"Rough night Markus?" Cali'Bahn asked, the little human nursing a beverage that was... a virgin cocktail of some kind. Cal could barely make out the tiny umbrella in it, and swirling rainbow patterns flowing through it. Though the colors were all slightly tinted green to Cal. He reached over, gave the human a reassuring prod on his shoulder.

Markus' head popped up, his cheeks red from a blush, though not from intoxication. Cal's visor took some readings of the human and made that clear enough. Markus gave Cal a gentle smile, the first positive sight in a long night. The quarian on the other hand had been keeping an eye on the little human, just taking a lot of care to make sure his little friend was okay. Sometimes a bar like this could be dangerous to humans.

"Heya Cal... yeah. Just been trying to get social for once. Leif encouraged it, said I could meet some new people, have fun. Never been the sort for that and I'm just being reminded why." Markus sighed. Cali crossed his arms on the bar, leaning near the human. The convex curve of the visor arced high like a blimp that had yet to take off. Two glowing eyes shifted down on the human and offered a sympathetic look. Markus ignored it for a moment. "I feel like a literal piece of meat here..."

"Yeah being a human in these kinds of places can suck like that sometimes. But you know, I reckon there might be a wee friendly conversation to be found with every alien, even if they initially think of you as a snack." Cali said warmly, a vibrato rumbling through the mask's audio projector. His accent resembled something similar to Irish, quite different to much else Markus would hear out in these particular cosmos. Though he couldn't help but wonder what his real accent would be without the translator altering the quarian's speech. Cali gave a little chuckle and awkwardly rubbed the back of his hooded, helmeted, head. "I mean, remember how we met? I almost ate you up myself!"

"Yeah but you asked me how I was, bothered with pleasantries and all of that. And you stayed after I said no." Markus gave Cali a warm smile, remembering that moment fondly. His face shifted back to the pained expression Cal met him with though. "These guys will leave the moment you show them you have the will to live."

"Aye, well to be fair, and this is comin' from someone experienced in having a spot of human here and there, a lonely little human who looks a little sad is kinda the ones you wanna look fer." Cal gave a nervous chuckle shrugging a bit. A finger sliding under Markus' chin to help him look up. "I know that isn't gonna be the answer to your problem of course..."

"No, but it helps. Thanks Cal, I'm glad you're here." Markus wraps one arm around the finger, as if it were a friend adjacent to him on the bar. He gave Cal a gentle pat on the back of his finger, and the quarian smiled while returning the favor.

"How about we get you out of here, and somewhere nice. My stomach is much cozier than any kind of bar sto- whaaaaat?!" Cal was interrupted by the incredulous look Markus gave him. The quarian threw up his hands in defense. "You know, I got my digestive system management toolkit reinstalled on my omnitool. I could keep you safe in there all night."

Markus chuckled and shook his head. "Isn't that toolkit the reason Horatio got digested?"

"That was the last update, and he said it was no biggie anyways!" Cal said defensively. "Last time I pirate that kind of software for sure though."

Markus chuckled and sighed, giving a look around the bar and realizing he really didn't feel like being here anymore anyways. He nodded and hit a signal button on the bottom of his stool. The bartender saw a little light appear on his counter, and he walked over to Cal and Markus. A salarian fellow with a bit of age to his face. He looked up and down between the two. "What'll it be."

"Can I get a... honey boba tea? With my little friend here?" Cal smiled his order to the bartender, who didn't change his own expression. Instead, he grabbed onto Markus gently and walked to the other end of the bar. A large appliance whirred to life as the salarian hit a few keys and switches. Due to the large diversity of clientele that can show up on the Citadel, bars were often equipped with vendors that could mix a variety of sealed drinks for quarians and volus patrons. Boba tea was often a favorite among quarians due to the tapioca balls serving as a rare instance of solid food for the species, outside of the rare human that would sneak into their diet.

Markus found himself inserted into a cylindrical opening by the salarian bartender, trapped in a capsule with a clear view outside. He looked out, seeing Cal give him a little wave, before tracing his finger along his suited neck, down his chest, and then tapping on his belly. Clearly, the quarian was looking forward to this. With a blast of air, Markus felt himself shoot down, sucked into a gust of pressurized air, and splashing down into a gush of fluid. Markus grunted in discomfort as the machine washed him, sudsy soap flowing rapidly and roughly like a car in a car wash. It wasn't unpleasant, but he certainly would have rather taken a shower at home. Disoriented, and dazed, he was sanitized and dried off by a loud whir and another gust. The machine around him sounded similar to an espresso maker, and generated considerable noise in the bar.

With another rush of motion, Markus found himself in a dark pool, unable to see much as he splashed in. It was dark in there, and he would sputter in disorientation as he tread tea within what he assumed was Cal's cup. His feet found little purchase atop the black boba hidden away beneath the surface, but he knew he didn't have to tread and wait for long. With a shake, Markus was carried back to Cal, who paid for the beverage and took the cup graciously. After the HUD of his visor ran a scan on the drink, it deemed the beverage safe enough. With a click, the straw inserted in the small opening of his mask and he began to drink.

Markus watched the wide straw descend down into the beverage, light now filtering in through the walls of the container. He didn't want to be stuck in here, knowing there was somewhere much nicer awaiting him below. With a deep breath, he held onto the straw, and dunked himself below the surface. Following the pipe that intended to consume him, he soon pushed into a wall of soft spheres, sinking in to reach the opening below. It was then that he felt a tug, as did everything in the drink as Cal inhaled a sip into his mouth. Markus heard the faintest of inclination of a swallow, conveyed by the fluid he was stuck inside.

With a renewed desire to be eaten alive, he moaned and pulled himself even lower, soon his arms finding an opening. With little care, he thrusted himself inside of it, just as Cal took another drink.

The vaccum of the straw pulling Markus through it was intense, feeling almost like something was pulling on him from the inside. It made him lightheaded, and the shift in gravity didn't help with it either. All of this action was barely discernible as the only thing anyone could see of Markus was the faint outline of his shape inside of the straw, as it rushed up out of the lid, and into the front of Cali'Bahn's mask. Coherent thought and orientation would not return until he found himself inside of the quarian's mouth with a wet splash, like one would hear when shifting too fast in a bathtub. An opaque orange pool filled his surroundings, with alien molars poking up through the surface like the rock siding surrounding a swimming pool. A lone boba bubble bumped up against Markus' armpit as things settled inside of the maw.

Green light peeked in behind Markus, as he watched the straw pull away from the lips he had bypassed. The opening of the mouth showed the HUD of Cal's visor outside. A few scrolling text feeds, bars monitoring vitals, and even a small window in the upper corner resembling a cat video played on. One of the few perks of being a quarian, your vision can be similar to an extranet terminal, and customized to your heart's content. Markus admired the maw from within, as the tongue swayed side to side in a comforting manner, welcoming Markus into Cal's body.

Markus watched with fascination as the tongue's movements shifted the teal flesh up and down, in and out of the fluid with a milky sheen of the beverage coating it. Instinctively, Markus would lay down, and rub as much of his body that he could onto the tongue, spreading his flavor across the muscle in hopes of touching as much of the soft surface as he could. When Markus would look up, he saw the underside of each tooth, and the arch ways of Cal's palette resembling that of a gothic cathedral. And this was a temple Markus was entirely willing to worship. He gave a playful push up there, feeling the abnormal rigidity compared to the softer insides that he was about to be immersed in. The lips ahead were a kind smile, and Markus was able to hear Cal's voice without any filter. "Ahh, that eager to get in me Markus? Much appreciated..."

The mouth closed for a second, as the straw reinserted itself between the lips. Markus reflexively held his breath and another gush pushed in. It's impact pushed Markus far back in the mouth, and over the back of the tongue. With a wet gulp, Markus was swallowed amidst a small bubble of drink, feeling that ball shoved against his body allll the way down until...

SPLASH! And the quiet dribble of a trickling stream as it flowed into the stomach with Markus, along with a gentle plop and splatter as his spherical companion joined the human. Markus looked around, taking in the scenery. This is where food went. Tucked away behind all that suit, that rubber inner layer, and the skin, muscle, and flesh of the quarian's form. Markus was trapped inside of a stomach. There was great comfort to be found in his simple, teal surroundings. It was tight enough to be cozy. He could stand if he wanted, but he'd just have to push up on the roof of the stomach and make it stretch. The same could be said if he stretched out his legs. The stomach cared not. It allowed Markus these resistances, the forces against it's amorphous bean shape. Because as Markus got comfy, the stomach's muscle would churn inward, giving him a soft squeeze, and a reminder of where he was. The gut was in control of his fate now.

A soft rumble echoed out, and it seemed to gear up, preparing to process the latest occupant that had arrived. Markus swallowed nervously. He wasn't exactly afraid of being digested alive, but he had hoped Cal's software had worked. It didn't sound like it was going to...

Cal simply savored the moment, feeling once again like an accomplished predator. The familiar sensation of a rumbling stomach, eager to churn away the human tucked inside. It was something he reveled in, but also knew that he had to restrain. He raised his arm to tap at his omnitool only to be interrupted by an inquiring turian hand tapping him on the shoulder.

"Uh excuse me, would you happen to have seen a human around here? Brown uh... hair? Brown shirt too, had on glasses?" The turian asked, his voice flanging as the species' vocals traditionally sounded.

"O-oh yeah. Sorry. He was a friend of mine. He's kinda stuck in a digesting stomach right now." Cal stated bluntly, omitting Markus' eventual survival. The turian sighed, seemingly disappointed himself.

"Ahh, I blew it with him then. I was hoping to come apologize, but I guess he really was here to get eaten up." The turian huffed a bit and crossed his arms.

Cal cocked his head, and huffed with the turian too, kind of rolling his glowing eyes. "Maybe start off with some pleasantries next time then? Sometimes those loner humans want to get eaten by someone really sweet to them, instead of someone who spews a pick up line."

The turian raised a brow at Cal, about to retort with frustration when he realized that the quarian might be right. He reflected on that and gave a little nod. "Hm, I guess so. Thanks for the advice man..."

Cal gave him a nod and took another sip of his drink as the turian walked off, rejoining his friends at a table in the middle of the bar. He smiled, satisfied that he might have helped the humans of this place, even if it were just a small way like that.

Markus was unable to make out any of the conversation above, on account of the stomach trying to render him into a paste. It churned, gurgled, bubbling fluids that were only slightly inhibited by the drink threatened his very life. The sound of slick flesh encroaching and receding away filled his ears, just waiting for the human to be worked down by enzymes into a malleable enough state to finally break apart. Cali relaxed, and enjoyed the feeling of his gut working up, ready to process another living being once more, when he remembered just who was in there.

"Oh shite!" Cal said, and quickly opened up his body's system "manager." Applications like these were essential for quarians monitoring their physiology. And with the amount of implants they had in their forms, they had unique control over most of their form. Extra acid production in the stomach was very useful in processing live prey like Markus and killing any harmful bacteria. But, the opposite was required for now. With a few key presses, the belly would die down and seemingly relaxing with it's churning. Instead, it returned to it's idle squeezes, much more comfortable now.

Markus would see a message appear on his omnitool. He lifted his arm from the pooling tea and checked it. "Sorry about that. Got distracted by a conversation with someone. Should be safe now. TOTES NOT TRYING TO KILL YOU!!!!" Followed by a series of emoticons composed of quarian script, looking similar to the masked face of a quarian crying. This got a chuckle out of Markus who sent Cal a blue heart in response. With that handled, he nestled in, hearing another few gulps from high, and the familiar trickle of fluid splashing into the stomach with him, followed by a lite, rapid series of splatters. A chewed boba ball landed into the stomach, followed by a whole one, landing between Markus' legs. It seemed it would get a little cramped in here soon.

Cal walked out of the bar, the stomach swaying with each step like a hammock. Markus watched the pool he stewed in slosh left and right, lapping at his shoulder and knees, while the occasiona refreshing splash of more drink spilled in.
Though, Cali"Bahn decided against drowning his little friend in tea, and tossed aside the cup into the trash after getting halfway. It was mostly just to convey the human into him anyways. Still, peace overtook Markus, who slowly began to snooze in the stomach. Cal recognized the slowing of rubs in his abdomen as he entered his cozy apartment. With a gentle pat, he stirred Markus awake once more.

"Wanna spend the night in there little guy? I can get you out in the morning if you remind me you're there. And of course I'll always be happy to do the deed if you wanna... 'stay.'" Cal chuckled a bit, not really knowing if he should say that really. But he shrugged, knowing Markus understood. "If you do wanna 'stay.' Just keep quiet in there during breakfast, or let me know now and I can get things going."

There was a moment as Cali got comfortable in his home, waiting for Markus' response. A brief message appeared on his omnitool. "I'll stay the night if you don't mind. We'll see in the morning alright?"

Cal nodded and gave his abdomen another pat beneath his cloak. With a tired sigh, he pulled himself into bed, warmed pleasantly in his suit and relaxing as exhaustion took him. Another message appeared on his tool, and he glanced at it with a warm smile. "Thanks big guy. This is just what I needed tonight." And another blue heart followed the text.

The glowing eyes closed, and Cali'Bahn settled, comfortable, and ready to see what tomorrow brings.

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Another pic of Cal from  Eyeofcalamity who does this fellow so damn well. This is probably the most comfortable instance of vore I've ever gotten and man he just looks so cute! Annnnnd of course I evidently have a fetish for boba tea in these situations too i guess?

Anyways, this pic will be safe, as  JordilianVector's Markus is nice and cozy in his little quarian hideaway at the moment. Sometimes that little guy is too cute to digest damnit :U

Big thanks again to  EyeofCalamity for making this. And I hope y'all like the little blurb I added with it!

OH ALSO I"M RETCONNING CAL'S ACCENT TO BE LIGHT IRISH DON'T @ ME