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It was an accident, really. No one was to blame. Except, maybe, for the slippery fish. Two men were fishing on the pier. This was their regular Saturday thing. Cruise down to the pier, take the beer cooler out of the trunk, and spend the afternoon fishing. They rarely kept any of the fish. Toward the end of the afternoon, when there was nothing in the cooler but ice, maybe they'd drop a fish or two in if they caught something especially tasty. The rest of the day they'd pop the hook free and toss the fish back into the ocean. The local wildlife knew all about this sort of thing. They weren't the only fisherman who went to the pier to drink first and fish second. Seagulls and pelicans would dart after the smaller fish as they fell toward the water and otters, sea lions, seals and dolphins waited for the larger ones. Sometimes they even saw sharks. Otters would catch the fish and swim off to eat them, while the seals, sea lions and dolphins would swallow them right on the spot. Occasionally a big fish fed to a small predator would bulge out the sea mammal's neck as it went down, but down it went just the same. There were never enough fish for all the hungry mouths and arguments sprang up out in the water as to who got to eat what. To keep this from happening, the men would kneel on the dock and lower a fish by its tail, feeding their favorite sea beasts. The fish would thrash and squirm, looking down at a toothy maw and well aware that the next thing they'd experience is a short slide down a gullet into a waiting stomach. One knelt down as he had a hundred times before, lowering a fat fish towards the waiting maw of a dolphin. That's when it happened. The fish didn't just thrash when they were being fed to the local wildlife. They were just as unhappy flapping on a fishhook and he'd dropped this one on the pier before recovering it. He knelt on a slimy patch left by the fish, slipped, and hurtled headfirst into the maw of the dolphin. The fish went flying and escaped in the confusion. The other sea mammals were too busy staring at the scene and the dolphin had bigger fish to fry. It was hard to say who was more surprised. With a wet thump the man disappeared into the dolphin, stretching its beak wide and bulging out its neck. Its little inky aquatic eyes went wide and it gagged. The man for his part was scraped by dozens of little peg teeth as he went in. Though they weren't particularly sharp, they tore long slits in his T-shirt and left oozing scratches. He'd had one arm out in front of him holding the fish and it went down the dolphin's throat. The other was pinned to his side by the dolphin's beak and suddenly he was wrapped in inky darkness, his shirt stuck to him by gullet slime. The other man turned at the sudden cutoff yelp of surprise. Beer in one hand, fishing pole in the other, he blinked owlishly at the set of legs kicking from the dolphin's wide-open beak. "What the fuck," he said. Just then the dolphin gagged, trying to clear its throat. Though it breathed through its blowhole the bulk of a man in its gullet was uncomfortable. Dolphins can regurgitate objects just as most other animals can, and some who lack elastic jaws will toss a large meal repeatedly in and out of their jaws until they get it oriented perfectly for swallowing. Unfortunately for the man stuck in her mouth, this dolphin did have elastic jaws. The dolphin gagged, swallowed reflexively, and the man's legs disappeared into its gullet like a letter sliding into a mailbox. "Fuck no!" Shouted the second man. He dropped his beer and leapt forward to grab his friend's ankles. The dolphin only ate the first man out of surprise. Had she planned this from the start she could have swum off, swallowing as she went. Even now she could twist to the side and break his grip. She was much bigger and stronger than a man. She merely wanted to clear her throat, and the slide might have stopped right there. Instead the man's foot came down on the same traitorous patch of slime. Already lunging forward, his feet shot out from under him and he fell into the dolphin's wide-open beak after his friend. Another bruising impact made the unfortunate dolphin's eyes bug out. The great contraction of its swallowing muscles kept the first man sliding along, absent of his friend's attempt to pull him out, and the man slid neatly into a stomach that seemed to occupy almost the entire streamlined dolphin body. By all rights his head and shoulders should barely fit into a dolphin's forestomach, but there were plenty of mutated predatory beasts like this around. Seals, sea lions, dolphins, and sometimes even otters or sharks. Anything with a long streamlined body might possess an oversized gut able to hold prey nearly as large as the entire animal. This mutation came with jaws that could distend abnormally wide. A creature like this could fill its huge stomach with one gulp, if presented with a sufficiently large prey item. As the first man slipped into the long stomach, slicked down with a thick layer of slime that rendered him almost frictionless, his friend wasn't far behind. With its gullet already stretched and its beak wide open, the second man's momentum carried him in after. With a startled chirp the dolphin found itself looking at a man's knees, calves and beach shoes, the only part of him that remained outside. The was no help for it. With the man so far down the dolphin's throat his face was already in her stomach and a second in there already, it was too late to cough them back up. Even as he began to struggle, the dolphin thrust her beak upward, snapped it shut around his feet, and swallowed him whole. The supply of lubricating gullet slime was not exhausted and it slicked the second man down just as it had the first. His shoulders squeezed through the muscular sphincter between the throat and the long belly and he slithered in next to his friend, squeezed against him by the stomach walls pressing in from all sides. The dolphin's perfectly streamlined body bulged oddly as a second human jointed the first in her stomach. Though she was larger than both of them together the bulge made her slow and awkward in the sea. She shot a look around. It appeared that no humans had seen the brief encounter save for the two squirming inside her. The dolphin slipped silently beneath the waves and swam laboriously away, weighed down by the great lump in her middle. "What the fuck happened," muttered the second man. He was pressed tight against his friend in a long slimy pocket of flesh. So tightly was the dolphin's stomach packed with prey that he could barely move or breathe, not that there was a lot of air in there with them. The slime coating him stung his skin and a strong, rapid pulse throbbed through the flesh. "I dunno," replied the first, in just as helpless a state. Though he'd been inside the beast only a few seconds longer, the sting of acid on his skin was worse. A dolphin's digestive system is powerful and quick and more acid was trickling in by the moment. It had never eaten a human before, much less two, but as far as its stomach was concerned these were merely two very large fish to digest. "You slipped and fell into a dolphin," said the second. They lay there, moved in a sinuous rhythm as the beast swam along. Half drunk or not, the conclusion was obvious. "It ate us!" Said the first. "What do we do now?" The second slid his hand between himself and his friend, aided by the lubricating slime. He managed to winkle his phone out of his pocket. The problem was, even when he slid the thing up to his face, he couldn't see the screen. The rubbery stomach wall kept him from holding the phone at a proper distance. All he could see was a glow. He tried dialing blind. He wasn't sure he even unlocked the screen. He tried giving it voice commands. As far as he could tell, nothing worked. It gave him something to do as the gurgling started. It was just as well he didn't know how hopeless it was. Reception, it turns out, is terrible when you are underwater and inside a dolphin. The phone, one of the new waterproof models, would make its way through the dolphin's bowels in nearly perfect condition. Two sets of beach shoes, two sets of shorts, two T-shirts, a baseball cap and a set of sunglasses would either be passed or coughed back up. Most of the clothing would be stained, but more or less intact. Sadly, the same could not be said for the two friends. There would be nothing recognizable left of them at all when the dolphin's guts were done with its meal. "You jerk," barked a sea lion. It was a big male, thick necked and battle scarred. It followed the dolphin as it swam away. "Now who will give us fish?" "It was an accident," protested the dolphin. She was far enough from the pier now that she slowed her pace. Normally she could easily outrun even a sea lion, but the huge bulge in her middle made her slow and awkward. "So they just slipped and fell into your stomach?" Barked the sea lion. "Yes!" Chittered the dolphin. "That is exactly what happened." The sea lion swam around the dolphin, easily able to keep up with one swollen around two whole humans. It poked its nose into the dolphin's flank and felt the feeble struggle inside it. "They are still alive," it barked. "You could cough them up." "I could," chittered the dolphin. There was a sudden, desperate squirming inside it as the two men pushed against each other. All it did was break loose most of the air swallowed with them. The dolphin let out a long, bubbling belch and the struggle weakened. "But you won't," barked the sea lion. "Accident, right." "It was!" Chittered the dolphin. "Look, say you were in my place. Say two humans slipped and fell into your mouth. What would you do?" The sea lion muttered something. "Say it," chittered the dolphin. "I'd swallow," the sea lion admitted. "It was an accident," chittered the dolphin. "But I would have done it on purpose too." The dolphin burped up another bubble of air. The bulge in her middle changed shape as the men kicked and squirmed. Soon it would stop. The gurgling had already started. The sea lion swam in a circle around the dolphin. "You're so fat you look like a big seal now," it barked. His primitive brain turned away from scolding the dolphin. Seal, sea lion, close enough. "I guess," chittered the dolphin. "Wanna fuck?" Barked the sea lion. "Okay," chittered the dolphin, who like most dolphins wasn't one to turn down a good time. She rolled on her side in the water and the sea lion met her belly to belly, his shaft already appearing from its slit. The sea lion wrapped his foreflippers around her, slipped in, and began to thrust. The dolphin undulated in the water, thrusting right back at him. A big sea lion's penis, it turns out, fits neatly into a dolphin, with much the same snug sort of fit with which a man fits into a dolphin's stomach. "Oh, now what," one of the men thought. Swallowed second, he clung to life a little longer than his friend. The new undulating motion and rhythmic pressure against the bulge could only be one thing. "Come on!" The belly to belly pressure squeezed the last of the swallowed air out of the dolphin. She burped and giggled, and the sea lion grinned. The dolphin's meals were just slowly softening meat in its belly when two sea mammals finished their fun, said their brief goodbyes and swam apart. No one would ever know what happened to the two men except various sea mammals, none of whom were likely to inform the human constabulary. If anything, the other predators were envious of the dolphin's good luck. Even if some human had seen it all, one dolphin looks much like another. By the time she returned to the pier, a day later, the inciminating bulge was gone. The only consequence she suffered was the discomfort of passing several beach shoes and a wadded up set of shorts, pushed out with the mass of used-to-be-fishermen. Somewhere, the slimy fish swam along, undigested thanks to the chain of accidents it caused. Maybe it would rejoice if it knew the two fishermen made their way through the dolphin's bowels in its place. But probably not. It was, after all, just a fish.

It was an accident, really. No one was to blame. Except, maybe, for the slippery fish. Two men were fishing on the pier. This was their regular Saturday thing. Cruise down to the pier, take the beer cooler out of the trunk, and spend the afternoon fishing. They rarely kept any of the fish. Toward the end of the afternoon, when there was nothing in the cooler but ice, maybe they'd drop a fish or two in if they caught something especially tasty. The rest of the day they'd pop the hook free and toss the fish back into the ocean. The local wildlife knew all about this sort of thing. They weren't the only fisherman who went to the pier to drink first and fish second. Seagulls and pelicans would dart after the smaller fish as they fell toward the water and otters, sea lions, seals and dolphins waited for the larger ones. Sometimes they even saw sharks. Otters would catch the fish and swim off to eat them, while the seals, sea lions and dolphins would swallow them right on the spot. Occasionally a big fish fed to a small predator would bulge out the sea mammal's neck as it went down, but down it went just the same. There were never enough fish for all the hungry mouths and arguments sprang up out in the water as to who got to eat what. To keep this from happening, the men would kneel on the dock and lower a fish by its tail, feeding their favorite sea beasts. The fish would thrash and squirm, looking down at a toothy maw and well aware that the next thing they'd experience is a short slide down a gullet into a waiting stomach. One knelt down as he had a hundred times before, lowering a fat fish towards the waiting maw of a dolphin. That's when it happened. The fish didn't just thrash when they were being fed to the local wildlife. They were just as unhappy flapping on a fishhook and he'd dropped this one on the pier before recovering it. He knelt on a slimy patch left by the fish, slipped, and hurtled headfirst into the maw of the dolphin. The fish went flying and escaped in the confusion. The other sea mammals were too busy staring at the scene and the dolphin had bigger fish to fry. It was hard to say who was more surprised. With a wet thump the man disappeared into the dolphin, stretching its beak wide and bulging out its neck. Its little inky aquatic eyes went wide and it gagged. The man for his part was scraped by dozens of little peg teeth as he went in. Though they weren't particularly sharp, they tore long slits in his T-shirt and left oozing scratches. He'd had one arm out in front of him holding the fish and it went down the dolphin's throat. The other was pinned to his side by the dolphin's beak and suddenly he was wrapped in inky darkness, his shirt stuck to him by gullet slime. The other man turned at the sudden cutoff yelp of surprise. Beer in one hand, fishing pole in the other, he blinked owlishly at the set of legs kicking from the dolphin's wide-open beak. "What the fuck," he said. Just then the dolphin gagged, trying to clear its throat. Though it breathed through its blowhole the bulk of a man in its gullet was uncomfortable. Dolphins can regurgitate objects just as most other animals can, and some who lack elastic jaws will toss a large meal repeatedly in and out of their jaws until they get it oriented perfectly for swallowing. Unfortunately for the man stuck in her mouth, this dolphin did have elastic jaws. The dolphin gagged, swallowed reflexively, and the man's legs disappeared into its gullet like a letter sliding into a mailbox. "Fuck no!" Shouted the second man. He dropped his beer and leapt forward to grab his friend's ankles. The dolphin only ate the first man out of surprise. Had she planned this from the start she could have swum off, swallowing as she went. Even now she could twist to the side and break his grip. She was much bigger and stronger than a man. She merely wanted to clear her throat, and the slide might have stopped right there. Instead the man's foot came down on the same traitorous patch of slime. Already lunging forward, his feet shot out from under him and he fell into the dolphin's wide-open beak after his friend. Another bruising impact made the unfortunate dolphin's eyes bug out. The great contraction of its swallowing muscles kept the first man sliding along, absent of his friend's attempt to pull him out, and the man slid neatly into a stomach that seemed to occupy almost the entire streamlined dolphin body. By all rights his head and shoulders should barely fit into a dolphin's forestomach, but there were plenty of mutated predatory beasts like this around. Seals, sea lions, dolphins, and sometimes even otters or sharks. Anything with a long streamlined body might possess an oversized gut able to hold prey nearly as large as the entire animal. This mutation came with jaws that could distend abnormally wide. A creature like this could fill its huge stomach with one gulp, if presented with a sufficiently large prey item. As the first man slipped into the long stomach, slicked down with a thick layer of slime that rendered him almost frictionless, his friend wasn't far behind. With its gullet already stretched and its beak wide open, the second man's momentum carried him in after. With a startled chirp the dolphin found itself looking at a man's knees, calves and beach shoes, the only part of him that remained outside. The was no help for it. With the man so far down the dolphin's throat his face was already in her stomach and a second in there already, it was too late to cough them back up. Even as he began to struggle, the dolphin thrust her beak upward, snapped it shut around his feet, and swallowed him whole. The supply of lubricating gullet slime was not exhausted and it slicked the second man down just as it had the first. His shoulders squeezed through the muscular sphincter between the throat and the long belly and he slithered in next to his friend, squeezed against him by the stomach walls pressing in from all sides. The dolphin's perfectly streamlined body bulged oddly as a second human jointed the first in her stomach. Though she was larger than both of them together the bulge made her slow and awkward in the sea. She shot a look around. It appeared that no humans had seen the brief encounter save for the two squirming inside her. The dolphin slipped silently beneath the waves and swam laboriously away, weighed down by the great lump in her middle. "What the fuck happened," muttered the second man. He was pressed tight against his friend in a long slimy pocket of flesh. So tightly was the dolphin's stomach packed with prey that he could barely move or breathe, not that there was a lot of air in there with them. The slime coating him stung his skin and a strong, rapid pulse throbbed through the flesh. "I dunno," replied the first, in just as helpless a state. Though he'd been inside the beast only a few seconds longer, the sting of acid on his skin was worse. A dolphin's digestive system is powerful and quick and more acid was trickling in by the moment. It had never eaten a human before, much less two, but as far as its stomach was concerned these were merely two very large fish to digest. "You slipped and fell into a dolphin," said the second. They lay there, moved in a sinuous rhythm as the beast swam along. Half drunk or not, the conclusion was obvious. "It ate us!" Said the first. "What do we do now?" The second slid his hand between himself and his friend, aided by the lubricating slime. He managed to winkle his phone out of his pocket. The problem was, even when he slid the thing up to his face, he couldn't see the screen. The rubbery stomach wall kept him from holding the phone at a proper distance. All he could see was a glow. He tried dialing blind. He wasn't sure he even unlocked the screen. He tried giving it voice commands. As far as he could tell, nothing worked. It gave him something to do as the gurgling started. It was just as well he didn't know how hopeless it was. Reception, it turns out, is terrible when you are underwater and inside a dolphin. The phone, one of the new waterproof models, would make its way through the dolphin's bowels in nearly perfect condition. Two sets of beach shoes, two sets of shorts, two T-shirts, a baseball cap and a set of sunglasses would either be passed or coughed back up. Most of the clothing would be stained, but more or less intact. Sadly, the same could not be said for the two friends. There would be nothing recognizable left of them at all when the dolphin's guts were done with its meal. "You jerk," barked a sea lion. It was a big male, thick necked and battle scarred. It followed the dolphin as it swam away. "Now who will give us fish?" "It was an accident," protested the dolphin. She was far enough from the pier now that she slowed her pace. Normally she could easily outrun even a sea lion, but not with a huge bulge in her middle. "So they just slipped and fell into your stomach?" Barked the sea lion. "Yes!" Chittered the dolphin. "That is exactly what happened." The sea lion swam around the dolphin, easily able to keep up with one swollen around two whole humans. It poked its nose into the dolphin's flank and felt the feeble struggle inside it. "They are still alive," it barked. "You could cough them up." "I could," chittered the dolphin. There was a sudden, desperate squirming inside it as the two men pushed against each other. All it did was break loose most of the air swallowed with them. The dolphin let out a long, bubbling belch and the struggle weakened. "But you won't," barked the sea lion. "Accident, right." "It was!" Chittered the dolphin. "Look, say you were in my place. Say two humans slipped and fell into your mouth. What would you do?" The sea lion muttered something. "Say it," chittered the dolphin. "I'd swallow," the sea lion admitted. "It was an accident," chittered the dolphin. "But I would have done it on purpose too." The dolphin burped up another bubble of air. The bulge in her middle changed shape as the men kicked and squirmed. Soon it would stop. The gurgling had already started. The sea lion swam in a circle around the dolphin. "You're so fat you look like a big seal now," it barked. His primitive brain turned away from scolding the dolphin. Seal, sea lion, close enough. "I guess," chittered the dolphin. "Wanna fuck?" Barked the sea lion. "Okay," chittered the dolphin, who like most dolphins wasn't one to turn down a good time. She rolled on her side in the water and the sea lion met her belly to belly, his shaft already appearing from its slit. The sea lion wrapped his foreflippers around her, slipped in, and began to thrust. The dolphin undulated in the water, thrusting right back at him. A big sea lion's penis, it turns out, fits neatly into a dolphin, with much the same snug sort of fit with which a man fits into a dolphin's stomach. "Oh, now what," one of the men thought. Swallowed second, he clung to life a little longer than his friend. The new undulating motion and rhythmic pressure against the bulge could only be one thing. "Come on!" The belly to belly pressure squeezed the last of the swallowed air out of the dolphin. She burped and giggled, and the sea lion grinned. The dolphin's meals were just slowly softening meat in its belly when two sea mammals finished their fun, said their brief goodbyes and swam apart. No one would ever know what happened to the two men except various sea mammals, none of whom were likely to inform the human constabulary. If anything, the other predators were envious of the dolphin's good luck. Even if some human had seen it all, one dolphin looks much like another. By the time she returned to the pier, a day later, the inciminating bulge was gone. The only consequence she suffered was the discomfort of passing several beach shoes and a wadded up set of shorts, pushed out with the mass of used-to-be-fishermen. Somewhere, the slimy fish swam along, undigested thanks to the chain of accidents it caused. Maybe it would rejoice if it knew the two fishermen made their way through the dolphin's bowels in its place. But probably not. It was, after all, just a fish.