This story is part of my payment to a friend who is now my art slave. He loves reading my stories and is good at drawing. A trade was inevitable. Also, it gives me an excuse to make furries cannon in this universe which is important considering where it's getting posted. Anyways, hope you guys enjoy.
Yup, haven't bought mass effect yet. This franchise a'int mine.

Winging it
Humans could be weird sometimes. Emi was an example of one. “Was” being the operative word considering that he is now an anthropomorphic wolf with some fennec traits mixed in. In the human population, there always existed furries who would be willing to become the fictitious characters in their minds, however, thanks to mass effect technology after their introduction into the galactic community; they were able to perform genetic experiments of colossal innovation. Geneticists had been able to deduce how to use humanity’s genetic diversity to morph themselves into virtually any shape or color they could think of. There was resistance on Earth about the ethics of this, but it still occurred on alien planets where the titans would accept the duty to make these changes. After all, it makes eating these tiny creatures just that more interesting. Granted, these people are not common but not outright rejected by society. Although, they are often more welcome on planets and space stations away from Earth.
Emi was one such individual, who lived on the citadel. He spent every day looking at the colossal titans of aliens as they went about their days while he worked as a graphic designer. As much as he had fun with his life, the instinct to feed himself to these creatures. The sight of a turian slurping up a bowl of noodles was a common one at the café he spent his time in, drawing designs for various businesses who commissioned him. The sound of a slurping alien was an entertaining one considering the structure of their face. It always caught his attention and he would have to pause and watch. Sometimes, he would spend the whole day just watching, not that the aliens would mind. In fact, some would notice his stalking stares and attempt to seduce him with their hunger. It never worked, Emi was always just too busy and uninterested.
One day, just like any other, Emi finished his work early and so remained in the lounge of his café, playing with his omnitool as he spied across the crowd, when he caught sight of a certain turian who just entered. A regal looking fellow, he strutted in with power and a suit that screamed money.
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Leifkin had returned from a visit to Earth to do business with a client. While he was there, he found himself binging on humans who rarely got to see aliens, making them more eager at the idea of being eaten by turians like him who visit. Most likely, they are teased with the idea of consumption as they aren’t as exposed to it like the ones on the citadel.
Regardless, for a meal he could simply walk down the street, say out loud that he’s hungry, and carry a handful of the aliens to wash and consume. He lost count of how many he ate, only that it was a week’s worth, plus one after his client became infatuated with his gut. Leifkin ate him, and received all of his personal savings as a gift. Overall, it was a fun trip to the blue planet.
However, he grew tired of the taste of humans and decided to take a break from them. Today, he went to a different café than his usual place to escape the presence of them. It would harm his reputation there if he went and didn’t have a human to eat; Korin would never let him hear the end of it. He perused the menu and then took little interest. The food did not meet his high class needs. He sat in the lounge; sipping at a simple coffee he ordered instead while exploring other places he might want to go fruitlessly. He was at a loss at what to eat for lunch tonight. The thought made his stomach growl, catching the eye of a fennec/wolf anthro who pretended not to be looking, staring through the transparent, orange screen of his omnitool.
Little did he know, Leifkin was doing the same, intrigued by the gray furred alien, tinted purple through the view through his omnitool. He smirked and decided to make conversation with him; he stood and walked over, sitting again.
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Emi never felt this way before, seeing such a handsome alien who was obviously hungry approach him. He was frequently in this position, yet never felt a connection that compelled him to consider the inevitable offer of staying inside him forever. He was seated in a furnished, elevated box, connected to the rest of the restaurant by a system of trolleys made by the government to help integrate humans into their society. Granted, there were subtle design details that hinted at humanity’s true place on the food chain here. The boxes were level to the belly of most aliens, the tops were non-existent, allowing for aliens to lift them out with ease, and they were mostly set at the ends of furniture, such as the couch nearby, now occupied by a wealthy turian.
“Hey there, do you mind if I join you today?” He spoke with his entrancing dual harmonic voice, flicking his mandibles quizzically, also teasing the small creature with a view into his maw, fenced by his sharp, carnivorous teeth.
“Oh not at all!” Emi replied eagerly, too eagerly to his liking. Dammit, he thought, if I’m going to be eaten by this guy I can’t so easily throw myself at him.
Leif took notice of the little alien feeling awkward after his comment. Obviously, he felt nervous around the hungry titan. Good, it was a sign that he was interested and the seed of the idea of being willing prey was planted in his mind.
“You anthropomorphic animals are not a common sight, what are you if I may ask?” This was no manipulation of Leif’s part. He genuinely had no idea what the hell this guy was. Whatever he was though, it made him hungry.
“Well I’m a wolf mixed with a little bit of fennec. You can tell because of my ears.” Emi responded, he often had to say that, most aliens didn’t have knowledge of what Earth creature look like. “A wolf is like a dog, a four legged varren that’s a lot nicer if that helps. And a fennec is… well its small and has big ears.”
Leif nodded, extending a talon through the top of the box. “My name is Leifkin, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”
“Emi, likewise buddy.” Emi shook the appendage, wondering about the power of the hands beneath the glove. How many people were in it at one point in time? How many of them were eaten?
Meanwhile, Leif thought, I wonder how long his big, thin ears will last inside my stomach. A less eloquent thought that he didn’t want to share just yet.
“So what do you do Emi? Are these drawings yours?” Leif pointed at the tablet, an interesting and unknown logo sitting on it.
“Yeah, I design things for companies and individuals who need them. What about you? You look like you have credits in the bank considering your omnitool.”
Leif flashed his device on and off at the tiny creature’s words. He certainly liked him, and certainly wanted to have him for lunch now.
“I’m a stock broker, and I’ve sure earned my fair share.” And more, he thought, not wanting to brag and make himself look like a bigot.
“So what’s a guy like you doing in a Zakera ward restaurant? Surely you can affordthe better stuff in the Presidium.”
“Yeah, that’s true, but I was actually hoping to eat something…different today.” Leif winked at the bite-sized Emi, finally revealing his not so well hidden intent.
Emi nodded, chuckling at the comment and blushing a little, his fur turning red in response. “I’m flattered, but I’m not entirely certain I want to be eaten yet…”
Leif felt a little disappointed, but an idea struck. “Well how about I take you to my house and we have lunch together? Maybe I can convince you?”
Emi thought about that for a minute. He’d always been so uncertain about being eaten and yet here was an alien who wanted to treat him to lunch. If he declined he might never see him again. He decided that there was no harm and the worst-case-scenario is that he gets a decent lunch out of it.
“Ok, that sounds nice, but what would you like to have?” Emi responded.
Leif thought about it again and shrugged his shoulders. “Sorry, I have no idea, do you know of any good places here that serves food you wouldn’t mind getting eaten with if it comes to that?”
Emi knew just the place and said: “I know just the place, they also do delivery, why don’t you drive us to your house and I’ll call it in?”
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Emi and Leif arrived at the citadel equivalent of a mansion shortly afterwards. After the routine praise for his house that Leif heard every time he brought someone home, they walk inside and Leif gave Emi his credit chit, not concerned about the price and also because he wanted it to be a surprise. The sit about and converse as they waited.
“So you ‘earned your fair share huh?’” Emi asked jokingly.
“Well I’m pretty good at my job.”
“I’ll say, considering the size of this place.”
Leif chuckled and licked his lips again, his stomach growled, impatient for a meal but he didn’t want to eat the anthro just yet. Eating someone who is uncertain without treating them to lunch is just plain rude.
“So Emi? Does the idea of me eating you make you nervous?”
“Um… a little, but it’s more of, ‘are you the person I want to be eating me’ kind of thing.”
Leif cocked his brow and stood, unbuttoning his top half of his suit and revealing his upper body as it fell to the floor. His muscles were defined, his body was streamlined, and his abdomen was in a thin shape; flat and hiding the muscles beneath. “Well how about a view of where you’d end up?” Leif said, one hand behind his head and the other stroking his gut affectionately.
Emi tried hard to control his excitement, feeling sick at the amazing figure of his body. He resisted the urge to pant, failing when the turian walked closer, bringing the gut to his face “Well it *pant* is certainly *pant* a good start.”
Leif went to lay down, his suited legs grazing Emi’s body as he reached down to pick up the panting dog. He then set him on top of his belly and let him feel around. The hide was rough yet soft to touch, a sign that he was well fed, this turian.
“Imagine what is just beyond that skin: a purple cavern of muscle that is soft to the touch, wrapping around you as it churns and digests food. You could join in and become just another bite inside there. Your trip will be nice and smooth, trust me, many people enjoy their new home within my stomach.”
Leif taunted his, soon to be more than potential, prey as they waited, enjoying the situation. Emi curled on top of the stomach and smiled, moaning a little each time it growled in hunger.
“I..um.. Think I want th-” The bell rang, interrupting Emi as Leif picked him up and stood.
“Hold that thought cutie. That’s probably the food, let me give you some more things to consider before you say yes.” Leif set Emi on the table and opened the door to reveal a cute looking quarian holding a bag and a receipt. She stopped and stared at the shirtless turian. The fact that she had on a mask did not help her poor poker face.
“Um, I’m have a-a delivery for Mr. Zenox?” She timidly responded.
Leif signed the receipt and took the bag, smelling something delicious but not knowing what it is. “Thanks, I have a little anthro guy here who is excited to be joining this stuff… whatever it is, maybe you could meet him later…” Leif patted his gut and winked, making the mask on the quarian appear steamy.
“Oh, uh… I think I’d like that…” She handed him back his copy of the receipt and left. Leif flipped it and saw a phone number on it. Looks like he’s having quarian sometime in the future. He returned to reveal a massive box of genetically altered boneless chicken wings for himself and a small box for Emi. There was a bottle of garlic and parmesan sauce to go with it.
“What is this stuff?” Leif asked, intrigued.
“Its deep fried chicken and it’s amazing. People back on the North American continent on Earth love this stuff.”
“What’s a chicken?”
“It’s this bird on Earth that… oh wait you’re a bird… crap I’m sorry.”
“For what? I love birds!” Leif laughed and began putting the food on plates.
“Oh good, I was worried because it would be like me eating a Dog back on earth.”
“What’s so bad about that?” Leif asked, concern growing in him.
“Heh, it’s a culture thing I guess.”
“Well, I eat sentient beings often, sometimes of my own species. Don’t worry, I won’t have a problem with this.” Leif skewered a wing with a fork and brought it up to his face, looking at it strangely.
“No no, you gotta eat it with your hand, that’s how you do it.” Emi responded at the sight, chucking at the confused turian. Leif raised a brow and pulled it off his fork and setting it on the table. He then used his talon and skewered the bit of chicken breast and brought it to his face. “Like that?”
Emi chuckled and showed with his own hands, simply eating it as finger food
“Oh like sushi!” Leif laughed again and ate the wing off his finger, chewing it and familiarizing himself with the taste. The sourness of the garlic and cheese overtook his senses as the strong sauce triggered a sense of euphoria. There was a hint of spice but Leif couldn’t taste it, his alien tongue being immune to the taste of spice.
Obviously, Leif had eaten too much high class food and never indulged in a greasy, unhealthy meal of humans.
“I think I like this stuff.” Leif said, licking the sauce from his fingers. He then moved close to the anthro and picked up another bite, bringing it to his open mouth and placing it inside. Emi watched as the sauce on the ball of fried chicken leaked sauce onto the tongue, mixing with the saliva and running along the length of the purple flesh. Leif bit down on the chicken and tore it into two chunks, than four, then continued until it was made into a liquid bolus. All the while Emi stared, he panted excitedly and let out a yelp as the turian swallowed; pushing the goo behind his tongue and down the throat.
“So… what was it you were saying about before the bell ring.” Leif gave his signature smirk as the anthro bit his lip in excitement.
“Oh yes, I want you to eat me up!” Emi could barely contain himself, wanting to be food for this turian took priority of everything now.
Leif said nothing more and continued his meal, entertaining the wolf-fennec with the view of his maw. Halfway through the meal, he held onto Emi and brought him to his belly, letting him listen to another wing as he swallowed. The gulp echoed through Emi’s ears as well as the splashing sound it made inside his stomach. “Are you ready to do the same Emi?”
“Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!”
“Then it’s time for the really interesting part of this meal.” Leif lifted Emi again, placing him in the cardboard box that his wings are in. He smeared Emi’s body along the sides and against the bottom of it, mopping up excess sauce lying about. Emi’s skin tingled at the spicyness of it and moaned again at the sight of Leif’s maw. Sauce was splattered inside, being eaten away by saliva. The mouth rushed to him as Leif plucked Emi’s body with his mouth in one bite. Emi was now trapped inside the wet cavern, squshing the tongue with his paws as more saliva was produced, cleaning him of the sauce that caked his fur. Leif’s tongue slid around his body, tasking and moaning around him, obviously enjoying the new snack. Once Emi was cleaned of sauce, Leif opened his mouth and let in light. Emi could gaze out onto the world one last time briefly before the jaws closed around him once more. Light was mostly sealed out with the exception of Leif’s mandibles and how they would flex to reveal the outside world. As a rumble could be heard from down the tube ahead of Emi, Leif decides that it is time to swallow the cute furry in his mouth. He tipped his head up only slightly, letting Emi savor the slode down into his throat, bulging it out as Leif swallowed. Emi felt the throat muscles tighten around him and pull him downwards in short pulses. The pulses flowed to the rhythm of Leif’s muffled heartbeat. Leif could feel Emi’s descent and traced the flow all the way down to his stomach.
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Emi felt a sphincter at his feet. It felt tough, yet at his pressing, it relented and let him smoothly slide down into the turian’s stomach. He landed, splashing into a mush of chunky chicken, not yet digested as his stomach has yet to start. Emi snuggled into the slop of saliva, chicken, cause and fried bread. Gooey push caked the stomah walls as they smoothly pressed together, rumbling at each pulse. The stomach was heavy and humid to be inside as the purple walls trapped heat, only released as gasses rush out and cause a belch in the food’s consumer.
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Leif murred in happiness and continued to eat after letting out a wet sounding belch. The scent of his breath carried the musk of Emi, who slosed about inside the stomach as Leif patted it. With each bite, he would pause to feel Emi stir at getting splatted upon by another mouthful. When there remained nothing on his plate, Leif looked to Emi’s spot and saw his box still had some microscopic wings inside.
“Hey Emi, you forgot to finish your lunch, hang on and I’ll send it down.” Leif picked up the box and dumped it into his maw, making sure each bite of the wings fell down his throat.
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Emi felt something hit his head, a wing that fell through the sphincter, as well as a few more mixed with saliva. Emi accepted them graciously and ate one. It tasted watered down thanks to the spit yet enhanced the overall experience of being eaten alive.
“Thank you Leif! For everything.”
The stomach began to churn more around emi as a digestive fluid leaked from the walls. It was bright green and mixed with the chyme in the belly. Emi could feel it seep past his fur and into his skin as Leif continued to digest the helpless wolf/fennec.
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Leif patted his stomach and stood up, walking to his bed and lying down, staring at his stomach affectionately, petting it as the groans and gurgles grew in magnitude. It felt good to have sweet Emi digest inside him and he can say with certainty that eating anthros was a very entertaining experience. Leif could still taste the fur in his own mouth and smiled.
“And thank you for your body.”
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Emi began to break down, being pushed about insde the stomach while it bubbled away at the food inside. Emi could feel his body begin to relax around him as he softened up to the digestive actions. Eventually, bits of meat melt off in thick drops. The mechanical digestion picks up the pace and presses onto him harder, squelching his liquid body against the wall until only a pile of mushy, ex-Emi remained. The stomach settled some, occasionally churning against the thick paste of meat inside it.
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Leif felt the rubles in his abs stop. His shoulders slump and he lays back, smiling. It seems Emi had not only introduced him to something new to eat, but reawakened his appetite. With that, Leif picked up the quarian’s number and dialed it. Perhaps she would enjoy meeting Emi…