Norbert 4

By Strega

Dave was not a happy man by the time Kathy found him that morning. Sneaking in to swim with the sea life had seemed the greatest idea in the world, until he decided to start with the big sea lion in the aquarium closest to the street. The blubbery torpedo that was Norbert had ignored him as he explored the pen, and even when he slid into the water, but had finally roused when he decided, short-sightedly it turned out, to prod the sea lion into activity.

Norbert was faster than he had thought and within seconds of poking the beast's rubbery flank he found himself pinned under the sea lion's front flippers. It had pushed him into the cut-out area beneath the overhang, out of sight of the railed walkway above, and  had gone back to ignoring him once he was trapped, even resting its streamlined head on Dave's back to doze.  No amount of wriggling or cajoling got the sea lion to let him back up.  Norbert weighed over a thousand pounds and there was just no getting out from under him unless he wanted you to.  As the horizon lightened Dave even considered screaming for the security guard he'd avoided earlier, reasoning that the man could call a vet or whoever it was that Norbert would obey.

Up until the last minute, though, he told himself he could escape on his own. It wasn't until a key rattled in the lock that he realized he was well and truly caught, and he found himself looking at a smiling blond woman dressed as a sea life center docent.

"Good morning, Norbert," she said, and patted the big sea lion on the head while ignoring Dave. Norbert licked her wrist and rubbed his whiskers against her shoulder when she stepped closer and as she nimbly evaded Dave's attempt to grab her shoe to get her attention. That seemed to remind her he was there, though, and she looked down.

"Who have we caught this time, hmmm?" she said, and without waiting for an answer she went poking around the rocks of the fake beach until she came back with his clothes.  Dave had skinned down to just a swim suit, and she had his shoes, wallet, cell phone and outer wear in the same neat bundle he'd left it in before slipping into the water.

"So...Dave," she said after looking at his ID, "Thought you'd go swimming with Norbert, eh?  Didn't see the signs?"

" 'No swimming with Norbert'," Dave said.  "What, is he going to sit on me?"

"He sort of is," she said with a smile.  "You know, sea lions are predators and he's five, six times your weight.  Did it really seem like a good idea to get into the pen with something that could toss you around like a doll?  Would you get into the pen with one of the polar bears?"

"Polar bears eat people," he said.  "Look, are you going to get this thing off me or not?"

"Norbert's not a 'thing'," she said sharply.  "And he's been very good.  You're the second person who snuck in here that he's held onto so we could do something about it, and he deserves a reward."

Dave saw that she'd taken the battery out of his phone, which made him a bit nervous, but any thought of that fled and she patted the enormous sea lion on the head.

"Roll over dear," she cooed, and the sea lion did.  It kept one webbed flipper on Dave to keep him still and Dave grunted as the sea lion's bullet head pinned his chest to the ground. The long sea mammal turned over in stages, rubbery hide wrinkling and flexing, until it lay belly up next to the woman with Dave trapped under the sea lion's head and neck.

"Good boy," the woman said, and Dave's eyes went wide as he saw what her hands were doing. There was a long ridge along the sea lion's abdomen and he didn't have to see the bright pink tip sticking out to guess what it was. The fact she was firmly kneading the ridge and teasing still more of the thick shaft into view was clue enough.

"That's sick," he muttered as well more than a foot of sea lion cock slapped against the thing's belly.  Norbert let out a long vibrating groan as the woman gripped his ponderous cock in both hands and began to jack him off.

"We don't have a female sea lion, you see," the woman said reasonably.  "And Norbert does get lonely.  A few months back he started to get affectionate and I realized he liked me.  As more than someone who brings him his fish in the morning, that is.  When he's a good boy a little reward is only fair."

"Little," Dave muttered, for while saying Norbert was hung like a horse would be an exaggeration, 'hung like a pony' wouldn't be. The sea lion's cock was in proportion to his size and he was a very big mammal. There was no way for her hands to cover more than a fraction of his eighteen-inch cock but Norbert groaned as he hands pumped up and down. He wasn't hung like a human but masturbation worked just fine on big whiskery mammals, it seemed.

Norbert's hind flippers slapped the concrete as he thrust against the keeper's hands and less than two minutes after she stroked his cock into view the sea lion let out a shuddering groan. A thick stream of glutenous fluid jetted from the tip of cock, followed by another and another, and it didn't stop until the sea lion's broad chest was covered in a web of sticky strands and puddles that only reluctantly began to ooze down his flanks. Norbert kicked and grunted and finally relaxed, his head heavy on Dave's chest.

"Sea lion cum is sticky," the woman said, and finally turned toward him enough so he could see her nametag: Kathy.  "To keep it from being washed back out if the female goes swimming after mating. And to try to wash out any previous male's contribution, they ejaculate quite a lot, as you see."

"That's great, Kathy," Dave said, and noticed a mass of goo sticking Norbert's right-side whiskers together that would have hit him in the eye if those feelers hadn't gotten in the way, "But can you let me go now? I've been here for hours and your pet seal got his rocks off."

"Sea lion," Kathy said absently as she went through his wallet.  "And not a college student for a change. That's what we usually get here."

"Norbert, dear," she said, and Dave yelped as the sea lion turned over once more. This time the broad webbed flippers turned him over as well and he didn't realize what was happening until he felt something go tight around his wrists. Norbert had distracted him and Kathy had snapped a zip tie around them, trapping his hands as firmly as though he were handcuffed.

"Look, I know it's against the rules to come in here-" Dave began, only to be silenced as Kathy slapped an adhesive pad over his mouth.  It was some sort of strong sticky bandage and no matter how he worked his mouth he couldn't get it to come off.  He was reduced to breathing through his nose and glaring at her as he lay face down on the concrete.

"Here's the thing, Dave," she said as the sea lion finally took its weight off his back.  "The last guy who snuck in here sprained his ankle when Norbert chased him down. He held onto him until the cops arrived in the morning, and you know what happened?  He sued us.  'Attractive nuisance', he said.  Now, that's only supposed to apply to children, but lawyers...."

There was a whiskery tickle on the back of Dave's calves, and one of Norbert's broad fore-flippers lay atop his butt, so he didn't try to get up. He just had to wait until this tiresome lecture was over and promise not to sue.

"Norbert, dear," Kathy said again, and Dave jerked as a wet tongue slid under the instep of his foot. Or that's what he thought was happening.  It was more than that, it turned out.  A fang scraped over his heel and hot breath washed over his ankles, but he wasn't able to see what was happening and it wasn't until his feet were squeezed between toothy jaws that his eyes went wide with alarm - and wider still as with a push of that powerful tongue they were forced into a slick rubbery space that could only be Norbert's throat.

There was a great contraction in the walls of the sea lion's gullet and Dave kneed the concrete painfully as the sea lion swallowed his feet. The powerful muscles in Norbert's throat pushed his feet deeper still and Dave kicked as his scraped knees slid between Norbert's jaws and followed his calves down the sea lion's throat. He could feel the bulge he was making in the thick rubbery column of neck and the resistance as it stretched to let more of him in but it didn't stop him sliding deeper.

"Before I taught him to just catch people, at least six different intruders got in here at night," Kathy said conversationally.  "We'd find their clothes, their phones, sometimes their wallets.  Sometimes there was just a bulge to give it away and we had no idea at all who Norbert ate.  He really can open his jaws amazingly wide.  The vet can't figure out how he does it."

Dave tried to scream for help, but the sticky bandage - probably meant for Norbert's tough hide - showed no signs of giving up its grip. He tugged at the zip-tie but it dug into his wrists and showed no sign of breaking either. With a lurch the sea lion lifted his belly from the concrete and Dave whimpered as the beast twisted its muzzle first to one side and then the other, working its distended maw over his ass.  Fangs scraped his skin and pulled at his swim trunks as  his hips were swallowed down into the sea lion's swollen neck.  

"So it turns out it's easier for everyone concerned if people who sneak in here just disappear," Kathy said, and touched the taut bulge making its way down Norbert's neck.  She was...blushing?  But there was no time to look.  His legs were far down the slick chute of gullet and the weight of sea lion meat pressed in from all sides. He could barely move his feet, much less kick, even though his calves and feet were well lubed for swallowing by great quantities of drool.

"I won't tell," Dave tried to say, but it was muffled by the bandage until he could hardly understand it himself. Norbert heaved his head up, lifting him without effort, and Dave let out a muffled cry as gravity helped push his belly past Norbert's jaws and into the elastic chute of slimy gullet. Another heave and his hands bumped beneath the sea lion's fangs and followed.

"A normal sea lion his size could gulp down a whole salmon," Kathy said, and watched, fascinated, as the beast swallowed Dave to the sternum.  "Not a man, never a man.  Norbert's pretty special, though.  He can even digest bones. He's pretty good at making people disappear."

The sea lion swallowed powerfully and Dave whimpered as fanged jaws scraped up over his shoulders.  The thick muscle and blubber wrapped around his body squeezed him downward, and he realized the tingling he felt on his legs meant they were already in Norbert's stomach. There was a fraction more room to move there and he pushed at the slimy folds of belly, feeling the thick digestive fluids flow over his feet as he did.  If it bothered Norbert the sea lion didn't show it, and with another toss of its head he found himself staring past the sea lion's fangs at Kathy's face. He was wrapped in throat from his cheeks to his thighs and one more gulp and he would be gone. Norbert's back teeth squeezed his skull but Dave feared those less than the gurgling digestive hell he'd be in once that last gulp took place.

"Sorry about this," she said with a note of genuine regret.  "But it really is for the best.  At least for us.  Not so much for you." The last word was cut off as the sea lion's broad muzzle closed over Dave's face. For a moment light peeked through the gaps in the fangs and he had a last glimpse of Norbert's abundant crop of whiskers, then the sea lion's tongue pushed back against his chin and the throat tensed.

With a last despairing cry that no one one heard Dave tried to go stiff, to make himself as hard to swallow as possible, but the slimy walls clutched him like a lover and squeezed him downward. The wet sound of the gulp pulsed through his skull as the thick, fatty walls contracted against his face and shoulders and relaxed around his legs and hips. He slipped downward as easily as a wet bar of soap slips through grasping fingers, unable to mount even the smallest resistance as he was swallowed whole. 

The long, gurgling pocket of stomach was waiting for him and he slipped into it, feeling the slippery folds slide over his body and cup him like a fleshy, warm sleeping bag.  There was a great weight of sea lion all around him, inches of meat and fat between his skin and the safe summer air. The sea lion's pulse drummed through the flesh and through him and through the warm, thick liquid that filled much of the free space.  It was squeezed into every nook of Dave's body and the minimal protection his swim trunks offered disappeared as the caustic fluids soaked into the fabric. 

Norbert was stirring, rolling to the side, the the fluids slurped and sloshed through the pockets of air as the sea lion got him situated for easiest digestion.
But that wasn't the only reason Norbert moved, he realized a moment later.  He was stretched out in the long wet coffin of sea lion stomach when he felt a weight pressing down on his feet. Through inches of meat and fat and tough hide he felt something dimple each side of the sea lion's belly and a weight descend from above. It was Kathy's knees and Kathy's weight he felt and as Norbert's body arched upward at the lower end he realized what was happening.  

"You pervert," he growled as the sea lion flexed around him.  The pulse thrumming through the meat speeded up as Norbert grew aroused and he knew exactly what was happening on the far side of the meat.  The docent had climbed atop the sea lion's belly and impaled herself, and sat bouncing on Norbert's cock as Dave waited for the end.

"Bitch," Dave growled, and struggled against the great weight of flesh pushing in from all sides.  It was inches at the least between his body and safety and he could stir the mass of sea lion only slightly.  Maybe Kathy felt the movement, maybe not.  Norbert didn't cease his thrusting and pushing back against all that weight was exhausting.  In the heat and tightness of the sea lion's gut Dave was already near exhaustion when with a long grunt of a belch Norbert let out all the air swallowed with his meal.  The slick folds of stomach collapsed in on Dave from all sides and there was no resisting their embrace now.

Spitted on Norbert's heavy cock and taking every inch she could - which wasn't even half what he had to offer - Kathy could only whimper as the struggle within her lover made things even more exciting.  With a great burp Norbert brought that struggle to an end and she sank one hand into the rubbery hide over the man-shaped bulge and reached down to add the other hand to the pussy squeezing his cock, knowing he could finish twice in ten minutes without trouble. The belch was followed by a shuddering groan and her head went back as the sudden flood of semen pushed her over the edge as well.  No man could approach the quantities Norbert ejaculated and only the cork-tight fit of sea lion cock kept it from squirting from her pussy as they both came.

"Good boy," Kathy murmured a moment later.  "Good boy."

The squrming beneath his thick hide had stilled.  Dave was bound for the same trip through Norbert's digestive tract that others had experienced - six, possibly seven that she knew of, and maybe others. If you didn't see the bulge or find the clothes he could make a man or woman disappear very thoroughly indeed. Digested human bone and fish bone looked very much alike, after all.  More than once she'd heard about an abandoned car in the aquarium parking lot or down the street and wondered if some fool existed now only as fat on Norbert's bulky frame and detritus in the filters that cleaned the sea lion's droppings from the water.

Norbert burped again and Kathy dragged herself off the fat cylinder of sea lion cock. He knew what she was about and she gasped again as whiskers brushed her inner thighs and a broad, powerful tongue went to work cleaning her out. The orgasm that followed was nothing compared to the great spasm his huge cock had provoked, but it was still welcome.

"Oh, Norbert," she said after pulling her panties and work pants back on, and hugged his thick neck. The flush in her cheeks would fade soon and no one would know what had really happened.  As the sea lion's senior keeper she had a lot of leeway.  She'd tell Bob to take that half day off he'd been wanting and no casual visitor would notice the subtle swelling that would remain by the time of the afternoon sea lion act.

By the next day the big sea lion would have digested his meal, or enough that no incriminating bulge  remained. The furnace they used to incinerate the occasional animal corpse would handle Dave's wallet and clothes just fine. A furnace of fire for the clothes and a gurgling biological one for the body, but both would dispose of the evidence equally well.

Kathy knew Norbert swallowed people.  She'd seen the bulges, the x-rays of half digested skeletons stretched out in his stomach, the clothes and shoes recovered from his pen or pool.  She had trained him for what he did today but it was the first time she'd seen it actually happen. It was not, however, the first time she'd taken him as her lover.

Months ago, after another suspected but never proven incident of sea lion on human predation, he'd started getting affectionate. A lick, a nuzzle a first, a friendly grunt, then later a muzzle questing up under the skirt she sometimes wore.  Surprised, she'd stood still a moment, long enough to learn about the uses his broad and powerful tongue could be put to, and alone with the sea lion she'd let the whiskers tickle and the tongue taste, knowing it was wrong but unable to stop.

Norbert had kept licking as he rolled over and confronted with blatant evidence of the sea lion's own arousal, she'd returned the favor.  First a hand on his cock, pumping until he came, then another time her lips, and within a week she knew the look, smell, feel and taste of his cock and of his semen. Eventually she'd worked up the nerve to straddle him and wrap her pussy around the ponderous girth of his cock. He was as good as she'd hoped and her sometimes human boyfriend could only wonder why she didn't return his calls any more.

She had to keep it secret, and quiet, and tidy, but a couple of days a week she'd emerge from his inner pen with a broad smile and a limp or with a cup or more of sea lion goo sloshing in her belly. Norbert always perked up when he saw or smelled her but somehow he knew he must show discretion and if he sprang erect in the company of others he kept it well hidden under his bulk.

The wriggle of a swallowed man inside him as they fucked had added a whole new element to their perverse loving.   Dave was gone now, soon to be digested and passed, and even his clothing would be destroyed before the day was out.  He had only been able to contribute to Kathy's pleasure once.

But maybe there would be others.  She'd keep at the training, for the public act and for hoped-for private acts of the sort Dave had played a part in.  Sooner or later someone would try to sneak into Norbert's pen again, and once more it would start as a threesome and end as a twosome. All they needed was a volunteer.