Martin’s stay at Seal Island
(vore, digestion, breeding)
 
Five seals were a lot to digest, even for a ten ton orca bull like Martin. But compared to the resilient white shark from a few days ago, the marine mammals churned up and fell apart like cotton candy under the violent churning of his forestomach. Since he still had some blubber left from the shark and he was mostly focussing on just emptying space in his forestomach right now, Martin could afford to waste some energy to bend his thick body, helping his forestomach doing its job. Within the hour, badly ground up or even popped wide open and eviscerated juvenile seals started to slip through the valve between his fore- and main stomach. He loved this feeling of a bit of tightness followed by the transfer of soft weight within his hungry belly.
“There we go, space for one or two more before it gets too dark.” he hummed to himself before heading back towards the island looking for another easy meal. At this point it was just gluttony and he enjoyed the thrill of the hunt even more, knowing that he was in no need or rush to get more nutrients into his system. This second run was something he did for joy alone, not minding the amount of life he was going to pull into his stomach and extinguish there as long as he got to feel full and accomplished.
 
When he pinged the water in front of him with his sonar, mostly to find either a bunch of clumped up prey or at least get his bearings, he was fairly concerned when his ultrasound returned a large organic signature. Another single predator just one size category below him was stalking the shore of Seal Island just off the kelp, exactly like he planned to. From the reflected sound Martin could clearly see that the creature in question had no lungs or swim bladder inside its body. It was just monolithic flesh and a lot of it, narrowing the chances of what it could be to just one. The barely healed wounds received from recently digested jaws ached a little more when the orca realised that he was about to encounter another great white shark, one far too big to try and swallow.
When he got close enough, he saw that the shark going after a seal, not its first one either, judging by the smooth girth of its belly. It could definitely only be caused by ingested prey and not a pregnancy since a second glance showed Martin that this shark was definitely very male, seeing that his claspers were as thick as a man’s fit at the top of his pelvic fins and extended down almost beyond the anal fin. He was the biggest male shark Martin had ever seen, discounting the harmless filter feeding giant ones.
Martin curiously drifted closer, not announcing his presence too much, except clicking his sonar. But even when distracted by his hunt, the shark noticed the approaching orca and curiously enough aborted his hunt to face the incoming threat. When the reflexion of Martin’s sonar showed him that the great white’s stomach already contained two seals, he understood why the fellow seal gourmand put safety over hunting even more.
“You are late for an orca looking for food. Are you here for me?” he asked in a rough sharp voice. His pectoral fins were angled downwards and his whole body, stuffed with prey or not, nearly folded in half when he made a sharp turn and made his way away from the kelp towards deeper water. By the time Martin realised that the shark was not moving there to suddenly flee but to stand his ground, the orca felt another pinch where his left fluke tip used to be.
“No, I am just hungry, same as you. My first helping of seals is half digested by now and I want more. Thanks for scaring them away by the way. Good job.” groaned Martin and went up for air. No use in keeping himself concealed when all the seals were hiding anyway because of a massive shark devouring them left and right. Another benefit was the body language he sent. The shark was below him and as much as it pained him to admit it, with no element of surprise he was a much better swimmer than Martin and definitely big enough to take off one of his flippers in under a second.
“I don’t want trouble with you. There are more seals than we need anyway and since you already brought up timing, you sharks are supposed to be nocturnal, no? At least that is why I manage to slurp down one of your kind in broad daylight on the way here.” Martin boasted. “Just let me get my snack and I will go to sleep. Then you do you and I will resume feeding when you digest your catch.”
 
The shark took a while to take in Martin’s words. To the orca it seemed odd that such an old and experienced predator as this was troubled with a simple conversation, but then again sharks were no big talkers and he did put Martin in a very disadvantageous position should a conflict arise. Then the orca noticed what a crafty beast the shark really was. He was not a slow thinker, he was distracted. The shark had been splitting his attention the whole time since a lot of the seals hiding in the thick kelp and listening to two apex predators placing them on their menus, started to creep towards the edge of their protective curtain. They too were marine mammals and Martin knew from experience how fast and often they grew hungry. They wanted to make it past the predators to feed themselves.
Once he had this figured out, Martin nodded to the shark and looked away from the kelp on purpose and the shark finally replied.
“Fine, I guess that works.”
He was still weary and distrusting still -and why wouldn’t he when faced with the one species that hunted his own- but eventually the shark turned towards the depths and Martin hovered towards the red tinted surface of the water, knowing he had only minutes before things got dark.
 
The improvised ruse ended up working however. There was an excited bark and a good dozen or so seals rushed from the kelp and tried to zoom along the rocky ground, getting some crabs or an eel as quickly as possible, planning to return with a full stomach before the hungry much bigger predators got to them. The calls of the more experienced seals to not risk their lives like this were eagerly ignored and sure enough Martin and the shark turned around as quickly as they could. The leader of the seal group was the closest one to them and the only one looking big and juicy among the many little inexperienced but greedy ones.
“This one is mine!” claimed both orca and shark, but even though Martin was well fueled by his earlier hunt and a great swimmer, the shark’s acceleration seemed unreal even to Martin who had quite a sweet tooth for his smaller cousins. The orca could only watch out of the corner of an eye as the shark arrived at both their prey and engulfed the surprised pinniped head first, greedily swallowing the seal down with powerful gulps, each one followed by a puff of blood blowing from the shark’s gill slits.
Martin was about to make an angry remark at the shark for stealing HIS seal, but then he noticed him gliding towards the kelp with his remaining speed, cutting off the retreat of the seals before he was even done swallowing his current catch. What kind of shark was not full after three seals? The orca asked himself. But then remembered why he was here and used the shark’s presence to his advantage. The fleeing snacks needed to change course to not run right into the recently vacated shark jaws, allowing Martin to almost casually scoop up a small seal and slurp it down with a few easy pushes of his tongue.
“No! PLease don’t swallow.” cried the little treat, its pleas getting dutifully ignored by the greedy orca. Then the seal let out a final “NOOOOooo” that got muffled when the orca’s throat closed around its terrified face and silenced when Martin swallowed. The little one kicked and struggled energetically, only massaging the orca’s gullet on its way to certain digestion. However the little one did not make much of an impact on his huge forestomach, at least not next to the three and a half seals that were still in there for the most part.
 
Luckily for both apex predators though, this seal colony seemed to produce some very devoted parents. A large bull shot past the kelp vines, dancing around all obstacles in order to reach his offspring and drag them to safety. He knew that predators prefer easy prey. He would be able to put up a fight, so he hoped that he would get away with his heroic rescue. However he made the same mistake as Martin when he assumed that the shark’s visibly swollen belly simply had to be full now. His reward was a sudden snap of serrated jaws grabbing him sideways from snout to shoulders.
“How can you still be hungry?” was an odd choice for last words, but he did not get another chance as the white shark started tossing his head and tail left and right in unison, focussing the strength of his entire body on dismembering the seal. Blood was gushing everywhere and small fish like the ones the young seals had been after, came in droves to feed on the shreds falling from the shark’s maw or flushing from his gills in one of nature’s greatest displays of irony. Martin’s fine tuned hearing registered how the other predator’s teeth sliced through fat and dense muscles like it was nothing. Bones he would have to laboriously crack apart were simply sawed through by the shark and after five seconds the shark casually swallowed and swam in one direction as the carcass drifted in the other.
“Now I am full.” he snickered and gently glided towards the dark.
Usually Martin was rather stealing from sharks or eating them alongside their catch, but he was not above scavenging two thirds of a seal that was still warm and bleeding. Before the body slipped out of view and into his maw, Martin noticed that the shark had actually cut through a vertebrae reinforcing his desire to never feel those teeth on his own body. When Martin pressed his tongue upwards to coerce the recently decapitated seal into his throat, he could still feel some muscles flinching inside the delicious hunk of meat. When he actually swallowed, the orca felt how the seal’s shape changed as his guts spilled from the surprisingly clean cut into Martin’s gullet. His forestomach surely was having less work to do now, thanks to the shark.
 Once this unusual hunt was concluded, Martin had topped up his belly with something in the range of 150 kilos of fresh meat, one prey item still squirming in the half digested remains of its buddies and the other one at least still warm. In any case Martin and all of his stomachs were very happy with the outcome and since absolutely every animal was now aware of his presence, he simply slept close to his favourite food supply in the whole entire ocean. He placed himself vertically in the water, his blowhole occasionally bobbing out of the water to breathe as he slept. His huge white and gently swollen belly was an imposing view and if another cetacean was around they could ping their sonar at him and confirm that there was about half a ton of meat creeping through his digestive tract.
 
 
As the orca slept peacefully, his body recovering from the long journey and the strains of all the hunting he did today, the one remaining seal inside his forestomach was in his own, sweltering hot, cramped version of hell. All the youngster had intended to do was to compete with his friends for bravery and food with the result of him being pushed around inside and occasionally under the rapidly degrading remnants of many other seals. He had actually known some of them and that was part of the reason he had not believed it when one of his buddies came back from a hunt, all alone and screaming about a huge orca eating everyone. Just like that seals mother, he had not believed one bark of it. If there was any light inside the orca’s guts, he could see his former friend’s empty eye sockets staring at him accusingly as the rough walls of the churning forestomach reduced his face to a frighteningly ugly mask of ground up flesh.
Since the big strong digestive organ he inhabited now was convulsing frequently, he and the other food items were mixed around a lot. When his already acid burned and defurred body met the harsh grinding walls of the lethal organ for the first time, he learned in an agonisingly painful manner, that swimming in the shredded guts and melted flesh of his friends was the nicest part of his stay inside the orca. Sadly for him, he had gone down with his lungs full of air and the half used gases escaped from the mutilated corpses he had joined, forced him -thanks to hard wired survival instincts- to keep breathing until he digested to death. At least the exposed ribs of his predecessors eventually pierced his flesh and caused deep bleeding wounds, winning the race for cause of death against decomposition and the acrid fumes that made him cough out shrivelled lumps of his ruined lungs.
Through all of this Martin slept like a baby, enjoying a comforting dream about needy orca cows coveting him as a mate for his size and hunting prowess, while his hard working digestive tract reduced all the seals he had eaten today meaty lumps like whale sized goulash, before pumping them into his main stomach. Only the largest bones and some meaty goop remained inside his forestomach, destined to help him break down his breakfast once he resumed his hunts.
The moon was travelling across the sky like a gentle floaty disk of light as, providing plenty enough light for the local white shark to hunt. Occasionally the splashes of his breaching could be heard and the odd cry of a caught seal spread over the surface of the water before being extinguished due to the consumption of its source. However Martin noticed none of this in his slumber, while his bloated main stomach melted all usable meat off the many and mostly broken seal bones it carried. At some point the bones fell down, joining the various half melted shark teeth that still rested in it as the sole remains of the white shark he had passed a few days ago. Soon all of these firm bits would melt away as well.
 
 
The following morning Martin woke up early. The sun had barely risen and he admired the orange glow creeping over the horizon as he levelled himself out in the water. The first thing he noticed was that he felt so deeply refreshed and energised, the second thing was that he had definitely gotten heavier. He eagerly twisted his body around rolling along the length of his huge body and relished in the sensation of freshly added blubber getting its first stretches. He had already gained some padding along his flanks even though he had barely arrived at the island. This was why seal season was the best.
Then he felt some kind of pressure further down his tail, a stiffness that had not been there since he had passed his very toothy and dangerous meal on his way here. Of course when an orca devours half a ton of marine life, some of it must come back out, so he got a move on and lifted his tail to not get any on his fluke as he released his half dozen seals back into the ocean. Looking back, he could not help but think about the young seals he had slurped down like furry sardines or the drama with the mother who only cared about her careless offspring getting away just to end up holding a family meeting in Martin’s forestomach. Now they were just that. Dissipating into the water, only relevant to the plankton at this point. It could be saddening, if they had not been a few out of thousands Martin had passed through his body like this over the decades. He could not afford to feel bad for the ones his belly melted into smooth paste because this was what he had to do to survive. He also did not mind that his body was hardwired to feel accomplishment and pleasure when his prey squirmed in his maw or slipped into his stomachs. The thoughts about his recent meals vanished just like the cloud he had turned them into and the happy orca set out to do the same thing to another batch of prey. He was definitely not hungry in the literal sense but with his first two stomachs working on nothing but bones, he was inclined to get a refill.
 
As he made his way closer to the island he heard panicked voices and if he had the necessary muscles he would have a broad smile all over his face now. The orca took in a deep breath of air and dove down into the darkness, using his dark back as camouflage against the rocks at the bottom and the shade cast by around thirty meters of water.
“How is that shark still hungry? You said he was full after three.” piped a young seal voice, shaking with fear.
“He used to be but he just won’t stop growing. Just focus on getting away from his killing zone.” The slightly more composed deeper voice was probably the mother of the first one, telling Martin that they were probably heading for the rocks outcrop he had slept behind on his first night here. Having a good memory of his surroundings Martin knew how to intercept them even if they were barely visible from his current position. While is sleepy but content mind had felt a sliver of compassion for those incredible preys, his feeding instincts kicked in now and the first thought on his mind was that the best way to get his breakfast was to attack from below and devour the mother in front of her pups so they will fall into complete chaos.
Martin sped up a little while trying to stay utterly silent. He slipped right under the group of three seals. One big enough to give his gullet a workout, the two trailing behind constituting easy snacks. He was rather proud of his body and his ability to maintain it to the point that the consumption of two seal pups at thirty kilos each was entertainment more than anything else to him. With his mostly empty stomach taking the lead in decision making, the knowledge of the suffering and death he was about to inflict was about as relevant and distant to him as a storm on the far side of the next continent.
 
Imitating what that shark had probably been doing all night long, Martin then pushed his body upwards. He felt how his tail muscles strained to accelerate his newly increased mass, how his body heated up faster since less warmth could leak through his thickened blubber. All of this made him more convinced that he wanted one thing: More.
He aimed right for the lead seal, only giving rapid clicks of his sonar when he was so close she slipped from his vision. This attack needed to be perfect… and it was. A split second after opening his jaws, Martin felt the rich blubbery body of his first course impacting his teeth. From the squishy feeling and the slight but sudden deceleration of his much heavier body he could tell that the seal was caught on his teeth in ten different places, even before he tasted any blood.
His body rose out of the water, the seal sideways stuck in his jaws, her head and flippers dangling freely as her lower half was already encased by his jaws. As he seemed to almost stop midair for a second, giving his prey a nice view of what the world looked like seven meters above the surface, he was almost sure he could see the shark turn a seal into a reddish patch of water somewhere. In any case there were a lot of birds circling a particular spot right next to the kelp again.
The next thing was, that even with such a violent impact and teeth as long as his, he was not hearing any scraping of them on the seal’s bones meaning she was a healthy and girthy one. Perfect for his breakfast.
 
When Martin landed back in the water with a colossal splash that could be heard for miles, the seemingly knocked out his prey. Not minding the lack of a struggle since he needed to hurry up so he could devour her kids next, he worked his tongue over her limp body and pulled her into his throat tail first. He had to really push and suckle on her firmly to make his gullet widen to the girth needed to engulf her, actually she was not much slimmer than the white shark he had had on his way here or the bottlenose dolphins which were probably his all time favourites. He wondered if he was really just eating one seal at the moment or if he was slurping down the next batch of pups along with her. In any case she was utterly scrumptious and sure enough her tasty entourage was making the mistake of sticking together and turning around while running from a busy orca maw, potentially towards an empty sharky one.
The orca was still busy swallowing their mother when he started to pursue them, taking only one or two unnecessary seconds to pause and relish in the sensation of her big soft body rushing down his throat and landing in his forestomach right on the splintered bones of her many predecessors. He was sure she was calling out to her little ones to do something smarter than trying to outspeed something three times faster than them and a week ago he would have surely heard it too. But as it was, his new layers of blubber sealed away the desperate mother’s voice as his guts commenced her digestion.
Luckily for Martin the white shark was busy elsewhere and he could take his dessert at his leisure. The first one he decided to slurp down quickly, simply grabbing it in his maw, pulling it in with one well practised slurp of his tongue. One easy gulp was all it took and thirty kilos or so of meat were added to his belly. The second one was getting more of a teasing however. Martin swam up to it, opening his maw widely, so it cast a shadow on his prey. The seal could see the yellow teeth, the backs of the yellow teeth, while a hot soft tongue gently caressed its belly.
“Please don’t eat me. I don’t want to die. I want my mom.” the desperate seal squeaked as its flippers reached the back of Martin’s tongue and kissed the still shut entrance to his gullet.
“You can have one or the other, not both.” teased the orca. “Let me pick for you.”
Then he pushed his tongue back and up with his maw still open. His prey got to see the light growing distant and then cut off entirely as it was plunged into his gullet. This one was a bit lighter than the second one, but food was food and in terms of entertainment this one simply won out of the three he had consumed. With a happy victorious chirp, Martin voiced his joy at the feeling of soft seal bodies crashing inside his once more busy forestomach.
“Now let’s see what this shark was up to.” he mumbled to himself, remembering the glimpse of red and the birds he had seen from the air.
 
 
On his way to the -not so- mysterious patch, Martin did not encounter any further seals apart from the ones he was currently digesting. When he arrived at the spot where he had seen the carnage from the air, he knew why.
Small fish and sea birds were gorging themselves on little scraps of flesh, or smaller lengths of seal guts which had been spilled when the shark doubtlessly cut one of his preys to pieces. The abundance of small fish, which were of no concern to the orca, had lured in a few interesting avian snack options though. When stealing from white sharks or arriving after they had reduced a seal or dolphin to shreds and an oil slick like the one just above him now, Martin had frequently snacked on a gull or two. His best run had been four at once, but that had been mostly luck. This time however there was a belican lazily paddling around and scooping up careless greedy fish that were more interested in feeding than surviving.
Martin took his time, going for an approach that was unnecessarily elaborate but would entertain him the most. The orca positioned himself vertically under the clueless bird and then slowly rose up, his cavernous maw wide agape. Sure enough the Pelican noticed that something was wrong when yellow teeth and pink flesh started to rise all around it. When the prey inevitably tried to flap its wings and flee, Martin merely pressed down on it with his tongue and swallowed. There was a bit of a crunch as his muscular tongue and strong gullet did a few very unsavoury things to the lightweight bones in the pelican’s wings, but the bird and a small helping of fresh air landed in his forestomach anyway, allowing the seals to remain breathing for a dreadful while longer. What surely caused extended suffering and terror to his prey was only registered as an increased amount of pleasant wigging inside his busy gut by the happy orca who headed back towards the kelp wall of the island to resume his feast. He knew the colony’s supply of pinnipeds would run out eventually and then he had another 5 week journey ahead of him and probably could not rely on a white shark of just the right size falling asleep in front of his jaws again.
 
Thanks to the utter chaos caused between an insatiable orca and the local greedy white shark, the seal colony was in total disarray. Most of the caring and involved parents of the tasty little seals had already been digested or were on their way there and unable to compete with their more experienced brethren a lot of the especially vulnerable ones ended up foraging outside of the kelp. Two of such seals ended up finding their way inside Martin’s maw and as usual were swallowed whole and alive like blubber flavoured candy. The two bodies made only a small impression on the moderately stuffed and greedy cetacean but the same almost gentle gulp that got them where they now were made all the difference for the doomed seals.
 
“Pete? Where are you? Is that you?” cried Mina as she tried to get her bearings in a dark, foul smelling space that convulsed all around her and the partially digested animals she was resting on.
“I am right here. Is that your flipper?” her brother replied, nudging something, recoiling in shock when he felt softening flesh just sloughing off whatever he hat stubbed and building up on his snout like toothpaste. The reply of the seal underneath him was a long, pained groan and some wiggling, letting him know that even in this state, his poor brethren were not even dead yet. He just gasped, going mad with terror and turning around as best he could, trying to claw his way back into the sphincter he had entered through. At least that was what he thought he was pushing on.
The first sign that he was heading the wrong way was that the valve opened before him and allowed the young male to push his snout into a tight slimy connection. This was not the roomy throat he had entered through and it was not leading back out. Not for creatures that intended to stay solid at least. Instead he was hit right in the face with a new torrent of fresh digestive juices. He was just able to close his eyes and nostrils firmly as hot acid splashed over his head, soaking through his fur and burning on his skin. But as if that was not alone, it was not just liquids in there. Among the mess flooding into the forestomach were badly eroded shark teeth that had been staying in the acid bath for some time now, along with a few crumbled bones. Pete had been playfully bitten by other seals often enough that the left half of a lower jaw much like his own felt eerily familiar when it landed on his snout.
 
“Oh you want to explore my stomach further?” came a maliciously amused voice from all around the stomach.
“Pete, what are you doing?” cried his sister, but it was too late. The whole forestomach convulsed violently, pushing the little male right through that opening. Accompanied by the desperate cries of his sister, the lamentations of his fellow digestees and something of a moan from the predator he now inhabited, Pete was forced into Martin’s main stomach. Even before he was halfway in, the seal got his already burning face dunked into a solid pool of acids. When he fully arrived he realised where he was. The walls were slimy and slick, unlike the rough ones that were grinding on his sister and the others and to his utter shock he found this pool to be big enough to kind of swim around in. He did not know that it was premade juices to be used in moderation to speed up the process of the forestomach or that he would actually take longer to break down because of where he was now. He simply wanted to go back to his sister, or better yet back outside. He definitely did not want to die alone in the second stomach.
By the time he runs out of air, Pete will be seeing Mina and the other seals again, when they join him for chemical digestion. However none of them would be remotely recognizable anymore by then because Martin’s forestomach took its job very seriously.
 
 
After a few more minutes of content swimming and enjoying the gentle massage he felt from all the sealife fighting for their lives in both of his larger stomach cavities, Martin actually did meet the shark responsible for a lot of missing seals and his avian snack.
“You again? Aren’t you fish supposed to go for a while without feeding?” snarled Martin and swam after the shark, aiming to drive him away from his snack bar. There was a bit of room in his belly after all and even if there was not, he probably needed less than twenty minutes to grind up and pump out one or two seals worth of flesh, given the rate his forestomach was going at.
 
“You mean sharks, I suppose.” corrected the great white and slowly turned just enough to look back at the approaching orca and let Martin see a small bulge shooting down from his frighteningly effective jaws until it vanished between his pectoral fins. This pose gave the orca a good view at two divergent rows of deep old scars which ran along both sides of the shark’s back. They were unlike anything Martin had seen on any creature before.
“We do indeed. Once we are full. Or full enough. I will be gone for a week or two, so you and your blubbery friends can fill up and leave. Or come and visit me, if you want to find out at which depth your funny breathing apparatus collapses.”
 
Martin was at a loss for words for once. He had never been teased by a shark before and he would have thought himself to be the kind of bull that would retaliate by eating such an offender or at least giving them a good beating with his massive fluke, but at the same time the shark was leaving and he had a long time of undisturbed feeding to look forward too. As the shark disappeared silently, Martin noticed something else. He had mentioned his “friends” but he always travelled alone. He was podless after all.
 
That was when Martin heard a high pitched chirp directly from below him, noticing that he was no longer the only orca around. He turned upside down in a playful manner, his subconscious figuring out that the voice greeting him was female and that he should make a good impression before his mind was even done registering that he had been tracked.
“So full you cannot even curl up properly?” chuckled the sweet and warm female voice from underneath him. She sounded fairly amused and a little flirtatious too, making Martin’s heartbeat accelerate.
“I am fairly stuffed, but there is always room for more.” he replied proudly, levelling his body out a few meters above her to give her a good view at the extent of his size. Right under him was a curiously gazing, pretty large orca cow, holding a dead spiny dogfish square in her maw. As she mimicked his presentation of his body, he also got a lovely view at her sleek healthy curves and the very exotic swirling patterns of her eye- and saddle patches.
“I have never seen an orca with such unusual patches before.” he complimented her and forgot completely about his hunt, focussing entirely on her, much to the luck of the hungry seals who had been hiding in the kelp until now.
 
“And I have never seen a bull with so many bite marks on him.” she replied, her voice drooling with flirtatious sultriness that caused Martin’s genital slit to swell outwards slightly. He was pretty sure he had good chances with her.
“My name is Twist, by the way. My pod sent me out here to check on all the loud splashes we heard. I found…. A few snacks on the way up.”
“My name is Martin, pleased to meet you. And yes, if you caught one of those deep sea sharks you definitely travel far down.”
“My pod often dives during migrations. Far off shore there is simply more food further down.”
“Oh yes, tell me about it. I tried to stay near the surface to go faster and almost starved until I came across a sleeping juvenile white shark.”
“Oh no, you didn’t!”
“I did. Swallowd him whole and alive. But he bit me quite a lot before I could line him up with my throat.” Martin explained, loving how utterly intrigued she was to hear about that incident. If Twist was excited by predatory prowess, Martin really had good chances with her.
“Speaking of white sharks, did you meet the big scarred male that just left the island?” Martin continued.
“Oh him? Grumpy, burly and two rows of scars on the back? That is Gash. He kind of lives here and occasionally gets in the way. My pod tried to kill him on five occasions over three years. We kind of gave up afterwards and silently agreed to ignore each other.”
 
Martin rolled on his side, showing her the large bite mark on his belly, ‘accidentally’ giving her a great view at his full gut. When she was done ogling the deep tooth marks in his blubber, she did what he hoped she would and slowly moved closer, pinging his busy stomach with her soar.
The next thing he heard from Twist was an unfiltered horny gasp and he could see loins flushing pink even from his slightly elevated position.
“They are alive?! So many too. And how did you get a seal into your main stomach, I… I can see it moving, swimming in your digestive juices. This is incredible.”
“I was always a bit greedy. The pod I grew up in used to share sharks and rays but the elders always had to live in agony, especially during feeding, due to the wear on their teeth. I found a way around this by swallowing meals whole, but was eventually ousted for being too selfish.”
“Is that why you look so beaten up?”
“Yup. When you have to do all the work yourself it kind of happens. I actually ended up copying half of my hunting methods from sharks while roaming the ocean.”
 
At this point in the conversation Twist was slowly moving under Martin, rolling belly to belly with him and giving him a quick look at her flushed and swollen slit as she rose up to meet him belly to belly. Now that her intent to mate with him was so abundantly clear, Martin grew equally aroused, his two meters of warm tapered malehood spilling from his slit like a hungry pink snake.
“This will do nicely.” Twist chirped and slid along Martin’s underside, her smooth soft skin rubbing along his aroused member until her incredibly malleable slit simply devoured his mating tool with obvious expertise that made Martin a little jealous of her obviously fulfilled sex life. Within moments he was completely engulfed in her hot swollen softness, feeling her eager sex massaging all over him as the two f them thrusted into eachother. He did notice that his flexible tip met resistance a little early in her and was forced to curl up, showing him that she had all intention to not get impregnated and keep his seed back, but that was no big issue for him.
 
“Show me what you can do. Eat this while we fuck.” moaned the very excited cow, spitting out her hard earned catch and twisting some to get a good view at Martin’s maw making short work of the hardly one meter long shark.
 
Martin was barely able to think of anything other than thrusting into Twist. Even understanding her simple instructions was hard in his state of pent up, desperate arousal as velvety flesh caressed all two meters of his cock. But when he felt her using her body’s grip on his malehood on one end and the nudge of her flippers on the other, lining him up with the carcass drifting before him, he was just about able to do what she asked.
His mind was more focussed on the cow’s incredibly skilled inner walls clenching down on his massive fleshy rod than on the familiar taste of dogfish covering his tongue. He definitely preferred seals over something so light and so abrasive, but he slurped the dead shark up all the same. A casual undulation of his tongue pulled the whole body into his cavernous maw right before a deep yearning moan from under him pushed him onwards to swallow. With a painful sting the dogfish’s defensive spike embedded itself in the back of Martin’s maw, since he was too distracted to swallow carefully. With a soft, barely noticeable sound and a soft contraction only someone pressed right up to him could notice, Martin consumed the treat Twist had brought him.
“Gosh to think I used to chew these. This is so much sexier.”
“Better for your teeth too.”
“Yes, but -of fuck I am close- promise me to swallow something alive for me.”
“Do I get more of this treatment if I do?”
“More? I will milk you until you beg me to stop if you join my pod’s own little feeding frenzy and make a good show for me.”
 
As the two massive cetaceans enjoyed each other's company very intensely, all of the six stomachs between them were busy processing huge amounts of sea life. Dead or alive, distinguishable or not, or utterly obliterated and liquefied, all of it was being churned around in their huge stomachs as they mated. In fact all the thrusting of more or less solid food items in them was not just causing them to pass through the two separate digestive tracts more quickly, it caused the orcas to burn enough energy during their mating that just for this another seal or two would get eaten today. The spiny dogfish Martin had swallowed did in turn not even suffice for him to recover the ten liters of semen he pumped into Twist when they shared an intense, long lived climax.
 
“Remember, do not swallow things without letting me watch, while we are here.” commanded Twist in a teasing voice as Martin’s spent cock shrank back out of hers and into his slit. The blissfully happy bull watched her turn around and head back to fetch her pod, leaking all the semen she rejected, no matter how eagerly she had milked it from him.
“This will be the nicest seal season of all times.” he chirped after her, eagerly awaiting her return.