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Norbert 2 By Strega

Norbert was stretched out asleep on the concrete next to his swim tank, as was his habit, when the nocturnal visitors arrived.

"There he is," whispered the girl, and covered her mouth to stifle a fit of drunken giggling. The man with her, just as drunk, dropped the coil of rope he was carrying and put his hand on her shoulder.

"What's so funny," he breathed into her ear, and Karen pointed.

"Look," she said. "He looks like a big penis."

"No he doesn't," whispered Randy, but it made him stop and look.

Norbert was a Stellar sea lion, not as broad in the beam as some males of his kind, but still a streamlined bulk tapering smoothly from the middle to the pointed muzzle at one end and the webbed fins at the other. He was soft and fat with blubber and his weight made him spread out where he lay, so rather than a perfect cylinder he was more of a squashed one. He didn't look much like a penis at all.

"Well, I'm going to find out how big he is," Karen whispered when she got the giggles under control. "Norbert, you're getting lucky tonight."

"That's the idea," Randy slurred as he tied the rope to the railing. "Then I get into the fraternity."

They would never have come this far without the blessings of alcohol. Randy, rejected twice from Phi Kappa Xi for not being exciting enough, returned from a visit to the sea life center with an idea. A dozen bottles of beer and a few shots of tequila later he talked his girlfriend into it: they'd sneak in and he'd take pictures as she fucked the sea lion.

Clumsily, but luckily without falling onto the rocks below they climbed down the rope. Meant to mimic the seashore where a wild Steller might live, they were rather drier than real seaside rocks would be and they managed to make their way to the concrete without slipping and falling.

"Here we go," Karen whispered, and Randy got out his cell phone to record. Karen had a secret 'thing' for animals, and though she claimed never to have indulged it, she didn't hesitate when she approached the sea lion.

Norbert was big, a ponderous streamlined bulk more than ten feet long from whiskers to rear flippers. The plaque outside his enclosure said he weighed eleven hundred pounds and Randy believed it, though if you watched him swim through the floor to ceiling glass one level down you couldn't help but be amazed by his remarkable grace. On land he was a blubbery hulk, but in the water he was sleek and powerful and quick. He had to be to catch the fish that were released into his tank to entertain him.

Luckily Norbert was sleeping on his back, and there was enough light from the full moon for Karen to see what she was doing. She knelt next to his lower body and soon spotted the crease of the sea lion's vent and the long ridge that led up his belly from there.

The sea lion grunted in his sleep as she began to massage the ridge, helped in finding it by the glow from Randy's phone as he recorded it all. There was a layer of fat between Norbert's genitals and the outside air but it was thinner than elsewhere and the big sea lion's rear flippers kicked as he stiffened. Soon a bright pink tip emerged and Karen grinned for the camera. "Look how thick it is!"

"Suck him off," Randy suggested, and Karen kept rubbing until Norbert unsheathed completely. It was a wet pink cock as long as her forearm and thick as her wrist that she bent upward toward her lips. Norbert wasn't shaped like a man at all and neither was his cock but he still squirmed on the concrete as Karen pumped her hand up and down and teased his fleshy tip with her tongue.

"Deep throat, deep throat," Randy chanted under his breath, and Karen grinned, hesitated, then took Norbert's tip into her mouth.

Alcohol was a social lubricant and a sexual one as well, for they would never have found themselves in the sea lion's pen without it and Karen would certainly not be be about to straddle the whiskery mammal. After making a halfhearted effort to swallow Norbert's cock - it was just too big, she whispered - she pulled off her panties, hiked up her skirt and stepped over Norbert's lower body. One hand reached down to direct the sea lion's cock upward and Randy took a step back as Norbert's beady eyes suddenly popped open.

The confused sea lion, woken by the delicious sensation of a woman sucking his cock and brought to full awareness as she impaled herself, blinked quizzically down past his upper flippers in time to see more than half of his shaft disappear. Nothing like this had ever happened before and Norbert let out a long puzzled groan as Karen began to bounce. The last time someone had been so forward he'd rolled into the water but this time he hadn't found out what was happening until he was fully aroused and already inside his lover. Norbert's hind flippers slapped the concrete as he instinctively began to thrust, arching his lower body to meet Karen as she bounced.

"Check it out, he's into it," Randy whispered, then raised his voice when Karen didn't hear. She was as horny as the sea lion and whimpered as she took as much of his lengthy cock as she could. Her fingers sank into his blubbery hide as she supported herself, her upper body bent forward to support her as her hips went up and down on Norbert's cock.

Randy felt a bit left out in the face of this much action. He was stiff as a board in his shorts and he found a spot on a nearby rock to prop the phone as it recorded. As he reached for his cock, though, he had an idea. He should be in it somehow, not just a spectator.

"Check it out," he whispered. Norbert was panting as Karen bounced and with the sort of brilliant idea that only alcohol can inspire Randy reached down and pried the sea lion's broad muzzle open. Norbert blinked and pulled his head back, bending his neck into a sharp ess, but Randy was determined to be in on the action and went down on his knees to follow along, knowing he was well inside the camera frame. Norbert could only retreat so far and when he couldn't pull his jaws any further away Randy grinned, repeated "Check it out!" and stuck his head in the sea lion's mouth.

Karen was making her way enthusiastically toward orgasm with every bounce on the sea lion's meaty cock and her eyes were squeezed shut. She didn't see Norbert lose patience with his male visitor. Randy leaned hard into the sea lion's maw and with a sudden thrust of his jaws Norbert straightened his neck. Braced by his knees and drunkenly confident that nothing could possibly go wrong, Randy went wide-eyed in confusion as the sea lion's maw lurched over his shoulders. Slick gullet slid down over his face and neck and Norbert's thick, rubbery neck expanded as he swallowed Randy to the elbows in one gulp.

Norbert didn't intentionally conceal what happened next from his human lover. In fact he forgot she was there for a moment as he pulled the male off balance with a tug of his muzzle then shot out his jaws again. With that second swift movement of his head he engulfed Randy to the waist and the man slipped deeper still as the big sea lion hefted his meal into the air. He had never eaten a human on dry land before but he had lifted his head out of the water to eat one before and knew gravity would help the swallowing process.

Far down the stinking fish-scented gullet Randy squirmed drunkenly, hardly able to move the thick rubbery flesh that surrounded him. Strong muscles contracted as Norbert swallowed, squeezing and massaging him downward, and his face pushed through a tight constriction in the long fleshy tube and into Norbert's stomach. The smell of acid and digested fish smote his nostrils as he began to enter the long chamber. He was more than half swallowed and the inches-thick fleshy walls surrounding him pressed inward with such force that all he could do was wriggle like a worm and kick hopelessly.

Randy's foot clipped the cell phone, sending it flying into Norbert's tank. The sound of the splash was lost in Karen's moans, the wet squelches of sex and the slithering noise Norbert's front flippers made as he shifted his weight to heft what was left of his meal into the air. Randy slipped deeper into the slimy chute of gullet, hardly even able to kick now as his knees scraped over Norbert's fangs.. There was no saving himself; the weight and strength of the beast, the powerful swallowing muscles, the undulations of its gullet as it ate him whole with no apparent effort.

As he was pushed further into the sea lion's long stomach his panicked, futile struggle began to still. There was no escape. The weight of all that muscle and fat pressed in against him with smothering force. It was hard to even breathe, not that there was much air, and that stank of the sea lion's last meal. Drunkenly, Randy realized it would stink of him after this.

He fumbled for his phone, thinking to call a friend and relate that little joke, but it was not in his pocket. Vaguely he remembered leaving it to record Karen fucking Norbert and that was when he recognized a familiar rhythm pulsing through the warm, thick flesh around him.

He was far enough inside the sea lion's body now that his head was not all that far from its genitals. Something was bouncing atop Norbert's belly, sending waves of compression surging through the meat and fat, and that something could only be Karen. She was still fucking the thing! Didn't she see what was happening?

Karen didn't. In only a minute or two Norbert had swallowed up his annoying visitor and Karen's moans had covered up the sound of it. With a thick sea lion cock sliding repeatedly into her the last thing on her mind was wondering what that gobbling sound might be. Now she trembled, on the very edge of climax, and as Randy's bright blue sneakers disappeared into Norbert's maw the sea lion paused in his meal for he, too was very close.

Randy felt it happen, the suddenly shivering contraction that pulsed through Norbert's abdominal muscles. It was an uncontrollable reflex that thrust him against his lover as he came, and distantly, muffledly, through inches of sea lion meat and blubber Randy thought he heard Karen let out a shriek. Everything had gone perfectly to plan, he had a recording now that would set the fraternity alight when he showed it around. No one had ever seen anything like this before, the dog and horse videos couldn't compare. His girlfriend had just taken a load of sea lion spunk in her pussy.

There was only one little problem. As Norbert shivered through his orgasm the sea lion lifted his head, swallowing massively. Randy's scraped and bruised knees were pushed down the beast's throat by a great contraction of its swallowing muscles and he felt the bulge in its neck move down and merge with its thicker body. The rolling contraction in its gullet carried him along and didn't stop until he was expelled whole into its long, slimy gut. Randy kicked twice, confirming what he already knew. His arms were trapped against his side by the weight of meat, his legs stretched out unable to bend, his face deep in a pool of hot stinging fluid that already made his lips burn.

He was going to be digested, he realized groggily. He was going to be sea lion shit. Even after Karen ran off and found someone, well, that would take too long. He would be dead by the time the vet showed up and they wouldn't kill their prize sea lion to recover a body. He had entered its body through a fanged maw but he would leave it via a different hole, and only after exploring the rest of the beast's digestive system.

There was nothing for it. Drunk and sweating and smothering Randy slipped his hand into his shorts. His boner had never gone down and there was plenty of lube available in the form of warm, clinging stomach juices. He'd have a last moment of pleasure before becoming food.

Karen opened her eyes as the Norbert let out a long grunt that sounded like a burp. She could feel the warm sea lion semen dripping down her thigh as the thick penis shrank and withdrew back to its sheath.

"Oh," she said, and for a long moment couldn't think of anything to say. Then, "Oh, you are very good, Norbert."

The sea lion blinked back at her as she shifted atop his fat, rubbery body. Where was Randy? Where was the phone?

"Randy? Randy! Stop playing around!" She was instantly sure that he'd taken the recording and was already running off to upload it. The deal was to only show it to the fraternity, and only when she was there! He probably took her panties, too!

Cursing, she climbed off Norbert's belly, too drunk and angry to notice how much fatter the sea lion was now. Randy was stretched out in his lengthy stomach, so there was no one huge bulge, but the mass of a man in there swelled his normally streamlined frame in ways anyone familiar with him would have noticed. It would be more than a day before the last of Randy's skeleton crumbled. The flesh would go quickly, and the weight of sea lion pressing in would crush the big bones as they weakened, but for a time there were bulges where his hips and shoulders of the slowly digesting man pressed out.

Karen didn't notice those. She gave the puzzled sea lion a distracted pat on the head as she pulled her panties back on, then climbed the rope Randy must have left behind. At least he left her that! She had half expected he'd take it and leave her for the sea life center staff to find. She untied it, remembering that they were to leave nothing for security to find.

Still unsteady on her feet from alcohol and sea lion cock she made her way back to the parking lot, where the same friend who had dropped her off picked her back up again. Cindy thought they'd just gone to the center to have sex in a public place. Which wasn't a lie, when you think about it.

"Where's Randy?", Cindy said as she drove them away.

"Randy! When I catch him..."

But she didn't. Convinced that he had run off with the recording, and his boyfriend for a short enough time that his family didn't come to her about his disappearance, Karen kept her mouth firmly shut regarding the events of that night. She had no idea what had really happened to him, just that she'd had an amazing amount of drunken fun with a sea lion. So much fun, in fact, that given the opportunity, she'd hop right back into his pen. Time would tell.

Behind her Norbert watched in confusion as his latest visitor fled. He let out a long, satisfied belch and considered the events of the evening. The man stretched out in his stomach was no longer annoying, but rather a warm filling presence he didn't mind at all.

And then there was the other one. Intruders had tried to touch him there before but it had never gone this far. Never before had a visitor teased him awake and then ridden him until he finished. That one had not been annoying at all. If he saw and smelled her again, Norbert would be more patient than he usually was with intruders. Very patient indeed.

With a last belch he lay down his head to resume his rudely - if pleasantly - interrupted nap. Tomorrow was Sunday, the center's day off. His contact with keepers would be limited and with the public, barring another intrusion, nonexistent. No one would see the bulge before digestion rendered it unnoticeable and nothing would survive his stomach acids that could be used to identify his meal. A ruined cell phone would ultimately be found in the tank, but that, a coughed-up pair of half digested sneakers, some fragments of acid-ruined credit cards and a shat-out T-shirt and pair of shorts would not be enough.

It would be filed under "possible incidents." Only two people knew what really happened to Randy that night. One of them was a sea lion, the other was its meal, and neither was likely to spill the beans any time soon.