This is the vorish half of a collab I did with http://www.furaffinity.net/user/flippin-rad and the story I wrote in return will be here in the description

Prey with benefits
(soft vore, sex, digestion, disposal, impregnation)

Devy was drifting along a current right underneath the surface, casually going for air every now and then as the sun warmed her back. She had recently learned of a few nice underwater mountains which for some reason attracted loads of fish and after gorging on them for several days in a row, she was now a little pudgy for a dolphin and needed to rest a bit. Usually the combination of nothing to do and an empty stomach bored her to death, but currently she was quite content.
But just when she was not in need of anything for once, something or rather someone, happened by.
“What are you doing all alone out here?” asked a chirpy voice which was male but had to come from another dolphin. Curiously Devy turned around and saw a spotted dolphin excitedly swimming around below her. “Just being fat and happy for once, cutie” replied Devy. She was around twice his length and had an even bigger advantage in girth. He was beyond appetizing and under different circumstances she would have loved to challenge her stomach with him. But for now, as strange as it felt even to herself, she was just chatting with the strangely excited, smaller bull. “What has happened to your dorsal fin? Was that a shark?” asked the guy and Devy more than happily told that particular story. “A large mako wanted me for lunch and got me there. I had to let her rip off that piece to struggle free and escape. You should have seen the smaller sharks I have met, but they are a bit too brown and dissipated by now I fear.” If he was alert enough to notice she had just boasted about having eaten several sharks, he did not react to it the way he was supposed to. Probably he did not believe her. “That was brave. And probably painful” was all he said. A little voice in the back of her head told her to keep him around until she felt like proving that point with a little experiment involving him melting in her stomach.
“So, what are you doing here then?” she asked back. “Isn’t it obvious?” he chirped and rolled around, showing off a slightly pink underbelly. “I am looking for a mate and left the pod so I won’t have to compete with twenty others.” He bore a grin on his face as if he was already certain she would help him out with his quest and as much as she would have loved to grin mischievously and disappoint him, she was not someone to turn down some free entertainment. “You think you have what it takes to please me?” asked the female and licked over her conical teeth as to point out his delicious appearance. But the excited male did not pay attention. “Why don’t we just find out?” he suggested and as his playful courtship continued, Devy soon sported a pink patch on her belly as well and agreed.
Seconds later she saw the smaller dolphin vanish underneath her, listening to his excited clicking as she lazily drifted along the surface, hoping the surge would add to their mating what he would lack in force. She was a curious dolphin in the sense that she did not rely on numbers for survival, not since she had been driven from her pod after a few cannibalistic incidents. Instead she relied on being able to seduce everything she could not outswim or outdigest to make her predators forget they wanted her in their bellies. It worked very well with orcas, decently well with male sharks, but their females were a different matter, like the one who had left her dorsal fin with a jagged half moon shaped piece cut out. And now this meal sized barely adult spotted phin tried to leave an impression with her. She was not sure if it was cute or sad when she felt his warm pointy tip trail across her well padded belly in search for her slit.
A little while later the inexperienced male found what he had been looking for and energetically thrusted inside. Devy felt how the tip expectedly tapered to a decent girth and then took a curve like all cetacean cocks did, but it did not stop there. In some freak of nature, which lured a rather pleased, drawn out squeak from her, the spotted phin’s shaft had more of an S-shape and tapered even wider, reaching placed none of her prey ever did and stretching her entrance as wide as some of the predators capable of devouring both of them did. “You are a gifted little guy” she chirped happily and started to actually return his thrusts, wanting to feel him as deeply as she could. He was not so crazily oversized it became uncomfortable, rather it was nice and filling, conforming to the shape of her insides and not ironing them out like the rigid and roughly surfaced claspers of sharks. Instead it was just a nice snug fit, something she could ride all day long and still enjoy it, unlike the orcas who occasionally felt like they tried to split her.
Soon the both of them were simply and senselessly emitting chittering noises as they went from one orgasm to the next. As usual for dolphins, their matings were short, vigorous and, most importantly, frequent. Again and again they would part, go for some air, take a minute for her to relax and him to snatch up a few small fish which were attracted by the strings of semen which trailed behind them as they drifted along, only to continue shortly thereafter.
Eventually the younger male would grow exhausted, but Devy’s sexual greed and the novelty of this amazing activity kept him going until his thrusts turned soft and lazy, due to the aching of his muscles. Devy of course still kept going, intent on milking him one last time, but as her sex succeeded and drew yet another milky string from its occupant, something changed dramatically in her mind. From one second to the other, he appeared in her eyes not like that gifted lover she should keep around, but rather like a broken toy. But nothing ever goes to waste in the ocean.
Instead she arched her entire body, her jaws starting to gape, soon reaching an angle which should be impossible for a dolphin, revealing her massive gullet, which looked as if she had borrowed it from a shark. Instead of a slim muscular ring, there were several flabs of muscle pressed tightly together to stop up the large passage, but as her beak started to cast a shadow over his head, the muscles relaxed and made the entrance to her throat available for passage. In one last thrust she pushed him into her maw, causing his head to slide into her gullet and become lodged in the viciously greedy swallowing muscles which welcomed him with a layer of dense slime and a firm massage, one directed forward, closer to her waiting stomach.
It took the young bull a while to recognise what was going on, a time the experienced cannibal used to swallow two more times and make his flippers fold at the edge of her beak.
“What are you doing?” groaned the exhausted male, seemingly having a pretty good idea of the answer but being way too exhausted to act on it.
“I am eating you, silly” is what Devy replied. They joy of talking via clicking and chittering sounds from her melon was that she could taunt her meals even as they were firmly stuck in her throat.
“That is not funny, let me out!” complained the smaller one, only to receive a firm, long swallow as reply. Her muscles rolled over his back and chest, then his head like a tidal wave of hot slimy flesh and after it dragged him another few inches closer to his slimy grave he finally started to resist. What exhaustion had cost him, he made up for in youthful energy and as he kicked and writhed, Devy tried to only use it against him. When his tail kicked in an attempt to shake free, it was still producing thrust, and who was she to deny her meal a chance to propel himself deeper inside her? This continued for over a minute, his struggles achieving little save for flipping him upside down somehow as the strange shape which looked like a dolphin with a tail on either side from afar kept growing shorter and thicker. She chuckled as she was now able to see the magnificent rod she had been riding half the day, watching it spasm and even drool some seed still as its owner convulsed and contorted in a vain attempt to save his skin.
Another swallow and Devy felt his beak pressing into her stomach, giving her the assuring sensation of soon finishing her feast. It was hard work, but it was also going to result in a very welcome reward. She wondered how many days or maybe even weeks he would keep her afloat. A few more gulps and that lovely overproportionate dolphin cock pressed against her beak, refusing to fold down as its owner continued to swell out her stomach, giving it a faint droop even this long before she concluded her meal. There was not much she could do, perhaps she was able to gape wider, or gnaw on it, but she was well too lazy for that and instead drifted along the surface, caught some breath and waited for it to shrink down as her already pooling stomach acids washed the hyperactive libido right out of her catch. One last defiant string of white goo left the thin tip of this member before it shrank back into its slit, about to be consumed and digested with the rest of him.

The complete meal had taken something in the area of five minutes and by the end of it, the male’s tail was still stuck in Devy’s throat. Dolphins simply were not stretchy enough to fold up inside her stomach, not like the slender blue sharks she loved to eat if she managed to surprise one. But they were also so much more fatty and nutritious. “Comfy in there?” she chirped happily and rolled around a little to shake him up. He was still struggling, albeit feebly, obviously running out of air.
“Please let me out of here. I don’t want to be food. I don’t want to die in here.”
She loved the begging ones and something like a smirk curled around the edge of her beak. “Oh well, maybe, just maybe, you should stay away from large females who tell you to the face they eat things your size. Now you get to feed me. Seeing how well you stuffed me in two ways, your melted body will probably be used to kickstart the growth of your weird hybrid babies. Isn’t that what you wanted? To spend the day breeding over and over?”
There was a short pause before her prey stuffed belly became a little louder with his reply, even overshadowing the happy gurgles her pleased stomach emitted. “Yes, I wanted to breed you, but not become a cloud of shit!” he screamed in desperation before kicking again. These feeble attempts at escape and the dying force of his already melting body were almost enough to excite her again. But contrary to her usual habits it did not. The spotted dolphin really did take good care of all of her needs.
The little chat between boisterous predator and terrified, deceived prey continued for a few short minutes longer, before her catch ran out of air. Something he should be very thankful for. Unlike the dolphins she had devoured before they were exhausted, he did not have to feel the hot burning juices her stomach squirted all over him burn away his eyes, feel the caustic liquids pooling inside his blowhole until they eventually dissolved it and ran into his lungs. All these horrid messy things usually associated with dying inside her stomach were cut out by his suffocation and when they did happen he was just a motionless slab of meat.
As Devy looked for a comfy spot she could sleep safely, she could feel the tail in her throat descending further already as its owner dissolved into nutritious goop. His face was just a loose skull drifting along in the chyme made up of partially or completely dissolved flesh and the excretions of her eager stomach. Seeing how carried her diet was, Devy had little issue digestion nearly anything and given enough time the thick bone too would crumble into harmless bits and be passed through her intestines, sapped of its valuable contents and later expelled as an anonymous brown cloud. Her gut was a great equalizer, she thought and chuckled at the simplified image her brain drew of various sea creatures entering her body in all kinds of shapes and colours and exiting it all in the same reduced appearance.
It was a quiet night and the rumbling of her stomach was loud enough to keep creatures up to her own size well away for fear of ending up inside some big massive hungry predator. But as her digestion carried on, her shape more and more resembled that of a solitary, friendly playful dolphin again, a deception responsible for at least half of her meals. When she rubbed her belly with her flippers curiously and rolled on her back and back again a few times, she noticed that her talented lover was now just a compacted ball of acid pitted bones.
Once she had left him back into the water, as a cloud of shit like he had predicted himself, she wondered about the new day and what it would bring.
“Sorry miss. Did you see our friend? He looked just like us only a bit larger. He left yesterday.”
She turned around and saw four of those spotted dolphins, hovering behind her. They had probably even seen her expel what was left of their friend and did not suspect a thing.
“Maybe I have, do you know how he called himself?” asked Devy back and tried to stall them. Maybe she could get them to split up? In any case she agreed with her rumbling belly. Even if she was going to become a floating ball od blubber, she was going to do Darwin a favour and devour those gullible little things.

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