Sol’s birthday gift ch.1: Dos learns essential orca skills
(soft vore, digestion)
 
“What?! You never had one?” Sol chirped incredulously, looking at the bottlenose dolphin around half his size.
“What can I say? They never struck my old self as prey and after that I have been busy elsewhere. I just did not get a chance to really hunt one.”
“By the time we got to the meeting spot, Sol and I had eaten so many blue sharks it is a wonder we are still black and white.” replied Martin, Sol’s father and the larger one of the two orcas.
“But you weigh around ten times as much as me”
“Twenty.”
“... well, yes. So you need such huge meals to get around. For me it would be more of a special occasion. One week’s nutrients in one shark shaped package.”
“Oh I long for that time…”
“What do you mean, dad?” asked Sol, who thoroughly enjoyed that fun exchange about their various predatory exploits.
“Well, getting around a whale week fueled by one little blue shark. If I were to make these ocean crossing trips without losing hundreds of kilos each time, I would have to eat around four of those. Every. Single. Day. Unless one of you tasty reforming snacks could supply me with enough meat. Shark kind would thank you for it”
“Dad, if your daily need is four blue sharks, maybe losing some weight is just what you need.” Sol chuckled before Dos could wrap his head around just how extreme the energy demand of a big orca bull was and he smirked inwardly when the thought of having that demand pointed at him aroused him slightly.
“Besides, if we fed you, we would come back way later and hungry. You promised me you would get me to cocos in time for my birthday.” Sol added.
All three had a good giggle at this joke and proceeded on their journey through a brightly lit but turbulous ocean. They did occasionally encounter smaller groups of mostly medium sized fish. Those were great fuel for all three of Dos’ stomachs, but for the two orcas it was a constant source of contemplation because the question whether a few mackerels were even worth the exertion of accelerating their multi-ton bodies was frequently hard to answer. But the bigger two were staunchly convinced that the tiresome journey was going to be worth it. At the end of it laid, what sounded to Dos like some kind of marine predator promised land. A volcanic island covered in coral reefs, teeming with rich fish life. And for those who were not on the menu of tiger sharks it was essentially a buffet. Sadly for the orcas it tended to be far too warm for their liking most of the year, so their timing needed to be right. After all, the local sea life had to replenish hundreds of kilos of blubber lost in getting there and then some.
“So, how exactly do you guys survive this if you just swim past most of the fish we find?” asked Dos, who was pretty eager to actually give those blue sharks a try but also tried to not rush the orcas who seemed to have more trouble than him in managing their energy household.
“Starvation.” they replied in unison. “That and the occasional blue shark, or an oceanic whitetip here and there.”
Before Dos could ask about something that was on his -and his cock’s- mind, Martin answered the unasked question.
“And there was this pod of common dolphins who had a really bad accident when they crashed into our stomachs.” he added, his son joining in the chuckling.
“Maybe that is why we have not turned blue yet? But jokes aside, we mostly conserve energy where we can and wait for an opportunity to go for larger prey that also traverses the open ocean.”
“I wish I could have seen that. Once we got the blue shark ticked off, I would not mind being taken on a little dolphin hunt. I can fit some of those smaller species quite well.”
Martin whistled in amazement and Sol moved in close, nudging Dos’ empty belly and teased him some more.
“Is that my greed that rubbed off on you while your spirit was in me, or is this something you picked up from the bull sharks you said you ate on the way to your otter girl?” he asked, giving that delicious bottlenose dolphin belly a warm lick.
“Both?” replied Dos, who was pretty sure the shark pups he devoured simply left his body again after they were done fueling it.
 
“Alright, but seriously now, we are all hungry now, aren’t we?” Martin asked and the other two were visibly relieved at him mentioning that issue.
“I suggest we go for a little dive and see what we can find. I scanned the water below while you were playing around and got some mushy feedback.”
“Squid? Good.” Sol replied and patted his belly with his flippers.
“Why are squid good now? I thought you went after big meaty things.”
“Squid are what the blue sharks hunt when they are out of mackerel. We just line up behind them to complete the food chain down there.” Sol explained, receiving a proud nod from his father since his lessons had taken so well.
 
The three hungry cetaceans started to dive down, each clicking their sonars to locate the squishy layer that hopefully was a dense group of squid. As they pushed deeper, leaving the light almost entirely behind them, they started to pick up more details and shapes.
“There they are, the fast moving solid things among the mush.” Martin said, basically ignoring what little his eyes still picked up. The deep water was not a very comfortable place with its cold darkness, but it was where the food was and he was used to diving even deeper if needed.
“Can the sharks still see?” Dos asked curiously, scanning around for a smaller specimen he could fit down his throat. If the sharks were actually blind down here, he would have a huge advantage.
“Not really.” Sol replied. “When I used my whitetip reef shark form I could see in very dark water. I once hunted fish by sight on a moonless night at half this depth. And then there are all the other senses. Our best chance is to go after distracted ones, while the sharks feed. Our senses have more range so we can surprise them.”
“Worst case, we will run down a little one for you once we are full. They don’t have much stamina, but we might need to take turns to not run out of air.”
 
With their lunch all planned out, the orcas advanced and Dos stayed a little back to listen in and “watch” using his echolocation. The orcas each clicked their own sonars at a very high frequency and more or less continuously when they blindly swam towards the sonar reflections of a blue shark. Sol’s first one escaped narrowly and the young bull instead munched down a couple of squid which were just in his path before turning and trying again. Martin on the other hand had decades of experience in hunting these creatures, in darkness and otherwise, and it showed. His sonar suddenly closed and a shark gasp, followed by a desperate “Nonono!” showed everyone that he had caught one.
“Smaller than I would have liked, but you will do.” he chuckled at his shark and turned around, showing off to Dos as he swam up towards the gawking dolphin while lining up his struggling catch with his throat. He used his broad tongue to semi engulf the shark and then slide it head first into his greedy throat, where thousand other blue sharks had gone down before and with very few exceptions never returned from. All it took the huge bull was a few easy gulps and swallows to send roughly sixty kilos of shark down his throat and into his painfully empty belly which eagerly hugged the new arrival with the rough churning walls of his forestomach.
“How was it?” asked Dos, with audible excitement and awe at the swift consumption.
“Delicious.” Martin replied, already turning around. Dos did not really hear his reply, because now it was Sol’s sonar which suddenly stopped and both a cry of desperation and an elated chirp of success reached the dolphin. He could not stay back and just watch, he had to get in there. The blue sharks who had already eaten their fill were busy escaping into the darkness and of course those bigger fuller ones were the ones Martin and Sol went for. This left the smaller ones who had to wait their turn as was custom among sharks. And the small ones were just the right size for Dos.
Leveraging what he had been told by his friends and his experience hunting bull shark pups in the clear Caribbean waters, he went for the smallest shark he could find among the squid. He clicked it with his sonar, finding out it was a young female. He was amused by how he could stalk her, watch her slender body elegantly whip around as she snapped up little squid and swallowed them laboriously. Dos could see right into her slowly filling stomach, while she had no clue she was scheduled to visit his in mere seconds. She seemed to be really keen on using this opportunity to gorge her barely over a meter long body and the next time she caught something, Dos made his move. Undulating his tail with a lot but not all of his force, the dolphin accelerated noisily. His sonar clicks grew more rapid as he closed in on his target. Busy stuffing another squid down her throat, the shark took a long time to notice him. Too long, but all the same his first snap at her tail failed and he just got slapped in the face instead. Those dermodenticles covering her skin left some deep scratches on his, but nothing compared to what his forestomach will do to her soon.
“Go away!” she spat at the dolphin pursuing her, busy swallowing still but always bursting into a little sprint when he came too close.
“No. You go into my belly.” Dos replied playfully, seeing how she was clearly not as fast as he was. Using his top speed and bulk, he would run her down eventually, even if it was going to be a close call oxygen wise. Another time the shark escaped him by feeling his bow wave and turning sharply but her muscles were growing sore and tired before Dos’ lungs did.
“Just leave me be.” she pleaded and Dos felt how his old self would have probably complied with her request. But his old self had been digested long ago. He was here, he had hunted her down with skill and tenacity. Her body was his to claim.
“This ends with you eaten. If not by me, then the orcas will have you as dessert.” Dos teased his prey, ignoring the occasionally rattling and suddenly stopping sonars of his friends. He was only focussed on her now. Again he made a push and she turned her pectoral fins sharply to escape, but the dolphin was fast this time and managed to grab her by the base of her caudal fin. She was pretty light and flexible for her length. Her slender body was going to be very cooperative towards his throat. Maybe that was why these were Martin’s favourite sharks?
“Let me go!” she snapped, struggling to struggle free but at over ten times her weight, she was hardly shaking Dos. She did however manage to bend almost in half and bite him in his upper belly as he tried to work his jaws around her tail properly. He only had little peg-like teeth where she had pointy daggers and serrated knives in her bottom and upper jaw respectively, but those would soon digest like the rest of her. Still the bite was painful and a puff of warm blood washed over the dolphin’s smooth skin.
“Behave!” he snapped at her and shook his head, getting her to let go and just drift before him disorientedly.
“Look! Dos caught one.” Martin chirped and Dos felt the clicks of his sonar penetrating his body as he hastily started to swallow as soon as his shark’s caudal fin had bent sufficiently to fit down into his throat. His warm muscles washed over her in firm peristalsis and his tongue slipped up and down her rough but delicious body. She tasted different from the bull sharks he knew. Less fishy in a way, maybe due to her squiddy diet. With her struggles weakened and an audience forming, Dos worked on consuming his catch. He turned to face the orcas, amusing them with how much he struggled with a little one. Martin’s forestomach now had a population of three and Sol was currently in the middle of slurping down an impressively large tail. Judging by the bulge gently distending his throat, the younger orca managed to catch a big pregnant female and was very casual about her consumption, more worried about missing the show than having trouble taking down a 150 kilo prey item.
When his focus returned entirely to his meal, Dos already worked his way over her pelvic fins and towards her belly. All the squid she worked hard to catch were going to be his as well, once his forestomach tore through her belly and stomach. Excitedly he worked so fast his throat and jaws ached more than the shark’s rough skin alone warranted. Dos was desperately determined now to get this shark down into his belly. Already the effect of his overpowering gullet and its heat showed alongside her fatigue. “Please! No…” she repeated here and there, her gills unable to filter enough oxygen from the water she was moving backwards inside a hungry dolphin rather than forwards. Slowly and laboriously Dos worked his jaws around her midsection. His rostrum folded her dorsal fin to the right and allowed the most challenging part to enter his throat while her caudal fin already pushed into his forestomach. The two orcas and their busy stomachs created some background noise, cheering him on as he consumed his first blue shark while they were already digesting their respective number 110 and 1824.
The bottlenose dolphin felt his forestomach expanding as the shark slipped lower. His throat widened to near painful dimensions and a clear bulge showed under his beaky lower jaw. Still his prey squirmed but only so weakly it was borderline helpful in overcoming the resistance of his body which was not designed to swallow meter long items whole -and in this case alive-. Bit by bit his foregut swelled to the side as the flexible blue shark was unable to resist the hungry cetacean’s belly’s urge to fold her up. Dos’ main stomach was getting pushed back as well as his new occupant became the star of his abdominal cavity. A faint smooth non betraying bulge formed at the height of his dorsal fin as the shark’s snout finally slipped off the back of his tongue, staring out into the black ocean, too exhausted to resist or voice her desperation. It was over, she had been preyed on. Consumed. If she did not accept this, she at the very least accepted the utter defeat of her body, by merit of it leaving her no other choice.
With a victorious clack, Dos snapped his jaws close and swallowed firmly, completing his meal. His maw and throat were scraped up sore in a hundred places, his belly was doming out slightly as it struggled to contain a difficult gastric task and his jaw muscles ached. In short: he felt accomplished.
“That was amazing!” all three of them chirped in unison before swimming upwards belly to belly and showing off their catches to one another’s sonars.
“I can’t believe I ate that whole shark.” Dos chirped excitedly. “You make it look so easy. So effortless. But it was actually painful to just eat her.”
“Once you get to my size, it becomes trivial.” Martin chuckled.
“I will not ever reach half your size. In any direction.”
“Well, sucks to be prey I guess.”
They all had a giggle and soon breached the surface, happy to finally grace their burning lungs with fresh air and relax. Now their bodies were fueled well. Dos for almost a week, the orcas for about a day. Then again, they each had around Dos’ weight in blubber stored on their flanks.
“Maybe next time you catch one, try flipping it on its back. They grow calm and so much easier to swallow. And if you swallow them head first their skin does not scrape you.” Sol explained to Dos. It turned out, there was a bit of an art to hunting sharks opposed to regular fish.
“I know, I know. But she was really hard to catch in the first place and I only had so much air and you guys were way below me feeding on the bigger ones. I had to make the kill in any way I could. If I find a smaller one, I will happily give them a look of my throat before pushing them through it. As for flipping them…. The struggles felt kind of nice.” Dos replied.
“Oh boy, he is going to go nuts over the whitetip reef sharks when we reach cocos. Just like you did, son.” Martin chuckled as the group resumed their journey and the big bull swam ahead, very happy with his full belly.
Next time Dos would try to make his shark meal more comfortable to himself. Sure those sharks were more conscious and capable of suffering than any old sardine, but the dolphin was really loving the accomplishment he felt during and after this hunt. It turned out, it was not just looking forwards to an incredibly eager otter pussy that was making him keen on swallowing sharks. It was the thrill of overcoming a challenge and proving himself as one of the ocean’s top predators.
“So, if you guys love watching me hunt so much… is there any chance I can get some belly rubs around here?” Dos asked, slapping his very full and busy gut with his flippers before Sol eagerly obliged him.
 
“Oh wow, I can still feel your prey squirming in there. Unless you have the wildest forestomach of all dolphins.” Sol chirped excitedly. He had never been able to play around with another big cetacean with a full belly like this before. His mother was adamant that nothing but herring and sardines were proper food and his father had such a huge stomach and blubber padding that something like a two meter blue shark simply disappeared inside him. Sure he had two of those in his belly himself right now, but it was just something else, something endearing in a weird sense to feel it on a slightly bloated dolphin belly.
“She is way more feisty than the tropical pups I am accustomed to. I thought she had given up minutes ago.” Dos said, unsure if she should be proud, happy, queasy or all at once.
“She is probably dead and it's just nerves firing now.” Martin explained from the front. “I think my foregut just folded and broke mine. I did not get a big round one like Sol”
“Yep, pretty sure I ate way more than one shark when I swallowed her.” the big young orca chirped proudly. “Don’t tell mom. She would scold me for consuming that one until the end of time.”
Dos chuckled. “That depends entirely on how well you rub my belly.”
Sol just smirked, went belly to belly with the dolphin and used both of his broad flippers to basically encompass Dos’ stomach and squeeze and rub over it. It definitely helped the rough lined gut to slowly grind the tough outer denticle layer off the shark Dos had eaten. His forestomach was big and it has seen a few sharks pass through before, even before he had merged spirits with Sol instead of reforming normally. But this one was the hardest one to break down at least since he had swallowed an adolescent copper shark years ago. Dos felt how the external help was aiding him in breaking down this tough prey while he chatted with the orcas who seemed to digest their much heavier shark meals with the same trivial ease as he would a belly full of salmon.
“So, does this bring us to Cocos?” he asked and patted his belly with his own more slender flippers.
“Does it fuel us until we reach it alive? Yes.” replied Martin before bending his busy midsection in a way he knew would tease a long hungry growl out of one of his three stomachs. “Would I prefer another filling like this before sunrise? Also yes.”
“I thought we were heading to Cocos to fatten up there, not on the way.” chuckled Sol and left Dos be just long enough to nib at his father’s noisily churning belly before returning to Dos, this time using his melon to rub the dolphin’s belly.
“Does it feel nice if I blow bubbles over you?” he asked and created a kind of whirlpool with his blowhole, getting a soothed chirp out of Dos.
“Ohh~ Do not stop, that feels so good.”
“What about your bite though? I could not see if it bled down there. Are you ok?”
“It is nothing. If I get really wounded you can just eat me and i'll pop back later.”
“Yes but… does it hurt?”
“A little, but you should have seen the other guy.”
The three cetaceans shared a hearty laugh before things calmed down, at least externally. Because their guts had a long busy afternoon ahead of them and the trio still had several hundred miles to cover.