Well here's page 2. This took longer since i decided to add that story i mentioned on page 1 and i was lazy about rewritting. Page 1 is updated with the first part of the story too.

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"He seems to like it! Just listen to him!" One teen grinned while pouring in a second can of beer.
"How do you know its a he? They all look the same man..."
"Its willy, ofcourse its a he. Only a guy would like this stuff, haha!"
The drunk teen, having a few more swigs himself bumbles forwards.
"Hey, let me rub his tongue again! We're buddies, yea? Here have a little more beer, my own stuff..." He moves forward to do several things at once, rub, pour and lean in. Something his alchohol riddled brain immidiatly has trouble coordinating and has to pull motorfunctions from elsewhere to manage. The drunks teens legs as a result go out from under him and he plunges forward into the gaping maw of Shamu.

”Ack, i slipped!”

Feeling woozy and slurry, Shamu blinks again, snorting. He feels odd and confused, the bull not understanding exactly what was going on. As Shamu looks up at the teenagers, one seems to leap right into his mouth. The feeling of the human upon his tongue and teeth, Shamu in his slurred state tried to find a reason for him to be there. With his belly and head feeling warm and tingly, the only conclusion to his mind was that the human was food.
Closing his jaws about the one in his mouth, Shamu pulled back from the pool edge, slathering his tongue over the now struggling and wriggling morsel within his mouth. It sorta tasted almost like that odd liquid that they had poured upon his maw. Expected, since the punk was basically marinating within his own drink. Still as she savoured the flavor, Shamu gave a gulp.

The sudden action brought forth quite alot of activity and noise from the teens. The most drunk one is caught pretty much to his waist inside the jaws and gives a surprised delayed esclamation from within, muffled by the slathering tongue that rubs over his body.
”Whoa! He's not a fish whale dude!”
”Let go you stupid fish!”
The two teens exclaim as they quickly move forward to grasp their partners feet and try to pull him free. But the confusedly kicking legs of their drunk friend are hard to grasp and suddenly sink inwards into the jaws as the Orca gives a hearty gulp and strong pull. The sudden yank pulls the two of them with a mighty splash into the shockingly cold water.

The human feels odd in his mouth, but Shamu nonetheless persists, pressing forward with the efforts to down him, ignoring the other floundering humans in the pool next to him. Gulping and swallowing, his gullet stretched about the shoulders of the human in his maw and pulled him deeper into the slick esophagus, Shamu clicking excitely and incoherantly, his mind now appearing dimwitted and slower, only thought being of 'food'.
The human in the maw didnt offer much in terms of coherent resistance, as his head plunges into the tight gullet along with his shoulders, getting crammed in into the dark tightness he merelly moans and wriggles, still trying feebly to find footing to get back on the ledge, not quite grasping how far in he's gotten, or is going.
Shamu meanwhile, continues to gulp and swallow down the punk caught in his maw. As the hungry and now quite drunk orca works the human down more, he momentarilly savours the taste lingering on his tongue of the alcohol. With an awakened ravenousness the muscles contract and suck the human down into the gullet with almost one powerful and clearly audible ”Gulp!”, sending the meal on a one way ticket to Shamu's belly.
”Mmrpphg..!” Perhaps he realizes his demise somewhere there, in the middle of the tight gullet. Swallowed whole by the Orca buddy he shared a drink with, how uncool. His kicking legs quickly enough slide over the tongue to join the rest of him in the trip down the gullet to the Orcas large belly, giving a nice sensation to Shamu of large wriggling prey going down to fill out his belly. Something he most likelly has not felt for a long time being stuck in this park living only on fish, something feeling instinctivelly right perhaps.