Art is a request from: https://www.furaffinity.net/user/ghostofyourdad
Story is a commission I wrote for Dosfin

There are worse ways to go
(chasing, sex, soft vore, digestion)

Devy felt her swimming muscles burn as she cut through the waters at the top of her speed. She pushed back the growing ache of her body and utterly ignored the beauty of the sun rays playing with the choppy water surface and the dancing lights illuminating her. All she cared for was the spinner dolphin she was chasing after and the thrill of hunting one of her distant cousins, more or less. Her eternally greedy stomach demanded her fellow dolphin’s presence and its vote greatly outweighed any discomfort she felt.
Usually she got away with sneaking up to other dolphins, maybe fucking them for a while as an elaborate greeting, as dolphins do, and then slurp down their tail as soon as they try to leave. This one had seen through her however and a hunt ensued. The spinner was not bad, using its much lighter weight to turn sharper than Devy could but when she started using a trick she copied from sharks she narrowly escaped, the inevitable demise of her designated lunch became obvious.
“Please stop. I need air.” begged the little dolphin who could evade her maw but not get around her proud massive frame to actually reach the surface. Any attempt would immediately allow her to scoop up his tail and devour him.
“I can swallow air for you once you are in my belly.” Devy teased and kept blocking his way to the surface. She was bigger and faster and had much larger lungs. They both knew that and she smirked as she noticed him growing slower as he ran out of steam.
“Please. I have no idea what weird game this is but let me breathe.” the spinner continued, sounding as if the exhaustion alone was about to kill him.
“Only if you agree to be a good boy and let me eat you. If you run I will just run you down again and digest you alive. Good boys get to have some fun before feeding me. And to pass out before my stomach melts their faces.”


With just seconds on the clock the spinner had no choice but to agree. He had never heard of a bottlenose dolphin eating one of his kind. She was not even three times his length, closer to double, so there was no way in the seven seas that she could fit him into her throat, let alone her forestomach. A bottlenose dolphin roleplaying as an orca or something to force a smaller dolphin into drowning himself out of fear in order to get a weird kick out of his death, that sounded very plausible, given what passed as entertainment for her kind.
“Yes! I won’t resist. Just… air.” he wheezed and finally went for the surface, submitting himself to her mercy and failing to see her slit already being surrounded by a faint pink hue. To his great luck the bottlenose let him pass undisturbed and as soon as his melon broke through the surface he started panting, shooting spray high up into the air and sucking soothing oxygen into his burning lungs, unable to observe his surroundings as his body fulfilled its most basic need.
As his lungs were flushed with air a few times, his blowhole finally stopped feeling like a pinhole restricting the life saving air from rushing in. It was then when he felt something new, peasant and warm. Before he realised that he had lost track of his supposed predator, the soft warmth caressing his genital slit caused it to bulge and then allowed his smooth tapered cock to spill from it a second later.
“Ohh this feels nice.” he huffed, feeling like he deserved this after the horror of the chase and his near death experience.
“I am glad you like it. I told you I treat good food well.” replied the same voice which had taunted and labelled him “Snack” just moments before. He shuddered and even though it really burned, he turned to the side and shuddered some more as he saw the bottlenose slightly over twice his length, vertical in the water and licking over his shaft. The sight of her pointy teeth around his erection was fairly concerning, but his subconscious disagreed vehemently, as shown by the little puff of murky pre he shot into her maw.
“So, was this just some freaky foreplay?” he asked, too exhausted and too aroused to create the accusing tone he had wanted.
“Something like that.” giggled the other dolphin and swam underneath him, belly up.
“I will hold off on eating you as long as you pleasure me. I know you are small but your kind is very energetic, show me it is not just about size. If you get me off I promise not to swallow any air after consuming you.”
There was this weird teasing again. It really did not work on him at all, but he had to admit her sultry voice, presented body and profoundly pleasant oral greeting were more than making up for it. And wherever this chase had taken him, he definitely had nothing better to do than fucking that weird strange bottlenose.

“So, I need to fuck my way off your menu?” he asked, trying to sound teasing and getting his fully erect member lined up with her slit. When he found it she proved to be soft as a feather and smooth as silk, telling him she was both well fed and incredibly aroused.
“That is very unlikely but go ahead and try. I had a spinner some years back who almost managed to do that. Though he let me digest his mate first.” she chirped back. The unpleasant thoughts her speech brought to his mind were luckily entirely suppressed by the much more important sensation of her sex eagerly welcoming him. While he was one of the larger males for his kind, she had all right to call him small, given how his cock seemed to just vanish in her slit. He was worried for a second until he heard her moan deeply and feel the smooth muscular walls clinging to him tightly.
“Come on, Snack. Breed me.” she huffed, filling his heart and testicles with hot eagerness. He too forgot about how much his muscles should be aching right now as he started to undulate his tail to fill the ocean with the slapping sounds of their copulation and her with all he had to offer.
As soon as his cock took over all the decision making, the spinner dolphin found his current situation a lot more pleasant. When he plunged into his freaky bottlenose lover, he sunk in so much more effortlessly than he was used to from partners his own size. Her continued clenches made things very exciting nonetheless and he loved being able to slap his tail against his lover without any complaints or issues. If anything she seemed to encourage it.
“Am I off your menu now?” he asked, panting as he thrusted into her as much as his tail muscles allowed, feeling his slit growing pleasantly sore as it repeatedly hit hers and those curious little pelvic fins he had never felt on any other dolphin before.
“Oh, Snack, I am just warming up. But you are doing well. Just keep going.” she replied, sounding so much sweeter and warmer now compared to when she was hunting him. This gave him the impression he had really just fallen for a sick prank but with how her convulsing sex was massaging over his pistoning cock, it felt like a good deal now.
“You are close, I can feel it. Just release in me, catch some air and repeat.” she huffed.
The male was a bit uncertain. He definitely suspected more shenanigans or some kind of punishment if he did not get her off. But the more he aroused and stimulated her, the softer and wider her slit seemed to become. Going several times was probably necessary. Whether this was just an excuse to ejaculate over twenty centimeters deep into her or not quickly became irrelevant as he chirped in orgasm. His smoothly tapered curved member bucked inside its soft heated confinement while firm jets of runny semen shot into the bottlenose dolphin. It had been some time since his member had fit into a mate without curling up at the end of her folds and to him it was exotic to feel himself and his load just getting lost in her sex. The lingering impression of being ever so slightly inadequate, despite her moans, was a strange turn on for the spinner. It was the most dolphin challenge to try and get off a female several times his weight.

Devy felt him unloading into him and cherished the sensation of the warm fluid slickening her folds even further. The little valves which guarded her cervix were tightly closed since she had no intentions of letting him pass on his genes to her. Only his calories. But he was much too short to feel it, so she could keep pretending to want a calf from him. It often made her snacks fuck a lot harder.
“You earned some more air, that is for sure, but the way off my menu is still long.” she teased as she pulled away, her insides clenching softly to return to their normal shape and expelling his unused seed as a messy white cloud. She turned to watch his load dissipate into the ocean, smirking to herself imagining how she would do exactly that to him, to his whole body. The cloud would just be larger and a different colour.
“Now that your seed is in me, I should tell you my name. I am Devy.” she chirped as she went to the surface herself.
“Like the cannibal dolphin from the stories?” she heard him reply in an amused voice as if her name made him more convinced he was safe somehow.
“Yes, just like her.” she replied, playing with his unfounded sense of security.
“Anyway, my name is Jake. And I will be the first spinner to fuck his way off your menu.” he added eagerly.
“You can certainly tr..” the last bit of her word morphed into a deeply needy chirp when she felt her sensitive folds being parted again. Her first thought was that he had recovered amazingly fast, but then she noticed that the object spreading her was too cool, too hard and way too thick.
“Are you facefucking me?” she moaned, as if she did not know already. His reply was what she had hoped for, a firm push from his tail and more of his rostrum entering her body. With their long beaks and not too blunt melons, spinner dolphins were heavenly gifted when it came to giving head. All of it in some cases. But at close to two meters length he was a bit big to sink his head into her sex entirely. Instead she felt the start of his melon spreading her folds and then getting stuck. This time reaching the valves at the end of her tunnel. Luckily he could not spew semen from his maw.
More importantly however, he opened his jaws ever so slightly and Devy felt his tongue dancing around her cervix now, clenching down in bliss as the surprising feeling sent her over the edge. Violently. The muscular ring softened and squirmed, suckling on his tongue and trying to suck in semen that was not there. But she gave him something instead, in the shape of some viscous slime meeting and coating his rostrum as she was shaken by a tremendous orgasm.
Devy’s whole body shivered and it took her a while to get full control over it again. Had her lover been smart, he could have escaped her quite easily as she was busy cumming her brains out. A warm surge originating in her loines marched up her spine to her brain and, to her pleasant surprise, seemed to echo back and forth a few times. By the time Jake pulled out of her, Devy’s slit was still agape and trailing some of her mess. She was fairly satisfied but after a peak like this and the absence of seed in her womb, her insides felt a little cheated, instantly reigniting her greed.
She turned around, looking at him with the same hunger as before, but there was also some admiration shining in her eyes.

“Am I off the menu now?” he asked with a proud little smirk.
She almost wished he had fled and given her an excuse to spare him, but she was too experienced to pretend that her stomach would not feel painfully empty as soon as her arousal wore off.
“You just got to the top of my ‘to breed’ list.” she replied eagerly and swam over to him and turned around again, rubbing her empty belly along his tasty one.
“Get your cock back into me. We will see about the rest of you when we are done.”

It turned out that the second mating went even better than the first one. Jake had recovered well, while his beak job had given his malehood a lot of time to prepare for its second turn. Devy seemed was pleased with his performance but compared to what he had done with his rostrum, she hardly felt him. When the second load failed to produce a decent plume of expelled seed as well, she had one more reason to not regret her decision to keep him as part of her diet. After all, every dolphin had a fuckable head.
“How was this?” Jake asked.
For once she was so glad a male gave her this line.
“Good enough to eat.” she snickered and curled her body tightly. With her stomach entirely hollow, she could bend very narrowly and her much broader tail shoved him forwards to her upwards curving head. A head that was now essentially split in half, revealing a deep pink maw ending with a frighteningly huge shark-like gullet.
“Hey, what are you doing?” came the chirping voice of her lover, but Devy only replied with a firm gulp. Her tongue slipped under his chest and soaked up his wonderful taste. Fellow dolphins were simply the best food she knew. Her conical teeth pushed into his hide unable to harm him as they were bluntened by her surprisingly shark heavy diet. His calls were now muffled by her thick throat as his body slipped inside her throat. How she loved the sensation. Life, squirming dolphin entering her body in this wonderfully complete manner. When his flippers slipped into her gullet and his dorsal fin folded flat against her palette, he grew more talkative.
“Hey, can you stop this please? There is no way my middle fits into your throat. I am nearly half your girth.”
“Oh wanna bet?” she replied, lapping her tongue over his form left and right, opening her maw again while swallowing. Her peristalsis rolled over his sleek form like an avalanche, gripping his bent fins like handles and dragging him further along her now bulging throat. His belly was in her maw now and one swallow later it was in her throat.
“You were saying?”
“Erm… new problem. I am in your forestomach now. How do you expect me to fit if I am here already?”
“Oh I don’t have a forestomach, Snack. You will see.”
“What do you mean?”
“The Devy from your stories, is she a normal dolphin?”
“No, she’s some freaky shark hybrid but that is just something you tell the calves so they behave.”
“Then you have nothing to worry about.” giggled Devy before clenching a few muscles in her belly. The rough walls of her stomach gripped their new friend tightly as the pseudo stomach connected to them opened its valve and gushed about a liter of hot acids and enzymes right over Jake’s head, causing the burning liquid to pool in his blowhole and run over his eyes and into his maw.
“What was that?! It burns.”
“That was my not-forestomach doing its thing.” she sang giddily and swallowed again, getting the bulkiest part of his body well into her throat and moaning as she felt his squirming weight entering her belly properly. Her stomach was already expanding, her whole belly was next and she felt the warm tingle of the acids going to work. It was bliss.
Now Jake started to properly panic but all he managed to do was make Devy giggle as she merely relaxed and let his twisting and undulating tail do all the work in consuming him. Her throat merely had to return to its original shape as the spinner dolphin basically passed himself through.
“Mhh~ you were the most cooperative meal I have had in months. Thank you for that.” she said, fully ignoring the panicked pleas coming from her busy stomach.
“Don’t spoil the mood now. Begging won’t save you. I suggest you enjoy your slide while you can. You won’t feel much of the digestion with how worn out you are already.” she mused as his lower tail entered her maw and she expertly drew her tongue over his genital slit. Sure he was far from aroused now, as most dolphins were while being digested alive, but she simply had to kiss that cute cock of his goodbye, as a kind of participation award before sending it and its container -meaning Jake- on its way to become her next bowel movement.
“Oh you were right, you do not fit.” she mumbled in the end when his head bumped into the bottom of her stomach and his fluke was still in her beak, its tips sticking out to either side of her jaws.
By then Jake only had enough energy left for some last words.
“I should have run.” he mumbled weakly.
“You should have.” Devy agreed while her guts doused him in another gush of digestive fluids. “But there are worse ways to go.”
She pushed his fluke up to her palette with her tongue for that all too familiar final shudder as he drowned in her stomach before she swam back up to the surface.

There was one big drawback to her solitary lifestyle and that was that there was no one around to take care of her needs when the demise of her latest boytoy turned her on again. But she would cool down again eventually. Maybe in an hour or so, because her mind was still playing back the memory of Jake’s wonderful head action, while that same appendage was marinating in warmed hydrochloric acid and pepsin while being ground down by her rough stomach walls. Before she was even done thinking about how hot it had been to play with him, her intestines were already swelling up with melted dolphin meat. The groans and sloshes of her distinctly swollen belly were her theme tune as Devy drifted aimlessly along the surface, simply enjoying her fullness and the luxury of not having to hunt for possibly a week, something any feral predator would envy her for. Eventually a series of pops and squelches announced the disintegration of his Torso, allowing her churning guts to pack Jake into a more convenient shape.
“Goodbye little fella. See you on the other side… of me.” she giggled to herself as she felt his fluke folding at the back of her maw and slipping into her gullet to never be seen again. Not in solid dolphin form at least.

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