My fluffy friend  Drakyr got one of  Dolorcin's ych slots and needed a pred for his cute kobold. I am happy he picked Martin for this. I also wrote the notoriously snackable koboldified derg a story to go along with it.
(It gets a bit messy towards the end so I marked it in the text for those here for the lewds and not the gurgles)

Martin encounters kobold Kyr
(soft vore, digestion, implied disposal)

Martin waited in curious confusion as the fluffy two legged creature swam towards him. Originally he simply wanted to take a break at the surface and then go back down and see if he could snatch up some groupers or flip a few sea pancakes. But those would not run away.
“You are huge!” said the creature’s high pitched voice. He was a small furry person, with long hair trailing from his body which included a thick tail and a dragon-like head. The whole picture screamed “not meant to be in the ocean” as with most two-legs.
“And I don’t know what you are.” replied the orca, just sitting there, letting the swell wash over his ten ton body which the small waves simply failed to move. He was like an island made entirely of apex marine predator and that seemed to excite the little guy since he swam a bit faster after being talked to.
“I am a kobold. Think little dragon guy. My name is Kyr.” replied the bright furred guy and swam to the side of Martin’s head. Given how bite sized Kyr was, the orca did not mind having him close to his head. Actually he was already contemplating if he should eat him right away. He has never had kobold before and he would not really mind trying something new today. But there was something cute about Kyr that made him leave the kobold uneaten, for now.
“My name is Martin and I am an orca.” he replied instead as the awe struck furry kobold trailed a hand along his jaws, then slid it over his widening flank towards his belly.
“Just how much does a huge orca like you eat every day?” he asked with an eager shudder Martin could both hear and feel through the guy’s hand.
“A LOT.” he chuckled proudly. “I have three stomachs in there and need to keep them pretty busy. Yesterday I had two mid sized dolphins and a cheeky sea bird, that was a great catch. I was actually about to go hunting when you arrived.”
Kyr shivered again and Martin was pretty sure it was arousal, not cold or fear.
“So your massive stomachs are empty right now? And having three. That sounds so hot.”
When the kobold hugged the belly which had processed things far above him in the food chain into nothing but a plume of waste, Martin knew the kobold was indeed aroused. There was a small little warm spot pressing into the thick blubber on his belly.
“You really like my digestive tract so much? Be careful I don’t add you to it.” Martin teased, feeling the warm protrusion from the kobold leak something warm over him and he could guess what it was from the throbbing.
“Mrrr~ You would? But I am not your usual food.”
“I am a lone, travelling, fully grown orca. If it swims in the ocean, it is my food. I even ate a white shark once. But to answer your question, my forestomach is empty now. My main stomach is still busy melting the fish from earlier and probably some dolphin bones from yesterday.”
“You are an amazing creature.” huffed the kobold once he was done ejaculating onto the slick skin on Martin’s side. “Would you… like to fuck me first? I just want to get you off as well. It would feel good, I know. And I am curious if everything about you is so huge,” the kobold confessed in a giddy, excited voice.
“I can tell you that much, if you stretch your arms and legs you are still shorter than my cock by a considerable margin. My base is nearly as wide as your hips. If I were to really fuck you, my forestmach won’t have much work to do. If I ate you afterwards.”
“Do you want to eat me?” asked Kyr, already on his way under the orca’s tail since he did not reject the idea of kobold sex.
“Well, if you’d insist on having your corpse hollowed out by my shaft then I would use you as shark bait but other than that, I am most likely going to eat you.”
“I really like you, you know.” Kyr added as he started to rub his warm little hands over the orca's genital slit, which on itself was half as long as the kobold. Martin did not reply. He was used to his prey fighting desperately to not be consumed as soon as his intentions towards their nutritious flesh became obvious. That was why he had to ambush and ram most of the sharks he ate, which was why the skin on his rostrum never really healed. He did not want to tell the kobold how weird he sounded. For one because it was dumb to teach willing food that they were being weird and secondly because he did not want to hurt the feelings of someone who was massaging his folds so nicely his cock started to spill out.

The fluffy kobold was in awe when he saw the huge manhood of the orca slide out from that sneaky slit. As the pink cock proceeded to outlength his whole body, he realised he had had no idea a dick could even be this large.
“I love it!” he yipped and hugged the warm, slick length, wrapping his arms, legs and tail around it as best he could. He ground his own comparatively tiny erection over the underside of Martin’s orca penis and wiggled his way up towards the curved, slender tip of the magnificent mating tool. Eagerly the kobold opened his maw and guided the easily bendable cocktip inside. His tongue wrapped around it, making love to the small opening at the end of that huge shaft. He really hoped that thing had passed on the big bull’s genes to a lot of cows, because Kyr was certain the ocean needed more amazing orcas. It also seemed Martin quite enjoyed what he was doing because the cock started to slowly throb as well. Each time a wave of blood pressure rushed through it, the whole length seemed to grow more stiff and a little warmer and thicker. It felt amazing compared to the cold ocean around them and Kyr moaned eagerly as he went to swallow the tip. Since the orca peen was so easily bent near the end, he could just feed a foot or so into his gullet before the next section got too stiff. His own swallowing motions were massaging the orca’s cock while he worked himself to a second orgasm against the stiff and heated middle of that huge fleshy spire.
Then the throbbing of that cock he clung to got faster and more eager. The little kobold felt so proud that he was managing to get off such a huge beast and braced for the blast.
Then, with nothing but a happy chirp from Martin as a warning, a thick, hot jet of virile orca semen gushed from the tip stuck in his throat. The mess was on the more runny side of cum but even if it was easily swallowable, the volume of it was just too much. A white plume engulfed Kyr’s head as excess cum spurted from his maw and nostrils. Each throbbing ejaculation contained roughly a liter of killer whale semen and Martin did not stop after three or five. Kyr clenched his eyes shut, moaning as he swallowed as fast as he could, feeling his little stomach expanding under the weight of the load but eventually he got overfilled and as the pressure rose inside him, the orca penis ejected itself from his maw and doused him in the final warm gush, getting orca cum stuck in his facial fur.

“That was amazing!” he yipped, rubbing and patting Martin’s spent cock as it rapidly disappeared into his girthy body once more.
“And it probably cost me more calories than I can extract from your body. But I am not complaining.” chuckled the huge orca.
“Oh, in that case I better feed you.” chuckled the kobold, holding his own bloated gut as he swam towards the orca’s head, showing off his own repainted grinning face.
“I still have a bit of your mess inside me. So you can recycle it.”
“You really do not mind me eating you?” asked Martin, not afraid of changing his snack’s mind. That kobold would be trivial to hunt down if needed.
“I am alright with it. I bet it will hurt some, but I want to go inside an amazing predator and know I will be fueling their body. And I think I found the right one.”
“That is very sweet of you. Come on then, my forestomach wants to give you a hug.” Martin chuckled and opened his maw.

The view of a wide open orca maw shattered every chance of Kyr’s erection to calm down. The arch of jaws with long conical teeth framing a huge fleshy funnel crowned with a big fat squishy tongue leading to a dark, wide open throat was just too good. It was anything prey could dream of. In his mind, prey should feel privileged to end up here. He gingerly swam over there, pressing his hands over the tongue, then his cum coated face and just pushed himself in, eager to experience more.
Once he was halfways inside, Kyr felt the tongue coming to life. The huge muscle under him pushed upwards and formed a kind of meat taco shell around him, so when his back pressed against the orca’s palette, he was entirely encased in Martin’s flesh.
“This is so hot. Swallow me, but slowly please.” he requested, struggling to keep all the cum down as the pressure on his belly increased. But as requested he started to slowly glide over slick skin towards the wide, dark abyss leading to the orca’s various stomachs. His eager kobold cock was getting scooped up by the tongue next. The Tight fit of the tongue against his body meant that his member was getting bent backwards, firmly seating itself between his balls. Then came the wonderful moment when Martin’s soft throat grabbed his arms and pulled on them until his head too entered the throat. The kobold let out a muffled yipp and orgasmed a third time, shooting little jets of white into the ocean and onto the orca’s tongue as he was swallowed whole.
“Tasty.” commented Martin as his tongue slid between the kobold’s legs and downed him in a single prolonged push. With visible ease the kobold was ushered into the long throat of the killer whale, which happily took him for a slimy ride. Unlike the maw, this part was thickly coated in slick mucus that eased his passage and before long a space opened up before him. That was where Kyr met Martin’s forestomach and post nut clarity.

The kobold could see a little bit even in the darkness of the orca’s forestomach. The walls were of a grey colour, rough and hard, lined with tough dead skin or something of the sorts. He was able to stand in the gut but he was knee deep in debris. Bone shards, shark teeth, seal claws. All of which started to assault him when the muscular walls contracted around him. As if the fast accumulating cuts and abrasions were not bad enough, he saw a green brown seemingly oily liquid ooze from one part of the walls. Looking up, he found a small valve next to the big one he entered through.
“I think your stomachs are leaking.” Kyr said, less horny and more concerned now.
“Oh yes, my main stomach is letting small amounts of acids in to help break you down.” Martin replied casually. After all, taking lives was daily business for him and his stomachs.
“That stuff hurts. Especially where your gut tore my fur off.”
“Well, digestion is unpleasant for the food. You feel amazing to me by the way.” the orca chuckled before adding some clarification.
“I am not letting you out. Not until you are smooth and brown.”

That made Kyr shudder, bringing new life to his semi flaccid cock. Of course he immediately go it coated in acids laced with melted fish, but he ignored the burn. So this was it, this was what it meant to be prey.
“I think it is alright. Can you…make this quick?”
“Sure thing. And thanks for the snack.”

– NASTY GASTRIC STUFF STARTS HERE–

Martin still had a lot of free space in his forestomach after all and since the kobold had been nice to him, he combined the two and dove down. Swimming fast, in pursuit of new prey, his powerful muscles were kneading the forestomach violently. The rough walled gut had several times the kobold’s mass in pure muscle all by itself, but as the orca resumed his hunt the huge muscles driving his massive tail joined in to squeeze and compact his guts. The little kobold was soon getting his little limbs broken and flesh torn right off of them. As his feet were moved behind his head, tendons and joints be damned. There were some complaints at first, but the forestomach ended its inhabitant’s misery pretty soon in a series of snaps and pops, driving splintered rubs through Kyr’s lungs and a few other pretty vital organs.
There was a sharp cry and for a brief moment Kyr regretted indulging his prey kink as opposed to remaining Martin’s pleasure toy. He felt his torso being compacted, taking up less space in the stomach as bones snapped, flesh tore and his insides turned on one another under the inexorable pressure of that mean cetacean digestive organ. But even in his moment of death he could not help but being in awe at the sheer power of it all. He concluded that it was will hot, as Martin’s churning forestomach did the same with his life.
A now motionless hand which got caught in the folds of the dreadfully merciless foregut emerged mere seconds later as a skinned and distorted carnage resembling a cursed marionette of bones held together by frayed sinews. Such was the power of the big orca’s forestomach. An organ needing mere hours to churn a 200 kilo sea lion into something akin to goulash had an easy time dismembering a cute kobold, no matter how arousing the food item might have thought a stay inside the sleek predator might be.

By the time Martin managed to find and catch a fat juicy fish, Kyr was already mangled flesh swimming with the dolphin bones in his main stomach. The biggest piece which had passed through the valve between the stomachs were the kobold’s split in half hips with some flesh still attached. His insides were strewn about in a kind of shredded meaty jigsaw puzzle, ripe for chemical digestion. In this second stomach chamber, the walls were soft and slimy, moving only occasionally, mostly driven by the tail muscles, to mix the already tenderised contents as they soaked in acids and enzymes which dissolved anything equally, maybe except teeth and claws. But those too would pass eventually. Bits of liquefied prey floated off the ravaged bits of corpse, pooling at the bottom of the gut until another valve opened up periodically, allowing the dissolved meat to pass into the pyloric stomach. In there some slimy enzyme cocktail was added to ease nutrient absorption and once he was through there, Kyr the liquid was on his long winding path through an orca’s intestines, fueling the apex predator’s body just as he had intended to. Eventually Kyr ended up as an unceremoniously expelled plume of waste, just as any other prey Martin consumed in the past. However the memory of the cute willing prey would linger far longer than the fat he put on the orca’s flanks.

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