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‘Cause baby you’re...

“Come on Korin! We’re almost to the hotel room!” William said from his spot in Korin’s cowl. Currently, the female turian was carting several bags in her arms, groaning at their contents which weighed a ton to her, and literal tons for Will.

“Will, I encourage you to stop encouraging me!” She managed to croak out “ Why was it bad idea to make two trips again?” Korin asked.

“Two trips are for pansies.” Will said with a mock, badass growl, as if he was Jean Claude van Dame. Korin rolled her eyes and dropped the bags, using the digital key on her omnitool to open the door before moving inside to set them off to the side of the table in the cheap hotel spinning chair. They charge huge rates yet can’t afford good furniture? Korin thought to herself. Bastards!

Currently, William and Korin were on holiday on Earth, in celebration for a holiday called “independence day.” Korin didn’t understand why this holiday was still in practice, especially since North America and many human nations were now unified into the Alliance. She dismissed that thought though when she noticed how they celebrated it. She examined some of humanity’s primitive explosives, up scaled for aliens such as herself, as well as the hotel itself. William had some family that owned land next to a lake. That same lake hosted a small Independence Day celebration for passing aliens sponsored by a human culture organization called Personnes de Terre. It was primarily a French group that quickly spread across the galaxy. Will’s family were members of that group and organized everything, making it a low key social event desirable by anyone who heard about it. Naturally, it looked like a good date opportunity.

“I’m liking this holiday more and more now!” Korin said, as she held something called “artillery shells,” which looked like balls with strings attached to them. They came with a tube, covered in alliance colors. “It’s a bit primitive though, wouldn’t you say?”

“It keeps in the spirit of the holiday, plus it’s cheap to make.” Will admired the size of the artillery shells, similar in size to an actual cannon compared to himself. It was bigger than his body! Korin merely shrugged at this and prepared for the evening. She wore an outfit that was partially dressy, partially casual. This was because they’d be spending their time outside this whole evening, but she still wanted to make an impression.

William was a little different. He elected to wear a blue flannel shirt and denim jeans. The shirt itself was odd because it had some small burn markings on its sides, not enough to do any damage aside from cosmetic appearances. Korin raised an eyebrow and asked little William the story behind his tattered shirt.

“Oh this old thing? It’s my lucky charm!” He elaborated with a grin. “I was out one year in the fourth of July when a rocket was knocked over. It hit me square on the chest, but my shirt protected me. It wouldn’t have been much of a big deal, but the idiots using them accidentally put white phosphorus in their homemade fireworks.”

Korin’s raised her eyebrows, interested in Will’s story. She knew humans had a sensitivity to burning white phosphorous since their skin wasn’t thick at all. Turians could withstand it because of their heat resistant hides. It prevented the fire from penetrating their skin and poisoning their blood with the substance, not that it would harm them anyways. Their chemistry makes it so that they can absorb it harmlessly.

“I had no idea you were superstitious.” Korin said as she touched up her new facial markings. Her family had recently changed their colors due to an influential marriage between her brother and his husband Fazik, and she was definitely willing to oblige. She loved the new, golden color.

“Really? I throw salt over my shoulder every time I spill it. Remember how much I swore when I broke the mirror?” William called up to Korin.

“Huh.” Korin shrugged and an idea appeared into her mind, as if by magic. She went over to the table, which had a glass, spherical, paper weight. She waved it around in her hand and did sime strange gestures with her other, as if manipulating the supernatural energy around it. She was also imitating ominous music with her voice at the same time.

“OOOOOooooooo, I’m looking into your fuuuuuutuureeeeee.” She said, bringing herself close to Will on the table. Will merely sighed in response.

“Why did I ever tell you about human psychics?” William said, his face resting in his hand as he tried to ignore the turian making a fool of herself in front of him.

“I see… gold. A great deal of gold. I also see a moist cavern around you, that shifts and bends like the nebulas themselves! I also see… the chewed remains of cookout food!” Korin set the ball on the table and snatched up Will, bringing him to her face as she licked her lips hungrily. “Well, I guess the crystal ball is always right! Best fulfil the prophecy.”

Korin brought William close to her mouth, licking her lips and opening wide. Inside, she revealed her newly colored flesh. It had a slight glow to it in the brightness of the yellow. Korin recently had it changed to go with her new facial markings. Plus, William admitted that his favorite color was this yellow/gold tint and she couldn’t resist the opportunity to tempt her boyfriend even more. She breathed deeply over him, showering the human in that musky turian breath as it hinted at her many past meals, which William would be acquainted with some day.

“Korin, as much as I love doing this, I’d rather not be late to the event.” William said blissfully as the heat soothed his meek body, which practically begged Korin to devour him on the spot.

“Oh, you’re no fun.” Korin said playfully as she kissed his face and ducked into the bathroom to finish getting ready. … William and Korin arrived at the lake a few hours later. The humid and hot feeling of Earth was actually slightly soothing to Korin, who was naturally adapted to live on Palaven, rendering Earth’s pathetic heat as insignificant. William, however, sweated a little at it, but he cooled himself with an apparatus on his omnitool. They stepped out of a shuttle that carted them to the site, along with several aliens. Many had human companions, likely as their guides on Earth or additives for dinner. Will pointed to the cabin for them to go to. It wasn’t so much a cabin as a metallic prefab unit that was sized for the aliens, but they still called it a cabin. The building itself was large, but not too populated. This was because the event itself was not too popular. On the table were platters of snack foods and drinks. William pointed at the small bowl on the table which contained some human sized snacks, asking for Korin to grab him one. She grabbed him a bowl of potato chips and a soda for herself. William sat in Korin;s cowl, listening to her swallow down some of the drink. He smiled and munched on the chips as they all socialized.

“Well howdy Will! Is this your friend honey bun here?” Will’s aunt, Jessie called out to the titan before her. She always had that thick southern accent and wore a hat with cowboy boots. It was kind of annoying but he got used to it. “Korin, meet Aunt Jessie, she likes getting called Jes. She’s in charge of all this.” Will gestured around the room, referring to the event.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you Jes!” Korin reached her hand down, holding out her talon to shake. Jes took it with great vigor, despite its size.

“Pleasure is all mine sugar, glad you two could come! Well, you arrived just on time, I just finished setting up some fireworks. Care to see?” The pair nodded and followed Jes out, where a small array was set up, pointing to the sky. There was a proud looking human next to it. Jes took out her lighter and set the fuse ablaze. It sizzled its way to the tube and went inside. They all waited a moment before the tube flashed and it shot up.

Unfortunately, since it was a human sized, it only went up to eye level for Korin, exploding pathetically and fizzling out quickly. It was kind of obvious that Korin found it underwhelming and was a little embarrassed by it.

“Hot damn, I guess it wouldn’t be as entertaining for you as I thought!” Jes said with a laugh. “Good thing ya’ll brought those!” She pointed at the alien sized fireworks in Korin’s hand and the smiled. Meanwhile, the human from earlier frustrated kicked at his set up, since it was borderline useless. … They watched as the rockets blazed across the sky, shining bright colors and altering the very night sky in their blaze. Massive figures were made in crude shapes of various images, such as a bald eagle, an alliance flag, and Saturn… for whatever reason. They all sat in awe as each thunderous wave washed over them. Korin looked at her small human, silently thanking him for all of this. She leaned in and kissed his face as he kissed back, with a massive heart exploding in the sky above them. The scent of black power was heavy and metallic, easing their minds into a calm state, despite the explosive chaos above. They sat like this for a while, just enjoying the quiet thunders. … “Hot dogs are done!” Jes shouted out as a quarian cook said the same, his voice trumping hers and alerting everyone present. People got in line and the toasted buns and franks were distributed. Korin received three, since turians needed a little bit more than most other races. She smiled and thanked the Quarian, who’s visor was fogged up by the heat of the grill. She chuckled and drew a smiley face on it with her finger. The eyes of the quarian beneath were only slightly amused. She apologized awkwardly and left to get the condiments. Simple cheese and ketchup on the hot dogs were sufficient for her and she made her way to the table, setting everything in place. It was rather secluded table away from the crowd, which gave her the opportunity to enact on a subtle desire. When everything was perfect for her, she took her human from her cowl, looking at him in the eye. William knew that look. She would give it to her prey right before she devoured them. It seemed that William would soon experience the same fate.

“Will, you know I love you, and this night was perfect… So I want to end it with a bang. May I…eat you?” There was no more teasing after this point, Korin was being honest and heartfelt, something that was often lost beneath the teasing of consumption. If he said yes now, then those teasing’s would instead be promises.

“Korin… I can’t think of a better way to end it. Go ahead then love.” Will said, hugging onto her face and enjoying the feeling of her warm skin beneath his own body. Korin held him there until she felt a swift change deep within her brain. She still loved Will, but she felt a certain lust for his flesh. When she looked at him, she began to salivate. She saw no point in delaying any longer and set him down on the table, stripping his clothes off and leaving him in his undergarments. Korin had her back to the rest of the people, protecting William from any further embarrassment. He blushed as the air felt cooler without his clothes on. She lowered him onto the paper plate, next to the frank making him watch as she grabbed one of the three.

Korin casually brought the hot dog to her mouth and bit into it, the juicy, kosher meat made a small squelch as she did so. She savored the taste of the meat as she slowly chewed it in her mouth, her saliva diluting the ketchup and breaking down the bread as her teeth tore the meat into wet chunks, soaking it in her saliva. When she grew bored with the bite, she swallowed it, her tongue pushing the moist slop to the back of her throat with a wet gulp that Will could hear. He saw her neck flex and a small bulge appear and disappear into her body. She looked at will and smiled, repeating the process, this time putting the rest inside her elongated mouth and chewing with loud, wet, smacks. She held her mouth open for Will to see inside as he panted with adrenaline and excitement. Korin swallowed again and patted her stomach.

“You’re next sweetheart.” Korin said, reaching out a hand to lift William up and lay him down on the frank. Ketchup covered the side of his body that touched it, while the cheese was slightly chilled as it had recently been removed from the cooler. Korin lifted the hot dog and brought it to her face, with Will’s feet pointing towards her mouth.

Korin licked her lips and smiled before opening her mouth to treat Will to the golden sight of her insides. Ketchup and bits of bread were strewn about inside her maw. Will pulled his legs back when he noticed that Korin wouldn’t be able to fit him in one whole bite if extended like he is. Her teeth came down upon the hot dog and cleaved it into two, with William resting on the half exposed to the outside world. Korin continued to chew at the bite, letting William see up close as it was swiftly turned to mush by her powerful jaws. She swallowed and bore no care that she was about to eat her boyfriend, inserting the rest of the hot dog into her mouth slowly. Her maw grew larger as Will approached it. It slowly went over his legs, chest and soon the lips passed his head as he looked out onto the world, becoming framed by her “lips” as the closed around him. Will glimpsed at one last firework going off as he was sealed inside her mouth, now separated from everything but Korin’s food and insides. Her tongue tasted over his body while pushing the food into the teeth. They began to masticate the food inside, as Korin chewed carefully so as not to harm her prey.

Once all was said and done, there was a slight pause in motion around William, but soon, the peace was interrupted as he was shoved back into the throat by the wet, spongey tongue. He slid in with a wet sloppy sound and a gulp, as the throat pressed on all of his sides. He was pushed down, pulse by pulse as the wet, gurgly sounds of Korin’s entrails grew in volume. Eventually, Will stopped at the stomach sphincter before being pushed in by a final, tough movement of peristalsis.

Will fell in, squelching with the hot dog bolus as it splashed into the liquidy substance around him. Will attempted to stand, finding it difficult to get a bearing inside his girlfriend’s stomach. The chunky slop was everywhere. Yet, the stomach was still, as digestion had yet to begin. Will smiled, but misstepped on a squishy chunk of meat on his way to one of the golden colored stomach walls. He ended up splashing into the slop again, his head brushing against the stomach wall. He grumbled a bit (as did Korin’s belly) and leaned against the gently moving mound of flesh. Saliva made the stomach walls appear to be shiny in color, which enhanced the glamor aspect of gold. There were some small blemishes in the form of chunky bits of food adorning various parts of Korin’s insides.

Will’s moment of peace was interrupted when a gulping sound was heard above him. After a few seconds, another “mouthful” of hot dog splashed into the stomach, adding to the pile. There was a pause, a series of gulps, and a small stream of the soda poring inside, stirring the chyme around Will and filling up to his chest. He smiled and snuggled against the stomach wall as the last of the meal joined him.

He waited for a few minutes, enjoying the smells of the food marinating in the digestive juices already present inside the stomach. Suddenly, everything was disrupted as Will’s environment began to sway and slosh, shaking up everything and revealing partially digested foods that were hidden beneath the ex-hot dogs. Will could see noodles around him, remains of their lunch. He wondered if there was anything left of the guy she ate earlier. Everything soon settled as Korin evidently sat down again. He listened to the gurgling noises and felt the stomach pick up the pace in its digestion. The churns were more powerful, sloshing him about as he was processed, like another morsel of meat inside the stomach. For all intents and purposes, he was!

Will heard a patting and rubbing sound from outside. It was Korin enjoying the feeling of her meal inside her. He could also hear her speak her final words to him.

“Thank you so much will. This was a fantastic night and you were such a delicious meal. Rest up little human, you have some digesting to do. I’ll take good care of you.” A small series of pats were heard as well as a contented sigh. Will happily closed his eyes and gave in to the digestive organ, with the gurgles growing in sound and the scent getting stronger. As Will melted down inside Korin, he could hear the continued booming of the fireworks until his form turned into a thick paste, sloshing with the rest of dinner. … Korin sighed as she finished off her boyfriend, quickly devouring the rest of the meal after enjoying a moment of peace. With the meal tucked away behind her abdomen, she moved to a camp fire, watching in contentedness as the rockets glared across the sky, bursting in the air. Her stomach let out some gurgles as it began digesting her meal. She rested her hands on it and patted the stomach. She said some parting words to Will and smiled. What a perfect night.

#willing vore #mass effect #Turian #digestion #foodplay

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Glowy insides are my aesthetic. Here is an example of me getting this awesome character from an artist and using that character for horrible fetish reasons. 

Art is done by https://www.furaffinity.net/user/ladyvenommyotismon who is amazing and the best and very nice. 

#mawshot #mass effect #Turian #glowing insides #glowing #lemme shove my face in dat

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Ester in her full body glory. There’s a very nsfw full body of her’s I’m contemplating posting here too but here’s a good look at her that isn’t filled with vore or intense lewdness.

Commission from Eroomally who is now http://www.furaffinity.net/user/cobra93/

#mass effect #Turian #nude #semi-nsfw #nsfw #Ester #look at them markings tho

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Ol-have you fer lunch!

Commissioned picture from @drathe wayyy back

#mass effect #Turian #Leifkin #bust #commission

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Scary monsters

Fisa’ Tarell vas Citadel was a rather sultry lady. Of course, when you’re a quarian out on the hunt, you have to be. The club blazed bright and loud, drowning the senses as the lights flashed about. Electronic music was the center piece of it all. The whole crowd bounced with the song, heavy with a beat and intoxicating in melody. Fisa sat on her chair, a resting point as she took in the environment. In particular, she enjoyed the singer at the top of the elevated stage. She didn’t recognize her, but the tuiran had blue markings that glowed bright in this environment. She was very distinctive in voice and appearance, making Fisa strain her already aching head as she tried to discern her identity. She looked about the other viewers in the small box she sat in, separated from the dance floor, hoping someone was watching the turian too. Then, someone caught her eye. In a couch adjacent to hers, there was a salarian and a turian. Both watched the singer attentively. However, she ignored the purple marked turian and instead found the salarian an appetizing sight. His skin was a shade of burnt orange and white, resembling a boiled shrimp. The thought tickled her taste buds and she quickly forgot about the turians in her vicinity. She stared right at him, her line of sight hidden by her visor and the flashing lights from the dance floor nearby. That salarian was leaving inside her stomach tonight, or so she promised herself. … Kriz sat in awe of the singer. He felt too shy to mingle with the rest of the crowd, so he decided to take residence next to the turian. The turian was isolated, and didn’t take up to much space. Plus, he seemed friendly enough. With a quick and meaningless request, he was allowed to join him in watching the show. Kriz watched her movements, trying to distract himself. He just wished that this would be easier. That was the whole point of this outing anyways: to finally make some new friends, maybe even take a girl home tonight. He chastised himself at his own inability to do such a thing and sat back in his seat, sighing in depression. He looked rather pathetic actually. … Fisa smiled at the rather vulnerable looking fellow. This was becoming easier and easier as time went on. She saw his feeble attempts to socialize, he could barely order a drink. It provided her with the opportunity to assert herself into the situation and break the ice. She stood, stretching to show off her powerful curves. She was certainly voluptuous, and embodied every element of the word sexy. Her hips bore the typical quarian wideness, but they weren’t too wide to make her appear fat, despite her ravenous appetite for sentient flesh. Her rear was rounded, tightly hugged by the suit, as well as her chest. The skintight outfit stuck close to her abdomen, highlighting every curve on the muscles beneath. She looked powerful with this air of beauty and seduction. She took a slow, swaying stroll towards the salarian, drawing his eyes from the floor to her body. The strobe flashed bright and the particle emitters shined bright photons of green that flowed in the air around her body, making each step fluctuate the effects as if she were in control of it all. Fisa drew a number of eyes to her and her prey. She stopped in front of the salarian and sat next to him, spreading her arms out on the couch and crossing her leg to give Kriz a close up view of those meaty limbs. “So, what’s a cute guy like you doing alone at a busy place like this?” She asked, her voice carrying a low, feminine tone. It made him quiver just hearing it. Kriz’s mind was racing at FTL speeds. Here, he had a quarian so hot beyond any comparison, that she could be with any man or woman here. Yet, there she was. She had a primarily black suit, with gold secondary colors. Her mask was tinted with the same gold color and her hood flowed around her neck like a scarf, and behind her back like a cloak. It attached to her right arm, the black fabric with silver lining grazing his skin. Maybe tonight he was lucky. “I-um… I’m not what y-you’d call “the best” at socializing miss…?” Kriz left the answer open, hoping to get her name at least. Instead of getting an answer, Fisa tsked at him and shook her head, lowering her hand to his leg and gently stroking against his pants. “Shame on you, for having such a handsome body and not using it!” Fisa teased, one bright eye going dark for a moment beneath her visor. Unbeknownst to Kriz, she licked her lips as well, beneath her mouthpiece. “Well, it seems to be…um… working regardless.” Kriz fumbled, trying his best to put on a handsome act. “You definitely have a good one yourself.” With that comment, Fisa lifted her legs over his and moved herself over his lap. “Thanks hun, I get this figure from eating people.” She said starkly. “And flattery will get you to all the best places with me.” Her statement sent shivers down Kriz’s spine. She was a dangerous woman. People have gone into rooms with her, and were never seen again. Strangely, this though was attratice to the salarian as he began to run his hands along the quarian’s abdomen, feeling its smoothness and enjoying every second of it, despite her breasts being so close to his face. “Well, um, what is your plan with me tonight then? ‘Cause I’m game for anything.” Kriz ventured, feeling…strangely freed by this woman, her dominating presence reassuring to his psyche. He felt free despite resigning himself to her will. Fisa smiled wide, happy at the ease of this situation. She ran a finger along his chest upwards before curling her finger around his collar, pulling him close and releasing a seductive moan of excitement. Her mask was now very close to his face and he could practically feel the breath released from the filter. “If you’re game for anything , then maybe I should give you a firsthand experience on how I make my figure so… pleasing.” She said in a teasing manner. Kriz was surprised at how much he actually liked that idea. It made sense too. He was never going to get a girl like this the normal way. So why not get eaten? He had no real plans. “Wow… I wasn’t expecting to like that idea so much!” Kriz said, making Fisa give an amused chuckle. She leaned back in the couch, laying out and making her belly stretch in length. The turian next to her decided to scootch over to give the pair some room on the couch. He knew what that quarian was doing to the lucky salarian and what her intentions were. She then pulled on Kriz’s head, drawing him to said belly and pressing the side against it. “I don’t blame you, after all, delicious looking people like you deserve to go in there. I’ll let you think about it some more by listening to it…call for you.” Fisa replied. Indeed, the stomach made some good arguments for the action of Fisa devouring Kriz. It growled in hunger, dryly, showing that it had nothing inside it. Kriz smiled as his face was partially enveloped in the soft quarian belly flesh, made by the thin layer of fat over the abdominal muscle. His hand rested along her side and he rubbed his head into her belly, cuddling it and imagining himself inside. From his anatomy classes, he knew that the quarian stomach was different than most. The walls inside would be smoother, and their strength was rather gentle, relying on chemical digestion to process its foods. In all, Kriz really admired FIsa’s gut. The image he saw was himself slowly melting against the wall that felt similar to incredibly soft skin. “I know what you’re imagining, and I can make it a reality. All you have to do is pay the nice lady for a private room.” Fisa smoothly gestured to the asari nearby, who smiled wide at the salarian, knowing that she’d never see him again should he pay her. Fisa had signaled her over with a gesture and an omnitool alert. She didn’t want to disturb her prey too much after all. Kriz pushed himself up slightly from the couch. He smiled and readied his omnitool, the orange glow bathing the pair, but he stopped. Before he could seal his fate (these were pricy rooms after all, and he didn’t have much money) he had to ask one question inspired by the heat of the moment. “How hot is it going to be inside there?” He asked, intending for the wording to imply temperature. “It will be the hottest, and most pleasurable experience of your delicious life, cutie. And I mean that for both the weather inside my stomach and the… emotional sensation.” She said, putting her seductive voice on full throttle, knowing that this was the make or break moment; if he said yes, she was going to have an excellent meal and a good night on the dance floor. If not, then she’d call it quits for that evening and go eat some fast food. The latter was not good on her delicate digestive tract however. Kriz thought about it for a moment before breathing in deeply, easing his mind for the moment. He pressed the key and electronically sent the currency to the waitress. Her datapad flashed briefly, making her smile wide and gesturing them to follow her. Kriz stood up swiftly, a little unhappy at being temporarily separated from his predator’s gut. As they strolled down the hall to the private room, Fisa’s hand crept up behind Kriz and pulled his body close to hers, her hand pressing on his hip and his other hip pressing into the quarian’s own thick ones. I’m going to be part of those soon, Kriz thought, as he stared at the Fisa’s body again. Or maybe I’ll be part of the lucky bits of fat on her belly. It didn’t matter though, he knew he wouldn’t be conscious enough to know. They stopped at a door along the hallway that led to an unoccupied room. The club must be busy considering how far they were in the hallway. The asari let them in and stated that they would have until 3 AM to leave. Of course, Fisa had no intention on staying that long. Just a quick romp and snack with this salarian, a bit of dancing, and a nap before heading home. The asari bid them welcome and left them a menu, being considerate of the quarian’s intention of the room. When she left, the pair turned to each other and simply admired the other’s form. For Kriz, it was Fisa’s sexuality. For Fisa, it was Kriz’s edibility. Fisa opened a small pocket on her arm. It was a special bar of soap to clean aliens for… fun times. She tossed it lightly to Kriz and gestured widely to the bathroom nearby, mostly to show off her curvy form some more. “I need you to take a shower before we can get at it.” She simply stated. The salarian nodded rapidly and went to clean himself. He bathed thoroughly, not wanting to risk harming his predator with some sort of bacteria he’d have on his body. The soap neutralized the reproductive capabilities of most particles on the body. This means that the user would likely lose the top layer of skin cells on their body, however, that is so thin that the worst thing that could happen is minor irritation. Besides, the quarian has to put up with being a little ill afterwards. Of course, if one was being eaten soon, it wouldn’t much matter since their body would be digested before they… well, molted. Kriz stepped out of the shower and dired his body, going as fast as he could. He left the bathroom adorned in the towel around his waist. There, he saw the quarian teasingly fiddling with her straps as she sat on the bed, waiting for her prey. She watched and licked her lips with an audible slurp as she surveyed his lithe body, hungry in many ways for him. “Drop the towel… I want to survey the meat I’ll be eating tonight.” Fisa stated in a rather dominant voice. Her omnitool was activated, as she had just put in a call for her meal to go with Kriz. She told them to take their time since she was going to be… occupied. Kriz complied to her demand by letting go of the towel dramatically and revealing his whole form. One would see Fisa’s glowing eyes widen in surprise before narrowing, her head cocking to the side to indicate her devious grin to go with her beady eyes. She then removed her mask slowly to reveal her face. “Delicious.” … Kriz sat there, panting a little as he relaxed. His partner, on the other hand, was casually, yet, swiftly putting her suit back on. It must be through practice. With a click, her visor returned to its typical position on her face. It was just in time too, as there was a knock on the door. Kriz remained in the bed since he was naked while Fisa opened the door and took the tray with food on it. It was covered in a silver dome. It was also specially prepared for the quairian’s delicate body. However, Kriz would argue that the quarian was anything but delicate. She tipped the waitress and set the tray on the nearby desk. She lifted the lid to reveal tonights dinner, besides Kriz. It was a soup that matched the consistency of pea soup for humans. Its color was different. It was a dark purple, darker than Fisa’s light purple skin. Steam lightly wafted from it as it cooled. As the music in the background crescendos, Kriz was about to say something about it, but was interrupted when Fisa pointed her omnitool at him right at the musical cutback. A bright flash showed and blinded him momentarily. When his vison returned to normal, he saw hills of sheets surround him. Of course, that wasn’t the focus of his attention. Instead, he watched the quarian begin to move. She pressed her hands into her hips, gently sinking into her hips ever so slightly. Her hands then moved up her body and along her belly, gently tracing over her navel that barely showed beneath her rubbery suit. Her hands then cupped her breasts ever so briefly before returning to her magnificent abdomen, the real star of the show. Her hands rested atop her belly, and she gently patted it. A growl sounded out. “Now that was a good time frog boy, but now its time to get to the real reason at why I brought you here.” She said while she rubbed her body, patting her belly as she implied that was the reason. It was no subtle hint, she was blatantly telling Kriz that he was going in there. Kriz was speechless as she swayed her hips as she approached him. With a hand on her hip, she plucked him up with the other, jarring his body for a moment as the movement was sudden, like an elevator. His stomach dropped and went back up as he stopped. She then set him on the rim of the bowl, letting his feet sink into the soup. Fisa opened a small hatch to reveal the straw she had. She wasn’t going to be fancy about calling it an induction port or anything like that. It’s obviously a fucking straw. But first, she had the salarian to take care of. Kriz was a little wary, as Fisa hadn’t shrunken him down too much. He would likely be two mouthfuls for the alien. She took off her mask to reveal her face again to him. She smiled widely with her mouth open, teasing her prey with minor views inside. “Well then little guy. You ought to know the name of the woman that’s going to swallow you whole. My name is Fisa’ Tarell vas Citadel. I’ve lived here all my life. Your new name is going to be Food vas Fisa, since my body is your new home.” She said, wrapping her fingers around his body, and raising him up to her open mouth. “Have fun in there.” … Kriz’s feet poked into the stomach. Slowly, he was forced into the cavity. The belly was slimy, to say the least. The quarian’s thick saliva stuck around everywhere, making a thick layer over the belly walls. His sight confirmed that quarians did indeed have completely smooth stomach walls. He ran his hand over the soft flesh that surrounded him gently. His own slimy form made everything very slick inside the stomach, he slid about before finding a secure position. One noticeable thing about the quarian stomach was that it was small. His arms pressed against the sides, as the belly gave him little room. He was partially curled into the fetal position. However, the stomach was flexible enough for him to adjust it. Eventually, he sat in a perfectly round and slimy sack that would soon melt him into a nutritious paste. Another noticeable detail was that Fisa’s belly had designs decorating the stomach walls. They were tribal patterns, imprinted on the stomach walls like a tattoo on skin. In fact, that was exactly the case. As the soup and wine began to splash into the stomach, Kriz was treated to the scents mingling in the cramped environment. Soon, the levels reached up to his knees, wit them barely poking above the surface of the alcoholic slop. It was when the meal slowed to a stop that he decided to ask the question. “Hey Fisa!” He called up to his predator as he felt her hand gently stroke her now tight belly, packed to the point where it doesn’t look like anything is inside, however, it is on the verge of being distended. “Oh those? I had a tattoo artist put some markings in there. I thought it would look interesting. Of course, he’s long gone now.” “How were you able to do that?” “I took some antacid tablets so that he had time to draw it all in there… His stuff gave me indigestion though.” She thought about it grimly. Kriz nodded and relaxed in the rather disgusting chamber. The designs would gently approach him, and recede, flowing with the churns of the stomach as he began the process of digestion. Fisa began to stand, adjusting herself as she got used to the familiar weight inside her abdomen. Now was the fun part. “I’m going to dance, so if you’re wondering why things are getting crazy in there…” “Wow…I’ve never danced with someone as hot as you Fisa.” Kriz stated. “Well you picked an interesting style. Too bad its going to be your last. Don’t worry though, you can dance as part of my hips when I’m done with you.” Fisa strolled onto the floor with a dominating presence. Eyes turned to her sexy body and she began to move her shoulders to the music. Kriz could feel the light movements around him, subtle twitches in the stomach muscles as the beat was transferred to her body, and then to his through the movements. The heat began to pick up as she danced, created by friction in the muscles. It began to make him sweat some. Fisa felt the same but ignored it. She then began to sway her hips, lightly sloshing about the soup in the stomach. this led to some playful splashes against Kriz’s face. The purple and red substances danced against the walls and some stuck in chunks. Then, Fisa began using her abdomen. Her abs flexed sharply to adjust the shape of it all, similar to a belly dancer. The food inside could feel this as a sudden pressure was felt from the outside. Kriz squirmed against the pressing wall playfully, breathing in the humid, rancid scents inside Fisa. It lasted only a moment before the stomach pressed onto his body again. It went with the rhythm to the muffled music outside. He could sort of here the other partygoers outside as well, also muffled by the now pulsing stomach wall. The pulses pressed the chyme up and into his face repeatedly. His nose was given a good filling of the fermented liquid, making him laugh and cough as the quarian danced and digested around him. Her hands traced again to her abdomen, as she sensually stroked at it to feel her prey inside. Kriz felt the pressing around him. The thin fingers pressed around his body and pushed the juices up to his head. The heat was building inside the quarian as the movement continued. It made Kriz sweat even more and the chamber was increasingly slick. The thick juices began to leak inside and around him as she danced. Then the song changed. This one was much slower. She moved along with it. There was ease to the walls, much to the pleasure of Fisa, as she now could enjoy her prey’s digestion. The sauce glorped and gurgled as it splashed over his body, making it even softer against the smooth walls around. He pushed against the walls, feeling the sticky substances as well as his own hand partially liquefying to it all. Fisa’s tongue traced over her lips in memory of the ever so sweet meal that currently was enjoying himself inside her belly. Kriz inhaled deeply, ingesting the powerful scent inside her stomach. It reeked of his own melting body, resembling a fishy scent. The stomach grumbled beneath Kriz, making bubbles appear on the surface This occurred just as the song was finishing. Now, Kriz’s body was melting very much. His form was barely recognizeable as waves of flesh began melting into the slop around him, assisted by the mechanical motions of the tiny stomach around him as well as the gastric substances breaking his form down into a orange colored paste. It contrasted greatly with the purple soup around him and made the quarian’s light purple belly around him. Fisa eased herself as she moved back to the room, hoping to rest as she finished off the salarian that she never bothered to learn the name of. The gentle swaying eased Kriz’s lethargic mind in comparison to the surging pulses of the dance. She layed down on the bed, enjoying the gurgles and glorps inside her stomach as Kriz entered the final stages. His head was barely over the surface of his own paste before he heard the quarian around him. “Thanks for the tasty meal…shrimp.” She said, patting her belly with the statement, shaking her stomach a little more with a reverberating drumbeat. Kriz smiled and rested as he finally merged with the chyme, becoming indestingushable, never to be seen again. Fisa felt her stomach bubble inside her as the salarian finally digested. There was a series of digestive sounds that were cacophonous to anyone who would not be interested in… visit her digestive tract. Fisa slept to the sounds, feeling very satisfied.

#willing vore #soft vore #mass effect #Quarian #digestion #salarian #consensual #f/m

[commanderleifn7]

Estrica Gethra, a synthetic turian created by the geth to observe organic behavior and to study them. Ester is a powerful artificial intelligence placed within a mobile platform who has grown to enjoy organic culture and quickly blended in with them flawlessly. Synthetic flesh covers a metallic endoskeleton, making her basically a terminator in the mass effect universe... a cool one, not that crappy one in T3

Adopt made by https://www.furaffinity.net/user/essenceofrapture who is incredible and awesome. 

#mass effect #Turian #female turian #blue #aesthetic #af #geth do not infiltrate my ass

[commanderleifn7]

Out of the Pizza Pan...

Markus found himelf crammed into a small container, equivalent to the metal containers on Earth. It was metal all around him and the other humans, brushing shoulders against each other as they had nowhere else to go. Nobody was here according to their will. They all had lives elsewhere outside this metallic prison. Some of those worlds were still intact, while others…not so much. Markus’ personal story is that he lived on a province of horizon as it was trying to rebuild after the ninety-hour reaper war. Unfortunately, in times of war, there are always profiteers. On the fringes of the terminus systems, human colonies would be raided frequently by these individuals and sell the captured populations to blackmarkets across the terminus systems. There are some people who like their snacks to struggle. When Markus was taken, most of his town was destroyed. Currently, he sat in the corner, near the door, depressed by all this. He had no family, but losing everything in one fell swoop was a rather disheartening thing. At least he has insurance. Its always good to find a silver lining in times of strife. Of course, that lining means nothing when you’re melting in some alien’s gut. His only hope right now is that someone would come to his rescue. … Garrus loaded his rifle with concussive slugs. He and a team of c-sec officers were preparing for a raid of their own. Recently, they got a tip from a human specter who recon-ed the area. Garrus knew it was Shepard, trying to make him feel special again, however, he always played along. Taliah always had some good tips that saved a lot of lives. That’s one thing he absolutely loved about that woman. Regardless, Garrus was ready for the experience. He held the record for the most things assaulted in c-sec history. He also had the highest target accuracy, with a record of 20 kills and 15 non-lethal shots. Of course, he wasn’t going to be using his long range skills for this. It was in a warehouse, hidden in the wards. It seemed that these pirates were selling to the rich folk who wished to indulge in a more illegal dining experience. The whole concept sickened Garrus. He had too much respect for other individuals to believe that something as demeaning as eating another person should even be considered remotely ethical. Of course, Shepard disagreed with Garrus, but that made him only dislike the concept more. Shepard, his girlfriend, was the first human specter, and still highly respectable, despite her stature. She shouldn’t be advacating for such a thing, yet there was her stance.He thought again about the concussive rounds he loaded into his rifle, soon swapping out the component for armor piercing rounds instead. “You ready for this Vakarian?” Said a familiar turian voice. “As always Teximus. It’s a shame that this will be your last raid, you’re retiring Wensday right?” Garrus replied. “Yup, only two days until retirement.” “You know you’ve just condemned yourself to death with that cliché.” Garrus said with a wink. … The door Markus was leaning on opened outward, making him fall backward onto the counter with a thud. He looked around to see that he was in a space station of sorts. Before him was a krogan and a batarian. Markus recognized him as the one who attacked his home. He also saw a turian with them. He was dressed in nice clothes, had red facial markings, and carried a pistol at his left hip. Adrenaline flowed through Markus’ body as he saw the group, looming over him threateningly. “Ah, it seems that we have a volunteer for our first sampling of the product,” the batarian stated, reaching out to pick up the human. Markus struggled in his grip to little avail. He then found himself dropped into the turian’s palm. The alien looked at him with hunger in his eyes. The fingers curled around him, blocking any escape. “W-wait, please! D-don’t do this!” Markus yelled, now fearing for his life. He knew what this alien had in mind, only confirmed as he was shifted to where he was dangling in his grip. Eventually, Markus got tired of struggling and hanged there, like a grape in the grip of a roman elite. He looked down at the turian’s open maw, actually slightly enjoying the view. If it weren’t for the fact that this was against his will, Markus might have actually enjoyed this all. The blueish flesh below him was certainly attractive, in its own way. He was about to drop when there was a noise. They all were startled. The krogan stated that he would check it out and left to investigate. The turian shrugged and continued with his meal. … The krogan sat on the gound, unconscious and his flesh seered by the electric subduing devices. He muttered about strange things, such as space cowboys. Garrus nodded to Tex as the rounded the corner, counting two hostiles. On a go of three, they revealed themselves, yelling at the top of their lungs to get down on the ground. The silence of the room was spit by the yelling voices of the two turians, jarring the two criminals before them. The turian panicked and let go of the human, dropping him to the floor. Time slowed for Garrus and Markus as the human felt the air rushing around him. Garrus saw the flash of the pistol extending as the turian reached for it. He lunged himself forward, firing a round from his carnifex into the turian’s chest. His other hand caught the human and slowed his fall enough to have him unharmed. The turian crumpled to the floor dead. The batarian saw all of this and threw his hands up quickly in surrender to the officers. Markus sat, panting surrounded again by a three fingered hand, yet feeling much more comfortable. He was surprised that he wasn’t splattered on the floor currently. Instead, he was graced with the turian’s glove, holding him just after saving his life. He inhaled and exhaled rapidly as the heat of the moment died down. Garrus looked up to see Markus intact within his hand and breathed a sigh of relief. “You okay little human?” Garrus asked, trying to calm himself down as well. Markus nodded wordlessly and laid down in his hand, still startled from it all. Garrus lifted him and held him close. “Tex, cuff the other guy and call in for additional units!” Garrus ordered. “I’ll handle this guy.” He began to pet at the human sweetly, trying his best to help. Garrus took off his gloves, hoping the more personal touch would help. Markus rather enjoyed this feeling of the turian trying to comfort him. For that, he felt greatly appreciative. This alien had just saved his life. He had to repay him somehow. Garrus smiled at the sight of the human sitting up. Hopefully he was doing better. “What’s your name human? Mine’s Garrus.” “It’s…Markus…with a k…” He replied, still a little dazed, but this was more in awe of the turian before him. “Did you catch those guys?” “Well Markus, I don’t exactly know what a k is, forgive my dependence on my translator. However, those men won’t be kidnapping anyone ever again.” “Good…where are we?” Markus asked, looking around the room. “You’re in the citadel Markus, in a warehouse. Can you tell me where you’re from?” Markus nodded and told about his home on Horizon, how it was destroyed. “And all of this for some aristocrat’s meal… well that’s just rich.” Garrus was disgusted by this. At least with the others it was willing. The whole practice of eating others disgusted him. He took some satisfaction in the fact that at least there was one less person like that in the galaxy. Garrus understood and told him that he would stay at a nearby hotel at c-sec’s expense, as would the other captured humans. Markus felt a deep sense of gratitude at this and tried to think of ways to show his thanks to Garrus. “Well please, at least let me treat you to dinner, I know this one pizza place from the last time I was on the citadel.” Markus insisted, desperate for something. Garrus was hesitant, however, he saw no harm in indulging the fellow. He nodded and lifted his hand to his face. “Alright then Markus, how about we get it delivered to my apartment? My girlfriend is out so she won’t mind me having company.” Garrus replied. Markus breathed a sigh of relief, happy to finally get his savior to agree with him. The decided on a time and what kind of pizza would arrive. Garrus carried the human to the hotel to rest and get cleaned up. As they strolled, Markus savored the alien hand around him, and how it held him close to Garrus. He petted at the turian’s abdomen as he indulged his company. This made him think about how he would be in the other side of the wall before him if he were still in company with the other turian. It wasn’t scary to him, at least with Garrus. And so, the seed was planted. Garrus dropped the human off on the walkway adjacent to the hotel. He bid him farewell and they separated until dinner. … Garrus waited at his apartment, watching vids on the vid screen, enjoying the time of quiet before he had guests. He had cleaned the place up earlier, making himself presentable for Markus when he arrived. His apartment was nothing special, only two rooms, a kitchen, a living room and one bathroom. However, Shepard loved it as it trumped hers easily, for obvious reasons. Of course, that left Garrus to handle all the chores. The bell rang and Garrus got up to greet the guest at the door. He was surprised to see the pizza guy arrive first. The volus handed him the pepperoni pizza, stating that Markus had already paid for it. This perplexed Garrus but he took it anyways. After tipping the alien, he went to the table and opened the box to reveal the delicious meal. There it was, a cheesey layer atop sauce and baked dough in a classic wood oven fire. The pepperoni was scattered across the top, asiago shreads decorated the crust and chunks of feta were strewn about. What was very surprising was the fact that Markus stood next to the pizza, springing up after being stuffed in the box for so long. This made Garrus jump. “Surprise!” Markus said awkwardly after seeing the turian’s shock, chuckling lightly. Garrus laughed a little too. “Well this is a little ironic considering what you just went through.” He said casually, happy to see that the human is relatively ok, or at least playful. “Well, I’m not going to hang myself up on the past.” “We rescued you this morning.” Garrus said in a snarky tone. “Anyways! I really enjoyed my time here on the Citadel, it’s a bit different than when I was last here.” “Yeah, new renovations after the reaper war you know.” Garrus remembered how he had to oversee a lot of those construction sites. Illegal activity was rampant at the time and he had to draw his gun more than once. “Well then, we better not let this get cold, shall we eat then?” They began dinner, grabbing the plates and setting the table. Garrus got a fork and knife to cut the pizza up for the human so that he could enjoy it too. As they ate, they both got to know each other a bit more. Markus talked about his job at the colony and how it was relatively dull, especially in comparison to Garrus’ carrer. Garrus spun a tale about one time when he assaulted a kingpin’s drug stash and how he ended up being covered head to toe in red sand and spent the rest of the day absolutely high as a kite. They both laughed and ate. This seemed like an enjoyable experience. Yet, all the while this was going on, Markus could not help but be distracted ny that thought from earlier. What was it like to be eaten? He found himself staring at Garrus’ mouth as he chewed, the food inside being turned to mush mercilessly by those vicious teeth. He made it a point to watch each time Garrus started a new slice, that was when he got the best view inside, when it was least obscured by the pizza because of the point at the end. Garrus would open his mouth wide, and insert the pizza. His saliva stretched from his palette to his tongue, those strings were broken by the pizza and it was then cleaved by his hardened lips. The cheese stuck to the insides of his mouth as he chewed, being churned about as he savored the flavor. The pepperoni was torn apart easily by the sharp teeth and quickly joined into the mush. When all was said and done (or in this case, chewed and done), Garrus would tip his head upwards and relax his throat, swallowing down the bite with a loud gulp that rang well in the human’s ears. “You know, this is a pretty delicious pizza Markus, where’d you get it again?” Garrus asked, hoping to order from this place more often. He particularly enjoyed the meat of the pepperoni. “Oh yeah, they do a really good job making this stuff. The place is in the Zakara ward, near the presidium. Here, I have the address written down.” Markus digitally sent the address to Garrus through his omnitool. Garrus’ hand buzzed in response to this. He checked and confirmed the location. “Thank you Markus. This has been a really nice night.” “I’m glad Garrus…” Markus trailed off, a little distracted. “Is something wrong?” Garrus asked, hoping the human wasn’t having some sort of episode due to trauma. “No I’m fine. I just wish I could do something more for you for saving me.” “Oh Markus come on, its my job to help you. Plus, those people eaters got what they deserved, they shouldn’t be on the streets after that, or most others for that matter.” “Well Garrus, I actually don’t have a problem with them trying to eat me, I’m only disturbed by the fact that they tried to do it against my will.” Markus replied, hoping not to offend the turian before him, as Garrus made it blatantly clear that he had no taste for the consumption of other sentient beings. “Really!? That…just seems odd to me.” Garrus replied, wondering how this human was so okay with the idea of being eaten like the pizza they just had. “Well, it’s not so absurd, after all, how often do you find people who are against the idea of being eaten that are human?” Garrus thought about it for a moment, there were those protests, but the protests for the opposite side were much more numerous than those against. Was it that more humans preferred to be eaten? “But still, isn’t their desires stemming from turian indoctrination?” Garrus argued as well, hoping to support his ideology. “True, but there are other aliens who want to become food as well. Plus, doesn’t your nationalism stem from turian imperialism?” Markus retorted. Garrus thought about this for a moment. It was true that there were some people that he was friends with that weren’t human that liked the idea of being swallowed alive. He then thought about the human’s second point. His pride did come from propaganda, however, it was not an untrue thing. He had the right to be proud of his race, regardless of where it came from. Did that mean that humans had the right to want to be eaten, even if it was caused by an unethical action? “I suppose you have a point Markus…” Garrus began to think hard about his stance now. “Have you ever eaten anyon Garrus?” arkus asked innocently, maybe if he tried someone, he might change his opinion. “No, I couldn’t bring myself to do it.” But now, this thought began to falter. Would he be able to stomach the idea of devouring another, sentient being? “Well then you’ve never known whether they actually enjoy it or not?” “It’s not about that, its about doing something wrong.” Garrus insisted. However, his argument was unsound. “Nearly two hundred years ago, people thought that being with someone of the same sex was wrong and they use the same argument as you do. Yet, people do it because they want it.” Markus paused for a moment before saying. “I want it…” This reveal wasn’t really a shock to Garrus, he could tell where this conversation was going when it started. “Right… I’m sorry if i offended you Markus.” Garrus apologized. He had no intention on infringing on anyone’s rights. That was the opposite to his job’s purpose after all. “Its okay Garrus, I should say the same.” They both sat there in an akward silence before Garrus decided to break it. “Do you have any long term plans then?” Garrus asked with a sigh.Markus’ head perked up at the suggestion of this question. “A-are you going to-” He was interrupted by Garrus. “Markus, as payment for saving your life, I’m going to ask if you’d let me eat you.” Garrus stated, a tone of annoyance in his voice. “Garrus, please, you don’t have to do that for me.” “I’m not.” Garrus replied. “I’m doing it for me. I need to at least try it after all. If I decide that I don’t like it, I’ll spit you back out before swallowing.”Markus smiled and approached the alien, happy as can be. “Well then, it would be rude of me to deny you Garrus.” Garrus smiled and reached for Markus, gently wrapping his talons around him in the same position as the other turian. However, this time, Markus felt happier about his situation this time. He was entirely willing to be eaten by Garrus instead. Garrus brought Markus’ body to his face, a little hesitant at what was about to happen. Markus gave him a nod of encouragement, hoping that Garrus would actually send him down to be turian food. Slowly, Garrus opened his mouth, giving the human his first clear view inside. It was very similar to the other turian’s, however, the light showed more detail than the dim ones of the warehouse earlier that morning. This time, he could see the rather yellow teeth of the turian, sharpened to hint at their carnivorous nature, despite their ability to eat most food items. Of course, the teeth weren’t necessary in this situation, as Garrus would be swallowing this human whole. The flesh was more blue than purple; it flexed about as the alien breathed onto the happy human. Everything was slick in appearance because of it being soaked in saliva. The breath smelled of old cheese, tomatoes, bread, garlic; pretty much, it smelled like an Italian resturaunt inside of Garrus. This was in no doubt that it was because of the pizza that had recently snaked down the turian’s throat, never to be seen again. Garrus placed the human onto the tongue, gently. He then closed his mouth before breathing again. As he did so, a flavor came upon him unlike any other before. It was a sence of power that mixed with the taste of the human. It made him feel amazing! They waited a moment before Garrus opened his mouth, letting the human tumble back to his hand. “Markus… That was amazing!” Garrus exclaimed “Does this mean I’m going all the way down now?” He asked, eagerly. Garrus gave a nod before nuzzling the human. “Thank you Markus, this really means a lot to me.” Garrus said, now very happy at his situation. “And thank you Garrus…I guess this is a goodbye of sorts…” Markus said, smiling. Garrus nodded again. “Goodbye Makrus, it was a pleasure to meet, and eat you.” With that, Garrus thrusted the human back into his mouth, savoring his flavor. Makrkus slid across the tongue, enjoying the feeling of the taste buds against his skin. Based on the passionate moans from his predator around him, Garrus thought the same. The blue around him was soothing as the tongue swirled all around the morsel of food, now cradled by the turian’s teeth. Garrus continued to moan and smile at the presence of such a new and tasty treat, now destined to become just another mouthful of meat. Garrus began to tip his head upwards, lightly using gravity to pull the human into the awaiting tunnel before him. Markus slid into the tube, squelching about as the blue alien flesh encapsulated his body. Outside, the bulge appeared on his neck, showing the mouthful of prey descending down into his body, never to be released again, The bulge traveled until it disappeared into his chest. … Markus squelched all the way down into his savior turned predator. The tunnel appeared long, hot, and of course, moist. The saliva around his body stuck to his skin as he was joyously descending to his home inside the turian’s stomach. Eventually, he entered the belly, feet first. He slid inside and landed in the partially digested mush with a splat. He took in his surroundings. The stomach was small, giving him little room to move. He could have spread his arms wide and touched both sides easily. In fact, he did so, feeling the mucuousy flesh that surrounded him and promised to digest his feeble body. He was up to his waist in the chewed pizza, the stringy cheese stuck to the walls after being partially melted. He sifted through the slop just to see if he could move. Markus couldn’t believe this. He was actually food now. This alien’s stomach would treat him as it treated the pizza around him, indiscriminately. He felt honored to be at the mercy of Garrus, giving his body to the turian to add to. Garrus sat, wordlessly. He had to digest what just happened. He ate the person he saved, and liked it. Indeed, he found that he liked eating people now. There was an air of dominance (for obvious reasons) as well as gratitude. He appreciated the human’s sweet treatment, both with dinner and himself. Then, Garrus began considering Markus as dinner, food to be digested away into slop. This reawakened Garrus’ appetite and he began to finish off the pizza, biting into slice after slice, swiftly consuming it with noisy gulps. Inside, Markus heard the loud, wet gulp, and was greeted to the sight of more of the pizza paste. It oozed in with a gluck and plopped into the rest of the chyme. Soon, more of it began to pour inside, filling Garrus’ stomach up to the human’s chest. Markus didn’t mind. Why should he? He was now food after all. He would happily abide whatever his predator desired. Soon, garrus stopped, his face covered in grease from the pizza. He wiped it off with a napkin and sighed in relief. Euphoria flew through his body (Or at least the turian equivalent) as his meal settled inside his belly. He rubbed at his abdomen lightly, so as not to disturb the food inside. Then, digestion began. The stomach growled loudly, pressing Markus on all sides as it began to churn his body and the rest of the food. The pizza mush bubbled lightly as the heat increased, making the stomach appear more steamy. In response to this steam, Garrus burped and sat back. The human spent a couple of hours digesting inside Garrus, slowly melting into mush just like the pizza. His form slumped on the belly wall, now tinted brown from the layer of chyme, yet still retaining its base blue color. Garrus leaned towards his stomach, a sort of bow of appreciation to the food inside him, slowly fading away. Markus gently pawed at the belly wall, spearing this sloppy body over it. Slowly, he faded into an unrecognizeable pile of the mush, slowly conforming to the rest of the food. “Goodbye…Markus.” Garrus muttered again. … Shepard came home later that night to find her lover sitting, asleep, content, and stuffed with the food. Rather than wake him, she climbed up his body until she rested on his stomach. She listened to the food inside digest and churn. She was in for a surprise when Garrus would tell her that it was more than pizza in there.

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Here we have another commission. This one was at the request of: http://www.furaffinity.net/user/jordilianvector/

He asked that Garrus would save an unwilling human from a hungry assailant, only to discover that the human wants Garrus to do the eating instead. Unfortunately, Garrus is actually not all for the whole vore thing. This one was a little tricky to do as I had to work around the human convincing Garrus to do the deed. Overall, I think I did an okay job at it. This story also allowed me to explore the social aspect of the act of eating another person, as well as hint at extra backstory. Hopefully, you guys are interested enough to make the hints tantalizing. Also, I hope that they are worthy of being considered tantalizing. This is also the first story I've written that contains the second best turian ever Garrus Vakarian. Of course, he fall second to me (Ego grows to the frickin moon). JK to everyone, especially to all the other turians reading this.

#mass effect #Turian #garrus #garrus vakarian #willing vore #macro/micro #m/m #foodplay #pizza #digestion #action

[commanderleifn7]

Chasing ghosts

Here, we have a commission from http://www.furaffinity.net/user/michaelgrey/ for a vore story featuring Saren the turian himself, stranded on an alien planet and eating a human. Its an interesting idea that I was a little uncertain of at first. However, I liked how it turned out and I hope you all do too! I had to put the mature filter on it because there is a little bit of violence and gore in it. Although, its not too detailed or even gratuitous. I also talk a little more about the world this is set in during the epilogue at the end, hopefully you find that interesting. Anyways, without further adoo, enjoy ladies and gentlemen.

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The ringing was one of the worst parts of today for Saren Arterius. He stumbled from the wreckage and coughed from the smoke. The burning from that was the second worst. If felt like he chugged a bottle of acid and then tried to drink water right after. Once the smoke began to clear from his sight, he turned around and looked from the hill he stood upon. Upon the field laid the wreckage of a krogan cruiser. Such a rare and magnificent beast was she. Saren took a moment to admire it. Blue flames seared from the exposed engine core, the orange blood of krogans could be seen scattered along the ground in some places. Saren averted his eyes, rathering to not look at the less than pretty picture. He then turned to see another ship, this one the size of a compact skycar. A really small one… human? Saren could barely make out the alliance logo on the side. There’s my scouting party, he thought. Pathetic little lifeforms, they’re probably the reason why this thing was such a debacle. He waited for a moment in peace that was disturbed by a thunderous roar. Saren looked to see the drive core in the distance, glowing a bright purple. With a dash, he scrambled away from it, adrenaline pumping through his veins, everything turning to a blur as he tried to escape as fast as he could. Where, where, where!? What could he do? Cover… there! Saren ran into a nearby cave, it was gaping wide for him to dive into. Suddenly, a pulse surrounded him as he stepped across the precipice, sending hum flying through into the cave. There was a flash of blue, a thunderous boom that echoed throughout the valley. And then, there was a rock, another splash of blue, this time a liquid, and then blackness. … Hanna looked around her pod, it was a lonely sight. The red light bathed everything in its slow, pulsing, and overpowering glow. She wondered whether or not it was safe to go outside yet. A sharp boom answered her, louder than any nebula storm she’s traversed in the past. The intertial dampeners surprisingly had little effect as she felt her pod tossed to the side by the explosion. She was shaken and a little bruised, but otherwise okay. But, she had to get out of there if she wanted to survive. The emergency beacon was damaged and needed to be repaired. She tapped on the monitor, confirming that the atmosphere was safe enough outside to exit the pod. After being satisfied with its answer, Hanna took a breath of apprehension before hitting the switch on the side of the door, firing the explosive bolts to let her out of her prison. The mouth of the cave was obscured by blue tinted smoke. Likely from the burning eezo, Hanna concluded. Fortunately, the eezo smoke didn’t flow into the cave. Its strange properties made the element reject closed spaces. However, that meant she was trapped until the smoke cleared, which would be a long time considering what was burning. The rest of the cave was relatively uninteresting, with one exception: the massive mound of silver nearby. Hanna pulled a flare out, white to better see the room, and tossed it close. There was blue smeared around the front, near her. It took her a minuet to realize that it was turian blood. Was this a… person? A moan of pain answered her as the turian slowly regained consciousness. She saw his sweaping appendage return to his face, wiping the blood from it to reveal the specter himself. She stepped back as he hefted himself onto the nearby rock. An avian screech sounded as he did so. Obviously, he was wounded with more than a head injury. She thought that she ought to speak up before he accidentally hurts either one of them. “Hey big guy, where’d you get hit?” She called up to him, trying to find his wound with a scanning gaze. Saren jumped at the voice and his hand reached to his side, groping at his hand cannon for comfort. He was about to draw when his reasoning had overridden his instinct. The voice was single harmoniced and there weren’t any female krogan on the ship. He looked at eye level, unable to see anyone. With a sigh, he realized that his fellow survivor was in fact a human, confirmed as he wearily looked down to confirm his suspicions. “My side… right,” Saren admits, lifting his hand up from the source of pain to see the blue blood dribbling from the spot. He moved his arm to apply omnigel when he felt something inside. Damn, he thought, I can’t use this until I remove that shrapnel. He groaned as he tried to peel off the burnt chunks of armor from his right arm. Eventually, he bore a naked talon, sharpened to cut, as he liked to wear them that way. “Woah, hang on buddy, what are you doing?” Hanna asked, apprehensive about what is going on. Was this the specter that the council had sent? Saren hesitated before he looked back at the human with a sneer. “I have shrapnel in the wound; I need to get it out.” Saren stared matter-of-factly, gritting through the pain. It took hold of his senses, making his vision hazy. The world vibrated around him as he tried to focus. He tasted metal, more than usual, as the blood loss corrupted his senses. Hanna could see none of this, only a shaky, sharp hand of an alien who really shoudnt be about to try self-combat surgery. Fortunately for Saren, Hanna was a field medic trained by intergalactic courses to assist in situations just like this one. “Stop it, you’re in no condition to do this buddy, I can help, but I need you to sit back.” Hanna commanded. She began to climb up towards Saren when he gave her a light smack with his hand, knocking her to the ground. “I wont trust you with my life a second time human. You’re likely the reason why we’re in this situation, as incapable your kind is.” Saren said with a pain filled spat. What is this turian’s problem? Hanna wondered. Obviously he was racist, that she could tell. But, he was the only other living thing here that she’s met and she’d rather not be the last. Saren, meanwhile, moved his hand towards the wound. He then dug his talon into the blue and purple hole with a squelch, blood squirting out as he did so. Everything hurt then, making him shout and scream in rage, pain, and even despair. Everything vibrated, he shivered, and moaned. Suddenly, as quickly as the pain arrived, it vanished. Saren actually felt bliss as it faded from his body. He twitched his mandibles, wondering if this is what death felt like. He had delt it many times before. This must be his repayment. He couldn’t move his limbs, the laid limp at his sides as his arm fell from his wound. He then saw the human step back into his view, holding a small syringe. “Sorry turian, but I have to do this. You’ll thank me later.” Hanna stated, tossing it to the side. It had contained a specific toxin for turians. It immobilized the limbs after being injected. The galactic council designed it so that human medics could have an easier time to treat alien patients. She moved to her pod to change into her sterilized clothes to preform emergency surgery. She then stepped out, much to the dismay of Saren, who was now powerless. His life wan now in the hands of a human. How the hell did this happen, he thought. “Mmhp. Mmph!” Saren grunted, trying to speak to her, however, he was unable to speak from the drug she had just given him. Hanna could detect rage in those grunts; however, she felt a little pride in herself after subduing another giant. She climbed up this body and looked at the wound. She could see inside, meat spilling over itself in a gooey, fleshy mess. She moved towards it, pushing as the slop to see a bit of metal behind some intestines. It was smooth and not jagged on the sharp end. This was good, any serrated edges would tear his insides to shreds. She pulled out her rebreather and goggles. She stood before the hole, oozing slowly now to the relaxed muscles. This would be an unpleasant experience for both of them. … Hanna threw the shard from the body, clanging against the rock as it falls onto the ground. She pulled her body from the wound, covered in the blue blood. She splattered over the alien’s lap as she fell from her patient. She panted from the heat she felt inside of him. But, her work was not done yet. She now had to close the wound. Saren’s vision faded, mostly out of rage at being violated by the human’s intrusion. He watched as she carted a case out. It was the size of a medigel pack that he himself had. This is because that’s what is actually was. She sprayed the cool drug onto his wound. It seeped into it and quickly coagulated into the hole, stopping the bleeding quickly. “Did you bring any dressing materials? I cand cover this with what I have in the pod.” Hanna asked, acting a little smug at the situation the two were in. Saren growled a little and gestured at the pocket on one of his legs meekly, slowly regaining the ability to move. Hanna nodded and pulled the bandage from the pocket, rolling it too his wound and applying it accordingly. She climbed down and admired her handy work. “There we go. Now, lets hope you don’t hold a grudge too badly, since I’n the only one who knows how to activate the beacon on the pod. I wouldn’t recommend trying to eat me out of spite or something like that. Can you tell me your name?” Hanna asked, hoping to relieve the tension in the room. “S-Saren.” Is all the turian managed to croak out. He grunted as the painkillers began to wear off too. Everything ached around him. And he felt… hungry. This wasn’t unexpected; Saren was a biotic after all. He needed to eat constantly. That human’s mentioning was particularly appetizing too. Damn her and her leverage. He moved his arm, trying to regain feeling again. “Wait, I’ve read about you, aren’t you the guy who lobbied against human equity rights?” Hanna asked, a little flustered by what she just heard. Of all the people to be stuck in a cave with. “Yes…rather awkward of a situation, wouldn’t you say?” Saren stated, reaching to pull a ration bar from his pocket, he munched on it, enjoying the rather poor flavor. He could already feel better at its consumption. The human recognized this packet as biotic emergency rations. This was a situation going downhill fast. “Yeah… I’ll say…” She then moved to the pod to clean herself off, turian blood probably soaked into her bones, she thought. When all was said and done, she returned to Saren’s side. At least they could try to pass the time. “I’m sorry I had to do that Saren, earlier with the tranquilizer.” Hanna opened, hopefully he’ll accept her apology. “It was a violation human, and I do not appreciate it.” Saren grumbled, wanting to just shut her up. “It was saving your ass, and me doing my job.” Hanna retorted, moving to work on the beacon, adjusting wires and fiddling with the battery. “…It wasn’t a bad job, I’ll admit.” Saren capitulated. Hanna snorted a little with a laugh; it seemed that the most wounded thing about this turian was his pride. She connected another wire and cut some of the surplus, rerouting power to the beacon which sent out an emergency signal to council ships. Hopefully it would be a non-human one, considering her company. He wouldn’t fit in the cargo hold. “So, if you don’t mind me asking… why did you speak out against the bill?” Hanna asked. She was genuinely curious. It was fought by a lot of turians, unhappy that their favorite snack was being taken away, but this turian was different. Hanna knew, she interacted with those kind of people before. Saren took a moment to respond, hoping to at least be tactful. Hanna noticed that and appreciated it. This was another difference with Saren. He was respectful to her, if a bit disgusted by her. “I…believed that your kind is growing to fast.” Saren looked at Hanna shrugging a bit. “In the galactic community that is. Your height is just to my liking.” He laughed at his little joke. Was he actually enjoying his time with her? “Really? Because considering you guys ate most of my people, I’d beg to differ.” Hanna said, not with anger, but snark. She didn’t appear to hold any grudges against turians. “Ah, that is true, but it has no basis as to your rise to power. Your politicians used that to develop pity for your kind and get you a seat on the council centuries before you should have. It causes disorder among the others, which isn’t worth the trouble for something as insignificant as-” “Food?” Hanna interrupted. Her arms were crossed and she almost looked hurt. Maybe that pity was founded, Saren thought. He waited for a moment. This was the most deadly mine field he’d ever traversed, and he’d gone over a few. “I’m… sorry… can we change the subject?” He requested. He felt uncomfortable by all this. “To preserve your fragile confidence? Fine.” Hanna said, trying to think of other things to talk about. Saren helped by thinking of something else. “How long have you been in the military then human?” Saren asked, finishing his bar and now drinking his energy juice. It tasted of pickle brine and was high in electrolytes, reenergizing him quickly, but he knew it wouldn’t last. “Oh since 2154, I lived on the ships for a while, raising my family.” “You have a mate and child?” Saren asked. “Yeah, my husband and daughter. Of course, we were grounded after the end of the first contact war. Grisham was eaten a few months later…” “Oh… I’m sorry that happened to you.” Saren actually felt legitimate guilt. He knew that things were tough for humans, hell, he ate quite a few himself. “It’s okay Saren, he wanted it to happen. He sold himself into that to provide for us, and I’m ever thankful.” Hanna remembered fondly of her husband. He was always charming and clever. He was so sweet too. Hanna hoped that the turian who ate him thought the same as well. “Still… it didn’t have to be that way.” Saren finished his drink. The silver turian appeared saddened by the loss of his rations and threw it onto the ground deeper into the cave. He then tried his hardest to stand only to be shut back down by a sharp bit of pain. “Agh!” Saren grunted, gently sitting back down and letting his body throb for a moment. “Oh, careful there, you aren’t ready to be moving. You have to take time to heal!” Hanna exclaimed, rushing to see if any of his wounds were reopened. Fortunately, she didn’t see any more blue blood and relaxed, crawling back from his lap onto the ground, leaning against his side as a cushion of sorts. Saren noticed this and raised a brow, about to complain. However, he chose not to and instead the both decided to rest and end the day. Hopefully, they’d be picked up soon. Saren was already feeling hungry again. … Another day had passed in the cave. Saren and Hanna were dying of boredom quicker than starvation. Fortunately for Hanna, she had plenty of emergency rations on the pod. Unfortunately for Saren, whenever she cooked something the smell of savory food would just drive him mad. He would even dribble over himself as he watched her eat. It was an undignified thing and he hated himself for it, but didn’t care. He was starving. Hanna would make him a plate anyways, but there was nowhere near enough food to give him more than a few calories. The day went on and Saren appreciated her efforts regardless. It was strange, she had nothing to gain by helping him. And even stranger was that he never wanted to betray her at any opportunity. He could have easily. After all, she already activated the beacon. He had no readon not to. Yet, he stayed his jaws. Instead, he drank the moisture dripping from stalactites nearby, supplementing the both of them. It was something, if not a little underwhelming. He felt sick to his stomach and his judgement was hindered. Suddenly, he felt the blood from his wound begin to drip from his forhead, where he smashed into a rock from the explosion. Hanna concluded that it was the malnutrition hindering clotting. Still, he had no way to help it, only using his medigel to temporarily clot the wounds. Late that night, Saren felt himself depleting rapidly. He couldn’t move very fast, yet he could stand. He panted with each step, but was encouraged by Hanna with each movement. After that, they sat for dinner. Hanna tried to cover the smell to keep Saren from getting psyched out. It didn’t help however, his enhanced senses could detect food, and he was desperately hungry. “Hanna…I’m not so certain that this is going to work,” Saren groaned. He clutched at his wound and winced, another throbbing session. Hanna moved to his side again. The lack of protein was getting to him it seemed. She looked about but realized nothing else could help. She had to make the call. “Saren…What about me?” Hanna suggested, a little apprehensive. Saren blinked, surprised and a little hurt. He could tell what she meant by that. “Hanna, I’m not about to eat the first human that I actually start to like.” Saren said, trying to kill the idea in its entirety. But, Hanna was persistent. “Saren I’m serious. You’re not going to last long without something.” “There’s no sense in it. You’re the only one not injured, and you have more supplies.” “There’s no debating this Saren, you have more standing in the political systems. You’re a specter. I’m just a grunt.” “Hanna please, don’t sell yourself so short, you’ve saved my life once already.” “And I’m about to save it again. Now shut up and…eat.” Hanna sounded a little scared with this statement. But, she was certain that this was the preferred outcome. She climbed up on his lap again, this time trying to look as appetizing as possible to the turian before her. Saren sighed at the sight before him, knowing that Hanna would be tenacious in this pursuit. That much was obvious as even though they had only spent a day together. He then reached down and slowly picked her up in his talons. Hanna gasped as he lifted her, the motion jarring her body. “Are you sure that you want to do this? I can’t get you back out if I do eat you,” Saren warned, still uncertain that this was the best course of action. However, he knew just how nutritious humans were, especially since he will swallow her whole. He could last another two days if he did. Hanna nodded in response, ready for what was next. Saren helped her out of her clothes, stripping the human of any digestively disruptive. No point in eating someone that would only make things worse inside. Hanna felt exposed, but wasn’t’ showing it; medic’s ability to be comfortable with her body and all that. Saren licked at his lips, actually eager to finally have a decent meal. “Thank you Hanna,” he stated before slowly extending his tongue across her body, covering her in a layer of saliva. She could smell the dried spit within his maw, filling her senses and absorbing her attention. It wasn’t a bad smell. Well, it was appaling, however, Hanna found herself enjoying the feeling overall. Everything suddenly felt great. Saren opened his maw wide, breathing out from his lungs towards his prey as her sight was enveloped with his insides. The purpleish flesh squelched in excitement and another breath flowed over her. Saren was beathing in pleasure at the flavor of meat finally touching his tongue again. He closed the maw, savoring Hanna’s savory taste, better than any varren steak he’s ever eaten. Saliva began to build up around her, sticking to her body due to its more viscous nature. It almost made it difficult to move. Not that she minded, it was pleasureable to let Saren take over everything about her fate. It was inevitable now, he couldn’t resist devouring this human even if either of them wanted to. However, Saren’s gut called out for his newly captured prey. He moved her back to the rear of his mouth. Her feet dangled over the edge of the throat. Her hot, humid environment began to tip upwards, pushing her towards into the throat. Her body slid gently into the tunnel, enveloping her in the colored flesh softly. Saren was being gentle with this, human, unlike his past meals that he wolfed down without much care. Hanna slid down the tunnel, squelching with each peristaltic pulse around her, easing Hanna towards her new home. Her feet peaked through the sphincter, soon followed by the rest of her body. The stomach smelled sour, likely from not having the normal amount of food. The stomach walls were caked with a thicker layer of mucous, protecting the stomach from the unused gastric juices. Hanna realized that this was her purpose here: to fix everything by being nothing but food for this alien. She moaned in pleasure at the thought, happy as her body became caked in the slop. She sliped about in the gently pulsing chamber. “Hanna, you okay in there?” Saren asked his gut, hoping to comfort his new meal. This wasn’t necessary. “This is heavenly Saren! If you weren’t in danger, I’d have gone in here anyways.” Hanna replied blissfully. Saren chuckled at this. “Well it seems that you just like being inside of me, this is the second time since we met yesterday!” “Oh, it was nowhere near as nice as this. I the stress of saving your life on my shoulders.” She wiped a gunky chunk of mucous off her shoulder. “Now, I only have this stuff on me.” “Well its good we’re both enjoying this it seems.” Saren murred at the feeling of weight in his stomach, squirming inside the flesh. They both indulged in the pleasure of this situation for a while. Soon, the stomach began to pick up in activity, pressing against Hanna to make her digest smoother. Her body began to lose its integrity, becoming easier to break down into a gooey ,mush. Bits of her caked the walls of Saren’s stomach. Oustide, Saren sat in the silence, only filled by the faint growls and glorps of his stomach digesting his friend. He wanted to give her something better than what she had. “Hanna… if I get out of this, which I am certain of now that I’ve eaten you… I will honor you at the Citadel in any way I can. What’s your last name so that I can find out more about you?” Saren said, patting his stomach, hoping she wasn’t too far gone yet. Hanna was shaken by it, drawing her attention to her predator around her. She replied in a whispy voice, lethargic at the feeling of slowly being broken down. Much of her body was now a chunky paste swimming around the stomach. “Its Shepard, Saren, my name is Hanna Shepard…” her vision began to fade, she couldn’t move anymore, her spine was turned into the paste. “Thank you Shepard, I hope you enjoy being a part of me.” Saren petted his gut, affectionate to Hanna inside him. “I do Saren…” With that, Hanna fell into the goo, finally liquefying into nutrients, perfect for the turian to absorb and become stronger based on her body. This was signaled by a loud growl, signallying Hanna finishing digestion. With a smile, Saren stood, feeling better already. … Saren was picked up the next day. He began vocally supporting justified human efforts and even wrote a book about it in the future. He attributes his ability to work with the humans to prevent the reaper invasion to this one moment. For that, the Galaxy thanked Hanna Shepard, mother of Taliah Shepard, the hero of the citadel.

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Extracurriculars

Garrison heard a loud buzzing next to his bed. It was familiar, supportive…and agitating. With a thrust of his arm, he biotically threw the buzzing device across the room which clattered against the wall of his apartment and skidded along the floor. The time on the clock said it was seven o’ seven, which was inverted, still buzzing and stating L0:L on its screen. “Ugh, its mocking me,” Gary groaned as he lifted his head from his pillow and activated his omnitool, signaling the coffee maker to begin its daily grind. Gary laughed at the pun he thought of as he got dressed for class that day. He was a senior in Citadel University, majoring in xenobiology, graduating at the top of his class and scoring high marks in the Intergalactic Baccalaureate program. All of that skill, and Gary planned on throwing it into someone’s gut soon. That’s why he took this program; he never expected to finish it completely, only to indulge in his fantasies in depth. He threw his jacket on, adorned with the archangel logo on the sleeve, a legendary soldier on omega that he supported. He stepped out to be blinded by the familiar light of the citadel and the cool temperature as he stepped onto his conveyor to the human trolley, helping him traverse the massive distance to his next clas in only a few minuets. … Macha Zarill was a salarian teacher of only one of the many xenobiology classes in this massive university. He was looking over essays recently given over the salarian digestive system and there was one that baffled him. A human had sent him a seventy two page elaboration whose level surpassed that of his class. This was PhD level work and could even serve as his dissertation. Should he choose to go onto that level. Zarill wondered why this student would go out of his way this far to do something that could serve him so much better in the long run. He scratched his head and shrugged, moving to put his lunch in the fridge. Students began to file into the large classroom as the day reached its midpoint. Lunch break would be after this and Professor Zarill salivated at this thought. He packed his favorite, chorall noodles. He noticed a small trolley among the swarm that carried his human in question. With a few flicks at keys he signaled the human to meet him after class so they could discuss this paper and its potential as his professional publication. Of course, Zarill noticed the passion placed into this kind of thing many times before. He knew the real reason why the human put that focus on it but only wanted to confirm his suspicions. “Alright gang, today we are going to discuss Palaven ecology, I know this will be remedial for our turian peers, but it is one of our option topics and so you guys can go ahead and take the day if you feel confident enough on your outside knowledge.” Zarill began, watching some turians step out and even a couple of humans. Apparently, Palaven has a few more human students than he expected. He didn’t need to be a sociology teacher to figure that one out. ... Gary’s arm buzzed. He checked his messages as descreetly as possible only to see it’s from the alien he was watching for the past ten minutes. He shrugged and decided to abide the request. He took the notes, but minimally, he already covered this thoroughly in his internal assessment in his IB course. The only reason he didn’t take his teacher’s offer to take the day off was because he found himself fascinated by the movements of that alien body. He thought about how the food he had for breakfast sloshed about inside the salarian digestive tract. Soon, lunch would join it and then dinner. He continued this train of thought for a long time until he heard the always uplifting phrase: “Class dismissed.” … They waited for a few minutes for the room to clear out. It didn’t take long, as many people were eager to get on with lunch. Gary could see that in their eyes, and even their hands; humans who volunteered to contribute to that effort. He rode the trolley to the desk and stepped off onto the wooden surface. “You wanted to see me Professor Zarill?” Gary asked, having no idea what this pertained to. “Yes Garrison, thank you for coming. I wanted to ask you about this paper, you are aware that the essay was only supposed to be fifteen pages correct?” “Well, yes sir, but I suppose that I got into it.” “Interesting. Care to elaborate on your fascination with salarian digestive systems?” Gary blushed and chuckled. “I, um, guess I’ve just been one of those people who…you know…” Zarill smiled and sat down onto his chair near Gary. “I understand Gary, and having the aptitude that you do would be considered wasted on people who want to be eaten. Is that why you aren’t chyme inside someone yet?” Gary chuckled at that and nodded. “Yes sir, it would be rather embarrassing I suppose.” “And what would that matter to someone who is being digested away?” Zarill retorted. Gary took a moment to think about this. He was an adult; he could make the decision to give himself onto someone else if he wished. “I suppose it wouldn’t sir.” Gary responded after a moment. “Have you ever tried to get that to happen Gary?” “Well, I had a boyfriend a few months back who wanted to eat me, you remember Norrix, that turian from the bioball team?” “Oh yes, charming fellow, it’s a shame it didn’t work out between you two.” “It wasn’t that sir…I was the last guy he dated.” Gary revealed, almost ashamed. Zarill laughed and replied: “Oh now Gary you can’t blame yourself for that one! Some people need to find themselves.” “…I guess…” “Well then, I suppose we should talk about getting this morsel’s paper published then,” Zarill stated while looking at the document scrolling on the datapad, trying to relieve the tension in the room. “Wait sir, you mean that?” “Of course, I would like to take it to the school’s publication committee and get this document out there. It’s well written, comprehensive, and elaborates on previously undefinable concepts.” “Why wouldn’t we wait until I can submit it for my dissertation though sir?” Gary asked, a little bit of concern growing in his voice. “Do you think that you will be able to resist diving down somebody’s throat for another four years Gary, especially now, since I’ve…incepted this idea into your mind?” Zarill asked with a smirk. He was working his way up to asking the question, and Gary knew it, but decided to play along. “Hehe, no sir, I don’t think so.” Gary watched as Zarill tapped a few buttons on the screen and a form appeared. “Well then just sign this consent form and we can send it in today.” Gary happily did so from his omnitool, a large version of his signature appearing on the holographic device before him. “Ah, now that’s taken care of, I was wondering if a… tasty looking human like yourself could help me with lunch.” Zarill petted his stomach suggestively, revealing his true want for Gary’s body as food. “Oh, um…” Gary blushed, he wasn’t expecting to be eaten today, but now, he can’t pry his mind from the thought. “I’m just making the option open to you little guy, don’t worry. Besides, not many people want to be eaten by a salarian.” Zarill remarked, a little disappointment in his voice, but Gary reassured him. “Oh no sir, I’d definitely want to be your food…it’s just I’m a little nervous.” “Its ok Gary, I understand. It’s a big commitment, but let me ask you, what is stopping you now?” Gary thought for a moment at these words. It wasn’t his education, he planned on getting eaten some day and now he was going to be published. His family understood. Here was this sexy alien teacher offering to make him into food and he had no reason to refuse. “You’re right…” Gary said in an almost wondrous epiphany. “I think I wanna do it now sir!” “Excellent! It’s a good thing too because as you can see…” Zarill leaned down and pulled his lunch from the fridge, setting the container to heat it up for him. “I brought chorall noodles and forgot to put meat inside it. As you said in your paper, you’d make an excellent protein supplement. And please, call me Mach.” Its true, Gary thought, my paper discussed the viability of alien proteins in supplementing other organisms thoroughly. He looked over the rim of the bowl to see the yellow noodles loose icy tension in them. Mach dipped his fork down into the meal, pulling them out to reveal their unique nature. The noodles were cooked with a kind of stringy, salarian cheese which spread through each noodle as they dangled from the fork. It looked like a savory, sour, spider web extending everywhere. When the container dinged done, Mach stirred the noodles about and lifted one forkful to his mouth, slurping up any not trapped inside the fleshy cave. He noisily gulped them whole, as was culturaly common for salarians to do, as they state it feels good in their stomachs. All the while, Gary stared into the maw that was held wide open. The flesh inside was green, like the blood of the amphibious humanoid alien. It contrasted greatly with the yellow food to the point where it was almost glowing inside him. Another slurp sounded as Mach’s maw was filled. He spushed the food into his cheek and gestured to the lunch. “Are you going to hop in?” he asked with a mouthful of noodles, his stomach growling in support. Gary eagerly nodded and took off his clothes, casting them aside and clamoring over the edge of the bowl. He wore a type of underwear that could be digested easily by others. It was very common to do so. He splattered into the mess, sinking up to his chest as he sat on the pile of edible strings. Mach swallowed the mouthful and then used his utensil to press the human gently into the slop of cheese, completely covering him in the stringy stuff. He then began to twirl the fork, wrapping Gary to the prongs in the chorall so that his feet pointed towards the front. He looked forward to the face of his soon to be predator. “You sure you want to do this Gary, you know we salarians can’t regurgitate better than most.” Mach warned, implying that there was no turning back after this moment. “I’m sure Mach, go ahead.” Gary said, feeling actually content at his situation. He was glad that he was getting eaten and nothing could change that. No reason he could think of could be an excuse to not become food. Mach nodded and said, “Then let’s get you acquainted with personal experience with your subject matter.” He opened his mouth wide and shoved the human in, closing his maw around him and pulling the fork out clean. Inside, Gary’s head pressed against the teeth as the fork smoothly slid from beneath him. He slid onto the tongue and remained still for a moment to ingest his environment. The mouth was small, so his body had to curl up to fit, even then pressing on the surfaces around him. The teeth were well kept and the tongue was slimy, more so than other aliens due to the salarian’s amphibious heritage. The breath smelled distinctly fishy as well as cheesy. Apparently, Mach enjoyed fish greatly. There was no uvula, and so he could not come back when swallowed. He slid about the tongue as it moved, tasting his flesh and moaning at the texture of the taste buds. After a few minutes of this, a sigh of pleasure flooded Gary with heat before the tongue tipped up and the human slid down into the neck with a gush of noodles. … The throat was thin, pressing on Gary enough to make him gasp for breath as it was forced out of his lungs. Soon though, relief was found as he slid through a ring of muscle, the salarian cardiac valve, and into the green, humid, and slimy stomach. The noodles had decorated the chamber with strings of cheese spreading from wall to wall, almost as if a spider went crazy inside the gut. Gary broke a few as he slid into the stomach, relaxing inside as the other noodles that were swallowed with him poured inside the gut. The chamber was brightly colored in comparison to the dull classroom, making him squint for a moment as his eyes adjusted. There was a pause around him before another torrent of noodles spilled in, remaking more strings inside. Gary forced his way to the top and felt the sway of churning. At first, he wanted to take advantage of this moment to examine his new home scientifically. However, he realized that if he made any findings, it would be for naught as they would go nowhere outside of the salarian around him. He happily moaned at the thought; it allowed him to relax and enjoy his new digestive dorm. It was certainly better than the apartment he had. … Mach swayed his hips as he walked to the publication office, making sure that his snack inside enjoyed the ride along the way. He handed the datapad with everything on it, as well as the forms, filled out by himself on proxy for Gary. When asked where Gary was while he was there, Mach merely patted his belly and they nodded. … Inside, Gary heard everything and was happy. He was now food, yet making his mark on the world. He could feel his body begin to melt, softening to the peptic enzymes inside the slop around him. He had to admit, he was faring better than the noodles. Many were now slop, an hour after being eaten, only some decorating the surface of the goop that once was an appetizing meal. This continued for a little while longer, making him begin to slop off in chunks of gooey flesh. The experience was a blissful one, as he predicted, the enzymes triggered his neurons in his muscles to release euphoria, making digestion literally the most pleasurable feeling in the galaxy. He continued to turn to mush, decorating the walls with his flesh as the stomach churned onto him. He soon fell asleep, overloaded with bliss as the stomach began to liquefy the rest of his body. … Mach heard a loud rumble from his gut, and suddenly, the slow, pleasing movements he felt deep inside him stopped. He patted his stomach, knowing that Gary finally was finished with the melting process inside him. Just in time too, because by the time he was done preparing dinner, he would be hungry again. Mach loved it when he ate his students, as few times as he gets too. Young, strong minds always felt the best inside of him.

#willing vore #Alien #mass effect #digestion #Vore #soft vore #foodplay #m/m #teacher #college #proffessor

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Welp its time for a flood

Gonna try to keep this blog updated more often now. This means I’m basically going to flood my blog with everything from FA 

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Chocolate Dessert

The ramen shop bustled with the lunchtime rush, people in large groups gathered at tables, slurping up noodles, conversing with one another, simply enjoying their day. It all served as a vague backdrop to Ethan, who sat at the micro-bar, amongst other furs and humans, apathetic to them all, and instead focusing on his own food.. Ethan was a chocolate cat, feline in shape and delicious in taste. He wore a simple white shirt, and some fairly short shorts, all accentuating his more effeminate figure. As he slurped the noodles, a bit of steaming hot broth splashed onto his hand, and he grumbled, feeling the familiar effects of heat wear down on his body, melting the small patch. He touched at it, like one would with a small cut, accidentally spreading melted chocolate on his fingers. Being made of the substance lead to many difficulties in life. He would have to wait for the bowl to cool before he could eat it. With his attention idle, he glanced around the room, feeling a little bored. That’s when he saw her. With plates colored in deep purple and her markings almost serving as their own personal bright blue light show, Ester stood out from the normal crowd. Her legs were crossed, showing the rounded thighs beneath her skirt, the alien woman not ashamed. She wore a loose, turian style tank top on her torso, showing off the fact that those ornate markings didn’t simply stop at her face, but implicitly covered every inch of her. Ethan couldn’t help but stare. He knew she came here often, maybe it was one of her favorite lunch places. He reflected back to the time when he first saw the woman. She had walked up to the micro-bar, and chatted up some human fellow. It was odd to see for certain, but she held her conversation there, in full view of all the other patrons, including Ethan. The whole thing culminated in her opening her mouth at the edge of the platform and having the human crawl inside of her mouth, the little fellow convinced to become another bite to join Ester’s lunch that day. He could still remember it so vividly, the little human clamoring atop the tongue, his form comparatively dark to the bright blue glowing flesh inside her maw. Watching him slide around in there for a moment before that maw closed, seeing her let out a wet swallow, it was all enhanced when she winked at Ethan himself! Afterwards he watched her stroll back to her table, her hips swaying alluringly with each step before she planted herself back into the chair and carried on with slurping up noodles as if nothing had ever happened. Something clicked in him that he was reluctant to confront that day. It was only a few minutes later that he saw Ester’s own eyes go towards the crowd as well, when he hurriedly ducked back to his food, a gesture that seemed fairly suspicious. Such an action caught the eye of a particularly curious turian. Ester’s eyes peered over the menu as she saw a particularly interesting individual. She had seen Ethan here before, even hacked into his omnitool to get a read on him. She was a person watcher like that; she frequently invaded privacy to continue her studies. But the fact that the cat was made out of chocolate intrigued her the most. She could use some dessert, and the thought made a devilish grin appear on her mandibles. A few minutes later, after Ethan had consumed most of his meal, his omnitool buzzed and a message appeared on the screen. He cocked a brow and was curious. It read: “instead of staring, how about you come over and join me for lunch?” A chill went down his spine and he became red hot in embarrassment as he turned to look at Ester. His eyes met hers, and she gave him a playful wink as they both confirmed each other’s suspicions. Ethan sighed and decided to bite the socially awkward bullet. He waved over to a waiter, a salarian fellow, and asked him to carry him over to Ester’s table. Her grin remained as she sat back in her chair, retaining a casual pose as the waiter graciously set the chocolate cat atop the table. Ethan quickly got his bearings, as he was set between a small plate with sushi to his left, and a massive towering bowl of hot ramen to his right . The sushi plate seemed half full, and Ethan’s mind seemed to yell at him, warning about where the food obviously went. “Well hi there.” She said with a small chuckle. She really was trying to seem pleasant to Ethan if her tone of voice was anything to go by. “I noticed you look at me on occasion while we’re both here. I figured you might wanna come talk one of these days… sorry to sort of make it today but I was tired of waiting.” Ethan seemed to blush again, squirming in place between Ester’s food. She casually scooped up a bundle of noodles to her mouth as she spoke, being deliberately taunting with parting her jaws wide before the cat and slurping them up loudly. “Yeah uh… sorry abou-” “Oh kitty don’t even worry about it.” Ester interrupted, swallowing that mouthful of food. Waved her hand, as if to dismiss Ethan’s concerns. “Name’s Ester, and I take it as a compliment when someone stares. I do it myself on occasion.” “Er…” Ethan mumbled. Ester seemed to lean in, sipping at her drink’s straw and winking at Ethan. “Oh should I apologize? Does the idea of that make you uncomfortable.” There was a sense of generosity in the taunting tone. She then decided to ease off on him, instead leaning back in her seat and gesturing to her sushi. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Ethan. You can have some of my sushi if you’d like? I know cats do enjoy seafood… wait is that racist?” The timing of what she said caused Ethan to chuckle, allowing him to relax a little. He shook his head, nodding to the sushi. “Well this cat particularly likes sushi. I’d love some of that yellowtail if you don’t mind?” “Not at all.” She hummed. Ester used a talon to slice off a small fillet from the fillet of fish, and plucked a grain of rice for Ethan, ushering him onto her plate. It was like the size of a footlong sandwich for him, and Ethan bit into it happily, thanking Ester for treating him with some extra food. “So tell me about yourself little guy… starting with why you smell so sweet.” Ethan seemed to seize up at this remark, his eyes widening at Ester who quickly put up her hands, shaking her head. “Don’t worry little guy, I’m not going to eat you if you’re not asking for it. We turians are just good at… smelling?” Ester seemed to fumble over herself at that moment, but gave him a reassuring smile. Ethan sighed and chuckled again, adjusting himself. “Well I can’t blame you too much if you wanted to. I’m made of chocolate. You can assume all the hassles that can lead to, especially involving preds.” “Oh I bet.” Ester leaned on the table, with her chin resting in her hand, letting out a soft coo with her subharmonics. “I hope I didn’t come across like one of them. I meant what I said earlier about only eating you if you were willing for it.” “Heh, so I take it that you do?” Ethan sat back, taking another bite of that slice of raw fish and rice, he still seemed nervous, but more curious now. Ester smiled, chuckling to herself. It was almost as if some kind of facade melted off her face. Her gaze shifted into a glare, one a lion might give to its meal, but with a more kind smile to go along with it. “I’ve had some musings. One of the reasons why I asked you to come over is to figure out if I wanted to see if you would make a good friend, or an even better snack.” She licked at her mandible. She continued to eat, picking up the rest of that yellowtail nigiri that Ethan was seated next to and plopping it into her mouth. “Annnnd which exactly are you shooting for now?” Ethan asked, shivering as he watched Ester swallow, sending that chewed mess down into her stomach. “You tell me, my cute little truffle.” Ester smiled, resuming with the rest of her lunch, ignoring Ethan’s comment about how he wouldn’t technically fit the description of a chocolate truffle. She brought her bowl to her lips, sipping at the hot broth and sending it gushing down her pulsing throat. With most of the fluid drained down her pulsing, glowing throat, she set the bowl down with a satisfied sigh. “I’ll tell you what, if I don’t end up convincing you to melt down in my stomach today, we could go get your nails and my talons done and be friends instead. Though I have to say, I’m much better at making people food than I am at making them my friends.” “Food is temporary, friends are forever.” Ethan said, as if to catch Ester in some sort of trap. The alien giant simply chuckled and shook her head, shooting down his point entirely. “Friends can come and go little guy. The food you eat becomes part of you, and wouldn’t you want to be part of all of this turian?” She placed her hand on her crest, as if in a haughty gesture, chuckling some more. “And besides, friends end up as snacks for me anyways, so what does that do for your point?” There was a shared laugh between the giant and the tiny being, both of them seeming to relax a little now. Ester rested her chin on her hands again, having let out a soft sigh. “You know what’s interesting? You haven’t turned me away yet.So that tells me you’re at least interested right? How about you let me do a few things to convince you?” Ethan let out a huff and rolled his eyes, his arms crossed. He turned away from Ester, almost playing hard to get with her. Still though, the little frown on his face demonstrated some apprehension. “... fine. You can try.” Ester’s mandibles fluttered with joy. She leaned inwards, her face very close to the cat. Her jaws parted wide. She showed off the maw in its full glory. The tongue gently pulsed as it adjusted to the open air, the gaping throat flexed, each pulse of muscles urging forward, deeper into her digestive tract. “Ahhhh, you’d make a good little friend Ethan, but judging by how things are going, you’ll end up in me eventually. Seems a waste to eat up someone just after a manicure.” Ethan blushed at the sight, squirming in place as the forked tongue reached out, gently stroking at his cheek with one of it’s prongs. Ester’s breath was intense, it’s heat empowered by the hot ramen she had devoured, the odors smelling thick of fish, something that pulled him even closer to her stomach. She reached out to pick up Ethan, sitting back up and letting him relax on her palm, looking at the ever flexing flesh within. “How about you climb inside kitty cat? Can you at least give me a taste in case I don’t end up gulping you down?” His blush grew more intense and the cat decided to comply. He crawled from the tip palm, his hands sinking into the soft flesh of Ester’s maw as he eased himself in. Ester didn’t want to rush things, even though the soft, chocolate flavors that Ethan gave off tasted wonderful after such a filling lunch. She let him settle down inside, soon the tongue retracting with a wet squelch, and the jaws coming together. Ethan laid there, in between the soft and powerful tongue, and the rough rigid palette. He was inside a mouth! He panted, almost excited but still a little nervous. It was then that he noticed the heat in there. He moaned, squirming as he could feel himself begin to melt down atop Ester’s tongue, his chocolate body not holding up to the heat in there. It was slow of course, he would have had to sit for a very long time in here to get melted. The tongue shifted, spreading his chocolate flavor over it. Ethan gasped, rolling and squelching along among globs of alien spit. He lost himself in the flurry of the tongue’s movements, disoriented by its constant flexing and the sound of wet flesh. This went on for a few moments before he finally found some pause, and Ester began to speak around him. “So Ethan. Shall you treat a girl to dessert?” Ethan would pant, his body tired from his ordeal, yet inside he was yearning for more, he wanted it to happen, despite his nervousness. He looked around the maw, seeing streaks of gooey melted chocolate floating about in the spittle, a stark contrast to the bright glowing environment of the maw itself. It urged him to stay. So he swallowed, and nodded softly, speaking even softer. “I want you to eat me.” The tongue shook as Ester spoke once more. “What was that? I couldn’t hear you over the sound of you sliding around in there.” “I want you to eat me- oh crap!” The tongue surged again, almost giddy at Ethan’s response. Ester chuckled nodding and showing appreciation to Ethan. “Mmhhh and what a fine dessert you’ve given me Ethan! Don’t worry truffle, you’ll love every second of this.” The tongue surged backwards, and Ethan realized he was being swallowed, he watched as the flesh pulsed around him, ushering his body with ease down the neck of the turian, sliding towards her stomach. Ester let out a long sigh, satisfied with her conquest of yet another prey. She let out her own purr, reaching down to stroke at her belly as Ethan entered inside. Ester chuckled, standing up from her seat and paying her bill for lunch. “Later nerd.~” .... Deep within the turian, Ethan splattered atop a pile of loose noodles, chewed vegetables, fish and rice. It was safe to say her stomach was a messy place. Ethan had every little detail of it lit up by the glowing organ around him, the fact that he would watch his own digestion was not lost on him. Ethan simply laid there, looking around the hot and steamy stomach. Idly, his tail flicked about, soaked and caked in the slimy mush that surrounded him. His legs became entangled in noodles that floated around within the mess. He was lucky he was so small. If he were larger, he might sink beneath the massive pile of food, though as the stomach contracted, a small pool of the liquid substances would wash over him, making him shudder yet again. He then felt everything shift, the stomach swaying as Ester got up and resumed her day, as if she didn’t currently have someone residing in her stomach. Ethan raised a hand, looking at it as it slowly melted, brown globs dribbling off his hand. Many had melted down inside this stomach, he could tell by the powerful scent alone. But he was probably the first to melt simply because it was too hot in there. He sniffed at the air, smelling thick of seafood, a welcome and comforting thing to a cat. He rolled onto his back, feeling the mess squelch and squeeze under him. Ethan looked over to the bend of the stomach, watching the powerful muscle compress over a large, round thing that Ester had evidently swallowed whole. It squelched, falling apart and mixing into the rest of the food at the constant, organic churning motions within her. Half an hour had passed, and Ethan was exhausted. The effects of digestion were taking its toll on his small fragile body. His own shirt was soaked in melted chocolate as well as the stomach chyme that surrounded him. It was all starting to fall apart, and the head was getting to be too much. Suddenly, a harsh, cold splash washed over him after he heard some faint swallows above. He yelped, glancing around before the voice above clarified what was happening. “Hope this will help you cool off down there snack.” Ester said casually, swirling her cold glass of ice water. She took another sip, causing another torrent to crash down inside the stomach, soaking the mush around Ethan. He sank into it a little bit as the stomach churned powerfully, groaning happily at the meal it was working down. Despite all these unpleasantries, Ethan had to admit, he was enjoying this more than he’d ever say aloud. … Ester felt the small fluttering motions of the chocolate cat inside her stomach slow down as the hours passed, eventually not even noticing that she couldn’t feel them at all. At that point, he was brown goo, sloshing and being mixed completely in the mess of food within Ester. The turian wasn’t paying attention. She was lazing about on her couch, watching a movie solely in her underwear and a tank top. She crunched on turian popcorn, sending it to splash down in her stomach in what was left of Ethan, casually enjoying the outside world while her body finished processing her potential friend. She hummed quietly to herself. Indeed, it was a good day today. She’d have to find more people composed of chocolate like that, maybe keep this one around longer. __________________________ More Ester vore! Hey guys I'm glad I've been managing to get back into writing again, and this time its a sort of semi-gift/continuation of the thing that @furryandvorestuff made for me a while back. He's an awesome artist and a great guy, so when I was motivated to write something up, I wanted to make that pic into a story. Here it is for your viewing pleasure! In it we have the all to beautiful turian lady seducing yet another hapless micro down into her gut. The whole affair is enhanced by the fact that he's a cat completely made of chocolate. Naturally this isn't canon for either of them a.) Because people made of chocolate in the ME universe is biologically impossible. b.) Ethan is very much not digested. (spoilers?) Here is a link to the original pic that this story is based off of. 

http://furryandvorestuff.tumblr.com/post/161486493922/quick-sketch-commission-for-commanderleifn7

#willing vore #Alien #Turian #female turian #digestion #foodplay #messy #f/m #macro #micro #macro/micro #consensual #glowing insides #blue #I'm sorry mass effect friends I'm about to flood your feeds with vore.

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Valentines day tip:  Don’t piss off your biotic Turian girlfriend.  

Edit: I only just now noticed the cut-on on the volumetrics. FUCK

#reblogging for wrong reasons #vore joke #i like this too much

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Lovely work by @furryandvorestuff, incredible dude :D

Commission for @commanderleifn7

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Another great piece :D look at little Markus all cozy in there

sketch commission for @commanderleifn7

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Why do Germans use smilies like this :) or this:0 If they already got Ü oh Ö?