My good Friend Dosfin had a shark char he wanted to retire, I have a newish orca char I wanted to get art for. So, here is my orca retiring his shark in the only way he knows, by making him a convenient mid migration snack.

Part 1: https://aryion.com/g4/view/739904
artist's submission: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/43930053/

Story: With a satisfying heavy gulp, Martin polished off this oceanic white tip shark just like dozens of his kind before. The intense flavour of the former predator lingered on the orca’s large tongue as he savoured the moment when the barely resisting shark was squeezed from his throat into his forestomach. His three meter long frame was not even entirely inside before a warm tingly sensation told Martin that his main stomach was flooding the shark’s temporary home with gastric juices already.
“Simply delicious, as all of your kind.” commented the well fed orca as he went on his way to continue his journey.

Deep inside Martin’s sweltering hot belly, Croc was squeezed into the firm sack of the orca’s forestomach. A thick wall of keratinized skin ground on the shark’s even harder skin but due to the acids and enzymes flowing in it was only a question of minutes before the softer skin would win. Eventually he was going to get ground up into rough paste and passed onto the main stomach and while he did not want to accept any of this, he knew it to be his fate.
Enormous volumes of the lethal gastric juices flowed in through a valve right next to the one which had dumped him in here. He tried to thrash but there was no hope of even budging the muscular chamber. The forestomach alone contained more muscle, more power than his entire body.
Instinctively he tried to bite his concave prison, but the round shape prevented his teeth from gaining any purchase. His only reward was a swell of semi viscous hot acids which he accidentally pumped through his delicate gills, immediately destroying his fragile breathing organ.
“Please, not like this.” he sighed as his aching muscles gave up and he was left in that dark digestive organ being melted from all sides.

Martin hardly noticed any of the dramatic scenes taking place inside his gut and certainly did not hear his prey’s final words. All that mattered to him was the gentle weight and pressure he felt in his midsection with each undulation of his tail as he followed his journey to the next promising feeding ground.

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