I recently stumbled across the greaat opportunity to do a trade with OliverFOX and this is the result. They created this lovely series of their famous dino snacking on my not so famous dolphin and it came out great. I did the fluff story for it, but it came out a bit short, so there will probably be more soon on account of this.
Anyway, enjoy the view and have fun reading how Ovi's stomach treated Devy.

Ovi eats Devy
(soft vore, graphic digestion)

The recent floods had caused the rivers to overflow and make them far more accessible to aquatic predators of considerable size. One such example was Devy, a curious, fully grown bottlenose dolphin with a… rather ambitious digestive system and an appetite to match. She had taken this opportunity to explore what was to her, a whole new world and thus a place to find new, exotic prey. She always loved it when she encountered species which were alien to her before and immediately afterwards found out how well they suited her voracious appetite. To her luck, the rainfall lasted for almost a week before it stopped, enough time for the cetacean adventurer to not only find out that alligators fit into her gullet, but also that her stomach processed them the same as any other prey. Maybe a bit slower, but the result was the same eventually.
Currently she was following around a kind of splashing sound. Maybe it was one of those large tasty birds which tried to fish in the somewhat murky river? Flooded or not, the river was too confined for her to gain much from her echolocation and thus she had to rely on more conventional acoustic input and her eyes. There was a meal ahead, she was sure of it. Every time she had heard something similar, she had swam away with a full belly afterwards. She was this close….
And then, heralded by just one loud splash directly above her, a dozen hard points pressed into her rubbery skin, right behind her head. Something had bitten her firmly, something with very large jaws. Devy tried to struggle but it only made the teeth poke her more painfully. Her hide was thick and sturdy, but something told her that helping whatever attacked her to shred her skin was not good for her survival. Then the teeth pulled on her, lifting her clean out of the water and when her dark eyes, wide open with terror, stared at her assailant, a bright orange eye stared back. She recognised the expression on the alien face, unlike the species of what was holding her. She knew it was the smug joy of a predator staring down their meal. She knew she was about to be eaten unless something happened.
Everything started to shake as the scaly beast walked on shore, cutting Devy off from her habitat. Even if she managed to wiggle free now, she would be stranded, giving the creature preying on her an indefinite amount of free attempts to feast on her. And as Devy well knew, especially after turning a whole juvenile alligator into blubber, she was a prime catch for anything with a set of jaws and an appetite to match her size. The orange eyes creature at least, seemed very confident to possess both.
Devy felt herself being lowered and then lifted up, higher and faster the more she moved until the painful pricks of the teeth were gone and she felt herself flipped over. She tried to kick and wiggle now, but in thin air, all she did was put on a show before hopelessly gravitating towards the now wide open jaws of her predator. There it was again, that joyfully expectant gaze in those frightening colourful eyes. It burned itself into Devy’s mind almost as much as the huge cavernous gullet at the end of the extended tongue waiting for her. If this thing’s gullet was as stretchy as her own, she would fit. If not, she was sure to be pulled apart, so she secretly hoped that this pale fleshy abyss could fit her.
With a wet slurp the dolphin landed on the warm slimy tongue, feeling saliva on her skin for the first time. For some reason her brain told her it was oddly similar to the stuff coating those eels she liked to eat until it grew rightfully more concerned with the soft impact with the beast’s gullet. As oddly enough hoped, the warm slimy chute of flesh spread around her melon just fine and the slimy tongue reached almost to her belly. She felt teeth on her flippers and the predator’s head drooping down a little from her landing. Three hundred kilos of dolphin were a lot to lift, but seeing that this thing was as greedy and stretchy as a gull, and Devy knew how insatiable those were, she was not going to get out of this digestive tract again At least not healthy or solidly.

Her neck muscles were aching already from the massive weight of her struggling prey, but Ovi had to carry on. She could feel the dolphin sliding lower and one of those pesky obstructing fins bending sideways to make the aquatic prey more gullet friendly. Like a feeding cormorant, the dinosaur leaned back far, legs stretched out and snout pointed at the sky, swallowing as hard as she could. Her throat muscles were well trained luckily and so it only took a minute until she felt the dolphin’s rostrum push through the sphincter to her stomach. It was all going to end soon.
Luckily, Ovi had a very stretchy crop and the leathery skin on her neck was used to being draped thinly around unwilling creatures of considerable size, on their way to becoming a temporary distension in her midsection. This unusual new kind of aquatic snack was going to fare no better than the raptor she had devoured last week and with a little smirk around the edges of her truly stuffed maw, Ovi wondered if her current prey was going to encounter any remains of her last.
Bit by laborious bit, the torpedo shaped prey was forced down, the swallowing muscles growing sore as well over time. It was certainly not an easy meal, but the prospect of a lazy week idling and digesting a new species of prey was urging the dinosaur to continue. Adding new species to her diet was a matter of pride to her and by now, if she had to regurgitate and give up this tasty fish thing, she would get heartburn from hell. After all her stomach had already produced a lot of digestive fluids and Ovi was not going to disappoint her favourite organ. Even if she had to readjust her stance or lower her head multiple times because 300 kilos of muscular prey disagreed with her, she made steady progress. Another milestone was the warm feeling of mammalian prey entering her stomach properly, causing her gut to swell out in order to accomodate this hunk of meat. At least coating the rubbery skin of her catch with drool was extremely easy compared to the fur and feathers she was used to dealing with. The only downside was that she would not get to spit up any trophies later. If this big one behaved like fish, it was going to melt down without a single trace.
Now things were easier. the thick part of the dolphin slid down Ovi’s gullet and she only had to finish off the tail. With the center of gravity well within her digestive tract, her prey’s struggles only helped her consume it now and the greedy dinosaur gleefully helped along with a few more swallows. It was amazing how fast the meal was going now, slightly hurting Ovi’s stomach as a hundred something kilos of still kicking prey arrived in mere seconds. The droop of her gut was awe inspiring now and her belly reacted with happy, industrious groaning. Still, there wa sno way the entire dolphin would fit and no matter how hard or how often Ovi swallowed, her neck stayed swollen and stiffened by the tail occupying most of her crop. But this too shall pass.
Content in the absolute consumption of yet another huge prey, Ovi leaned down awkwardly, took a little sip of water and then waddled over to the nearest dry and sunny spot she could find. The weight swaying around in her gut made walking difficult, yet it felt incredibly rewarding. She flopped down with a little groan, her clawed front paws idly rubbing over the firm, wiggling bulge in her gut and crop, waiting for digestion to make it disappear. Soon she fell into a deep slumber, while her stomach went to work properly.
For the dolphin things were quite different. Devy was trying her best to wiggle and kick about but even her strong tail was no match for the layers upon layers of stomach lining, muscles and scales containing her. All she managed to do was to make the bulge she caused shake and wiggle to make sure anyone watching would know that Ovi was digesting something alive. As her panicked struggle mixed with the deadly juices and few artefacts of previous meals, Devy started to feel the itching and tingling of the digestive juices all over her body, except for her lower tail which was still in the dino’s crop. Usually being able to hold her breath for almost half an hour was a good thing, it had allowed her to explore and to hunt but now it was damning her to stay conscious while a very ambitious stomach started to quickly melt her down into nutritious soup. The thin tips of her fins were the first things to turn into mush, soon getting swiped off by peristaltic contractions, commencing her transition from aquatic predator to meaty paste. Then her salt water adjusted eyelids were the next part to give in, causing an intense burning sensation once they too joined the liquids pooling under the dolphin’s wiggling shape. As this went on, Devy barely noticed the general itching over her smooth blubbery skin turning into a hot burning as well. Soon the stomach acids in the sun heated belly started to properly soften and melt off her skin, but before the juices got halfway through her layer of blubber, the acids burned through her eyes into her brain and killed her right on the verge of running out of oxygen.
To the sleepy dinosaur it was all the same, the twitches and kicks caused by agitated digesting nerves firing when licked by strong acids being hardly discernible from the deliberate motions of a struggling meal. Eventually though the struggling ceased and the stomach fell still except for the occasional shift in shape when a part of the dolphin collapsed or a batch of melted flesh was pumped into Ovi’s intestines to fuel the successful predator for future endeavours. After a couple of hours of this, Ovi woke up to the view of a large rounded stomach and the delightful sensation of her prey’s, now still, tail getting slowly pulled down where it belonged. previously untouched dolphin flesh entered a wicked cauldron of already melted one and soon would encounter the same fate. She made a note to look out for such feeding opportunities in the future, before resuming her nap, lulled back to sleep by the soft noise of her busy stomach.

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