as the orca opened its mouth and squeaked loudly, a wave of fish smelling breath wafting out at Furey. Covering his nose with both his paws, Furey started to slowly stand up, grabbing one of the fishes and tossing it into the orca's mouth. The orca squeaked again and used it's tongue to help it swallow, shutting its mouth quickly and then revealing to Furey the pink tongue with no fish on it. Furey then began to slowly toss the rest of the fish into the mouth of the orca, watching each one disappear in front of his eyes. 

Reaching a paw down into the water, Furey began to feel around for more fish, but then discovered when looking down that they were all gone. One or two were floating off into the water behind the orca, but Furey figured that it would find those when he swam away. Inching closer to the open mouth, Furey reached a paw up and patted the orca on the nose. The orca then slowly shut it's mouth and almost looked as if it stared at Furey like he wasn't done feeding him. 

"See, all gone. Well you have a good nigh big guy. I'm going to go have my lunch." 

Giggling somewhat nervously, Furey began to take a few steps back, although as he took one of his steps he felt his foot squish on a fish, causing him to yelp and stumble forward. His eyes widened all of a sudden as he saw the orca's maw suddenly open wide. Furey tried his best to stop himself, but could only feel himself falling forward, smelling fish all around him as he landed with a wet plop right on the tongue of the orca. Furey began to pant as the tongue began to coil slightly around his head and neck, but then seemingly stopped. He sighed in relief and then carefully moved his paws to the bottom lip of the orca, feeling the teeth and slowly trying to push himself out. Rising from the tongue he smiled, but then felt the weight of the orca move back a bit, his hands losing their grip and suddenly landing on the slick tongue. Unable to hold onto the wet surface of the tongue, Furey's hands slid forward to the back of the orca's maw, making a loud squelching noise as they pushed into the throat. Furey started to pant some, trying to pull his hands out, but feeling the rippling muscles all around trying to tug them in deeper. The orca moved back about a foot more and then lunged slightly forward, catching Furey off guard with the sudden movement and the quick swallow. His paws pressed deeper into the throat, his arms following as well as his head pushed back into the mouth, his chest landing on the tongue next. 

The otter couldn't believe what was happening. Just a second ago he was feeding the otter fish and now it seemed that he was stuck in the unwanted position of food. The thick pungent odor of fish and whatever else the orca had on it's breath assaulted Furey's nose, which was a mere few inches from the throat. He began to gag a few times, his throat clogging with the breath of the orca and his own panicked panting getting the best of him as well. A quick swallow from the orca pushed his nose right up against the throat, making Furey start to yell out loudly for help, his body starting to squirm some to try and work himself back out of the orca's mouth. 

"Stop! Help! Someone help! I'm not a fish! I'm not food!!"

Another large swallow by the orca quickly silenced the yelling of Furey as all that came from him now were muffled protests and more wriggling. Furey didn't think that this was at all possible. He hoped that the orca would start coughing him up soon once it realized he was too big to swallow, but so far all it was doing was continuing on with devouring him, letting the slimy tongue probe over his chest, slicking his fur down even more while starting to slide backward into the water. The feet of the otter kicked wildly, the water starting to splash behind him. All his hands could feel ahead of him was slickness, a never ending tunnel that seemed to go on forever. His eyes saw nothing but darkness and all he could feel was the cold water on his legs and the rest of his body being pulled into lasting moistness, huge strands of saliva all around him covering him even more, making his body sticky and much easier to slide, although as a otter his fur was probably just as easy to swallow dry. The muscles of the orca pulsed around Furey, working him down the passageway. He could hear the wet sounds of the swallowing around him, making him cringe each time his body was pulled deeper. Soon the beat of a heart could slightly be heard around him and the sound of a loud growling stomach ahead of him, making him whine and yell as loud as he could, which came out as an inaudible muffle from the throat of the orca. 

A sudden flick from the orca made Furey lurch forward, his chest vanishing down the throat and a low groan coming from his mouth. He could feel his waist being drawn into the mouth, the tongue of the orca starting to lick at all of the fur around the lower half of the body, making Furey blush deeply as the slick member of the mouth was slathered across his crotch. A deep whine came from him and his legs kicked out a few times, his tail starting to flick from side to side as he felt his sheath starting to bulge out. He tried his best to shake his head, getting the thoughts of the warm, moist tongue prodding at his crotch, turning him on. It was the most fantastic feeling that he'd ever felt, but he didn't want it. Furey didn't want to submit to feeling like this as he slid into something much bigger them him, basically making him a very turned on meal. A sudden gasp cleared Furey's mind as he felt his cock starting to slip free of his sheath, the entire six inches starting to press into the tongue, making Furey even more turned on with these events. The otter began to pant furiously, his body going into a fit, starting to hump against the soft, wet tongue. The orca obviously liked the sudden burst of movement and began to slurp around the cock even more, making Furey gasp and groan happily from the inside. This had to be the best feeling in the entire world and he was actually getting to experience it. Moaning happily, the otter began to rub his hands around in the throat ahead of him, nuzzling at the slick flesh that pressed down on him from all around. The smells, the taste of saliva getting into his mouth, the frightening and almost sickening sounds around him, none of it matter compared to the feeling all around him. 

All good things do come to and end and for Furey it came quickly and most suddenly. The orca began to swallow heavily a few more times, the otter cock sliding along the tongue and then plunging right into the throat, where it would quickly start to shudder and unload round after round of cum into the orca's body. The feet of the otter went still, his tail hung limp between his legs and the heavy sound of panting could almost be heard from within the orca. Had anyone been watching they would have clearly seen a rather weird sight, the legs and tail of an otter slowly starting to get slurped up within the large orca. A bulge formed within the white neck of the orca, that of Furey as he continued to make the big slide inward. The otter completely lost track of what was going on, his mind woozy with the feeling of the most pleasure his body ever felt. The legs of the otter were slowly sucked deeper within, only his footpaws left, giving a few light kicks in the air. Gasping loudly, Furey felt his cock shudder a few more times, pumping the rest of the seed out of him. He smiled dumbly inside the orca, sighing happily before hearing a squelch around him, his hands pushing into an open, empty spot and the smell of acid and fish hitting him in the face. Furey began to remember where he exactly was and things went from bliss to fear as he felt his feet being sealed within hot darkness. 

A few last groans came from Furey as he felt the tongue wrap around his feet, almost as if the orca was sucking on the last of his body. He then felt the tongue pressing against the soles of his feet, sliding him in a bit more till his feet pressed against the opening of the throat. Furey's head popped out into the belly of the orca and he took a deep breath, his own stomach starting to lurch. Panting quickly a few times, the otter tried to form a coherent sentence within his mind, but everything in his mind was jumbled and it came out differently then what he wanted. 

"NO SWALLOW!"

His plea was too late as the orca gulped deeply, the entire body of Furey squeezed into the rippling throat. He whined loudly and then felt his shoulders press into the stomach, followed by his chest. His head pressing into the soft stomach walls as his body began to fold out into the belly, the otter being turned into a nice tasty ball and sharing the space with all the fish and water that was already inside of the orca stomach. The bulge in the orca's neck lasted all but a few moments and soon ended up as a slight bulge inside of it's stomach. From the inside, Furey could hear the orca make a loud happy squeak noise before starting to slide back into the water. The paws of the otter began to rub around the slick insides, trying to find a way out of the horrible chamber. Taking a few deep breaths inside of the stomach was agony as he didn't have that much air within and his panicking hands started to work faster, doing nothing more then giving the orca a rather pleasing belly rub from the inside. A rush of air all around Furey and pressure around him forcing him into a more compact bulge made him wonder what had happened, a loud belch sound echoing around him from the outside of the orca. Whimpering slightly to himself Furey started to feel lightheaded, his mind being thrown in and out of thoughts as his fur started to feel a slight tingle. Furey's week hadn't gone too well so far, so what a way to end it, inside the belly of an orca. He wondered how the people at work would view the sudden disappearance and the clothes laying around. Shrugging a bit to himself, Furey began to rub over his cock a few more times, jacking himself off in the wonderful warmth around him. He was at least thankful for a bit of pleasure before being turned into food and part of him hoped he was a tasty otter or fish, whichever he had been eaten as. Before blacking out he felt himself come once more followed by another slight belch.