James Roberts, the light brown-furred fox with a penchant for adventure, lay sprawled on his pool float in the vast, azure expanse of the ocean. The sun was a fiery orb high in the sky, casting a warm glow across his features. The white fur around his muzzle and the tip of his tail fluttered gently with the light sea breeze. His brown eyes were closed in blissful relaxation, a stark contrast to the vibrant world of the sea beneath him. The green swimtrunks he wore hugged his muscular form, while his white gloves and Sonic's signature green power sneakers with white straps completed his attire.

The water was a serene playground, the gentle waves lapping against the float as if they were trying to coax him into their embrace. His fur was damp from the occasional splash, and the saltwater left a faint tang in the air around him. The soft murmur of the ocean was the only sound to break the silence, a soothing symphony that lulled James into a peaceful trance. He had escaped to this spot for a much-needed break from the chaotic world of the land, seeking solace in the tranquil depths.

Without warning, a powerful force jolted him from his reverie. The float was yanked downward, the water rushing over James as he was dragged into the briny abyss. Panic set in as he plummeted deeper and deeper, unable to fight the unseen assailant. His eyes snapped open, the sun's rays piercing the water above, growing fainter with every second. The pressure mounted on his body, and the cold began to seep through his fur. He realized too late that he had stumbled upon a creature of the deep, something that craved more than just his presence.

The descent grew slower as the grip around the float tightened, and soon James could make out the silhouette of Sister Mink, her coffee brown fur glistening in the distant light. Her blue eyes gleamed with a hunger that was both primal and eerily predator. Her long tail thrashed with excitement, her bare breasts bobbing with the motion. She had been watching him from the depths, waiting for the perfect moment to strike, and now she had him firmly in her grasp. The realization of his predicament was a cold shock, the last thing he had expected during his peaceful float.

Sister Mink's grin grew wider as she revealed her true intentions, her sharp teeth gleaming in the dimming light. James struggled against the unyielding grip, his heart hammering in his chest. He was no match for the mermaid's strength, and he knew it. Her topless form, the Ruby Red fins of her mermaid tail, and the light blue pearl necklace were the last things he saw as she opened her mouth, revealing a cavernous maw that seemed to swallow the remaining daylight.

The water around James grew warmer, and he felt himself being drawn inexorably closer to Sister Mink's gaping mouth. Her breath was a warm, fishy breeze that sent a shiver down his spine. The scent of the sea mingled with the sweet, coppery tang of bloodlust. He kicked and clawed, desperately trying to free himself from the inevitable. His cries for help were muffled by the water, a pathetic echo in the vastness of the ocean.

As he was consumed, the world around him turned to darkness. He felt the tight squeeze of Sister Mink's throat muscles around his body, the sensation of his fur being coated in a thick, salty slime. The pressure grew intense as she swallowed him whole, his body contorting and sliding down her gullet. The pain was unlike anything James had ever felt before, a mix of suffocation and a crushing weight that seemed to compact him from all sides.

Her stomach was a hot, squishy chamber of digestive acids and powerful muscles, contracting and relaxing in a rhythmic dance of doom. The sounds of his own body breaking down were muffled by the muffled gurgling of her insides. James knew he was being digested alive, his eyes wide with horror as he stared into the abyss of her guts. His thoughts raced, a cacophony of fear and regret, the reality of his grisly fate setting in as the acid began to eat away at his flesh.

Above the surface, the last bubbles from Sister Mink's meal popped, leaving the ocean's calm façade unblemished. A few minutes passed, and the camera panned down into the deep, revealing the mermink's new form. She was now sporting a round, distended belly, the outline of James's body clearly visible through the stretched skin. Her eyes sparkled with satisfaction, and she swam with a languid grace that belied the turmoil within.

Her stomach gurgled, a deep, ominous sound that resonated through the water. Sister Mink knew that she had to relieve herself before she could continue her day. She found a secluded spot, away from the prying eyes of other ocean dwellers, and pulled down her mermaid tail, exposing her buttocks and the tight ring of her anus. With a grimace, she began to push, the muscles in her abdomen rippling with the effort. The pressure grew unbearable, a testament to the size of the meal she had just consumed.

The turd emerged slowly, stretching her anus to its limits. It was a thick, dark log, the size of a small seal, and it was wrapped in a layer of slime that made it almost glow in the dim light of the deep. Each inch that came out brought with it a wave of pain that made her eyes water. The poor mink's face was a mask of agony as she forced the last of James through her body, her teeth grinding together in a silent scream. The moment it was out, she felt a profound sense of relief, the pressure inside her subsiding.

The turd hovered for a moment before it began to sink, a dark blot on the otherwise pristine sea floor. Sister Mink watched it with a mix of fascination and horror, her thoughts a tumult of conflicting emotions. She had never felt so powerful, and yet, so primal. The act of consumption had brought out a side of her that was both exhilarating and terrifying.

With a flick of her tail, she swam away, the grin returning to her face as she felt the weight of her meal settle within her. The day had turned into night, the stars twinkling like diamonds scattered across the velvet sky. Her stomach rumbled again, a gentle reminder of the fox she had devoured. It was a sensation she found oddly comforting, a warm presence in the vast, cold ocean.

The story of James Roberts The Fox's tragic demise had become a part of her, a secret she would carry in her belly. As she disappeared into the inky depths, the only trace of her meal was the fading light of the moon reflecting off her Ruby Red fins, and the distant memory of a fox's panic echoing through the silent water.