The “shark eater pod” 5.5: Gastric intermezzo
(digestion, disposal)
 
As the huge shark Kalinda had theorised about failed to materialise, the “shark eater pod” -one species closer to losing its quotation marks- pushed onwards to their current goat. The smooth hounds now resting and falling apart inside most of the pod’s forestomachs had been a welcome addition but they still had to move a little further into warm territory in order to find, catch and digest five examples of the blacktip sharks and the leopard sharks that Bob and Bill had promised they’d find. Spirits were high, especially among the three cows in the pod. Kalinda was really enjoying not having to command attention every time she wanted to tell the young females anything while Lucy and Tracy were just obsessing about their elder’s midsection.
Lucy kept enviously scanning her occupied womb and asked a thousand questions about pregnancy and wondering if Kalinda thought if Mark had managed to impregnate her as well, which she clearly wished for.
“I think you have a good chance given how much you were leaking earlier.” she replied about as diplomatically as dolphins could. “Though maybe to just stick to him if you want his calf so much. I bet he will appreciate the attention.” The older cow was really glad the two girls had milked Mark dry. Between her mostly preferring Jeff and the twins being both stronger and more competitive than him, the smallest bull of the pod often ended up less satisfied than the other guys. While Kalinda did occasionally pleasure him simply for that, they both silently agreed that pity sex did not really cut it and having seen and heard them both as Lucy had literally claimed him earlier had been as heartwarming as it had been arousing.
Tracy on the other hand was stuck to Kalinda’s large belly a little further north. For her sonar there was only one point of interest and it was the two smoothhound sharks being amalgamated in her big churning forestomach. Tracy merrily narrated her findings, about collapsing spines, tearing bellies and liquids moving back and forth between Kalinda’s fore and main stomach.
“This is so cool! Each one is bigger than the one I ate and you have two of them in your gut.” she chirped excitedly as a very similar scene played out inside her own midsection.
 
“But you managed to catch one on your own and consumed it whole and alive.” Kalinda chirped motherly and caressed the young huntress under her belly. “I was at least twice your age and half again your size when I ate my first shark out of curiosity and if I recall correctly I spat it back out again.”
“Did you let it escape?”
“I did. Jeff did not though.”
 
Being a wholphin, Tracy had a rather short, less beak-like snout as the bottlenose dolphins the pod mostly consisted of. This allowed her to get her melon into the perfect scanning spot on Kalinda’s belly more easily. Another side effect of having a false killer whale for a father was that her forestomach was -similar to Jeff with his orca dad- much better adapted to digesting tough sharks than those of regular dolphins. Prey coated in thousands of tiny skin-teeth were something a dolphin had to get used to, as Kalinda and Mark readily told from experience while the twins tried to hide the side effects of their comparatively massive elasmobranch meals on their well being. Tracy on the other hand was a born natural and never lost her playful nature during the whole journey of her shark through her insides. If at all, she was a little disappointed at how normal it felt to digest it. It just… went away over time. Just slower than the ten little fish it replaced in her diet.
Once Kalinda’s attention was once more stolen by Lucy and her obsessive motherhood cravings, Tracy swam over to Jeff instead. She had a dire need to collect more praise and information over her progress with the shark she ate.
 
“How is your belly now?” she asked the second much much bigger wholphin in the pod as she scanned him and found all three stomach chambers empty, though there was still some rude dolphin remains in his intestines.
“Bored. As soon as that bone mass popped out I became really hungry. I bet yours is better off.”
“Yes! I am not even feeling sore at all.”
“That is impressive.”
Tracy felt a warm shudder run down her spine as her crush and predatory role model praised her.
“Could you… take a look at me and tell me what you see?”
“For a second I thought you were hitting on me again.”
“Well, I still want to have sex with you eventually. But let’s say a bull half as hung as you fucked the air out of me very recently and this is the one case of “YoU aRe tOo sMaLl FoR tHiS” that I will accept.”
Jeff chuckled and trailed down, his head already wider than her belly. He could probably eat her if he tried to. The dolphin he just finished digesting was probably around Tracy’s weight so of course packing his cock into her developing sex was a tall order.
“Let me guess, but you won’t complain if my rostrum slips a little low after I am done giving you a scan?” he asked and the punk flush around her faintly quivering slit that he saw in the corner of one eye was his answer. Then he pinged her abdomen with his sonar and told her all she needed to know.
“Well, for one your forestomach is amazing. I expected you to struggle a bit like Mark did but you skinned it effortlessly. I can see a lot of meat in your mainstomach already and some even beyond that. Your forestomach is folding the ravaged carcass just fine.”
“And I hardly felt it!”
“Well, guess you are equipped for big things.”
“Do you think we can tick off the blue sharks together when we get a rematch?”
He laughed, remembering how he, probably five to eight times Tracy’s weight, nearly had his jaws rearranged by the half swallowed blue shark that ended up escaping him, he could rather see one of them making a snack of the little girl getting all worked up over her own stomachs’ achievements.
“Tell you what. You show me what you can do with the little sharks we are going to haunt next and then we'll talk about sicking you on the big pelagic ones. Who knows, maybe we can form team wholphin at the next feeding ground and humiliate the twins with our superior stomachs.”
That amused the little hybrid plenty and they both agreed it was time for Jeff to get to dessert further down her tail as she fantasised over all the sharks she was going to devour to pursue the pod’s quest of getting known for its elasmobranch diet.
 
 
(disposal outro)
The next morning Tracy felt hungry again. Usually this happened thrice a day but as she pointed out to everyone this was a clear advantage of feeding on big prey that was predatory in its own right. After a quick checkup with Kalinda they confirmed that all pod members had empty stomachs now and fully digested their sharks, discounting the fragments of jaws and vertebrae still stuck inside both twins. It was time to make room for new prey and for Tracy it was downright celebratory. She swam off to the side a little to have a stretch of water all to herself and then just squeezed. A warm torrent passed through her tail slit and as soon as she dove underneath the self made cloud of freshly defecated smoothhound she squeaked with joy as she saw the glittering rain of partially digested dermal denticles falling down towards the other sand on the ocean floor like underwater snow crystals.
“I did it! I fully passed my first self caught shark!”