Yes, another turian vore story. Yes, I'm well aware that Easter is long past. No i don't care that its passed. I had this idea for a while, but work, school, and family issues have gotten in the way. But hey, I found time for it and so here you guys go. Also surprise, I like women too! In actuality, i thing femturians make sexier preds, but i just never got around to doing one.

This holiday story is inspired by bowtothedrow on deviantart, ( http://bowtothedrow.deviantart.com/.....30831/Holidays ) and how he would have reoccurring characters interact on these days. I however, have no intention of keeping my character alive and so i will have an alternate ending to this later. It won't be cannon, but hell, it dont matter cause its hawt. Without further delay, here you go

(If you haven't guessed, i still dont own mass effect or any of the stuff in it.)

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Easter Eggs

The loud cacophonous symphony of an empty stomach resounded to a small human’s side, waking him from his nap with his beautiful turian girlfriend. He opened his eyes and looked at the almost pained looking face that was massive compared to his body; she began to stir from her slumber and those beautiful, piercing eyes were slowly revealed. Maybe she will decide to eat me today, William thought.
A month ago, Korin had looked for a person to eat. What she wasn’t expecting was a human who walked into the café she worked in, expecting to get eaten, fall madly in love with the waitress he requested. Fortunately, she felt the same. So, they canceled the order, Korin took the rest of the night off, and they went to a bar to share drinks. There, they came to an agreement: if Korin ever felt compelled to eat William, he would accept it and happily slide down her throat. The same must be accepted by Korin if William truly wished to be swallowed. They both also agreed that she would eat him some day, but that day was to be of their choosing. Additionally, if they ever broke up, Korin had free reign to consume him. Relationships between humans and aliens rarely lasted for obvious, digestive reasons, but this one was still growing strong and both were happy about it.
“Good morning snacky,” Korin sleepily greeted, chuckling at herself. She loved to tease William with his eventual fate, as any good predator would. William smiled and snuggled against her nose, her lips teased at his thighs.
“I hope you’re not planning on eating me hun, don’t wanna spoil your appetite for the egg hunt,” William replied.
“Oh you’re right! What time is it?” Korin looked at the clock. A series of turian figures flashed on the screen and Korin reacted. “Shit! We slept in! why didn’t you wake me?” She was mildly upset, but not enough to be truly mad.
“Well, I can’t read turian figures, and you just looked so cute it would have been a crime to wake you.”
“Making you into turian fat would solve that first issue.” With that, Korin opened her mouth wide in front of William, letting him look at the purple flesh inside. William moaned at the sight, thinking it as beautiful as her face. The slick, saliva coated muscles softly moved through tiny reactions throughout her body. She exhaled a strong scented breath, a byproduct of the turian’s easily treated dental hygiene. Their breath was infamously rancid because they wouldn’t spend as much time cleaning their sharp teeth, and so the scent never left. Humans didn’t mind, it was actually an attractive quality, the digestive equivalent of sex appeal. Judging by the blissful expression on William’s face, Korin had really bad breath.
The tongue teased out and licked his face before the mouth was brought closer. With a snap, she closed her maw, making William jump a bit.
“Get a shower sweetie, I won’t have my human smelling like my bad breath all day,” Korin commanded as she hurriedly got ready.

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As little power as humans had, they were clever in getting what they wanted in the galactic community. What do they utilize? Their appetizing appearance of course! A local and popular human church wanted more recognition amongst the alien community on the citadel, and so they organized an egg hunt on Easter, where volunteers would hide in eggs to be found by hungry aliens who would hunt for them, hidden throughout the presidium gardens. Of course, this plan backfired with most of the church ended up being eaten save for the humans who didn’t volunteer and the children and elderly, leaving no one to lead or even attend their church. Such is the unforeseen circumstance of an overly evangelistic church. It was probably for the best, as they were the type of people to go door to door, annoying various residents. Regardless, the event made galactic news and hundreds of people, humans, aliens alike, take the pilgrimage to the citadel for this practice.
Korin and William arrived on time, barely being able to be admitted as they arrived just as the registration was closing. William sat in a breast pocket of Korin’s, which had a strange nomenclature considering that she didn’t have any. The rapid movement of Korin’s stride jostled him, but he was never in danger of getting harmed.
She grabbed her basket and dashed to the starting area, where she and William glanced about, spying the more obviously placed colored eggs. Many of the eggs were simply hardboiled eggs or contained candy, but most had humans or shrunken aliens inside, waiting to be liberated from their cramped home only to be stuffed inside a gooey alien gut.
The event host, a handsome and familiar, purple marked turian adorned in a suit, spoke up and thanked the guests for attending as well as how their entrance fees will go to a charity that he ran that sponsored this event. He also laid out some ground rules to make sure everyone had a good and fair time.
“We especially do not want something as simple as one person to eat to break out in a fight.” He glanced at a krogan, who tilted his head ad shrugged in acceptance. “No offense to you little people. Also, if there is a despute, remember that the prey party will always have the final say as to who gets to be their predator.”
With that, he activated his purple omnitool and counted down. A siren sounded and the people dashed out into the park.

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Darell’ Gartha vas Taquio was a shrunken quarian, whom had been on pilgrimage when he heard about this event. He felt compelled for an unknown reason and now he was about to be eaten by an unknown individual. He never got this opportunity to live out his darker fantasies in the fleet, as it was socially looked down upon for a quarian to be eaten. Naturally, this led to more pilgrimages ending in alien stomachs due to repressed curiosity as to what it was like to be food. However, his parents were accepting of his decision, his parents being more liberal minded quarians, so nobody was expecting him to come back. It wasn’t like he was going to let their opinion stop him though. He wanted to be food and this was the easiest way available.
He was relatively happy in his place inside the green egg. Most people bring water with them or use an temperature control application on their omnitools to keep cool, but Darell’s suit had an air conditioner of his own design, which was cheap and easily replicated. It was his gift to the flotilla. He would feel guilty if he didn’t contribute to them all in some way before getting liquefied in some alien’s gut. But wait! What if the person that finds me is a quarian? Will they hate me for this? Darrell thought in a panic. Of course, that was unfounded when the outline of a turian figure shadowed through the egg, reaching out a three fingered grip.

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“Not a bad year at all!” Korin remarked to her tiny alien boyfriend in her pocket, happy at the heavy feeling of a bountiful afternoon. She worked her omnitool to open her door for her, closing it behind them as they stepped into her high-rise apartment, paid for by the wealthy turian at the event who loved giving big tips to Korin when she served him.
“Well, you certainly did a good job sweetie.” William turned in his pocket, looking at Korin’s smiling face. She set the basket down, lifted him out of her pocket and gave him a long lick.
“I’m pretty sure you’re the sweet one in this relationship, both in taste and personality. I’m just the one who threatens to eat you all the time. You helped me so much out there hun.” Korin chuckled and set her love on the table, once again covered in alien spit.
It was true. At the event, Korin used her keen eye and reconnaissance training from her time in the military to help spy for eggs and sneak around quickly to take them. However, thanks to William’s size, he was able to see the large eggs more easily and he pointed them out to her. The end result was that she found so many eggs, she began to share ones with people in them to other’s with poorer luck. She never liked leaving with too many people after these events anyways. She only wanted enough for one meal. If she took too many, she would have tiny people wandering the house for days. One in her home was enough, and she didn’t need confusing him for some other human and accidentally sending him down to join other individuals of his stature inside her gut. She wanted that moment to be intentional.
“Aw Korin, now I have to shower again,” William said with a laugh.
“Keep tasting like that and you’ll be showered in digestive enzymes.” She patted her belly, which growled in hunger, begging her to feed it. “Let’s take inventory then, shall we?”
She began emptying the eggs and their contents onto the table. Most had candy inside them. There were a few hardboiled ones with interesting designs. And of course, there were bigger six, 7 inch tall ones with people inside them. There was a quarian, three humans, a salarian, a hanar.
“Oh good, I got lots of soft people this year, you guys have no idea how hard a krogan is on my tummy.” Korin remarked. The small group discussed in agreement.
“Hello everyone, my name is Korin and I will be your consumer today.” With that, she took an egg and peeled off the shell, putting salt on it before sensually placing the egg in her mouth whole. She then began to chew for her captive audience, turning the egg into mush inside her mouth. She lowered her head to give everyone a good view inside as the yellow yolk tinted the inside of her purple maw into a sickly color. She exhaled her breath that now bore the scent of egg on it as well.
“I’m going to let you all socialize for a bit while I eat some, just to get my appetite up. Since you all are the only people you’ll get to know for the rest of your sentient lives that’s not turian fat yet, I suggest you make friends with each other.”
Korin continued to eat the eggs, moaning loudly whenever she wanted everyone’s attention. There was one human who didn’t talk much to the others but remained engrossed at Korin’s consumption. William sat off to the side, speaking to some of the future prey and asking them what it was like to be destined to be eaten by his girlfriend. They all gave him mixed responses of nervousness, eagerness, and even a cool casual view from the hanar. William stated to a few that this was an exciting experience for him and that he might ask to join them all later.
A belch sounded as Korin half-filled her stomach with eggs. She then opened another egg, this one filled with melted chocolate that pooled in the larger area of the egg. There was a warning on it so as not to spill it when one opened it. It was obvious in purpose for the hunters to dip their prey into.
“So, who’s going in me first?” There was a hesitation amongst the group.
“Because it would be impolite to assert oneself into such a position, this one would prefer to fo last,” the hanar requested.
“Um… can I go?” A meek voice sounded. The accent was Russian and tinted with an electronic pitch. It was obviously for the quarian. Korin nodded and lifted him up in her three fingered hand. She used her other hand to slowly and carefully drag across the suit, slicing it off without harming her prey.
“What’s your name little guy?” Korin asked, using her sub harmonics in her voice to try to soothe the obviously nervous quarian.
“um… it’s Darell’ Gartha vas Taquio… ma’am.” He responded, a little awkward at being out of his suit. The indigestible material was cast aside, since he won’t need it any more. This action sealed his fate as food, as he would be killed by disease now in just a day without it.
“Well Darell, your new name will be Darell’ Gartha vas Korin now, since your new home is my gut.” Korin reached down and stroked her belly in hunger and an attempt to excite her prey. “If you thought living on a ship was cramped, just wait ‘till you’re packed inside me with all of these other tasty folks.”
The quarian blushed at the statement and squirmed excitedly in her tight grip. “I’ll bet m-miss Korin…I’m ready now I think…”
“Don’t be nervous cutie; let all your problems melt away inside me.” Korin then dangled Darell in her grip and lowered his body into the chocolate, coating him thoroughlyup to his chest. The then dangled him over her maw, slowly exhaling over his body, making the chocolate drip down into her mouth and down her throat. Darell watched with awe as the jaws spread wide and welcomed him inside. The lips grew bigger and bigger as they encroached over his small body.
Everyone watched as the quarian disappeared between Korin’s lips. She licked a finger from chocolate and tipped her head up, swallowing loudly. She held the air for a moment before looking down as the group, now one smaller. She licked her lips in a predatory gaze and asked: “Who’s next?”

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Korin slurped the chocolatey tentacles of the hanar and gulped loudly, she moaned at his fishy taste and was pleasantly surprised at the wiggling feeling he made in her throat. She took a moment before belching loudly to signify the end of a meal. Her stomach was now packed full with alien meat, eggs, and chocolate. Willam approached her with a wide smile.
“Enjoy your lunch?” He asked, knowing full well she did. She rubbed her gut, flat, hiding the prey that began to gurgle up inside the abdomen. She could feel them inside, pressed up against the purple walls as they were mixed about the other food items, stewing away in her gut.
“Best haul ever, and all thanks to you…” She stood, sloshing her belly as she carried her human back to bed, hoping to sleep off the meat inside her. She laid on her back set William on her stomach and let him listen to her digest as he always enjoyed the sounds of people being gurgled away inside her. “It would be a shame to give up my secret weapon to my digestive belly… do you want to be eaten now, like you told them you might?”
William thought about it for a long moment, enjoying the vibrating feeling as they truly began to liquefy into nutrients for the turian to absorb. “Maybe later, but today, lets enjoy this…” He laid on her belly and napped to a different symphony of sounds from her stomach. Ones of people stewing away inside as so many had before, and sounds he will one day make as well.