This is another lovely page done by my good friend  Ghostofyourdad and i really adore this one. As a little special, there is also a full story for this scene isntead of just a brief description. (I do the review texts on these, Ghost does the hard part)

Also the prey is sponsored by my buddy  superorca

Story:
Oan was not really sure how good of an idea it had been to split up. The anthro orca had his phone clutched to his toga as he swam in the deep blue vastness of the ocean, the Gulp app already open with an empty review form for blue sharks just waiting to be filled the moment his feral companion caught one. He knew Martin loved these little food blogs to be authentic, so it was best to just write down what he said right in the middle of eating the prey of the day.
He looked around, pinging the lifeless waters before and below him with his sonar, occasionally calling out to Martin to see if he had any more luck deeper down. Apparently the big guy was not having any more luck than him. There was just nerve wrecking eerie silence and emptiness around him. At least nothing tried to come up and eat him.
With a sudden rush of water, a fearfully familiar sucking noise and a lot of painful needle pricks across his lower tail and legs, Oan noticed how wrong he had been. He turned around his head to see what he had been looking for. A blue shark, but one well over three meters long and particularly girthy. Probably due to his healthy diet, of which he was now a part of.
“Hello sleepyhead. Nice to eat you.” teased the shark and his long teeth protruded from his head, Oan’s lower parts well in their grip. He was lost. He wanted to cry for help, but also beg his predator not to bite any harder. He was sure, well, almost sure, that this shark was not getting away, but absolutely certain that the beast had ten times as much time as he would need to spread his prey’s insides like confetti.
“Shit! I…”
“That you will become in due time.” interrupted the shark with a sly chuckle before gulping again. All of a sudden Oan’s fluke was folded in on itself and his feet wrapped in it like an orca burrito. The anthro tried to speak again when he heard Martin’s voice at last.
“Oh good, you found a big one.” the orca chirped in that high pitched tone the shark will not be able to hear. He sounded awfully cheerful. Right now Oan did not need nor want cheerful. He wanted to not be killed.
“I never had orca before. You guys are delicious.” mumbled the shark before gulping again. Oan felt the sharp teeth tugging on his toga and then push into his own rubbery skin again while the very strong gullet pulled him back. ‘Sleek but fragile little sharkies my ass’, he thought. Bit by bit he was dragged deeper, the elasmobranch throat stretching around him with ease. Before his head even entered the toothy maw, he already felt the slimy walls and tingling acids of the predator’s stomach engulfing his tail.
Then, as he slipped deeper and deeper into the shark’s gullet, already seeing the teeth framing his vision, Oan heard Martin once more.
“After a successful hunt, or when going after prey on the surface, blue sharks frequently travel at the very top of the water column, making them good targets for ambushes from below. While chasing them is possible, they are such good swimmers that success is unlikely unless a pod coordinates to hunt down a single individual. Are you getting this Oan?”
The anthro rolled his eyes and chirped back. “The only thing getting down is me in his stomach right now. Just get me out already.”
The approaching orca laughed and then continued.
“With how slender these sharks are, all their sensitive parts are never far away from their skin, making them extremely vulnerable to ramming.”

A second later Oan felt a sudden jolt as Martin crashed right into the shark’s belly. His own fluke got pinched pretty hardly and he could feel all of his predator’s insides being squished and pushed in a way they were definitely not meant to be. Nothing but a pained grunt came from the shark as the impact forced Oan back out of his gaping maw as his whole body was flipped.

“Quick, take a photo for the review, I can’t hold this one once he comes to again. He will file down my teeth in seconds.” Martin said, not planning on giving Oan a pause until this review was done. This was important work after all!
He held the unusually large blue shark by his tail, flipped on his back. “The ram stuns them reliably but if you want to devour one in peace, make sure they are on their back while you eat. They are slower to recover this way and are usually docile until consumed.” Martin explained before pulling his tongue back, feeding another foot or so of doomed shark to his cavernous maw.
Pleased to see Oan typing on the phone, Martin continued feeding and explaining.
“For those who are new I recommend starting at the head. Shark skin is very sharp. While often described as just rough it is actually millions of little teeth that all face backwards to reduce drag and noise while swimming. So if you eat them backwards like me, you can experience a very sore throat as a result. But after your first twenty or thirty your body adapts to it and it is no longer an issue unless you go for much thicker and stronger sharks which we will cover later.”

By the time Martin folded the sleek dorsal fin of his ample snack down with his tongue, the shark came to his senses again.
“There we go, he wakes up but by now it is too late to do anything but provide entertainment along with a meal.” the orca narrated. The confused shark registered the oppressively hot tightness of the throat around half his body, seeing the anthro he had nearly consumed fiddling around with some device in his hands.
“What is going on? Let me go!” he demanded as if that would work.
“You are being reviewed as food, that is going on.” Oan replied with a satisfied smirk. He looked back at the shark and was surprisingly happy to see realisation setting in on his face. The shark tried to bend to see what was going on, but was already too far down. One third of his body was inside Martin’s throat already and most of the rest was cupped in the orca’s huge tongue, except for the head which was sticking out from the maw. Oan continued, seeing his chance to tease the shark back.
“My friend and I are travelling the oceans to educate young orcas on what food they can expect to find where and how to hunt it. I may have been accidental bait, but thanks to you the episode on blue sharks will be particularly exciting.”
“This cannot be! I am a top predator, I can’t get eaten for some silly entertainment format.”
“Talk to the tongue.” said both orcas in unison, a line which had become a meme for them during the production of the seal episode, which Martin may or may not have prolonged a lot, in order to obtain the half ton of blubber he had burned off on the journey to where they were now.
The indignated shark was at a loss for words for some time, during which Martin’s tongue casually pulled him backwards and gave him his due turn of having his view framed by teeth. They were not as vicious or impressive as his own shark jaws, but that hardly mattered given that no teeth were needed to slurp him down.
“Before you go, tell me your name. It will be on the review.” Martin said. “You are an unusual blue shark, surely you have one.”
“It is Lapis.” the shark replied, sounding defeated, now that his fate was sealed and the tongue creeping over his long snout was overloading his electroreceptors, reducing his ferocious struggles to mild undulations.
“Ah, here we go.” said Martin, giving Oan his signature ‘write that down’ look.
“When almost consumed, sharks often just give up. I have not been able to determine why this is the case but it certainly prevents them from taking your tongue off or ripping holes in your forestomach, even when consumed whole and alive. Definitely a safety plus. And I recommend eating them like this or you can say goodbye to your teeth. As I said before, their skin is made of tiny teeth and as sad as it is, theirs are much better than ours. But do not worry. They never make it beyond the gastric stomach and if you can swallow a shark its teeth are shorter than your forestomach is thick, so you won’t have much issue digestion wise.”

With all that said, Martin kept his maw open while Oan turned around for the obligatory money shot selfie. The anthro sported a few cuts from his encounter with the shark’s maw but still smiled broadly as he snapped a shot of Lapis slipping off the back of Martin’s tongue, his pectoral fins bent forwards to nearly meet his snout. With a long wet slurp the shark was gone and Martin swallowed audibly while presenting his empty maw.
“How was he?” asked Oan while putting his phone away and instead pulling out a box from the depths of his toga.
“Quite filling. I usually need three of those to feel sated but he is curling up in my forestomach real nicely. That was some great baiting from you.”
“Not on purpose. And next time don’t wait until I am all chewed up.” Oan complained as he put some bandaids that looked like little smiling seal pups on his various bite marks.
“Oh come on. We can have a partner look going on if you get some sharkbites on your skin. You look way too smooth for someone travelling with and feeding alongside transient orcas.”
“Maybe. But speaking of that. What am I supposed to eat in this desolation?”
“Well I have an idea.” snickered Martin and slowly turned around.
“Now?”
“Don’t tell me you were not excited to watch me slurp your wannabe predator down like some common eel.”
“I mean. … Alright but just because I need something in my belly.” oan said far more eagerly than he wanted it to sound as he swam towards Martin’s slightly bulging slit.
“Sure, pretend it's for necessity if you want.” giggled the well fed orca.


Devy’s comment:
I absolutely love blue sharks. I cannot fit the huge ones like in the reviews, but the ones half that size? I am easily on twenty of those already. They just never see it coming when a dolphin grabs them around the head and actually fits them in her belly. I let those sleek long caudal fins dangle from my maw as a mark of honour while my stomach makes room for them.