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And now, things get weird. This is my first serious story where the focus is not on the vore (granted there is the tiniest amount in it), but rather on character.
Its the beginning of my first actual arc and I hope to do more as I find greater amounts of free time. I'm afraid that it isn't that good in comparison to my others, but it was still pretty fun to write. Its nice to write something for my non-voraphile watchers, for which I apologize for filling your submissions alerts with... well you know.
Here you guys go.
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Smug Shot
Leif sat down at his seat in the booth on the edge of the Citadel Café. With a wave to Korin, and a comforting nod, she stepped away. Leif ingested the silence around him. It was surprising really. The cafe had a slow day and he remained as one of the few visitors. Even those few were relatively silent. He looked ahead, and where another person would sit, there remained nothing. Leif waited patiently and asked Korin for tonight’s choice wine. It was a thessian red tarquina, 2160, not a cheap purchase, but a worthy one. It appears that the turian lady he scheduled with had gotten cold feet. It’s understandable; one doesn’t often see a turian, such a proud being, give themselves entirely into another individual. Still, It annoyed Leif well enough. He swirled the glass, analyzing the thickness of the liquid. Surprisingly, it was very viscous, and resistant to agitation. Its blood red appearance was menacing to him. He felt guilt as he looked at it, thinking back to his time in the military.
It was an… interesting time of his life. He felt comfortable enough with his squad mates, and even had relations with the cabal envoy in the barracks. However, there was an air of overconfidence in that place. Everyone had a certain power to them, and it could always be found at their hips. It was against regulation to be without a weapon. They even took their guns to the showers. Leif laughed on the inside, remembering how quickly those jokes were silenced by the drill sergeant. He then thought about the silence itself. Was it out of respect? Fear? Likely fear, Leif assumed. But then what was this silence around him? It felt… hollow.
He was so bored, he decided to take a selfie from his omnitool to commemorate this moment. Thus, there was his small, holographic image of himself swirling his wine, trying to enjoy himself. It was then he realized that there was no real silence, as the vid-screen nearby discussed the recent news. It seemed that turian forces were sweeping up any fleeing reapers, quickly overwhelming them through thorough coordination due to the human’s scouting capabilities as stealth reconnaissance. The asari reporter remarked about the ease of the war and thanked Saren arteries for assisting in its swift end.
Leif smiled, glad that the forewarning by Saren prevented any need for a draft. He didn’t want to go back into the military. When Leif left, he was at the rank of commander and wasn’t interested in anything higher up. He already superseded that position in the hierarchy in an economic position. The news was interrupted by a commercial. Joyful music played with cheery lyrics of a cartoon with happy tuiran opening his mouth and a few different shrunken species jumping inside. He then swallowed in a goofy fashion and laughed. The cartoon then danced about an oral fragrance bottle, claiming that people “just can’t resist” jumping down into that smell. Leif chuckled at this. The product itself seemed useless; as his prey often points out that they absolutely love the smell inside him anyways.
Leif paid little mind to anything else, which was unfortunate because he then ignored the beautiful music from further across the atrium of the room. There stood a turian like no other. Her skin was dark black, highlighted by the blue markings across her face and arms. The blue glowed slightly in the more dim setting. She had quite the crowd around her as they enjoyed, explaining the drained appearance around Leif. He soon took notice however, and saw her, admiring the dress she wore. It was short enough to barely graze the floor. The front was parted to reveal her legs in the thick turian style stockings.
“Ah, there’s my date.” Leif thought to himself with a chuckle.
Soon the song was finished. There was applause and the crowd dispersed, resuming their meals of sentience or otherwise. Estrica stepped off the stage looking around for a moment before seeing Leif across the way. She flashed an awkward smile and walked over to him, blushing blue.
“I’m sorry about taking the time to sing, I saw it was open mic-night here and… I suppose I got carried away with it.” She said, looking genuinely apologetic, but trying to relieve the tension of the situation.
“It’s perfectly alright Ester, I actually thought that you had cold feet about being my food tonight. I don’t blame you though, it’s an intimidating thing.”
Ester took a moment to process this, apparently caught off guard by what Leif had just said. Leif felt a little awkward himself. Did she not know what they were doing here tonight?
“Oh. I’m sorry Leif, I think I misinterpreted what you meant by ‘having me for dinner’ tonight.’” Ester responded, becoming even more embarrassed at the situation and even a little fearful. She didn’t want to make a fool out of herself. That would arouse suspicion. She thought that he would have wanted a simple meal that didn’t include her tonight. She chastised herself for not assuming this considering how often she’s seen him eating other people in the media. How does one respond to this situation? She searched her mind to find out.
“Ha, no, it’s my fault, I really need to be more clear about my intentions.” Leif said, much to Ester’s gratitude.
“Right…well would you still be interested in a date then or are you going to head out?” Ester asked, still hoping that Leif would accept. That’s what people do here right? Go on dates?
“Oh no, Of course I’ll stay, I did promise to treat you to lunch after all.” Leif said, winking at her. Korin arrived at that moment, a little surprised at thhe change of role that Leif’s company had, but smiled anyways , flashing a “go get her tiger” look to him while Ester wasn’t looking.
“So Ester, tell me about yourself, where are you from?”
“Out on a colony in the traverse. I’ve moved to the citadel a few months ago.” Ester responded, rather in a rehearsed manner and swiftly too. Leif paid no mind to it though. He merely nodded, satisfied with her answer.
“I’m from Palaven, it’s a bit different I’d assume.” Leif said. “Was your colony very strict with its laws?”
“Oh, um no, it was very lenient. We were on the edge, near the terminus systems, so I never had to join the military at fifteen.”
“Really?” Leif was surprised by that. From his experience, he didn’t think that anyone would be able to skirt that, considering how regimented they were. He could tell it was a touchy subject though and that she might not be entirely truthful. Did she desert or something? He’d best change the topic of discussion fast, or risk making her even more uncomfortable. Such a secret should be left unsaid. Or at least among close friends.
“So, why’d you come to the Citadel?”
“Well, I actually wanted to see the culture here. It’s always fun to be part of so many mixing societies. From where I’m from, it’s always the same person. Its dull and I wanted to experience more.”
“So it wasn’t a job or anything?”
“Oh no, I sing for a living and I get paid enough. I don’t need much so I’m happy in my place on Zakera.” She was referring to her dingy apartment. It was that moment she realized that If Leif ever wanted to visit, he’d not like it, considering she could barely fit inside herself. She made a personal note to never invite anyone to her home.
Korin returned to take their food orders. Leif ordered his meal as well as a human to replace Ester’s originally intended position. Ester took interest in this, but was a little discomforted by it. Such sacrifices were made so casually in this place.
“Is it common for people to…eat each other here?” Ester asked, a little curious at the practice. She’s taken note that it’s been controversial over the years, yet still widely done.
“Very actually, you are from out of town then aren’t you?” Leif asked jokingly. Ester blushed again, which wasn’t common among turians due to their thick hides. She is certainly an interesting person Leif thought, and he really wanted to get to know her more. Her beauty was an added bonus.
“Hehe…yeah” she said a little awkwardly. Leif decided to back off this topic as well. Instead, they shifted discussion to music and how Leif adored her performance. They talked about their personal preferences . Ester had a love of singing (obviously) while also enjoying videogames when she could. The truth was that she pirated them easily. Leif found her to be fun, and she thought the same. He talked about how he liked to play games too, when he could find the time for it. Leif talked a lot about human literature that he’d been reading as well. This continued on for a half hour before Korin arrived with the meal.
“Ah, here we go, here is your steak ma’am, and here you go Leif, a platter of mixed pasta with a human for a side. Hope you both enjoy!” With that Korin left, letting the other two turians feel the resonance of her bubbly energy. It somehow brightened the already happy environment. Leif ate the human first. As much as he loved eating people, he rather enjoyed Ester’s presence and didn’t want…whatever his name was, to distract him.
“I-I’m sorry, I just still don’t understand that…” Ester said.
“What? Eating people?”
“Yeah!”
“Well, have you ever tried one?”
“Well….no. Is that uncommon?” Ester had worry grow in her voice.
“Oh no, It’s not uncommon hun!” Leif lied through his wide teeth. “It just…um…” Leif failed miserably at trying to find the words for it all. Surprisingly to Ester, she found his floundering more amusing than her abnormality as distressing.
They continued to eat, occasionally telling a joke, laughing. Maybe a personal story or two was shared. They enjoyed the night well enough. As it came to a close, they shared a cheese cake for dessert and parted ways at the door. They hugged, and hoped that the other would agree to another date. Leif sealed the deal by giving Ester a small peck on the lips and smiled.
“You’re a real cassonova Leif”
“Um… what is that?”
“An ancient human… yeah you probably don’t know him.”
“And to think, I was planning on eating you tonight. You’re also a…Casonava.”
“Casanova.” Ester corrected.
The smiled, kissed once more, and separated for the night.
…
Ester stepped into her “home.” It wasn’t really. Her body was her home. She saved the file with that evening with Leif in her “special” folder in her databanks. It was a fun experience and she… felt something for once. It was an exhilarating thing! Sure the Geth would be pleased with her analysis of the organic culture as is, but she was even more happy now. For the rest of that night, her body stood there, deactivated, while her software replayed the date over and over again, hidden beneath the dead looking, partially organic shell.
Its the beginning of my first actual arc and I hope to do more as I find greater amounts of free time. I'm afraid that it isn't that good in comparison to my others, but it was still pretty fun to write. Its nice to write something for my non-voraphile watchers, for which I apologize for filling your submissions alerts with... well you know.
Here you guys go.
___________________
Smug Shot
Leif sat down at his seat in the booth on the edge of the Citadel Café. With a wave to Korin, and a comforting nod, she stepped away. Leif ingested the silence around him. It was surprising really. The cafe had a slow day and he remained as one of the few visitors. Even those few were relatively silent. He looked ahead, and where another person would sit, there remained nothing. Leif waited patiently and asked Korin for tonight’s choice wine. It was a thessian red tarquina, 2160, not a cheap purchase, but a worthy one. It appears that the turian lady he scheduled with had gotten cold feet. It’s understandable; one doesn’t often see a turian, such a proud being, give themselves entirely into another individual. Still, It annoyed Leif well enough. He swirled the glass, analyzing the thickness of the liquid. Surprisingly, it was very viscous, and resistant to agitation. Its blood red appearance was menacing to him. He felt guilt as he looked at it, thinking back to his time in the military.
It was an… interesting time of his life. He felt comfortable enough with his squad mates, and even had relations with the cabal envoy in the barracks. However, there was an air of overconfidence in that place. Everyone had a certain power to them, and it could always be found at their hips. It was against regulation to be without a weapon. They even took their guns to the showers. Leif laughed on the inside, remembering how quickly those jokes were silenced by the drill sergeant. He then thought about the silence itself. Was it out of respect? Fear? Likely fear, Leif assumed. But then what was this silence around him? It felt… hollow.
He was so bored, he decided to take a selfie from his omnitool to commemorate this moment. Thus, there was his small, holographic image of himself swirling his wine, trying to enjoy himself. It was then he realized that there was no real silence, as the vid-screen nearby discussed the recent news. It seemed that turian forces were sweeping up any fleeing reapers, quickly overwhelming them through thorough coordination due to the human’s scouting capabilities as stealth reconnaissance. The asari reporter remarked about the ease of the war and thanked Saren arteries for assisting in its swift end.
Leif smiled, glad that the forewarning by Saren prevented any need for a draft. He didn’t want to go back into the military. When Leif left, he was at the rank of commander and wasn’t interested in anything higher up. He already superseded that position in the hierarchy in an economic position. The news was interrupted by a commercial. Joyful music played with cheery lyrics of a cartoon with happy tuiran opening his mouth and a few different shrunken species jumping inside. He then swallowed in a goofy fashion and laughed. The cartoon then danced about an oral fragrance bottle, claiming that people “just can’t resist” jumping down into that smell. Leif chuckled at this. The product itself seemed useless; as his prey often points out that they absolutely love the smell inside him anyways.
Leif paid little mind to anything else, which was unfortunate because he then ignored the beautiful music from further across the atrium of the room. There stood a turian like no other. Her skin was dark black, highlighted by the blue markings across her face and arms. The blue glowed slightly in the more dim setting. She had quite the crowd around her as they enjoyed, explaining the drained appearance around Leif. He soon took notice however, and saw her, admiring the dress she wore. It was short enough to barely graze the floor. The front was parted to reveal her legs in the thick turian style stockings.
“Ah, there’s my date.” Leif thought to himself with a chuckle.
Soon the song was finished. There was applause and the crowd dispersed, resuming their meals of sentience or otherwise. Estrica stepped off the stage looking around for a moment before seeing Leif across the way. She flashed an awkward smile and walked over to him, blushing blue.
“I’m sorry about taking the time to sing, I saw it was open mic-night here and… I suppose I got carried away with it.” She said, looking genuinely apologetic, but trying to relieve the tension of the situation.
“It’s perfectly alright Ester, I actually thought that you had cold feet about being my food tonight. I don’t blame you though, it’s an intimidating thing.”
Ester took a moment to process this, apparently caught off guard by what Leif had just said. Leif felt a little awkward himself. Did she not know what they were doing here tonight?
“Oh. I’m sorry Leif, I think I misinterpreted what you meant by ‘having me for dinner’ tonight.’” Ester responded, becoming even more embarrassed at the situation and even a little fearful. She didn’t want to make a fool out of herself. That would arouse suspicion. She thought that he would have wanted a simple meal that didn’t include her tonight. She chastised herself for not assuming this considering how often she’s seen him eating other people in the media. How does one respond to this situation? She searched her mind to find out.
“Ha, no, it’s my fault, I really need to be more clear about my intentions.” Leif said, much to Ester’s gratitude.
“Right…well would you still be interested in a date then or are you going to head out?” Ester asked, still hoping that Leif would accept. That’s what people do here right? Go on dates?
“Oh no, Of course I’ll stay, I did promise to treat you to lunch after all.” Leif said, winking at her. Korin arrived at that moment, a little surprised at thhe change of role that Leif’s company had, but smiled anyways , flashing a “go get her tiger” look to him while Ester wasn’t looking.
“So Ester, tell me about yourself, where are you from?”
“Out on a colony in the traverse. I’ve moved to the citadel a few months ago.” Ester responded, rather in a rehearsed manner and swiftly too. Leif paid no mind to it though. He merely nodded, satisfied with her answer.
“I’m from Palaven, it’s a bit different I’d assume.” Leif said. “Was your colony very strict with its laws?”
“Oh, um no, it was very lenient. We were on the edge, near the terminus systems, so I never had to join the military at fifteen.”
“Really?” Leif was surprised by that. From his experience, he didn’t think that anyone would be able to skirt that, considering how regimented they were. He could tell it was a touchy subject though and that she might not be entirely truthful. Did she desert or something? He’d best change the topic of discussion fast, or risk making her even more uncomfortable. Such a secret should be left unsaid. Or at least among close friends.
“So, why’d you come to the Citadel?”
“Well, I actually wanted to see the culture here. It’s always fun to be part of so many mixing societies. From where I’m from, it’s always the same person. Its dull and I wanted to experience more.”
“So it wasn’t a job or anything?”
“Oh no, I sing for a living and I get paid enough. I don’t need much so I’m happy in my place on Zakera.” She was referring to her dingy apartment. It was that moment she realized that If Leif ever wanted to visit, he’d not like it, considering she could barely fit inside herself. She made a personal note to never invite anyone to her home.
Korin returned to take their food orders. Leif ordered his meal as well as a human to replace Ester’s originally intended position. Ester took interest in this, but was a little discomforted by it. Such sacrifices were made so casually in this place.
“Is it common for people to…eat each other here?” Ester asked, a little curious at the practice. She’s taken note that it’s been controversial over the years, yet still widely done.
“Very actually, you are from out of town then aren’t you?” Leif asked jokingly. Ester blushed again, which wasn’t common among turians due to their thick hides. She is certainly an interesting person Leif thought, and he really wanted to get to know her more. Her beauty was an added bonus.
“Hehe…yeah” she said a little awkwardly. Leif decided to back off this topic as well. Instead, they shifted discussion to music and how Leif adored her performance. They talked about their personal preferences . Ester had a love of singing (obviously) while also enjoying videogames when she could. The truth was that she pirated them easily. Leif found her to be fun, and she thought the same. He talked about how he liked to play games too, when he could find the time for it. Leif talked a lot about human literature that he’d been reading as well. This continued on for a half hour before Korin arrived with the meal.
“Ah, here we go, here is your steak ma’am, and here you go Leif, a platter of mixed pasta with a human for a side. Hope you both enjoy!” With that Korin left, letting the other two turians feel the resonance of her bubbly energy. It somehow brightened the already happy environment. Leif ate the human first. As much as he loved eating people, he rather enjoyed Ester’s presence and didn’t want…whatever his name was, to distract him.
“I-I’m sorry, I just still don’t understand that…” Ester said.
“What? Eating people?”
“Yeah!”
“Well, have you ever tried one?”
“Well….no. Is that uncommon?” Ester had worry grow in her voice.
“Oh no, It’s not uncommon hun!” Leif lied through his wide teeth. “It just…um…” Leif failed miserably at trying to find the words for it all. Surprisingly to Ester, she found his floundering more amusing than her abnormality as distressing.
They continued to eat, occasionally telling a joke, laughing. Maybe a personal story or two was shared. They enjoyed the night well enough. As it came to a close, they shared a cheese cake for dessert and parted ways at the door. They hugged, and hoped that the other would agree to another date. Leif sealed the deal by giving Ester a small peck on the lips and smiled.
“You’re a real cassonova Leif”
“Um… what is that?”
“An ancient human… yeah you probably don’t know him.”
“And to think, I was planning on eating you tonight. You’re also a…Casonava.”
“Casanova.” Ester corrected.
The smiled, kissed once more, and separated for the night.
…
Ester stepped into her “home.” It wasn’t really. Her body was her home. She saved the file with that evening with Leif in her “special” folder in her databanks. It was a fun experience and she… felt something for once. It was an exhilarating thing! Sure the Geth would be pleased with her analysis of the organic culture as is, but she was even more happy now. For the rest of that night, her body stood there, deactivated, while her software replayed the date over and over again, hidden beneath the dead looking, partially organic shell.
Category Story / Vore
Species Alien (Other)
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This is an intersting development, especially that last part. Looking forward to more of it.
Also my curiousity be damned. That blood red wine... As far as I know not too many species have red blood, just what did Leif's millitary career involve? Was he part of the first contact with humans? In a violent way, I assume?
Also my curiousity be damned. That blood red wine... As far as I know not too many species have red blood, just what did Leif's millitary career involve? Was he part of the first contact with humans? In a violent way, I assume?
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