Artist's post: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/44636617/
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:

With both of them being cetaceans who just met each other over a meal,
respectively over avoiding to become one, they did not stop after just one or two
matings and instead continued until the orca was thoroughly drained and Drei was
exhausted and worn out to the point of Martin having to support her on his melon to
prevent her from drowning.
“I could carry you like this to your pod, if you let me eat one of them once we are
there.” Martin suggested, causing his dolphin lover to stirr in a mix of fear and
excitement.
“Didn’t you just devour an adult tiger shark?” she asked, reminding him of the weight
and awkward firmness in his belly. Martin clenched his belly firmly, his muscles
nearly cramping up until, finally, a shock went through him as his bloated
forestomach collapsed a little when he broke the shark’s spine in his lower tail,
bending him almost in half.
“Ahhh, better” commented the orca. “Well I did but I know how far away your tasty
friends are. What, -or who- do you think gave me the energy to pursue that shark?
Be glad I ate them or I would have been weak enough to make my life easy and eat
you instead.”
“Hmmpf. One of them was a pretty nice lover here and there. But I guess you made
up for that. Will I see you again?”
“You mean… will I prefer ruining your slit over digesting you when we inevitably run
into each other again? I should think so. Though you better recover quickly. I have
one or maximum two weeks of time left here before the water turns too warm for me
again. This big toothy fish will definitely take a bite out of that time too given how
much blubber I’ll pull from his body.” “Well, what if you don’t eat so many dolphins then? And you know, I am not the
biggest female of the body either. And none of us like tiger sharks, so I guess there
is a chance for a very effective workout session waiting for you. If you can pull
enough cum from your toothy meal, that is.” Drei chirped back and continued to let
Martin carry her much longer than necessary. Being transported by an orca on the
safe side of his stomach was exceptionally rare for her kind and she savoured that.
Inside Martin’s belly things looked much bleaker. The shark was unconscious and so
close to death that not even the breaking of his spine came even close to waking him
up. This was just as well since the near constant gushing of fresh hot digestive juices
flowing in from Martin’s main stomach was doing a number on the former top
predator. The bad luck he had had running into the only orca for hundreds of miles
was astonishing, but the fact that the shark had not made any obvious mistakes did
not subtract anything from the gruesome way he eventually died in the orca’s belly.
The curled up position he had been forced into was placing his slightly gaping jaws
directly underneath that small valve leading to the next stomach chamber. As a
result, each time the orca’s insides convulsed and more, freshly prepared, stomach
acids gushed into the grinding chamber he was in now, the flood of burning fluids
splattered right into the tiger shark’s maw and flooded his gills, melting their filigrane
filaments like fine sugar in water, making them the first vital body part to fully melt
and exit the gill slits again, as a red paste.
His keen dark eyes had turned a bloodshot murky white as the various digestive
chemicals reacted with them and streaks of red liquid oozed from his gill slits
whenever a convulsion of the forestomach pumped the slightly viscous acids through
them, allowing Martin’s digestive juices to work their way deeper into the shark’s
body.
All the features and sensory organs lining his snout, his flanks, the rapid reflexes
which had made him the terror of the reef for a decade, had not helped him escape
this fate. Within a few hours he will fall apart, getting ground up and dissolved into a
choppy, chunky stew. Then Martin’s forestomach would periodically empty
sufficiently reduced portions of the shark’s carcass into his main stomach to fully
liquefy them and unlock the desirable nutrients which made up a lot of the former
shark. When those remains inevitably get pumped into Martin’s intestines, they join a
long line of elasmobranchii which had been through there already, while Drei might
just be lucky enough to never share that fate even though Martin fed on cetaceans
with even greater joy.

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