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Terrier19 featuring his dolphin sona, Steven, having been swept away from his ocean home in a river. Desperate to get back, his luck changes meeting a certain predator who can bring him home!
Going wherever the stream takes you is advice Steven would certainly disagree with.
The bottlenose dolphin, uniquely adorned with a swirling black pattern on both sides of his cranium, had been traveling downstream a river ever since his curiosity swept him away in it, past the point of no return across some rapids. It left only one option, to continue downstream.
Despite seeing so many things he did not ever imagine in his life in the ocean, Steven’s heart continued to sink with the passing of time, fearful he might never return home to the free, open ocean.
Suddenly, tall things fell from above the water in the shallow area, directly in front of Steven, who squeaked in surprise, immediately stopping his course. Poking his head from the water, he saw a creature covered in fur, standing on four legs loom above him.
“Hi there!” the creature chimed in a female, exuberant voice, “Aren’t you a dolphin? What are you doing here in the river? You’re a long way from there sweetheart.”
“I know and I can’t get back!” Steven squeaked a panic, shutting his eyes tightly, a bit afraid of this character right in front of him, but knew he would not be able to get away if he tried.
“Hey hey…” hushed Arla, her tone low and soft that its sincerity brought Steven to open his eyes and look at her. “What’s your name? Mine’s Arla.”
“I’m… I’m Steven…”
“Well Steven, I can help you!”
The sunken heart of Steven rose for the first time since his disastrous journey. “R-really?” he asked with a rising tone, the concept so surreal he could barely believe it was happening.
“There is a catch,” the wolf hesitated, “I don’t exactly have hands and you’re too big, but I do have a means of carrying you.”
As though right on queue, there was a low rumble from Arla, but not from her throat, rather farther back along the length of her body.
“Y-your belly?” squeaked Steven.
To say the reply surprised Arla would be an understatement. The rising in his voice, the absence of fear, and especially the fact he had successfully guessed what she was about to say. It dawned on her: this little dolphin here had explored the fleshy depths of more than one predator, and it filled her heart with glee.
“My my…” Arla said in a low, anticipating tone, completely changing her previous stature. “You want to get swallowed by a wolf~?”
Something changed in Steven, and that was none other than the rosy red blush on his cheeks. “Y-yes…” he squeaked.
“Well then…” Arla began with an anticipating lick of her lips, her maw drooling goopy strands of spittle by the mere thought of the dolphin’s taste. Lowering her head non-threateningly, Arla drew out her tongue and let it glide over the rubbery skin of Steven, carefully guiding his nose into her mouth. Careful that her teeth did not so much as scratch the aquatic mammal, Arla dipped her mouth lower, guiding Steven’s blushy face into her maw. The tongue pulled up so he’d be wedged snuggly between her palette, and in a forward motion, the wolf let go and pushed her head before grabbing hold again.
Steven squeaked at the motion, then realized he was given a front row view of the fleshy, cavernous throat. It opened and closed in smooth motions with every breath of the lungs, which were gentle and calm at the moment despite her consumption.
Preparing herself, Arla took her first swallow, a strong contraction that yanked Steven upward with an effort against his weight. It dragged him further from the freshwater.
Repeating the motions, Arla’s throat beat in the tempo of a squelching instrument, widening her jaws further with every single one. She did not miss out on the tasting opportunity, letting her tongue curl and slather across the aquatic underbelly, making her growling pleasingly.
Squeaking noises reverberated throughout Arla’s throat, but to the outside world, it was muffled and faint, overshadowed by the resounding deep swallows of her gullet. No matter who could hear what, in the end, Steven was the one happily going down the wolf’s throat. The end of his nose nuzzled everything it could reach in his surroundings, making brief lumps in the wolf’s hide around the neck.
Finally, Arla had reached the upper fin of her prey, the point she raised her head, straining against the leverage of the rest of the body hanging from her maw.
‘GULP! GLRK! GULP!’
Her throat pumped the dolphin down faster than ever before, gravity’s aid removing much of the earlier strain, replacing it with a pleasant weight in Arla’s gullet that was none other than the tubular creature sinking, vibrated by her growls.
The awaiting stomach gurgled and groaned long before Steven set fin inside, stimulated by the very sensory signals the taste buds sent to the brain. The entire body had been spurred into activity, sending adrenaline pumping through her veins and air huffing into her nostrils through secondary airways that allowed her to breathe despite the use of her gullet preventing access to the windpipe.
Steven could feel all those things, and whether he could discern what was and wasn’t did not matter. What mattered to him, were the noises directly forward. Great rumbles and burbles that were familiar no matter the being emitting them.
It was accommodating and oppressive, stretching to allow the entirety of Steven’s body within but no more. It forced strict policies, like dimension limits, where Steven had to curl up his body, unable to negotiate with the tensile flesh.
Wolf lips pursed about the thinner end of the tail before the spreading twin flukes warranted a big yawn. Now though was the time for slathering taste buds over such an exotic prey she might never have again.
Or would she?
The furry chest bounced with sealed laughter at the very thought of Steven becoming a recurring meal, manifested into hope by not only the dolphin’s expressed affinity for her but the prospect of being swallowed alive into her belly. Such pleasing weight in her pulsing esophagus, and yet going down so nice and smooth.
Alas, the stomach demanded the remained and so with a stretch of her jaws, letting sunlight glisten off her throat, she had her neck pulse with the last hearty swallows. The was an intense smack of the lips followed by a deep sigh. Her neck collapsed in on itself, returning to its original shape as the massive bulge of the flukes disappeared behind her sternum.
“Buuurrrrp!” Arla belched, releasing pockets of air that had held off some of the stomach’s oppression against Steven. There were many dolphin squees within the rumbling belly as it sloshed and rumbled before settling.
“Get comfortable sweetheart, I’ll take you back to your home safe and sound~.”
Story / Arla ©
Steven ©
Thumbnail art ©
Terrier19 featuring his dolphin sona, Steven, having been swept away from his ocean home in a river. Desperate to get back, his luck changes meeting a certain predator who can bring him home!Going wherever the stream takes you is advice Steven would certainly disagree with.
The bottlenose dolphin, uniquely adorned with a swirling black pattern on both sides of his cranium, had been traveling downstream a river ever since his curiosity swept him away in it, past the point of no return across some rapids. It left only one option, to continue downstream.
Despite seeing so many things he did not ever imagine in his life in the ocean, Steven’s heart continued to sink with the passing of time, fearful he might never return home to the free, open ocean.
Suddenly, tall things fell from above the water in the shallow area, directly in front of Steven, who squeaked in surprise, immediately stopping his course. Poking his head from the water, he saw a creature covered in fur, standing on four legs loom above him.
“Hi there!” the creature chimed in a female, exuberant voice, “Aren’t you a dolphin? What are you doing here in the river? You’re a long way from there sweetheart.”
“I know and I can’t get back!” Steven squeaked a panic, shutting his eyes tightly, a bit afraid of this character right in front of him, but knew he would not be able to get away if he tried.
“Hey hey…” hushed Arla, her tone low and soft that its sincerity brought Steven to open his eyes and look at her. “What’s your name? Mine’s Arla.”
“I’m… I’m Steven…”
“Well Steven, I can help you!”
The sunken heart of Steven rose for the first time since his disastrous journey. “R-really?” he asked with a rising tone, the concept so surreal he could barely believe it was happening.
“There is a catch,” the wolf hesitated, “I don’t exactly have hands and you’re too big, but I do have a means of carrying you.”
As though right on queue, there was a low rumble from Arla, but not from her throat, rather farther back along the length of her body.
“Y-your belly?” squeaked Steven.
To say the reply surprised Arla would be an understatement. The rising in his voice, the absence of fear, and especially the fact he had successfully guessed what she was about to say. It dawned on her: this little dolphin here had explored the fleshy depths of more than one predator, and it filled her heart with glee.
“My my…” Arla said in a low, anticipating tone, completely changing her previous stature. “You want to get swallowed by a wolf~?”
Something changed in Steven, and that was none other than the rosy red blush on his cheeks. “Y-yes…” he squeaked.
“Well then…” Arla began with an anticipating lick of her lips, her maw drooling goopy strands of spittle by the mere thought of the dolphin’s taste. Lowering her head non-threateningly, Arla drew out her tongue and let it glide over the rubbery skin of Steven, carefully guiding his nose into her mouth. Careful that her teeth did not so much as scratch the aquatic mammal, Arla dipped her mouth lower, guiding Steven’s blushy face into her maw. The tongue pulled up so he’d be wedged snuggly between her palette, and in a forward motion, the wolf let go and pushed her head before grabbing hold again.
Steven squeaked at the motion, then realized he was given a front row view of the fleshy, cavernous throat. It opened and closed in smooth motions with every breath of the lungs, which were gentle and calm at the moment despite her consumption.
Preparing herself, Arla took her first swallow, a strong contraction that yanked Steven upward with an effort against his weight. It dragged him further from the freshwater.
Repeating the motions, Arla’s throat beat in the tempo of a squelching instrument, widening her jaws further with every single one. She did not miss out on the tasting opportunity, letting her tongue curl and slather across the aquatic underbelly, making her growling pleasingly.
Squeaking noises reverberated throughout Arla’s throat, but to the outside world, it was muffled and faint, overshadowed by the resounding deep swallows of her gullet. No matter who could hear what, in the end, Steven was the one happily going down the wolf’s throat. The end of his nose nuzzled everything it could reach in his surroundings, making brief lumps in the wolf’s hide around the neck.
Finally, Arla had reached the upper fin of her prey, the point she raised her head, straining against the leverage of the rest of the body hanging from her maw.
‘GULP! GLRK! GULP!’
Her throat pumped the dolphin down faster than ever before, gravity’s aid removing much of the earlier strain, replacing it with a pleasant weight in Arla’s gullet that was none other than the tubular creature sinking, vibrated by her growls.
The awaiting stomach gurgled and groaned long before Steven set fin inside, stimulated by the very sensory signals the taste buds sent to the brain. The entire body had been spurred into activity, sending adrenaline pumping through her veins and air huffing into her nostrils through secondary airways that allowed her to breathe despite the use of her gullet preventing access to the windpipe.
Steven could feel all those things, and whether he could discern what was and wasn’t did not matter. What mattered to him, were the noises directly forward. Great rumbles and burbles that were familiar no matter the being emitting them.
It was accommodating and oppressive, stretching to allow the entirety of Steven’s body within but no more. It forced strict policies, like dimension limits, where Steven had to curl up his body, unable to negotiate with the tensile flesh.
Wolf lips pursed about the thinner end of the tail before the spreading twin flukes warranted a big yawn. Now though was the time for slathering taste buds over such an exotic prey she might never have again.
Or would she?
The furry chest bounced with sealed laughter at the very thought of Steven becoming a recurring meal, manifested into hope by not only the dolphin’s expressed affinity for her but the prospect of being swallowed alive into her belly. Such pleasing weight in her pulsing esophagus, and yet going down so nice and smooth.
Alas, the stomach demanded the remained and so with a stretch of her jaws, letting sunlight glisten off her throat, she had her neck pulse with the last hearty swallows. The was an intense smack of the lips followed by a deep sigh. Her neck collapsed in on itself, returning to its original shape as the massive bulge of the flukes disappeared behind her sternum.
“Buuurrrrp!” Arla belched, releasing pockets of air that had held off some of the stomach’s oppression against Steven. There were many dolphin squees within the rumbling belly as it sloshed and rumbled before settling.
“Get comfortable sweetheart, I’ll take you back to your home safe and sound~.”
Story / Arla ©
Steven ©
Thumbnail art ©
Category Story / Vore
Species Unspecified / Any
Size 120 x 120px
File Size 78.2 kB
Wonder how long Steven is going to be in Arla's stomach. Considering that he has been swimming for who knows how long, the ocean could be a several days journey for Arla. I guess that shows how much care she has for others even more, as she is willing to do this, even for a stranger.
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