So I've been working on some characters for a more serious piece, but coincidentally one of them has a lot of potential for kink scenarios so I couldn't resist writing about them eating someone X3. There's a name overlap with a character of mine from Columbia State, but that's mainly because I've been swiping some of my favorite names from that setting to use in other stuff! Also includes perma-vore!

Vann and Sesh's date at a local pub is interrupted by two voracious mercs who greatly underestimate their intended prey...

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Bar Food
By: IndigoRho

Zig Zag was one of the most popular pubs on the station, in no small part thanks to being so close to the arrival terminal. The food was good and the beer good enough, and nothing ever felt overpriced. A recent influx of ships had caused the pub to be far more crowded than normal. Vann was starting to regret choosing it for his date.

The goat was still in his jumpsuit, having headed to Zig Zag straight from work. It wasn’t the most appropriate clothing for the occasion, but he always felt most comfortable in jumpsuits. Besides, he didn’t stand out much at all in the crowd of mechanics, technicians, and dockworkers. And Sesh never minded.

Across the table from Vann, his partner Sesh was emoting as best they could considering their head was a hard plastic imitation of a snake’s. Their face was locked into a faint smile. Unblinking eyes of bright green light looked directly at Vann.

When Sesh spoke their voice was soothing, yet undeniably artificial. A conscious choice. “Should we close out our tab? The next station shift will be ending soon and I’m sure this place will just get more packed.”

Vann nodded. “A lot of them might avoid it. I heard there’s been an upswing in brawls all week. Ships brought in a ton of mercs and freelancers—rumors of big jobs I guess.”

Beer suddenly splashed onto Sesh’s chest. Vann’s gaze jumped to the source, an otter with a now empty glass in his paw and a suspicious grin on his face. There was a fox with him, wearing a tank top and shorts that showed off as much of his cybernetic body as he could without being completely nude. Aside from his head, none of his modifications had been designed to look natural, potentially for the intimidation factor.

Vann scowled at the otter, which only made him smile wider. “Took forever to get that beer and now it’s been wasted on a piece of junk! Hope your toy doesn’t short circuit.”

“You’d be doing him a favor,” the fox jumped in. “That thing barely looks worth the scrap it’s cobbled together from!”

Despite the petty insults and intentional spill, Sesh showed no signs of caring. Vann, on the other hand, couldn’t disguise his fury. His response earned him the full attention of the otter and fox, who began to ignore Sesh completely. They surrounded the goat.

“Now you, you have some value,” the otter said, giving Vann a shove. “Nutritional value.” He licked his lips so dramatically Vann almost thought he was joking. Almost. “The wait for food was ridiculous and I haven’t had a filling meal since we arrived. You might not be filling, but you’ll be a good start!”

Sesh stood, revealing his tall, lanky frame. The otter and fox still weren’t taking them seriously. “What, you think your toy’s gonna protect you?” the otter scoffed. “My buddy here could snap ‘em in half with a single punch!”

The fox went on the move, clearly ready for a fight as he flexed his artificial arms and gave a toothy grin. He barely got two steps before freezing in place, as if he’d been paused. There was a look of shock on his face. “S-Shit!”

“When you’re overhauling your body you really shouldn’t cheap out on the security system,” Vann said, eyes flickering as he discreetly kept up his wireless connection with the fox. “Yours was comically easy to bypass—not even up to date! I’m surprised no one’s hacked it before now.”

Turning back towards Vann, the otter growled. “Let him go before I smash your face into the table!”

He was immediately spun around to face Sesh, who loomed over him. “My boyfriend’s not food.”

The light of Sesh’s eyes flared up. With a quick flick of their tail the otter’s knees buckled, Sesh firmly pinning his arms to his sides. Their jaws opened to reveal a transparent mint green goo where the back of their throat should’ve been. Far too late the otter realized he hadn’t been dealing with a poorly made robot, but a well-armored Scivoli.

The Scivoli were essentially a sentient goo who often wore full body “shells” for ease of interacting with other species. Though the otter had seen a few in his lifetime, they’d all dressed in shells with windows that revealed their true nature. For some reason this one hadn’t, and now the otter was about to pay for his oversight.

Sesh lifted the otter up off the ground with ease and began to swallow them whole. The otter’s shriek was swiftly muffled as their face pressed against the cool goo of Sesh’s true body. A strong gulp pulled them into the gullet. The stiff plates that made up Sesh’s neck began to separate as it bulged out, revealing a stretchy, transparent material. Through it both the goo and the terrified otter could be seen.

The otter kicked and writhed as he slid further and further down Sesh’s throat, but overpowering them proved a futile, exhausting effort. Worst of all, he was able to catch green-tinted glimpses of the outside through the spreading gaps in Sesh’s shell.

Unable to move, the fox could do nothing but watch as their friend was steadily eaten alive. Soon he would have worries of his own.

The fox’s limbs suddenly began to move, but not on his orders. He turned to Vann.

“You know, I put a lot of love into building that suit Sesh’s wearing--into building all the suits they wear. They’re on par with some of the best on the market, the stuff you have to save for years to afford. To have an idiot like you spout off about how it’s crap kind of pisses me off!” The fox flinched at Vann’s rant, cowering before the usually unintimidating goat. “Now I’m so frustrated I’ve worked up an appetite. Fortunately, I happen to rather enjoy the taste of metal and plastic.”

The fox only realized what Vann was talking about when his arms were forced out before him, angled in offering towards the goat’s now open mouth.

“W-Wait, I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” the fox shouted as his paws slid into Vann’s maw and down their throat. “I’ll transfer everything in my account to you, just don’t eat me!”

The pleas were utterly ignored as the fox was forced to feed himself “willingly” to Vann, betrayed by the body he was so proud of. Soon he too was silenced.

Sesh and Vann consumed their former harassers simultaneously, just a few feet apart. Their flat middles ballooned outward in unison, wobbling and bulging as their prey struggled in vain, the tables having been turned on them so swiftly they were in shock. Though Vann’s jumpsuit had considerable give, it wasn’t meant to hold such an overindulgent meal, and slowly began to unzip as more of the fox was swallowed. Meanwhile Sesh’s chest plates were spreading, allowing everyone nearby to see the otter trapped within his gooey body. It was like looking into a fish bowl.

No one made any effort to interfere or rescue the soon-to-be meals, leaving them to their well-deserved fates.

Inevitably Vann’s mouth closed around a pair of metal paws as Sesh’s jaws clamped shut around wiggling ones. The couple leaned back on their table, each plainly satisfied. Vann was fairly sluggish, his gut sagging considerably thanks to the sheer weight of the cyborg within. From experience he knew how to brace himself and avoid toppling over. He couldn’t resist giving Sesh’s middle a prod just to see it jiggle.

“Thanks to the—uorrrrrrrrp—unexpected snacks I think we’re gonna have to reconsider our dinner plans,” Vann chuckled.

“We could always just let them out and hope they learned their lesson,” Sesh said. While their expression remained as neutral as ever there was a slight teasing tone in their voice.

“Well that’d just be a hassle—especially junk pile here.” Van gave his gut a slap. “Besides, I might get lucky and belch up some useful scrap later~”

Sesh laughed, the otter tossed around within their belly. “Still, I should probably avoid indulging like this too often. I’d hate to outgrow the suits you worked so hard to make for me.”

“Expanding them would be a breeze, and more of you is never a bad thing.” Vann gave a softer portion of Sesh’s gut a squeeze. Their whole body shuddered and the goo briefly gained a faint rosy tint—their equivalent to blushing.

The pair waddled up to the bar to close their tab. They used their bellies to clear the way, both still swaying erratically as the fox and otter continued to squirm. Guts pressed against each other, Vann and Sesh discussed how to spend the rest of their   unintentionally voracious night as they left the pub.