A friend of mine recently picked up drawing as a hobby and since we share an interest in aquatic vore, this was a good opportunity for both of us to practice together. He did this comic of a shark eating a barracuda and I scribbled a vvery short story or long description depending on how you want to see it.

Comic:  Strudle120


As her slender body cut through the azure blue waters of the Atlantic, one might not think that the blue shark was famished and starting to grow weak. She had constantly been swimming along the gulf stream for weeks on end and only on very few occasions she had had the opportunity to feed. Twelve days ago, she had come across a school of mackerels and in the time it took larger predators to arrive and drive her away from that buffet, she had devoured several of the nutritious silvery fish. But they have already made their trip through her body and left it long ago. Her stomach has been empty for over a week now and she is running on the last oils stored in her liver. One more day and her muscles will start to decay to keep her alive.
But the magnetic fields of her surroundings were changing and gave her good confidence that she would once again arrive on time. The massive volcanic formations around the Azores caused an unmistakable distortion in the usually smooth magnetic field of the earth, something the shark did not understand but was very well capable of picking up. The little pores in her snout were filled with a highly conductive jelly and her swimming motions induced tiny electric currents in it as she swam. This allowed her to find exactly the same spot, each year, across thousands of miles of vast empty ocean.
Usually she would speed up now, happy to be near her destination, but safe for emergency or hunting she was trying to conserve energy as best she could. Her long pectoral fins worked like the wings on a glider plane, allowing her to stay afloat and steer while moving rather slowly. After a while the floor started to ascend and she saw her estimations confirmed. She had found the same group of little islands she had been born next to, from thousands of miles away. She had started at the north American east coast and made it all the way to a tropical pile of volcanic rock in the middle of nowhere in one uninterrupted journey.
Half an hour later she had ascended several hundred metres along with the ground, already hearing the plentiful sea life further up. Scent came next. She had been looking forwards to the bountiful coastal region for almost a month while she had been on her migration. There were Jacks, Barracudas and the small sardines they preyed on, in literal spades, just some hundred odd metres away from her now. Had she had the luxury of more energy she would have started chasing after them as soon as possible but as it was, she needed to pick her prey with care.
The shark swam around some rock formations which glistened in the bright sun light near the surface. She had been down in complete darkness for several days now to decrease the chance to run into a hungry mako. She was far from the biggest predator using the gulf stream for a lift or seeking out the Azores as feeding ground.
But currently she was in luck. She had ascended at a place where the water was still over 80 metres deep and only some pillars of dark volcanic stone reached past the surface. Around them and between them, small fish were trying to hide among the rock and each other to not draw the attention of the larger fish which were patiently circling them in turn. And the blue shark was further out still, eagerly waiting for one of those bigger fish to make a mistake. She envied them for their ability to simply stay next to large amounts of prey all of their life while she had to travel what amounted to a watery desert twice a year. But right now, it only made it feel even better to stalk them for food.
The shark tried a few times to lazily grab a Barracuda when it came back from the sardine swarm with flapping fish tails dandling from its toothy beak like maw. But even when busy devouring their catch the predators were anxious of her and able to avoid her attempts to catch them. Approaching them head on so they could see her was not going to work and surprising them among their prey was not going to either since the sardines would keep a wide distance between them and a maw capable of sucking a score of them to their doom at once. After some frustrating failures, the hungry blue shark came up with a new idea. The Barracuda who had escaped her twice already was going to be her focus for her next attempt too. But instead of hoping to catch it on its return trip, she followed the fish towards the sardines. When hungry and focussed on their own hunt, the fish seemed much more focussed their own prey and easier to surprise. This was going to be the test of her theory.
She kept following the barracuda, annoying it, making it nervous. But the greedy thing was not done feeding and just when it was about to snap at the small silvery fish again, she gave a firm flick with her caudal fin, darting after her prey and snapping her maw at the barracuda’s tail. The shark was utterly delighted when she heard the squelching sound of her pointy teeth cutting through scales and felt the firm muscle impaled on her teeth trying to wiggle free, only causing delicious blood to ooze throughout her maw. It was the taste of success.
With a greedy gulp she pulled her teeth free of the badly injured prey which was not even able to wiggle once, before the suction the blue shark created pulled half its body into her cavernous maw. Again, her teeth pierced it deeply, slicing through muscles and perforating organs which, already spelled doom over the barracuda., as she turned around and glided towards the blue ocean, carried by the momentum of her successful charge.
The next gulp carried the nice thick tail of her prey into her eager gullet which possessively clenched around it and kept the fish stretched out and under tension, her teeth now right among its gills. Then all she had to do, was to casually open her maw one last time, allow the dying fish to look at the waters it used to live in and pieces of its own flesh which stuck to the predator’s teeth, before the jaws fell shut. A firm plate of cartilage, which served a similar purpose as a tongue, pressed the bleeding fish to the blue shark’s palate and squished it further into her gullet, causing a gentle dent in the flexible area under her lower jaw. One audible gulp later, which had the cracks of breaking fish bones mixed in, the barracuda was shooting along her short throat and was rudely tossed into her stomach where its last weak flicks of defiance were only met with churning folds and biting acids.
In the coming days several more examples of this and various other species of fish would take the plunge down her hungry gullet to replace the energy she had expended getting there. And only then would she calm down and reduce her consumption to a more moderate level. Until she would have to prepare for her next migration in a few months’ time.