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Ah, finally a visual reference for my sona. This was a picture drawn by that cute little furry I ate in my most recent story. He made this for me and while its not "OMFG BALLS TO THE WALLS" amazing, i still really like it. But, of course Leif had a delicious secret hidden beneath that suit shirt, which will be elaborated in the following story. Regardless, I love how the outfit came out, it...suits him well. *bu dum tish*
Keeping it Dapper.
Leif approached the gala, a charity relif program to starving krogan out on Tuchanka. Leif had been there a few times, trying to do his part in making up for his species' part in spreading the genophage. He wanted his funds to go to making acure forthe genophage, but the citadel council would stonewall his efforts.
But that didn't matter tonight. This was an eveining of celebration amongst fellow aristocrats, as they gathered for genuine concern for the Krogan, or simply an opprotunity for P.R. and a fancy night out. Leif didn't care about that either, as long as money was flowing to the krogan.
Leif had made preparations for this evening, as he knew the the catering service. It was a highly regarded presidium franchise that Leif had no clue why anyone in the Galaxy liked. The food was subpar for its price and many better places were cheaper. So, he ate before he came.
...
Inside the turian's purple guts, resided a suitless qurarian, sitting amidst a partially digested, grainy, unidentifiable mush. She felt tired and lethargic after spending so long inside the turian, being churned and splashed about inside as she slowly digested. The chyme stuck to her purple tinted skin and she moaned at the blissful feeling of it all. She thanked the luck she had to deliver that order to him a few nights ago and that he offered to eat her. Now, she was carefree, never needing to worry about bills or deliveries or anything again, as she was nothing but turian chow now. The stomach gave her a rousing churn, having her analyze the movement and sounds around her. There was a muffled sound of a crowd outside and an intermittent sway that would follow a bit of dialogue from her predator: "Ah, i havent seen you in a while! How arre you?" Was a common phrase. He must be at a ball or something. The stomach growls, bubbling the thick goo and softening her body ever more, as she slowly melted inside Leifkin.
...
Leif was in the middle of speaking to a rather elegant looking asari woman when his stomach let out a powerful and disruptive growl.
"Excuse me for a moment," he said before ducking away into a hallway hidden from the party. He wanted to check up on his morsel of meat tucked away beneath his suit.
"Hey little quarian, you digesting alright in there?"
"Hehe, im doing amazingly Leif. This is such a great place," she responded in a dreamy tone. "Where are we? A ball? A gala?"
Leif chuckled, his prey must be able to hear everything around her from inside his belly. "You are such a smart girl... Um, I'm so sorry, i forgot your name."
"Well, i was in top of my class, and my name is...well it doesn't matter anymore. I'm just food now. I dont suppose I'll get more company in here? Its already a little cramped." She pressed on the stomach walls, churning close to her body and growling again.
Leif hears and felt this. "Well, thats why i ate you tonight, I dont much care for the catering service here. You were much more tasty. Besides, it sounds like you dont have long to go anyways."
The quarian snack chuckled and watxhed more of her flesh slop off in a purple goo. "Youre certainly right there. Go have fun then, I'll get to work of nourishing you tonight."
With that, Leif nodded and returned to the event, the only clues of a digesting person inside him being the occasional stomach gurgle and his lack of appetite. The other guests remained unaware as the quarian continued to turn to goo, eventually becomkng nothing but a chunky puddle mixed with the rest of the thick sludge. Leif rubbed his belly at the last, thunderous growl that marked her end of digestion, satisfied with his meal that night.
Keeping it Dapper.
Leif approached the gala, a charity relif program to starving krogan out on Tuchanka. Leif had been there a few times, trying to do his part in making up for his species' part in spreading the genophage. He wanted his funds to go to making acure forthe genophage, but the citadel council would stonewall his efforts.
But that didn't matter tonight. This was an eveining of celebration amongst fellow aristocrats, as they gathered for genuine concern for the Krogan, or simply an opprotunity for P.R. and a fancy night out. Leif didn't care about that either, as long as money was flowing to the krogan.
Leif had made preparations for this evening, as he knew the the catering service. It was a highly regarded presidium franchise that Leif had no clue why anyone in the Galaxy liked. The food was subpar for its price and many better places were cheaper. So, he ate before he came.
...
Inside the turian's purple guts, resided a suitless qurarian, sitting amidst a partially digested, grainy, unidentifiable mush. She felt tired and lethargic after spending so long inside the turian, being churned and splashed about inside as she slowly digested. The chyme stuck to her purple tinted skin and she moaned at the blissful feeling of it all. She thanked the luck she had to deliver that order to him a few nights ago and that he offered to eat her. Now, she was carefree, never needing to worry about bills or deliveries or anything again, as she was nothing but turian chow now. The stomach gave her a rousing churn, having her analyze the movement and sounds around her. There was a muffled sound of a crowd outside and an intermittent sway that would follow a bit of dialogue from her predator: "Ah, i havent seen you in a while! How arre you?" Was a common phrase. He must be at a ball or something. The stomach growls, bubbling the thick goo and softening her body ever more, as she slowly melted inside Leifkin.
...
Leif was in the middle of speaking to a rather elegant looking asari woman when his stomach let out a powerful and disruptive growl.
"Excuse me for a moment," he said before ducking away into a hallway hidden from the party. He wanted to check up on his morsel of meat tucked away beneath his suit.
"Hey little quarian, you digesting alright in there?"
"Hehe, im doing amazingly Leif. This is such a great place," she responded in a dreamy tone. "Where are we? A ball? A gala?"
Leif chuckled, his prey must be able to hear everything around her from inside his belly. "You are such a smart girl... Um, I'm so sorry, i forgot your name."
"Well, i was in top of my class, and my name is...well it doesn't matter anymore. I'm just food now. I dont suppose I'll get more company in here? Its already a little cramped." She pressed on the stomach walls, churning close to her body and growling again.
Leif hears and felt this. "Well, thats why i ate you tonight, I dont much care for the catering service here. You were much more tasty. Besides, it sounds like you dont have long to go anyways."
The quarian snack chuckled and watxhed more of her flesh slop off in a purple goo. "Youre certainly right there. Go have fun then, I'll get to work of nourishing you tonight."
With that, Leif nodded and returned to the event, the only clues of a digesting person inside him being the occasional stomach gurgle and his lack of appetite. The other guests remained unaware as the quarian continued to turn to goo, eventually becomkng nothing but a chunky puddle mixed with the rest of the thick sludge. Leif rubbed his belly at the last, thunderous growl that marked her end of digestion, satisfied with his meal that night.
Category Artwork (Traditional) / Vore
Species Alien (Other)
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