Artist's post: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/44636297/
A collab I did with a friend of mine who likes to draw the kind of thigns I like to write about.
He did a quick sketch to cheer me up on a 7h train ride and it snowballed into this. We even got to borrow one of Dosfin's dolphins^^
Story below:

Martin had arrived at cocos island just a few days ago and it had been a right buffet
for the lonely orca. Sure the water was a little too hot, limiting how much and how
fast he could chase after prey, but that was made up for tenfold by the sheer
abundance of large and delicious marine life. There were fish from smaller colourful
ones which he could devour by the dozen when zooming through swarms of them,
all the way up to colossal groupers and the occasional tuna. There were turtles
which were as hard to swallow as they were tasty, but his stomach always managed
to reduce them to paste eventually and of course there were all flavours and sizes of
sharks in this tropical paradise. He was a very happy orca to have found out that for
a few sweet weeks each year colder currents allowed him to reach this place and
hunt here.
He had just woken up, finding his belly had polished off yesterday’s feast and turned
it into a nice thin layer of additional blubber. Sadly this added girth worked to make
him overheat even faster, but it was an inevitable side effect of all the prey he had
devoured. With his three stomach chambers completely empty, there was only one
thing for him to do and that was to resume his hunt. It was still a bit dark and the sun
only started going up so he had a decent chance to find some sharks still out hunting
as well. After all, Martin had a mind to savour the presence of exotic tropical kinds he
usually had no access to. Maybe in the afternoon he would run into a few dolphins
again. So far he had relieved a pod of bottlenoses off three of its members, so they
surely had more to give to his appetite.
His planning was cut short when he heard a distinct shriek, definitely coming from a
dolphin, one at the wrong end of a hungry maw. Knowing the size of phin in these
waters and him not being the cause of that outcry meant there was going to be a
large shark he could steal its prey from. Or its entire body, if the fish let him.
The orca rushed in the direction of the commotion, surfacing once to get enough air
in his lungs for a prolonged chase, his heart racing and stomachs groaning in
anticipation of yet another fulfilling meal.
Martin was soon at the scene, being presented with a fairly hard choice right off the
bet. As his ten ton body approached the pair engaged in a life and death chase, he
had to pick between a very good looking example of his all time favourite prey which
was in turn chased by one of the local delicacies, one so big he would struggle to
swallow it down whole. Others would say, there was a bottlenose dolphin slowly
failing to escape the attacks of an adult tiger shark.
As ten tons of hungry cetacean inexorably rushed towards the participants of the
chase, Martin had to make up his mind, choosing the larger and rarer prey. He tried to intercept the shark and ram him solidly in the gills, but the nearly four meter long
shark was not as focussed on his own meal as Martin had hoped. He instead only
brushed the caudal fin of the evading prey, getting a solid slap on his rostrum,
earning him a few more scratches by the rough shark skin he so wished to feel
sliding down his gullet.
“Yes! Thank you! Go get that fish!” cheered the dolphin from above, resting on the
surface, breathing hard, but eagerly observing the chase. It was an exceedingly rare
sight after all and it seemed clear that she would not have to worry about that shark
any longer. Had the orca arrived a minute or two later, she should have been just a
severed head drifting over the sandy bottom.
Martin was annoyed by his failed attempt but as usual with large sharks, the meal did
not come easy but his experience told him that persistence pays off. Trying to keep
as much of his momentum as possible, he turned around in a wide arc, cutting the
shark off from the life saving shallows he was definitely trying to escape towards. A
new chase ensued in which the tiger was now the prey desperate to escape. THe
shark was more agile and lightning fast in his reactions but after having exhausted
himself in an attempt to devour the delicious looking dolphin before, he was running
out of steam.
Eventually the orca caught up with the mighty shark and turned his head sideways,
with a muscle aching final sprint he managed to push up until he felt the rough
caudal fin slapping against his tongue and palette in turn, signalling him to bite down.
Like all orcas Martin had no teeth at the very front of his jaws a little bit to the side his
conical teeth gripped the fin’s lower lobe, forcing it to bend and fill the gaps between
his teeth. With the almost spicy predator secured, Martin tried to turn on his other
side to flip the shark on his back in an attempt to inflict tonic immobility. However his
prey was not yet ready to give up and struggled so fiercely that the tissue between
Martin’s jaw tore and the shark freed himself by sacrificing a fair bit of his now
mutilated fin.
Martin swallowed the piece of mostly skin down and snarled. “I will get the rest of
you too.”
Bleeding and exhausted, the tiger shark was struggling to go deeper and hide
against the sande and sneak towards the current. But even after a desperately
needed breath of fresh air, Martin had no problem tracking the large creature with his
sonar. He swam right up alongside the shark and gave him a savage blow with his
massive fluke, slamming his designated prey into the semi soft ground and -more
importantly- exhausting him further.
When the orca completed his next turn, the shark was still flushing sand from his
gills, getting ready to focus on the way ahead of him, just in time to notice that it
suddenly led right down the gullet of a massive orca. Martin chirped out his joy over another successful hunt, joined by the exhilarated
cheering from the dolphin he had saved from a gory death, as the tired shark flailed
softly, easily controlled by the thick tongue guiding it towards Martin’s experienced
gullet. With his muscles certainly aching even worse than Martin’s, the shark almost
ceased his struggles once his broad head was introduced to the hot and slimy chute
which would pull him down into Martin’s belly. Without a doubt the electroreceptors in
the tiger shark’s snout were giving off a right firework right now as the orca’s throat
convulsed all around him in frequent swallows.
“Wait, are you going to eat that thing whole?” asked the dolphin, which had come
back down to get a closer look at the unusual display of a nearly four meter long
shark disappearing into a ten meter orca in one piece.
“Sure, why wouldn’t I?” replied Martin, gleefully ignoring the pitiful groans of his prey,
asking for that impossibly slim chance of release. He was completely aware that he
was unusual in the way he hunted and fed, but more than enjoyed showing it off.
Luckily he did not need his tongue to make the chirping noises needed to talk to the
curious dolphin.
“I nearly picked you as a meal though. But I am greedy.” he admitted and swallowed
again, feeling that firm, rough skin of his prey sliding over his fat tongue and slipping
deeper into his gullet. The stretch caused by the big shark’s girth was uncomfortable,
painful even as his throat entrance stretched over the thick part right behind the gills.
He gulped again, looking up at the dolphin to give her a great view into his busy
maw, allowing her to watch the tiger shark’s delicate pectoral fins getting folded
neatly against his barely squirming body before being engulfed by his throat.
Martin laboriously gulped again, feeling the shark twisting around inside him in an
attempt to free himself. He simply kept his maw shut around the powerful prey’s
struggling frame and let him have his failed attempt, before rewarding him with
another gulp, pulling him deeper inside, feeling the shape on his broad tongue
getting thinner as the bleeding caudal fin was moving closer to his maw.
“I never saw an orca swallow something half that size before.”
“And I never saw a dolphin stick around to enjoy the show.” Martin replied. It was a
lie, but he wanted to say something to keep this going. This dolphin seemed
interesting.
“Do you always eat large prey like this?” she asked.
“Yep, keeps my teeth healthy. I don’t want to end up grinding them down to the
gums. If I want to eat all of my prey anyway, I might as well swallow it whole.”
The shark was not very happy to hear the cetaceans so casually chatting about him
joining the long list of Matin’s snacks, but there was no helping it. Each time he tried
to struggle the orca’s maw clamped down, constrained his tail and the first thing
happening afterwards was always a deep gulp which dragged him deeper into the
oppressively hot mammal’s body. The dolphin nodded, swimming a bit lower to get a look at the bulge forming in
Martin’s neck. Him being male certainly played into her cards.
“Such a view.” she commented as she watched the shark’s tail slowly disappear as
the orca laboriously gulped down the huge, reluctant meal.
“Do you happen to accept rewards from cute little things like me?” She asked, before
giving him a hint of what she had in mind. “I am Drei, by the way. In case you want to
avoid confirming that naughty dolphin stereotype.”
Martin chuckled, he did not even have to look to know that her lower belly was
flushing pink right now as she enjoyed the sight and he strained his swallowing
muscles to their utmost to get that shark down.
“What if I never minded that you naughty little things breed first and exchange names
later? It is the second best thing about your kind.” he snickered, the best one
obviously being their amazing qualities as food for him.
As the two cetaceans continued exchanging flirty nonsense, the barely conscious
tiger shark felt a soft valve of some sort opening around his snout, sliding over his
head and for the first time removing that immense load of his electroreceptors. He
was quickly waking up when a dreadfully acrid stench bit into his nostrils, burning
them as it did his gills, which were currently being constricted by that valve travelling
down his body. He knew he was entering a stomach and knew what those did to
food. He thrashed vigorously, mobilising his last strength only to be met by the
clenching force of the huge orca’s forestomach and being squeezed in to join the
badly eroded bones of some former dolphins. In the end, those kicks and squirms
only helped his descent until he was entirely inside, forced to curl into a U-shape and
distend Martin’s belly downwards as a slight bump.
There was a little push on his side as Drei eagerly pushed her rostrum against
Martin’s belly and visualised the shark’s demise with her sonar, but the panicked
former top predator had no time to worry about that since the rough walls were
grinding on him with inexorable force, folding his fins, tearing on his skin and nearly
breaking his spine. To make the hellish space even worse, another valve opened,
this one much smaller and connecting the forestomach to the main one. Acids
started to pour from it in large gushes and once more stunned the shark by
overloading his electroreceptors. This was just as well since he would not leave this
chamber except through that acid pouring opening and it could only spread to
around ten centimeters. But Martin’s forestomach was already at work making sure
that the tiger shark would fit through there in a few hours.

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