At the spaceport 2

By Strega

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, Randy's shift had just ended, and as usual he was camped out at one of the sidewalk tables alien-watching.

It was the chief benefit of working at the Mohave spaceport, to his thinking.  Yes, you got a well-paid job, even if you were just a short order cook like himself, and yes, you got to see the hundred classes of spacecraft come and go, everything from personal interplanetary cutters no bigger than an RV all the way up to kilometer-long freighters picking up prefabricated components for the massive new solar power array at the L1 Lagrangian point. Forty percent of the Earth's power requirements now came from that one array and five more were planned when it was done.

You even got to see actual warships, mostly the sixty-thousand-ton Systemships that lacked a jump drive but made up for it with speed and a massive armament for their size.  Earth and the Sol system were still probationary members of the Commonwealth and only a few small patrol ships were all-human now.  Most warships were crewed by aliens, with maybe one or two humans on board.

How he envied them.  Randy watched two Mrish pad by on all fours, politely conversing in English though their fanged muzzles gave their words a snarling accent. They looked something like man-sized carnivorous squirrels, though he'd seen a documentary that said they were more like oversized pine martens mixed with cat and skunk. At one of the sidewalk tables a Trisstan snake-man sat curled up, gesturing with a manipulative tentacle at a holo-display hovering over its table as a seven-hundred-pound space weasel looked on.  Three of the crablike, many-legged Xsir who he'd heard were the foremost polity in the Galaxy hitched a ride on the six-legged weasel's green fur.

Randy was a xenophile and knew it.  How he longed to have a date with any one of them!  Mrish, at least, were free-wheeling sexually and he'd heard many tales of them hooking up with humans.  They had elaborate marriage and dating structures that resembled molecular diagrams more than the simpler human pairings and humans fit into their network of lovers just fine.  Falan, the big space weasels, were handsome in a feral way and despite their great serrated fangs and sharp claws on all six of their paws he wouldn't turn down a chance to visit with one.  Even the snake men, the crabs, and the less often seen races...Randy wasn't picky.  

One of these days his efforts to get hired on a trade ship would meet with success and then he'd be the only human, most likely, in a crew full of aliens, and then hopefully he'd find out if some of the stories were true. Maybe he'd end up with a bunch of uninterested shipmates.  Maybe not.

What he really liked were the bears.  His breath caught in his throat as a massive Mwee beartaur appeared from behind him and sat to talk with the three crabs on the weasel's back.  This Mwee was pure white, not pastel like the ones who worked at the embassy down the block, and was most definitely male. He couldn't see the thick sheath from behind but the humanoid half lacked breasts and you couldn't miss the ponderous furry testes bulging from beneath the bear's stubby tail. Male mwee were hung to elephantine proportions and this one was huge even for that species. A hint of black skin showed through dense white fur and Randy resisted the urge to reach out and fondle one of the basketball-sized orbs. Good natured as Mwee were you didn't trifle with a fifteen-hundred-pound beartaur.

The xsir were too small and too alien to vocalize in English but they had translators fastened to their shells and for perhaps a minute they had a conversation about trade tariffs with the mwee.  Randy was vastly more interested in the bear's testicles than taxes and something, maybe the change in his breathing, alerted the mwee to his excitement.  A furry ear flipped around to point at him.

"One moment," the bear growled, and its bearman-half swiveled around atop its feral torso so it could look at him. Even sitting down it was seven feet tall and despite his xenophilia Randy eased back a bit as bright blue eyes above a wide black nosepad looked him over.

"You," growled the mwee, "Smell like food."

"He does!" said the space weasel, and hissed out a chuckle.  Its mouthful of fangs gave it a pronounced lisp.  Ink-dark eyes in a muzzled face studied him and Randy was somehow sure the weasel was a female.  Many of the alien races had more or fewer genders - Xsir supposedly had twelve - but several of the furry ones including the weasels, mwee and mrish had males and females as humans did. They just didn't have obvious signs of gender like the beartaur's massive balls.

"Mustn't eat our hosts," said the translator on a crab's back.  "Much paperwork to be done when you do."

"Spoilsport," hissed the weasel good-naturedly.  "I hardly ever get to eat humans."

She shot him a last amused glance and went back to looking at the snakeman's holo-diagram, but the beartaur didn't lose interest in Randy.

"What I meant is that you must be a cook," growled the mwee.  "I am Rorsha, master of the trade ship Splendid." He offered a black-padded hand with fingers thick as Randy's wrists and Randy shook it, glad that mwee possessed fingernails instead of claws.

"Randy," Randy said.  "I work here at the diner.  I just got off shift." And am alien-watching, he did not say.

"I am staying at the embassy," Rorsha growled.  "My ship has an opening for a cook's assistant, if you'd like to come there for a brief while and discuss it."

Randy was on his feet before the last word left the beartaur's muzzle.  "I would."

"See you tomorrow Randy," Dolores called from the diner delivery window, and Randy waved as he followed a hypnotically swaying set of furry balls - and the beartaur attached to them of course - down the sidewalk. None of the other aliens paid them the least attention and if they passed anyone on the walk Randy didn't notice.  He just paced along, hoping his erection wasn't too obvious.

There was a security guard at the embassy entrance and that he did notice, because it was another male mwee, this one with cinnamon-colored fur and a more military-looking harness than Rorsha's simple gray one. They were waved through with little ceremony and the long-tailed furry creature running the greeting desk just made a check mark on a virtual entry roster and otherwise ignored them. Shortly after that they were in a room with a holographic 'window', chairs and hassocks for various sizes of butts and bodies but little else.

"Back in a moment," Rorsha growled.  "I forgot my AI assistant."

The overhead light flickered irritatingly as the door whooshed shut behind the bear's butt and a moment later the door opened once more as Rorsha returned.

"Now," the bear growled, "I wasn't lying about that opening.  But let's talk about why you really followed me."

"I don't know what you're," Randy began, but as the bear sat in front of him his eyes dropped involuntarily to its belly. The beartaur's quadrupedal stance left its sheath in view from the front and he found it very hard to look away from a fleshy black cocktip as thick as a man's thigh.

"I can smell your lust," Rorsha growled.  "You can touch it if you like. Whether you do or not will not change whether I hire you."

Randy was already leaning forward to get a closer look and the beartaur grunted his amusement and rose to all fours to let Randy crawl beneath him. The bear's sheath was in proportion to its massive balls and the second Randy reached out to stroke its fur a great column of black meat slithered forth. The sheath retracted as it did leaving what must be four feet of massive member bending back and forth, muscular and mobile as a tentacle.

But it was most definitely a penis and Randy was as interested in male beartaurs as he was in the female whose great purple clam of a sex he occasionally ogled as she passed by the diner.  The mwee let out an approving growl as Randy gripped the massive fleshy shaft and hugged it to his chest.  Glutenous milky fluid drooled from the tip as the bear grew aroused and the sight and musky smell of the massive cock almost made Randy come right in his pants.

He was humping the great black shaft when the thigh-thick tip curled around toward his face.  Randy watched, fascinated, as the tip split into four tentacles like a flower opening. Each tentacle was still as wide as his ankle and he did not resist as they reached out to caress his face. In the center of them was a purple-black void which dripped alien precum.  Alien was the word for the whole experience, the shaggy white beartaur, the bizarre tentacled tip, the weight of the man-sized cock pressed against his chest and groin. 

He grinding against its base and seconds from orgasm when the tentacles ceased feeling his face and slithered above and below his ears on each side. He was still smiling as they took a firm grip but that smile disappeared along with his face as the thick black shaft suddenly lurched forward.  The black void in the center of the tentacles expanded into a fleshy maw and before he could even flinch the beartaur's cock swallowed his entire head.  

Randy went stiff beneath the beartaur's belly as two very bad things happened simultaneously.  The first was the four penis tentacles slithering down over his shoulders to grip onto his shirt and tug and the second was a great muscular contraction in the walls of the cock that surrounded him. He was sucked deeper, the thick black shaft expanding over his shoulders, and salty fluid filled his mouth as the beartaur's cock set about swallowing him whole.

The bear was aroused, so aroused it began to hump even as Randy was devoured.  That helped push the cock over him, not that it needed the help.   Its inner walls pulsated in a peristaltic rhythm as it worked itself over his upper arms, gripping down tight at one ring of muscle and relaxing the next to ease itself over another inch of his body.  Thick rubbery cockflesh pressed in around him, trapping his arms to his sides, and the already long member stretched bonelessly to engulf more of him. With a wet slurp his groin was sucked in and despite the horror of the situation Randy began to thrust, grinding his comparatively tiny erection against the inner flesh of the vastly larger cock as it consumed him. Though his arms were pinned to his sides he at least managed to hook the waistband of his pants down and free his cock to thrust against slick bearflesh.

With a husky grunt he heard even though he was waist-deep in its cock the beartaur arched, shuddered, and ejaculated...or tried to. The salty fluid squeezing its way into Randy's mouth and nose was suddenly even hotter and thicker, but the beartaur goo could not push past the cork he made in the penis's bottle. It filled every nook and cranny of his face and seeped between his skin and the surrounding flesh, where it acted as a lubricant as the cock continued to swallow him. Though the beartaur's balls had made a heroic effort to squirt him out with the cum the muscular walls of its cock had other ideas and slurped up his legs like a pair of long, cloth-covered noodles. The heel of one sneaker caught for a moment and then with a last peristaltic ripple his feet followed the rest into the long dark gullet of the bear's predatory cock.

For a moment he lay there, stretched out in a form-fitting sheath of distended black flesh, face and neck bathed in pent-up beartaur semen. The bear's elephantine shaft had stretched from four to six feet to engulf him and now resembled a stylized figure of a man, all details blurred by the two-inch-thick layer of cock stretched over him. The hot sticky interior of the predatory penis squeezed in on Randy from all sides with a helpless whimper he thrust a last few times and came, squirting his seed past the waistband of his pants and onto the already slippery inner wall of the cock.

A moment later the beartaur's massive cock pulsated again, but in a different way. Now it began to retract, pulling itself back into the white-furred sheath and taking him with it.  With no idea of what was to happen next save that it was likely to be bad for him Randy squirmed, fruitlessly trying to push his feet back out of the now closed tentacle-mouth.

As he tried to escape at one end his head was pulled into the even tighter confines of the sheath by the retracting cock at the other and there it encountered a rubbery sphincter of an obstruction.  This expanded to allow his face past much as the tentacle maw had and first his head, then neck and shoulders and eventually the rest of him was pushed past by the return of the cock to both its original length and its sheath. Bit by bit he was forced to curl up and it was not until a last contraction of the beartaur's cock squeezed his feet in after that he realized where he was.  

Randy was curled up in a ball, wrapped in thin-stretched flesh and fur and very clearly dangling mostly outside of the beartaur's body.  Somehow the cock had swallowed him right into the bear's scrotum.

Under other circumstances Randy would find that idea arousing but those circumstances included being able to breathe, as opposed to having every available nook of his body filled with the bear cum that had tried and failed to escape when it came. He squirmed and kicked, but the cum was as frictionless as oil and he simply couldn't get any leverage or cause the beartaur any apparent discomfort at all. And as he squirmed, things somehow got even worse.

The thick goo occupying the balls clung to him like a second skin and very quickly he realized it was doing more than that.  There was no pain, but as he struggled he felt his fingers begin to melt away, becoming more bear cum.  His clothes provided only momentary protection before they too softened into goo and bit by bit, though he struggled to the very last, the rapidly accelerating dissolution consumed him from the outside in.  Only a few minutes after the cock swallowed him there was no trace of him at all save the now grotesquely outsized bear scrotum drooping beneath the bear's tail, swollen with many new gallons of semen.

The overhead light flickered annoyingly as the doors swooshed shut behind the beartaur's butt and Randy took a moment to look around.  Some of the hassocks were easily large enough to accommodate even a mwee and one was big enough for several. Others were of more modest size and an occasional strand of fur clung to the fabric, showing the many colors of creature rested here.

He'd just begun to consider trying out one of the hassocks when the doors whooshed open once more to admit not the well-hung mwee but the long-tailed creature from the front desk.  The furry, vaguely ferret-like biped ducked its muzzle apologetically before speaking.  "I am sorry to say that Captain Rorsha was  called back to his ship due to a mechanical emergency.  He expresses his regrets that he was not able to interview you.  By way of compensation he has requested that we ask for you whenever we may need a food delivery, as he attests that the smells from your restaurant are appealing. The tips will be generous."

"Oh," said Randy, both disappointed and elated that he'd probably be called back to the embassy, and its sexy alien staff, regularly.  "Thank you."

"I will show you the way out," purred the creature, which was of some obscure species Randy didn't know, and when he followed it - her? - into the hall he was too distracted by her swishing tail and brief glimpses of possible genitalia to notice that he was one door further down the hall than he remembered.  There were several identical doors here side by side and he'd only been here once.

Rorsha sat in the first of those rooms, resting rather inelegantly on newly swollen balls. His weight forced out what little air had gone down with its meal and his sheath belched briefly, sending a few droplets of cum flying. A little - hardly more than a cup really - of it had drooled out of him during and after that meal and he waved away the little cleaning bot that rolled over to the puddle of goo. This left him in peace to lick it off the floor.  Waste not, want not, and the extensive body mods he'd gotten to let him swallow people with his cock and convert them to cum included processing swallowed cum right back into more cum if he so desired. Or just into calories.  He could absorb what used to be Randy, suck himself off and swallow it, or...

The door whooshed open and one of the embassy staff padded in, a pink mwee-femme named Anja.   She took one look at him and grinned.  "You know," she growled, "That body mod is considered frivolous for a reason.  An internal connection that sends them to your stomach is more practical.  What are you going to do with all that cum in your balls?"

"Do you have a suggestion?" Rorsha rose to all fours, stretching so his fat balls swayed and as if by chance letting his thick black cocktip slip back into view. Like the color of his pelt and so many other things Mwee that of his shaft was a fashion choice; black stood out better against his pale fur than a natural pink. 

"My goodness no," Anja purred, and made a show of bending down to eye the still-damp spots where he had licked the floor clean. No doubt it was by chance that she turned her rump to him to do it, and that one of her hindpaws stepped forward in such a way that the moist folds of her sex gaped for a moment.

The stylized dance of foreplay proceeded as it usually did with Mwee, the two 'accidentally' jostling against each other as they moved into position to mate. Both sexes were of equal size and strength and if the female chose not to accept the male that was the end of it but she did not object when his forepaws wrapped around the barrel of her body and both beartaurs growled as he unsheathed into her. She twisted her head around for a tongue kiss and his huge hands slid beneath her arms to grip her furry breasts. Taur mating is a complex thing; the lower half knows its job but the question is what to do with the humanoid half. Neither of them was new at this, though, and they nuzzled and fondled one another as their lower halves humped enthusiastically. 

A male mwee's penis is large for a reason.  A newborn mwee is heavier than the average adult human and to stimulate such a large vagina to orgasm and ovulation required a lot of meat. There were a hundred mwee body mods devoted just to sex and kinks but not one was required to explain the length and girth of Rorsha's shaft.  Massive though his cock appeared to humans it was perfectly average and perfectly suited to the task at hand.  That it could swallow a man whole was something else entirely.

No sooner was he in Anja and humping than her sex gripped down and did its level best to suck him cockfirst into her snatch, for his was not the only set of modified genitals here.  Were he smaller and weaker he might be pulled to a gurgling digestive fate but all it accomplished was to milk him closer to orgasm with every slurp.

"Damn, woman," Rorsha panted.  "Have pity, if you want this to last."

Anja giggled, but she did ease up.  "I told you that little man would walk right into your cock if you gave him a chance.  He's been into every natural mwee orifice there is, though he doesn't remember it. Into my sex, up the junior ambassador's ass, into Fhaz's cock and now into yours.  Actually, weirdly enough, I don't think anyone has just plain swallowed him."

"But he doesn't remember, because you have these duplication rooms," Rorsha growled, well into his rhythm and pumping hard into her as she just as eagerly pushed back into his thrusts.

"And other such tricks," the mwee-femme growled. "The Commonwealth knows what we do, but they can't admit it publicly.  We're discreet, we reform our prey, they keep their mouths shut, we provide useful trade services, everyone is happy."

"If Randy knew what was going to happen and that he'd reform, he'd probably be happy too," said Rorsha, whose haunches began to shiver as he approached the end.

"Take him to your ship then," Anja growled, and she too let out a whine as she neared her passion. Intentionally or not her carnivorous pussy began to grip down again, trying to swallow him as it had swallowed Randy on more than one occasion. "Swear him to silence, add him to your harem. If he's not happy, revert him to an earlier image that doesn't know what happened and return him to Earth."

It was the way of things.  Mwee medical tech advanced even by Commonwealth standards allowed for both amusing body mods and easy reformation of prey.  Most mwee shipfolk had at least one very willing lover and meal. Here on Earth they needed to be discreet, not so on a mwee trade ship.

The dense white fur on Rorsha's haunches twitched as the big thigh muscles spasmed, forcing him into her to the balls. There was no stopping it now and a feral growl vibrated his barrel chest as the first great spurt of beartaur cum gouted into her, followed by a second and a third.  Normally that would be about all of it but he had gallons of converted human to spend and he arched and shuddered for a full minute. When he finally dismounted, panting, his balls were back to their usual size and there was a bulge in Anja's belly that wasn't there before. 

"Then again," Anja said weakly, sprawled out on her side where she'd slumped as he shot the last few quarts of used-to-be-Randy into her, "Maybe that mod does have its advantages." There was a faint gurgle as her modified womb began to process its meal, which had the mass and caloric content of Randy in a more easily digested liquid form. Her mods made it quite impossible for her to become pregnant, but they were easily reversed should the mood strike her and allowed for consequence-free dalliances like this one.   Consequence-free except to the people sucked into her sex, anyway. 

"I'll show you another trick sometime," Rorsha growled.  "We'd need someone as prey for that, too.  It's called 'wrestling match'."

"Oh!  I've heard of that one.  You pull someone into your cock and mount me, and we compete to see if I can suck them out of you before you swallow them into your balls or stomach."

"We can't call Randy back so soon.  It'd look suspicious," Rorsha mused.

Anja touched a control on the broad tech-filled wristbands she, like most mwee wore.  "Jadia, if you're off shift and free, come to meeting room one please."

A moment later the door swished open and there was the front desk receptionist, who was of a bio-engineered race originally created for microgravity work, explaining the long prehensile tail. Jadia the silkie's long white whiskers bristled with curiosity and with one glance at the lovers she grasped why she was there.  "Ah, and who am I to end up inside tonight, mmm?"

"I don't really know," Anja said.  "Let's find out." 

With that Jadia stepped forward, smiling, with a tail-flick signaling anticipation. You didn't have to be willing prey to work for the mwee, or prey at all for that matter, but it certainly made things more fun if you were.