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After a long week of restless nights and endless thought on the matter. He finds himself again at the bar, ready to commit himself to a course of action that would forever change his life. That is, if he managed to stay alive long enough…
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This took quite a while to write and far too long to edit, I may rewrite it at some point as well. It’s become a bit of a monster, but I think it turned out alright. I’m already considering a rewrite and have several more ideas for sequels or stories from this world.
If you want to get straight to the vorey goodness, and bypass all that sweet, sweet foreplay, then jump down to part five.
Enjoy!
19,113 Words
As always, if you find my work moderately acceptable, please consider treating me to a tasty coffee... https://ko-fi.com/G2G0AKZU",
"writing": "[center]PART ONE[/center]\n\nDevon leaned forward onto the hard, composite railing and stared out into the massive space beyond. The open area that lay outside the railing stretched away for hundreds, if not thousands, of meters. While the `floor' of the colossal room lay at least fifty meters down below him.\n\nThe relatively tiny section of the bar delegated to the colonies human population was little more than a shelf when compared to the rest of it. A small platform, off to the side, where the diminutive humans could come out to order something or enjoy the view and get some relatively fresh air. If they dared.\n\nThe Brellan population had found the human custom of social drinking to be somewhat amusing, so, of course, they had adopted it. Various bars, lounges, saloons, and other forms of the establishments they'd found listed in the ship's archives had sprung up all over the planet not too long after the colonists had arrived.\n\nWhile the Brellans themselves had even adopted the assorted terminologies and phrases used by those who tended the bar. It made the scene a very strange one indeed, as though one had shrunk down and found themselves in a twenty-first century sports bar. Albeit, a sports bar filled with giant, furry aliens.\n\nHis gaze swept the room, observing several brellans, scattered amongst the half dozen building sized tables, as they chatted with each other or scanned billboard-sized data-pads. All while drinking a year's worth of liquor rations with each massive swallow of whatever harsh beverage they favored. The thought of how unfair it was to him, filled Devon with a notable tinge of animosity toward the giant, furry, canid-like creatures.\n\nAlthough, the bulk of his seething was directed more at the colonial leadership, who had deemed it necessary for the ration in the first place. It's almost as though they didn't realize they were living on a planet with plenty of resources to spare. After all, they were living in what was essentially a fucking closet, asking for a bottle or two of alcohol surely isn't that much of an inconvenience to their new neighbors.\n\nA shadow fell over him as an island of spotted black-grey fur drifted into view just in front of him. He took a couple of steps back away from it in surprise as the head of the bar's brellan bartender stooped down to speak with him. While the one large, yellow eye visible blinked at Devon for a moment as it focused on him.\n\nThe male brellan was dressed in a human version of formal evening wear that they'd also seen in the archives and adapted for their use. A pair of dark grey slacks, simple light-blue, short-sleeve, button-up business-shirt, with a black bowtie. The result of which only made him look all the more alien.\n\nHowever, the general consensus was that it added to the `human' part of the overall experience. The only thing lacking was shoes. As brellans didn't normally wear them and you never see a bartender's feet anyway, they felt it wasn't worth the pain of wearing them.\n\nHis sudden appearance interrupted his train of thought and triggered several powerful, primal urges to flee from the predatory form looming before him.\n\n``You alright there, little buddy... need anything?'' the brellan bartender half whispered so as not to deafen the small human while he bent down slightly to be at Devon's eye level.\n\n``Oh...?'' Devon replied, a bit distracted as his attention was pulled away by the sudden sight of a Brellan female downing a tankard filled with enough beer to keep the human's thirst slated for the foreseeable future. ``No... I'm fine... uh... thank you just the same though,'' he responded with a quick shake of his head, more to clear the fog than communicate his intentions.\n\n``Alright, suit yourself,'' the publican said and stood to depart, ``If you need anything, just yell... we have very good hearing you know,'' he gestured towards one of his long, pointed, canine-like ears.\n\nDevon nodded, and the Brellan turned to leave, however, he noticed the creatures gaze flit back toward the female that'd attracted his attention. He looked between them for a heartbeat and a little smile twisted at the edges of his long, massive muzzle as he walked away. He couldn't guess at what the creature meant by it, but he had a vague idea. It most likely wasn't a very pleasant one, at least for most humans that is.\n\nThe giant furry monsters were an agreeable enough species, generally speaking, that is. They had welcomed humans to their world with surprisingly few issues. Mostly because the relatively minuscule pink-primates used so few resources they could be almost ignored by the entire population. In fact, their presence was still quite unknown to the vast majority of it.\n\nWhile the human colonists themselves had actually been quite surprised when they'd arrived and found the planet already inhabited. Even more so when their ship had been pulled out of orbit by something twice its size that was casually sent up to investigate. But they had been allowed to stay, so long as they kept to themselves and obeyed the few, and rather generous, laws given to them by the brellan government.\n\nWhich had been very few indeed, mostly just to limit their living spaces to designated sectors within the two cities and a tract of countryside set apart for them. For their own safety and overall protection, of course. They had the freedom to do whatever they pleased within their living space and the understanding that their lives didn't mean much outside of those safe settlement-zones. It would be too difficult, and perhaps even pointless, to keep track of them if they wandered about the planet. If they left the area and an animal, or even another Brellan, discovered them, there was nothing that could be done. \n\nThere had been a few stories circulated around the colony not too long ago. About some of the questionable activities certain Brellans would encourage their little Human friends to agree to. That, or flat out lie about their intentions to get them out of the safe zone, then, do as they pleased with little, if any, legal repercussions. To be honest, some of the stories had intrigued Devon a little bit; the Brellans were a somewhat attractive species, in their own way.\n\nThe colonies own government had complained once or twice about it and made a couple of inquiries into what could be done to improve the situation. They had sent multiple requests for assistance and even an emergency relocation back to Sol. However, due to the time and distance involved, it was unlikely anything would be done within anyone's lifetime.\n\nDevon gave another long glance at the female and noticed the bartender still hovering near the platform with a questing look. He shifted his gaze back up to meet that of the slotted, yellow orbs above him. \n\n``Hmm?'' he muttered the question as loud as he could manage without making it sound like a squeal.\n\n``Interested?'' the dropship-sized head whispered to him in a conspiratorial tone as it inclined toward the distant table.\n\n``In, um... what?'' he said with a perplexed look that made him feel like a rodent wondering what the fox wanted. For some reason, his eyes seemed drawn into the dark, looming void that lay just beyond his lips as the creature spoke. \n\nThe Brellan mixologist rolled his eyes in mild exasperation, wondering if all hoomani were that dense. ``In her...'' he said with a slight tilt of his head in the female's direction, ``...Silly ape.''\n\nDevon blushed at the Brellan having noticed his glance in her direction, although, he wasn't quite sure why. ``Oh... well... not like that, if you're insinuation what it is I think you are,'' he replied in a low mutter that he knew the alien could still easily hear none-the-less.\n\nThe barkeep gave a massive, toothy smile, having misread the human's blush as nervous attraction rather than being caught staring with simple, if not a bit rude, curiosity. ``It's alright, nothing to be ashamed of...'' the barman soothed as he sidled up a little closer to the platform, so that his strange breath wafted gently over it. ``...I can put in a good word, if you would like. She's somewhat of a regular here, you know, and I'm sure she'd be open to you going over and... saying hello.''\n\nHe looked up at him in panic and blurted out, ``No! It's... um... alright, just... er... looking, is all.'' He took a breath to relax and added as calmly as he could, so as not to offend, ``Thank you, however, just the same.''\n\nThe tapper winked down at him knowing smile. ``No need to be so shy, my little primate,'' he said and leaned down towards him a little more. Where the brellan continue in what he thought was a conspiratorial whisper, as his hot, oddly-smelling breath blasted against the humans face, ``Kestial is actually quite partial to you little fellas, so I'm told. Rather enjoys your company from time to time.''\n\n ``Oh,'' Devon uttered as he felt his face flush again at the thought. ``She must be really nice then... I'll... um... think about it. Thank you.''\n\nKestial, most likely due to the solar-sail-sized ears that swiveled eagerly back and forth on her head, must have heard her name being mentioned because she looked their way. Upon seeing him, a little smile played at the corner of her mouth and she gave him a small, knowing nod before taking another, far slower and all to alluring, drink.\n\nShe did seem to have a certain appeal, Devon realized as he considered her, the way she held that towering drink so invitingly in her hand helped more than its fair share as well. He found himself starting to work through a serious temptation to be taken over to her table. Which was well outside the safe-zone that ended at the railing he had unconsciously began to press rather hard against.\n\nAlthough, the Brellan bar itself was a bit of a `grey area' so far as the law went. The edge of the safe-zone was technically the end of the human only area, which meant the ledge he was standing on. However, legally it included any building it was apart of, so-as-to establish a buffer area that kept anyone who got lost from being harmed.\n\nIntentionally anyway. Accidents were known to happen from time to time. Some poor sap wanders down the wrong hallway and stumbles out the wrong door to find himself on the floor. Where he gets stepped on, ran over, or manages to die in some other tragic and equally horrible way. It was far rarer than people thought, but it did happen every now and then. Which usually got blown way out of proportion and was all anyone could talk about for several weeks.\n\nThere'd actually been protests about it at one of the other settlements. He couldn't find all that much information about it though, as colony management had issued a communications black-out and claimed it was simple civil-unrest. Word on the net, however, was that the settlement wanted the safe-zone expanded, there had been far too many close calls or injuries, even a couple of rather nasty deaths because of it. Either way, it was the only thing anyone wanted to talk about for some time afterward.\n\nSome of them, and to no one's surprise, had been made to only look like accidents. Devon had been told one or two ominous stories about that as well, several accidents happened to people for one reason or another. Many of which were tossed around as cautionary tales, something to scare children into following the rules or to threaten people with to keep them in line.\n\nLike the poor guy who was tossed from an emergency wall-hatch onto a plate of food as it was being served to an unknowing Brellan. Something about hoarding food rations, the details were always a little vague whenever he heard it. Just a grim story about a convenient method of getting rid of someone without raising too many questions. Either way, it had to be a really shitty way to go, literally.\n\nThinking of that story caused an interesting speculation to pop into his head. It made him consider what it would be like to stand on her table, right next to, and dwarfed by, her meal and drink. The thought gave him a small thrill of adventure and sent an odd tingle up his spine. \n\nHe knew the rumors about certain Brellan appetites, and how humans played a key part of them. But it didn't do much to deter him from the notion, and it worked through his mind for a while as she watched Kestial continue to enjoy her beverage. The idea had solidified and he was about to have the publican take him over to speak with her, when someone called out from behind him and snapped him back to sanity.\n\n``Devon! There you are,'' a voice filled with relief and notable alarm exclaimed from the doorway leading out to the balcony.\n\nHe turned around, feeling a little ashamed of himself, to see Malcom standing just inside the doorway as his eyes scanned the massive space beyond with clear apprehension. Devon waved off the barkeep with a friendly smile and sauntered over to the doorway.\n\n``Hey man, what's up?'' he said with as much casual grace as he could muster.\n\nMalcom gave the colossal room, and the receding brellan, beyond a final nervous glance before all-but-pulling Devon through the doorway and back into the human sized space.\n\n``Just looking for you is all,'' Malcom said with a poorly-hid, half-relieved sigh, ``We got our last round ready, come on.''\n\n``Cool, lets go,'' Devon replied as he began to make his way back to the table with the rest of his friends and co-workers.\n\nMalcom, however, put a hand out to stop him. ``You've got to be careful man! Those... things can do anything they want to you, anything at all, with complete impunity,'' he said in an annoyed hush.\n\n``Yeah, I've heard that, what of it? There's a safe-zone for a reason, and that bar is part of it. Besides, you know how litigious Brellans can be when it come to the law,'' Devon said with his own hint of annoyance as he waved away the other man's hand.\n\nOf course, Malcom was most likely, if not absolutely, right, and he'd just been about to place himself into the somewhat dubious hands of one of them. Technically two of them if he was honest with himself. All because she'd given him a pretty smile and he'd been a little too curious about something he shouldn't give a shit about in the first place.\n\nThen again, had she offered to share some of that tanker-skiff load of alcohol, he might have been a lot less hesitant. Or possibly dead, which was the whole reason that Malcom was a bit upset with him at that moment. However, then he wouldn't have had to endure being berated by his friend, it was a toss-up as to which one he preferred more just then.\n\n``What of it?'' Malcom huffed with severe incredulity. ``Are you really that naive, they fucking eat people, you know that, right? As in, swallow us whole like we're nothing but a handy treat or fun little snack to play with between meals. You heard about what happened to the Sigma-Eight survey team... right? Thirty-five people, snatched up and carted off for appetizers or some shit... that's all they are now anyway.''\n\n``Don't be a fucking idiot, I've read the actual report about the incident, as have you,'' Devon said with a repudiated sigh. ``So, I know you understand that story to be complete bullshit. A piss-poor attempt to try and stir up trouble between the Colony and the Brellans, which is a very bad idea, especially considering what you just said they can do to us.''\n\nMalcom let out a low, mirthless chuckle and replied in a cool tone as his temper started to rise, ``Those `reports' can be doctored or faked, stupid. The Colony Government doesn't give a shit about us, you know that, they might as well be pets for those fucking monsters, man. Hell, for all we know... they already are... and they're just keeping us peons around for use as cattle... or worse.''\n\nDevon raised an eyebrow and gave Malcom a wry look. ``What's worse than cattle?''\n\nMalcom waved his hand in a dismissive gesture and made a frustrated noise. ``Does it matter, man? You know what I mean, don't be a fucking idiot.'' \n\nDevon scoffed and pushed his way past Malcom to continue toward the table and their waiting co-workers. Who had begun to take an amused interest in the hushed, yet fierce, conversation. He could feel other man's gaze on the back of his head, but he didn't care. He knew what he was doing, he knew the laws, he knew just how safe he was... and wasn't. Just because Malcom couldn't keep his asinine conspiracy theories to himself after a couple drinks was no reason to think otherwise.\n\nHe sat down and they finished the night in good spirits. Malcom seemed to forget about the incident the moment the next drink touched his lips and Devon put it all out of his mind as the night progressed. Later, as he returned to his quarters and dropped into bed, his thoughts were only about the next days reports and manning estimates.\n\n\f\n\n[center]Part Two[/center]\n\nHis dreams that night, however, were mostly about Kestial, and the delights of what could have been. The soft, inviting smile she'd given him, and the alluring look her eyes had held for him danced through his mind. While the large drink she held before her rose to the forefront, along with the prospect of, perhaps, her wanting to share some of it with the eager little human.\n\nFantastic imagery drifted through his sleeping mind of her letting him jump into the glass. To merrily let him swim around and splash about the large pool of intoxicant. Finally able to get his fill of drink without having to worry about his liquor ration or how he'd feel about having used it the next morning for once.\n\nThe dream was quite amusing, he found that he really enjoyed the feeling and unique perspective that came with bobbing around within the large glass. All while Kestial looked down to watch his antics with eyes that twinkled with impish mirth. The air full of the odd, oscillating growl of brellan laughter as she swirled the contents of the flagon around him.\n\nSoon, however, everything changed with a sudden lurch of upward acceleration as the glass was lifted. His eyes shot upward to stare in horror as it drifted towards her long, speckled muzzle, to be eagerly pressed against her soft, dark lips. She looked down past her nose at him, her eyes still dancing with amusement at his situation, but now with something far more sinister. A primal and unfeeling glint that sent a shiver down his spine as her breath washed into the glass and swirled over him.\n\nHe looked on with a mix of terror and some other unexplainable feeling as they parted to reveal a long, dark cavern of sharp white teeth and pulsating flesh. She tipped the vessel around him with painful slowness until the rich liquid he floated in began to flow into her mouth. Despite his best effort, he could do nothing against the current and he was soon pulled into the dark chasm of her mouth.\n\nA small, desperate scream escaped his lips as he passed through her lips and cascaded back toward the gaping void of her throat. Just as his miniscule body plunged over the precipice, pushed there by a casual surge of her tongue, and into hot, wet darkness, he awoke with a start. For a long time afterward, he lay there, breathing heavily, covered in sweat, and tingling all over as tried to understand the meaning of his dream. That, and why it wouldn't stop replaying in his mind, while a strange sense of longing grew each time her throat claimed him.\n\n* * *\n\nAll through the next day, he couldn't get the dream out of his head. It ran through his mind over and over again as he went about his duties. Something about it made him want to go back to the bar and wait at balcony to have a chat with the barkeep about a couple things. Although, he still couldn't quite figure out where any of these feelings or urges had come from.\n\nIt must have been the idea of swimming in a large mug of fine quality spirits... yeah, that was it. Who wouldn't find the idea of such a thing amusing or a little bit appealing? Which would lead to the thought being accidentally consumed, a definite possibility when jumping into someone's drink. Of course, that was were it stemmed from, just the dreams of a man desperate for a good drink. Where else would the insane idea of jumping into her beverage come from?\n\nHe put it out of his mind and almost managed to forget about whole thing, however, as the week progressed, the mental image of her looking down at him kept popping into his head. Something about the look she had in her eyes seemed to force him to dwell on it. The image of the towering brellan was soon accompanied by him again slipping past those dark, alien lips. The feeling of what it'd felt like to share the fate of the alcohol he so very much wanted to surround himself with.\n\nIt scared him at first, it was a very real possibility and it terrified him completely... at first. But the more it danced round his head, the less he feared it and it soon began to intrigue him, then even excite him in strange, almost forbidden, ways. The same dream occurred again several nights later, however, this time, there was no fear when the final moment came. Only excitement, expectation, and, to his surprise, lust.\n\nWhen he awoke the following morning, something had changed within him, the vague idea and passing curiosity had become an obsession. She was all he could think of that day, and the next two after that. It was then that he made a final, and fateful, decision about what he was going to do, one that part of him knew was a very stupid decision for him to have made.\n\nAfter his last shift of the week ended, Devon wandered the corridors for a while. Spending the time trying to sort out his thoughts and steel himself for what he was about to do. As though guided by his subconscious, which was already looking forward to it, he soon found himself entering the human part of the bar.\n\nHe drifted out the door and onto the balcony/shelf that overlooked the massive brellan side of the bar. The room only had a few brellans in it, sitting in corners and speaking amongst themselves as they ate or nursed a drink. There was a different brellan keeping the bar that early afternoon, a female, who swiveled her head look at him as he walked out the door onto the balcony. Who smiled and motioned for him to wait a moment as she finished mixing a drink for someone.\n\nThe barmaid was dressed in similar apparel as the male he'd seen the last time he was there, although, minus the bowtie. Her fur was unlike any he'd seen before, not that he would consider himself an expert on the matter. It was very light, ashen-grey color with spots of darker grey weaved through it. While it seemed pretty uniform, the coloring grew steadily darker on her head until it reached her ears, where her fur became almost pitch black. \n\nHe also noticed that her shirt had several of the top buttons undone to reveal a tasteful amount of cleavage from her modest fore-breasts. It must have been something she'd adopted for the look of it, few brellans seemed to care much about cleavage. He supposed that possessing four sets of breasts must be hard enough to manage without having to deal with them fitting into a garment in just the right way to show them off.\n\nShe finished the drink, gave it to the grateful patron, and padded over to the small terrace. Her large pale-yellow eyes regarded him with an interested, almost knowing, look as she approached. She leaned her head down towards him as its light, ashen-colored fur danced in the light, while her ears swiveled to focus on him.\n\n``Can I help you, little Ape?'' she cooed down at him in the same hushed voice all brellan used when talking to humans.\n\nHe blushed at the intense look she gave him. ``Yes, um...'' he began, fortifying himself for the night to come, ``Is... uh... Kestial here?'' he queried. Then added in haste as his mouth wouldn't stop moving, ``Assuming that you know who she is... I should say... err... that is... sorry.''\n\n``Oh, I know who she is,'' the barmaid said with a dismissive gesture. But scratched her canine-like muzzle with a massive clawed finger as she gave him an inquisitive look. ``Why you looking for her, any specific reason?''\n\n``Well... I was, um... hoping to... that is, uh... speak with her... and maybe... perhaps... share a, um... you know, drink with her,'' he managed to say, a little self-conscious at how it all sounded when he actually said it out loud.\n\nShe frowned and shook her head at him. ``Sorry, haven't seen her here yet.'' Then added, as she gave Devon a long, thoughtful look, ``She might swing by later on... I suppose. Although, its not like she's on a schedule to be here at a certain time.'' She chuckled softly at an amusing thought it brought to mind.\n\n``I see,'' he said with a bit of disappointment. He realized that it was, in fact, still quite early and that he probably hadn't really thought this out all the way. Or at all...\n\nShe kept her contemplative gaze on him for some time, then asked as she inclined an eyebrow, ``What did you want to talk about? Haven't seen too many hoomani all that interested in idle conversation with any of us.''\n\nDevon opened his mouth to reply but paused as he realized, again, that he wasn't quite sure how to reply. He had rushed down here without much consideration on the matter. Part of him assumed that it would've just worked out. Such is the usual result when ones dick does all the thinking.\n\nHe scrambled to try and put together a sentence that didn't make him sound too insane. ``Oh, well... I was... that is...'' he started but trailed off as the words failed to materialize in his mouth.\n\n``You know,'' she began in a soft conspiratorial tone, ``I happen to enjoy a good conversation myself. So, since there isn't too much going on this early, and it can get a bit boring around here...'' She slid a quick glance back toward the bar, then leaned in very close, until the soft whiskers around her lips brushed against the fabric of his unisuit and tickled his face. ``Why couldn't we have that nice chat of yours?'' she proposed in a somewhat lusty growl that blasted her hot, strangely sweet-smelling breath against his face.\n\nHe thought about it for a second and figured that one female was probably just as good as another. Plus, this one was willing to talk, so why not see where it went. No harm in just talking to her, was there?\n\nDevon shrugged and moved to sit at one of the tables close by on the balcony, ``Sure, why not.''\n\n``Oh, not here,'' she said with a soft guffaw, ``I have to work, you know, and can't keep wandering over here every couple of minutes for idle chit-chat. Unless you keep ordering drinks, that is, which would most likely kill you... and you're far too cute to die from drinking one of our cocktails.''\n\nHe stopped short and turned around as she stood back up to give him a sly look, as sly as a brellan could give anyway. He realized, with a growing tinge of unease, that she might actually be flirting with him. Not that it worried him too much, she was attractive, in a brellan kind of way; and it wasn't as though it could really lead to anything. Probably just another one of the social traits they'd picked up from humans, perhaps she thought it was a normal thing to flirt with a customer.\n\n``Oh, well, um... what did you have in mind then?'' he inquired tentatively, knowing that so long as he didn't outright agree to anything, she couldn't `legally' touch him. Let alone remove him from the balcony or the safe-zone.\n\nShe looked back along the bar to ensure that none of the other patrons needed her, then back at him with a playful look in her eye. ``Well...'' she began, her eyes examining him so hard they seemed to strip away his clothing like a scalpel. ``...I've always wondered what a hoomani feels like, their... you know... your bare flesh.''\n\n``Uh... well... um, I guess...'' he began to say, and her hand twitched towards him reflexively. He realized that he had almost unwittingly agreed to something before he knew what it even entailed. ``...But, what does that involve, exactly? I wouldn't want things to get too carried away... and I do have plans for tomorrow.'' He said with a heavy implication that he intended to be returned safely to the balcony when they had finished their conversation.\n\n``Of course,'' she said as her massive finger traced along the railing of the balcony just in front of him. While its arm-length claw fully extended so that its greenish-black chitin danced in the light as the deadly object came very close to gouging a long groove in the floor.\n\nIf she truly was trying to flirt with him, she really needed to read more about human customs. Specifically, the part about not waving a nearly three-foot-long, razor-sharp sword in front on them. It tends to spoil the effect.\n\nShe gave him a soft, alluring smile and continued, ``I think it would be fun to have you tucked someplace nice and safe for a bit, while we chat. I'll even comp you a couple drinks, I'm there's something at the bar that wont melt your flesh on contact.''\n\n``Alri - '' he was again about to agree, but caught himself when he saw the look that flashed through her eyes. That and the way her tongue poked out just enough to subtly lick her lips, made Malcom's warning pop up and be screamed loudly in his head. ``Where exactly would I be... um... tucked away?'' he asked in a shrewd tone. Believing that he was neatly sewing up all the loopholes in this negotiation.\n\n``Not there,'' she said with a lascivious smile and a hungry gleam in her eye, ``Unless you want to spend the rest of the evening encased in warm, slick flesh. Of course, it would be a bit hard to talk to each other of you were down there.''\n\nDevon spent a few moments in thought as he tried to figure out where precisely she was referring to. Several places applied and few of them would be likely be very enjoyable, for him anyway. It finally dawned on him what it was she probably meant. But just to be safe, he shook his head and said, ``As much fun as I think that would be for the both of us, I must decline.''\n\n``Yeah... probably for the best... look, I'm running out of patience here,'' she said with a resigned huff, her tone no longer sensual. ``Do you want to spend the time tucked in here or not?'' She pressed her finger into the cleavage between her massive fore-breasts, the soft flesh yielding to their touch.\n\nDevon's brow furrowed in deep consideration for a moment, ``Well...,'' he began, trying to think but didn't get very far as something dawned on him.\n\nA large female was offering to place him between her soft, supple breasts for what might end up being a couple of hours of glorious, velvety bliss. Why was he hesitating, what male in his right mind would not jump at this chance, or into that soft valley breast-flesh? So what if she might have a very low opinion of humans and may try to do something to him that may involve bodily harm of some kind. Tits were involved! This was no time to be rational or consider ones options!\n\nHe looked up at her, shrugged and said, ``If that's the only place you plan on keeping me, then I guess it would be ok.''\n\n``Great, lets go,'' she said with a pleasant smile.\n\nHer hand darted out with alarming, predatory speed to grab him as she straitened back up. He barely had time to realize what was happening before her fingers closed around him, encasing him in soft, warm darkness as his feet were pulled away from the surface of the balcony.\n\n\f\n\n[center]Part Three[/center]\n\nDevon gasped in surprise as the soft pads of her fingers closed around him in a gentle, yet very firm, grip. He managed a quick look back at the doorway leading to the human side of the bar, to see if anyone had noticed her picking him up, before being yanked into the air. However, her soft digits closed in around him, blocking out his view and he was snatched away too fast anyway to see if anyone had been watching or noticed her walking off with him in her hand.\n\nHe sighed and tried not to worry about it, or dwell on what would happen if his superiors hound out about this little stunt of his. If someone had seen it, then he could just play it off as though she grabbed him before he could object, she just wanted to hold a human for a while. People would believe that, Marcus certainly would without too many questions. Although, it would mean that he'd never get him to come to this bar again.\n\nHis train of though was interrupted by the sudden appearance of her colossal face just in front of him. ``I?m Pashda, by the way,'' she offered in a casual voice as her hand held him just in font of her railcar sized muzzle.\n\n``I?m, uh... Devon,'' he replied tentatively to the massive nose in front of him as it twitched in response to his scent.\n\n``Nice to meet you,'' she said with a pleasant smile as she turned and left the balcony behind them to walk back to her place at the bar.\n\nThe world beyond the soft, ashen fur of her hand began to speed by in a multicolored blur as she carried him. Despite the slight sense of vertigo, he found the experience to be quite interesting and almost pleasant. Her fur and skin had a rich, earthy scent to them that was peculiarly pleasant and he inhaled it deeply several times to let it fill his lungs and imprint itself on his olfactory senses. He began to understand why some humans had an appeal for such interactions with the brellan.\n\nThere trip was far too short, however, and she soon set him down with a gentle drop onto the vast wooden surface of a prep station behind the bar. The slight sticky-dampness of its surface on is feet the first thing he noticed as his they made contact with it. A quick glance around his immediate surroundings sent tinge of amusement through him as he noticed that the bar really was just a massive, scaled-up version a human one they had found in the archives. It made him wonder if they'd browsed through a list of scaled up pictures or found a way build a virtual environment to examine the details that way.\n\nBut when her enormous hand, and the security it had provided, left him, he had began to notice just difference in scale. The sudden realization of how small humans were on this world, and must seem to the brellans, thoroughly hit him with alarming force. A small surge of panic bubbled within him from being so exposed and vulnerable, it made him feel as though he could feel peircing glare of Pasha's hungry eyes upon him.\n\nHe stood around the center of an extensive plane of pale-colored, finely-textured wood. Here and there, small, finger-sized chunks of food in a variety of colors were littered around him. The remains of whatever items that had been prepared there earlier, too small to be bothered with by the colossal brellans. It made him think about whether standing in a spot where food had been, and would still be, prepared for immediate consumption was a good idea. The idea that all those delicious flavors and smells were now being absorbed by his skin and Unisuit was a bit unsettling.\n\nHalf of a Calv-a-Boury fruit, the size of a small cargo truck, lay not too distant behind him as he scanned around the board. Its bright, blue and orange skin still damp from having been washed not too long ago. While the heavily pungent scent, similar to rotten milk and honey, had already wafted over and started to tickle at his sinuses and turn his stomach. He backed away from it and the small pool of green juice that still grew beneath it, not wanting to be sick.\n\nA shadow passed over him as Pashda moved about the bar do something. His gaze shifted upward in an automatic response and he noticed how the lip of the bar stuck out to form a ledge that towered high above him. The sight was framed by the tops of the many massive bottles of various sizes and colors that sat around the cutting board, some of which were big enough for him to move his entire quarters into. All of them filled with different liquids that spanned the entire color spectrum.\n\nThere was far more to see, but he had to stop looking around and close his eyes for a moment. The perspective was giving him a headache, and as much as he hated to admit it, even starting to terrify him beyond reason. \n\nAfter a moment, Devon somehow managed to deal with the harsh new understanding of his place in the world. He opened his eyes and looked up to see Pashda gazing down with a curious expression as she again loomed over him. The sight of such a large predator, hovering over him like that, especially after coming to grips with being the size of an hors d'oeuvre to it, startled him. He took several steps backward in response, the sudden movement caused his foot to slip on some of the material and he fell over backwards.\n\nA rumble of mirth sounded above him and her massive, yet gentle, finger moved to help him back up. Her hushed voice chided down to him playfully, ``Careful there, wouldn't want you to get hurt.''\n\nHe looked up at her with a shy, apologetic expression. ``Sorry, you just startled me is all.'' He got to his feet and look around once more as she lowered her head a little to listen to him. She didn't have to, of course, but he appreciated the politeness of the gesture. ``It's just a bit of a shock to finally understand how small we really are on this world.''\n\nThe soft pad of her right index finger snuck around to rub against his back in a slow, affectionate way. ``I can imagine it would be,'' she said in a genuinely compassionate tone. Her finger swept around to his front where the digit's forearm-length claw extended and tugged at his Unisuit for a moment. ``So then, if your finally done coming to grips with reality, go ahead and slip out of that. There's no need for it where you'll be going.''\n\nHer tone was still friendly and playful but had gained a sharp, subtle edge of command that sent a small chill of terrified excitement along Devon's spine. He fumbled with his boots for a couple seconds as her pale-yellow eyes played over him with an eager, almost ravenous, gleam in them. His boots soon thudded one after the other onto the wooded surface next to him and he began undoing the clasps and zipper that secured the singular garment to his body.\n\nIt took him only a fraction of a second to get over the last bit of hesitation at what he was doing. As removing the Unisuit meant fully cutting his ties with the colony and depriving himself of what little protection the garment provided. He realized, however, that it didn't matter all too much now, he was well beyond the point of no return, even if Pashda was nice enough to put him back without incident if she was asked to. He knew that it was only a matter of time before he would be back here, trying to do this all over again. It really was now or never.\n\nWith a sigh, followed by a sharp exclamation at the sudden cold that hit his bare skin, he tossed the suit down to lay in a heap next to his boots. He took careful attention to deactivate the vital-sign monitoring and other systems first, so that it wouldn't send back an alarm when it didn't detect any vital signs. There would, no doubt, be an alert that he had switched them off, but that would be dismissed as him bathing or something else. It did give him an odd feeling, though, to not have a his every action, down to the content of his flatulence, monitored and recorded.\n\nDevon felt a little self-conscious as she eyed his naked body without trying to hide the hungry look in them. He wondered if the brellan's natural prey had been, and most likely still was, animals about his size. It gave him an odd feeling as the thought came to him that the population of the entire colony probably amounted to nothing more than a light meal for a single brellan family.\n\nIt caused the thought of what it would be like to be consumed by one of these titanic beasts swimming unbidden through his head again. Strange feelings that sent strange tingles through him as he imagined the colony being rounded up for such a meal. He realized, with sudden horror, embarrassment, and mounting extreme confusion, that he had grown quite aroused at the idea. His dick hard and twitching in hopes of some attenstion. What was worse, however, was that she noticed as well and had leaned in to further examine his budding manhood.\n\n``Well now,'' Pashda exclaimed with a mirthful grin, ``Isn't that cute. I didn't think you were looking forward to this that much.'' She moved her hand over to him and placed the pad of her finger between his legs to cradle the twitching cock against its soft, textured flesh. ``I didn't know you hoomani had such diverse tastes in females... I'm really quite flattered.''\n\nDevon shrugged, ``Oh... well, it's just that - ''\n\n``Hush now,'' she cooed, silencing him as she wrapped her hand around his naked form and lifted him up again.\n\nThe feel of her soft fur and intricately textured skin as it pressed against his body was beyond his capability to properly describe. Small rows of delicate, downy-soft hair that grew between each of her hand's massive digits were pressed were into his skin. While the grooved ridges in her palm seemed to move and flex on their own to better grip his exposed flesh.\n\nHer hand held him in a firm, tight grip, yet managed placed very little actual pressure against his body. Almost as though she could sense the pressure needed and knew what would be too much and be painful. It made him wish that he had a biology specialization, as it probably would have given him at least a little more insight into the experience.\n\nHe was almost too engrossed in his own personal world of new and ecstatic experiences to notice her holding him up to her massive face. A sudden gust of her warm, humid breath blew against his bare flesh as she spoke.\n\n``Alright, then, little ape, I have to get to work, so... in you go,'' she said and brought him down through the opening in her shirt and eased him in between the two soft, bulging mases of her fore-breasts.\n\nThe move surprised him as he had only been half aware of what was going on and he uttered a small exclamation as he felt the soft, warm fur slip up and over him. The supple flesh under the fur yielded and seemed to flow around him as he was pressed against it with increasing force the further his body slipped down into her cleavage. Warm, furry flesh soon surrounded his entire lower half and her hand released its grip to move up and place a finger onto his head and push him the rest of the way down.\n\nUnder the firm pressure of her finger, his upper body soon sank down to join the rest of him within the warm, confining penitentiary like embrace of her cleavage. His decent stopped just deep enough for him to still be able to see out, yet have the soft, furry flesh around him press against his head. It confused him as to why at first, it would be hard to carry on a conversation where he was, however, the reason for this soon became apparent. When she walked down along the bar and her voice roared out from above, and now around, him as she conversed with the few freshly arrived patrons.\n\nHe was grateful for the concern she had for him, as it wouldn't have take long for his hearing to give out from the thunderous noise of their voices. If they noticed his small head poking up between the soft, ash-colored fur then they gave no indication of it. Content to sit with their massive drinks and chat amongst themselves or Pashda on occasion as the afternoon wore on. Which he now a rather comfortable front row seat to watch from.\n\nIt also made him understand why the human side of the bar area had such a massive power draw for a space that size. There had to be some kind of dampening system installed to keep their delicate human ears from exploding from the auditory shockwave a room full of brellans must generate. Which only made him feel that much smaller and insignificant. So, he tried not to dwell on that depressing truth and focus on enjoying his little adventure the best he could while it lasted.\n\nAs time went on, Devon found the experience to be quite relaxing and even got used to the thunderous roar of her voice in his ears as it reverberated through her flesh. Despite the occasional burst of deafening noise that leaked painfully into his ears when the flesh around him shifted in just the wrong way from her movement. The pleasant warmth surrounding and penetrating him, mixed with the graceful rock from her walking back and forth along the bar, soon made his eyes feel heavy. He stifled a yawn and snuggled a bit deeper into the tight confines of her soft, furry embrace, and drifted to sleep.\n\n* * *\n\nDevon awoke with a sudden start from a rather pleasant dream, filled with tight, humid heat by a firm pat on the head. He tilted it skywards as a soft voice cooed down to him from the sudden blinding brightness that met his gaze.\n\n``Time to wake up, little ape.''\n\nHe stretched and wiggled up enough for his head to poke out completely. ``Oh, sorry about that,'' he muttered with a stifled yawn and looked out at the noticeably fuller room beyond her cleavage, while gritting his teeth against the onslaught of its noise.\n\n``You fell asleep and we never had our little chat,'' she murmured down at him with notable disappointment as her finger rubbing the top of his head in an almost affectionate manner. ``It's almost time for me to leave for the night, so, I suppose you want me to place you back with the others?'' \n\nThe room spun as she turned enough for him to see the balcony through her open shirt. A small surge of apprehension shot through him when he saw that it now had several other humans on it. Far more than he'd thought would be there, congregated in small groups or sitting around the few tables that peppered the space. He realized that he had spent too much time away, it must be much later than he planned on it being if there were now that many people wandering about.\n\nHis lack of planning had again came to haunt him as he really hadn't put any thought into this part. If he was seen being casually placed back onto the balcony by that many people, there would be far too many questions he could easily answer, and no end of shit about it. The idea about saying she had grabbed him without his consent swam through his head again, but then she might get into trouble. Which would, no doubt, piss her off somewhat, and the last thing he wanted was a giant, angry carnivore with a vendetta against him.\n\nIt wouldn't take much to see through his obvious lie anyway, they would connect the dots between the time of his suit deactivation and her replacing him to realize what had transpired. Never mind the fact that he'd forgotten to take the surveillance systems into account, there was most likely already high definition audio and video recordings of the entire event. The conversation that would follow, involving everyone from his supervisor to his friends, would be unbearable to say the least. That is, if he didn't face some kind of disciplinary board on the matter; which wouldn't take much justify.\n\nThe apprehension became a sudden wave of panic at the possible repercussions of his stupidity, and in his desperation, another, and possibly worse, idea came to him. ``Perhaps I should... um... just stay here, putting me back just now might not be a good idea. Maybe you could grab a table after you get off and we could chat for a bit.''\n\nHer muzzle twisted in what looked like a frown from his point of view and an unsure noise rumbled through her chest behind him. ``The last thing I want to do is hang out here after working all afternoon,'' she said with a shake of her massive head.\n\nDevon thought for a moment about his options, which were shrinking by the second. It made him finally contemplate doing something that had been running through his mind all week. The more he thought about it, the less he cared that it was probably a bad idea, in fact, he realized that it was what he'd really wanted all along.\n\n``Would it be alright if I stayed here for a bit longer? Maybe when you get off... then, um... we could go someplace quiet and, uh... talk.''\n\nShe considered him for a moment as a sly smile spread across her face. ``If I didn't know any better, I'd say that was a romantic proposition of some kind,'' she said with a low chuckle. ``You know, were I in season... I might just have accepted it, too. Just for the fun of it.''\n\nFrom the little he knew about their reproductive cycle, the idea of being within reach of a brellan female around that time filled Devon with mixed emotions, most of them bad. Every five years or so, SOL standard time, brellan females entered their fertility cycle. At which point, they became almost unstoppably ravenous and extremely lascivious, eating and fucking everything and anyone they could get their hands on.\n\nMost females, so its said, usually seclude themselves during this time, letting only the bravest, or most desperate, males come to them and try to survive the night. It added a whole new meaning to the term, one-night stand.\n\n``Oh... no - no - its n-nothing like that,'' Devon stammered with an expanding blush, ``I just don't think it's a good idea for me to be plopped back down there right now... is all.''\n\n``Ah... I see,'' she said, another hint of disappointment in her voice.\n\n``But... I'm not, um... against the idea... entirely,'' he added in a rush as a guilty feeling prompted the words out, thinking he might have offended her somehow. Which could prove fatal for someone in his position. ``I actually think that you're... kind of, um... cute and all.''\n\nHer lips stretched as a smile formed over them, amused by his admission of cross-species attraction. ``Awe, that's nice of you to say,'' she said as her muzzle swung down to plant a small kiss on the top of his head. ``If you want, then I suppose it would be alright if we went someplace quiet, in fact, why don't you just come home with me. I need to get out of these clothes anyway and it would be easier to relax and talk without having to worry about something happening to you.''\n\nThe way her large, dark lips felt as they made brief contact with his head was wonderful. Its loving touch had an odd, soothing affect on his anxieties and spurred him ever forward with reckless abandon. He let go and gave himself fully into her care at that point, accepting his fate and no longer regretting any of his actions. \n\nDevon looked up at her and assented to the idea, so, she gathered up his clothing and placed them into a pocket as she finished the last few tasks for her shift. While he pushed the last of his lingering worries about what he was doing aside.\n\nAfter completing whatever she needed to do, her finger returned to gently rest on the top of his head. ``In you go, I'll have to keep you out of site for a bit,'' she said, then added with a wink, ``Try not to suffocate while you're in there.''\n\nShe pushed him down into the warm embrace of her cleavage until he was again fully encased by flesh. But far further that before, to the point where soft, hot darkness surrounded him and the pressure against him was such that he could barely breathe, let alone move. Deep enough that no-one would see any evidence of him there and bother her with any idle questions about it.\n\nWith her new friend safely secured, she gathered the last of her things, waved to a couple friends, and left the bar to go home. As an eager curiosity about what was to come bubbled in her chest.\n\n\f\n\n[center]Part Four[/center]\n\nDevon spent the next twenty to thirty minutes, it was hard to tell exactly how long, in muffled, sweltering darkness. Most of it was spent trying to breath through the stifling heat and thick musk her pours generated at his presence. While sounds beyond his prison of soft fur were muted, distorted or drowned out completely by the sonorous tones of her colossal body.\n\nFrom the deep rumbles of her breath as it roared in and out of her lungs, to the thundering bass note of her dual hearts as they worked in harmonious unison just behind and below him. Whereas the faint, yet vigorous sounds of her gut whispered up to him, murmuring into his ear with gentle desire.\n\nIt all blended together to form a constant drone that had just about managed to put him to sleep again when the fuzzy flesh around him parted. The removal from almost absolute darkness was blinding as light shone down onto him. He blinked at the sudden brightness as her nimble fingers snaked around him to pull his naked body free from the grasp of her tremendous fore-breasts.\n\n``There we go,'' she cooed down to him as he was gently deposited onto a hard, stone surface.\n\nShe gave him a quick smile before walking away to tend to some other, more pressing, needs. Devon stood, shivering a little from both the chill and a small surge of nervous energy, as he watched her leave. After she walked out of sight, he looked around with a slow, inspective gaze, curious and apprehensive about his new surroundings.\n\nHe didn't know very much about brellan dwellings, few humans really did. The large race of pseudo-canids didn?t often cater to their new, minuscule human neighbors and rarely offered any specific details on the subject. There had been some research into the particulars of brellan life, beyond the simple information provided or what could be easily observed, that is.\n\nThe scant information that had been gathered was done so by adventurous, and probably suicidal, exobiologists, many of whom had never returned. Their fates unknown and no answers given whenever inquires, even serious ones, were bothered to be made. Not even from the various brellans they'd departed with.\n\nWhich was pretty much where he now found himself; alone, in a strange place, and without the assurance that he would ever leave. Alive anyway. He had been careless enough to not only suggest leaving with her, but neglect to specify that he should be brought back, and in what condition.\n\nDespite him not really caring too much at that moment, and having resigned himself to whatever happened afterword, it took him a moment to tamp down the new flames of worry within him. As having been digested was technically a condition to be brought back in. So was a lot of other disturbing images that loomed menacingly into his mind. It had been a very stupid thing for him to openly agree like that.\n\nAs he continued to take in his surroundings, he managed to settle down and restore the calm acceptance within him from before. Part of that was due to the fact that he might not even want to go back. It wasn't as though he enjoyed his job or the seemingly meaningless life he had within the colony in general.\n\nOh, it wasn't all that bad, he had a good job and plenty of friends, but he'd began to feel more and more constricted and bored as time went on. They were here to colonize and explore an entirely new world, however, they were split up and restricted to what was essentially the closet and back yard of several buildings spread around the planet. It wasn't what he would call a dignified or adventurous way of life.\n\nDevon sighed, still filled with a lingering uncertainty of what to do or if he'd really done the right thing. But, he figured that he might as well try to enjoy the evening and see where things went, again, as there really wasn't much of choice anymore. If everything worked out and he was returned safely, and without detection, then he could play the night off as him just wanting some privacy. To get away from the constant monitoring and relax for a while to settle his mind. They would understand that, hopefully.\n\nHe took a few steps toward the edge of the stone surface he was on, to discover it was a massive countertop of some-kind. With his eyes having finally adjusted to the light, he looked down onto the landscape that spread out before him. The sheer size of the place gave him pause and took his breath away.\n\nThe room, big enough to hold several dropships, was simple and almost completely unadorned. The stone material he stood on ran along the wall of the room, forming a rough semi-circle that contained a variety of implements, most likely used in food preparation. There didn't appear to be a sink of any kind, although the low light made it hard to make out some things in the far distance. But he could see several large pipes, or something very similar, running down from the ceiling and along the walls.\n\nThe floor of the room, which seemed to be made of plain but very smooth stone, had a large rug spread out in the center. From his perspective, it looked like a vast multi-colored field on the floor of a valley, far below him. Arranged upon it was a low table, to brellan standards, evenly spaced around which were large pillows of varying shapes and sizes. \n\nDevon recalled a half-remembered conversation at either the bar or the dining facility with one of the cultural archivists. They had said something about how brellan?s preferred to lounge around a single, large table, to relax and socialize as they ate or just gathered together. This room wasn?t just a kitchen or simple dinning room, but the heart of the home, a sacred place of safety and security. Which was why their fascination with human social customs was so weird, they seemed contrary to their entire way of life.\n\nThe best description of it, to human ears, was that its a combination of every room in the house, save the bathroom, of course. It was why most of their dwellings were simple, even the grandest of homes contained only two or three rooms, unless absolutely necessary. A simple race, with a simple way of life, but all wrapped around a very complex societal structure. It made his head hurt to think about it. Then again, they probably assumed humans were too odd and different to fully understand as well.\n\nThe sight before him and the remembered information made the thought of those who'd ventured out into brellan society go through his mind anew. It sent a small, involuntary shudder up his spine at the thought of what might have happened to them. But he pushed it away, this was a real adventure and, for better or worse, he was going to try to enjoy it. Take a real risk for once in his life, well, other than coming to this planet anyway.\n\nMovement in the distance caught his eye and he turned to see Pashda reenter the room. She'd changed into a loose-fitting grey robe, that he thought complemented the color of her fur, tied together with a long, white sash. She didn't seem to be wearing much of anything else and he watched with lurid fascination as it flowed and shifted over the various curves and features of her sleek lupine-esk body.\n\nHe had seen similar garments worn once or twice before, during one of the few events the human colonists were invited to. Someone had been explained to him that it served as the brellan equivalent of casual evening wear. Which he'd been rather curious know under what circumstances such information had been learned. \n\nShe padded over to where he stood and lowered her hand down to him, palm up. ``Come,'' she said with a low voice that wafted down to him in sultry, commanding tones.\n\nHe looked up at her for a moment, a little slack jawed at her appearance. Then, without a word, climbed onto her palm. Where he once again marveled at the feel of her smooth, deeply-textured skin against his. As her hand lifted away with its tiny cargo, he pressed his own palm against the dark flesh under him to better examine the effect.\n\nThe feel of it was still something he couldn't describe properly and wished he had a sensory recorder to document it. Not just the feeling, but the way it seemed to move under his touch, as though the friction ridges themselves moved in response to his presence. However, the experience, like all others that night, was over too quickly as she tipped him off her hand and onto the low table.\n\nShe leaned her hand just enough for the little human to tumble off her hand without danger of hurting him, eliciting a soft chuckle as he landed in a heap. After giving him a moment to right himself, she placed a small cup before him and filled with the same beverage she was about to enjoy.\n\nHe looked down with a jolt of delight, as the `cup' in front of him that was big enough to cook a large stew in. The only problem he could think of as she filled it filled it with a rich, amber liquid, was how he would drink from it.\n\n``Now then,'' she said as she filled a silo-sized glass in front of her, ``I believe we can finally relax and have that interesting conversation you alluded to.''\n\n``Oh... right,'' Devon said after getting a deep lungful of the rich scent from the cooking pot of alcohol before him. ``Well, I, um... you see, I... well...'' he trailed off, a little unsure of himself as the evening's events had made him both lose his nerve and forget what he had planned on talking about at the same time. The alluring scent of intoxicant under his nose didn't help either.\n\nPashda shot him a quick, soft smile, the look on her long, canid-ish face hard to read. She seemed more amused at him than anything else as she sat with quiet patience for him to find his tongue. He found her gaze to be a bit intimidating as her eyes played over him with intense scrutiny, so, he looked down to further investigate his drink while trying to organize his thoughts. With luck, he'd pull himself together, manage to have an engaging conversation with this massive alien, and even learn something useful in the process.\n\nThe effort took a sharp detour, however, when she gave a soft, mirthful chortle and lifted the glass to her lips to imbibe a long quaff of the strong, golden fluid. The sudden gurgling rumble from untold amounts of liquid flowing into her mouth made him start and look up at her. His head tilting skyward to watch as several thundering gulps sent massive bulges of liquor down her long, slender neck.\n\nHe could even hear the dull, sloshing roar it made as it settled into the first part of her massive three-chambered stomach. Which, either by cunning purpose or a cruel twist of fate, rested just before him, not far beyond the edge of the table. Where it began to gurgle and grumble with eager appreciation for the liquid nourishment she'd provided it with.\n\nShe belched and let out a deep growl of approval as she lowered the glass from her dark lips. ``I love this vintage. You know, I believe the greatest thing you hoomani ever did, was introduce us to proper alcohol. Don't you agree, little ape?''\n\nShe set the now half-empty glass down next to him with a thud that jarred him out of his stupor. ``Um, yes... I, uh... guess so,'' he stammered, not sure if it was an insult or not. ``I'm glad that you, um... appreciate it... I think.''\n\nShe lounged back onto her pillow a little more as her ears twitched in thought while watching him with a tranquil look. The action shifted her robe and parted it just enough to expose the downy-soft fur of her belly and one of her lower breasts. She either didn't notice or didn't care as she took no action to correct the matter, only uttering a small sigh as she further relaxed.\n\n``Have you ever had any traditional Brellan drinks?'' she asked in an idle tone, but pressed on before he could say anything, ``I doubt it. They tend to be somewhat fatal to your species... even to ours, sometimes, if you want the truth of it.''\n\n``Oh, really...? I didn't know that,'' he muttered while trying keep his eyes from drifting to stare at the spot where the faint gurgling of her stomach could still be heard.\n\nShe giggled, its deep, grating rumble setting his hair on edge. ``I wasn't kidding when I mentioned how many of them could dissolve your flesh earlier. But that's usually after you've collapsed from massive organ failure, so, it tends to be a moot point in the end.''\n\nHis gaze drifted down to look into the vessel before him, a wary look on his face. ``So, is this...''\n\n``Safe to drink?'' she interjected, ``Of course it is. I'm sure it's stronger than anything you've ever had before and might make you sick if you're not careful... but not dangerous or toxic in any way.'' She smiled and added in a playful coo, ``No reason to kill you just yet.''\n\nOn a whim, her hand swept over to rub his back with the tip of her left index finger. The urge to pet him and feel his smooth naked skin overcoming her will to refrain from the intrusion.\n\nHer finger slid down his back just as he had leaned down to scoop up a handful of drink. The digit's sudden, gentle touch startled him, which caused him to almost inhale the liquid he was drinking as he jumped a little bit. He fell back onto the cold surface of the table and collapsed into a fit of harsh coughing, trying to clear the stinging liquid from his windpipe. When it subsided, he realized her finger had moved to his front side and was massaging his chest and belly with a light touch.\n\n``Oh... sorry about that,'' she cooed, her voice a soft rumble as her head shifted closer to him. ``It's just that I can't help myself, you're all just so cute... and...'' she trailed off as her mind drifted elsewhere.\n\nShe kept the pad of her finger on him as her thoughts meandered, it's slow, methodical rubbing soothing him in odd ways. Which soon became something else entirely as the end of each downward stroke wandered a little too far south. He wanted to say something, but it felt so excruciatingly good that his voice failed to manifest past a horse groan. Besides, it would be rude to interrupt her thoughts at such a crucial moment.\n\n``Oh,'' she exclaimed when she finally looked down and noticed what was going on. ``Sorry again, I forgot how sensitive you little hoomani are... down there.''\n\nHer finger lifted away from him and he almost grabbed at it out of a strong, primal lust to keep it from going. She had really picked a bad time to notice what was going on, at least he thought so. But the damage had been done, his sex drive had been roused and his manhood stepped up to make itself heard.\n\nHis dick began to remind him about several things; certain feelings, certain... urges, aroused within him. Especially about the dream from before and... perhaps... casually asking her about it. After all, she had a drink right there, so, why not bring it up. What's the harm in an innocent question or two.\n\n``It's alright,'' Devon mumbled just loudly enough for her to hear as his head cleared. ``I don't mind it, you're welcome to keep going if you want.''\n\nShe giggled, filling the room with the wavering low-growl that Brellans did sometimes when particularly amused or interested in something. ``Ah... you liked that, did you?'' she quipped at him, her eyes dancing with an impish gleam.\n\n``I, uh... wouldn't complain if you did it again... that's for sure.''\n\n``You hoomani are certainly aroused by some silly things, no wonder there are so many of you. Being able to breed whenever you please and inflamed by almost anything,'' she said in a faux-haughty tone. While trying to hide her fascination for this tiny ape with his species' strange and alluringly persistent libido.\n\n``Yeah, I suppose we do,'' he said with an embarrassed shrug as his dick gave a couple more optimistic twitches.\n\nDevon was going to add more, perhaps get an interesting conversation going on the subject, but just as he started to speak, she again lifted the silo-sized glass to her muzzle. Where he watched, just as transfixed as earlier, as she nearly drained the glass in several more mighty swallows. Easily sending a couple swimming pools worth of drink gurgling down her throat, before replacing the tankard back down onto the table.\n\nThe awesome spectacle of it, mixed with his already stimulated desire, filled him with a blend of strange and increasingly dangerous emotions. Which was compounded when the air shook around him as she let out a thunderous belch from her gaping maw. Where the angle and light was just right for him to see deep into her mouth and get a small glimpse at the dark, purple flesh of her rippling throat.\n\nDevon blinked in amazement as the wave of humid, pungent-smelling air from her guts rolled over him. It brought several things to mind and urged him try and steer the conversation towards it. As she refilled the glass, he steeled himself to crawl ever further down the rabbit whole. \n\nHe cleared his throat and proffered in as offhanded a tone that he could muster, ``Well... if you want to talk about the strange things humans are into. Then there's, um... one thing that I would, uh... like to try, if you don't mind... that is.''\n\nShe set the bottle back down on the table and looked at him with mild interest. ``Oh... what do you have in mind? I might be willing to indulge one or two of your odd little desires, if it's not too weird that is,'' she said with a playful grin, clearly intrigued and a bit curious as to what her little guest had in mind.\n\n``Well...'' Devon began with a glance around him and a nervous swallow.\n\nThis was it, there would be no going back from here once he said it. However, he was determined to take this strange desire of his to its conclusion, no matter what that meant for him. Fatalistic and stupid, yes, but the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to do it.\n\n``Yes?'' Pashda pressed as she leaned in a little closer while almost able to see the racing thoughts of the little hoomani standing on the table in front of her.\n\n``Could I, um... s-swim around in your glass... for a while?'' he managed to say as his face turned bright red and his dick gave a hopeful twitch. ``Just for a little bit... I've never seen so much alcohol before and think it would be an interesting, uh... experience... for me,'' he spat out in haste as he felt such a strange request needed precise justification.\n\nShe looked down at him for a short while with an unchanging expression before her lips spread into a wry smile. ``I don't see why not; it sounds like an interesting experience for both of us. And... I suppose it could be a fun way of `sharing' a drink together.''\n\nHer hand drifted over to sweep to him up in a slow, lazy arc with the same gentle grip as before and carry him over to dangle above her glass. She held him there for a moment or two, her eyes scanning him with a careful, examined gaze. The large, keen orbs picking up his every emotion and subtle reaction as she kept him suspended over the pool of rich, golden fluid that bubbled with slight carbonation.\n\nHe glanced down, past his swaying feet, to the tepid tank of still slightly swirling liquid. Its strong scent already wafting up to assault his sinuses and make him a little dizzy due to the high alcohol content within it. It was technically more flavored solvent than anything else, considering what was needed to affect the brellan nervous system. But still, the idea of actually being able to swim in a that much beer, to be around more booze than he could ever drink was quite intoxicating in-and-of itself.\n\nHer grip on his body, however, remained quite firm and kept him held above the pool of amber delight. Teasing the little human with the wonderful prospect of imminent immersion. The powerful scent and strength of the giant drink below him seemed increase its potency with each passing moment.\n\nIt soon became a little too much for him and he began to wiggle in a vain effort to free himself from the iron grip of her fingers. Wanting nothing more than to be released and drop down into the object of his desire below. Another low, oscillating growl of amusement rumbled up her throat.\n\nHer head creeped closer to him as she chided him in a soft coo, ``A bit eager... aren't you?''\n\nThe soft rasp of her voice was dangerously close to him, as it sent a gentle gust of sour, pungent breath against his naked body. He looked up to see the ventilation duct sized openings of her nostrils just before him. They flared with each great intake of breath that carried his own subtle scent along with it. Then contracted slightly to blow another steady torrent of hot, humid air out against him. He didn't quite know how to respond with her looming so close, so only gave a weak smile and a couple unarticulated words in reply.\n\nThe air vibrated around him with yet a further amusement from deep within her throat that put his hair on edge again. Then, with a sudden shift of her hand, the pressure against him was gone and he slipped down through her fingers.\n\nThe world appeared to slow around him and the fall seemed to take far longer than he actually did. The strange mix of adrenalin, anxiety, and strong drink below him all worked to heighten his senses to the point where time stretched, and details blazed brilliantly around him. \n\nThe feel of her fingers as they slid up his body, how the delicate hairs and ridges rubbed along his bare skin. Her eyes as they followed him as he fell from her grip, their slotted pupils dilating slightly while tracking him until being blocked when the thick rim of the glass rose up between them. Its surface speckled with flecks of foam and condensation. As well as other debris that might have been small bits of food from her mouth. Which then surged upward around him to become a great wall that trapped the little human within the great vessel.\n\nWhen his feet hit the surface of the liquid, time caught-up and Devon splashed down into the pungent, stinging liquid. His dream finally realized and ready to deal with whatever consequences it may bring. No matter what they may be.\n\n\f\n\n[center]Part Five[/center]\n\nThe world resumed its normal pace as he swam with several jerking motions up to break through the surface. Afterward, he had to spend a few moments wiping what liquor he could from his eyes before opening them to survey his new surroundings. His lungs stung with the first couple breaths he took, as the thick, nearly caustic, fumes around him filled them. The effect was to send him into fit of harsh coughing that required the little human to thrash about as he attempted to stay afloat.\n\nPashda looked down into the glass and watched the proceedings with mild, but growing, interest. He wasn't the strangest thing she ever had in a drink before, but certainly the first to ever ask if it could be added. She pulled the glass a little closer to her so that she didn't have to bend forward as much to see inside. The movement sloshed the contents a bit and made the little creature inside tread with more vigorous, and rather adorable, effort. \n\nShe gazed down at him for a moment longer with an inquisitive look, then asked in a soft, entertained voice, ``Having fun in there?''\n\nDevon gave several more, deep coughs before managing to steady himself against the liquid's movement. He wiped his face and waved up to her, starting to get a little giddy from the effects of the alcohol around him.\n\n``You bet! This is unbelievable, even better than I imagined!'' he called up to her as his voice reverberated back to him within the prison of her glass.\n\nHe treaded for bit as he simply enjoyed the slight tingling sensation the liquor made against his skin. It was a bit disappointing that he couldn't see much of the room, or of her, beyond the rim of her glass. Although, it didn't matter too much anyway as it was hard to keep his eyes open for very long due to how the fumes and occasional splash of stinging liquid stung them.\n\nBut it was well worth it, the feeling of him being immersed in this much delicious, intoxicating beverage was to fantastic to describe. The whimsical emotions that continued to froth and bubble within him grew stronger as more of the drink soaked into his skin. He could already sense the various countermeasures added into his body's genetic make-up start to try and fight the looming effects of alcohol poisoning. As well as one or two of the various implants within him commencing their work at doing the same.\n\nAdrenaline and massive amounts of Thyroxine surged into his bloodstream to stimulate his metabolism. It was a process that usually had an immediate effect in sobering up the body. However, due to the circumstances, it was a heroic but ultimately fruitless effort. Although, the Adrenaline did manage to catapult him into full alertness and drive many of the more impulsive and reckless thoughts to the surface of his mind. A rather unfortunate effect for him to have had just then.\n\nThese notions were further pressed when the glass jolted, and a sudden sinking sensation made him to look up. He almost forgot to keep treading to stay afloat as he gawked upward to see Pasha lift his chaliced prison to her lips. Her muzzle hovered ever closer and soon, like the nose of a transport entering a hanger, began to poke over the rim and drop down into the glass.\n\nHe edged away from it out of pure, primal impulse. Swimming to hug the far side, where his arms pumped with furious effort to keep his distance from the massive, speckled grey intruder. His effort increased as the vessel began to tip around him towards her face. While his gaze remained irresistibly drawn to the other end as it met her delicate lips which parted to reveal the yawning, dark cavern of quivering flesh beyond.\n\nThe sound of her modest quaff was all the more thunderous in his ears with him floating just before the waterfall of liquid as it cascaded into her mouth. Its roar built ever greater as the mighty tankard around him was tilted ever further. Countless kiloliters of the strong, amber fluid pooled just within the humid darkness beyond in preparation to be sent down her throat.\n\nWhich came soon enough when her lips finally came together over the rim. Then, as it was pulled away, the enormous bulk of her jaw shifted as she swallowed with an alarmingly casual flex of her massive tongue. The deep rumbling sound startled him as it resounded around him, so intense that he could feel it in his chest as it reverberated throughout the sloshing space.\n\nA deep, thoughtful sound vibrated up throat as she looked down at him. ``I think...'' she began as her mouth shifted inquisitively, ``...That you might have actually added something to it. A nice... something... that I can't quite put my finger on just yet.''\n\nDevon treaded for an awkward moment, not fully trusting himself with any kind of response just then. Despite the emotions that roiled within him on the matter, hearing her speak about his taste in such a candid manner was more than just a little frightening. He bit back a sudden urge to ask if she could pull him out, however, not wanting to let his fear end the fun too early.\n\nWith his sudden apprehensions well noted, but firmly still in check, he relaxed back into the liquid, letting himself float on the surface and drift with its slight current. He gave her an alluring look and gestured in what he hoped was a dismissively enticing way. Mostly spurred on the continued loss of his inhibitions and the subtle way her eyes seemed to hunger for him.\n\n``I?m, uh... glad you think so,'' he said as he tried to float on his back, still wanting to look as casual as possible.\n\nIt was harder than he thought it should've been, though, something about the substance?s properties must have made him less buoyant. But he managed to lie back and relax as he gazed up at her colossal face hovering above him, her eyes fixed on him with eager and amused curiosity. \n\n``Careful now, little ape,'' she said with a vivacious chuckle as a single eyebrow arched playfully at him. She set the glass back down onto the table with gentle grace and teased, ``Don't make yourself look too appetizing, there's still time for a small evening meal, before I retire.'' She giggled in an almost human kind of way and shifted her head a bit closer to the glass. ``And you're just the right size for it, too.'' \n\nPashda noted his reaction with a delicate intentness as the little hoomani became somewhat flustered at her words. Amused as she noted how his features betrayed a little apprehension and a quick flash of alarm at her suggestion... fear, yes, ... but obvious excitement a well. Her left ear flicked several times in thought as she considered the diminutive hoomani that bobbed invitingly in her evening libation.\n\nHer scrutinizing gaze fell across his minute rod and noted that it seemed to be showing increasing signs of life. An array of emotions rose up to frolic within her at the sight. She found that they made her reconsider this hoomani in ways she hadn't thought of before, and wondered why they'd never came to mind before then.\n\nA slight hint of disgust at how this little creature, or any sentient being, would find such pleasure at the suggestion of her ending his existence in such a way. To be willingly consumed and destroyed within her stomach during the long, painful process of their inevitably slow digestion. It was one thing to accept their unfortunate place within the great Re-uesh, but to seek out their own assimilation into another's essence for mere pleasure seemed a bit... profane.\n\nA part of her was suddenly tempted to toss the pathetic little fellow out the window and be rid of him. Let the little beast discover what pleasure there was in being scooped up by a feral Thair-lack. Its venom was said to have an interesting affect on the hoomani nervous system. If they lived long enough to succumb to it's effects, that is.\n\nYet, there also arose within her a grim fascination at the idea, and a small, appreciative delight at his reaction to her being the one to consume him. It far overpowered any negative feelings she had on the matter and was, in fact, quite flattered by it. That he might even harbor some secret desire for her, and would find her in any way attractive. How he must have such a clear interest in letting himself die in her belly and become one with her being. The idea, however, soon began to have an odd effect on her.\n\nThese Hoomani truly are silly little things, she thought as she continued to observe her tiny drinking companion's bobbing manhood.\n\nHer eyes followed as it twitched several times while the strong mix of emotions played across the little ape's face. She let her finger play along the lip of the glass, finding a strange sense of enjoyment in the way his own eyes pursued the furry digits path. After a short time of this, she started to wonder just where things were going to go from here herself. Although, her middle-gut gave a small, suggestive gurgle to indicate where it thought the evening should progress.\n\nMeanwhile, Devon was really beginning to enjoy himself. Something about the way her eyes dragged themselves over his small, naked form and the hungry look they started to take on was starting to really turn him on. He relished the feeling immensely, and he found himself giving into it completely, letting whatever it was drive his actions. More and more letting go of any kind of apprehensions or logical thought he had about it time went on as well.\n\nSoon, whatever concerns or warnings within his rational mind grew less urgent and became all but silent. Until they were eventually replaced with dangerously impulsive and irrational impulses. Desires that had fully matured and now demanded that they be tended to, no matter the consequences.\n\nPashda was neither blind nor altogether ignorant of how human sexuality worked, and generally looked like. The Brellans had taken every opportunity to learn about their world's new occupants over the last several decades. So, as she was going to be working around them, she had taken a little time to read up on some of the general literature about their behavior.\n\nIt had been quite... enlightening. From that, she could see that Devon was quite aroused, that much was clear, as to why, however, she didn't really understand just yet. So, she decided to try and draw it out, play with him a little and, perhaps, have a little fun with it herself. Still a bit curious to see where it would lead, how far he might take it... and how far he would want it to go.\n\nThe glass again lifted from the table and Devon slipped beneath the surface for a brief moment as the sudden movement forced him down again. He emerged from the depths just as the glass met her dark lips and was already tipping to send another deluge of the rich, amber fluid into her mouth. The spectacle again enthralled him, he paused for a moment to stare at it and he began to slowly drift closer to the precipice without noticing.\n\nDespite his ever-stronger feelings on the matter, a surge of panic hit him when he noticed the change in current and realized that he was far too close to the gaping, sucking void. He flailed furiously against the tide that was already starting to pull him toward the rim of the glass with increasing force. The roar of the foaming rapids of drink that lay just beyond it and out of sight grew steadily closer, and louder, despite his desperate efforts to escape.\n\nThe slick surface of the glass pressed against his feet, he tried to use it to stop but the current disallowed him to gain any purchase and halt his movement. When he saw there was no way to fight the inevitable, he realized that the secret fantasy of slithering down her throat had become a sudden, deadly reality. The shock of it sent a thrill through him and ended up settling his mind on the matter once and for all. So, he relaxed and resigned himself to slip past her lips and into what lay beyond. \n\nHer mouth closed at that moment, however, its lips coming together and the vessel around him tipping back to staunch the raging torrent just before it could carry him through. A strange wave of emotion mixed with something like strong disappointment and heightened desire flowed over him as he watched her massive muzzle recede yet again. Which surged to even greater heights as the resounding swallow that followed thumped in his chest. \n\nPashda glanced down and couldn't resist the urge to laugh at what she saw. ``You really do like this, don't you?'' she asked as her own curiosity and subtle urges surrounding the matter continued to grow. \n\nShe set the glass down and refilled it again from the jug, which elicited another chuckle as she watched him tumble about in the swirling current. As she watched him be tossed around by the churning liquid, the feelings within her continued to shift. So that by the time the glass was full, there was far more interest at indulging him than not. Even the smallest embers of something else far more exciting as the idea took hold in her.\n\nShe rested her head and her hand and asked with casual intrigue, ``What is it that makes you enjoy it so?''\n\nDevon steadied his breathing and looked up at her in thought for a moment. Would she understand his feelings, could she even be capable of comprehending them? Then again, he didn't even understand them completely just yet, and if he got his way, he'd most likely never have the chance.\n\n``I'm not really sure,'' he muttered in a low, tentative voice as he bobbed slowly in the glass, ``Maybe it's just... just the uniqueness of the experience itself. Perhaps a way to fulfil some strange wish to have an unsurpassable adventure. Or... maybe... a deeper desire to be... um... to endure the ultimate act of domination by a larger being, especially if... uh... it's an... er... attractive female.''\n\nDevon felt his face grow hot as she considered his words. He didn't want to go back, nor did he care whether anyone knew about this or not. All he wanted was her, to be with her, to be a part of her... now and always. There was no explaining it either, he doubted that he ever could in ways the she or anyone else would understand.\n\nPashda had little doubt about what it was he wanted at that point, but she needed to hear him say it. Not because of some now highly unlikely legal issue that may arise later, but because she really wanted to hear him say it. To listen as he asked for something that no living creature should ask of another, and see what feelings such a thing evoked within her.\n\nShe looked down at him with an impish smile and asked him in a low, seductive tone, ``So, what is it you want then, my strange little hoomani friend?''\n\nHe gulped and took a deep breath as his expression changed to one of carnal expectation. ``I... I want... I want you to... to... to swallow me!'' he uttered with a gasp, ``Gulp me down with your drink!''\n\nHe had said it, the strangest, deepest and newest desire of his heart. There really was no going back at this point, even if she refused. He'd essentially given himself to her to do with as she pleased. A thought that both eased his anxiety about his life in the colony while making his dick harder than a bar of Tricadium Alloy.\n\nShe gazed at him for a long moment with a thoughtful expression as she toyed with the idea. So, there it was at last, this little ape now wished to be her meal, to die in order to nourish her body. She had heard rumors of this, but never thought one would ever seek her out. Of the rare hoomani who, for one reason or another, offered themselves as food to a brellan. It made her again wonder why a sentient being would so willingly end its life so needlessly, what purpose did it serve?\n\nBut as she pondered, her ears twitched at the surprising feelings this aroused within her, something akin to appreciation and no small amount of affection. The little creature had said she was attractive, something the hoomani seemed to put great stock in amongst their females and breeding preferences. She wondered if he really felt that way, if there was any real attraction toward her, an answer to that doubt came to her in the way he looked up at her. That, and how his hand would drift over to nurse the hard, twitching rod between his legs on occasion.\n\nHer eyes softened and she offered him a quick, soft smile, flattered by his genuine, yet misguided, feelings for her. ``If you wish, little ape,'' she said in a soft, alluring voice as her hand reached for the glass. ``As I said earlier, I do need to eat something before I rest,'' her eyes narrowed at him with focused inquisition as her fingers closed around the tankard, ``Are you willing to become that for me...? To willingly offer yourself as a small, yet eager, evening meal?'' \n\nDevon almost exploded at not only the question, but how she proffered the suggestion itself. ``Yes, fuck! Eat me... please... oh, god... yes!'' he pleaded with a panting shudder of ecstasy. ``Swallow me, send me down to your belly and used my flesh as fuel, it's yours to do with as you wish!''\n\nHer smile became almost triumphant at his utterance, she was starting to get quite a bit of enjoyment out of this herself for some reason. As well as, she noticed with greater surprise than anything else, the first, faint tingling throb of her own, powerful arousal. This peculiar little hoomani and his outlandish, sacrificial request had managed to stimulate her in ways that shouldn't be biologically possible.\n\nHer season wasn't for another three years at least. Nevertheless, the heat continued to build, and the hunger that came with it, until she wanted nothing more than to grant his request. Not only from the burgeoning appetite within her, but the surge of emotions mixed with how she felt about his earnest attraction to percolate some affection of her own for the little male.\n\nPerhaps there was something about this odd kink of theirs. As the roaring fire built in her belly, she wished for a moment that he wasn?t so small, that she may use him for another purpose and satisfy both hungers. But no matter, his willing flesh was all she needed for the moment. Later, however, if her slit still hungered, there were plenty of young males with eager rods to be found that could appease such an appetite.\n\nPashda took a slow breath to steady herself and lifted the glass to her lips. ``Very well then, if that's what you truly want,'' she said in a soothing tone as she held it before her muzzle.\n\nDevon looked on as the dark, textured flesh of her lips kissed the rim of the glass, just a soft brush at first as though she wanted to draw out the moment. Then, with equal slowness and gentle care, the glass tipped around him for what would likely be the last time. Its contents flooding toward them to yet again cascade over the rim and stream into her mouth. \n\nHe found himself split between fighting the increasing current to make the moment last as long as it could or giving in and lunging toward the precipice to be swallowed immediately. After some deliberation, he thought it best to let fate decide and relaxed to enjoy the last experience of his life. After all, the end would come soon enough, no need to plunge forward into his certain slow, digestive death until he had to.\n\nIt seemed, though, that she wanted to make the moment last a while herself. As she drank in one, long, slow sip, the glass around him never tipped any more than was needed to keep the gentle flow into her mouth steady. While her eyes watched him as best they could the entire time to ensure he never passed over the edge until she wanted him to.\n\nFor some reason, the longer she waited and drew out the moment, the more pleasurable the experience got for her. She couldn?t explain why the feeling kept building within her. It didn't make any sense, the entire idea of what she was doing should've repulsed her. But something about the way he bobbed and splashed about before her hungry gullet seemed to entice her.\n\nThat, and make the desire to consume him, then find some poor young male and fuck him to death afterwards, while this little hoomani still sloshed about in her belly, even stronger. Perhaps he might even live long enough to hear and feel the guttural growls of her mating. If not, then his dissolving flesh would fuel the rampaging bliss of her kindled lust.\n\nThe glass soon emptied down to just over a quarter as its contents flowed steadily into her waiting maw. Devon had long since passed the point where he could control himself and despite how absurd it seemed, he began to give regular tugs at his painfully yearning dick. The sound of each powerful swallow drove him ever higher as with each one he knew the one to take him grew that much closer. The affects of the strong liquor around him pushed the now unstoppable, longing desire as it seeped ever deeper into his skin. \n\nAs the liquid in the glass only filled it a quarter of the way, its angle had become quite pronounced. His vision dominated by her muzzle and the dark abyss beyond, in which everything around him slowly disappeared into. The tension was getting to where he could hardly stand it. Knowing that his time to pass through the yawning gateway and ride the frothing river down her throat was only moments away.\n\nHer mouth suddenly closed, however, and the glass tipped back up a little as she gave a quick, dainty swallow to clear her mouth. He almost cried out to her, but something about the look in her eyes culled it before it could reach his lips. She watched him for a heartbeat before licking her lips and bringing the glass to her lips one last time before tossing it back to dump its contents into her mouth.\n\nAs he plunged forward into the organic, inky darkness of her mouth, a surge of emotions rose up within him and a soft whimper of pleasure, anxiety, lust, and near release eased through his lips. The world became a dark maelstrom of chaos and roaring sound as the drink, and Devon, swirled around her mouth. One where only a sliver of light that shone between her still parted lips illuminated the cavern just enough to see an occasional glimpse of his new surroundings.\n\nTerrifyingly large, white teeth flashed alarmingly close in the light as he sloshed past them. Once or twice, his hands brushed against their hard, slick surface or that of the soft, slimy gums at their base. While every now and then he would catch a fleet look at her massive tongue as it shifted under the pool of alcohol. To rise for a moment and break the surface like a great leviathan from the sea.\n\nHer lips eventually closed and caused the twilight to fade into complete darkness with grim finality. The massive tongue shifted under him. Its slick, bumpy surface rubbing over his skin several times as it wrapped around and pushed against his small body. A quick, little gulp thundered ahead of him as a small portion of the fluid around him was drained from her mouth, giving him a good idea of where her throat lay. \n\nSeveral more rapid swallows followed as her mouth was emptied with expert and somewhat surprising care. Which soon had him flopping down onto the surface of her large, dexterous tongue after the bulk of the fluid had been ushered into her throat. Where it began to writhe against him again and press his tiny body against the roof of her mouth with gentle, yet ravenous, pressure. All while it worked to extract as much of the unique flavor his skin held as it could. \n\nIt was nearly impossible to breathe within the slimy confines of her mouth and he began to grow a little lightheaded. However, the feeling of the slick muscular organ against him was something he lacked the words to properly describe, which was a depressing state of affairs he now wouldn't get the chance to correct. That, combined with the deafening sounds and scorching heat of being fully enveloped by her mouth made him squirm in ecstasy. So, despite the looming threat of unconsciousness, he couldn't help but rub against the probing flesh around him with vigorous delight.\n\nThe feeling of it all made the pressure of his impending release grow by the second, which added to the wondrous, blissful delirium. Which was further launched skyward as her mouth shifted and began to move him back towards her pulsing throat. Something about knowing that there was nothing he could do about it, totally unable to halt the slide towards the precipice of her hungry gullet. How her tongue glided him there with a steady, unstoppable force and with a long-honed, predatory ease and grace. \n\nWhat little liquid contents that remained within her chasmal mouth began to gather around him as everything was maneuvered into place for her to swallow. His mind started to sink into a dreamlike state as the last of the air within her cavernous maw was replaced by saliva or nearly exhausted completely. He had to fight against the dulling of his senses and drive to sleep that the lack of oxygen brought on.\n\nThe only true concern he held at that moment was that he needed to stay conscious, to live long enough to feel her throat close around his body and finally claim him. Once that happened, his soul would gladly depart and relinquish his mortal shell to her. To this colossal, alien female's gorgeous body to render down into fuel. \n\nAs the thought and image of it drifted into his mind, another strong surge of raging, venereal desire swelled through him. He didn't bother to wonder why such a thing would make him feel that way. Rather, his hips flexed to thrust his enraged cock into the soft flesh of her tongue as it continued to work him back toward her waiting esophagus.\n\nThe rhythmic plunging of his tiny meat-whistle increased with ever more vigor as the image of what was about to happen to him stepped to the forefront of his booze addled mind. Of her stomach claiming and breaking down his puny, consumed body to collect what little sustenance his flesh would ultimately offer. Of how, after taking all it could from him, the unusable and unworthy remains would be carelessly excreted from her glorious body. Deposited on or in whatever the brellan equivalent of a toilet was, the sum-total of his existence nothing more than a small part of her morning bowel movement.\n\nJust as he felt the looming tingles of his final climax, her tongue shifted and the thick pool of slimy soup that had built up around him lifted to begin flowing down towards her throat. In the pitch-blackness it was hard to be sure how close he was to it, but Devon could tell the general direction her pulsing gullet lay just behind him. The thought of its increasing proximity and his imminent introduction to it shot another thrill through him that spurred his hips to pump with even greater furious effort. But it didn't last long, as with one last, small movement of her tongue, he was pitched backwards. \n\nIt happened with terrifyingly rapid, predatory speed. As, along with the other contents of her mouth, he was thrust back into the gaping chasm of her throat too quick for him to even try and react in any way. The powerful muscles within her slender neck took hold of his small body and pulled it down into her scorching depths as a deafening gulp reverberated through his small naked body. The sound, vibration, and message from the slick flesh bulldozed him far over the edge and he began to convulse with an almost painfully blinding euphoria as a powerful orgasm rocked and hammered through him. \n\nWith what energy that remained now sapped from his body and already quite lightheaded from lack of oxygen, he slipped peacefully into consciousness not too long after. Content with his fate, his final thoughts being that he would at least be spared having to endure the churning horror that now awaited the approaching arrival of his body, just below him. And that he got the happy privilege to die while still in the tingling glow of the greatest, and ultimately last, orgasm of his shortened life.\f\n\n[center]Epilogue[/center]\n\nDevon head swam back into groggy consciousness. He groaned, opened his eyes, and immediately shut them against the assault from the blinding light far above him. His everything hurt and his skin strangely horrible tingle for some reason, however, it was his head that gave him the most trouble right at that moment.\n\nThe vague remembrance of a great quantity of alcohol swam into his mind and he cursed himself for drinking so much. He must have fallen down a flight of stairs. Possible three flights from the way he felt.\n\nWith a grunt of exertion and displeasure at having left the light on last night, he rolled over to try and get back to sleep. Then stopped in further confusion, the realization that he was naked and laying on a cold, hard surface washed over him with sudden, almost sobering, clarity. For a moment he wondered if he was in a morgue as another dim memory poked at his brain. Something about dying... oh God... how much did he drink last night?\n\nImages began to crystalize in his mind. Of going home with a Brellan female, of swimming in her drink, and of being - \n\nHis eyes shot open and he looked around despite the protests from the twin, bloodshot orbs. ``How...?'' he gasped in mild panic as he saw the large head of Pashda not too far away from him.\n\n``Hey there,'' she said in a calm, soothing voice as a smile stretched her lips, ``I thought you might not make it there for a while. You little hoomani really are quite fragile, aren't you?''\n\n``What... where...?'' he stammered out as he tried to focus on his surroundings while making a feeble effort to sit up.\n\n``Don't worry, little ape, everything's all right,'' she said in the same low hushing coo as the long, sabre-sized claw from her index finger tapped against a hard, clear surface in front of him.\n\nHe focused on the spot and realized it was a large, transparent wall. With some effort, he got to his feet and managed to fully examine where he was and the situation he had found himself in. His breath quickened as he took in the large glass walls that rose around him. The four walls that boxed him into what looked alarmingly like a massive terrarium of some kind, complete with several pieces of human sized furniture, a bucket of what seemed to be food rations, and a simple bed.\n\nA raised, circular stone-platform, which he had awoken on, held the bed, table, and a couple chairs. With the rest of the floor covered in a dense layer of a soft, light-colored material that reminded him of picture he'd seen once of pulped wood.\n\n``You like it?'' she asked with genuine, and somewhat eager curiosity.\n\n``But - but - you... why... how...?'' he sputtered, still not able to fully grasp what was going on. This wasn't at all what he expected his afterlife to be like.\n\nShe giggled softly at him from the other side of the thick, transparent wall and gave him a somewhat embarrassed look. ``Well... you were so much fun earlier that I thought it would be nice to keep you around for a while.'' Her smile turned almost impish and she added, ``Besides, you did give yourself to me after all. To `do with as I pleased', or something like that, if I recall.''\n\nThe events of his recent adventure came into morbid focus and played through in his head with alarming clarity. His face shifted from a mask of mild confusion, to doubt, to alarm, to outright horror at what had transpired. What had he been thinking? Other than the fact that his dick had been doing most of it. He looked up at Pashda as perspiration, driven by his ever growing sheer terror, began to break out.\n\n``Oh...'' he muttered as the full gravity of his actions set in, ``But how? I mean... you... you...''\n\n``Swallowed you...'' she proffered in a casual tone with a small laugh, ``Ate you like the small piece of worthless meat you really are?''\n\n``Yes,'' he mumbled as, despite his panic, a small tingle shot his spine at her words. ``Although, you don't have to phrase it quite like that, I still have feelings you know.''\n\n``Silly little hoomani,'' she said with a sharp, dismissive gesture, ``You think yourselves the absolute apex of creation.'' She straitened up to tower over his transparent prison her glare growing hard and even accusing, ``That you've reached the pinnacle of technological discovery and superiority. Yet you fail to understand even the basics of brellan biology...'' her tone turned sarcastic as she added, ``How cute.'' She turned to go and leave him with his thoughts for the time being. But stopped to give him a sidelong glance and added, ``Don't worry, I always treat my pets very well. Now then, if you're a good boy and play nice, I might even give you a treat when I get back.''\n\nShe walked out of the room, her hips swaying in an alluring, almost human, way. Devon sat down heavily on the bed, which he had to admit was quite comfortable, as he began to face his new reality. He bowed his head and covered it with his hands as he let out a low moan filled with the deluge of emotion that roiled within him.\n\nWith a sigh, he then flopped back onto the bed and gazed up at the dim constellation of lights on the ceiling she had left on for him. A wry smile spread across his lips as a thought came to him. For better or worse, his life on this world was certainly going to be a lot more interesting.\n\n",
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Devon leaned forward onto the hard, composite railing and stared out into the massive space beyond. The open area that lay outside the railing stretched away for hundreds, if not thousands, of meters. While the `floor' of the colossal room lay at least fifty meters down below him.
The relatively tiny section of the bar delegated to the colonies human population was little more than a shelf when compared to the rest of it. A small platform, off to the side, where the diminutive humans could come out to order something or enjoy the view and get some relatively fresh air. If they dared.
The Brellan population had found the human custom of social drinking to be somewhat amusing, so, of course, they had adopted it. Various bars, lounges, saloons, and other forms of the establishments they'd found listed in the ship's archives had sprung up all over the planet not too long after the colonists had arrived.
While the Brellans themselves had even adopted the assorted terminologies and phrases used by those who tended the bar. It made the scene a very strange one indeed, as though one had shrunk down and found themselves in a twenty-first century sports bar. Albeit, a sports bar filled with giant, furry aliens.
His gaze swept the room, observing several brellans, scattered amongst the half dozen building sized tables, as they chatted with each other or scanned billboard-sized data-pads. All while drinking a year's worth of liquor rations with each massive swallow of whatever harsh beverage they favored. The thought of how unfair it was to him, filled Devon with a notable tinge of animosity toward the giant, furry, canid-like creatures.
Although, the bulk of his seething was directed more at the colonial leadership, who had deemed it necessary for the ration in the first place. It's almost as though they didn't realize they were living on a planet with plenty of resources to spare. After all, they were living in what was essentially a fucking closet, asking for a bottle or two of alcohol surely isn't that much of an inconvenience to their new neighbors.
A shadow fell over him as an island of spotted black-grey fur drifted into view just in front of him. He took a couple of steps back away from it in surprise as the head of the bar's brellan bartender stooped down to speak with him. While the one large, yellow eye visible blinked at Devon for a moment as it focused on him.
The male brellan was dressed in a human version of formal evening wear that they'd also seen in the archives and adapted for their use. A pair of dark grey slacks, simple light-blue, short-sleeve, button-up business-shirt, with a black bowtie. The result of which only made him look all the more alien.
However, the general consensus was that it added to the `human' part of the overall experience. The only thing lacking was shoes. As brellans didn't normally wear them and you never see a bartender's feet anyway, they felt it wasn't worth the pain of wearing them.
His sudden appearance interrupted his train of thought and triggered several powerful, primal urges to flee from the predatory form looming before him.
``You alright there, little buddy... need anything?'' the brellan bartender half whispered so as not to deafen the small human while he bent down slightly to be at Devon's eye level.
``Oh...?'' Devon replied, a bit distracted as his attention was pulled away by the sudden sight of a Brellan female downing a tankard filled with enough beer to keep the human's thirst slated for the foreseeable future. ``No... I'm fine... uh... thank you just the same though,'' he responded with a quick shake of his head, more to clear the fog than communicate his intentions.
``Alright, suit yourself,'' the publican said and stood to depart, ``If you need anything, just yell... we have very good hearing you know,'' he gestured towards one of his long, pointed, canine-like ears.
Devon nodded, and the Brellan turned to leave, however, he noticed the creatures gaze flit back toward the female that'd attracted his attention. He looked between them for a heartbeat and a little smile twisted at the edges of his long, massive muzzle as he walked away. He couldn't guess at what the creature meant by it, but he had a vague idea. It most likely wasn't a very pleasant one, at least for most humans that is.
The giant furry monsters were an agreeable enough species, generally speaking, that is. They had welcomed humans to their world with surprisingly few issues. Mostly because the relatively minuscule pink-primates used so few resources they could be almost ignored by the entire population. In fact, their presence was still quite unknown to the vast majority of it.
While the human colonists themselves had actually been quite surprised when they'd arrived and found the planet already inhabited. Even more so when their ship had been pulled out of orbit by something twice its size that was casually sent up to investigate. But they had been allowed to stay, so long as they kept to themselves and obeyed the few, and rather generous, laws given to them by the brellan government.
Which had been very few indeed, mostly just to limit their living spaces to designated sectors within the two cities and a tract of countryside set apart for them. For their own safety and overall protection, of course. They had the freedom to do whatever they pleased within their living space and the understanding that their lives didn't mean much outside of those safe settlement-zones. It would be too difficult, and perhaps even pointless, to keep track of them if they wandered about the planet. If they left the area and an animal, or even another Brellan, discovered them, there was nothing that could be done.
There had been a few stories circulated around the colony not too long ago. About some of the questionable activities certain Brellans would encourage their little Human friends to agree to. That, or flat out lie about their intentions to get them out of the safe zone, then, do as they pleased with little, if any, legal repercussions. To be honest, some of the stories had intrigued Devon a little bit; the Brellans were a somewhat attractive species, in their own way.
The colonies own government had complained once or twice about it and made a couple of inquiries into what could be done to improve the situation. They had sent multiple requests for assistance and even an emergency relocation back to Sol. However, due to the time and distance involved, it was unlikely anything would be done within anyone's lifetime.
Devon gave another long glance at the female and noticed the bartender still hovering near the platform with a questing look. He shifted his gaze back up to meet that of the slotted, yellow orbs above him.
``Hmm?'' he muttered the question as loud as he could manage without making it sound like a squeal.
``Interested?'' the dropship-sized head whispered to him in a conspiratorial tone as it inclined toward the distant table.
``In, um... what?'' he said with a perplexed look that made him feel like a rodent wondering what the fox wanted. For some reason, his eyes seemed drawn into the dark, looming void that lay just beyond his lips as the creature spoke.
The Brellan mixologist rolled his eyes in mild exasperation, wondering if all hoomani were that dense. ``In her...'' he said with a slight tilt of his head in the female's direction, ``...Silly ape.''
Devon blushed at the Brellan having noticed his glance in her direction, although, he wasn't quite sure why. ``Oh... well... not like that, if you're insinuation what it is I think you are,'' he replied in a low mutter that he knew the alien could still easily hear none-the-less.
The barkeep gave a massive, toothy smile, having misread the human's blush as nervous attraction rather than being caught staring with simple, if not a bit rude, curiosity. ``It's alright, nothing to be ashamed of...'' the barman soothed as he sidled up a little closer to the platform, so that his strange breath wafted gently over it. ``...I can put in a good word, if you would like. She's somewhat of a regular here, you know, and I'm sure she'd be open to you going over and... saying hello.''
He looked up at him in panic and blurted out, ``No! It's... um... alright, just... er... looking, is all.'' He took a breath to relax and added as calmly as he could, so as not to offend, ``Thank you, however, just the same.''
The tapper winked down at him knowing smile. ``No need to be so shy, my little primate,'' he said and leaned down towards him a little more. Where the brellan continue in what he thought was a conspiratorial whisper, as his hot, oddly-smelling breath blasted against the humans face, ``Kestial is actually quite partial to you little fellas, so I'm told. Rather enjoys your company from time to time.''
``Oh,'' Devon uttered as he felt his face flush again at the thought. ``She must be really nice then... I'll... um... think about it. Thank you.''
Kestial, most likely due to the solar-sail-sized ears that swiveled eagerly back and forth on her head, must have heard her name being mentioned because she looked their way. Upon seeing him, a little smile played at the corner of her mouth and she gave him a small, knowing nod before taking another, far slower and all to alluring, drink.
She did seem to have a certain appeal, Devon realized as he considered her, the way she held that towering drink so invitingly in her hand helped more than its fair share as well. He found himself starting to work through a serious temptation to be taken over to her table. Which was well outside the safe-zone that ended at the railing he had unconsciously began to press rather hard against.
Although, the Brellan bar itself was a bit of a `grey area' so far as the law went. The edge of the safe-zone was technically the end of the human only area, which meant the ledge he was standing on. However, legally it included any building it was apart of, so-as-to establish a buffer area that kept anyone who got lost from being harmed.
Intentionally anyway. Accidents were known to happen from time to time. Some poor sap wanders down the wrong hallway and stumbles out the wrong door to find himself on the floor. Where he gets stepped on, ran over, or manages to die in some other tragic and equally horrible way. It was far rarer than people thought, but it did happen every now and then. Which usually got blown way out of proportion and was all anyone could talk about for several weeks.
There'd actually been protests about it at one of the other settlements. He couldn't find all that much information about it though, as colony management had issued a communications black-out and claimed it was simple civil-unrest. Word on the net, however, was that the settlement wanted the safe-zone expanded, there had been far too many close calls or injuries, even a couple of rather nasty deaths because of it. Either way, it was the only thing anyone wanted to talk about for some time afterward.
Some of them, and to no one's surprise, had been made to only look like accidents. Devon had been told one or two ominous stories about that as well, several accidents happened to people for one reason or another. Many of which were tossed around as cautionary tales, something to scare children into following the rules or to threaten people with to keep them in line.
Like the poor guy who was tossed from an emergency wall-hatch onto a plate of food as it was being served to an unknowing Brellan. Something about hoarding food rations, the details were always a little vague whenever he heard it. Just a grim story about a convenient method of getting rid of someone without raising too many questions. Either way, it had to be a really shitty way to go, literally.
Thinking of that story caused an interesting speculation to pop into his head. It made him consider what it would be like to stand on her table, right next to, and dwarfed by, her meal and drink. The thought gave him a small thrill of adventure and sent an odd tingle up his spine.
He knew the rumors about certain Brellan appetites, and how humans played a key part of them. But it didn't do much to deter him from the notion, and it worked through his mind for a while as she watched Kestial continue to enjoy her beverage. The idea had solidified and he was about to have the publican take him over to speak with her, when someone called out from behind him and snapped him back to sanity.
``Devon! There you are,'' a voice filled with relief and notable alarm exclaimed from the doorway leading out to the balcony.
He turned around, feeling a little ashamed of himself, to see Malcom standing just inside the doorway as his eyes scanned the massive space beyond with clear apprehension. Devon waved off the barkeep with a friendly smile and sauntered over to the doorway.
``Hey man, what's up?'' he said with as much casual grace as he could muster.
Malcom gave the colossal room, and the receding brellan, beyond a final nervous glance before all-but-pulling Devon through the doorway and back into the human sized space.
``Just looking for you is all,'' Malcom said with a poorly-hid, half-relieved sigh, ``We got our last round ready, come on.''
``Cool, lets go,'' Devon replied as he began to make his way back to the table with the rest of his friends and co-workers.
Malcom, however, put a hand out to stop him. ``You've got to be careful man! Those... things can do anything they want to you, anything at all, with complete impunity,'' he said in an annoyed hush.
``Yeah, I've heard that, what of it? There's a safe-zone for a reason, and that bar is part of it. Besides, you know how litigious Brellans can be when it come to the law,'' Devon said with his own hint of annoyance as he waved away the other man's hand.
Of course, Malcom was most likely, if not absolutely, right, and he'd just been about to place himself into the somewhat dubious hands of one of them. Technically two of them if he was honest with himself. All because she'd given him a pretty smile and he'd been a little too curious about something he shouldn't give a shit about in the first place.
Then again, had she offered to share some of that tanker-skiff load of alcohol, he might have been a lot less hesitant. Or possibly dead, which was the whole reason that Malcom was a bit upset with him at that moment. However, then he wouldn't have had to endure being berated by his friend, it was a toss-up as to which one he preferred more just then.
``What of it?'' Malcom huffed with severe incredulity. ``Are you really that naive, they fucking eat people, you know that, right? As in, swallow us whole like we're nothing but a handy treat or fun little snack to play with between meals. You heard about what happened to the Sigma-Eight survey team... right? Thirty-five people, snatched up and carted off for appetizers or some shit... that's all they are now anyway.''
``Don't be a fucking idiot, I've read the actual report about the incident, as have you,'' Devon said with a repudiated sigh. ``So, I know you understand that story to be complete bullshit. A piss-poor attempt to try and stir up trouble between the Colony and the Brellans, which is a very bad idea, especially considering what you just said they can do to us.''
Malcom let out a low, mirthless chuckle and replied in a cool tone as his temper started to rise, ``Those `reports' can be doctored or faked, stupid. The Colony Government doesn't give a shit about us, you know that, they might as well be pets for those fucking monsters, man. Hell, for all we know... they already are... and they're just keeping us peons around for use as cattle... or worse.''
Devon raised an eyebrow and gave Malcom a wry look. ``What's worse than cattle?''
Malcom waved his hand in a dismissive gesture and made a frustrated noise. ``Does it matter, man? You know what I mean, don't be a fucking idiot.''
Devon scoffed and pushed his way past Malcom to continue toward the table and their waiting co-workers. Who had begun to take an amused interest in the hushed, yet fierce, conversation. He could feel other man's gaze on the back of his head, but he didn't care. He knew what he was doing, he knew the laws, he knew just how safe he was... and wasn't. Just because Malcom couldn't keep his asinine conspiracy theories to himself after a couple drinks was no reason to think otherwise.
He sat down and they finished the night in good spirits. Malcom seemed to forget about the incident the moment the next drink touched his lips and Devon put it all out of his mind as the night progressed. Later, as he returned to his quarters and dropped into bed, his thoughts were only about the next days reports and manning estimates.
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Part Two
His dreams that night, however, were mostly about Kestial, and the delights of what could have been. The soft, inviting smile she'd given him, and the alluring look her eyes had held for him danced through his mind. While the large drink she held before her rose to the forefront, along with the prospect of, perhaps, her wanting to share some of it with the eager little human.
Fantastic imagery drifted through his sleeping mind of her letting him jump into the glass. To merrily let him swim around and splash about the large pool of intoxicant. Finally able to get his fill of drink without having to worry about his liquor ration or how he'd feel about having used it the next morning for once.
The dream was quite amusing, he found that he really enjoyed the feeling and unique perspective that came with bobbing around within the large glass. All while Kestial looked down to watch his antics with eyes that twinkled with impish mirth. The air full of the odd, oscillating growl of brellan laughter as she swirled the contents of the flagon around him.
Soon, however, everything changed with a sudden lurch of upward acceleration as the glass was lifted. His eyes shot upward to stare in horror as it drifted towards her long, speckled muzzle, to be eagerly pressed against her soft, dark lips. She looked down past her nose at him, her eyes still dancing with amusement at his situation, but now with something far more sinister. A primal and unfeeling glint that sent a shiver down his spine as her breath washed into the glass and swirled over him.
He looked on with a mix of terror and some other unexplainable feeling as they parted to reveal a long, dark cavern of sharp white teeth and pulsating flesh. She tipped the vessel around him with painful slowness until the rich liquid he floated in began to flow into her mouth. Despite his best effort, he could do nothing against the current and he was soon pulled into the dark chasm of her mouth.
A small, desperate scream escaped his lips as he passed through her lips and cascaded back toward the gaping void of her throat. Just as his miniscule body plunged over the precipice, pushed there by a casual surge of her tongue, and into hot, wet darkness, he awoke with a start. For a long time afterward, he lay there, breathing heavily, covered in sweat, and tingling all over as tried to understand the meaning of his dream. That, and why it wouldn't stop replaying in his mind, while a strange sense of longing grew each time her throat claimed him.
* * *
All through the next day, he couldn't get the dream out of his head. It ran through his mind over and over again as he went about his duties. Something about it made him want to go back to the bar and wait at balcony to have a chat with the barkeep about a couple things. Although, he still couldn't quite figure out where any of these feelings or urges had come from.
It must have been the idea of swimming in a large mug of fine quality spirits... yeah, that was it. Who wouldn't find the idea of such a thing amusing or a little bit appealing? Which would lead to the thought being accidentally consumed, a definite possibility when jumping into someone's drink. Of course, that was were it stemmed from, just the dreams of a man desperate for a good drink. Where else would the insane idea of jumping into her beverage come from?
He put it out of his mind and almost managed to forget about whole thing, however, as the week progressed, the mental image of her looking down at him kept popping into his head. Something about the look she had in her eyes seemed to force him to dwell on it. The image of the towering brellan was soon accompanied by him again slipping past those dark, alien lips. The feeling of what it'd felt like to share the fate of the alcohol he so very much wanted to surround himself with.
It scared him at first, it was a very real possibility and it terrified him completely... at first. But the more it danced round his head, the less he feared it and it soon began to intrigue him, then even excite him in strange, almost forbidden, ways. The same dream occurred again several nights later, however, this time, there was no fear when the final moment came. Only excitement, expectation, and, to his surprise, lust.
When he awoke the following morning, something had changed within him, the vague idea and passing curiosity had become an obsession. She was all he could think of that day, and the next two after that. It was then that he made a final, and fateful, decision about what he was going to do, one that part of him knew was a very stupid decision for him to have made.
After his last shift of the week ended, Devon wandered the corridors for a while. Spending the time trying to sort out his thoughts and steel himself for what he was about to do. As though guided by his subconscious, which was already looking forward to it, he soon found himself entering the human part of the bar.
He drifted out the door and onto the balcony/shelf that overlooked the massive brellan side of the bar. The room only had a few brellans in it, sitting in corners and speaking amongst themselves as they ate or nursed a drink. There was a different brellan keeping the bar that early afternoon, a female, who swiveled her head look at him as he walked out the door onto the balcony. Who smiled and motioned for him to wait a moment as she finished mixing a drink for someone.
The barmaid was dressed in similar apparel as the male he'd seen the last time he was there, although, minus the bowtie. Her fur was unlike any he'd seen before, not that he would consider himself an expert on the matter. It was very light, ashen-grey color with spots of darker grey weaved through it. While it seemed pretty uniform, the coloring grew steadily darker on her head until it reached her ears, where her fur became almost pitch black.
He also noticed that her shirt had several of the top buttons undone to reveal a tasteful amount of cleavage from her modest fore-breasts. It must have been something she'd adopted for the look of it, few brellans seemed to care much about cleavage. He supposed that possessing four sets of breasts must be hard enough to manage without having to deal with them fitting into a garment in just the right way to show them off.
She finished the drink, gave it to the grateful patron, and padded over to the small terrace. Her large pale-yellow eyes regarded him with an interested, almost knowing, look as she approached. She leaned her head down towards him as its light, ashen-colored fur danced in the light, while her ears swiveled to focus on him.
``Can I help you, little Ape?'' she cooed down at him in the same hushed voice all brellan used when talking to humans.
He blushed at the intense look she gave him. ``Yes, um...'' he began, fortifying himself for the night to come, ``Is... uh... Kestial here?'' he queried. Then added in haste as his mouth wouldn't stop moving, ``Assuming that you know who she is... I should say... err... that is... sorry.''
``Oh, I know who she is,'' the barmaid said with a dismissive gesture. But scratched her canine-like muzzle with a massive clawed finger as she gave him an inquisitive look. ``Why you looking for her, any specific reason?''
``Well... I was, um... hoping to... that is, uh... speak with her... and maybe... perhaps... share a, um... you know, drink with her,'' he managed to say, a little self-conscious at how it all sounded when he actually said it out loud.
She frowned and shook her head at him. ``Sorry, haven't seen her here yet.'' Then added, as she gave Devon a long, thoughtful look, ``She might swing by later on... I suppose. Although, its not like she's on a schedule to be here at a certain time.'' She chuckled softly at an amusing thought it brought to mind.
``I see,'' he said with a bit of disappointment. He realized that it was, in fact, still quite early and that he probably hadn't really thought this out all the way. Or at all...
She kept her contemplative gaze on him for some time, then asked as she inclined an eyebrow, ``What did you want to talk about? Haven't seen too many hoomani all that interested in idle conversation with any of us.''
Devon opened his mouth to reply but paused as he realized, again, that he wasn't quite sure how to reply. He had rushed down here without much consideration on the matter. Part of him assumed that it would've just worked out. Such is the usual result when ones dick does all the thinking.
He scrambled to try and put together a sentence that didn't make him sound too insane. ``Oh, well... I was... that is...'' he started but trailed off as the words failed to materialize in his mouth.
``You know,'' she began in a soft conspiratorial tone, ``I happen to enjoy a good conversation myself. So, since there isn't too much going on this early, and it can get a bit boring around here...'' She slid a quick glance back toward the bar, then leaned in very close, until the soft whiskers around her lips brushed against the fabric of his unisuit and tickled his face. ``Why couldn't we have that nice chat of yours?'' she proposed in a somewhat lusty growl that blasted her hot, strangely sweet-smelling breath against his face.
He thought about it for a second and figured that one female was probably just as good as another. Plus, this one was willing to talk, so why not see where it went. No harm in just talking to her, was there?
Devon shrugged and moved to sit at one of the tables close by on the balcony, ``Sure, why not.''
``Oh, not here,'' she said with a soft guffaw, ``I have to work, you know, and can't keep wandering over here every couple of minutes for idle chit-chat. Unless you keep ordering drinks, that is, which would most likely kill you... and you're far too cute to die from drinking one of our cocktails.''
He stopped short and turned around as she stood back up to give him a sly look, as sly as a brellan could give anyway. He realized, with a growing tinge of unease, that she might actually be flirting with him. Not that it worried him too much, she was attractive, in a brellan kind of way; and it wasn't as though it could really lead to anything. Probably just another one of the social traits they'd picked up from humans, perhaps she thought it was a normal thing to flirt with a customer.
``Oh, well, um... what did you have in mind then?'' he inquired tentatively, knowing that so long as he didn't outright agree to anything, she couldn't `legally' touch him. Let alone remove him from the balcony or the safe-zone.
She looked back along the bar to ensure that none of the other patrons needed her, then back at him with a playful look in her eye. ``Well...'' she began, her eyes examining him so hard they seemed to strip away his clothing like a scalpel. ``...I've always wondered what a hoomani feels like, their... you know... your bare flesh.''
``Uh... well... um, I guess...'' he began to say, and her hand twitched towards him reflexively. He realized that he had almost unwittingly agreed to something before he knew what it even entailed. ``...But, what does that involve, exactly? I wouldn't want things to get too carried away... and I do have plans for tomorrow.'' He said with a heavy implication that he intended to be returned safely to the balcony when they had finished their conversation.
``Of course,'' she said as her massive finger traced along the railing of the balcony just in front of him. While its arm-length claw fully extended so that its greenish-black chitin danced in the light as the deadly object came very close to gouging a long groove in the floor.
If she truly was trying to flirt with him, she really needed to read more about human customs. Specifically, the part about not waving a nearly three-foot-long, razor-sharp sword in front on them. It tends to spoil the effect.
She gave him a soft, alluring smile and continued, ``I think it would be fun to have you tucked someplace nice and safe for a bit, while we chat. I'll even comp you a couple drinks, I'm there's something at the bar that wont melt your flesh on contact.''
``Alri - '' he was again about to agree, but caught himself when he saw the look that flashed through her eyes. That and the way her tongue poked out just enough to subtly lick her lips, made Malcom's warning pop up and be screamed loudly in his head. ``Where exactly would I be... um... tucked away?'' he asked in a shrewd tone. Believing that he was neatly sewing up all the loopholes in this negotiation.
``Not there,'' she said with a lascivious smile and a hungry gleam in her eye, ``Unless you want to spend the rest of the evening encased in warm, slick flesh. Of course, it would be a bit hard to talk to each other of you were down there.''
Devon spent a few moments in thought as he tried to figure out where precisely she was referring to. Several places applied and few of them would be likely be very enjoyable, for him anyway. It finally dawned on him what it was she probably meant. But just to be safe, he shook his head and said, ``As much fun as I think that would be for the both of us, I must decline.''
``Yeah... probably for the best... look, I'm running out of patience here,'' she said with a resigned huff, her tone no longer sensual. ``Do you want to spend the time tucked in here or not?'' She pressed her finger into the cleavage between her massive fore-breasts, the soft flesh yielding to their touch.
Devon's brow furrowed in deep consideration for a moment, ``Well...,'' he began, trying to think but didn't get very far as something dawned on him.
A large female was offering to place him between her soft, supple breasts for what might end up being a couple of hours of glorious, velvety bliss. Why was he hesitating, what male in his right mind would not jump at this chance, or into that soft valley breast-flesh? So what if she might have a very low opinion of humans and may try to do something to him that may involve bodily harm of some kind. Tits were involved! This was no time to be rational or consider ones options!
He looked up at her, shrugged and said, ``If that's the only place you plan on keeping me, then I guess it would be ok.''
``Great, lets go,'' she said with a pleasant smile.
Her hand darted out with alarming, predatory speed to grab him as she straitened back up. He barely had time to realize what was happening before her fingers closed around him, encasing him in soft, warm darkness as his feet were pulled away from the surface of the balcony.
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Part Three
Devon gasped in surprise as the soft pads of her fingers closed around him in a gentle, yet very firm, grip. He managed a quick look back at the doorway leading to the human side of the bar, to see if anyone had noticed her picking him up, before being yanked into the air. However, her soft digits closed in around him, blocking out his view and he was snatched away too fast anyway to see if anyone had been watching or noticed her walking off with him in her hand.
He sighed and tried not to worry about it, or dwell on what would happen if his superiors hound out about this little stunt of his. If someone had seen it, then he could just play it off as though she grabbed him before he could object, she just wanted to hold a human for a while. People would believe that, Marcus certainly would without too many questions. Although, it would mean that he'd never get him to come to this bar again.
His train of though was interrupted by the sudden appearance of her colossal face just in front of him. ``I?m Pashda, by the way,'' she offered in a casual voice as her hand held him just in font of her railcar sized muzzle.
``I?m, uh... Devon,'' he replied tentatively to the massive nose in front of him as it twitched in response to his scent.
``Nice to meet you,'' she said with a pleasant smile as she turned and left the balcony behind them to walk back to her place at the bar.
The world beyond the soft, ashen fur of her hand began to speed by in a multicolored blur as she carried him. Despite the slight sense of vertigo, he found the experience to be quite interesting and almost pleasant. Her fur and skin had a rich, earthy scent to them that was peculiarly pleasant and he inhaled it deeply several times to let it fill his lungs and imprint itself on his olfactory senses. He began to understand why some humans had an appeal for such interactions with the brellan.
There trip was far too short, however, and she soon set him down with a gentle drop onto the vast wooden surface of a prep station behind the bar. The slight sticky-dampness of its surface on is feet the first thing he noticed as his they made contact with it. A quick glance around his immediate surroundings sent tinge of amusement through him as he noticed that the bar really was just a massive, scaled-up version a human one they had found in the archives. It made him wonder if they'd browsed through a list of scaled up pictures or found a way build a virtual environment to examine the details that way.
But when her enormous hand, and the security it had provided, left him, he had began to notice just difference in scale. The sudden realization of how small humans were on this world, and must seem to the brellans, thoroughly hit him with alarming force. A small surge of panic bubbled within him from being so exposed and vulnerable, it made him feel as though he could feel peircing glare of Pasha's hungry eyes upon him.
He stood around the center of an extensive plane of pale-colored, finely-textured wood. Here and there, small, finger-sized chunks of food in a variety of colors were littered around him. The remains of whatever items that had been prepared there earlier, too small to be bothered with by the colossal brellans. It made him think about whether standing in a spot where food had been, and would still be, prepared for immediate consumption was a good idea. The idea that all those delicious flavors and smells were now being absorbed by his skin and Unisuit was a bit unsettling.
Half of a Calv-a-Boury fruit, the size of a small cargo truck, lay not too distant behind him as he scanned around the board. Its bright, blue and orange skin still damp from having been washed not too long ago. While the heavily pungent scent, similar to rotten milk and honey, had already wafted over and started to tickle at his sinuses and turn his stomach. He backed away from it and the small pool of green juice that still grew beneath it, not wanting to be sick.
A shadow passed over him as Pashda moved about the bar do something. His gaze shifted upward in an automatic response and he noticed how the lip of the bar stuck out to form a ledge that towered high above him. The sight was framed by the tops of the many massive bottles of various sizes and colors that sat around the cutting board, some of which were big enough for him to move his entire quarters into. All of them filled with different liquids that spanned the entire color spectrum.
There was far more to see, but he had to stop looking around and close his eyes for a moment. The perspective was giving him a headache, and as much as he hated to admit it, even starting to terrify him beyond reason.
After a moment, Devon somehow managed to deal with the harsh new understanding of his place in the world. He opened his eyes and looked up to see Pashda gazing down with a curious expression as she again loomed over him. The sight of such a large predator, hovering over him like that, especially after coming to grips with being the size of an hors d'oeuvre to it, startled him. He took several steps backward in response, the sudden movement caused his foot to slip on some of the material and he fell over backwards.
A rumble of mirth sounded above him and her massive, yet gentle, finger moved to help him back up. Her hushed voice chided down to him playfully, ``Careful there, wouldn't want you to get hurt.''
He looked up at her with a shy, apologetic expression. ``Sorry, you just startled me is all.'' He got to his feet and look around once more as she lowered her head a little to listen to him. She didn't have to, of course, but he appreciated the politeness of the gesture. ``It's just a bit of a shock to finally understand how small we really are on this world.''
The soft pad of her right index finger snuck around to rub against his back in a slow, affectionate way. ``I can imagine it would be,'' she said in a genuinely compassionate tone. Her finger swept around to his front where the digit's forearm-length claw extended and tugged at his Unisuit for a moment. ``So then, if your finally done coming to grips with reality, go ahead and slip out of that. There's no need for it where you'll be going.''
Her tone was still friendly and playful but had gained a sharp, subtle edge of command that sent a small chill of terrified excitement along Devon's spine. He fumbled with his boots for a couple seconds as her pale-yellow eyes played over him with an eager, almost ravenous, gleam in them. His boots soon thudded one after the other onto the wooded surface next to him and he began undoing the clasps and zipper that secured the singular garment to his body.
It took him only a fraction of a second to get over the last bit of hesitation at what he was doing. As removing the Unisuit meant fully cutting his ties with the colony and depriving himself of what little protection the garment provided. He realized, however, that it didn't matter all too much now, he was well beyond the point of no return, even if Pashda was nice enough to put him back without incident if she was asked to. He knew that it was only a matter of time before he would be back here, trying to do this all over again. It really was now or never.
With a sigh, followed by a sharp exclamation at the sudden cold that hit his bare skin, he tossed the suit down to lay in a heap next to his boots. He took careful attention to deactivate the vital-sign monitoring and other systems first, so that it wouldn't send back an alarm when it didn't detect any vital signs. There would, no doubt, be an alert that he had switched them off, but that would be dismissed as him bathing or something else. It did give him an odd feeling, though, to not have a his every action, down to the content of his flatulence, monitored and recorded.
Devon felt a little self-conscious as she eyed his naked body without trying to hide the hungry look in them. He wondered if the brellan's natural prey had been, and most likely still was, animals about his size. It gave him an odd feeling as the thought came to him that the population of the entire colony probably amounted to nothing more than a light meal for a single brellan family.
It caused the thought of what it would be like to be consumed by one of these titanic beasts swimming unbidden through his head again. Strange feelings that sent strange tingles through him as he imagined the colony being rounded up for such a meal. He realized, with sudden horror, embarrassment, and mounting extreme confusion, that he had grown quite aroused at the idea. His dick hard and twitching in hopes of some attenstion. What was worse, however, was that she noticed as well and had leaned in to further examine his budding manhood.
``Well now,'' Pashda exclaimed with a mirthful grin, ``Isn't that cute. I didn't think you were looking forward to this that much.'' She moved her hand over to him and placed the pad of her finger between his legs to cradle the twitching cock against its soft, textured flesh. ``I didn't know you hoomani had such diverse tastes in females... I'm really quite flattered.''
Devon shrugged, ``Oh... well, it's just that - ''
``Hush now,'' she cooed, silencing him as she wrapped her hand around his naked form and lifted him up again.
The feel of her soft fur and intricately textured skin as it pressed against his body was beyond his capability to properly describe. Small rows of delicate, downy-soft hair that grew between each of her hand's massive digits were pressed were into his skin. While the grooved ridges in her palm seemed to move and flex on their own to better grip his exposed flesh.
Her hand held him in a firm, tight grip, yet managed placed very little actual pressure against his body. Almost as though she could sense the pressure needed and knew what would be too much and be painful. It made him wish that he had a biology specialization, as it probably would have given him at least a little more insight into the experience.
He was almost too engrossed in his own personal world of new and ecstatic experiences to notice her holding him up to her massive face. A sudden gust of her warm, humid breath blew against his bare flesh as she spoke.
``Alright, then, little ape, I have to get to work, so... in you go,'' she said and brought him down through the opening in her shirt and eased him in between the two soft, bulging mases of her fore-breasts.
The move surprised him as he had only been half aware of what was going on and he uttered a small exclamation as he felt the soft, warm fur slip up and over him. The supple flesh under the fur yielded and seemed to flow around him as he was pressed against it with increasing force the further his body slipped down into her cleavage. Warm, furry flesh soon surrounded his entire lower half and her hand released its grip to move up and place a finger onto his head and push him the rest of the way down.
Under the firm pressure of her finger, his upper body soon sank down to join the rest of him within the warm, confining penitentiary like embrace of her cleavage. His decent stopped just deep enough for him to still be able to see out, yet have the soft, furry flesh around him press against his head. It confused him as to why at first, it would be hard to carry on a conversation where he was, however, the reason for this soon became apparent. When she walked down along the bar and her voice roared out from above, and now around, him as she conversed with the few freshly arrived patrons.
He was grateful for the concern she had for him, as it wouldn't have take long for his hearing to give out from the thunderous noise of their voices. If they noticed his small head poking up between the soft, ash-colored fur then they gave no indication of it. Content to sit with their massive drinks and chat amongst themselves or Pashda on occasion as the afternoon wore on. Which he now a rather comfortable front row seat to watch from.
It also made him understand why the human side of the bar area had such a massive power draw for a space that size. There had to be some kind of dampening system installed to keep their delicate human ears from exploding from the auditory shockwave a room full of brellans must generate. Which only made him feel that much smaller and insignificant. So, he tried not to dwell on that depressing truth and focus on enjoying his little adventure the best he could while it lasted.
As time went on, Devon found the experience to be quite relaxing and even got used to the thunderous roar of her voice in his ears as it reverberated through her flesh. Despite the occasional burst of deafening noise that leaked painfully into his ears when the flesh around him shifted in just the wrong way from her movement. The pleasant warmth surrounding and penetrating him, mixed with the graceful rock from her walking back and forth along the bar, soon made his eyes feel heavy. He stifled a yawn and snuggled a bit deeper into the tight confines of her soft, furry embrace, and drifted to sleep.
* * *
Devon awoke with a sudden start from a rather pleasant dream, filled with tight, humid heat by a firm pat on the head. He tilted it skywards as a soft voice cooed down to him from the sudden blinding brightness that met his gaze.
``Time to wake up, little ape.''
He stretched and wiggled up enough for his head to poke out completely. ``Oh, sorry about that,'' he muttered with a stifled yawn and looked out at the noticeably fuller room beyond her cleavage, while gritting his teeth against the onslaught of its noise.
``You fell asleep and we never had our little chat,'' she murmured down at him with notable disappointment as her finger rubbing the top of his head in an almost affectionate manner. ``It's almost time for me to leave for the night, so, I suppose you want me to place you back with the others?''
The room spun as she turned enough for him to see the balcony through her open shirt. A small surge of apprehension shot through him when he saw that it now had several other humans on it. Far more than he'd thought would be there, congregated in small groups or sitting around the few tables that peppered the space. He realized that he had spent too much time away, it must be much later than he planned on it being if there were now that many people wandering about.
His lack of planning had again came to haunt him as he really hadn't put any thought into this part. If he was seen being casually placed back onto the balcony by that many people, there would be far too many questions he could easily answer, and no end of shit about it. The idea about saying she had grabbed him without his consent swam through his head again, but then she might get into trouble. Which would, no doubt, piss her off somewhat, and the last thing he wanted was a giant, angry carnivore with a vendetta against him.
It wouldn't take much to see through his obvious lie anyway, they would connect the dots between the time of his suit deactivation and her replacing him to realize what had transpired. Never mind the fact that he'd forgotten to take the surveillance systems into account, there was most likely already high definition audio and video recordings of the entire event. The conversation that would follow, involving everyone from his supervisor to his friends, would be unbearable to say the least. That is, if he didn't face some kind of disciplinary board on the matter; which wouldn't take much justify.
The apprehension became a sudden wave of panic at the possible repercussions of his stupidity, and in his desperation, another, and possibly worse, idea came to him. ``Perhaps I should... um... just stay here, putting me back just now might not be a good idea. Maybe you could grab a table after you get off and we could chat for a bit.''
Her muzzle twisted in what looked like a frown from his point of view and an unsure noise rumbled through her chest behind him. ``The last thing I want to do is hang out here after working all afternoon,'' she said with a shake of her massive head.
Devon thought for a moment about his options, which were shrinking by the second. It made him finally contemplate doing something that had been running through his mind all week. The more he thought about it, the less he cared that it was probably a bad idea, in fact, he realized that it was what he'd really wanted all along.
``Would it be alright if I stayed here for a bit longer? Maybe when you get off... then, um... we could go someplace quiet and, uh... talk.''
She considered him for a moment as a sly smile spread across her face. ``If I didn't know any better, I'd say that was a romantic proposition of some kind,'' she said with a low chuckle. ``You know, were I in season... I might just have accepted it, too. Just for the fun of it.''
From the little he knew about their reproductive cycle, the idea of being within reach of a brellan female around that time filled Devon with mixed emotions, most of them bad. Every five years or so, SOL standard time, brellan females entered their fertility cycle. At which point, they became almost unstoppably ravenous and extremely lascivious, eating and fucking everything and anyone they could get their hands on.
Most females, so its said, usually seclude themselves during this time, letting only the bravest, or most desperate, males come to them and try to survive the night. It added a whole new meaning to the term, one-night stand.
``Oh... no - no - its n-nothing like that,'' Devon stammered with an expanding blush, ``I just don't think it's a good idea for me to be plopped back down there right now... is all.''
``Ah... I see,'' she said, another hint of disappointment in her voice.
``But... I'm not, um... against the idea... entirely,'' he added in a rush as a guilty feeling prompted the words out, thinking he might have offended her somehow. Which could prove fatal for someone in his position. ``I actually think that you're... kind of, um... cute and all.''
Her lips stretched as a smile formed over them, amused by his admission of cross-species attraction. ``Awe, that's nice of you to say,'' she said as her muzzle swung down to plant a small kiss on the top of his head. ``If you want, then I suppose it would be alright if we went someplace quiet, in fact, why don't you just come home with me. I need to get out of these clothes anyway and it would be easier to relax and talk without having to worry about something happening to you.''
The way her large, dark lips felt as they made brief contact with his head was wonderful. Its loving touch had an odd, soothing affect on his anxieties and spurred him ever forward with reckless abandon. He let go and gave himself fully into her care at that point, accepting his fate and no longer regretting any of his actions.
Devon looked up at her and assented to the idea, so, she gathered up his clothing and placed them into a pocket as she finished the last few tasks for her shift. While he pushed the last of his lingering worries about what he was doing aside.
After completing whatever she needed to do, her finger returned to gently rest on the top of his head. ``In you go, I'll have to keep you out of site for a bit,'' she said, then added with a wink, ``Try not to suffocate while you're in there.''
She pushed him down into the warm embrace of her cleavage until he was again fully encased by flesh. But far further that before, to the point where soft, hot darkness surrounded him and the pressure against him was such that he could barely breathe, let alone move. Deep enough that no-one would see any evidence of him there and bother her with any idle questions about it.
With her new friend safely secured, she gathered the last of her things, waved to a couple friends, and left the bar to go home. As an eager curiosity about what was to come bubbled in her chest.
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Part Four
Devon spent the next twenty to thirty minutes, it was hard to tell exactly how long, in muffled, sweltering darkness. Most of it was spent trying to breath through the stifling heat and thick musk her pours generated at his presence. While sounds beyond his prison of soft fur were muted, distorted or drowned out completely by the sonorous tones of her colossal body.
From the deep rumbles of her breath as it roared in and out of her lungs, to the thundering bass note of her dual hearts as they worked in harmonious unison just behind and below him. Whereas the faint, yet vigorous sounds of her gut whispered up to him, murmuring into his ear with gentle desire.
It all blended together to form a constant drone that had just about managed to put him to sleep again when the fuzzy flesh around him parted. The removal from almost absolute darkness was blinding as light shone down onto him. He blinked at the sudden brightness as her nimble fingers snaked around him to pull his naked body free from the grasp of her tremendous fore-breasts.
``There we go,'' she cooed down to him as he was gently deposited onto a hard, stone surface.
She gave him a quick smile before walking away to tend to some other, more pressing, needs. Devon stood, shivering a little from both the chill and a small surge of nervous energy, as he watched her leave. After she walked out of sight, he looked around with a slow, inspective gaze, curious and apprehensive about his new surroundings.
He didn't know very much about brellan dwellings, few humans really did. The large race of pseudo-canids didn?t often cater to their new, minuscule human neighbors and rarely offered any specific details on the subject. There had been some research into the particulars of brellan life, beyond the simple information provided or what could be easily observed, that is.
The scant information that had been gathered was done so by adventurous, and probably suicidal, exobiologists, many of whom had never returned. Their fates unknown and no answers given whenever inquires, even serious ones, were bothered to be made. Not even from the various brellans they'd departed with.
Which was pretty much where he now found himself; alone, in a strange place, and without the assurance that he would ever leave. Alive anyway. He had been careless enough to not only suggest leaving with her, but neglect to specify that he should be brought back, and in what condition.
Despite him not really caring too much at that moment, and having resigned himself to whatever happened afterword, it took him a moment to tamp down the new flames of worry within him. As having been digested was technically a condition to be brought back in. So was a lot of other disturbing images that loomed menacingly into his mind. It had been a very stupid thing for him to openly agree like that.
As he continued to take in his surroundings, he managed to settle down and restore the calm acceptance within him from before. Part of that was due to the fact that he might not even want to go back. It wasn't as though he enjoyed his job or the seemingly meaningless life he had within the colony in general.
Oh, it wasn't all that bad, he had a good job and plenty of friends, but he'd began to feel more and more constricted and bored as time went on. They were here to colonize and explore an entirely new world, however, they were split up and restricted to what was essentially the closet and back yard of several buildings spread around the planet. It wasn't what he would call a dignified or adventurous way of life.
Devon sighed, still filled with a lingering uncertainty of what to do or if he'd really done the right thing. But, he figured that he might as well try to enjoy the evening and see where things went, again, as there really wasn't much of choice anymore. If everything worked out and he was returned safely, and without detection, then he could play the night off as him just wanting some privacy. To get away from the constant monitoring and relax for a while to settle his mind. They would understand that, hopefully.
He took a few steps toward the edge of the stone surface he was on, to discover it was a massive countertop of some-kind. With his eyes having finally adjusted to the light, he looked down onto the landscape that spread out before him. The sheer size of the place gave him pause and took his breath away.
The room, big enough to hold several dropships, was simple and almost completely unadorned. The stone material he stood on ran along the wall of the room, forming a rough semi-circle that contained a variety of implements, most likely used in food preparation. There didn't appear to be a sink of any kind, although the low light made it hard to make out some things in the far distance. But he could see several large pipes, or something very similar, running down from the ceiling and along the walls.
The floor of the room, which seemed to be made of plain but very smooth stone, had a large rug spread out in the center. From his perspective, it looked like a vast multi-colored field on the floor of a valley, far below him. Arranged upon it was a low table, to brellan standards, evenly spaced around which were large pillows of varying shapes and sizes.
Devon recalled a half-remembered conversation at either the bar or the dining facility with one of the cultural archivists. They had said something about how brellan?s preferred to lounge around a single, large table, to relax and socialize as they ate or just gathered together. This room wasn?t just a kitchen or simple dinning room, but the heart of the home, a sacred place of safety and security. Which was why their fascination with human social customs was so weird, they seemed contrary to their entire way of life.
The best description of it, to human ears, was that its a combination of every room in the house, save the bathroom, of course. It was why most of their dwellings were simple, even the grandest of homes contained only two or three rooms, unless absolutely necessary. A simple race, with a simple way of life, but all wrapped around a very complex societal structure. It made his head hurt to think about it. Then again, they probably assumed humans were too odd and different to fully understand as well.
The sight before him and the remembered information made the thought of those who'd ventured out into brellan society go through his mind anew. It sent a small, involuntary shudder up his spine at the thought of what might have happened to them. But he pushed it away, this was a real adventure and, for better or worse, he was going to try to enjoy it. Take a real risk for once in his life, well, other than coming to this planet anyway.
Movement in the distance caught his eye and he turned to see Pashda reenter the room. She'd changed into a loose-fitting grey robe, that he thought complemented the color of her fur, tied together with a long, white sash. She didn't seem to be wearing much of anything else and he watched with lurid fascination as it flowed and shifted over the various curves and features of her sleek lupine-esk body.
He had seen similar garments worn once or twice before, during one of the few events the human colonists were invited to. Someone had been explained to him that it served as the brellan equivalent of casual evening wear. Which he'd been rather curious know under what circumstances such information had been learned.
She padded over to where he stood and lowered her hand down to him, palm up. ``Come,'' she said with a low voice that wafted down to him in sultry, commanding tones.
He looked up at her for a moment, a little slack jawed at her appearance. Then, without a word, climbed onto her palm. Where he once again marveled at the feel of her smooth, deeply-textured skin against his. As her hand lifted away with its tiny cargo, he pressed his own palm against the dark flesh under him to better examine the effect.
The feel of it was still something he couldn't describe properly and wished he had a sensory recorder to document it. Not just the feeling, but the way it seemed to move under his touch, as though the friction ridges themselves moved in response to his presence. However, the experience, like all others that night, was over too quickly as she tipped him off her hand and onto the low table.
She leaned her hand just enough for the little human to tumble off her hand without danger of hurting him, eliciting a soft chuckle as he landed in a heap. After giving him a moment to right himself, she placed a small cup before him and filled with the same beverage she was about to enjoy.
He looked down with a jolt of delight, as the `cup' in front of him that was big enough to cook a large stew in. The only problem he could think of as she filled it filled it with a rich, amber liquid, was how he would drink from it.
``Now then,'' she said as she filled a silo-sized glass in front of her, ``I believe we can finally relax and have that interesting conversation you alluded to.''
``Oh... right,'' Devon said after getting a deep lungful of the rich scent from the cooking pot of alcohol before him. ``Well, I, um... you see, I... well...'' he trailed off, a little unsure of himself as the evening's events had made him both lose his nerve and forget what he had planned on talking about at the same time. The alluring scent of intoxicant under his nose didn't help either.
Pashda shot him a quick, soft smile, the look on her long, canid-ish face hard to read. She seemed more amused at him than anything else as she sat with quiet patience for him to find his tongue. He found her gaze to be a bit intimidating as her eyes played over him with intense scrutiny, so, he looked down to further investigate his drink while trying to organize his thoughts. With luck, he'd pull himself together, manage to have an engaging conversation with this massive alien, and even learn something useful in the process.
The effort took a sharp detour, however, when she gave a soft, mirthful chortle and lifted the glass to her lips to imbibe a long quaff of the strong, golden fluid. The sudden gurgling rumble from untold amounts of liquid flowing into her mouth made him start and look up at her. His head tilting skyward to watch as several thundering gulps sent massive bulges of liquor down her long, slender neck.
He could even hear the dull, sloshing roar it made as it settled into the first part of her massive three-chambered stomach. Which, either by cunning purpose or a cruel twist of fate, rested just before him, not far beyond the edge of the table. Where it began to gurgle and grumble with eager appreciation for the liquid nourishment she'd provided it with.
She belched and let out a deep growl of approval as she lowered the glass from her dark lips. ``I love this vintage. You know, I believe the greatest thing you hoomani ever did, was introduce us to proper alcohol. Don't you agree, little ape?''
She set the now half-empty glass down next to him with a thud that jarred him out of his stupor. ``Um, yes... I, uh... guess so,'' he stammered, not sure if it was an insult or not. ``I'm glad that you, um... appreciate it... I think.''
She lounged back onto her pillow a little more as her ears twitched in thought while watching him with a tranquil look. The action shifted her robe and parted it just enough to expose the downy-soft fur of her belly and one of her lower breasts. She either didn't notice or didn't care as she took no action to correct the matter, only uttering a small sigh as she further relaxed.
``Have you ever had any traditional Brellan drinks?'' she asked in an idle tone, but pressed on before he could say anything, ``I doubt it. They tend to be somewhat fatal to your species... even to ours, sometimes, if you want the truth of it.''
``Oh, really...? I didn't know that,'' he muttered while trying keep his eyes from drifting to stare at the spot where the faint gurgling of her stomach could still be heard.
She giggled, its deep, grating rumble setting his hair on edge. ``I wasn't kidding when I mentioned how many of them could dissolve your flesh earlier. But that's usually after you've collapsed from massive organ failure, so, it tends to be a moot point in the end.''
His gaze drifted down to look into the vessel before him, a wary look on his face. ``So, is this...''
``Safe to drink?'' she interjected, ``Of course it is. I'm sure it's stronger than anything you've ever had before and might make you sick if you're not careful... but not dangerous or toxic in any way.'' She smiled and added in a playful coo, ``No reason to kill you just yet.''
On a whim, her hand swept over to rub his back with the tip of her left index finger. The urge to pet him and feel his smooth naked skin overcoming her will to refrain from the intrusion.
Her finger slid down his back just as he had leaned down to scoop up a handful of drink. The digit's sudden, gentle touch startled him, which caused him to almost inhale the liquid he was drinking as he jumped a little bit. He fell back onto the cold surface of the table and collapsed into a fit of harsh coughing, trying to clear the stinging liquid from his windpipe. When it subsided, he realized her finger had moved to his front side and was massaging his chest and belly with a light touch.
``Oh... sorry about that,'' she cooed, her voice a soft rumble as her head shifted closer to him. ``It's just that I can't help myself, you're all just so cute... and...'' she trailed off as her mind drifted elsewhere.
She kept the pad of her finger on him as her thoughts meandered, it's slow, methodical rubbing soothing him in odd ways. Which soon became something else entirely as the end of each downward stroke wandered a little too far south. He wanted to say something, but it felt so excruciatingly good that his voice failed to manifest past a horse groan. Besides, it would be rude to interrupt her thoughts at such a crucial moment.
``Oh,'' she exclaimed when she finally looked down and noticed what was going on. ``Sorry again, I forgot how sensitive you little hoomani are... down there.''
Her finger lifted away from him and he almost grabbed at it out of a strong, primal lust to keep it from going. She had really picked a bad time to notice what was going on, at least he thought so. But the damage had been done, his sex drive had been roused and his manhood stepped up to make itself heard.
His dick began to remind him about several things; certain feelings, certain... urges, aroused within him. Especially about the dream from before and... perhaps... casually asking her about it. After all, she had a drink right there, so, why not bring it up. What's the harm in an innocent question or two.
``It's alright,'' Devon mumbled just loudly enough for her to hear as his head cleared. ``I don't mind it, you're welcome to keep going if you want.''
She giggled, filling the room with the wavering low-growl that Brellans did sometimes when particularly amused or interested in something. ``Ah... you liked that, did you?'' she quipped at him, her eyes dancing with an impish gleam.
``I, uh... wouldn't complain if you did it again... that's for sure.''
``You hoomani are certainly aroused by some silly things, no wonder there are so many of you. Being able to breed whenever you please and inflamed by almost anything,'' she said in a faux-haughty tone. While trying to hide her fascination for this tiny ape with his species' strange and alluringly persistent libido.
``Yeah, I suppose we do,'' he said with an embarrassed shrug as his dick gave a couple more optimistic twitches.
Devon was going to add more, perhaps get an interesting conversation going on the subject, but just as he started to speak, she again lifted the silo-sized glass to her muzzle. Where he watched, just as transfixed as earlier, as she nearly drained the glass in several more mighty swallows. Easily sending a couple swimming pools worth of drink gurgling down her throat, before replacing the tankard back down onto the table.
The awesome spectacle of it, mixed with his already stimulated desire, filled him with a blend of strange and increasingly dangerous emotions. Which was compounded when the air shook around him as she let out a thunderous belch from her gaping maw. Where the angle and light was just right for him to see deep into her mouth and get a small glimpse at the dark, purple flesh of her rippling throat.
Devon blinked in amazement as the wave of humid, pungent-smelling air from her guts rolled over him. It brought several things to mind and urged him try and steer the conversation towards it. As she refilled the glass, he steeled himself to crawl ever further down the rabbit whole.
He cleared his throat and proffered in as offhanded a tone that he could muster, ``Well... if you want to talk about the strange things humans are into. Then there's, um... one thing that I would, uh... like to try, if you don't mind... that is.''
She set the bottle back down on the table and looked at him with mild interest. ``Oh... what do you have in mind? I might be willing to indulge one or two of your odd little desires, if it's not too weird that is,'' she said with a playful grin, clearly intrigued and a bit curious as to what her little guest had in mind.
``Well...'' Devon began with a glance around him and a nervous swallow.
This was it, there would be no going back from here once he said it. However, he was determined to take this strange desire of his to its conclusion, no matter what that meant for him. Fatalistic and stupid, yes, but the more he thought about it, the more he wanted to do it.
``Yes?'' Pashda pressed as she leaned in a little closer while almost able to see the racing thoughts of the little hoomani standing on the table in front of her.
``Could I, um... s-swim around in your glass... for a while?'' he managed to say as his face turned bright red and his dick gave a hopeful twitch. ``Just for a little bit... I've never seen so much alcohol before and think it would be an interesting, uh... experience... for me,'' he spat out in haste as he felt such a strange request needed precise justification.
She looked down at him for a short while with an unchanging expression before her lips spread into a wry smile. ``I don't see why not; it sounds like an interesting experience for both of us. And... I suppose it could be a fun way of `sharing' a drink together.''
Her hand drifted over to sweep to him up in a slow, lazy arc with the same gentle grip as before and carry him over to dangle above her glass. She held him there for a moment or two, her eyes scanning him with a careful, examined gaze. The large, keen orbs picking up his every emotion and subtle reaction as she kept him suspended over the pool of rich, golden fluid that bubbled with slight carbonation.
He glanced down, past his swaying feet, to the tepid tank of still slightly swirling liquid. Its strong scent already wafting up to assault his sinuses and make him a little dizzy due to the high alcohol content within it. It was technically more flavored solvent than anything else, considering what was needed to affect the brellan nervous system. But still, the idea of actually being able to swim in a that much beer, to be around more booze than he could ever drink was quite intoxicating in-and-of itself.
Her grip on his body, however, remained quite firm and kept him held above the pool of amber delight. Teasing the little human with the wonderful prospect of imminent immersion. The powerful scent and strength of the giant drink below him seemed increase its potency with each passing moment.
It soon became a little too much for him and he began to wiggle in a vain effort to free himself from the iron grip of her fingers. Wanting nothing more than to be released and drop down into the object of his desire below. Another low, oscillating growl of amusement rumbled up her throat.
Her head creeped closer to him as she chided him in a soft coo, ``A bit eager... aren't you?''
The soft rasp of her voice was dangerously close to him, as it sent a gentle gust of sour, pungent breath against his naked body. He looked up to see the ventilation duct sized openings of her nostrils just before him. They flared with each great intake of breath that carried his own subtle scent along with it. Then contracted slightly to blow another steady torrent of hot, humid air out against him. He didn't quite know how to respond with her looming so close, so only gave a weak smile and a couple unarticulated words in reply.
The air vibrated around him with yet a further amusement from deep within her throat that put his hair on edge again. Then, with a sudden shift of her hand, the pressure against him was gone and he slipped down through her fingers.
The world appeared to slow around him and the fall seemed to take far longer than he actually did. The strange mix of adrenalin, anxiety, and strong drink below him all worked to heighten his senses to the point where time stretched, and details blazed brilliantly around him.
The feel of her fingers as they slid up his body, how the delicate hairs and ridges rubbed along his bare skin. Her eyes as they followed him as he fell from her grip, their slotted pupils dilating slightly while tracking him until being blocked when the thick rim of the glass rose up between them. Its surface speckled with flecks of foam and condensation. As well as other debris that might have been small bits of food from her mouth. Which then surged upward around him to become a great wall that trapped the little human within the great vessel.
When his feet hit the surface of the liquid, time caught-up and Devon splashed down into the pungent, stinging liquid. His dream finally realized and ready to deal with whatever consequences it may bring. No matter what they may be.
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Part Five
The world resumed its normal pace as he swam with several jerking motions up to break through the surface. Afterward, he had to spend a few moments wiping what liquor he could from his eyes before opening them to survey his new surroundings. His lungs stung with the first couple breaths he took, as the thick, nearly caustic, fumes around him filled them. The effect was to send him into fit of harsh coughing that required the little human to thrash about as he attempted to stay afloat.
Pashda looked down into the glass and watched the proceedings with mild, but growing, interest. He wasn't the strangest thing she ever had in a drink before, but certainly the first to ever ask if it could be added. She pulled the glass a little closer to her so that she didn't have to bend forward as much to see inside. The movement sloshed the contents a bit and made the little creature inside tread with more vigorous, and rather adorable, effort.
She gazed down at him for a moment longer with an inquisitive look, then asked in a soft, entertained voice, ``Having fun in there?''
Devon gave several more, deep coughs before managing to steady himself against the liquid's movement. He wiped his face and waved up to her, starting to get a little giddy from the effects of the alcohol around him.
``You bet! This is unbelievable, even better than I imagined!'' he called up to her as his voice reverberated back to him within the prison of her glass.
He treaded for bit as he simply enjoyed the slight tingling sensation the liquor made against his skin. It was a bit disappointing that he couldn't see much of the room, or of her, beyond the rim of her glass. Although, it didn't matter too much anyway as it was hard to keep his eyes open for very long due to how the fumes and occasional splash of stinging liquid stung them.
But it was well worth it, the feeling of him being immersed in this much delicious, intoxicating beverage was to fantastic to describe. The whimsical emotions that continued to froth and bubble within him grew stronger as more of the drink soaked into his skin. He could already sense the various countermeasures added into his body's genetic make-up start to try and fight the looming effects of alcohol poisoning. As well as one or two of the various implants within him commencing their work at doing the same.
Adrenaline and massive amounts of Thyroxine surged into his bloodstream to stimulate his metabolism. It was a process that usually had an immediate effect in sobering up the body. However, due to the circumstances, it was a heroic but ultimately fruitless effort. Although, the Adrenaline did manage to catapult him into full alertness and drive many of the more impulsive and reckless thoughts to the surface of his mind. A rather unfortunate effect for him to have had just then.
These notions were further pressed when the glass jolted, and a sudden sinking sensation made him to look up. He almost forgot to keep treading to stay afloat as he gawked upward to see Pasha lift his chaliced prison to her lips. Her muzzle hovered ever closer and soon, like the nose of a transport entering a hanger, began to poke over the rim and drop down into the glass.
He edged away from it out of pure, primal impulse. Swimming to hug the far side, where his arms pumped with furious effort to keep his distance from the massive, speckled grey intruder. His effort increased as the vessel began to tip around him towards her face. While his gaze remained irresistibly drawn to the other end as it met her delicate lips which parted to reveal the yawning, dark cavern of quivering flesh beyond.
The sound of her modest quaff was all the more thunderous in his ears with him floating just before the waterfall of liquid as it cascaded into her mouth. Its roar built ever greater as the mighty tankard around him was tilted ever further. Countless kiloliters of the strong, amber fluid pooled just within the humid darkness beyond in preparation to be sent down her throat.
Which came soon enough when her lips finally came together over the rim. Then, as it was pulled away, the enormous bulk of her jaw shifted as she swallowed with an alarmingly casual flex of her massive tongue. The deep rumbling sound startled him as it resounded around him, so intense that he could feel it in his chest as it reverberated throughout the sloshing space.
A deep, thoughtful sound vibrated up throat as she looked down at him. ``I think...'' she began as her mouth shifted inquisitively, ``...That you might have actually added something to it. A nice... something... that I can't quite put my finger on just yet.''
Devon treaded for an awkward moment, not fully trusting himself with any kind of response just then. Despite the emotions that roiled within him on the matter, hearing her speak about his taste in such a candid manner was more than just a little frightening. He bit back a sudden urge to ask if she could pull him out, however, not wanting to let his fear end the fun too early.
With his sudden apprehensions well noted, but firmly still in check, he relaxed back into the liquid, letting himself float on the surface and drift with its slight current. He gave her an alluring look and gestured in what he hoped was a dismissively enticing way. Mostly spurred on the continued loss of his inhibitions and the subtle way her eyes seemed to hunger for him.
``I?m, uh... glad you think so,'' he said as he tried to float on his back, still wanting to look as casual as possible.
It was harder than he thought it should've been, though, something about the substance?s properties must have made him less buoyant. But he managed to lie back and relax as he gazed up at her colossal face hovering above him, her eyes fixed on him with eager and amused curiosity.
``Careful now, little ape,'' she said with a vivacious chuckle as a single eyebrow arched playfully at him. She set the glass back down onto the table with gentle grace and teased, ``Don't make yourself look too appetizing, there's still time for a small evening meal, before I retire.'' She giggled in an almost human kind of way and shifted her head a bit closer to the glass. ``And you're just the right size for it, too.''
Pashda noted his reaction with a delicate intentness as the little hoomani became somewhat flustered at her words. Amused as she noted how his features betrayed a little apprehension and a quick flash of alarm at her suggestion... fear, yes, ... but obvious excitement a well. Her left ear flicked several times in thought as she considered the diminutive hoomani that bobbed invitingly in her evening libation.
Her scrutinizing gaze fell across his minute rod and noted that it seemed to be showing increasing signs of life. An array of emotions rose up to frolic within her at the sight. She found that they made her reconsider this hoomani in ways she hadn't thought of before, and wondered why they'd never came to mind before then.
A slight hint of disgust at how this little creature, or any sentient being, would find such pleasure at the suggestion of her ending his existence in such a way. To be willingly consumed and destroyed within her stomach during the long, painful process of their inevitably slow digestion. It was one thing to accept their unfortunate place within the great Re-uesh, but to seek out their own assimilation into another's essence for mere pleasure seemed a bit... profane.
A part of her was suddenly tempted to toss the pathetic little fellow out the window and be rid of him. Let the little beast discover what pleasure there was in being scooped up by a feral Thair-lack. Its venom was said to have an interesting affect on the hoomani nervous system. If they lived long enough to succumb to it's effects, that is.
Yet, there also arose within her a grim fascination at the idea, and a small, appreciative delight at his reaction to her being the one to consume him. It far overpowered any negative feelings she had on the matter and was, in fact, quite flattered by it. That he might even harbor some secret desire for her, and would find her in any way attractive. How he must have such a clear interest in letting himself die in her belly and become one with her being. The idea, however, soon began to have an odd effect on her.
These Hoomani truly are silly little things, she thought as she continued to observe her tiny drinking companion's bobbing manhood.
Her eyes followed as it twitched several times while the strong mix of emotions played across the little ape's face. She let her finger play along the lip of the glass, finding a strange sense of enjoyment in the way his own eyes pursued the furry digits path. After a short time of this, she started to wonder just where things were going to go from here herself. Although, her middle-gut gave a small, suggestive gurgle to indicate where it thought the evening should progress.
Meanwhile, Devon was really beginning to enjoy himself. Something about the way her eyes dragged themselves over his small, naked form and the hungry look they started to take on was starting to really turn him on. He relished the feeling immensely, and he found himself giving into it completely, letting whatever it was drive his actions. More and more letting go of any kind of apprehensions or logical thought he had about it time went on as well.
Soon, whatever concerns or warnings within his rational mind grew less urgent and became all but silent. Until they were eventually replaced with dangerously impulsive and irrational impulses. Desires that had fully matured and now demanded that they be tended to, no matter the consequences.
Pashda was neither blind nor altogether ignorant of how human sexuality worked, and generally looked like. The Brellans had taken every opportunity to learn about their world's new occupants over the last several decades. So, as she was going to be working around them, she had taken a little time to read up on some of the general literature about their behavior.
It had been quite... enlightening. From that, she could see that Devon was quite aroused, that much was clear, as to why, however, she didn't really understand just yet. So, she decided to try and draw it out, play with him a little and, perhaps, have a little fun with it herself. Still a bit curious to see where it would lead, how far he might take it... and how far he would want it to go.
The glass again lifted from the table and Devon slipped beneath the surface for a brief moment as the sudden movement forced him down again. He emerged from the depths just as the glass met her dark lips and was already tipping to send another deluge of the rich, amber fluid into her mouth. The spectacle again enthralled him, he paused for a moment to stare at it and he began to slowly drift closer to the precipice without noticing.
Despite his ever-stronger feelings on the matter, a surge of panic hit him when he noticed the change in current and realized that he was far too close to the gaping, sucking void. He flailed furiously against the tide that was already starting to pull him toward the rim of the glass with increasing force. The roar of the foaming rapids of drink that lay just beyond it and out of sight grew steadily closer, and louder, despite his desperate efforts to escape.
The slick surface of the glass pressed against his feet, he tried to use it to stop but the current disallowed him to gain any purchase and halt his movement. When he saw there was no way to fight the inevitable, he realized that the secret fantasy of slithering down her throat had become a sudden, deadly reality. The shock of it sent a thrill through him and ended up settling his mind on the matter once and for all. So, he relaxed and resigned himself to slip past her lips and into what lay beyond.
Her mouth closed at that moment, however, its lips coming together and the vessel around him tipping back to staunch the raging torrent just before it could carry him through. A strange wave of emotion mixed with something like strong disappointment and heightened desire flowed over him as he watched her massive muzzle recede yet again. Which surged to even greater heights as the resounding swallow that followed thumped in his chest.
Pashda glanced down and couldn't resist the urge to laugh at what she saw. ``You really do like this, don't you?'' she asked as her own curiosity and subtle urges surrounding the matter continued to grow.
She set the glass down and refilled it again from the jug, which elicited another chuckle as she watched him tumble about in the swirling current. As she watched him be tossed around by the churning liquid, the feelings within her continued to shift. So that by the time the glass was full, there was far more interest at indulging him than not. Even the smallest embers of something else far more exciting as the idea took hold in her.
She rested her head and her hand and asked with casual intrigue, ``What is it that makes you enjoy it so?''
Devon steadied his breathing and looked up at her in thought for a moment. Would she understand his feelings, could she even be capable of comprehending them? Then again, he didn't even understand them completely just yet, and if he got his way, he'd most likely never have the chance.
``I'm not really sure,'' he muttered in a low, tentative voice as he bobbed slowly in the glass, ``Maybe it's just... just the uniqueness of the experience itself. Perhaps a way to fulfil some strange wish to have an unsurpassable adventure. Or... maybe... a deeper desire to be... um... to endure the ultimate act of domination by a larger being, especially if... uh... it's an... er... attractive female.''
Devon felt his face grow hot as she considered his words. He didn't want to go back, nor did he care whether anyone knew about this or not. All he wanted was her, to be with her, to be a part of her... now and always. There was no explaining it either, he doubted that he ever could in ways the she or anyone else would understand.
Pashda had little doubt about what it was he wanted at that point, but she needed to hear him say it. Not because of some now highly unlikely legal issue that may arise later, but because she really wanted to hear him say it. To listen as he asked for something that no living creature should ask of another, and see what feelings such a thing evoked within her.
She looked down at him with an impish smile and asked him in a low, seductive tone, ``So, what is it you want then, my strange little hoomani friend?''
He gulped and took a deep breath as his expression changed to one of carnal expectation. ``I... I want... I want you to... to... to swallow me!'' he uttered with a gasp, ``Gulp me down with your drink!''
He had said it, the strangest, deepest and newest desire of his heart. There really was no going back at this point, even if she refused. He'd essentially given himself to her to do with as she pleased. A thought that both eased his anxiety about his life in the colony while making his dick harder than a bar of Tricadium Alloy.
She gazed at him for a long moment with a thoughtful expression as she toyed with the idea. So, there it was at last, this little ape now wished to be her meal, to die in order to nourish her body. She had heard rumors of this, but never thought one would ever seek her out. Of the rare hoomani who, for one reason or another, offered themselves as food to a brellan. It made her again wonder why a sentient being would so willingly end its life so needlessly, what purpose did it serve?
But as she pondered, her ears twitched at the surprising feelings this aroused within her, something akin to appreciation and no small amount of affection. The little creature had said she was attractive, something the hoomani seemed to put great stock in amongst their females and breeding preferences. She wondered if he really felt that way, if there was any real attraction toward her, an answer to that doubt came to her in the way he looked up at her. That, and how his hand would drift over to nurse the hard, twitching rod between his legs on occasion.
Her eyes softened and she offered him a quick, soft smile, flattered by his genuine, yet misguided, feelings for her. ``If you wish, little ape,'' she said in a soft, alluring voice as her hand reached for the glass. ``As I said earlier, I do need to eat something before I rest,'' her eyes narrowed at him with focused inquisition as her fingers closed around the tankard, ``Are you willing to become that for me...? To willingly offer yourself as a small, yet eager, evening meal?''
Devon almost exploded at not only the question, but how she proffered the suggestion itself. ``Yes, fuck! Eat me... please... oh, god... yes!'' he pleaded with a panting shudder of ecstasy. ``Swallow me, send me down to your belly and used my flesh as fuel, it's yours to do with as you wish!''
Her smile became almost triumphant at his utterance, she was starting to get quite a bit of enjoyment out of this herself for some reason. As well as, she noticed with greater surprise than anything else, the first, faint tingling throb of her own, powerful arousal. This peculiar little hoomani and his outlandish, sacrificial request had managed to stimulate her in ways that shouldn't be biologically possible.
Her season wasn't for another three years at least. Nevertheless, the heat continued to build, and the hunger that came with it, until she wanted nothing more than to grant his request. Not only from the burgeoning appetite within her, but the surge of emotions mixed with how she felt about his earnest attraction to percolate some affection of her own for the little male.
Perhaps there was something about this odd kink of theirs. As the roaring fire built in her belly, she wished for a moment that he wasn?t so small, that she may use him for another purpose and satisfy both hungers. But no matter, his willing flesh was all she needed for the moment. Later, however, if her slit still hungered, there were plenty of young males with eager rods to be found that could appease such an appetite.
Pashda took a slow breath to steady herself and lifted the glass to her lips. ``Very well then, if that's what you truly want,'' she said in a soothing tone as she held it before her muzzle.
Devon looked on as the dark, textured flesh of her lips kissed the rim of the glass, just a soft brush at first as though she wanted to draw out the moment. Then, with equal slowness and gentle care, the glass tipped around him for what would likely be the last time. Its contents flooding toward them to yet again cascade over the rim and stream into her mouth.
He found himself split between fighting the increasing current to make the moment last as long as it could or giving in and lunging toward the precipice to be swallowed immediately. After some deliberation, he thought it best to let fate decide and relaxed to enjoy the last experience of his life. After all, the end would come soon enough, no need to plunge forward into his certain slow, digestive death until he had to.
It seemed, though, that she wanted to make the moment last a while herself. As she drank in one, long, slow sip, the glass around him never tipped any more than was needed to keep the gentle flow into her mouth steady. While her eyes watched him as best they could the entire time to ensure he never passed over the edge until she wanted him to.
For some reason, the longer she waited and drew out the moment, the more pleasurable the experience got for her. She couldn?t explain why the feeling kept building within her. It didn't make any sense, the entire idea of what she was doing should've repulsed her. But something about the way he bobbed and splashed about before her hungry gullet seemed to entice her.
That, and make the desire to consume him, then find some poor young male and fuck him to death afterwards, while this little hoomani still sloshed about in her belly, even stronger. Perhaps he might even live long enough to hear and feel the guttural growls of her mating. If not, then his dissolving flesh would fuel the rampaging bliss of her kindled lust.
The glass soon emptied down to just over a quarter as its contents flowed steadily into her waiting maw. Devon had long since passed the point where he could control himself and despite how absurd it seemed, he began to give regular tugs at his painfully yearning dick. The sound of each powerful swallow drove him ever higher as with each one he knew the one to take him grew that much closer. The affects of the strong liquor around him pushed the now unstoppable, longing desire as it seeped ever deeper into his skin.
As the liquid in the glass only filled it a quarter of the way, its angle had become quite pronounced. His vision dominated by her muzzle and the dark abyss beyond, in which everything around him slowly disappeared into. The tension was getting to where he could hardly stand it. Knowing that his time to pass through the yawning gateway and ride the frothing river down her throat was only moments away.
Her mouth suddenly closed, however, and the glass tipped back up a little as she gave a quick, dainty swallow to clear her mouth. He almost cried out to her, but something about the look in her eyes culled it before it could reach his lips. She watched him for a heartbeat before licking her lips and bringing the glass to her lips one last time before tossing it back to dump its contents into her mouth.
As he plunged forward into the organic, inky darkness of her mouth, a surge of emotions rose up within him and a soft whimper of pleasure, anxiety, lust, and near release eased through his lips. The world became a dark maelstrom of chaos and roaring sound as the drink, and Devon, swirled around her mouth. One where only a sliver of light that shone between her still parted lips illuminated the cavern just enough to see an occasional glimpse of his new surroundings.
Terrifyingly large, white teeth flashed alarmingly close in the light as he sloshed past them. Once or twice, his hands brushed against their hard, slick surface or that of the soft, slimy gums at their base. While every now and then he would catch a fleet look at her massive tongue as it shifted under the pool of alcohol. To rise for a moment and break the surface like a great leviathan from the sea.
Her lips eventually closed and caused the twilight to fade into complete darkness with grim finality. The massive tongue shifted under him. Its slick, bumpy surface rubbing over his skin several times as it wrapped around and pushed against his small body. A quick, little gulp thundered ahead of him as a small portion of the fluid around him was drained from her mouth, giving him a good idea of where her throat lay.
Several more rapid swallows followed as her mouth was emptied with expert and somewhat surprising care. Which soon had him flopping down onto the surface of her large, dexterous tongue after the bulk of the fluid had been ushered into her throat. Where it began to writhe against him again and press his tiny body against the roof of her mouth with gentle, yet ravenous, pressure. All while it worked to extract as much of the unique flavor his skin held as it could.
It was nearly impossible to breathe within the slimy confines of her mouth and he began to grow a little lightheaded. However, the feeling of the slick muscular organ against him was something he lacked the words to properly describe, which was a depressing state of affairs he now wouldn't get the chance to correct. That, combined with the deafening sounds and scorching heat of being fully enveloped by her mouth made him squirm in ecstasy. So, despite the looming threat of unconsciousness, he couldn't help but rub against the probing flesh around him with vigorous delight.
The feeling of it all made the pressure of his impending release grow by the second, which added to the wondrous, blissful delirium. Which was further launched skyward as her mouth shifted and began to move him back towards her pulsing throat. Something about knowing that there was nothing he could do about it, totally unable to halt the slide towards the precipice of her hungry gullet. How her tongue glided him there with a steady, unstoppable force and with a long-honed, predatory ease and grace.
What little liquid contents that remained within her chasmal mouth began to gather around him as everything was maneuvered into place for her to swallow. His mind started to sink into a dreamlike state as the last of the air within her cavernous maw was replaced by saliva or nearly exhausted completely. He had to fight against the dulling of his senses and drive to sleep that the lack of oxygen brought on.
The only true concern he held at that moment was that he needed to stay conscious, to live long enough to feel her throat close around his body and finally claim him. Once that happened, his soul would gladly depart and relinquish his mortal shell to her. To this colossal, alien female's gorgeous body to render down into fuel.
As the thought and image of it drifted into his mind, another strong surge of raging, venereal desire swelled through him. He didn't bother to wonder why such a thing would make him feel that way. Rather, his hips flexed to thrust his enraged cock into the soft flesh of her tongue as it continued to work him back toward her waiting esophagus.
The rhythmic plunging of his tiny meat-whistle increased with ever more vigor as the image of what was about to happen to him stepped to the forefront of his booze addled mind. Of her stomach claiming and breaking down his puny, consumed body to collect what little sustenance his flesh would ultimately offer. Of how, after taking all it could from him, the unusable and unworthy remains would be carelessly excreted from her glorious body. Deposited on or in whatever the brellan equivalent of a toilet was, the sum-total of his existence nothing more than a small part of her morning bowel movement.
Just as he felt the looming tingles of his final climax, her tongue shifted and the thick pool of slimy soup that had built up around him lifted to begin flowing down towards her throat. In the pitch-blackness it was hard to be sure how close he was to it, but Devon could tell the general direction her pulsing gullet lay just behind him. The thought of its increasing proximity and his imminent introduction to it shot another thrill through him that spurred his hips to pump with even greater furious effort. But it didn't last long, as with one last, small movement of her tongue, he was pitched backwards.
It happened with terrifyingly rapid, predatory speed. As, along with the other contents of her mouth, he was thrust back into the gaping chasm of her throat too quick for him to even try and react in any way. The powerful muscles within her slender neck took hold of his small body and pulled it down into her scorching depths as a deafening gulp reverberated through his small naked body. The sound, vibration, and message from the slick flesh bulldozed him far over the edge and he began to convulse with an almost painfully blinding euphoria as a powerful orgasm rocked and hammered through him.
With what energy that remained now sapped from his body and already quite lightheaded from lack of oxygen, he slipped peacefully into consciousness not too long after. Content with his fate, his final thoughts being that he would at least be spared having to endure the churning horror that now awaited the approaching arrival of his body, just below him. And that he got the happy privilege to die while still in the tingling glow of the greatest, and ultimately last, orgasm of his shortened life.\f
Epilogue
Devon head swam back into groggy consciousness. He groaned, opened his eyes, and immediately shut them against the assault from the blinding light far above him. His everything hurt and his skin strangely horrible tingle for some reason, however, it was his head that gave him the most trouble right at that moment.
The vague remembrance of a great quantity of alcohol swam into his mind and he cursed himself for drinking so much. He must have fallen down a flight of stairs. Possible three flights from the way he felt.
With a grunt of exertion and displeasure at having left the light on last night, he rolled over to try and get back to sleep. Then stopped in further confusion, the realization that he was naked and laying on a cold, hard surface washed over him with sudden, almost sobering, clarity. For a moment he wondered if he was in a morgue as another dim memory poked at his brain. Something about dying... oh God... how much did he drink last night?
Images began to crystalize in his mind. Of going home with a Brellan female, of swimming in her drink, and of being -
His eyes shot open and he looked around despite the protests from the twin, bloodshot orbs. ``How...?'' he gasped in mild panic as he saw the large head of Pashda not too far away from him.
``Hey there,'' she said in a calm, soothing voice as a smile stretched her lips, ``I thought you might not make it there for a while. You little hoomani really are quite fragile, aren't you?''
``What... where...?'' he stammered out as he tried to focus on his surroundings while making a feeble effort to sit up.
``Don't worry, little ape, everything's all right,'' she said in the same low hushing coo as the long, sabre-sized claw from her index finger tapped against a hard, clear surface in front of him.
He focused on the spot and realized it was a large, transparent wall. With some effort, he got to his feet and managed to fully examine where he was and the situation he had found himself in. His breath quickened as he took in the large glass walls that rose around him. The four walls that boxed him into what looked alarmingly like a massive terrarium of some kind, complete with several pieces of human sized furniture, a bucket of what seemed to be food rations, and a simple bed.
A raised, circular stone-platform, which he had awoken on, held the bed, table, and a couple chairs. With the rest of the floor covered in a dense layer of a soft, light-colored material that reminded him of picture he'd seen once of pulped wood.
``You like it?'' she asked with genuine, and somewhat eager curiosity.
``But - but - you... why... how...?'' he sputtered, still not able to fully grasp what was going on. This wasn't at all what he expected his afterlife to be like.
She giggled softly at him from the other side of the thick, transparent wall and gave him a somewhat embarrassed look. ``Well... you were so much fun earlier that I thought it would be nice to keep you around for a while.'' Her smile turned almost impish and she added, ``Besides, you did give yourself to me after all. To `do with as I pleased', or something like that, if I recall.''
The events of his recent adventure came into morbid focus and played through in his head with alarming clarity. His face shifted from a mask of mild confusion, to doubt, to alarm, to outright horror at what had transpired. What had he been thinking? Other than the fact that his dick had been doing most of it. He looked up at Pashda as perspiration, driven by his ever growing sheer terror, began to break out.
``Oh...'' he muttered as the full gravity of his actions set in, ``But how? I mean... you... you...''
``Swallowed you...'' she proffered in a casual tone with a small laugh, ``Ate you like the small piece of worthless meat you really are?''
``Yes,'' he mumbled as, despite his panic, a small tingle shot his spine at her words. ``Although, you don't have to phrase it quite like that, I still have feelings you know.''
``Silly little hoomani,'' she said with a sharp, dismissive gesture, ``You think yourselves the absolute apex of creation.'' She straitened up to tower over his transparent prison her glare growing hard and even accusing, ``That you've reached the pinnacle of technological discovery and superiority. Yet you fail to understand even the basics of brellan biology...'' her tone turned sarcastic as she added, ``How cute.'' She turned to go and leave him with his thoughts for the time being. But stopped to give him a sidelong glance and added, ``Don't worry, I always treat my pets very well. Now then, if you're a good boy and play nice, I might even give you a treat when I get back.''
She walked out of the room, her hips swaying in an alluring, almost human, way. Devon sat down heavily on the bed, which he had to admit was quite comfortable, as he began to face his new reality. He bowed his head and covered it with his hands as he let out a low moan filled with the deluge of emotion that roiled within him.
With a sigh, he then flopped back onto the bed and gazed up at the dim constellation of lights on the ceiling she had left on for him. A wry smile spread across his lips as a thought came to him. For better or worse, his life on this world was certainly going to be a lot more interesting.
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