Rhotu and Riley

Story by Zantesuken on SoFurry

, , , , ,

One of my favourite stories. Tops out over 10k words.


Rhotu and Riley

A story by Zantesuken

_ _

It was late afternoon in the far reach of summer, when the leaves of the sun-dried forests start to waver in their overt hues and settle for lesser shades. It made a picturesque setting; the sleepy pine forest nestled in the bay, the two scraggly red-rock landmasses stretching out to the ocean for several hundred meters with a span of tranquil water between them, the glistening beach subtended between them was a splendid grey in the weakening sunlight.

The locals had been here for many generations, living inland on the outskirts of the forest. The splendour of the bay had always been left in its pristine glory; the only changes to ever affect the rugged coastline were those of the waves and wind, which weathered wearily away at the proud standing rock. Two young anthro males, old friends, were sitting on the beach after spending the day in the forest nearby. One was a wolf, the other a fox, both young and healthy in the prime of life. They each would be heading off in a few days to far flung places for their respective reasons, but for the remaining days of the dying vacation, they both agreed they would spend it here, at home.

The wolf, Riley, had kept his eyes on the ocean for every moment since they had broken through the forest and onto the beach, much to his companions bewilderment. They chatted and reminisced late into the afternoon, but the fox grew steadily aggravated, and finally had to inquire about his wolf friend's offish behaviour.

"Riley, you haven't taken your eyes off the water since we got here." He paused, waiting for a reply, but his friend seemed to be thinking. "What's up?" He pressed, this time eliciting a response.

"Uh..? What d'ya say Vik?" He replied with disinterest, still with his eyes out to the bay.

The brown fox sighed before steadily repeating himself, this time hoping to reach his lupine friend. "I said, 'you haven't taken your eyes off the water since we got here', to which you replied with 'Uh', which didn't serve as a particularly fulfilling explanation" Again, it took a few moments for the words to sink in, but just before the moment of being rude the wolf carefully replied. "What?" tilting his head to his friend with one eye on him and the other still scanning the still water.

Irate, the fox stood up and sat in front of his friend in direct line of sight. "I could repeat myself, but I fear it would fall deaf ears again." The hint of disappointment rang out loudly in the wolf's mind, clashing with the deep serenity of the grey sand beach. He seemed to awake from a dream.

"Sorry Varik" with a tone of formal condolence in his voice. "I've just been trying to find something some guy at college told me about before I left for vacation." The inquisitive fox perked up immediately. If there was some mystery he couldn't stand to be out on it, and so made other people's problems his problems too. Some said it was because he was nosey, some said it was because he was inquisitive, but he just said it was always a fox's business to know what's going on.

"What? Here?" He tried, desperate for information.

"Yes, here. Odd really, you think we would know our home better than some drunken guy at the student union bar. But you know, I'm the adventurous type, I gotta' see if there's some truth in it." His hazel eyes were now on his friend and they glittered with excitement. Vik had seen this before, it normally lead to trouble.

"What on earth could get you this worked out about this place? We already looked for pirate treasure and all that jazz and when we were young, and unless I recall incorrectly, were mostly just tales to stop us going out of the village."

"You really wanna' know?" The lean wolf teased, letting a sly smile spread across his thin lips.

"Yeah, you know I wanna' know" The fox replied in a similar tone.

"I know you wanna' know, but I know you're not gonna' believe it, so I might as well not waste my breath." Riley's smile got bigger as his friend's temper started to fray.

"You know I wanna' know but know I won't believe it? How do you know that I won't know already what you know I might not know to believe in?"

The wolf was having problems following his eloquent friend, and so after a long silence finally decided on saying: "What?"

"What...," The fox began slowly, "I think you were going to tell me, was what you are looking for." There was an apprehensive quiet, the wolf was reluctant to divulge his story but knew he wouldn't hold out against his nosey friend.

"Well I'm not going to!" The wolf stuck out his tongue before he leapt to his paws and took off down the beach, sand spraying up behind his heels as he sped from the fox, who quickly gave chase. It wasn't long before the pursuit was over with a well placed tackle, the two forms rolling over in the sand with their momentum, ending with Riley pinned beneath his quicker companion.

"I think you will" The fox slyly spoke, muzzles nearly touching. A burst of strength from the wolf had the fox now on his back against the sand.

"I think I wont" Riley smiled between his closed teeth, restraining the fox as best he could. The two rolled about as the sun began to fade away, bickering and wresting, before finally both ended on their backs, side by side, eyes to the sky and panting. A great time passed before either spoke once again.

"So you want to know? Even if you don't like it?"

"Yeah, and I'm not leaving until you tell me."

"I'll make you a deal." The wolf got up and walked over to his satchel, rustling around before pulling out a slip of paper. "This is the password to my computer, as well as a few directories of interest. If you really want to know, go check that out and I'll be here when you get back, should only take you 15 minutes tops to get back here. Of course, if you're scared..." The wolf made a mocking tone, dangling the little scrap of paper so it lightly brushed against the fox's tender nose.

Vik snatched at it. "Why on earth would I be scared?" He took a breath to say something else but checked himself, and instead just smirked.

"Let's see if you feel that way when you get back eh?" The fox turned as Riley spoke and began towards the wood. "Whatever Riley!" Vik shouted back.

After waiting a few moments the wolf sighed in relief. "At last..." He turned to the tide and began walking into the ocean, the golden glare of the sun spilling onto the sea like ribbons of bright silk as it glided unnoticeably under the horizon. From the shadows of the leafy trees Vik watched as his friend's tail swished back and forth behind him as he swam out, his figure cascading into the waves before steadily merging into a blur.


The cave echoed with an explosive noise as the orca leaped from the pool and onto the red rock floor in one swift and elegant motion, landing on all fours with it's tail jutting out before righting itself onto it's two sturdy legs. Its jet back skin shimmered in the amber light of a nearby plinth, while it's white abdomen and inner thighs seemed to glow more than sparkle. Water trickled over its muscled body, from head to toe tips some eleven feet down, making dull slapping sounds as he walked over to one of the pan fires that burned and hissed, illuminating the hollow. The cavern was bare, except for the few fires and a pile of linen which the creature would use to sleep upon. The only other object of note was the overflowing chest of gold and jewels that spilled from its lid at the back of the cave as an overstuffed game bird. Other than that and its occupant the cave was empty.

Though there was an intruder, too. The orca could feel the faint furry footfalls of a bipedal somewhere down in the twisting labyrinth of tunnels through the eroded cliff. Aside from the water filled tunnel that connected to the bay, the only other entrance to the Orca's den was through those passageways which stood dark and foreboding at the rear of the cave. The orca had never fully explored them, but knew there were treasures scattered throughout which often led foolhardy adventurers unwillingly into his clutches. Some would flee at the sight of the orca, others would aim their guns, and, once in a while, some would come in for something else entirely.

For Rohtu wasn't an ordinary orca; aside from the fact he was monstrously large and an anthro, but the fact he was just as capable of thought as the wolf who was trudging boldly through the maze of dripping tunnels. He lived a simple life in the tranquil waters around the bay, returning to the cave once or twice every week to feel the land on his feet, something he particularly enjoyed after some days in the near weightlessness of the water. He preferred a solitary life, but after the many years he had came to enjoy the occasional encounter with the furs and humans who wandered down to his abode. Whether it was saying a few words or beating them to a bloodied pulp (which rarely happened anymore, that was back when people knew about the treasure down there) it was never the same person twice.

He could feel the stranger winding his way down towards the only beacon of light in the whole complex as if drawn to it like a lighthouse. Feeling in a somewhat social mood, Rohtu decided to hang around in the little cave, waiting for his visitor to arrive


Riley had found a hollow in the towering rock face as he was swimming in the shadow it created, hiding the sun's fading azure glow. He hoisted himself onto the slippery outcrop, fur dripping and starting to feel the first bite of night's cold. The surge of the sea echoed through the hollow darkness, whistling bitter, salty air around the sopping wolf. With his heart filled with adventure he headed into the darkness. It was slow going; unable to see the layout around him, but the caverns seemed to be worn, as if this path had been taken several times before. He would slip on the damp rocks and fall to his paws, cutting himself on the sharp debris that lined the narrow passageway. After some minutes of stumbling he came to a junction, one which seemed to lead up, one down. Thinking his goal would be more likely to be at the water's edge, he headed down, deeper into the whistling caverns.

He wandered through the chilly depths unable to find anything of promise. His sense of endeavour began to waver, replaced by a disappointment, and then the desolate isolation began to set in. With darkness as his only companion he thought about heading back, but as he turned he realised that in the darkened labyrinth, to go back would be the same as to go forward. He was lost and alone; he knew what he had done was stupid. A dull panic began to well inside him, surging like the tide that pounded onto the great rock above him, hushed and damped. He had to get out soon, get to the surface before it was too late.

Time was stretching out proportion in the featureless void. Twinges of fatigue and thirst began to creep through the young wolf's mind as his aching body was assaulted by the encompassing nothingness. He feared he would never find a way out, that he would simply collapse, cold and alone in the quiet and still emptiness. Perhaps he had been down here for hours, days even, and despite his athletic form, the sudden drop in temperature so far under the earth, combined with salty air strangling him with thirst had quickly worn the wolf down. He slumped down , back against the wall and tail moping to his side as he paused for some burst of courage that would carry him onward; but nothing came, he felt as hopeless as the inky blackness that swirled before him. His fear and panic began to melt into a thick, paralysing calm, embracing him, enticing him into a trance. He didn't notice his eyes closing, for he was becoming numb in the night's acerbic chill. The shrill whistling in the darkness soon faded out as the biting cold on his ear tips dulled: the wolf was sleeping deeply.


Riley's eyes creaked open for a few moments before giving up and abruptly closing.

His eyes opened again some time later, but soon found the effort strenuous and surrendered once more.

The next time he opened his eyes they were flooded by shimmering amber light - his eyelids winced shut in discomfort. He was thinking now, that was good. The dancing light burned heavily on his retina, illuminating the darkness of his closed eyes an inky yellow. Sound began to register, as if through an old gramophone, slowly getting louder until it was equally as oppressive as the light. Much to the awaking wolf's surprise his throat was no longer rasping, and even greater a surprise, he wasn't dead.

Not yet anyway, but to be fair he hadn't yet had the chance to scope his environment, too busy collecting his wits and cowering from the sensual overload his brief slumber had invoked. He was laying on something soft, linen or wool, and pleasant warmth was seeping over him. The image of a waking on a Saturday morning in bed after a fitful sleep began to coalesce in his mind. Perhaps this had all been some crazy dream. He began to wonder what to have for breakfast, what time to call Vik, when he'd have to get started on that report. Yes, this was nice, but he'd have to open his eyes eventually. In his head he counted; one...two...three-

The near instantaneous burst of light faded like that after a photo flash, letting Riley take a glimpse of his predicament, the images forming like a series of Polaroid pictures. A cave... rocks... fires...pools, countless nouns sprung to mind which failed to achieve significance or partnerships in his confusion, but slowly things began to clarify. He went to rub his eyes but his limbs ached with a dull apathy, seemingly screaming to be oiled at the hinges like the Tin Man - not in pain, just discomfort. This was definitely not his bedroom.

The cave was empty save the lone wolf, several plinth fires lined the walls which nucleated around a central pool of deep navy blue water in a horseshoe shape, on one side by the wall was the pile of cloth, and upon it Riley. The back of the horseshoe sloped backwards, poorly lit and less expansive, but much of his view was blocked by the many stalactites and stalagmites that littered the cavern. The place had an eerie serenity he couldn't place his paw on, and now his awareness was in full flow he was picking up the faint howls of wind from the darkness and the oddly intriguing scent of fish. His stomach rumbled.

There was a sense the cave was alive and watching him, whether the writhing patterns on the pocked rock face were causing this or perhaps some astral force he didn't know, but the burning, crawling sensation on his back was becoming stronger. He rubbed it to make sure nothing was in fact on his back; finding nothing there offered no comfort. The drafts from the cavern depths were taking on a pattern of slow, baited breaths. The roaring flames were growing louder, their dancing patterns spelling out obscene pictures on the wall, primal and exotic. The wolf felt he was falling again into some abyss, not of sleep but of alarm. He fell from the bed cloths and onto the gritty floor which heaved and bucked beneath him. He was becoming nauseous and disorientated. The deep water pool seemed to shine a deeper, darker blue than before, a beacon of clarity. He stumbled on all fours towards it while his world flowed around him, twirling and mixing, every sound and every texture blending into a bizarre nightmarish landscape. He made it to the pool before falling flat on his belly, panting. He took his paws to the cool water and splashed it to his face, inches above the surface.

He yipped as the freezing water blasted his senses. It dripped off his muzzle, and a moment later, everything was back in order.

The wolf sighed in relief from escaping the momentary phantasm. He opened his eyes and stared into the tranquil depths of the pool. He saw his grizzled reflection, but his eyes had a somewhat deeper dimension. He stared into them, trying to recall what his eyes looked like but only found what he was now seeing - he could have sworn his eyes were brown. A drop of water rippled the surface, shattering the illusion. As his reflection disintegrated and distorted, the eyes beneath the surface remained perfectly clear, set hauntingly still in the darkness. The realisation hit Riley like a truck.

It wasn't so much the realisation that hit him, but a swift movement of a creature flinging its colossal mass out of the water and onto the shore. His reflexes threw him back onto the pile of linen unscathed. The behemoth shuddered as it uncurled itself from its landing position flicking water onto the recoiling wolf. The orca stood on its mighty legs, jet black to the inner thighs where they cut to creamy white, which continued over the creatures smooth exposed balls and over its defined six-pack, abdomen and broad chest contained in the shimmering black border. The creature's arms were all black, from shoulders down to fingered hands, muscled all the way. On top of it all, some 2 and a half metres tall, sat the proud beak, solid black punctured only by two gleaming blue irised eyes.

The wolf sat mesmerised, still instinctively pressed against the firm certainty of the wall, watching in admiration as the orca swung its hefty tail behind it, catching glimpses of its creamy white underside. He glanced over the creature before him, feasting on each perfectly crafted aspect of its body unable to determine which to settle on and give some more thorough inspection. This all came to a calamitous halt as the two pairs of eyes met; and for that moment the world stood still.

The tension was electrifying. Riley could hear his blood pounding through his ears like traffic. His breathing became shallow and laboured. His eyes couldn't tear themselves from the mystery and intrigue that flooded the orca's. The wolf could feel the tingle in his loins for the first time, building like the temperature on his brow. The orca took a step forward causing a dull soft thud that travelled along the rock and reverberated subtly through the wolf's spine, who could only mutter under his breath how powerful the sea creature was, and even quieter how much it thrilled him.

"You're very lucky you're alive, little wolf." The orca spoke with clarity and a smooth accent that entered the mind like fresh spring water, invigorating and clean. It was deep, afforded by the cavernous chest cavity that housed the necessary equipment, and was distinct in the way this voice would start and stop with no range of volumes; just the continual clear and assuring amplitude from start to finish. The wolf said nothing; not in fear but in obedience, for it was certain the orca had not finished. From the way his eyes seemed to slant on the word 'wolf' like a derogatory address, Riley had no intention of stifling the Adonis' train of thought.

"Had I not found you when I did there is no doubt that I wouldn't be talking to you now." The wolf nodded as the orca seemed to hang on this point. "What I mean to say is that you were almost certainly not going to wake up." The orca looked deep into the wolf, expecting him to start explaining himself but could only see the young one's fascination. He stepped towards Riley again and knelt down to him, his massive frame eclipsing most of the light from the wolf now practically pinned to the wall. The wolf could feel the gentle warmth radiating from the smooth skin and mounds of muscle. He was staring at the centre of its wide chest which divided perfectly into two well defined slabs of meat the size of saucepans each. With the basking warmth came the aroma of the sea; accompanied with the wholly new scent of cetacean musk. It clambered around inside the wolf's head as it poured into his nostrils, flaring in eagerness. He wanted so much to fall onto its chest and be held tightly to that smooth flesh.

"Though whether that is a good thing is up to you, little wolf." The orca grabbed Riley's lower jaw and pulled his gaze upwards so they were again matching. The wolf's heart fluttered as the orca leaned his rounded beak down only inches from his snout: Riley could feel the warm air flowing out of the creature's thin nostrils it was so close. "I..." The orca spoke, opening his jaw right in front of the wolf giving him a tantalising view of the delicate, dripping depths inside, "...am Rohtu." The orca paused, again waiting for the wolf to say something hoping it wasn't feral. "You are?"

The wolf didn't say anything. His lips quivered while his chest felt like it would collapse at any moment. From the haunting calls of the wind in the caverns arose the sound of the orca's breathing - slow, steady funnels of air, softly whistling through his nostrils, swirling inside the great lungs. The sound soothed Riley at first, but quickly felt something urgent - the orca had just asked him his name and he has ignored him. Oh god, the wolf panicked, quick, answer... "Er, Riley." He gasped "Pleased to eat y- oh, I mean erm...erh... meet you." As he slipped his voice arced up a couple of octaves making him blush under his silver fur, but he knew the orca could see it. He knew Rohtu could see it, he corrected himself.

"Ok Riley, how about we get better acquainted?" Rohtu didn't wait this time, even though the wolf was on the edge of saying "I would like that", for he only got as far as "I would -" before the orca's flat, purple tongue had swiped across his face in a slow, sensual manner. Once the tongue withdrew the wolf went to instinctively wipe his eyes and nose clear of the thick saliva. He stared intently at his paw as he rubbed it between his fingertips, enthralled by its viscosity and texture. Without looking he was again assaulted by the heavy, dull tongue, slapping wetly against his cheeks and dragging across the short, velvety fur in the wrong direction, making it stick up. He got a tantalising close up of the salivating orca's maw: the rows of flat broad teeth at the back led up to sharper canines at the front, an off white colour and faintly eroded in age; the uvula hung at the back of the throat where light started to get sucked down into the steamy depths of the oesophagus, mottled in deep purple and luscious red; the back of the writhing tongue which soaked in the ample pools of saliva that dribbled out over Rohtu's jaw and into the wolf's pulsing lap. The tongue cupped underneath his muzzle and drew it into the dripping cavern, his long snout fitting snugly in the u-shaped cusp. Riley's eyes gazed in bewilderment at those of the dominant male over the crest of its upper jaw, his heart fluttering as the orca began to suck slowly around its thin, taut lips.

Placing his paws against the damp chest of the looming creature, Riley pushed his head out of the slimy embrace, the tip of his nose and chin dripping gooey strands of errant spittle. He spluttered a little, still pressed imposingly between Rohtu's warm chest and the cavern wall. Feeling the toned pectoral muscles flex under his furry grip, he quickly withdrew as if the orca were warning him not to touch, and instead set his paws about wiping the mess from his face.

"I wouldn't bother if I were you." The orca's voice commanded, the wolf slowly stopped clutching at his soaked facial fur and was left peering up at the behemoth in silence. "I assure you, you'll need a whole lot more to fit into my gut."

Riley gasped sharply. Did he just say that? His eyes darted to the ridges of smooth abdominal muscle that shielded the massive creature's tight stomach and then back up to those opal eyes. There was a terrifying grin on the orca's beak, his face scrunched slightly in a mischievous malevolence as he watched the trapped wolf begin to panic. "What? I don... don't think I...I..." Riley stuttered.

"You understand perfectly little wolf." The orca pressed the tip of his muzzle against that of the wolf's. "Don't you now?"

Riley was lost for words. This couldn't be real. Never did he think the story would be true, and now here it is. His heart fluttered. The beast was going to eat him. He had wanted this for so long, but now... now. Not now he thought, he had so much to live for, so much to do. He could see his life opening up before him, countless avenues, countless faces, and then all he saw was a rounded bulge, leathery skin stretched taut and sagging, gurgling, and he knew this would be his only future, stewing slowly in the orca's tight stomach.

Not now... anything but this. Not like this... The orca opened his jaws slowly, spreading before the wolf's trembling nose, tendrils of spittle arcing from the roof to the twitching table of the tongue. A wall of hot, wet air blasted into Riley's face. "No! Wait!" he begged, his voice distorted as if speaking into a beaker. "I don't want to die!" He heard Rohtu chuckle softly before the large, slimy tongue began to rise. It slathered the wolf's cheek, licking lazily across his nostrils and onto the other side, slapping against him tenderly. It began to reach back, up past his eyes and toward his ears. The tips of the mighty jaws began to edge over the wolf's muzzle: the start of the ingestion. As the tongue curled around the perked ear tips, matting them down with thick dollops of drool, Riley's face had entered the maw, his chin resting on the base of the adept tongue. He whimpered as he watched the tip of the orca's beak slide gently over his field of vision, replaced with a row of gruesome teeth then a dripping cavern of writhing flesh. While his ears and the back of his head were given a thorough licking, torrents of dribble washed over his eyes and nostrils, and despite his attempts he couldn't work the foul smelling liquid from them. The tongue started to return, drawing the wolf's head entirely inside the large predator. The canines slipped behind his ears, the molars clamped at either side of his muzzle and the sharp incisors rested perilously on either side of his neck. His nose had been pressed under the dripping uvula, displacing it to one side as his muzzle sat on the brink of the tight, constricting passageway to the grumbling stomach. The orca kept him like this, allowing him to share his heavy, fish laced breath, letting him soak in his gooey saliva and most importantly, keep him worrying about that final, ultimate drop.

The wolf tried to pull out, but the maw was firmly closed around him. He raised his arms to the long, smooth beak, now speckled with slime, and tried to pry the jaws open feebly. His attempts only served to amuse his dominator. He ran his hands along the length of the creature's muzzle, feeling the outside of his humid prison. It was a strange sensation: the firm, hard jawbones and soft latex like skin separated his hands from his head; he could understand the exact shape and size of the maw he was encased in, and subsequently his size relative to the imposing orca's.

He twisted and turned, causing thick squelches in the soft flesh and ample lubrication. The orca responded by sucking lightly on his meal, slopping waves of spit onto the poor wolf and pressing him into folds of intimate muscle. He pounded with his fists onto the bare chest, hearing his pathetic blows echo up the throat, hardly disturbing the beast's breathing. As Rohtu's continual suckling had drawn Riley up to his shoulders, now he could see faintly down into the tight, flexing tube of muscle. No... He saw himself as a bulge again, this time being slowly squeezed down that tube, immobilised, half in the belly, squirming for air, almost tearing the skin of the orca's neck as he ate something half his own size. No... Surely he wouldn't fit... he wouldn't fit...

"I won't fit!" He yelled as loud as he could, unable to open his mouth much in the confines of the orca's jaw. The suckling stopped. Perhaps this would be the first swallow, his first step on the journey to being food. He whimpered, waiting for the tug. Instead, the jaws opened. The wolf yanked his head out of the slimy embrace spluttering, saliva coating his head like honey and soaking his chest where the colossus had dribbled over the fine, young meal.

"Won't fit, you say?" The orca spoke, still crouching to the wolf's level on all fours, licking the flavoursome spittle off his chops. He rose up onto his two back legs towering over Riley, tail balancing out behind him. He dragged the wolf to his feet, stunned and short of breath. "Listen" He commanded, wrapping his thick hand around the wolf's slick head and pressing it side on against the flat expanse of his gut. "Can you hear that, little wolf?" All Riley could hear was the slow, steady heartbeat and the long, purposeful breaths. The soft skin felt good against his damp fur, and he could smell the orca's powerful musk from the groin placed at his chest, and the panic he had felt only moments before was already a milestone fading over the horizon as he sped away into a dreamy contentment. Then, as if on cue, an ominous gurgle bubbled from the orca's abdomen, a faint churning, a noise of liquid being disturbed, a slow sloshing, a faint fizz and a deep rumbling echoed up the tower of Rohtu's body, letting loose a tremendous belch which echoed down the winding paths of the caverns around them.

"That, little wolf, is the sound of my last meal." The Rohtu said, in a calm, matter of fact way as if he were reading telephone numbers or counting sheep. "He was a little bigger than you, I would say. Five nine, strong arms, bold eyes, he made quite the fight as he was packed inside. But he slotted in after all his struggling, made a good wriggling bulge. I couldn't move for almost a day, not until he had loosened up a little." The wolf was listening to every word, hanging on them as if it were a eulogy. "What you're hearing now, little wolf, is what will be happening to you soon. Seeing as you were shall we say, apprehensive to begin with, perhaps I should let you know what awaits you?"

Riley knew full well what awaited him behind those firm layers of physical perfection.

"Very well. First of all, let us not forget that the saliva that already drips down half your body is the prelude to all this. Remember that not only does it help me squeeze you down my throat, which by the way is a very slow process for one such as your size, but it is digesting you even before you reach the cosy confines of my gut. Notice how your fur feels softer already? That is the enzymes working away at you, slowly, painlessly. But it's not all painless, oh no. Once you do arrive in my gut, which will be a close fit I'll admit, you'll be greeted by the welcoming scent of orca digestion. While you flop around in the darkness you'll be lovingly basted in a stew of my past meals, my saliva and the main star, the acids. Are you listening, little wolf? This is where it gets interesting."

Riley nodded feebly - the gurgling continued. "Good. At first it will be like a normal bath. In fact, I'm somewhat envious of my meals for this, the first hour or so of digestion is always such a pleasant experience for the prey. You'll be warm, tucked neatly into a ball and dripping with wonderful, odorous slime. I do imagine you'll come to enjoy the smell in time, after all, the longer you are in there the more it will have your own scent. Though I digress. My stomach is a very powerful organ, I'm sure you've noticed this, pressed against my abdomen. It will massage you like you've never been before, a sensation so complete you will struggle to withstand it. You'll be twisted, turned, pulled, compressed, squeezed, crushed, crunched, in every direction and in every manner, just to tenderise you, to work those warm, gooey juices into your soft fur and skin. After an hour or so, I believe most of your fur would be gone, and you would start to feel the wonderful stabs of acid on your naked flesh. For most furs I've eaten, this is where I get the biggest kick. Most furs will not be used to the feeling of their skin, and so when it is assaulted by my all encompassing stomach walls and my tingling acids it often proves highly erotic for them. I've felt many meals in the past masturbating furiously as best they can in the tightness, in the dripping darkness of my merciless gut. You'll feel the burning, little wolf, but it will be electrifying. Not pain, but pleasure. When I see your round, squirming bulge spasming, I'll know you're on the brink of real digestion. It will be then I'll take my own pleasure, rubbing over your condensed form as I let myself succumb to pure predatory ecstasy. You'll feel it, or at least, you would have felt it, for when I start really handling my orcahood, you'll be coming around to the final stage of your life.

"For the last hour and a half, you would have grown used to the vile stench, you would have welcomed the full body massage, you even would have enjoyed the hot, sticky bath of tingling juices, but not now. Now your skin will start to fray, your extremities will start to fizz and your orifices burn. Now, when you truly start to suffer the horrors of mammalian digestion, I'll be beating off. You'll plead, you'll fight, and you'll try to tear your way out as your skin falls off your body. You'll sob as the relentless crushing of my stomach forces your agonised face into the brutal slop. There is no escape at this point. All of your wild thrashing will result in nothing more than a gentle wiggling of your bulge underneath my skin. I've been known to keep this up for hours, pleasuring myself while countless many like you have agonisingly melted into my intestines. When I do release, that is when I shall sleep you off. You will have only my slumbering breathing and the sound of your own demise to keep you company. You will wish for death, and depending on how generous I am feeling, I may just consider finishing you off in grace with a satisfying belch."

Riley had heard every syllable of the great orca's speech. His mind was clear now, free of panic, free of fear and of shame. He nuzzled into the hard abs, not wanting to face Rohtu, only to be within him.

"The rest is just biology." The orca looked down at the wolf, who seemed to have calmed after the speech, desensitised. He noticed also the wolf had developed a large, throbbing erection - he had been right about this one. He knelt down, face to face with his meal. "So, little wolf, are you ready to be digested?"

Riley looked up to Rohtu's eyes, still fierce and savage with hunger, and had an epiphany. "I've wanted this all my life, ever since I could jerk off I'd always wanted to do it inside the belly of some great beast. And now I will. Until now I'd never really thought it would be the end of me. I know it will hurt, I know I'll regret it, but I have to do it, I have to be inside of you. I want to be inside of you, to be your food, to be..." He gulped "...digested".

The Orca had a victory. There was a greater satisfaction eating a live prey who knew his fate entirely to one who was oblivious of the horror to come. He would enjoy this one for hours. He pressed his snout against the wolf's chest, inhaling deeply. He was sweating, and when Rohtu nudged his massive jaw underneath Riley's arms he took in the scent of his hard earned prey. Though Riley's mind had accepted his fate, his body was still protesting. The orca adored the frenzied pheromones, and took a lick of the damp underarm. Riley simply stood there, his knees weak, while the orca slobbered over his pit, tasting the wolf. His tongue worked down his arm, past his elbow, slipping the wolf's paw onto the flat, bumpy tongue, the tongue that would soon be pushing him down into Rohtu's menacing body.

Not yet though. The orca, taking his muzzle to the dripping tip of the wolf's member let his hot, soggy breath roll over it, causing it to spasm a little. The scent here too was appetising, and it was only a matter of seconds until the sleek black head was slipped under the small wolf's nutsack, lapping and sniffing the odour of his meal. The sensation of the orca's gentle lickings upon his groin was immense, though he withstood, saving his seed for the hungry stomach. He had never felt so vulnerable, but he felt a strange satisfaction as the predator savoured his body like a connoisseur would - and in the spirit of a good meal he hoped his taste would live up to his aroma.

When Rohtu was finally back at eye level, his snout dampened with lupine musk and sweat, he placed his hands behind Riley's head. "Ready, little wolf?"

"Please..." he whimpered, unable to say anything meaningful. He had wanted to say something bold or heroic, something that would leave a legacy behind for generations: 'The Wolf Who Was Eaten Alive', but all he felt was an overwhelming desire to be inside and to think no more of it.

And so it began, Riley's journey to being food was now underway, a process that he knew he could not stop, nor one he wanted to stop. It was no longer a matter of 'if', but now just a matter of 'when'. Just as before, the orca opened his mouth wide, letting his breath waft over the wolf. "That smell, little wolf, will be one hundred times worse in my stomach" Riley took it in with a deep, long gulp of rotten air from Rohtu's maw. The raw scent instilled an animalistic fear in him, he spluttered a little, but held himself steady, using his adrenaline to bolster his resolve. This stench, he thought, is my new oxygen.

The orca slipped his entire maw over the wolf's head, cupping his chin with the slobbery tongue. In up to the neck, his nose again brushed the uvula aside as it perched atop the gaping chasm. The maw sealed shut, bathing Riley's head in the muggy heat, the whirling fumes and slick secretions. The vibrant flesh was dulled in the lack of light, though he could see the mottled patches salivating around his evidently tasty fur.

The jaws opened a little. He felt Rohtu's hands on his arms, pinning them to his side. The lips pressed against his shoulders. If they slipped inside the humid maw then his fate was sealed, he would be nothing more than meat within the hour, and he was right. The orca thrust the pinned wolf forward as he stretched his beak to the limit, popping the shoulders inside and cramming Riley's head into the constricting throat. His muzzle was clamped shut in the tight rings, his ears were blocked by soft, twitching flesh and dribble trickled down over his closed eyelids. He tried to open them, but saw nothing, just a black shimmer. He couldn't breathe easily; his own throat was being crushed by the orca's. Through his soggy nostrils he drank as much of the putrid air he could, absorbing the smell of rotting fish and acid. The orca hadn't lied, the smell was atrocious and he knew it would get worse, yet what choice did he have? Meals don't have opinions, he told himself; he's just got to let it take him: after all, the next poor victim is going to have to put up with the smell of digesting wolf, the smell of digesting Riley... he shuddered at the thought.

Then came the first swallow. Riley had not expected the tremendous force that hit him. His face and throat was crushed in the onslaught of peristalsis. He felt his bones creak as the sheer pressure forced him to move forward, parting the tiny muscular tube. It was painful, though the waves of spit were indeed making it more bearable. Then he remembered what Rohtu said, it was all just a prelude, he's already being dissolved by the seemingly innocent saliva. Each passing second made him feel more and more like the morsel he truly was. His arms were now locked to his sides in the taut beak, the tongue slathering over the wolf's nipples. He could hear his predator groaning in pleasure above the sloshing, gurgling innards: he was delicious, he was tasty, he had never thought of describing himself like that before. All his personality and all his intellect all come to nothing: it was what he tasted like that counted now.

Another crushing wave of swallowing brought his shoulders into the throat and his navel onto the tip of Rohtu's tongue. He cried in pain as it happened, as if his skull was in a vice, but the pain was instantaneous, and in the next moment he was hanging in the stretched, relaxed gullet, the broad tongue working its way over his belly fur and painting it with slobber. He felt his feet leave the ground, the great orca holding him just below his waist. The beak was inclined slightly, so that the lupine's dripping member leaked down onto the jet black arms. The wolf's tail hung limply, flicking involuntarily when the predator would lick the right spots. Rohtu slipped his hand around the firm, toned cheek of the half ingested wolf, cupping it in his palm. His fingers felt into the sweaty crevice, looking forward to the moment he would slather his tongue over it, taking in the wonder flavour of wolf musk. He slipped a finger in, feeling a shudder from the trapped male, and proceeded with his meal.

The next swallow sent his chest into the throat and his belly onto the tongue. The pressure rolled along him, squelching in the torrents of drool. He was stretching the orca now, he could feel the tautness of the flesh around him. He was that bulge he envisioned earlier, straining the beast's black neck such that it reflected the primal light of the fire. The base of his cock now pressed against the lower lip of the orca, dribbling down the chin. He wanted to paw off, but his arms were pinned to his sides by the lips, teeth and tongue. The broad, flat muscle slipped out the maw, brushing past the aching cock smearing it with a ample helping of orca spit, before curling under the scrotum, between his legs and up between the twin furred ass cheeks. Oh how Riley wanted that hot, heavy tongue to wrap around his erection, to seal it in the slobbery, writhing warmth, but the orca would not give him that pleasure. Both males growled, through Riley was now squirming in the tight, assaulting heat. The tongue probed him, slicked him up and pushed: not a swallow, a push. His cock bent against the tongue, embedding it almost painfully into the mattress of spongy tissue. More of his body slipped into the oesophagus, slipping a little now due to his weight. He felt cocooned in the slippery tube, wrapped firm in the orca's skin, who now look ed monstrously deformed, as if a trunk of a tree had been shoved into his chest and made his body conform around it. Yet Rohtu felt the stretching as a burning pleasure, with live prey wriggling, breathing, sweating inside him; and boy was this wolf sweating. Thick, heavy musk dripped from the wolf's groin, and Rohtu slurped it up eagerly, revelling in the wolf's natural fear and bestial carnality.

The stomach growled; Rohtu swallowed sending the groin to the entrance of his gullet and the knees to the tip of his dribbling beak. Riley got his first taste of Rohtu's stomach in that moment, as his body was constricted painfully once again, first slipping his muzzle, an then his forehead through the sphincter joining the gurgling sack to the throat. What a stench! He coughed and spluttered hard enough for the predator to know he had just arrived at his destination. Pure, vile, heated stink. Both the smell of death and the smell of pure vitality, but the horrid, acrid aroma of acid and bile were what turned Riley's stomach. He was gripped, fixed in place so his head was simply dangling in the stifling, putrid air deep within the orca's digestive system. 'God', he thought, 'how is it this bad? Is this what I'll become?' He forgot of the slimy walls that kneaded his unnaturally straightened form, he forgot about his tender, aching member slipping into the gullet, all he knew was revulsion, revulsion that this unearthly smell was what he wanted; this was being eaten alive and whole and dealing with the consequences, dealing with Rohtu's hungry belly and all it's biological products.

Much time had passed since he has began his voyage, those shimmering lips seemed like a childhood memory, those pecs which his torso were now gripped by were just as a picture in a magazine, yet Rohtu was not tiring. He was left to hang, head in the stomach, body in the gullet and lower legs in the cold cavern air in limbo. The sack gurgled, he sense it churn and writhe, eager to be filled, he knew Rohtu would swallow him again. The squeeze came and his shoulder and nipples slipped into the organ. His muzzle was dipped into a thick, sticky soup of partially digested meat and secretions before sliding out along the contour of the rubbery walls. He had already filled the current volume, but his feet were still outside the mouth, it would indeed be a tight fit, yet he knew Rohtu would manage, he wanted to fit and bulge the predator's middle so much his outline would be visible so that the whole world could watch as he was slowly transformed from a live wolf to wolf stew. He felt Rohtu taking deep whiffs of his feet which lay just under his nostrils. To the orca, the dusty, clammy scent was fascinating. The toes wriggled as the tongue brushed over them, collecting the salty sweat from the leathery foot pads. He let them slide into his mouth slowly, the toes sinking into the meaty tongue, the heels rubbing along the roof of the mouth. He closed his maw and swished his saliva around them, the paws always tasted so good. However, his hunger and his lust bade him to finish to job, and lifting his maw high to the roof of the cavern, he sent the wriggling toes down into his throat with a hearty gulp.

'I'm inside" He thought, the idea running in circles like a dog after its tail. 'I'm inside, I'm inside, I'm inside'. His stomach had been push into the swelling organ, forcing it to stretch and curl the wolf's head to his navel. He wiggled his toes, feeling the slickness between them as they were sucked down into the body of the beast, for Rohtu had stopped swallowing after the last big one - one which almost crushed the sloppy wolf's pelvis. Gravity was doing a fine job, the oblong bulge of the throat steadily filled out into a hemisphere in the centre of Rohtu's abdomen, the powerful washboard abs fighting to maintain their flatness. More and more of the lupine slipped into the stomach, a stream of saliva flowing through the valve his thighs now filled. His cock slapped against his muzzle, but he ignored it, letting the sensation of filling the belly be his only concern. He could stretch it no more - the walls began to churn, moulding his body into a shape that would fit. He slithered around, eager to help the process and let the digestion commence. His knees struggled to fit in, but he started to bend them and they popped through, each one sliding up to the respective shoulder, his shins flowing out with them and then his feet with a slurp. A final burst of spittle from above signalled the sealing of the chamber, severing Riley's last connection to the world he was born into and giving welcome to the one in which he would die.

The stomach groaned, bobbed and shifted until a few seconds after his complete ingestion, unsure of the extreme volume held within it. There was no movement and near silence, just blood pumping and a slow, laboured breathing. He was inside, his knees around his head, his head against his cock and his ass spread eagled just below the valve from which he came, being drizzled with a thin strand of saliva which seeped delicately into his exposed anus, filling his innards with sticky warmth. His tail was wrapped around his right leg to keep it from bothering his face, and his arms lay along the contour of his back. But he was inside.

'This', he though, 'is the end of it all. To be digested, to be meat, nothing more than a full belly for a stronger, bigger creature...'. He lay, unable to comprehend how it had happened. In the moment of silence, before the stomach would start its work, the wolf felt perfectly safe, held snug in the hot, smelly gut of a powerful orca.

Then it started; the process of turning him from a living, sentient creature into nutrition. A colossal grumble preceded the squirt of some thick, oppressive liquid onto his chest. It stank of vomit and he tried to wipe it away, but his hands were locked into place. He groaned but felt his cock jump. It was vile but it excited him. A sudden contraction pushed his head between his thighs momentarily, his ribs and spine creaking. He yelled the fierce pain lingered a while before dissipating as the stomach walls retracted. Just like the vile stench, the pain turned to a form of dark pleasure when he knew that was the stomach's way of defeating him, and he wanted to be defeated. He wanted to be subject to the fury of Rohtu's body, all the worst it can throw at him, the most it can degrade him, he wanted it.

He felt Rohtu hammer on his prison with a few resounding pats, sloshing the thick goo around. "Little wolf" He said, his voice distant and muted, but audible "You are a fine meal, I'm going to enjoy digesting you. Just relax, the first hour should be pleasant enough, then let me enjoy the rest." The orca slumped down onto the pile of linen and simply rubbed his gut. His glistening red member had started to peak through the tight slit, but he wanted to wait for Riley to be in the full throes of digestion before he would deal with it. Instead he contented himself by examining the faint ridges of the conquered wolf's arm, shoulder and knee almost bursting from the taut flesh. Occasionally, he would se the outline of the wolf's face when the stomach shifted him around, pressing it against the barrier of the abdomen. It had an open muzzle, flung back in euphoria or supreme relaxation.

It was a dream come true for the dizzy wolf, who felt his body simmering in the hot pool. His body was repeatedly squirted with horrid smelling gunk from the walls which would then crunch and compact him, making sure to work the digestive agents into him. He loved it. Each ripple contorted his body, spewing the hot liquids across the chamber to baste his body. It was not long before he was coated in the gloop, hanging from the walls to every part of his body. It didn't burn, it just felt soft and soothing, causing him to wriggling and buck just to feel it slither and squelch around him. The stomach grew more violent, it began to twist him, but to his joy. After a few contractions his front side was laying in the shallow gunk, he closed his eyes as they slipped under too. His cock tip lay just breaching the surface, and he knew instantly what awaited him. Against his naked flesh the acid was glorious: it felt luxuriously soft and slick and so hot. He thrust into it, submerging his member into the liquid and along the taut stomach wall which squeezed in response. It crushed the breath out of him, so that when he inhaled he took in a mouthful of stomach slime. He had the recollection of vomiting and having that taste in his mouth, it was exactly the same. Except oddly enough it tasted somewhat of fresh meat in a frying pan or oven - fresh stewed wolf.

The cycle continued. Every 5 minutes or so the orca's belly would turn him like a rotisserie chicken while crunching down on him every few seconds. His chest hurt, he wondered if he had broken a rib, but the pain only grew and grew with each contraction. His joints ached, some from not moving for too long, some from the harsh movements of the sack. It didn't matter, food didn't complain. He welcomed each spasm as it crushed his body, rippling walls of soft, sticky flesh pulsed along him, twisted him, kneaded the hot, gurgling slime into his skin. His fur was thinning and the heat was rising, yet the stomach did not shrink. He did not know how long he had been at the mercy of the orca's digestive system, he only wanted to stay. Rohtu was right about one thing, the smell was something he had grown used to. The stench of digestion, of warm, rumbling bellies, of loud wet belches, it was the smell of a predator in the most base form. He rejoiced each time more and more slime was sprayed onto him, inhaling the giddy scent and thinking 'Yes, eat me, digest me' as the crude, viscous liquid rolled slowy along his patchy fur and into the pool.

It was a gradual process, but he soon noticed the pinpricks over his body. First his arms and lower legs, then the valley between his thighs, then his armpits and back. His fur was falling from him, and, could he see it, his skin was a deep red, agitated by the powerful ooze. His skin felt alive, independent of his body. This was what Rohtu had meant. He was over an hour in, an hour of slow and slimy digestion behind that perfect white skin and now he was doomed. He felt it more now than before. He began to twist and turn, the tingling sending his cock wild, spurting pre over his muzzle and chest. The walls contracted much more frequently now and with greater vigour. Each twisted his body, pulled him, and compressed him. He knew the stomach was trying to tear him apart. This was the moment: this was where he'd let Rohtu know he was sizzling.

He slipped his cock into his mouth, the usual taste of cum and musk drowned by that of the orca's digestive juices. His mouth was comparatively cool to the stomach, but the taste of his organ combined with the taste of Rohtu's reeking gut was divine. He quickly slipped it out, sensing the belly was turning him. His cock slipped into a groove laden with the foul smelling gunk which had melted all his fur. He could smell his skin cooking, he felt his bones crunch and grind with each flex of the muscles, and it served to make him pound the stomach wall with abandon. He was at the pinnacle - his destiny to be trashed in the furnace of another's body, in the slime of a stomach's secretions, underneath the godlike structure of the male around him. Rohtu, feeling this, began tease his malehood.

"Ah little wolf, you've lasted a long time...but now you'll feel me take you, I want you to squirm as you burn." He stroked his dripping tool with one hand and caressed the struggling bulge with the other. "You'll be nothing but soup soon, little wolf, soup and bones." Riley heard all of this, he began to feel true pain, but his ecstasy pulled him through it. He felt Rohtu's hand caressing his churning belly through the layer of fat and muscle. He was trapped, burning in the most rancid stench imaginable, bathing in the juices of another animal's body, being crushed by an orca who was masturbating while watching his meal bulge and wiggle. 'Oh god' he though, 'I'm dying. He's doing it. I'm food...meat...god it hurts." The pain, the smell, the tightness, the rhythm of the orca's jerking, the ecstasy of digestion, the wolf could bear it no more. Crying out in agony and euphoria, jets of burning white cum shot into the stomach walls. They splattered onto his naked, blistering skin as if cool ointment, they splattered onto his muzzle which he licked up in earnest. His orgasm lasted minutes as his body was destroyed. With his final spurts he cried as the acid began to eat at his eyes. He thrashed, tired and weak, but he only mixed the thick slop that was his essence. "Rohtu!" He yelled, his throat hoarse with the fumes. "Please... Rohtu...please..." He begged in sobs. 'Just food', he though, 'just food'. He felt a strong convulsion, independent of his agonising prison: it was the orca blowing his thick, salty load. The poor wolf would soon be in those heavy testes, just as he would be in those firm arms and flexing tail, that loving tongue - he would also be sucked down into his intestines to be turned to heavy, stinking excrement. He had got what he'd always wanted: to be eaten and digested.

Rohtu took a finger of his thick cream and lapped it up as his meal began to spasm in agony. "You did well, little wolf." He said, kneading his gurgling stomach. "Consider this a repayment". His pressed hard onto his rounded dome of a gut, forcing the stifling air in his stomach out with a rasping belch. The scent of wolf lingered in the air as the squirming stopped. The orca slumped down to rest, unaware of the tender footfalls of an inquisitive fox approaching in the night.