At the spaceport 4
By Strega

Randy considered the few items of clothing left to stuff into his backpack.  He'd already packed underwear, socks and a spare pair of shorts.  His toothbrush and other toiletries were in the pack's outer pouch. That just left T-shirts.  He decided on an old convention T-Shirt to go with a plain black one.  He'd only been 16 when he went to that furry con and two weeks later the aliens made first contact. That was ten years ago and the world had changed since then.  There were still furry conventions but his attention turned firmly to real life aliens the second they showed up.

He smiled as he folded the shirts.  The skunkette on the con T-shirt bore more than a superficial resemblance to Jadia, the Silkie he'd met at the mwee embassy.  He'd lusted after the staff there since the moment he saw the beartaurs and their furry associates but it was a dream come true to think that he'd actually made it with one of them. But he had!  Now Jadia had invited him to a weekend trip to a 'recreation platform' in orbit.  That had to mean that more exciting alien sex was in the offing.

He whistled jauntily as he locked his apartment. He didn't know it was the last time he'd ever see it. His videos, his posters, his clothes.  He'd never need them again.

It was nine AM and already almost ninety degrees out.  Mohave had appealingly wide vistas of desert, which is why the spaceport was here, but it did get hot. Then there was the almost daily desert winds.  They were still dismantling the last of hundreds of wind turbines on the slopes of the Tehachapi mountains nearby.  With the new fusion reactors, considered so low-tech by the Commonwealth that they readily shared the plans, there was little need for the bird mincing windmills.

A quarter mile from his apartment the temperature abruptly dropped fifteen degrees. The embassy row sat at a constant 75 degrees Fahrenheit based on a consensus between the locals (meaning him and other humans) and various aliens. Some small parts of it were even cooler while the reptilian Trisstans preferred it warmer. Force field based climate control made this district a very popular living space and as a result Randy couldn't afford the rent there.  He at least had a job right in the middle of the place, which was how he'd met Jadia and her beartaur employers.

Of course, they weren't the only aliens here. The "Big Three" were the Xsir bug/crabs, the Trisstan snakemen and the Hestan cat-people, though he'd read that the hestans suffered so badly in the Great War that they were well behind the other two now. Then there were the Mrish, most of which looked something like man-sized carnivorous squirrels, the disturbingly human looking Ellaree, the 'big six legged weasel' Falan and others.

His favorite was, as always, the mwee.  As he made his way to the embassy he spotted a mwee trader with striped black and white fur chatting at a sidewalk cafe. Only his sunglasses and considerable practice let him conceal his interest in the beartaur's bowling-ball-sized testicles.  Most aliens lacked obvious sexual dimorphism or external genitals.  You couldn't tell a male from a female mrish without peeking under their tail but there was no such confusion with mwee. 

He could only guess how big the bear's cock must be but the great purple clams of female beartaur sexes gave him a pretty good idea. He could easily stuff his whole head into a mwee-femme's snatch. One of these days maybe he'd even get the chance.

Soon after tearing his eyes off the furry beartaur scrotum he arrived at the embassy. His ID bracelet chirped, the door slid open and he found an unfamiliar mwee manning the security kiosk. Usually it was Fhaz but this one had lemon-yellow fur instead of cinnamon. Fur color was a cosmetic choice for most aliens and he had no idea what a mwee's natural color was, if they even had one after centuries or millennia of genetic tinkering.

"I'm Tzuri," the mwee growled. "They're waiting for you in meeting room two."

"Thanks," Randy said, while thinking 'They?'

'They' turned out to be Jadia, Fhaz, the pink female mwee who worked here, a pure white mwee and even the junior ambassador - Hrafa, Randy thought was his name.  They were arranged in an arc with the door - and him - in the middle.  "Um, hello," he said uncertainly.

"Have a seat dear," Jadia purred, and waved to the lone chair in front of him.  "In case you're wondering, I lied.  You aren't here for a weekend trip. This is a job interview."

"A job interview?" Randy collapsed into the chair.  He was so close to the mwee he could smell them, not to mention ogle the female's great swell of breasts and the three male sheaths in plain view between their forepaws.  "But I've hardly been here.  Half of you I don't even know.  How can you know I'd be...what?" The white mwee was struggling to contain his laughter and the others grinned.  Even Jadia giggled.

"You know all of us," Hrafa said.  "This is Rorsha, captain of the trade ship Splendid. Adja, staff superintendent."  Those were the white furred male and pink female respectively. "Myself you know, and Jadia and Fhaz.  What you don't remember is how well you know us."

"I don't -" Randy shut up as the ambassador gestured.  Several hovering holoscreens sprang into existence. They showed things.  Terrible, exciting things.

Adja, her great clam of a sex spread wide, backing up until someone - him! - was pinned to a wall.  With a squelch he disappeared headfirst into her snatch to the armpits, and the bear-femme groaned as a visible contraction in her vulva sucked him deeper.

On another screen the junior ambassador sat down atop a seated man - again, him! The beartaur's pink star of an asshole expanded easily and that Randy disappeared to the waist.  As the ambassador stood once more he watched in a mixture of horror and arousal as the other version of himself was pulled into the bear's asshole and devoured.  The other him was enthusiastically humping the beartaur's scrotum even as he disappeared.

On the first screen he disappeared in one long slurp, swallowed whole by Adja's pussy, and on the third screen he saw himself pinned beneath Captain Rorsha's elephantine penis.  When the tip spread open to reveal a tentacled maw he knew what was about to happen and sure enough the other him, though happily rubbing his little penis against the much larger one, was slowly transformed into a long bulge in the black shaft.

In each case the other version of him didn't seem to realize what was happening until much too late to save himself. By the time they started to struggle they were half swallowed and each bear easily completed its meal.

Randy sat back and watched the endings of it all.  The recordings were so timed that he was able to watch his feet slither into Adja's sex, then look to the next screen and see them disappear into the ambassador's asshole, then to the third and see the swollen penis pulsate and shrink back to its normal thickness as it swallowed him. In that case he saw the beartaur's balls swell as he slid into the scrotum while in the first two cases the bears were so large there was simply no sign that a man was just eaten whole by a pussy and an asshole respectively.  On a thousand-pound-plus bear even the new droop to the belly was easily missed. 

The long belch that emerged from Adja's pussy on the screen made him start, and it was followed a moment later by a fart and a burping cock.  Randy looked away from the screens and found all three of the male mwee in the room were visibly and unapologetically aroused.  Not as excited as the ones on the screen, though. Those versions of Rorsha and the ambassador had ejaculated voluminously as their meals concluded. In the case of Rorsha it seemed cum is a good way to lube up a man so your cock can swallow him. As for Hrafa, maybe he just liked sucking people into his ass a whole lot.

"You have been up my ass six times," the ambassador said.  "Adja's pussy has eaten you five times, Fhaz's cock four times and Captain Rorsha's once.  And Jadia..."

The silkie, standing behind him, leaned forward and gave his ear a lick.  "Last week, after we had sex, I swallowed you whole.  I had to use my mouth, not like these deviants," she giggled as she waved at the mwee.  "The result was the same though. I just need longer to digest a man than they do."

"This can't be real." Randy went to stand, but the surprisingly strong silkie hands on his shoulders held him in the chair.  "I know I like being around aliens a lot," he said, and managed not to glance down at the bulge in his shorts where his penis had sprung to attention, "But that's no reason to make fun of me."

"Randy, dear," Jadia said as she stepped around in front of him.  "The last thing we want to do is make fun of you." She leaned forward to kiss his forehead, and before Randy could move her jaws slid over the top of his head.  In an instant his face was pressed against her tongue, his skull held between her fangs and with a great contraction of her throat muscles she swallowed his entire head.

That wasn't all she did.  As she began to feed her long prehensile tail wrapped around him where he sat and a strong silkie hand grabbed the one wrist he had free of it. Her other hand slid beneath his waistband and he was so hard from watching himself be eaten on the screens he couldn't keep from thrusting against her grip. Her jaws were working their way over his shoulders and his face slithered deeper into the wet chute of her gullet but Randy was so horny from watching the beartaurs eat his other selves that he kept thrusting against her hand and the soft (but strong!) furry tail rubbing his groin  as her unhinged jaws slid down his chest.  Copious amounts of saliva flowed down his belly, sticking his shirt to his skin and slicking him down for easy ingestion.

It was stupid. He knew it was stupid.  He should fight, get free. But even as his head slipped into her stomach he knew all he'd ever wanted was to fuck aliens and when she pulled his shorts down he thrust hard into her throat though it helped her swallow him. When he came, scarcely a minute after her jaws opened, his cock was wholly down her gullet and she was lifting his legs with her hands to let them slip more easily into her jaws.  Finally he began to kick, but that furry python of a tail wrapped itself around his calves. Only the part of him that was currently being eaten was free to move and Jadia swallowed, taking in his knees.  He was almost entirely inside her now and as her tail finally let go she finished peeling his shorts off, taking his shoes and socks almost as an afterthought.  The silkie tensed as his feet slid into her jaws and with one last gulp Jadia ate him whole.

"God," Randy muttered as he came to rest in her stomach.  The silkie was no bigger than he was and he felt the vast bulge he made in her normally slim body.  There couldn't be more than an inch of muscle and fur between him and the outside air but the slippery belly walls around him were strong and he stung wherever the fluids contacted his skin.  "Why?  I just wanted to be friends."

And lovers, he didn't say, but his body knew what he wanted. Mixed with the digestive fluids slowly beginning to consume him was a load of his own cum and he gripped a cock slippery with her belly juices and began to pump. He was just food now but he was food for a sexy alien and jerked harder and harder until with a groan and shudder he came a second time, not two minutes after the first.  As though she were waiting for it Jadia let out a long burp and the walls pressed in.  As he faded into darkness, still cumming, Randy heard the gurgle as her body went to work on its meal.

There was a flicker of consciousness, and...

"Jesus!" Randy stood bolt upright, awakened as from a dream.  But it wasn't one. Directly in front of him was Jadia, midsection swollen in a shape that could be only one thing. Here he was, naked from the waist down (Jadia handed over his shorts and shoes) and there in from of him was the silkie, yawning to rehinge her jaws after her meal.

He glanced behind him, drawn by a sound, and found a train of mwee.  Fhaz was fucking Adja with a thick slippery black cock bigger than Randy's leg and Hrafa was buggering Fhaz. "Pardon," the junior ambassador said conversationally, "But watching you get eaten raised certain urges." A little ways away Captain Rorsha was curled down over himself with half his own elephantine cock swallowed.  "Give us a minute and we'll get right back to you."

With the mwee powerfully distracted and Jadia too full to come after him Randy thought about running.  His bracelet was still on his wrist and his shirt on his chest though both were presumably also in Jadia's stomach and the bracelet ought to get him through the door.  He'd just have to get past the new mwee security guard, no small feat but maybe possible. But with four groaning mwee fucking each other and themselves and evidence right in front of him that they'd told the truth about eating him he still found he had no urge to run.  Instead he sat down cross-legged and reached out to feel the bulge he made in Jadia's furry gut.

"You are a good meal," she purred.  "I'm still working off the fat from having you last week, but someone had to show you we're serious.  I was just lucky to be the closest."

"How long will it take," Randy asked, just as a shuddering grunt behind him signalled that at least one mwee had come."And how does it work?"

"Mwee medical technology is the best in known space," the silkie said.  She leaned down and gave his hand a lick.  "Flash reformation of people when they are killed is simple as long as you are within the reach of their scanners.  There can only be one of you, or one of me, but the second we die a copy is made. We also have a transmitter in our heads so even if we die away from the scanners a new us can be made at the embassy or ship with all our memories. Sometimes those memories are tinkered with a bit, but only a bit.  That's why you've been eaten eighteen times but only remember one. Oh, but to answer your question, it took me about two days to digest you last time."

"And have you been eaten?" Randy glanced over his shoulder and saw the ambassador dismount, dragging a four-foot-long penis the thickness of a man's thigh out of Fhaz's asshole.  Fhaz was still enthusiastically humping Adja and Captain Rorsha, having swallowed a load of his own cum, began lazily licking the security guard's furry balls.

"Oh yes. Dozens of times.  I've lost track!" Jadia giggled.  "You don't have to like being eaten to work for the mwee, but it helps."

"Well, here is the question then," Randy said.  He took a moment to pull his underwear and pants back on.  "Does anyone ever not get reformed?"

"I've never done it," she said seriously.  "It'd be murder.  But a friend of mine in Italy, a mrish, had a man who stalked and groped her repeatedly. The police wouldn't do anything about him because the local chief hates aliens. He's gone now. He came after her in an alley and she likes to say she digested him in self defense."

"This is the way of it," said the junior ambassador.  Randy turned where he sat to see Fhaz and Adja tense and shudder in a simultaneous orgasm. The ambassador, massive cock back in its sheath, went on.  "The Commonwealth knows what we do but permits it as long as we are discreet and do not needlessly harm people.  Only on very rare occasions do we kill. But we very much like to eat people. We even eat each other." He nodded, and with a start Randy saw that Adja had Fhaz's head in her jaws and was slowly swallowing him whole. Beartaur fur gradually flattened and disappeared beneath her advancing lips as her jaws worked forward.  She didn't grab or force him, and he didn't struggle to pull out.  It was an entirely consensual meal yet one that would still end with Anja settling down to digest her lover.  Captain Rorsha grinned and gave Fhaz's ass a shove, sending his head and neck down Adja's throat.  That just sped things along, though.  Slowly or quickly, she was eating him.

"I have an opening on my ship," Captain Rorsha growled. The white mwee was the biggest of the four and the damp black tip that bulged out of his sheath was as wide as Randy's thigh.  "The staff here has known about your interest for a year now and had sex and meals of you in various ways. You could not be allowed to remember. If you come work for me, you will remember everything."

"No one will force you," The ambassador said.  "If you say no, one of us will eat you, your memory will be removed and we will bother your next self no further.  But if you say yes you leave Earth with Rorsha.  Eventually you may return, and you may communicate with friends and family, but those communications will be filtered so they don't find out what is happening."

Adja heaved her muzzle upward, managing to lift the slightly larger Fhaz off the ground and gulping with all her might.  His humanoid half was fully swallowed and even his tauric forelegs and chest were half gone.  If he began to struggle now he might just barely squirm back out but he was erect and unsheathed and like Randy he thrust into Adja's throat though he helped her swallow him. His hindpaws kicked as bit by bit Adja ate him alive.  A fifteen hundred pound beartaur would soon become a three thousand pound one, for as long as it took to digest her meal.

Randy watched as Adja got her jaws around Fhaz's rump. In a moment her throat would take a good grip and down he would go. Fhaz was still thrusting, though the way his hindpaws twitched made Randy think he was about to come. Sure enough there was a shudder from beneath Anja's swollen pink fur and the protruding toes curled.  In no special hurry, the pink beartaur lifted her head.  As her muzzle raised Fhaz's own weight sent him sliding ever so slowly down her throat.

"I have one question," Randy said as Fhaz's pink toepads disappeared into Adja's maw. He pointed at Captain Rorsha's protruding tip.  "You can eat people with your cock, right?"

"Certainly," the white-furred mwee said, and his sheath swelled a bit as though in anticipation.  "All of these tricks are done with body mods, but I have that one. That's how I ate you last time."

"That wasn't the question." Randy paused.  "All right, I have a second question.  Is there room enough in your sheath for someone to crawl in next to your cock, and what would happen if I did?"

"Ah," said the captain.  He waited as Anja, her whole tauric torso swollen around her meal, let out a lengthy and remarkably loud burp. Fhaz was gone down her throat, presumably to be reformed in a new body even as his old one got a tour of her digestive tract.  "First, it is elastic enough to hold someone your size.  Second, as I grew hard it would be tight, but not enough to crush you. Third, and most importantly, I have a body mod for that too. There is a mouth inside my sheath and I am afraid that once you were fully inside it I simply could not resist the urge to eat you." He shrugged. "It is a weakness of mine.  In my cock or in my sheath, you'll still end up in my balls."

Randy opened his mouth to ask about that.  How did that part work, exactly?  But he found he didn't really care. He stripped off his shirt and shorts, left them in a pile by his shoes, and watched as Rorsha reached down and stretched his sheath open. The opening was warm and dark and inviting, like a cave.

"I'll need some things from my apartment," he said as he crawled toward the fleshy, fragrant cave.  "And to send some messages."

"Of course," Captain Rorsha said, and stretched his sheath open still wider. There looked to be easily enough room for a man in there. Randy resolved to find out.

He never did make it back to his apartment, or to Earth.  Periodically, though, Randy sent letters.  He never talked much about his crewmates, or his duties, but without fail he'd mention he was happy. Very, very happy.