This is a commission from  21parrots and it was really an interesting and challenging piece to do! I had to thing of unique differences between the geth and normal organic vore, but it let me try out their odd, white colored insides which i found sexy af! Anyway, hope I didn't get too sciency in this one, I've realized that it is very hard to make a vore story about geth without getting too sciency just to provide reasons as to why everything is. Plus, using the pronoun "it" instead of he/she was very confusing since it was a person.

Anyway, enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!!


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Prom tinkered with the apparatus ceaselessly that night. Well, not so much a night as an artificially simulated sleep cycle set in the endlessly active “nights of the citadel.” Prom was currently in his apartment working on something that is highly illegal to possess within Citadel and Council space and is usually frowned upon in the Terminus systems, and just plain bad to the Arcturus systems. Yet, despite how illegal it was, they both knew it would make an amazing research paper. Currently, he had his omnitool hooked up to a geth mind core, as he tinkered with some precision tools. The core was an odd thing for sure. While it was certainly looked synthetic in nature, this item was very similar to organic materials. It was soft to the touch, yet resilient. There was a conductive fluid, likely to carry the electric impulses inside the core. Various synopsis nodes would be tuned to receive varying levels of voltage through the fluid. It was all difficult to manage, but Prom and Sal had been doing this for years.
“How’s it looking Sal? Have you got the probes yet?” Prom asked as he looked up at his lifelong friend.
“Got the good stuff right here.” Sal looked quizzically at the small vial between his fingertips, lightly shaking it as he examined the amber liquid. Inside, micro probes swam around in the fluid, waiting to be deployed in an omnitool. Sal clicked the vial into a port in the poly-ceramic surface of the glowing tool and the liquid shot from it and into it and flowed through the white fluid of the mind core. A nearby monitor beeped in acknowledgement and confirmed their suspicions.
“So they do utilize protein ingestion and synthesis to maintain their synthetic tissue.” Prom stated in wonder as they looked at the results.
“This is a revolutionary discovery and all that Prom, but this only confirms a theory, and that doesn’t get us much.” Sal said, scratching his head. “We need to learn more for the paper, something big enough for us not to get in trouble when we show that we did something very illegal!”
“Well you know the next step after this Sal.” Prom stated plainly, making Sal take a deep breath.
“We have to go back to where we got the mind core.” Said Sal, who smirked a bit at Prom, both knowing the end result.
A few months back, a geth had contacted the pair after they discovered through their surveillance of the extranet the affinity that they had for the geth species. They had instructed them to study a geth mind core and turn their findings over to a university. The geth themselves wanted to slowly induct themselves into organic culture, and this was one branch of their multi staged campaign. The purpose of this was to teach organics the similarities between them, and help them be more welcome to their kind. When asked why they simply wouldn’t provide all data on how geth operated, the envoy they met replied:
“We wish to make the organics feel better about learning this information through discovery, as empirical evidence shows that organics tend to better use information when received in this manner.” The geth’s name was Crowe, or so the pair had nicknamed the unit who they met on Haestrom when they were invited. Since then, they’ve theorized many outcomes to which they would have to do should each theory they had be correct or incorrect. Certain ones went to extremes, but fortunately, this one went in a direction much to Prom’s liking.
Prom had been feeling a particular urge ever since he was a teenager. He really wanted to be eaten by someone. Of course, his love for the geth was greater though, and he never thought that the aliens were interesting enough to be eaten by. That is why this discovery is so important to him; if the geth do in fact ingest proteins, then it’s possible for him to be eaten by one. The thought pleased him and he felt extremely giddy.
“I’ll send Crowe a signal then, and it’ll pay for the ticket.” Sal sighed and tapped on a few keys of the holographic display. He felt a little saddened, knowing that when his friend left, the odds were that they’d never see each other again.
“Hey…you okay?” Prom rested his hand on Sal’s shoulder, he welcomed it
“I’m going to miss you, that’s all.” Sal smiled at his friend, and he perked up a little more. “But hey, this is your choice after all man. You go ahead and get chowed down on by a robot. Not many people get that opportunity after all.”
The pair laughed about it for a moment. Then Sal continued to finish the message and hit send. They waited for a few moments, before Sal checked his watch and silently held up his five fingers, putting them down to count down the time of the message’s arrival. When he hits zero, a mail icon appeared on the screen, since it arrives at the exact time every time. In the email, it elaborated a location for a meet up as well as explicit instructions on how to get there, including a specific shuttle rental store as well. Their account was also filled with the money to rent said shuttle, and a small bonus, but only because the geth were nice like that Prom smirked at his friend’s precise timing and left to his bedroom to pack for the trip.

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Prom sat patiently in the shuttle, tapping at his lap as it auto-docked at the platform the geth had set up for him on Haestrom. There was only one geth to meet him of course, an isolated unit to prevent any subterfuge should Prom decide to try and hack the units in a large group. They knew that since Prom had his own knowledge of the geth and they were giving him extensive experimentation opportunities, and thus he could have extended knowledge on how to access their internal software.
Prom watched as the shuttle doors opened for him, automated by the geth unit who stood outside to welcome him. Crowe got his name for the stark black color of his armor, with odd orange highlights on the sides of his head and arms. His face was expressive with special plates added to show some resemblance of organic emotion. Of course, Prom found it unsettling a little, but it was certainly better than whatever an emotionless geth would be like. He had never met another unit specifically for the same reason that only Crowe was here.
“Greetings organic Prom.” Crowe had stated in his monotone, robotic voice. He gestured outward from the shuttle, welcoming the human with an open hand. Prom smiled and stepped onto the geth’s hand, being gently brought to his flashlight face in a single smooth motion. He felt like he was being glared down upon by a massive search light, but was relieved as Crowe turned down the brightness of the shine significantly, now able to see around him.
“It’s good to see you Crowe, how are you holding up?” Prom said, looking around him at the calm Haestrom in the dead of the night. They met at night time, just like their first encounter so that the sun would not harm the unshielded human. However, Prom began thinking that since he was about to be eaten, maybe some toasted human would be appealing to the geth palette. Then he realized the idiocy of that though since this geth likely had no positive or negative associations with food taste, or even the capability of taste.
“Maintenance has been operated at one-hundred percent capacity, we are in pristine condition.” Crowe said as he carried the human to a nearby building. Inside, it had a small section with human accommodations, such as a bed, a sink, a shower, and a toilet. Only the bare essentials if for whatever reason Prom decided to stay.
“Thanks for setting this up Crowe, but you know why I’m here, I’m not going to be needing this stuff.” Prom said as he was set on the box that held it all. It was a relatively nice room, and had a great view of the ancient city outside a nearby window. He stared at it and smiled.
“We understand, but we also know that organics can alter their wishes before a significant event happens.” He lowered himself to level with Prom. “We only wish to provide if that is the case.”
“Well thanks I suppose.” Prom smiled at the Crowe, fascinated by his appearance. Despite his tireless study, there were many parts to Crowe that he has yet to understand. He supposed that he will soon discover them when he becomes a part of the being.
“Are you certain that you wish to become part of our daily protein intake?” Crowe asked, a brow plate being raised curiously. “If you are certain, we may begin to answer questions for you, but you will not be allowed to leave.
“…Will it hurt?” Prom asked the geth curiously. He knew the digestion process was pleasurable in other aliens.
“No, we have tested it before, you will feel no pain.” Crowe stated simply. It was almost as if Crowe didn’t care, but he knew that it did, considering all the extras provided. Prom did not wait long to respond, as he had long ago made up his mind.
“I’m certain then. I’ll be part of your food tonight Crowe.” Prom said, knowing that he had condemned himself to be “devoured” by Crowe tonight. It tipped its head curiously, as Prom’s dramatics was lost to him.
Over the next hour, Crowe began elaborating on how the electrical synopsis in the geth hardware works, as well as the practical applications of utilizing protein infused synthetic materials. The most important reason is that it allows a geth to live inside a unit with similar organic abilities, such as tissue regeneration, and adaptability. It’s also easier to repair, just pump more of the stuff into the hardware.
“We utilize these synthesizers to produce the fluid.” Crowe says as he activates it slightly, pouring out some of the liquid onto his fingers and bringing it to Prom to touch. He inserted his hand into it, it was thick, and slightly grainy, almost like instant potatoes, but more like caramel in adhesiveness. He looked at it inquisitively, seeing tiny lights inside, tiny robots to help with the binding process. It completely lacked in color, remaining white, hence the color of the geth’s insides. He gave a prospective lick, hoping that he would like it considering that he was about to be swimming in it. It tasted metallic, and almost cheesy. He squinted at it, wondering how it was made, but he knew there wasn’t enough time to discuss it, he had to get eaten soon after all.
“Have you had your fill today?” Prom asks, licking it again, kind of enjoying the flavor.
“We have not, and we are currently running the calculations of the difference in the normal protein consumption, in comparison to you. We will compensate for your additional nutrients.” He said casually about devouring Prom. It unsettled him a bit, but it was all true and he laughed at the though of an over eating geth, blown up being filled with the goo, it squirting out between plates and such. He kept that thought to himself.
“I’m not going to end up drowning in that am I?” He asked raising an eyebrow.
“There should be enough room in our processing compartment for you to breathe without impedance.” Crowe said, lifting the nozzle to his mouth, a small circular tube showing as a “jaw” lowered from the main part on Crowe’s head, and then he brought Prom close as well. The pungent aroma from the nozzle was strong this close, and he knew it would be even worse inside. “Are you ready to be assimilated?”
Prom felt a little nervous again, but he was overcome by a sudden lust. He wanted to be inside this geth, called to by the white and fleshy insides. It glowed slightly, and he felt like a moth being lured by a street lamp. His “breath” smelled similar to the goo, and he grinned, now excited about his fate.
“Yeah, I’m ready, enjoy your meal!” He made himself comfortable in the geth’s hand, his fate sealed as food.
“Acknowledged.” Crowe said and inserted the tube in the wet chamber. It was likely a synthetic saliva for lubrication and cleanliness upon ingestion. The machine whirred and began to pump the proteins into its mouth. Prom watched as it flowed through the tube, sliding in a gross manner inside. Crowe made gulping noises, a pneumatic operation to further pull the goo inside it. Prom was fascinated by this all. The goo would never leave the body, he knew, and neither would he, the thought excited him to no end.
After a minute of being filled with the proteins slowly passing, Crowe separated from the nozzle, reattaching it to its docking platform and then turning its attention to Prom, his side for this meal.
“We will now consume you, and continue filling afterwards, please proceed inside the induction port.” Crowe said as he leaned in toward Prom, reopening the induction port and releasing the scent over him again. Prom let out a sensual moan as he was breathed upon by the synthetic, getting a better look inside the mouth. It looked similar to a long esophagus, with some synthetic apparatuses meant to resemble oral anatomy in place as well. There was a white/blueish tongue as well as a same colored palette at the top. Behind was a ribbed tunnel that slowly curved downward further into the geth’s body.
Prom reached out, placing his hand on the tongue, and then the other, prospecting the entrance to his new home. Crowe waited patiently and still, silently waiting for the human to insert himself fully inside before proceeding with consumption. Prom reached forward, pulling himself all the way in. With his feet past the entrance, Crowe closed the induction port, pressing on Prom from top and bottom inside the mouth. He groaned at the pressure as the saliva substance seeped around him, making him more slick against the rubbery surface of the maw. Suddenly, the jaws whirred to like again and Prom looked behind him, seeing the nozzle reenter the mouth. It whirred to life again, and a surge of the goop sloshed inside, covering Prom in it. It seemed that Crowe was making it easier to swallow him by covering him in more of the “food.” Suddenly, Prom felt another pressure on him and was pulled forward by the suction of air into the ribbed tunnel, massaging his body as he was gulped down, squelching in the sticky, grainy substance around him. After a certain point, the tunnel clenched around him, pulling him down with each pulse into the geth’s body. Each pulse felt like a jolt, as the apparatus outside pressed him down the tight tube. Prom moaned at the feeling. It was pleasurable for him, but it was slightly hard to breathe. This was partially from the pressure, and partially from the strong scents inside. The previous aroma was stronger by a thousand fold, making him almost tear up as he was sent along his way.
Eventually, he squelched inside the “stomach” of the geth. Prom landed headfirst into the slop and quickly gained his bearings, standing up and breathing in deeply only to cough a bit. He waited for a few moments to gather his breath before wiping his eyes to clean off the slime. He groaned a bit but he was able to comfortably breathe as he stood. The goo was up to his waist in the small room. He could reach out and touch both sides of the stomach, since it was so small. The walls were slick in texture, almost as soft as silk. He felt it for a moment, seeing that the proteins were not sticking to the walls due to a special white slime on it. The glow was dim, likely from internal lights inside the geth. The body itself was relatively stationary, with a few whirrings and mechanical noises being heard throughout, as the rest of the body continued about its business, barely aware of the human’s presence. Prom’s inspection was interrupted suddenly when a pulse of more goo fell inside with him, splattering over his body. This time though, he didn’t mind, as he quickly grew used to it. A few more pulses came in, raising up the levels to Prom’s torso before the bombardment of the paste ended. Now, he stood calm in the food of the geth, taking in his surroundings.
“Is there adequate space inside the processing chamber?” Crowe asked, its voice sounding infinitely louder than before. Prom noticed the lights inside fluctuate to his speech, almost like a show. The glow was soothing to look at and somehow fitted with the bright white surroundings.
“I’m fine Crowe. I guess I just…digest in here now?”
“Your assumption is correct, we will break down your form until it is similar in composition around you. Then, our body will proceed with assimilation.”
“How will your stomach do that? Is it even equipped to do this?” Prom asked curiously. There was a pause from Crowe, before he interjected with his own response.
“Please refrain from asking questions so that you may enjoy the process. It is long and the details are too complex to be elaborated in the now limited time frame we have together. Instead, allow yourself to be taken completely.”
Prom thought about this and smiled.What was the point of learning all this extra stuff anyway? He wouldn’t be able to do anything with it, only carry it to his grave, that being a geth body.
“Well, okay Crowe… any other advice?” He lowered himself into the slop, heeding Crowe’s advice and enjoying the slow swaying motions of the stomach beginning to digest him.
“Please digest smoothly.” Crowe replied and Prom laughed, deciding that that meant for him to sit still and let it all happen. He felt nothing at first, but eventually, he began feeling as if he just ate a massive thanksgiving meal. He felt heavy, lethargic, hot, and barely wanted to move.
He knew the only things that could cause these feelings were boredom, or his body breaking down from the digestion, and he was having too much fun inside Crowe to be bored. He would smile with each of the frequent churns around him. They were either from the geth walking, or the artificially induced churning motions from a pressing apparatus on the outside of the stomach. With each motion, a wave was sent across the slop around him, sloshing the human around inside the stomach. He would be splashed upon by the juices as Crowe continued to digest him.
Prom felt around inside the stomach, noticing that there was no hole for an exit. It seemed that he would instead be absorbed through those white walls after he was thoroughly liquefied by the stomach. The smell only grew stronger as everything was being slowly processed, and Prom’s senses began to fade. His vision slowly blurred, and it got harder and harder to hear, but the smell was always there, and strong. He wondered if it affected his taste. He gave the goo another prospective lick, followed by a bite after he found that he enjoyed the flavor. It felt warm inside him as it slithered down his own throat. He thought that it was likely aiding in his digestion, melting him from the inside now. He knew he wouldn’t remain conscious much longer now, and he closed his eyes, settling in at last and giving in to the organ.
As Crowe processed Prom, his omnitool activated, releasing a vial full of the same probes that he used to analyze the mind core. This time, they would analyze a whole geth. Prom sank below the surface, losing his definition as Crowe finished him off, turning him into the same slop as the rest of his food. Crowe ran an internal scan to check on the human’s status. Once he found no trace of him, only the protein goo, he began to absorb it, as well as the probes. They surged through his body scanning everything they could before returning to the mind core. Crowe scanned all the data, making sure that everything that would be sent to Sal was within its agreement with Prom. After finding no recordings or pictures or any other additional information other than what Sal would discover himself, Crowe sent it off to him, a data pack spreading across the galaxy and arriving in Sal’s terminal. He heard it beep with a notification, and smiled, activating the device to find zettabytes of raw data on the bodily processes of a geth. He smiled wide, silently thanking his friend as he set out to organize the data, creating chapter after chapter for his research paper. Eventually, a massive document was compiled, and it had virtually everything that there was to know about a geth’s hardware.

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It took him a month to complete, but he finally finished the paper and the scientific community awarded him with praise, as well as a little scrutiny for unorthodox methods of discovery. Eventually, this knowledge helped the organics better communicate with the geth and realize that the two are not so different.
Meanwhile, the geth had realized what a potent source of protein that humans could be.