Natiq and Salome - momentum, part 2

By Strega

The weather research station on the rocky shore of the Antarctic ice shelf was a lonely place.  In what passed for summer supplies would arrive along with other researchers on one to three-month grants, and even occasionally a boatload of tourists from a far-south cruise ship. The latter would marvel at the penguins then quickly grow bored with the stark emptiness of sea and ice, returning to their craft never to seen there again. The summer researchers were at least a little longer lived than that and some returned each year, becoming good friends with the staff.  If you were careful at sea and paid attention to the weather it was a safe enough place to visit.  Usually.

A year ago an underwater photographer simply disappeared.  His camera, equipped for neutral buoyancy, and one swim fin ultimately washed up on shore but of his fate no one was sure.  Carried off by a current?  Struck down by a failure of his diving equipment?  Attacked by a local predator?  No one knew. Salt water had infiltrated his camera during its days along stay in the water and only a few blurry images of something large and dark survived. Unless the photographer made a miraculous reappearance, they were reduced to guessing as to what it might be. Shark? Orca? Some flavor of seal or sea lion?  A penguin close to the lens?

His camera and fin were given a little funeral of their own, there on a bleak shore, and no one thought to send them off to a forensics lab. Had they done so they'd have learned that only the tough synthetic material of the fin allowed it to survive exposure to stomach acids. It had made its way through a digestive tract more or less intact, unlike its owner.

Summer rolled around and a new crop of interns and researchers arrived. One morning - or perhaps evening - in the endless Antarctic summer two interns set out in a small boat for a brief dive. No one saw the coldly unsympathetic eyes watching from the shadows of the rocks, eyes that had waited for just such a launching. Beneath the waves the sea leopard nodded and set out to gather up his companion for the hunt.

An hour later the interns were in place, anchored in a cove a few miles from the station to emplace a new water temperature sensor.  Sandy was in a wetsuit, not planning to go into the frigid water but just in case she went overboard. It served as most of her protection against the cold wind as well.  Paul was just pulling the mask on over has drysuit  and reaching for his SCUBA rig when it happened. Neither saw the flexible fin slide up out of the sea and grasp the gunwale. The first warning they had was a sudden lurch that sent Paul headfirst into the waves.

Paul went blind for an instant as icy salt water hit his eyes, and the force of the wave - or what he thought was a wave, anyway - sent him deep into the water. He recovered and opened his eyes just in time to see the long spotted shape and the sudden flash of fangs dead ahead. The sea leopard had yanked on the gunwale to send him into the water and simply yawned as he plunged in.  Paul hit the gaping maw with a dull thump, his momentum driving him past the yellowed fangs and into the slick chute of gullet almost to the waist.

It wasn't an accident. It was immediately obvious it was planned from the start. Paul kicked as something that felt like a second set of jaws pulled at parts of his harness protruding from the seal's maw, plucking away loose gear and most critically yanking his dive knife from its sheath. Only then did the leopard seal arch, tense, and swallow. A great contraction rolled through the throat muscle stretched over him, sucking him into the hungry jaws all the way to his knees.

The inward pressing flesh and fat made it almost impossible to struggle but Paul squirmed for his life even as his face emerged into the seal's stomach. He never got to put on his mask and thick droplets of digestive fluid stung his face as soft folds of belly wall made way for him.  Trapped in the fleshy hell of throat and stomach Paul let out a strangled shriek as he felt the fangs scrape over his swim fins, but the seal had no pity for its meal. One more powerful gulp sent him sliding helplessly into the leopard seal's lengthy stomach. It was brutally hot and sloshing with acids that immediately began to sting his face. The dry suit would provide a lot of protection...but not enough. It was a blessing that he'd suffocate before the acids ate their way in through the face hole and other gaps and digested him where he lay.

What he did not know what he was not the only one to suffer. Sandy was almost thrown from the boat when it lurched and turned to see him disappear into the water.  "Paul!" She knew that being in the water without his mask or breathing apparatus was dangerous. Iit didn't take much contact with the frigid water to leech the strength out of you and without the mask water might even get into the dry suit, negating its whole purpose. As quickly as she could she pulled on her swim fins and was reaching for her own mask when a flash of yellow caught her eye. Paul must be head down in the water and stunned because the tips of his swim fins kicked just below the surface.

Sandy grabbed for the fins as they moved only to be confronted by a horror. The fins heaved up out of the water just as she grabbed them, carried by the fanged maw of a leopard seal. The long bulge in its thick neck showed it had already swallowed Paul save for his feet and as as the fins came away in her hands she saw the fangs close around his dry-suited toes. The seal stood up in the water as though to show off and lifted its muzzle, swallowing heavily. Sandy could only watch in despair as the great bulge that was her comrade and friend slipped down into the spotted monster's long body. It rolled over in the water and even thick fat didn't completely conceal the wriggling shape of a man swallowed whole and alive.

Sandy grabbed for an oar to smack the horrible thing but as the seal let out a crass belch something slammed into her from behind. She went flying off the boat onto the leopard seal's bulging belly and huge foreflippers reached up and trapped her there, separated from the wriggling body of her friend only by inches of sea leopard fat and muscle.

"Oh god." Sandy tried to wriggle free, though that would put her in the icy water. At least it would get her away from the horrible sea beast that ate her friend. The leopard seal grinned at her as she struggled, helpless in the grip of a creature almost ten times her mass.

The gray beak of a dolphin popped from the water nearby and chittered, provoking a grunting growl from the sea leopard.  It was almost as though they were talking to each other. And maybe they were. They should be natural rivals, if not enemies, but the dolphin thrust its beak from the water and jabbed it against Sandy's butt. Sharp peg-like teeth sank into her wet suit and with a heave of its muscular body the dolphin ripped away the seat.

Sandy screamed as she felt Paul kick under the sea leopard fat but the horror was only starting. The huge foreflippers gripping her slowly pushed her away from the fanged muzzle and it was her turn to kick, legs splayed out over the seal's swollen belly. It wasn't until she felt the prod of blunt hot flesh against her thigh that she realized what was happening.

Sandy looked over her shoulder to find a massive shaft sliding from the leopard seal's genital slit and already almost in her. The damn thing was hung like a horse and as she opened her mouth to scream the flippers pushed her onto it. It was much, much too thick to take comfortably into her dry sex and her scream tapered off into a startled yelp. The seal shoved her onto itself until no more would fit and then began to arch in the water, humping her as the dolphin in the water nearby grinned and chittered.

Each thrust forced an agonized yelp out of Sandy as the horny sea beast had its way with her. Never in a million years would she have believed that something like this could happen. Humans, bad humans, raped other humans. Leopard seals didn't. Yet here she was, spitted like a roast on a cock as thick as her ankle. The only reason it hadn't fucked her to death was it gave her only as much as would fit. If it had forced her all the way down onto that monstrous shaft with its internal bone she'd have seal cock where her lungs should be. The only crumb of good news, if it could be considered that, was that the seal's sheath had coated its shaft with natural grease and that with each thrust it slid in and out more easily. That made it marginally less painful for Sandy, and the leopard seal certainly didn't complain.

The sea leopard turned its head and growled to the dolphin, who chittered a reply and moved through the water until it was next to the seal's head. Maybe she was hallucinating. Maybe the horror and pain had her hearing things, but she could swear she heard the leopard seal talk.

"Ready," it growled, and the dolphin giggled and moved so it was directly in front of her, next to the seal's neck. The seal let out a grunt and shuddered, its thrusts going short and quick, and she knew it was about to cum in her. She squirmed feebly, knowing the horrible beast was about to fill her with its foul spooge.  "...Aim..."

The dolphin giggled and yawned, and yawned wider still, its sharp little peg teeth standing out of its gums, and when its jaws had creaked impossibly wide Sandy found herself staring into a slick purple gullet as wide as her head.  Suddenly she knew what was about to happen and grabbed for the flippers that held her against the seal's belly, but too late. The sea leopard let out a husky grunt that sounded like "...Fire!" and came, arching spasmodically in the water...and throwing her right toward the dolphin's gaping maw. 

For an instant the shocking pain of a much harder thrust - the seal humped uncontrollably as it ejaculated - stunned Sandy, and a great spurt of sea leopard semen filled her as it launched her like a bottle rocket off its cock. A stream of hot goo followed her as she arced through the aid but all Sandy cared about was the fast approaching maw of the giggling dolphin. There was no time to recover from shock and thrust out her hands to stop her flight. She flew headfirst into the dolphin's hungry jaws and with a sudden thump everything went black.

"...Impossible..." Sandy mumbled, speaking into the slick flesh stretched over her face.  A bottlenose dolphin could swallow a twenty-pound salmon with some work, but she'd never heard of one swallowing something as wide as awoman's shoulders. Yet the thing heaved up out of the water, carrying Sandy with her, and a combination of the motion and gravity sent her sliding even deeper into the dolphin's wide-open jaws. Slippery throatskin slithered past Sandy's cheeks and she realized she was already so far into its gullet that her arms were pinned firmly to her sides. It was impossible to struggle save to kick and hope the dolphin would give up on its impossibly large meal and retch her back up.

The dolphin didn't give up. With an undulation of its body, standing up on its tail in the water, it slipped its peg teeth over Sandy's butt and then it tensed, arched, and swallowed. Sandy let out a muffled shriek as a great contraction of the throat muscles gripped her and sent her sliding deeper.  A muscular valve expanded over her face and the stink of bile smote her nose as she slid into the dolphin's lengthy stomach.

"Oh god." Sandy tried to squirm, to fight her way free, only to feel the dolphin arch and gulp once more. Peg teeth scraped down over her calves and heels, plucking her swim fins off as a last squeeze of the throat pulled her entirely inside the dolphin.

Only about half of her was in the stomach, it felt like, with her legs stretched out in the thing's muscular gullet. The sleek sea mammal was oddly bulged out around her and she heard the creak of muscle and bone as its body grew accustomed to the great lump in its middle. A strong pulse throbbed through the surrounding flesh and Sandy imagined she heard the dolphin grunt uncomfortably as she did her best to squirm and kick.

That grunt was the only satisfaction she got. The slippery folds of stomach wall pressed against her face parted as hot juices flowed in, and already the sting of digestive acids stung her face. A dolphin is a pure carnivore and once the stomach juices found their way into her suit they'd treat her no differently than they would a fish. She was on her way through the digestive tract of a dolphin. First her upper body would dissolve, then her lower as digestion made room for it in the stomach. No one would ever believe it even if she had the chance to tell. Raped by a leopard seal and ejaculated right into the waiting maw of a dolphin to be swallowed whole.

From inside it Sandy heard the dolphin burp and giggle, venting the air it swallowed with her meal. The flesh pressing in from all sides held her as firmly as if she was buried alive. Her coffin was a hungry dolphin and she could only hope her suit stopped up its guts as it digested its meal. A meal of her. It would serve the dolphin right for conspiring with a leopard seal to murder two innocent people.

And then somehow things got even worse. As she struggled to hold her last breath and stave off her slimy digestive end for one moment longer, something pressed against the dolphin's belly. There was a slither of flesh on flesh as something entered its body only a few inches from Sandy's face and suddenly a nauseating rocking motion began as the dolphin arched and humped energetically. A lumpy something pressed back against it with each thrust and Sandy felt that lump shift and kick.

"You horrible thing," she muttered as the dolphin and leopard seal, each with a live human inside it, fucked. She could actually hear the same massive penis which raped her slide in and out, along with the she-dolphin's excited chittering. The dolphin took, and enjoyed, the same heavy cock that almost raped her to death. It clearly wasn't the first time the two mated but from that impressive slither of meat on meat she knew the seal was tight in his lover. One male seal sometimes has to service a whole beach full of females and so here the sea leopard was, happily servicing a dolphin moments after shooting his wad into Sandy.

She felt Paul shift and squirm as her friend, as horrified as herself, reacted to the humping. "I hope your seal gets stopped up too," Sandy muttered.

It was a faint hope. Even if both of the man-eaters died from their meals it would not save her or Paul. They would just be part of the mass trying to move through the dolphin and seal's bowels. By the time something went wrong, if it did, neither would exist as a human any more, just as shit-to-be. 

Barring a miracle no one would ever know what happened to Sandy and Paul. Maybe the empty boat would be found, but even if the predators died odds were no one would think to look inside them for the unlikely cargo of humans. With no bodies to examine they'd be marked down as "lost at sea." Still, maybe they'd get lucky. Maybe a wet- and drysuit would be too much for the digestive tracts of the two predators.

"Here's hoping," Sandy muttered in the darkness of the dolphin's stomach. She lived just long enough to feel the dolphin shudder and chirp, and the matching shudder as the leopard seal came. She'd never know this wasn't the first time the two aquatic predators had to cough up or pass dive gear. Each was lucky enough to not swallow the swim fins this time and the sea leopard had even passed a set of those once, albeit very uncomfortably. But at least Sandy had that hope, there at the end.