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A taste of northern warmth

by Strega

"I have heard that the north waters are warmer now," chittered Wavesong one day, and Two-Click bobbed his body in agreement. He had heard that, too.

"Let's head that way and see," he chittered back. "If the water gets too cold or the food too scarce we can always turn back."

With that it was agreed and for a month the two dolphins headed north, Two-Click and his larger mate. They soon left the waters they best knew and their collection of acquaintances, for they had always been ones to wander and except for very close friends dolphins don't tend to form permanent associations. Oh, they might swim or play or even mate with those they knew, but they would as readily do those things with a friendly stranger. The sea was big enough that territoriality was not needed.

They moved into strange waters and soon noticed the lack of the dolphins-with-spots they often saw to the south. They themselves were larger and of more solid colors, and the ones they met now could easily have been kin. The strangers chittered at them familiarly and they replied with "We're just exploring these waters." There was food enough for all and except for some play and a brief mating or two to enliven their journey that was all the interaction they had with these strangers.

From time to time they leapt from the water to spy the horizon and they largely kept within sight of the land mass to the west. Occasionally they would swim closer and over the weeks they noted the gradual change of vegetation from broad-leaved trees to those with needles, and the changes in the wildlife they occasionally spotted. Deer were larger and broader-horned to the north, the tan canine-predators doubled in size and went darker, and in addition to the familiar black bears were larger and larger brown ones. The waters did grow cooler as they swam, but they had not encountered temperatures too chill for their blubber yet.

Once they spied a sea otter far larger than they were used to, larger even than themselves, but though it swam toward them in a friendly manner they refused to allow it within reach. Otters were pleasant to look at but sometimes savage and though Wavesong idly wondered what it would be like to mate with one they stayed clear of the sharp-clawed water weasel. It was sleek and fast but of course not as fast as they and with a disappointed flip of its tail it swam away.

Twice after that they saw orca, but you had to be wary with those. Yes, part of a male orca might just fit into a dolphin, or much more easily the other way around, but if you were too bold you might find yourself entirely inside one, and that wasn't good for anyone but the orca.

Eventually they ran out of dolphins to talk to, but sheer curiosity drove them onward. The trees were entirely of the needle type along the shore now and more and more of the brown land was replaced with white. They even encountered great chunks of ice floating in the sea.

When the land to the west was entirely covered with ice and snow they saw the first white bear. It stared at them from the shore, black eyes and nose and claws standing out from its pallid fur, but turned away disinterestedly. They swam on but the thought of an all-white bear, something they'd not heard of, provoked much discussion. When they saw the second, larger one swimming, almost as far from shore as themselves, curiosity overcame them and they swam closer.

"Hello!" Two-Click chirped, and the bear turned with a swipe of powerful furry paws to look at them. It seemed remarkably comfortable in the water, more so than the other bears they had seen, and even in build it was different - pointed of snout and streamlined, though not so much so as their own perfectly water-adapted bodies.

"Hello to you," it growled back. "Are you strangers here? I have not seen seals like yourselves."

"We are not seals," Wavesong chirped indignantly. "We are dolphins, from the south."

"Mm," the bear grunted. "Come to the shore and will will talk. The waves are too high for me."

As good a swimmer as the white bear was it was no contest which of them was faster, and the two dolphins circled and nosed the bear with great interest. It was Wavesong who discovered that it was male, not so much from finding the sheath - his was much better buried than most land creatures' - but by the lack of an obvious breeding slit. With a furry, well insulated bulge in its place he must be male.

By the time he reached the shore the curious dolphins had nosed his belly and rump and as he sat up still half in the water their eyes were drawn to the thick black shaft that stood out so from his yellow-white fur. Momentarily at a loss for words the dolphins withdrew a few yards and the white bear idly rested his muzzle on one paw, the other reaching down to cradle his formidable erection. This part of him was not as well protected from the cold water but the grip of a great furry paw helped and more emerged as he stoked himself.

There was a hurried conversation in dolphin-chitters, too rapid for the bear to follow.

"Look at that," Wavesong said. "I want to fuck the bear."

"Careful dear," Two-Click chirped, not trusting this stranger as much as his mate. "He has sharp claws and we do not know him."

The bear remained nonthreatening and soon Wavesong could not resist swimming forward to nose at the heavy black cock. Still more of it appeared as its furry cover shrank back and the white bear took his paw away in surprise. Ink-dark eyes blinked as he looked down at the snout nuzzling his well-furred testicles.

"So you are a water bear," Two-Click chirped, and with no sign of any embarrassment due to his arousal the bear nodded. It let out a low growl as Wavesong mouthed at his shaft, the sound becoming one of approval as her peg teeth parted to let it slip into her jaws. It was larger than a dolphin's but with a gape trained by eating fish whole she took in the whole length of it in one long swallow. Her throat muscles gripped down and the bear grunted.

"Ice bear. Nanuq, we are called. And you are friendly seals," the bear growled. Two-Click didn't bother to correct that, as he had swum in next to his mate to nose at the novelty of the land-dweller's genitals. The bear for his part slipped a forepaw under Wavesong, rubbing her belly as it searched for her slit. The bear was no more a stranger to the chill water than the dolphins and as he lay back mostly submerged Wavesong disgorged his shaft and swam up atop him.

Only the bear's face was above the water now and Two-Click looked beneath the waves as his mate positioned herself. Furry white paws with claws carefully kept safe gripped her flanks and Wavesong let out a long chirp of arousal as the thick black shaft began to disappear into her. The bear tugged as she essed her body and her chirp turned into a long chitter as almost his whole formidable length slipped into her stretched pink sex.

She was always an energetic lover and the bear matched her watery humping with thrusts of his hips. He could not get all of himself inside and every time he tried to bury the last bit Wavesong let out a half-pained chirp. She was stretched around the bear as she never had been around a dolphin and her passion was quick and powerful. With a long chitter she spasmed and Two-Click click left off nuzzling the bear's balls to nose the pink sex stretched tight around the shaft.

"Very nice," the bear growled, and as he was obviously not nearly finished Two-Click swam up alongside his mate. The bear was very large but he too was aroused now and it would not be the first time another male had entered him. He was sure he could manage that girth.

As he bumped against his mate in the effort to swap one orifice wrapped around bear-cock for another the bear crooked one hind leg to rub his back with a heel, and a clawed but careful paw rubbed his side. The other forepaw was on the far side of Wavesong and they were both belly to belly with the bear when everything went horribly wrong.

A dolphin's chirp of alarm is different from all others and Two-Click lifted his head from the water to behold a terrifying sight. He was just in time to see the bear's jaws close over his mate's muzzle and with a shove of that hidden forepaw she disappeared almost to the blowhole in an instant. There was a creak and pop as the bear's jaws stretched wide around her head and it was instantly apparently it wasn't play. A great muscular contraction beneath the fur carried the bulge of Wavesong's snout down into his neckfur as the white bear began to swallow Two-Click's mate whole.

With an angry chirp of his own Two-Click backed off to build up speed for a ram...or he tried. The bear had not forgotten him and the gently stroking paw was heavy on his own head now. Along with the leg now wrapped around his lower body he couldn't wriggle free and when that paw shifted to grip his muzzle as though it were a handle he could only wriggle, furious at the treacherous ice bear and horrified at the sight of his mate being eaten alive. Wavesong was thrashing with all her might but the bear's jaws held her fast and though she must be nearly half as heavy as the ice bear, bit by bit it was swallowing her down.

Her blowhole disappeared beneath the greasy black nosepad and black skin began to show through his stretched neckfur as her head followed her nose into his gullet. The white bear was edging up out of the water as it fed and as less and less of her was in the damp and more in the cold air she was losing her ability to resist. Instead of cold water and air inch after inch of her slipped into the sweltering heat of the bear's throat and she must know now what it had been like for all the fish, and the occasional seabird they had caught, gripped headfirst between their jaws and swallowed alive.

Wavesong could not save herself and as the bear's thick black shaft slipped out of her Two-Click found that he had further problems of his own. The nanuq might have thrust into his mate as it swallowed her but the struggle pulled its cock free and the hot black shaft bumped into Two-Click's flank as he thrashed. That seemed to give the bear an idea and he chittered in anguish as the powerful paw gripping his snout forced him to roll over.

With his head out of the water he heard the bear gulp and watched with despair as Wavesong slipped into its jaws to the midsection. Her snout must be in his stomach now and unless he got free to help the rest would soon join it, probably followed by himself. The bear was only as big as both of them put together but some dolphins could swallow prey their own size and Two-Click was certain that unless he escaped they would end up together in the swollen belly of the ice bear.

Something prodded his blowhole and Two-Click tried to chitter in pain only to find his nostril stoppered. The bear had never finished his mating and now it found a way to continue. Two-Click had been ready to offer his anus or genital slit earlier - something might have been attempted, anyway - but now a tug of the furry white paw on his snout shoved his head against the bear's belly and that ponderous black shaft disappeared to the midpoint in his blowhole.

Two-Click was still largely in the water and thrashed the waves with his flukes in a desperate effort to escape, but to no avail; he was already weak from lack of air. The polar bear's penis plugged his blowhole like a cork in a bottle and all his panicked movements did was work his breathing-hole up and down the bear's cock. It was never designed for that but the bear let out a long growl of lust. The leg wrapped around Two-Click pulled him close and the dolphin's eyes threatened to bulge out of his head as the girthy black shaft nearly reached his lungs.

His eyes rolled up to see the last bits of Wavesong disappearing. All that was left of her now was the flukes sticking out to either side of the bear's muzzle. A great contraction moved through the bear's swollen neckfur and the flukes began to fold as these last bits of his lover began to follow the rest down the bear's throat.

Wavesong was half as large as the bear and its belly bulged out against Two-Click as she was swallowed. The tips of her flukes slipped out of sight as the polar bear's jaws closed and with a last great gulp the bulge of dolphin moved through its neckfur and was gone into the swelling further down. Wavesong's streamlined body had proved the perfect shape for easy swallowing.

With his meal done the bear let out a grunt of lust and reached the other forepaw down to grip one of Two-Click's flippers. With a series of thrusts of its hips matched by tugs on his snout it slammed the last few inches of its cock into his blowhole. Flesh wrapped tight around the black shaft left no room for air to pass and his vision dimmed as the bear thrust and growled rhythmically.

As it thrust it pulled him from the water, and Two-Click felt the shaft twist in his blowhole as the ice bear turned him atop itself. Entirely out of the wet he could barely support his own weight and he flopped helplessly in its grip as it reversed him snout for tail. Two-Click knew why it did that but with not enough air in his lungs or water to push against he could only squirm helplessly upside-down as the bear worked his flukes into its jaws and swallowed them. Inch by inch his body followed and having seen his larger mate disappear down that gullet he knew it would have no trouble with him. It had only gone this slowly to take the time to mount his blowhole and as its belly thrust against his head and its lust grew it swallowed him down smoothly and easily. Chill air was replaced with the hot smooth grip of muscle as the rhythmic contractions of the bear's swallowing muscles sucked him tailfirst down its throat.

It had been buried in his blowhole for long minutes now and Two-Click greeted the last, long, shuddering growl almost with a sense of relief. Greedily the bear pulled his snout against its belly as it came and he felt both the muffled squirming of poor swallowed Wavesong and the copious spurting of bear seed deep inside his blowhole.

Slowly its grip slackened and Two-Click gasped desperately for air. Droplets of viscous bear goo filled the air as he sneezed out as much as he could and so intent was he on clearing his lungs that he didn't see the other forepaw reach down. The bear let go his snout and gripped both his flippers, just as it had Wavesong's, and with a sense of sudden dread Two-Click looked past his snout at the softening black cock moving away. Beyond that was the ocean he would never taste again, for that cock was only receding because he was on his way further into the bear.

"No," he squeaked, "Please. You already had a -" the bear's fangs slid over his tough skin, one digging in next to his eye for a moment, and Two-Click gasped in pain. He had only just regained his breath and now his blowhole could only take in air between the ridges of the bear's palate. His squeal of alarm was muffled even more as the ice bear lifted its muzzle. Palate rubbed the flexible flesh around the hole as it, and the last broad part of his head began to slip into the muscular chute of the bear's throat. It did not even have to swallow. Gravity, a force he laughed at save for the brief moments he spent leaping into the air from the waves, pulled him tailfirst into the bear's gullet. The noise he made as the bear's muzzle shut before him, slowly closing off the light, was hardly audible even to him.

It only had four pointed fangs, he noted idly, with six smaller and less sharp fangs between the pairs of them, plus larger teeth behind the big ones for cutting or crushing meat. It did not need to do either this time. Slick gullet as slippery as the waves clutched at his face to pull him down, sliding up past his eyes. His last view of light was the slit of sky visible between the bear's closing jaws, and even that diminished as the chute of gullet took him. Finally the bear swallowed and the last sliver of daylight was replaced by the pulsing darkness of muscle as its throat sucked him down.

He struggled even as powerful and well-practiced swallowing muscles pushed him down the white bear's throat but all too soon he found his snout pressed against Wavesong's wet flank, down in the stinking heat and darkness of the polar bear's stomach.

"I'm sorry, love," he chirped. "I should never have brought you here."

"Not all adventures end well," she chirped back, sounding almost happy. "How many fish have thought to have a grand life only to find their way down our own throats?"

Two-Click could not find it in himself to be so cheerful but it made no difference in the end. All he could do now was nuzzle his mate and squirm in the slippery, bile-scented fleshy belly that was his tomb. He managed to cling to consciousness for only a few seconds more than Wavesong as the gurgling hell of bear gut began to digest them.

The nanuq belched, gorged and content. It was a struggle to regain his feet with two large and still-wriggling meals in his gut, but even he was not safe if he stayed at the shore. A wandering orca might see him and then it would score a triple meal, himself and his briefly-met lovers. With a grunt of effort he pushed through a snowbank and toward an ice cave he had used as a den these last few days.

A long, resonant burp cleared most of the air from his gut and a smile curved his muzzle as the struggle within was gradually replaced by the slow gurgles of digestion. It had been a long time since he fed so well and to preface it with such a fine mating! He had forced himself on seals and Inuit before swallowing them but the horny dolphins had been exciting lovers and satisfying meals.

With a long satiated growl he stretched out in the cave. It would take a few days to digest his weight in dolphins and see if his stomach objected to this new flavor of meat. He doubted it would; so far, it had dealt with nearly everything he had ever swallowed. Only the strange-smelling clothing of the Southern humans had needed to be coughed back up sans its owners. That was before he learned to strip it from them as he swallowed, something never needed with the local humans whose clothing of animal hide was as digestible as they were.

Lulled by the gurgles from his belly he settled down to sleep off his meal. There had been a shortage of seals the last year or so that had him deeply worried, but now he may have found a solution. It had not taken long at all to lure the dolphins in for sex and an unexpected - for them at least - dinner. If many of them were this gullible he looked forward to many squirming, satisfying bouts of sex and an equal numbers of good, filling meals. That one led almost inexorably to the other might surprise the dolphins but he was, after all, a bear, perfectly safe to be around and love if he knew you well but otherwise, as one Southern human had called him as he swallowed it, a 'godless eating machine'. It was a title he held with some pride and it was with a last burp and a smile on his muzzle that he drifted off to sleep.