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There were two cats sat at the bar, friends, but oddly mismatched.

One was a hulking orange-furred kzin, eight feet tall if he stood up straight and six hundred pounds of muscle and fur. His tail was naked and pink, as were his frilled ears, and yellow stripes among the orange gave him his nickname. His rank wasn't high enough to be granted an actual name; 'Yellowstripe' was good enough for now. He wore only a harness of gray leather that supported a few tools and pouches, as his genitals hid inside his body when not in use and even standing upright there was nothing to see.

The second cat was a lithe and slender caitian, two and a half feet shorter than Yellowstripe and a fifth his weight. While her friend could run on all fours if he liked, M'ress was fully anthropomorphic, with a slender lion tail and a mane darker than her fur. M'ress wore a tight fitting top that extended only to her hips, accentuating the curve of her hips and clinging tight to her breasts. As Yellowstripe well knew, for they were lovers as well as friends, she wore nothing underneath.

"There is a match at the sports arena tonight," Yellowstripe growled to her. "The ball game they play here. A captain friend of mine has two tickets he says we can have."

"Oh, I do like that game," M'ress purred. "It is so rough."

The Shore Leave planet, everyone called it. A construct of a forgotten race, it was built in a bygone age to be a place for weary starship crews to rest and recover. The medical facilities here were second to none and saw much use, as the planet would create whatever you dreamed of and that often led to violent encounters with fantasy monsters, old rivals or who knew what. Located on the border between great empires, all races were welcome here.

Because of the readily available medical care, some people who came here played rough. The last time they'd watched the ball-and-net game, two players had died, temporarily, and four more left the field on stretchers. That sort of thing happened when teams from rival races worked out their aggressions on the field. It was still a far better solution than war.

"And what would your captain friend want for the tickets," M'ress purred, for this was not the first nor would it be the last time they had this sort of conversation.

"Well," Yellowstripe the kzin growled, "He has heard stories from somewhere that you can open your jaws remarkably wide."

"Has he," the caitian purred back good-naturedly. "So can you."

"It is not my jaws he wants to see gape in front of his face," the kzin growled, just as good-naturedly.

"I hope he understands they would not stay in front of his face," M'ress purred, but before they could discuss the captain's upcoming voyage through her bowels they were interrupted.

"Oh, I know you," said a hissing voice. They turned and found a slender alien lizard-woman just behind their seats. The lizard was a sleek green thing with ridged scales that almost, but didn't quite, have sharp edges. Despite her reptilian look she had small athletic breasts and a muscular tail with five parallel scale-ridges hung down behind. She wore just a belt with a communicator of some sort and a clip-on billfold.

"You're M'ress," the lizard hissed. "You serve on the Enterprise and eat your fellow crew."

"Sometimes," the caitian purred. "These days I'm only allowed to eat volunteers. It was more fun when it was by mistake."

"You ate your captain," the lizard hissed. "Twice."

"He said he wanted to spend the night inside me," M'ress purred. "What is a cat to think?"

"That he meant his penis," Yellowstripe chipped in.

"That did spend the night inside me," M'ress purred with a smile. "And the rest of him too."

"You eat your crewmen," the lizard hissed.

"And crew-women," M'ress purred. She licked her chops.

"But you still serve on the Enterprise," the lizard hissed. "So it must be safe."

"Of course," M'ress purred. "Perfectly safe."

"So then," the lizard hissed. She unsnapped her belt and plopped it on the bar. "My name is Silthis. Eat me."

Both by now had smelled the alcohol on her breath. Yellowstripe learned back against the bar and casually scanned the room. Not everyone took well to what was about to happen. Happily, the patrons just now were mostly Klingons, and they wouldn't care.

"All right," M'ress said without hesitation. She reached out and took Silthis by the shoulders. M'ress was stronger than she looked and when she pulled the lizard close it wasn't for a kiss. Or perhaps it was, if you consider engulfing your lover's entire head in your maw a kiss.

M'ress swallowed and Silthis's lizardy snout bulged from her neckfur. A table of Klingons hooted and one gave her a thumbs-up as with a wriggle of her muzzle she worked her way over the lizard's narrow shoulders.

Silthis braced her claws against the floor to push herself deeper but the caitian needed no encouragement. M'ress gripped beneath the lizard's scaly ass, hoisted her upward, and with one great gulp there was just a set of kicking legs and a scaly tail hanging from her maw. Already her belly bulged and the shape of a lizard snout showed through her fur, but unlike many of her meals Silthis didn't choose this moment to change her mind. Her scales protected her, at least briefly, from M'ress's stomach acids.

It was too late to protest in any event. Gone to the hips in Caitian gullet, with her arms pinned to her sides by M'ress'jaws, the only thing that would save the lizard from a gurgling digestive end was a sudden change of heart on the cat's part.

There was no change of heart. One of the nearby Klingons stood, stepping forward and reaching for his belt. His intention was clearly to ramrod Silthis down M'ress's throat with his penis but Yellowstripe showed his fangs and the Klingon backed away. Much as a Klingon liked a good fight the kzinti was three times his size.

M'ress's muzzle bobbed as she swallowed with all her might and the Klingon sat down without protest. Silthis's rump bulged through the caitian's neckfur and there was nothing left to fuck. Caitian fangs scraped over lizard scales as Silthis slipped deeper, gone to the knees.

The acid must finally have started to sting because Silthis began to squirm in protest. It was much too late. Nothing was left of her but the shape of three-toed feet sliding beneath M'ress's tan neckfur and with a last gulp the caitian's middle bulged grotesquely. A foot of scaly green tail hung from the corner of M'ress's mouth, slowly growing shorter as the lizard's struggle turned her end for end in the slimy pocket of caitian stomach. M'ress wrapped her padded hands around the great bulge and muffled the inner struggle.

"I wonder if the fabled medical tech of this world will bring someone back from being digested," Yellowstripe mused.

"No idea," M'ress slurred, her jaws still unhinged and with the tip of a tail hanging out. She swallowed and it was gone. With a shrug she showed her opinion of the question. The lizard had got herself into her current predicament, she could find her own way out. M'ress popped her jaws back into shape and smiled. It was not her fault that the lizard's way out involved green scales showing up in caitian poop the next day.

A great belch bubbled up out of the gorged cat, stuffed full of nearly her weight in lizard, and the Klingons cheered. It didn't hurt that M'ress's dress popped up over the bulge and they had a good look at pretty much everything.

One gestured to the bartender and a fresh drink was set at M'ress's elbow. M'ress smiled a whiskery smile, drained the glass, and was scooped up into Yellowstripe's powerful arms. Too full to do more than waddle, she let herself to be carried back to their room. There she could digest her meal in peace. Behind them the bartender shrugged and dropped Silthis's belt into the Lost And Found box.

"She did ask if it was safe," Yellowstripe reminded as he set her down on the bed. It was big enough for both of them, should she be in the mood for company.

"Perfectly safe," M'ress purred. There was a last twitch beneath her thinly stretched belly fur, then stillness as the life ebbed from the lizard. Whether or not the planet reformed her, all that lay in this Silthis's immediate future now was a trip through a caitian's bowels. "I'm in no danger at all."

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