Dragonczech was kind enough to do another collab with me and it turned out amazing. I love how my big hungry tiger shark looks here. Do you wonder how she caught the dolphin? There is a whole story to it.

DragonCZ trade: Elizabeth’s scheduled bottlenose meal
(soft ish vore)

An over six meter long tiger shark gliding calmly over the sandy bottom of a shallow stretch of tropical waters was a sight to behold, if one managed to see her. For a creature of her size Elizabeth was eerily hard to spot if she did not want to be seen. The reflexions of the gently rippling surface played on her faded stripe pattern and at moderate depths, her grey main colour fit in with rocks and sand. Like most times since her birth, Eli was looking for prey. As the unchallenged queen of a few reefs wrapped around tiny islands and the waters in between them, she did not have a hard time to stay fed. There was a steady supply of stingrays, groupers and eels she could find and devour with acceptable effort and she had over three decades of experience going after them. For half that long her jaws had been mighty enough to slide turtles in half, but for the last decade or so, she had simply swallowed most of them whole. Hammerheads and lemon sharks and even smaller examples of her own kind were no strangers to her vast, elastic stomach either. But such meals came with considerable effort and risk.
Right now, what she was truly after was not to sustain herself. It was to gorge on her favourite prey, preferably with little risk. It was dolphin season again, not the smaller coastal ones that regularly passed by the reefs or through Eli’s digestive tract. Every year a large pod of bottlenose dolphins travelled through her territory to take advantage of seasonal fish aggregations. Some two dozen dolphins were once more swarming the reefs, scaring off or consuming small to medium fish in their path. Eli could not blame them, she was doing something similar each year when she travelled thousands of miles to reach a remote island to feast on young albatrosses ending their first flight in the ocean for a week straight. For her, these dolphins were a prey aggregation readily delivering itself to her doorstep. However these clever mammals were cooperating and communicating well, making it exceedingly hard to ambush one, even if their senses were not covering nearly as wide an angle as a shark’s and they engaged in silly play frequently. If dolphins were serious all the time and did not get distracted with random flotsam or each other ten times a day, Eli would probably be half a ton lighter today.
Right now Eli was stalking the pod, forming a plan of attack only to have it foiled by changing circumstances time and time again. Some of the older podmates still had scars from her, back when her jaws had been smaller. While it was amusing to see some of her early work from afar, this meant the pod was acutely aware of her presence in these waters. As a result, the dolphins kept a short leash on their young ones, ruining Eli’s plan to stack a few of the notoriously curious, unattentive dolphins in her belly. Every dusk, night and dawn Eli made a move to get one of those big juicy cetaceans. There were other large sharks in the area that had similar intentions, though since they were not able to swiftly decapitate a charging bottlenose bull, they were waiting for one of the old phins to die of disease or to scavenge Eli’s carrion. But she did not have that much patience. Her stomach was a rather spoiled factory used to turn copious amounts of sea life into smooth liquid every day. And right now it was running dry in between emergency snacks.

It was frustrating for Eli to find the dolphins growing better avoiding consumption each year, but she was not intending to let that pod pass through untaxed. One thing she noticed in her cold analysing mind was that the dolphins seemed to show growing fatigue. They were hunting, playing and mating frequently during the day and as soon as the sun went down and they could no longer rely on their eyes that well, they had to pay attention to not miss Eli’s approaching jaws. There was no rest for them and this was how Eli was going to get to her well deserved chirping belly bulge. Unlike 15 years ago, the dolphins were not trying to drive her off. Just like the elders remembered how they got Eli’s signature on their fins and bellies and barely survived, they remembered how quickly she had dispatched the last few daring attackers. It was clear that they were not seeking confrontation with a shark they could maybe drive off but that only needed a fraction of a second to inflict mortal wounds in return. They tried to protect their vulnerable podmates and in turn create an environment that was making it very likely for Eli to get her gills punched in if she were to charge in the middle of the pod. There was an uneasy stalemate between the cautious dolphins and the hungry shark. But the growing fatigue of her prey was catching Eli’s interest. The dolphins would have to either abort their seasonal feeding frenzy or maintain this exertion for a few more days. All she had to do was to keep tracking them, keep grinding down their nerves with her mere presence and an opportunity should present itself.

On the next morning, when the dolphins resumed their hunt, they showed Eli that they were still very much up for bullying sharks smaller than them. As she stalked the pod from a small distance, she heard the chirps and clicks of the phins change, she felt a few sudden shocks passing through the water and soon after a battered looking nurse shark came fleeing over the corals, covered in scrapes and bite marks. The nearly two meter long shark had been designated unwanted competition by the pod and driven off. By good or bad luck, depending on the viewpoint, he accidentally crossed Eli’s trajectory in his flight. The male was just happy for a moment to have escaped alive, slowing down and looking around, just in time to notice Eli accelerating towards him. The slender nurse shark managed to turn away from her, which managed only to line him up with the approaching ravenous gullet instead of getting skewered sideways on her serrated teeth. She felt his struggles and the very familiar taste of his kind, the thick rough skin of her fellow shark grinding over her palette, then the inside of her throat. It was a casual meal for the tiger shark. Her prey was weakened and struggled only gently as far as prey of his size was concerned. When she worked her jaws in a lunge and snap, gulping in tune with her undulating maw, she nearly inhaled the entire shark. His soft fins were folded flat to his body when he slipped into her throat and from there it was only a matter of a few relaxed swallows to massage him into her anticipating stomach. This was a very unexpected way of feeding off a dolphin pod, even if indirectly, and Eli would keep this event in mind for future hunts. If this was a kind of pattern, she could take advantage of the bottlenoses even more in the future.
But since her stomach had been actually empty before the nurse shark was stretched out and quickly coated in acids within, digestion went rather quickly. Still she was glad to feel some weight in her middle again, to feel another creature’s motions and life ending in her stomach. A sensation of stiffness in her middle reminded her at every stroke of her tail that she had recently fed. But as the rising pool of excessively strong stomach juices worked over the nurse shark, the feeling softened within a few hours before disappearing entirely.

Sleek as her prey used to be, the shark was not going to last her very long, maybe two days but it turned out she did not have to wait that long. After half a day of digesting her unlucky snack and keeping the dolphin pod in constant fear of sudden consumption, her opportunity to gorge finally arrived. A pretty big bottlenose bull was chasing off a caribbean reef shark. The over three meter long mammal was easily ten times as heavy as the shark, so it was obvious which of the two distracted animals belonged into Eli’s stomach. She swam a little faster, aiming her broad snout on a course that would intercept the bull when he tried to return to his pod. She looked over to his fellows with one eye and at her prey with the other, straining her brain trying to track both. She heard the whistles of the other dolphins, knowing she and her intentions had been found out. But the aggressive bull was still busy chasing the reef shark, making it sprint away from him time and time again. Now when he decided he had gone far enough and that it was time to pay attention to his pod’s warning, he was already on the menu. He was stuck in a shallow water column, air above, sand below and one and a half tons of hungry shark between him and safety in numbers.
With a frightened shriek he tried to sprint back to his pod, aiming to swim around the tiger shark. But having just played catch with a quick reef shark on top of not having rested well in half a week made him weak. Eli on the other hand was well rested, had a plan laid out and was very pleased to see none of the other dolphins were actually moving in to defend her prey over well founded fears of just taking his spot in her belly.
He was on his own, his life hanging in the balance and the next five seconds were going to decide if all the fish he had turned into blubber the last week were eaten just to make him a more valuable prey item in the end. Eli was in a hurry now. The swimming muscles in her flanks weighed twice as much as the prey she was after, so there was no shortage of power on her side and while that dolphin was supposed to be more agile than her, fatigue took its toll and she adored how obvious his fate became. She saw the strain and the terror in his eyes. Whenever he changed course she was ready to intercept. This little dance lead to them swimming perpendicular to his original course. He was not even getting closer to his pod now and eventually when he tried to go for air, or to jump above her, Eli’s jaws were conveniently in the way.
There was something uniquely pleasant about the way a soft dolphin head impacted on her palette. She tasted his smooth rubbery skin instantly and her already bored stomach glowed warmly in excited preparation. Unlike the shark she had eaten earlier, her current, much much bigger prey was so soft her vicious teeth sank into him with ease. She heard the defeated, terrified chirp of her prey and then turned around to face the pod. She knew some were contemplating charging her, hoping to help their fellow. She needed them to see she was paying attention, that she could always just spit him out and free her jaws to take the head off whoever tried to attack her. The younger adults were looking to their scarred elders, who had seen that Eli only needed a few quick shakes to cut a 300 kilo bottlenose clean in half. They did not give the order to attack. They stared, frozen in a mix of sorrow, terror and guilty relief, knowing the tiger shark was going to be full for the next week and they were not the one doing the filling.

Eli bent to the side into a crescent shape, but not to slice through her prey, this was all about positioning. She moved slowly and then gaped her jaws before straightening out once more. With a flick of her tail she pushed forwards a little, thrusting her wide open maw over her prey. Tiny puffs of diluted blood shot from her gill slits as she swallowed and her very much still alive bottlenose prey commenced his journey through her body. His tail was still flicking up and down, trying to somehow make her disgorge him. But the spirit left him long before strength did, since every sudden motion only drove his soft flesh into her serrated teeth. He learned the lesson on his own and adapted his squirms, making it all the easier for Eli to consume him. In front of her shocked audience, the tiger shark opened and closed her maw in quick succession, devouring her subdued prey with obvious proficiency and experience. Many of the pod’s former members had died in her pursuit to master this. A bulge formed below her jaws, occasionally still moving in weak struggles between firm swallows. Her muscles could be seen moving under her thick, hard skin, rippling each time the dolphin was drawn in deeper. Soon his dorsal fin was folded down on his back before another lunge and gulp reduced him to a wiggling tail sticking from the tiger shark’s imposing jaws.
Eli on the other hand loved everything about this. The taste, the smooth perfection of her takedown and how she could feel her stomach being laden down with some real heft this time, while some of her prey was still outside her maw. Each swallow filled her more and each time she gulped the silky touch between mucus lined flesh and rubbery dolphin skin resulted in a wonderfully comfortable sensation. Her throat was no stranger to being stretched to engulf huge prey and this nearly four hundred kilo bull was no exception. He was going to keep her stomach happy and busy for a long time.
There was one moment where things got a bit tricky and that was when her sleek prey’s head bottomed out in her stomach at the same time she needed to fold his fluke into her throat. That fin was always much much harder to get down than similar sized shark fins. Dolphins were overall more rigidly built and this was one of the downsides. However with her stomach being J-shaped and exceedingly stretchy, she managed with some more laborious gulps. Sure it would have been faster to just retch him back out a smidge, slice off the tail end and be done with it all. But she caught the entire dolphin so she was going to consume him entirely too. With some helping undulations of her long body, she managed to curve the slowly drowning dolphin her belly, causing her flanks to swell outwards. The bump on her left side was a little in front of that on the right, since the latter held her prey’s head, the former his bent midsection. Finally she felt the fluke go down. The stretching sensation left her closing throat and was emptied into her belly alongside its cause. The tiger shark, now sideways to the staring pod, opened and closed her huge maw in a quick yawn, making sure all her muscles and sinews were in the right place after devouring such a big meal. To her audience, it was just proof that their late podmate was entirely contained within her bulged midsection. Nothing else remained.

Once her meal was concluded, life resumed on the reef. The smaller sharks grew bolder, now that Eli was definitely full and lazy, the dolphins resumed their raid on the coral blocks and the big tiger shark herself headed towards some nice warm shallows. Warm water and the sun on her back always helped with digesting a big meal and she was looking forward to simply enjoying one of the nicest sides of life as her huge meal slowly lost its shape inside her flooded guts. It had taken days for her to finally catch a bottlenose, but like every year it had been worth it. But once the strenuous first day and a half of digesting over a quarter ton of cetacean flesh will be over, Eli will go and stalk the pod once more, just to see if they would regularly gift her and some of the other large sharks some of their smaller elasmobranch cousins like that nurse shark whose teeth were still in her stomach, helping her break down her big main course.