Okay, finally posting something that I made myself! Goodness, when was the last time i did that? *looks at gallery*
Oh good it was on Easter! I'm not overdue for something at all! So to my newer watchers, this Mass Effect AU is described in full in this story, so you dont get confused http://www.furaffinity.net/view/16088597/

The setting is a Salarian is hosting a vore-ish poker event where the losers get eaten by him. It's partially inspired by this story I found a couple of days ago. http://www.furaffinity.net/view/20424121/

For the past two days I've been hammering out this story since I don't have any more class to worry about. I was hoping to make a good example of the stuff I make when it came to vore trash, that was short and succinct. It was only intended to be a short one at around 2500 words. Well 14 pages and 7155 words later, I made this!

Been craving some salarian vore for some reason and here it is to fill in the gap! I think I'll make this salarian into a new character. I cant wait to see what you guys think of this ^w^ Be sure to point out any spelling or grammar errors you see so I don't look like a goof XD


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Darell looked over the dark room, with the singular table in the middle, adorned in green felt and with a soft texture to touch. He ran his three fingers across it and hummed to himself as his mind wandered to what would happen tonight. A few humans, their origin irrelevant, would join him in a high class game of Skillian-twelve-card, where exorbitant amounts of money would be tossed about the table with ease and risk, along with some other, rather valuable items.

The room the event itself would be held in was a rather classy, yet unassuming study. Shelves adorned the walls while a series of datapads were collected on one particularly weighed down piece of supportive wood. A deactivated terminal lay quiet in the corner, on a desk surrounded by trinkets and an abandoned glass, emptied long ago.

Darell checked the system on the table, pressing a couple of keys under where his seat would be, and making a holographic display appear at every other placement. After running a few diagnostics to make sure the system would run flawlessly. He double checked one seat in particular, designated by a tag with the name “Warren” on it. He felt apprehension in his chest each time the thought of that human appeared in his mind, his blue cheeks shifting yellow as his green blood rushed to his face; a salarian blush forming.

This particular salarian ran a tech company by the name of Falaritine Systems, or that is what it would be when translated to English, as Salarian companies are so numerous at least twelve different classifications would be given to one, thus making the translation across language barriers almost impossible and rebranding across cultures necessary. There is only so much a salarian can do after all. Darell Falarit had a light blue skin pigment, uncommon in salarian, and often found himself to be an object of desire by many people, despite his age of thirty years already creating wrinkles across his elongated face. However, the only other person whom he felt any interest in was the co-owner of his company, Warren, a handsome computer engineer who designed the company’s first, breakthrough product, earning him a significant stake in the company.

Darell was always shy about admitting his feelings to the human, as there were two significant intentions on the salarian’s quick mind when it concerned Warren. While Darell felt a sense of companionship, and dare he say even love for Warren, the desire of his stomach would make itself aware to the salarian C.E.O. as well. Often, he would find lunch meeting especially awkward, as he was half tempted to scoop up the small human in his fork after each sentence and send him down to his stomach. He resisted, though not without the temptation hammering his mind.
The conflict raged inside him. Would he ask for the human to become more than a friend, and they could enjoy the rest of their lives together, no matter how short it would be for the salarian, considering his age? Or, would he ask to eat the human, erasing him from the galaxy with an easy swallow and a maybe a side of fish and white wine? There was only one of those two that could happen, that is if Warren would say yes to either. The question of “What if he says no,” raced through his mind and bounced around like an atom.

He gripped the glass of liquor in his hand and shook that feeling of dread away. He sipped at the dark drink and moaned a bit as he let his troubles leave his mind. All would be resolved by the end of the night. His questions would be answered, and he’d get closure finally.

It was at this moment there was a knock on his door. A turian butler opened the door after being given entry into the room, conveying the message that guests had finally arrived.

…

In the main social area of the apartment, there bustled a few humans on a table after being let in and placed by the staff of the penthouse. They conversed, all enjoying each other mostly, but all present carried the knowledge of why they were here tonight, even Warren who was surprised by the invitation he received. It wasn’t that much of a surprise though. Before he could continue this train of thought, the host arrived on the balcony that overlooked the rest of the apartment, and stepped down the stairs to the humans. He would faintly trace his tongue over his lips as he saw them, forgetting the names of at least half of them present. He didn’t care, as only Warren really mattered to him.

“Welcome ladies and gentlemen, I am so glad you could all make it tonight.” Darrell’s hand traced over his abdomen as he looked over the humans, expecting many to be inside him by the end of the event. “As you all know, you’re here to either participate in, or bear witness to a high stakes game of Skillian-twelve-card. The stakes of course, being that you either win the pot of twelve million credits, or lose and become a fine dinner for me.”

Darell let the words hang in the air on that note, watching as some of the humans quietly conversed with one another about it. Meanwhile, his eyes drifted back to Warren, who smiled and gave a chuckle to the salarian. Darell’s cheeks blushed yellow again, but he couldn’t vocally react to the patrons present, as that would be indecent at the time.

“As such, you all will be divided volunteer players/potential foodstuffs, and mere guests. Unfortunately, I cannot allow you to enter the room with the game itself, due to the sensitive and permanent nature of this event. A vid feed will be streamed to you all to enjoy, but lack audio. You’re welcome to socialize in here while it takes place.” Darell elaborated all the rules, and how to enter. On the table there laid a platter for humans to step onto to confirm their entry in the game. The added house rule was the Sur’Kesh gambit, where the house was given an equal pot to the players, and the game would continue until only one remained, be it the house or otherwise.

Darell watched from afar, as the potential prey conversed, likely on the subject of being eaten by the alien. It was an odd situation, certainly, but they knew they would be asked to volunteer for the game, and they showed up regardless. He knew a good portion would reject, and that was okay. What was vital was Warren’s response, and he kept a close eye on the small dot in the distance that he associated with his close friend.

Meanwhile, Warren internally debated with himself. Did he really want to risk it all for this game? He didn’t need the money, no one at this party did. It was all for the thrill and risk, and a fun way to end up as salarian chow. If that was the case, why did he even come if he didn’t want to almost, if not actually, get eaten by his friend? Possibly even more than friend? He had no idea, but considering all those looks, he might as well humor Darell. He did think Darell was worth it after all. With that, he stepped onto the plate along with three others over some time, oblivious to the wide grin on Darell’s face as he watched his mark take a place in his game. This generated some talk among the socialites, and they wished all the players luck, knowing full well that they would either be lucky or unlucky considering how they felt about sloshing inside a stomach.

Darell reentered the room, smiling and looking at his haul for the night. Four humans out of the invited twelve were on the plate. He chuckled and glanced down to Warren, giving him a particularly endearing smile, and receiving one back. He then looked at the remaining eight, patted his stomach and stated:

“Ah, what a shame, you all would have looked fantastic on me.” A brief, haughty laugh came from the party and the staff began to ready the table, removing the name tags off the areas that would be unoccupied.

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George, Warren, Barry, and Linda took their seats, which were essentially miniaturized versions of the same table for those humans. The semi-circle they were arranged in put their displays out of sight from the other players, while cameras provided each player with visual feeds on the other players, allowing for them to look for tells and such. Warren and Darell share another warm nod to each other, faintly knowing of the other’s feelings for them. They all took their seats though, and readied for the game.

“A quick note, when you run out of funds, step into the “pot” and if you lose I’ll collect you and the winner collects the credits.” Darell established, activating the set, and making a holographic set of cards appear and dance around the game table. A pile of digital chips appeared in the center, representing the pot. Darell then hit the button to deal and cards flew about again to each display for each player. The looked at their hands and began to strategize, but mostly studied their opponents faces to see how each responded to the situation, be the hand good or bad.

Everyone began by paying moderate bets, calling when appropriate, based on their hands, and folding when appropriate as well. After a few hands, Darell could make a some observations. Linda seemed to be uncaring about the amount of money she bets, seeing each hand all the way to the end, and refusing to fold, despite a poor hand. It hinted at her possibly wanting to be eaten tonight, which drew a smile on the salarian’s face. She did look delicious after all.

George seemed like he didn’t want to risk a lot, and would fold often after the first call. He was likely the most apprehensive of the group to the idea of losing. Was he regretting entering into this competition in the first place? If he was legitimately unwilling, he would work out a deal with George that would not end with him as mush in the bottom of the salarian’s stomach, but Darell wouldn’t prefer that outcome. And he especially didn’t like the slowed pace that George was creating.

Barry, on the other hand, was too obvious with his tells. Whenever he got a good hand, he would get the biggest grin on his face, and when a poor hand came, beads of sweat would be visible in the holographic display. That and he didn’t really know how to properly bet. He must have figured that if he didn’t get lucky on this game, there wasn’t much point in getting lucky ever again.

Then, there was Warren, a calm, constantly poised human who watched carefully, and always paused to think through his options at each hand. He was certainly careful, and it was almost impossible for the salarian to find his tell. One thing he did know for certain though was that because Warren was a computer engineer, he was a master at mathematics. Probability was a cakewalk for him, especially if he was counting cards, which is an entirely fair method of playing in Skillian-twelve-card. Of course, Darell knew it would go like this, as he was very selective of his invitations and who they were being sent out to, only picking those out of his clique that had a history of being poor gamblers.

Soon after, the hour break was declared. Most of the money betted was currently in the hands of Darell, with the chips being significantly drained from most other patrons, with the exception of Warren of course, who was sitting at a good five million credits at the moment. Linda had the least, sitting at only three-hundred-thousand credits left, and looking quite smug about it.

“My dear, Linda, you are aware you’re running out of chips right?” Darell quipped, cocking his alien head towards the small human present on the table. She shrugged and smiled.

“Well Dary, I guess that means I might lose!” She nonchalantly and sipped at her drink that hovered in on a floating tray from the bartending table. The rest of the humans watched this interaction, turning their heads back and forth as it occurred.

“And if you lose that mean’s I get a nice snack out of you.” Darell growled excitedly, knowing that’s what both parties wanted at this point. Darell then turned his attention to George. “Meanwhile, you’re greatest enemy at this table seems to be the ante George! You haven’t called any of my bets in ages.”

“Well you can never be too careful can you?” George meekly responded.

“Actually, you can. You’re a businessman aren’t you? You know you have to spend money to make money.” Darell pointed out, hoping at most to accelerate the game, and at least to catch him a bit off-guard. “You know, I’m willing to work out a buy-out deal for you if you don’t want to end up as salarian pudge.”

“No! No it’s fine, I wouldn’t mind if that…happened.” George nervously stated, stuttering briefly and giggling. Darell smiled. This confirmed that George was simply nervous, but willing to consent. He was only dragging out the game to buy time to think it over and mentally prepare himself. But now that he knows that at least someone else thinks that George is dragging it on a little, and will speed things up. Darell looked to Barry, but had no comment. Barry was in a place that he wanted him in: dazed, confused, nervous, yet confident. He was on a direct course to his stomach.

“Warren, sweetie, how about you? Are you having fun?” Darell asked. Warren looked up to the salarian and smiled comfortably.

“I am indeed. How about you big guy? I can imagine that being about to eat three people must be pretty fun.” Warren replied, just as his own drink arrived, trying to be coy about the dual sided intentions between the two.

“Oh yes, knowing that at least three of you guys are going inside me tonight is almost as fun as trying to figure out who it’s gonna be.” He looked over the group and licked his lips, making a bit of a show of it. “That is, if any of you win at all.”

That last statement made Linda squirm a bit in excitement. At this point, it was no secret that she intended to lose, but no one dared to say anything to break the fantasy for her.

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The next hand started soon after the conversation died down, and that hand began with an interesting twist.

“All in.” Linda stated. Apparently she was tired of waiting. An animation of chips falling into the pot occurred and Linda stood, stepping to the center of the table next to the holographic display. She couldn’t make any more bets, and if she folded, she was done for anyway. There was no need to wait about by her seat. Darell nodded, approving of this decision and calling the bet. Everyone at the table did the same since they didn’t want to miss out on earning such a large pot, and a massive pile of chips and one human was on the line now. If anyone won the game, Darell would get to eat her.

The cards were dealt, and a couple of small raises were made, evening out the amount to 1 million. With that, Darell dealt the final card and everyone showed theirs. It revealed that Linda had a pitiful hand, with only an ace and a two, making her only achievement a high card. Meanwhile, Darell won the hand with a straight. Everyone’s eyes widened as they witnessed the end of Linda in this game, and in this galaxy.

“Well dear, it seems like you were bluffing.” Darell stated. Linda smiled, not seeming to be too distressed about it.

“And you all called my bluff. What a shame.” Her calm voice sounded out, cutting the tension in the room.

“The only shame is that you’ll be looking significantly less pretty in a few hours.” Darell’s three fingered hand traced over the curve on his abdomen, and his tongue slid out again. A shudder was visible in Linda who approached the colossal salarian before her.

He waved his hand to the bartender, who placed a martini drink on the table. With ease, he reached down and plucked Linda from the table, gently setting her into the drink with a small splash. Her fine dress became soaked in the alcoholic fluid, coating her body as she was briefly submerged. With that being done, the salarian took a sip, keeping his lips pursed to prevent premature consumption on the human. She tumbled in the glass, laughing as it happened, and found herself being pressed to the salarian’s upper lip, feeling faint suction against her legs. She stroked the soft salarian skin while she was pressed to it, listening to the sound of the gulp beneath her as he swallowed the drink, but then fell back into the glass when he was done with the sip.

“Mmhh, you certainly do make for a fine olive Linda.” Darell stated and raised his glass. “A toast to the first bit of food for the evening!”

“Here here.” The other humans stated, raising their drinks and bringing it to their mouths. But they didn’t dare drink yet, as they wanted to watch Darell tip the glass and send the rest of the drink into his mouth and the upper half of Linda being held inside the alcohol smelling maw. She squirmed with the tongue as it went around her legs to pull the rest of her inside to curl into the small salarian mouth. With the whole drink and human inside his maw, Linda was briefly submerged until she heard a gulp behind her, feeling the liquid drain and her head resurface. She got to look around the mouth, which was wide enough for her to fit entirely on the tongue if she was curled up and laid sideways. She remembered just how small salarian insides could be, and would soon find out how small the stomach was as well. She felt the head tip up, the tongue surge, and the throat envelop her as she was swallowed down with practiced ease. On the way down she squirmed and writhed in pleasure at being eaten. Wet noises sounded out all around her as she made her way down the digestive tract, soon splashing in with the rest of the drink. She noticed she couldn’t lie out completely, due to the small size of the stomach. She looked at the interior, a deep green with some… sparkles? It seemed to be a body modification that Darell had installed to put a glitter material inside his belly to increase the visual appeal. Linda found herself liking it and settled down inside the stomach, listening to everyone talk outside.

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Darell swallowed once, before holding a finger up to show pause, then swallowed a second time, sending the human away for good with a significantly larger bulge in his wrinkled throat than the one made by the first gulp. He sighed once he felt the human take her place at the bottom of his gut.

“How was she?” Warren asked his friend enthusiastically, glancing down at the edge of the table where Darell’s stomach could be seen. He imagined the lady inside, being pressed on by that stomach, as did everyone else but Linda, who was experiencing it.

“She tasted wonderful and was an excellent appetizer. I can’t wait for the rest of you to join her.” He smiled viciously and gave a meaty pat to his gut.

“Not all of us.” Warren playfully pointed out. “Someone could still beat you after all.”

“Well I can handle losing one morsel I suppose.” Darell stated, but then gestured to the amount of chips he currently had and then winked towards Barry and George. “But that isn’t looking likely, considering what I have here.”

“Someone is being cocky.” Barry stated and laughed, thinking he had the upper hand and relying on pure luck, the fool.

“We’ll see.” Darell stated and began the next hand.

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George went over what just happened in his mind. One bet, and Linda was gone. He was nervous about joining her, but seeing it happen sent his mind into a tizzy, and he couldn’t stop thinking about what it was like. He couldn’t sit still, and that was apparent for the next few hands. He lost a few but luckily pulled ahead of Barry, though he wasn’t catching up to Warren any time soon. He thought about his options, when he decided that he was tired of waiting. A rash and snap decision forced him to press the button and accept whatever fate came from it.

“All in.” George stated. Heads turned to look at the human. So soon after Linda had made the same decision? No one was expecting someone else to be on the line so soon after Linda, and were thinking a few more hours would have passed before hand. It was odd, but the group deduced why George would want it that way and accepted this.

“Aw, that’s so sweet of you George. You don’t want Linda to be alone in here.” Darell teased the human, rubbing his stomach and sloshing things around inside. Linda listened as well as she could, and pieced together that she would soon be joined by George.

“Ah I’m just tired of waiting for it to happen I suppose. Might as well put it all on the line now right?” George said as he left the seat to join the pot.

“Call.” Barry stated, and put the rest of his money into the pot. He stood and joined a shocked George. No one was expecting the erratic Barry to call, going all in as well. With two humans on the line, no one would question it, and Warren had the extra capital in his chips to humor George, so he called his bet. The most surprising person to call was Barry, but after some thinking it was almost expected. If he didn’t win this hand, he would be crawling back to his former position at a snail’s pace. Such a rash man would certainly get into an “all in” mood.

“Well, it seems I’m going to win something on this hand, regardless, so I’ll fold.” Darell wisely folded, knowing his prize would be one of the two losing humans, throwing his cards holographic cards to the table. He smiled and gestured at the two humans. “One of you is not going to be at this table for the next hand.”

He pointed out the obvious, but having the idea hammered down onto them added more thrill to the experience. With no more bets to be placed, the salarian hit the deal button one last time, and the cards revealed themselves.
Warren had the top hand, a flush, while Barry had a high card and George a four-of-a-kind. The salarian’s eyes widened at the sight, surprised and pleased at the same time.

“Oh my, it’s going to get cramped in me very fast if the game keeps going like this!” The salarian pointed out, salivating at both of his prey. Barry and George watched the salarian view them as food items, a hungry gaze as the eyes narrowed at them. The pair squirmed in mixed pleasure and anxiety as a servant with a platter came into sight. On it was a bit of toasted bread, with a red, fishy meat on it, and some vegetables.

“Ah, it Looks like we have a Kahje lobster roll to go with you two! Simply delectable.” Darell stated and picked up Barry first, gently setting the human into the lobster concoction in between the bread bun. He wiggled around a bit, getting some of the lobster on Darell’s fingers. Once he was situated, the salarian licked off the lobster mess on his fingers, making sure to hold his mouth wide open for George to see inside.

He then took the roll and brought it to his mouth, putting about half inside and biting down casually. He was careful not to harm the human inside, who was instead compressed by the tongue and palette, mashing up various, soaked portions of the bread and crustacean as it was chewed around. Barry didn’t move, afraid to put himself in the teeth as they chewed. Eventually, the chewing stopped and he was in a mess of the formerly beautiful dish.

Darell snatched up George, and pressed the human to his abdomen in a flurry of motion. The abdomen was soft, as a salarian’s should be, but beneath laid Linda, who was slowly being digested. A swallowing sound was made above George and he looked up to see the bulge Barry made in the salarian’s throat. Eventually, he then heard a splash and groaning sound, along with some quiet, muffled voices as Barry and Linda got reacquainted as food. A growling noise could be heard as the stomach was stimulated with more meat inside.

“Now it’s your turn to do the same George.” Darell threatened. But instead of stuffing the human into the roll like he did with Barry, Darell instead put the rest of the roll into his maw. He then held the human above his head, dangling him over the open mouth and forcing him to watch the roll be reduced into a pile of slop by the efforts of the salarian’s jaws and saliva. After a few moments of watching the beautiful food being torn apart, smashed, and saturated by spit, eventually the salarian was happy with the bolus he made. He gently lowered George into it, his legs sinking into the slop and soon his torso. Once the rest of his body was past the teeth, Darell closed his mouth and submerged in darkness and chewed lobster roll. He held this posture for a few moments, feeling George squirming happily against the tongue and his feet on the back of his throat, before swallowing and sending yet another bulge into his body. And with such a small action, George was removed from the galaxy, as another mouthful of meat.

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Inside the salarian’s gut, Linda and Barry struggled to gain purchase in the newly added mess of lobster, bread, and lettuce. Eventually, they found their way to the surface of it only to look up at the sphincter of the stomach, to see it open again and more of the slop fall inside, joined by the other human. With the added food, the humans were compressed into each other inside, struggling but still enjoying themselves as they were pressed about like food.

“Well, it’s nice to see you guys again.” Linda joked as she pressed into a stomach ridge to inhale the thick, rancid, and now fishy smelling air.

“All I see is green and lobster mush.” Barry responded, pressed on the opposite wall.

“Well at least it’s cozy.” George said in a happy daze, enjoying the steamy fumes that floated up to the top of the gut as it was getting to work. They could all feel the wave of pressure that was their predator petting his full belly, a world outside forever lost to them.

The humans didn’t have much room to move about, and instead just squirmed in the meal as they felt everything get to work around them. The stomach would surge with churns and extra slime and digestion began.

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Meanwhile, outside, Darell and Warren played another hand of the card game. It was a bit of a tense round, with both of the pair raising bets back and forth until a large pot accumulated. All the while, the stomach would growl and glorp loudly as it began processing the massive meal the salarian had. In hindsight, he was lucky that this amount of people volunteered. Any more, and he would be too stuffed to truly enjoy eating Warren, should it come to that.
Soon, the final card was drawn and the results declared Darell as the winner of this particular hand. He collected the money and smiled at the human, before groaning in slight discomfort, almost in unison with the stomach.

“Ugh, try not to lose within the next couple of hours, okay Warren? I need to digest everyone else a little to make room for you.” Darell teased, massaging his gut to stir everything up inside again, forcing the humans about the small chamber and having them squelch through the mass of food, often pressing into one another’s edible bodies.

“You seem so sure that I’m going to end the night as slop inside you Darell.” Warren stated as he made his bet for the next hand.

“Oh I’m sure you won’t… you might last in my stomach all the way up until lunch tomorrow!” The salarian stated, calling the human’s bet and acknowledging the late hour of the night. Warren smiled at this comment, and played his
last bet. Once the final card was drawn, he won his money back.

“That is if this game doesn’t end before then.”

“Well, there’s always that risk.” Darell stated, preparing the next hand in a manner that is well practiced by now. “So tell me Warren, what’s your preferred outcome of this evening, since there are only two ways this ends. You either end up in my gut our continue life as a slightly richer man.”

“I don’t know honestly.” Warren thought, mindlessly playing the game at this point, too engrossed in conversation.

“Being eaten by you would be a nice experience, and I know you’ve wanted to eat me for a really long time. I don’t know what I’d do with my life if I won though.”

“Well maybe if you win you could still be mine.” Darell teased and winked at the small human. “You’d need a nice guy to settle down with some day anyway. Maybe just try it out for a few real dates well then…”
The salarian pointed at Warren, then at his stomach and then he shrugged, hinting that anything could happen.

“Oh my Darell, are you asking me to be your boyfriend?” Warren asked in a sing-song voice, blushing a bit at the statement, but knowing that Darell was interested in him in that capacity as well.

“Um… Yes I suppose.” Darell blushed as the truth that they both had known for a really long time had finally come out. There was a warm pause between the pair until Warren finally broke it.

“What would you rather have happen?” Warren asked, as he lost yet another round. Darell thought about it for a while. That question had been on his mind for a very long time. But he still couldn’t think of an answer.

“I… don’t know…” He stated, sipping at his drink and washing the prey inside his stomach with the fluid. Another pause, and then Warren broke it again.

“Then let’s have luck decide.” Warren stated, betting his next hand with a large sum. “If I win tonight, you and I go out.”

“And what if I win?” Darell asked, his brow raised and an intrigued grin manifesting on his lips. “Would you even want to go out with me, considering I won’t be around for very much longer Warren? I’m not exactly a young salarian.”

“Then if you win you eat me.” Warren stated with a smile, evidently happy for either to happen. “I’ll get to be part of the salarian I love forever. Please don’t worry about that Darell. I’ll enjoy whatever time we’ll have together, no matter how little.”

The salarian sighed happily. It was all finally out there. They were pretty much dating already, and now this moment decided what they would do together, and just how intimate that relationship was.

…

It had been several hours later in the night. The pair had been playing back and forth for the whole evening, winning and losing money. The stalemate continued as they talked about their love life, imagined what being eaten was really like, and other things as well. But, eventually the stalemate was wearing down on both of them. Darell’s stomach groaned as it was still working on the food inside, with less trouble now that the humans were partially digested.
Each wet groan attracted Warren’s attention, who couldn’t stop staring at the abdomen, lusting to be inside, churning around like all the food he’s seen his new boyfriend eat over the years. He thought long and hard over how he wanted to handle this, and decided he was tired of waiting. He wanted to know now if he was food, or a romantic interest.

“All in.” Warren stated, pressing the key and putting all of his chips on the line. He stood and walked to the center of the table, looking up at the massive salarian above him, who’s mouth was agape after being startled by such an act.

“I…um…are you sure Warren?” He asked carefully. This moment was it. If the salarian went all in as well, then there was no going back. But, he could not hide the fact that he was excited. Saliva lined his mouth and his heart ached for the human. Warren simply nodded in response, stating that he was ready for the end of this long game.
Darell sighed, feeling content at this: an end to all this anticipation. He pressed the button, going all in as well. He then dealt all the cards and the pair watched as their hands revealed themselves.

Darell had a straight flush, while Warren only had a high card ace.

“Well… I guess that means I’m salarian food now.” Warren smiled, looking up to Darell, who could only grin back. There was a twinge of melancholy, but both were happy at the outcome regardless.

“That you are, Warren.” The salarian picked up the human gently, bringing him to his face and leaning in for a kiss. The human pressed his lips against the salarian’s moaning into the mouth as the kiss gently sucked his head inside. Darell held him there long enough to where he could smell the salarian’s breath briefly before releasing him into his hand. “Are you ready?”

Warren nodded wordlessly, sitting in the palm of Darell. Darell parted his jaws before the human, opening wide to let him look at the green flesh inside. It was wet, sticky, and smelled of fish from that lobster and the humans he ate earlier. Warren looked around, noticing small traces of the meal on his teeth. He enjoyed the slick appearance of the dark green flesh, and squirmed knowing he would be part of it all soon enough. Warren watched the tongue extend out from the maw, sliding over the bottom front teeth as a guard and a welcome mat. The human obliged, crawling onto the tongue, curling up inside and snuggled close to the appendage. The rest of the tongue receeded back into the mouth, and the teeth came together, sealing the human inside the dark maw as he was soaked with saliva, slickening him up for the trip ahead and trying to digest him with the few enzymes that were present in the sticky fluid.

Darell couldn’t resist swishing his boyfriend turned snack around the mouth, tasking him as much as he could for what would be the first and last time. It seemed for Warren, that with each movement of the mouth some spittle squelched in some way as the slick flesh worked around him. He soon lost his orientation until he found himself curled in a ball, upside down, pinned between the palette and the tongue. He squirmed into a more comfortable position and looked at the lips behind the slightly parted teeth. The lips were curved upward in joy as he was being eaten, and Warren was pleased by this.

However, the time in the mouth had to come to an end eventually and a pause in motion signified the progression for the next step in being eaten. Warren watched as the tongue moved to push him back. He curled into the fetal position again as he entered the tube, pressed back by a surge of the tongue and making a wet, “glurk” as he was pushed down. That was it, he had officially been eaten. There was no turning back now.
The human made a lot of pleasing pleasure for Darell, who’s throat struggled with his body as he was a solid lump of meat being pushed down to the stomach below. However, once he was past Darell’s neck and inside his chest, he was much more manageable. He squelched and slid all the way down until he felt the valve that would hold him in the stomach slide around his curled form. Once gravity took over, he fell briefly before splatting on top of a pile of coagulated slop, made from the prey that were once whole human beings, and of course lobster. Hints of green were strewn about, but there was room for this human now. A small pocket was made between the digested mess and the stomach flesh where he fit perfectly. Once he was situated, the stomach became active again, gently churning to work at its new occupant, beginning to integrate him into the chyme.

That gentle churning was interrupted by a startling jolt of motion, splashing Warren with some undefinable fluids as the salarian around him got up from his seat and moved to the main room. He could hear Darell boast about how he was the only one left and that everyone who played the is currently being digested. People applauded this, and it made Warren chuckle. It was so odd to think that him being food would bring this much joy, and he loved it so much. There was a bit of rubbing on the belly by the salarian, who affectionately felt the food inside churning, all hidden away by the curvy abdomen. The then walked back to the bedroom after dismissing the guests and wishing them goodnight. He laid down with his back to the bed, causing the mass inside to shift, covering Warren in the goop and having him dig his way back up on top into the new pocket, this one now just behind the flesh that was Darell’s abdomen.

An idea popped into Warren’s mind, and he activated his omnitool as well as he could, requiring some submerging of other limbs into the goo to maximize his space in the small pocket. Once he was ready, he sent Darell a vid call.

The salarian’s brow rose when his tool began ringing. The caller was Warren! He was never expecting this from any of his prey, but he answered it, excited to see the human one last time. The image of the human, mostly wet and with gunk caking in his hair while the limited space was lit up by the tool appeared on the screen.

“So, how did I taste?” Warren asked with a chuckle. Darell did the same in response and pet his stomach.

“You were the best food I’ve ever had Warren. Thank you so much for doing this with me.” Darell pressed into his abdomen, watching the stomach wall recede onto Warren and press him into the goo for a moment. The human resurfaced soon after, with more of the gunk on him.

“You know, whenever you do things out there I’m affected in here.” Warren laughed and playfully hit the stomach wall above him.

“Oh but that’s the point of you being food little one. My body gets to do whatever it wants to you, all the way up until you become a part of me. Best get used to feeling it, because after about an hour, when you’ve been softened up I’m gonna start massaging you into slop.” The salarian threatened, but lovingly stroked the gut as well, showing his affection for the bite of meat inside. “How is it in there by the way? Is my gut accommodating you well?”

“As well as a full stomach can I suppose?” Warren joked. “It’s very cozy in here, the smell took a minuet to get used to, and it’s a bit messy but that’s part of the fun right?”

“Hehe, of course.” Darell patted his belly. “So, if you could choose, where exactly do you want to be part of my body? Maybe my hips, or my rear?”

“Hmm, I’d say your thighs; you know I’m a sucker for thighs.” Warren smiled into the camera, and a chunk of goop fell from the stomach ceiling above and onto his head, slopping off to join the mush.

“Well I’ll imagine you’re there from now on after you’re digested.” Darell felt his stomach groan as he watched it churn into the human, pushing him under again. “Now why don’t you relax, and let the inevitable happen my love?”

“Okay Darell… I love you.” Warren said into the camera with a smile.

“I love you too food.” Darell said. He deactivated his omnitool and relaxed in bed. His hand rested on the gut, where the human was and he drummed on the spot, full and content. Inside, the human could feel digestive fluids work around him, pressing into his body from all sides and saturating the meat. He moaned at the feeling. The air was thick and stale around him, enhancing every scent it carried, and every tactile sense applied to his body. He felt himself getting weaker with each churn.

After about an hour of this passed, the tired salarian smiled at the belly. It was time to do as he promised. His three fingered hands dug into the belly, pressing on the soft flesh and squelching everything around, helping the stagnant mess digest inside. Warren felt the fingers press down on him, into the goo and surround him in the warm slop. He closed his eyes in bliss as he felt being mercilessly worked over. Soon, portions of his body were falling off and he lost consciousness, knowing he would be part of that lovely salarian’s thighs, as he was promised.

Darell felt the writhing motions stop inside him after a few minutes of massaging. He smiled, knowing that his human was mush now. With that, he yawned loudly, his salarain body strained and tired from the long night as he settled into the soft bed to let his body do the rest of the work on the food inside him.