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Natiq and Salome - momentum, part 3 By Strega

As they each digested a human, interspersing periods of rest with bouts of vigorous sex as was their habit, Natiq the leopard seal advanced an idea.

"Look at this bulge," he growled, and stroked the long lump in his dolphin lover's sleek body with a foreflipper. "The woman is digesting and getting smaller, but when you started her feet were almost still in your mouth."

"Right," chittered Salome after regurgitating a complete wetsuit her stomach acids loosened from her meal. Her chambered stomach was good at separating the wheat from the chaff, as opposed to Natiq's larger but simpler one that often forced him to pass indigestibles instead of coughing them back up. That wasn't usually a problem given his size but things like swim fins caused him no end of bellyache before reappearing. "I don't breathe through my mouth. It's no problem if it takes a while to digest the top part so the rest can slide into my stomach."

"Which means," Natiq growled from his spot stretched out in the tide pool, "Something could hang out of your mouth as you digested it. You could eat prey as big as yourself."

"I suppose," Salome chittered. "That would be very awkward. I'd hardly be able to swim."

"I would protect you as you rested," her leopard seal lover growled. Salome wasn't his only other-species lover. Natiq had a habit of devouring male sea mammals and then seducing the females. Or being seduced by them, as happened with Salome.

"Of course you would," Salome said, wondering if it was time to slide atop him in the tide pool and initiate another good fucking. Natiq was hung better than a dolphin and she never tired of that thick cock pistoning in and out of her.

"But what would I eat? A sea lion that big would be too fat for me to get down."

"It's obvious, really," Natiq growled, and sensing her mood, drew her closer with a flipper. A male seal may have to service a whole beach of females and Natiq needed practically no rest between bouts. Sure enough his cock slid out of its slit and into her. Neither said anything for several minutes unless you count the excited chittering and lusty growls.

When he had spent himself in her for the Nth time (their record was sixteen in one day, that low only because they enjoyed their naps or worked up an appetite) and things quieted down, Salome lay impaled atop him in the warm afterglow of sex.

"So," she chittered lazily, "What big thing do you think I should eat?"

"Ah," Natiq growled after a massive yawn. He could swallow her sleek streamlined body easily, but then who would he fuck when he got horny again in an hour? "Let me tell you what I think we should do."

*****

His name was Tchik, and he was the last survivor of a local gang of bachelor dolphin males. 'Bachelor' in the sense that he had no longtime mate or children, as far as he knew, but Tchik was hardly celibate. Like many a dolphin gang elsewhere he worked with his friends to isolate a female and then force himself on her. A dolphin female can easily fend off one male but four or five could bully her into sex. There were tricks she could use to reduce the odds of pregnancy but that didn't stop the males from having their way with her until they tired of the game and let her escape.

Tchik had lost track of the other members of his gang one by one. He knew the fate of White-Stripe, having seen him disappear into the gullet of an orca, but Jeevik, Bent-Fin and Greynose swam off one day and never came back. Tchik at first assumed they were off gallivanting around on their own, but as the weeks went by he began to wonder. He had no way to know that all three met a slimy digestive end in the guts of a sea leopard.

That didn't mean he liked or trusted leopard seals and when one twice his size showed up in his neighborhood he gave it a wide berth. It came right for him and after a few swerves were met with dogged pursuit Tchik laughed and turned to talk.

"No dolphin for you, fatso," he chittered. "You are fast enough to catch other fin-foots," the dolphin term for pinnipeds like seals and sea lions, "And penguins. Not me."

'I've already had a dolphin," the sea leopard growled as it put on a burst of speed. Muscular as it was under the furry hide it couldn't compete with the maneuverability of a perfectly streamlined dolphin and he easily evaded it. "Three in fact. Soon it will be four."

"Three dolphins," Tchik thought. Might this sea leopard have eaten his missing friends? How could it catch them, let alone overpower no less than three dolphins at once?

He dodged another rush that was slow and clumsy only by the standards of a dolphin. In fact the sea leopard was sleek and powerful but simply not fast enough to catch him. "You are lying," he chittered. That got a hoarse laugh out of the seal.

"They are fat on my flanks now, little dolphin. Soon you will be too."

Tchik could easily flee, but like most dolphins he was playful and, as he saw it, in little danger. "Fat is right, finfoot. Too fat and slow to catch me!" With a giggle he leapt out of the sea and right over the sea leopard as it snapped at him. He was close enough to see past the sharp yellow fangs into the gullet it meant to send him down. He wouldn't be going in there today, however many dolphins had taken that plunge.

With a powerful swipe of a foreflipper the sea leopard turned to pursue him, putting on a burst of speed. It was trying to trap him against a mass of driftwood washed south from who knows where. Tchik knew these waters well, built up speed and sprang out of the water, knowing he could easily clear the obstacle.

He wasn't the only one who knew the local waters and his eyes went wide as the bottle nose of another dolphin erupted from the water directly below him. He was halfway through a beautifully arcing jump from one side of the driftwood to the other and there was no way to change direction in midair. A painful collision was in the offing and that might stun him enough for the sea leopard to circle the obstacle and catch him!

Then he recognized the other dolphin, just as she opened her mouth. And opened it, and opened it, and as he sailed nosefirst past the sharp peglike teeth and into the waiting gullet he had time for just one word.

"Salome," he chittered, and then there was a thump and everything went dark. His momentum drove him into her throat so deeply his foreflippers were squeezed against his sides by her maw. Slippery gullet pressed in from all sides and peg teeth scraped his skin as, stunned, he instinctively tried to wriggle free from this fleshy trap.

For a moment she was stunned too, and she recovered first. He felt her powerful body arch as she thrashed her flukes, lifting her head - and him - clear of the water for a moment. Teeth scraped along his body as gravity sent him sliding deeper, and slick gullet slithered past his face until the thickest part of his body stuck fast in her jaws. He returned to full awareness when she was back underwater and just in time for her throat to clench down as she tried her very best to swallow him whole. Luckily he was just too big to get down and her reflexive gulp accomplished little.

"What are you doing? Spit me up!" Tchik thrashed his flukes, trying to backwater out of the slimy gullet and back into cool waters. By now the sea leopard must be close. It would get them both! He didn't care about his one time fucktoy but if the seal ate her with him inside he'd get digested too!

Then she arched, strained, and swallowed with all her might a second time. Tchik stuck fast in her gullet for a moment, but the great contraction of her gullet muscles rolled over him and to his horror he found himself sliding deeper. A muscular sphincter expanded around his bottle nose and he slid heavily into Salome's stomach, helpless to stop himself.

The scrape of fangs finally stopped when his flukes were just outside Salome's beak and Tchik wriggled. He was trapped in a form-fitting casing of dolphin with perhaps half of himself in Salome's long stomach while his lower body and tail lay stretched out in her gullet. His flukes still hung out into the Pacific but things were less rosy further up his body.

There was a thick layer of slime coating the walls of her gut and his skin tingled as her stomach began to do to him what it would do to anything made of meat. As far as her body was concerned he was just a very large fish and a dolphin's stomach knows what to do with fish, even if that fish happens to be a mammal.

"This isn't funny any more, Salome," Tchik chittered. "Spit me up already!" He wriggled with all his might, but she was stretched over him like a second skin and the tight sheath of stomach and gullet held him fast. All he succeeded in doing was making her twitch as though in sympathy as her meal struggled.

"Okay, I'm sorry we ganged up on you. Hello?" Tchik certainly remembered mating with her with the rest of his gang but he'd managed to gloss over the gang rape as "Just a bit of fun" and he thought she was overreacting. He patiently waited for her to tire of the joke and spit him up, hopefully before they both ended up inside a sea leopard.

She'd had her head out of the water for the start of the gulp and swallowed a lot of air with him. Tchik's first indication that things were badly wrong was when she twisted in the water, getting him settled in her belly, and instead of heaving him back up she let out a great long belch of bubbles. Pockets of air in her belly squeezed out through her gullet and more caustic belly juices filled the space they vacated.

Dolphins can hold their breath a long time and Tchik had time to hear the slowly growing gurgle as her stomach set to work digesting him. The dark, heat and acid pressed in and he had a momentary vision of his flukes sliding into her beak once enough of him was dissolved to make room.

"Uh-oh," Tchik thought. So. He was on his way through a fellow dolphin. Who would have thought. He tried a last few wriggles, didn't get coughed up, and did what any healthy male dolphin would do in his place. He managed to unsheathe in her thankfully acid-free gullet and rub himself to orgasm against the slippery wall of her throat. He was well on his way to a second when he finally ran out of air.

Natiq was escorting Salome back to their favorite tide pool when the vigorously humping dolphin in her gullet finally shuddered and was still.

"It's about time," Salome groaned. She didn't breathe or talk through her mouth so the dolphin flukes sticking out to either side weren't much of an inconvenience. "Horny bastard didn't know when to lie down and digest already."

"You're pretty chipper considering you have your own weight in dolphin hanging out of your mouth," Natiq growled. He stroked the bulge in her body that ran all the way from her jaws nearly to her genital slit.

"If you say 'This, too, will pass' I will bite you," Salome grumbled. She was too full of dolphin for any post-meal recreation and so it remained for a couple of hours. As Tchik gradually softened the long bulge became a wider, rounder one. His skeletal structure would be the last to dissolve but the meat broke loose and accumulate in a great round bulge in her middle. Even though his flukes and lower body were still intact he was well on his way through the digestive tract of his former victim and the more the bulge swelled and softened the more affectionate Natiq got.

When she was three times as wide in the middle as when she started he couldn't contain himself any more and bent his flexible body around the bulge until their genitals could mate. And mate the did, Natiq instantly beginning violent humping that would have thrown him right off his lover had he not gripped her between his foreflippers.

"Oh my goodness," Salome chittered, and never reluctant, thrust back against him as best she could. The slosh of partially digested dolphin inside her dislodged hidden bubbles of air and as she burped the third one up the sea leopard let out a long shuddering grunt of lust and came. As she recovered and the ankle-thick cock slid out of her she stared suspiciously at her lover.

"You," she said with utmost certainty, "Like me fat."

Momentarily spent, Natiq shrugged helplessly as they continued the swim toward home. "I like my women with a little meat on their bones, it's true. I'm a seal, after all."

Salome poked him with a fin. "Did you talk me into eating Tchik just so you could have me when I am this full?"

"Oh, look who is suddenly wholesome," Natiq growled good-naturedly. "Who climbed atop me when I was so full of dolphin I couldn't move? Who led another dolphin into my jaws and then jumped on my belly again while he was still alive?"

He reached out with his foreflipper and brushed the flukes still hanging out of her jaws. Soon, judging by the gurgle inside her, this last part of Tchik would slide down her throat after the rest. "I will apologize," Natiq growled, "If you look me in the eye and tell me you are sorry you ate him."

"I didn't say that," Salome chittered. "It was the best idea you've ever had. And you've had some good ones." Sure enough, with an undulation of her body and a gulp Tchik's flukes folded and were gone. "But you could have warned me."

Natiq grinned. His teeth were many and sharp, but he wasn't about to use them on her. "See here," he growled. One foreflipper guided hers to his flank. "There were five in the gang that attacked you. Three are right here." She could feel the thick layer of fat that kept him warm in the icy water. "Now one of them is here." This time his foreflipper stroked the great bulge in her midsection.

"If I could add the last one to your fat I would," Natiq growled. "But he is part of an orca now. I like you fat. But I like you thin too. Are you honestly surprised I wanted to fuck you after you ate?"

"No," Salome chittered, and burped up a last bubble of air that somehow survived until now. Judging by the bulge part of Tchik lay in her throat still but soon that would be digested too.

Natiq slid into his favorite tide pool and sprawled out on the rocks, only his nostrils above the water. Down toward his hind flippers the water was deeper, almost as though he'd chosen the best spot to mate with a dolphin. Which he had.

"All right," Salome chittered as she slid her fat belly atop him. Unsurprisingly his foreflippers reached up to grip her soft, fat belly and pull her down atop his erection. "What now?"

Natiq growled as he began to hump. "We find you someone else big to eat. I don't suppose you have any more dolphins you hate."

"They're all fat now," Salome chittered, matching his thrusts with her own. "Or will be soon." Tchik was a sloshing mass of soon-to-be-dolphin-fat (and poop) and served admirably as padding as they rutted.

"Ah, well. We'll think of something," Natiq growled, and turned his full attention to the fucking.