So, after a long while off for testing, I finally found some time to write a new story, this one featuring a salarian predator.

It actually shocked me at how many people that I know that didn't like the idea of salarian vore. I think its because of their smaller figure, but people like fox vore sometimes and they are pretty small too.

If you want to see an example of the only salarian vore art on the internet, click here
https://aryion.com/g4/view/183320
and here
https://aryion.com/g4/view/183544
I did not make this stuff.

But I did make the vore story below and I gotta say, its one of my best. I guess thats what happens when you practice. Go figure. Please point out any typos or critique you have. also, please comment, I love comments!

If you dont want to see salarian vore, then download the document, replace all the words with salarian in them as well as reference to their anatomy with another alien you like. Hopefully I didn't make it too daunting of a task.

Hope you all enjo-wait, hang on...this just in! I Still don't own Mass Effect, and in other unsurprising news, class inequity is rampant and education bills are obscene.
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Extracurriculars

Garrison heard a loud buzzing next to his bed. It was familiar, supportive…and agitating. With a thrust of his arm, he biotically threw the buzzing device across the room which clattered against the wall of his apartment and skidded along the floor. The time on the clock said it was seven o’ seven, which was inverted, still buzzing and stating L0:L on its screen.

“Ugh, its mocking me,” Gary groaned as he lifted his head from his pillow and activated his omnitool, signaling the coffee maker to begin its daily grind. Gary laughed at the pun he thought of as he got dressed for class that day. He was a senior in Citadel University, majoring in xenobiology, graduating at the top of his class and scoring high marks in the Intergalactic Baccalaureate program. All of that skill, and Gary planned on throwing it into someone’s gut soon. That’s why he took this program; he never expected to finish it completely, only to indulge in his fantasies in depth.

He threw his jacket on, adorned with the archangel logo on the sleeve, a legendary soldier on omega that he supported. He stepped out to be blinded by the familiar light of the citadel and the cool temperature as he stepped onto his conveyor to the human trolley, helping him traverse the massive distance to his next clas in only a few minuets.

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Macha Zarill was a salarian teacher of only one of the many xenobiology classes in this massive university. He was looking over essays recently given over the salarian digestive system and there was one that baffled him. A human had sent him a seventy two page elaboration whose level surpassed that of his class. This was PhD level work and could even serve as his dissertation. Should he choose to go onto that level. Zarill wondered why this student would go out of his way this far to do something that could serve him so much better in the long run. He scratched his head and shrugged, moving to put his lunch in the fridge.

Students began to file into the large classroom as the day reached its midpoint. Lunch break would be after this and Professor Zarill salivated at this thought. He packed his favorite, chorall noodles. He noticed a small trolley among the swarm that carried his human in question. With a few flicks at keys he signaled the human to meet him after class so they could discuss this paper and its potential as his professional publication. Of course, Zarill noticed the passion placed into this kind of thing many times before. He knew the real reason why the human put that focus on it but only wanted to confirm his suspicions.

“Alright gang, today we are going to discuss Palaven ecology, I know this will be remedial for our turian peers, but it is one of our option topics and so you guys can go ahead and take the day if you feel confident enough on your outside knowledge.” Zarill began, watching some turians step out and even a couple of humans. Apparently, Palaven has a few more human students than he expected. He didn’t need to be a sociology teacher to figure that one out.

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Gary’s arm buzzed. He checked his messages as descreetly as possible only to see it’s from the alien he was watching for the past ten minutes. He shrugged and decided to abide the request. He took the notes, but minimally, he already covered this thoroughly in his internal assessment in his IB course. The only reason he didn’t take his teacher’s offer to take the day off was because he found himself fascinated by the movements of that alien body. He thought about how the food he had for breakfast sloshed about inside the salarian digestive tract. Soon, lunch would join it and then dinner. He continued this train of thought for a long time until he heard the always uplifting phrase: “Class dismissed.”

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They waited for a few minutes for the room to clear out. It didn’t take long, as many people were eager to get on with lunch. Gary could see that in their eyes, and even their hands; humans who volunteered to contribute to that effort. He rode the trolley to the desk and stepped off onto the wooden surface.

“You wanted to see me Professor Zarill?” Gary asked, having no idea what this pertained to.

“Yes Garrison, thank you for coming. I wanted to ask you about this paper, you are aware that the essay was only supposed to be fifteen pages correct?”

“Well, yes sir, but I suppose that I got into it.”

“Interesting. Care to elaborate on your fascination with salarian digestive systems?”

Gary blushed and chuckled. “I, um, guess I’ve just been one of those people who…you know…”

Zarill smiled and sat down onto his chair near Gary. “I understand Gary, and having the aptitude that you do would be considered wasted on people who want to be eaten. Is that why you aren’t chyme inside someone yet?”

Gary chuckled at that and nodded. “Yes sir, it would be rather embarrassing I suppose.”

“And what would that matter to someone who is being digested away?” Zarill retorted. Gary took a moment to think about this. He was an adult; he could make the decision to give himself onto someone else if he wished.

“I suppose it wouldn’t sir.” Gary responded after a moment.

“Have you ever tried to get that to happen Gary?”

“Well, I had a boyfriend a few months back who wanted to eat me, you remember Norrix, that turian from the bioball team?”

“Oh yes, charming fellow, it’s a shame it didn’t work out between you two.”

“It wasn’t that sir…I was the last guy he dated.” Gary revealed, almost ashamed. Zarill laughed and replied:

“Oh now Gary you can’t blame yourself for that one! Some people need to find themselves.”

“…I guess…”

“Well then, I suppose we should talk about getting this morsel’s paper published then,” Zarill stated while looking at the document scrolling on the datapad, trying to relieve the tension in the room.

“Wait sir, you mean that?”

“Of course, I would like to take it to the school’s publication committee and get this document out there. It’s well written, comprehensive, and elaborates on previously undefinable concepts.”

“Why wouldn’t we wait until I can submit it for my dissertation though sir?” Gary asked, a little bit of concern growing in his voice.

“Do you think that you will be able to resist diving down somebody’s throat for another four years Gary, especially now, since I’ve…incepted this idea into your mind?” Zarill asked with a smirk. He was working his way up to asking the question, and Gary knew it, but decided to play along.

“Hehe, no sir, I don’t think so.” Gary watched as Zarill tapped a few buttons on the screen and a form appeared.

“Well then just sign this consent form and we can send it in today.” Gary happily did so from his omnitool, a large version of his signature appearing on the holographic device before him. “Ah, now that’s taken care of, I was wondering if a… tasty looking human like yourself could help me with lunch.” Zarill petted his stomach suggestively, revealing his true want for Gary’s body as food.

“Oh, um…” Gary blushed, he wasn’t expecting to be eaten today, but now, he can’t pry his mind from the thought.

“I’m just making the option open to you little guy, don’t worry. Besides, not many people want to be eaten by a salarian.” Zarill remarked, a little disappointment in his voice, but Gary reassured him.

“Oh no sir, I’d definitely want to be your food…it’s just I’m a little nervous.”

“Its ok Gary, I understand. It’s a big commitment, but let me ask you, what is stopping you now?” Gary thought for a moment at these words. It wasn’t his education, he planned on getting eaten some day and now he was going to be published. His family understood. Here was this sexy alien teacher offering to make him into food and he had no reason to refuse.

“You’re right…” Gary said in an almost wondrous epiphany. “I think I wanna do it now sir!”

“Excellent! It’s a good thing too because as you can see…” Zarill leaned down and pulled his lunch from the fridge, setting the container to heat it up for him. “I brought chorall noodles and forgot to put meat inside it. As you said in your paper, you’d make an excellent protein supplement. And please, call me Mach.” Its true, Gary thought, my paper discussed the viability of alien proteins in supplementing other organisms thoroughly.

He looked over the rim of the bowl to see the yellow noodles loose icy tension in them. Mach dipped his fork down into the meal, pulling them out to reveal their unique nature. The noodles were cooked with a kind of stringy, salarian cheese which spread through each noodle as they dangled from the fork. It looked like a savory, sour, spider web extending everywhere. When the container dinged done, Mach stirred the noodles about and lifted one forkful to his mouth, slurping up any not trapped inside the fleshy cave. He noisily gulped them whole, as was culturaly common for salarians to do, as they state it feels good in their stomachs.

All the while, Gary stared into the maw that was held wide open. The flesh inside was green, like the blood of the amphibious humanoid alien. It contrasted greatly with the yellow food to the point where it was almost glowing inside him. Another slurp sounded as Mach’s maw was filled. He spushed the food into his cheek and gestured to the lunch.

“Are you going to hop in?” he asked with a mouthful of noodles, his stomach growling in support. Gary eagerly nodded and took off his clothes, casting them aside and clamoring over the edge of the bowl. He wore a type of underwear that could be digested easily by others. It was very common to do so. He splattered into the mess, sinking up to his chest as he sat on the pile of edible strings.

Mach swallowed the mouthful and then used his utensil to press the human gently into the slop of cheese, completely covering him in the stringy stuff. He then began to twirl the fork, wrapping Gary to the prongs in the chorall so that his feet pointed towards the front. He looked forward to the face of his soon to be predator.

“You sure you want to do this Gary, you know we salarians can’t regurgitate better than most.” Mach warned, implying that there was no turning back after this moment.

“I’m sure Mach, go ahead.” Gary said, feeling actually content at his situation. He was glad that he was getting eaten and nothing could change that. No reason he could think of could be an excuse to not become food.

Mach nodded and said, “Then let’s get you acquainted with personal experience with your subject matter.” He opened his mouth wide and shoved the human in, closing his maw around him and pulling the fork out clean.

Inside, Gary’s head pressed against the teeth as the fork smoothly slid from beneath him. He slid onto the tongue and remained still for a moment to ingest his environment. The mouth was small, so his body had to curl up to fit, even then pressing on the surfaces around him. The teeth were well kept and the tongue was slimy, more so than other aliens due to the salarian’s amphibious heritage. The breath smelled distinctly fishy as well as cheesy. Apparently, Mach enjoyed fish greatly. There was no uvula, and so he could not come back when swallowed. He slid about the tongue as it moved, tasting his flesh and moaning at the texture of the taste buds. After a few minutes of this, a sigh of pleasure flooded Gary with heat before the tongue tipped up and the human slid down into the neck with a gush of noodles.

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The throat was thin, pressing on Gary enough to make him gasp for breath as it was forced out of his lungs. Soon though, relief was found as he slid through a ring of muscle, the salarian cardiac valve, and into the green, humid, and slimy stomach. The noodles had decorated the chamber with strings of cheese spreading from wall to wall, almost as if a spider went crazy inside the gut. Gary broke a few as he slid into the stomach, relaxing inside as the other noodles that were swallowed with him poured inside the gut. The chamber was brightly colored in comparison to the dull classroom, making him squint for a moment as his eyes adjusted. There was a pause around him before another torrent of noodles spilled in, remaking more strings inside. Gary forced his way to the top and felt the sway of churning.

At first, he wanted to take advantage of this moment to examine his new home scientifically. However, he realized that if he made any findings, it would be for naught as they would go nowhere outside of the salarian around him. He happily moaned at the thought; it allowed him to relax and enjoy his new digestive dorm. It was certainly better than the apartment he had.

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Mach swayed his hips as he walked to the publication office, making sure that his snack inside enjoyed the ride along the way. He handed the datapad with everything on it, as well as the forms, filled out by himself on proxy for Gary. When asked where Gary was while he was there, Mach merely patted his belly and they nodded.

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Inside, Gary heard everything and was happy. He was now food, yet making his mark on the world. He could feel his body begin to melt, softening to the peptic enzymes inside the slop around him. He had to admit, he was faring better than the noodles. Many were now slop, an hour after being eaten, only some decorating the surface of the goop that once was an appetizing meal. This continued for a little while longer, making him begin to slop off in chunks of gooey flesh. The experience was a blissful one, as he predicted, the enzymes triggered his neurons in his muscles to release euphoria, making digestion literally the most pleasurable feeling in the galaxy. He continued to turn to mush, decorating the walls with his flesh as the stomach churned onto him. He soon fell asleep, overloaded with bliss as the stomach began to liquefy the rest of his body.

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Mach heard a loud rumble from his gut, and suddenly, the slow, pleasing movements he felt deep inside him stopped. He patted his stomach, knowing that Gary finally was finished with the melting process inside him. Just in time too, because by the time he was done preparing dinner, he would be hungry again. Mach loved it when he ate his students, as few times as he gets too. Young, strong minds always felt the best inside of him.