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  Ethan64 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://www.furaffinity.net/view/23748361/

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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.~”

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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.

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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.