A gift for  Fischie ! Here is an accompanying story.
This is only a small part of Gina's big journey, and if you like, you can read more about it below:


2. To new shores and new skills
(Soft vore, digestion, disposal)
Martin spent the rest of the day taking Gina on one dive after another. He tested her swimming skills and how long she could hold her breath. It was her time to shine, showing him what she had learned back home and how well she could handle herself. Thanks to his experience in open water echolocation, something Gina still struggled with, they found some food on the way.
“It is so weird that my sonar pings hardly ever bounce back. Feels like it is broken.” Gina mentioned as she swallowed down yet another squid. They were not her favourite but her belly was crying out for more flesh to digest so she happily devoured anything Martin’s guidance pointed her hungry maw at.
“You never were in open water? You know how your pings get weaker over distance right?”
“Sure, a wall in front of me is loud and the floor far below is less loud.”
“Here the floor or the coast are so far away your pings do not make it back to you. Or don’t even reach anything in the first place…. Unless there is something in the water.” he explained with an audible smirk at the end. Gina turned in the same direction he was heading and eagerly clicked her sonar, feeling excitement rising up from her quarter full belly when she realised he had located a sizable school of fish.
An hour later Gina was stuffed with a variety of smaller prey species, mostly some silvery fish that she never saw before but tasted almost like the cod she grew up on. She finally felt at ease, letting the beaks of her preciously consumed squid help her forestomach in tearing up the new arrivals while she kept curiously nudging and pinging Martin’s belly. To her pleasant surprise the huge bull indulged her, seemingly enjoying the attention as she watched him process that dreadful oceanic whitetip.
“How do you digest so much so fast?” she asked when she realised that the few fish Martin had snapped up had passed on to his main stomach without being ground up first, unlike the shark which had changed shape from a sleek predator to an amorphous flesh pile with parts of terrifying jaws sticking out of it.
“I probably weigh twenty times as much as you, so I need far more food and my body has learned how to process it fast enough.” he explained, patting his belly with his flippers happily. They continued to head towards the small island Martin had left just a day ago and kept chatting, mostly about Gina’s home and his belly’s shark count, depending on who was asking the questions at the time.


The two orcas arrived late in the following morning. The sky had just turned from red to steel grey when they realised the floor had ascended well within sonar range once more. Small fish and seabirds were a common sight now, telling of the nutritiousness of the local waters.
“I may have depleted this spot a little bit, so if the schools of jacks and sardines are not what you are used to, the reason is padding my flanks now.” he snickered as he showed her around. The ground was rocky, darker than what she was used to but despite the warmer water, everything seemed to be covered in seaweeds and green algae here and there. This was a spot Gina could hunt in, which gave her an idea.
“Are there any sharks here?”
“I was wondering when you’d ask. According to my girth, five fewer than last month, but yes, there are some around this island. Blue sharks patrol the deep inclines we just swam over and occasionally there are hammerheads too. Both are pretty good eating but usually too large for you unless you get a young one.”
“I am still feeling pretty well fed, so could you teach me to hunt those while we are here? If we need to pack on blubber we might as well do the local calves a favour.”
“These sharks are entirely harmless to us orcas, but I like your attitude. Tell you what, we just go on a hunt and if we find a shark, I will demonstrate how to catch and eat them safely.”
“What about me?”
“If we find a small one, I will demonstrate how to catch them and tell you how to eat them safely.”
Gina let out a happy song of slicks and chirps at that. She had only seen glimpses of blue sharks before, mere shadows, as they had never dared to approach her pod and her pod had no interest in them. She also did not even know what a hammerhead would look like, but she reserved spots for both in her ravenous belly just in case.

It appeared to be an uneventful but filling day. Gina spent more time watching the paste her supposed predator had been reduced to meandering through martin’s winding intestines than pursuing the small fish they found in large numbers, but still she managed to keep her belly entertained. This spot was pretty good and while she lacked the large pod that helped her feed back home, the jagged spired of volcanic rock the fish aggregated around worked perfectly as a barrier to prevent them from escaping her maw. And since the local barracudas had figured this out as well, she and Martin managed to enjoy a few large predatory fish flopping desperately on their way into their respective forestomachs. Everything was calm until Martin called out to her.
“You have got to be kidding me.” he gasped and pinged his sonar at a boring looking silvery cloud of sardines that seemed to be undulating and morphing like a giant air bubble tapped at the surface.
“What is it?” Gina asked, looking at the sardines. Then a sleek blue-grey shape emerged from the baitball, swallowing half a dozen examples which got stuck on its pointy teeth.
“That is a thresher shark. They are super rare.” Martin explained, simply watching.
Gina jolted and paid full attention at the word shark, but then she saw the creature emerge in its entirety and tilted her head. The thing’s caudal fin was longer than the rest of its body and the snout looked like a cone with too large black eyes very far forwards.
“That?! Is a shark?” she asked in some disbelief. The reason why she wanted to become a fabulous shark eater like her protector was that she wanted to keep her smaller pod mates safe once she returned. One day she would have calves of her own and if they ever got blown off course by a storm she wanted all the big sharks that could hurt them to already be blubber on her flanks.
“This one looks so harmless.”
“Oh they are too. They would not hurt a newborn and specialise in hunting tiny fish, see?” Martin explained as the thresher shark explained its name by whipping its two meters long tail right at the group of sardines, stunning a dozen of them which it then casually gobbled up.
“So, do you want me to spare this one and go back to gorging on barracudas?” Martin asked, wondering if he had found the limits to her shark consumption fanaticism.
He had not.
“Of course not! If you don’t kill it, I will.” she said with determination.
“Do you know how?”
There was a pause. Gina blew bubbles, then she sighed.
“Can you please show me how? I want to learn that.”
“Sure thing.”

The two were very lucky that the thresher was utterly focussed on its own feeding. They certainly gave it enough chances to hear and see them, so Martin did not feel bad going out of his way and ending this rare specimen, simply to give Gina a view of the proper technique. Given the abundance of equally easy and less dangerous prey, this was definitely falling under decadence and specific training efforts. But Martin felt oddly excited about being able to teach, to have someone yearn for the skills which effectively got him tossed out of his old pod. It was cathartic.
He accelerated at the sharply turning and still feeding shark. Right before he ducked under it, he could see a lack of claspers, showing him his meal was going to be female and a slight belly bulge telling him she had been feeding rather successfully. All her efforts were simply going to benefit his appetite soon as well as Gina’s hunting studies. The bull dove sharply underneath the shark, sardines spewing in all directions now. The surprised thresher reacted too late and as close to a hundred times her weight in orca passed underneath her and Martin flicked his fluke until it nearly hit her, a strong vortex formed. Her fate was sealed and he could start teaching.
“Did you see what I did? The shark was right at the surface and when you move underneath something smaller that far up, your fluke creates so much commotion in the water that they get thrown around.” he narrated as he calmly turned around, four orca eyes locked on the small shark which was still tumbling around in the turbulence he created. The chaotically moving water seemed intent on swirling the thresher around until her tail was in a knot. Before his elasmobranch prey had any chance to get her bearings, let alone flee, Martin was right on top of her. He slowed down and casually opened his maw, swimming basically over his disoriented prey and engulfed her in his maw.
Down from her viewing spot, Gina found the shark’s sad looking visage blissfully fitting as it was suddenly obscured by her mentor’s advancing jaws.
Martin took a breath of fresh air since he was at the surface anyway and then took the shark down under, swimming towards his student and explaining what he was doing.
“These are easy to overpower but if they get feisty and hit you in the eye with their tail whip, you will go blind.” he said and took a big gulp, showing Gina how his broad tongue cupped the slender thresher shark’s body and guided it effortlessly into his throat.
“Now that she is pretty deep inside, she has a harder time hitting my eyes.” He wanted to showcase what that looked like without taking too many risks, so he swallowed again and then waited. The shark’s head was in his gullet, his warm tongue was still feeling some of the fish moving inside her stomach as her tail stuck out of the toothless frontmost area of his jaws.
“See? Her tail can’t move enough to hit anything soft now. I use the gap in my teeth to lock her tail in, that prevents her hard skin from grinding down and damaging my teeth. This will be very important for you, since you want to eat many sharks.”
Sure enough the shark tried to use her tail whip, but with her orientation still spinning and her electroreceptors overloaded by the omnipresence of Martin’s convulsing throat, she could just about resist enough to show Gina that she was being eaten alive. That was all Martin needed from her -besides her calories- and so he gave a firm swallow, pushing her down with his tongue as his gullet gripped and pulled on her rough skin, dragging her smoothly down towards his anticipating belly.
“I told you these are rare, right? I have been coming here for over twenty years and this is maybe the twenty-fifth thresher I ever ate.”

Gina watched the whole process with more attention than she thought she possessed. Every little detail was crucial for her future as an apex predator destined to perform the acts she watched Martin carry out hundreds or better yet, thousands of times. A warm sensation spread in her belly as she watched the huge bull effortlessly rush underneath the clueless shark and whirl it around like a leaf on the surface. There was no danger for him, no effort either, just a casual turn and a few quick easy gulps. The warmth inside her increased when he approached her and showcased her how to protect her teeth while swallowing a struggling shark. It seemed the trick was to get them deep enough to render them harmless as quickly as possible and then she would have all the time in the world to enjoy her meal.
“Please, nonono, don’t do that, do not swallow.” came a faint pleading voice.
“Oh yes, they rarely talk. Sharks don’t like one another a lot and they avoid alerting their prey. So you usually only hear them speak in situations like this.” chirped Martin, hovering in place like a monument to orca superiority as that seemingly endless thresher tail slowly entered his maw. He did not appear to even do anything, simply letting his throat regain its usual shape and thus pushing the shark down into his forestomach, causing this ghostly effect of the tail sliding between his jaws in one smooth motion. Gina noticed something was unusual with her body when Martin opened his maw to let her watch the tip of the tail squishing through the entrance to his throat and how it closed after the prey passed through. A desperate “NOOO!” came to her ears, muffled by a powerful gut and thick layers of muscle and blubber. That warm feeling reached her lower tail, as if a warm fountain blew hot water directly at her. The closest she ever felt to that warmth was when she introduced warm prey remains to cold seawater, but this was different. It was something that made her heart race and her lower body warm up and twitch on its own in a way. It was confusing but she liked it and if that was her new reaction to watching Martin feed on her declared enemies, she was all for it.
“That was INCREDIBLE!” she cried out and rushed at Martin, nuzzling his head and then making her way right to his belly. “My wanna be killer is liquid in your guts, maybe some blubber already too and now there is another whole entire shark in your forestomach.” she spoke out her excitement, clicking her sonar and almost seeing the faintly resisting thresher shark folded in half and tail curled up inside the vividly churning depth of her mentor’s first stomach chamber.
“I am glad you like it when I do that. If there are belly rubs in it for me everytime, you might just change my diet.” he replied softly and leaned into her touch. He had noticed how her lower tail had flushed bright pink around her slit, the deeper the further his prey descended into his body. He was flattered, excited himself a little but he doubted she noticed the distinct bulge of his own genital slit over her obsession with his belly. And if she did, she was far from ready for the two meter long shaft that hid inside. No, he would have to be content with flattery, though the thought of teaching her more than hunting and survival reluctantly stuck to the back of his mind.

“Did you pay attention to the lesson as well?”
“Yess. Sneak up, rush underneath, swirl them at the surface, turn around and feast. Pay attention to making them harmless.”
“Good girl. There is another trick I can show you with the next shark we find. This one here only works with ones much much lighter than you and only near the surface.”
“Can you show it to me now? We could take a big fish and pretend its a shark. Or just go looking for more.” she suggested, nuzzling his flank so firmly a mix of heated digestive juices and melted assorted fish were pumped back into the forestomach right over the poor thresher shark that was currently having her skin removed by the very strong and experienced walls of that grinding chamber.
“Not now. It will go dark soon and the sharks have the advantage then. There is no use showing you things when you can’t see anyway. Let’s just grab a few more of these delicious barracudas and call it a day. In three days or so, when you have a layer of blubber again, we can head out and find you a shark you can fit. I know a place. It's deep down but we can make it work.”
“Fine, I know you know what you are doing.” she said, coming back down from her predation induced high.
“Don’t be sad. I want you to enjoy your hunts. Celebrate your successes. It is no fun to rush in unprepared and have your empty belly covered in bites and scars. Besides, we can use this beautiful dusk to show you something neat that my body did to your attacker.”
“You are about done digesting him, what could that be?”
“Well, do you like shiny things?”
“Sure. Glistening stuff is fun to look at.”
“Then watch this.” he snickered and swam through her view right to left the sun in her back. The next thing Gina saw was a deeply brown, concentrated jet of waste shooting out from under Martin’s tail, his shit dissipating into the currents and seemingly vanishing after a few seconds.
“Is that all of it?” she chirped curiously. So far shit has always just been icky but she had a very firm emotional connection to this discharge of Martin’s bowels. This was all that remained of the oceanic whitetip that nearly ended her.
“Look under the cloud.” Martin chuckled and that was when she saw it. Millions of tiny reflective speckles drifted down, reflecting the red sunlight like tiny rubies smaller than a grain of sand.
“Is that? Are those these skin teeth?”
“Exactly. I told you they pass through.”
“Did it.. Hurt?”
“Some do, this one did not. It was a pretty comfy scratch to be honest.”
Again Gina felt that sudden warmth in her lower body. She wanted to get her rear scratched by shat out sharks as well.
“Thank you for showing me that. Now I am even more determined to get myself padded with fish so you can show me how to make my body do that too.”
“The glitter poo?”
“Yess!”

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