Here, we have a mass effect AU where vore is common and socially acceptable. there is so little turian vore out there and turians are my absolute, favorite pred. I hope you enjoy reading.

I don't own anything of Mass Effect, I'm just a super fan who incorporated it into my "special" entertainment

Citadel café
Caution: this is a story that contains willing vore, digestion, foodplay, and is set in the mass effect universe. If some or all of this offends or disgusts you, please don’t read. Otherwise, enjoy.

It was another day in the doldrums for Leifkin Zenox. He trudged along the walkway in the presidium, taking in the familiar sights and smells. He loved it all despite the mundane appearance, the sterile, salty scent of a passing hanar, the iconic clipping noises on alien foliage, an occasional dashing diplomat or c-sec officer. Leifkin was a prominent turian stock broker who took residence here on the citadel. His ease of predicting stock fluctuations was attributed to a secret algorithm of his own creation. It led to many successful investments and an exuberant profit that he used on mostly charities and scholarships for the less fortunate, but also luxury items such as his exclusive purple custom omnitool, his fine suit, and the large house on the presidium. Such a place was nigh-impossible to purchase on a space station, but here it was. He stepped inside after hanging up on a salarian client who would never cease to speak, the words dashing from his earpiece into his brain as the fast amphibian finished his rant.
“I understand your concern, but rest assured, your money is in safe hands. I have to go now, I have many clients waiting to see me,” Leifkin lied, deactivating his device and relaxing on his couch. As a breath left his lungs, he noticed a familiar emptiness in his midsection. This wasn’t mere hunger that pierced at his senses, crying out for nourishment. It was a feeling of solidarity, emptiness that could be filled with one thing. Although, loud rumble sounded, showing the normal hunger as well. Tonight would be a nice dinner. He reactivated his omnitool, making a call. The phone could not be answered faster as the host on the other line answered.
“Thank you for calling the Citadel Café, my name is Korin. May I have your name?” A dual harmonic, feminine voice replied. Leifkin knew the turian on the other line well and affectionately.
“Ah Korin, it’s me Leif,” he replied.
“Mr. Zenox! Greetings, how is your day today?”
“Dull, so it was good in my books. And, again, please call me Leif Korin. I was hoping to place a reservation tonight, do you have any openings there?”
“Oh of course, would you like your usual seat here?”
“Yes hun, and the usual…partner species as well.”
“Very well sir, we have a lucky human who just came in as well. I’m sure you will enjoy his company.”
“Thank you Korin, I look forward to you being my server again.”
“Hehe, thank you Mr. Zenox, maybe someday you will be interested in our other services as well.” She spoke in a teasing manner, but not a sexual one.
“Someday Korin, but not today.” Leif replied, chuckling under his breath and disconnecting the call. She never had to tell him the price, it was always the same when he went there.
…
Brian was a simple, middle class human. He lived alone, had an average job working books at the corporate office of some paper shipping company. He was bored, yet happy with his life now, but felt a unique calling of humans in his mind for months now, a constant nagging in the back of his mind, jarred by a loud clanging knock on the translucent glass window of his cubicle. He jumped in his seat and turned to see the massive face of a drell named Felin, his boss and friend. “Oh sorry bud, I just wanted to let you know its quitting time,” Felin spoke with the vibrato tone amongst drell.
“Oh thanks man, mind carrying me to the car?”
“Heh, I know you love being in my hands,” he replied, coyly referring to their casual, partially romantic relationship. Brian smirked and stepped into the giant’s hand from his elevated workspace.
In this universe, humans were introduced to the other races of the galaxy through the mass relays, the intergalactic travel system. They first encountered the turians, acting in fear and firing upon. The humans then entered a war and were easily crushed but the militaristic race due to the fact that their size was abnormally small compared to the rest of the galaxy, standing at 6 inches in comparison. The turians then enslaved the humans, using them as a delicacy food item for many years. For a time, humans lived amongst the turians as second class citizens as this practice continued. Soon, it became commonplace for the humans to be picked up off the street and swallowed on the spot and humans accepted their role as foodstuffs. The intergalactic council dragged its feet to intervene, not wanting to agitate the turians as well as they enjoyed humans as well. However, they eventually amend various constitutions to make the humans equal again and soon are assimilated into society. Their preylike natures remained ingrained into their minds thanks to turian indoctrination, and are often found throwing themselves at the larger spieces, hoping to fulfil this instinct. This was the same feeling in Brian’s mind today and it finally reached its tipping point. As he sat in the drell’s hand, he petted the smooth, scaly surface, enjoying the sway of his walk as he broke the news. “Felin, I think I’m going to get myself eaten tonight.”
Felin looked at the human and gave a mock stare of shock followed by his snarky smile. “Aw, and you didn’t ask me to be the one to eat you? Brian I’m hurt.” He said sarcastically.
“You’re a vegetarian Felin,” Brian replied, deadpan.
“You still could have asked.”
“Okay, will you eat me tonight Felin?” There was sarcasm in Brian’s voice, but a twinge of hope as well. He had never considered Felin as his predator because of his diet, but he was open to the option.
“Nope, I’m a vegetarian remember?”
“Douche.”
“Snack.” The child like insults were ended quickly, they were comfortable with each other enough to make these comments, but the tone shifted fast.
They arrived at Felin’s modest skycar, and got in, a little more slowly than usual, almost as if to savor this moment, a final ride between the two friends. Felin sat in his seat and set Brian on the dashboard, unbuttoning his jacket, revealing his scaly abdomen, resembling that of a human’s. He then moved Brian back towards him, setting the meek human on his gut to take in the sight. “I imagine that since you never get to go inside, you’d at least want a look at it,” he reasoned, nonchalantly taking off and beginning their journey home.
Brian sat against the gut, smiling happily at his friend and gently petting the stomach. It was soft and warm to the touch, uplifting his spirit and relaxing his muscles. He imagined the food that did get to be eaten: a wet pile of chewed veggies, fruits, and bread, maybe some cheese, lots of crackers. They soaked up the wet foods and made it easier on the drier associated drell diet. He lost himself in the image, entranced by the idea and soon found himself at home. “Boy, you’re distracted today,” Felin observed. Brian shook himself awake and found himself again in the hand, elevated to Felin’s face, only to see the smirk once more and soon a wide open mouth replaced it, granting Brian a magnificent view into the alien’s maw. The tongue was angular and almost pointed, similar to a human’s but sharper. There were more pointed teeth and black lines along the inside of his maw; internal patterns of pigments that made points on the inside of his cheeks and trail back into the cavernous throat. Brian was placed on the slimy tongue and gasped out of shock. Was his friend going to change his mind about eating him? He pulled his legs into the mouth and the lips sealed behind him. The room flexed and tilted to Felin’s subtle head bobs and saliva seeped into Brian’s clothes. A “mmhhh” sounded around Brian before light had shone into the mouth again and he was pulled out, a thick strand of drell spit following. “Well that was tasty, now I’m regretting some life choices,” Felin broke the awkward silence between the two.
“Wow…that was nice Felin but now I have to shower. I doubt someone would want to have drell spit coated human for dinner tonight.”
“Why not, you’re into it.” He winked and stepped out the door, leaving the human with a casual goodbye and flying away as Brian stepped inside to get ready for his plans for this evening.
…
Leifkin stepped into the doors, breathing deeply at the garlicy scent of the restaurant. Various herbs and spices could be detected as he approached the sweet smelling, red marking adorned turian. She was dressed in a high class waitress outfit and bore a smile on her face. “Mr. Zenox, what a pleasure to see you again!”
“Hi Korin, the pleasure’s all mine.” He took her hand and kissed it, twitching his mandibles in a coy manner before moving back to business. “Is the table ready my dear?”
“Right this way sir.” She stepped with practiced gusto. They stopped at a booth next to a decorative waterfall and a scenic view of the presidium. Leifkin nodded approvingly and thanked Korin, giving his drink order and letting her continue her work. “Your partner will be with you soon sir.”
…
Brian looked at the bustling crowd of giants as they ate at the magnificent, expensive restaurant. He wore his nicest clothes to fit in. At many tables, he could see humans on plates, meals who directly volunteered at the kitchen. He instead set up a reservation to be with a predator alone, a service the facility provided for a sizeable fee, not like he needed the credits anymore though. He was carried to his seat by a beautiful turian by the name of Korin, who placed him on a special tablet for human customers. He watched as the room zoomed by, smiling in pleasure at the turian he was scheduled to meet. He had a lighter shade of skin than most and was decorated with purple markings along his mandibles, chin, nose and brow. His figure showed dignity and his clothes wealth, Brian knew he was going to be food for a successful person based on the price of these outings, but never this powerful looking of a turian. He reminded Brian of the consumption propaganda posters that were briefly present in his childhood, where the turian primarch would point at the viewer and be captioned with “I want you, for dinner tonight” or “humans are the best rations a turian can have.” He didn’t appear as over the top, but more reserved with a hint of confidence.
“Well, it’s nice to meet you Brian, I hope you’re ready for this evening,” The turian said.
“I’ll bet Leif, this cute fellow looks looks so tasty!” Korin interjected, almost loud enough to disturb the quiet environment of the room.
“Korin, please don’t try to convince my dinner to go with you tonight, you don’t want your boss to get onto you.” Leifkin replied humorously and with a large smile on his face.
“Oh you like me too much to get me in trouble for my lack of professionalism, and this guy is going to be too busy being goop in your gut to complain. But I’ll leave you two to it then and come back to take your orders.” With that the female turian left and the human remained, almost stunned at the interaction. He was so casually food to these titans.
“Heh, she’s energetic,” was about all he could say at the moment.
“Oh yes, and she’s my favorite waitress here, plus she’s always trying to get me to let her eat me.”
Aliens could be eaten too, granted never by humans as they were too small, with the aid of shrinking technology that would reduce the space between atoms using mass effect fields.
“You must come here often for her to be so comfortable with you.”
“Oh yes, Korin and I are long friends. I’m a regular here.”
“Impressive, but how can you afford this place so often?”
The turian chuckled and adjusted his posture a bit, extending a talon to shake. “Leifkin Zenox at your service.”
Brian was taken aback, he knew this face was familiar, and now he knew where. “Hey, you’re the guy that made billions on the stocks!”
A twinge of smug arrogance appears on Leif’s face in a charming manner. “That’s me. What do you do for a living Brian?”
A hint of embarrassment shows in Brian’s face. “oh its nothing exciting, I just work as a pencil pusher at a paper company. Actually, you even saved my job once. They were about to start laying off people but you swooped in and saved the budget.”
“Oh yes! I remember that, a tricky situation too, not much room for paper in this industry these days.” He felt pride at his work and Korin returned. They order a three course meal: a liquor starter with cheese, a helping of traditional human sushi (California rolls and shrimp and egg nigiri), and a dish that can only be described as a variation of ravioli and crème sauce. They begin to eat together, with the human eating off Leif’s plate. There was no need to order a whole other meal. When it was brought out, Brian’s jaw dropped at its magnificence. “So what do you think of your company inside me this evening?” Leif asked.
“Its… amazing.” Brian took a bite of the alien cheese. “And delicious!”
“Well I’m glad we feel the same way.” He spoke and winked. They began to eat, conversing about mundane things. They ran out of cheese quickly and washed it down with a glowing alcoholic drink. It would light the stomach for Brian, Leif explained. About halfway through, Leif asks a question. “Do you want to finish this meal in private at my place?”
“That sounds amazing! Yes please.”
Leif called for the check and they left, a 1,000 credit tip in their wake, another reason Korin loved Leif so much.
“Fortunately, my place is nearby, the walk is short enough that I won’t start digesting on our way. I want to give you as much time as possible inside my stomach.” Leif carried the human and food back to the house. It was the size of a city to Brian, who was baffled at it. Inside there was minimal decoration, showing Leif’s simple tastes. They set back up on the dinner table and resume eating, now more open to the darker elements of conversation in a private setting.
“So how long does it normally take you to start digesting?” The human asked, the thought incepted after Leif’s comment.
“I’d say about an hour, we turians have a bit of a slow metabolism.”
“And how long would I last in your stomach?”
“Oh, probably a few more hours, you’ll be melted in there by the time I go to bed though, I’m certain, I stay up to listen to the sounds you humans make as I digest you. It helps me relax.” He popped a bit of sushi into his mouth, slowly chewing it as he leaned forward to let the human see inside. The smell of fish and eggs mingled with garlic wafted out of the purple cave as the muscles inside flexed and squelched, the sharp teeth tore the food apart until it was a chunky mush. With a wet gulp, he pushed it to the back of his maw and shoved it down, swallowing the bit of food to never be seen again.
“…that same thing is going to happen to me…” Brian said, a bit baffled at the sight, lost in himself.
“what’s it like for you little guy? To be doomed, or blessed, with this experience?”
“Its… relieving. I’m just food now, no more than that ravioli thing on your fork. I don’t have to worry about anything anymore.”
“Well, except for giving me indigestion, but you humans are usually good about that.” He placed the ravioli inside and looked me in the eye, gazing with intent before tipping his head back and swallowing with a loud “gluck,” sending it down whole. It was most likely to demonstrate to me his ability to easily eat me as well as kindly give me something relatively solid inside to hold on to. “But of course, there’s one last question…why?” Leif had heard reasons for this many times, each being a little different, ranging from fetish to mother-in-law escapism. But all had the same base.
Brian though about this and replied: “its about giving myself to something greater. Its what we were taught by your race as children and its just engrained into my mind that your stomach is where I belong. And because its such a famous and important person, I feel even more honored that it is your stomach I’m going inside.”
Leif smiled a decent reason. He then reached forward and took the human in his hand, bringing him to his face. “Well then, we better get you to where you belong morsel.” He stripped the human with his claws, tearing the expensive suit to shreds and dipped the human in the thick sauce, covering his body and making it more delectable. “And trust me; it isn’t that exclusive of an experience.” He then raised the human’s body over his mouth, the light catching it in just the right way so that Brian could gaze down inside almost all the way into the stomach. He was slowly lowered, feet first and stared entranced and excited, focusing on how the drops of sauce fell into his mouth and down the throat. The lips glided over his body before shutting just above his head. The tongue pressed the human against the purple palette as it leveled out. Leif let his prey take in the environment: sharp teeth to both his left and right that promised not to draw his blood as they cradled him in the maw. The breath carried signs of the dinner, lunch, and even other long digested prey this turian had eaten. The chamber vibrated as he enjoyed the flavor of the human, but felt the urge to send him on his way. He tipped his head up again and relaxed his throat, letting the person slide inside as a bird would swallow a mouse. A bulge appeared in his neck and disappeared quickly into his cowl, the last image of the human to the outside world as he was tucked away behind the turian’s flat abdomen, never to be seen again.
…
Brian felt all sides of his body pressed hard and aggressively, shoving him down the neck like just another bite of food, pulsing in a hot and humid environment. With a particularly strong push, he plopped into a cramped chamber. Hazy steam floated about in the humid room and the stomach glowed dimly thanks to the diluted, glowing drink. The previously eaten food remained inside the stomach, relatively unchanged aside from being more crushed thanks to the mechanical churns of the stomach. They pressed and churned against the food inside, mixing Brian up to his waist with the chunky mess. Chewed up bites continued to spill inside, on or around the human as dinner continued, reaching its conclusion after most of the stomach was full, leaving Brian up to his shoulders in the thick goop and making it difficult to move. The chamber swayed, sloshing the food about inside and splashing about as the turian walked. To where, Brian could not know until he heard the familiar sounds of vids being played on the television. A rumble vibrated around him and a rush of digestive gasses flew up the entrance to the stomach and a muffled, loud belch came from the prim and proper turian. Brian smiled and relaxed inside the belly, completely under the power of the turian and destined to digest. The stomach rumbled again and the churns picked up speed.
…
Outside, the turian casually watched vids, enjoying the feeling of a heavy meal progressively get lighter inside his stomach, his food digesting away into a chunky mush to be easily absorbed and converted into fat and muscle. The loud sounds grew, as more food got less viscous inside. He rubbed his stomach affectionately, happy at his meal, one of the best he’s ever had. But at then end of the day, it was just another meal, and precisely at midnight, the groans slowed and stopped. He took that as his cue to go to bed and retired for the evening, the chunky remains of human sloshing inside with every step, as so many had done before.