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At the spaceport 3

By Strega

To say that Randy liked aliens was a bit of an understatement. He'd been in high school when the Commonwealth survey ship made first contact, and no sooner did he see some of the aliens on TV - the ship was crewed by the big six legged space weasel Falan and "carnivorous squirrel people" Mrish - than he lost all interest in human sex. This led to an acrimonious breakup with his then girlfriend but she was replaced with posters, videos, alien action figures...it only took looking at real aliens or images of them to get him excited.

By the time he graduated a spaceport was being built at Mohave and he scrounged up enough money from part time jobs and family to go there. Luckily some friends moved there about the same time and there was so much construction (and the need to feed construction workers) that it proved easy to get jobs. And, labor being scarce in the suddenly fast growing desert community, pay was better than expected. Soon Randy could afford his own apartment and after changing jobs a couple of times to get closer to the embassy district he landed a gig as a short order cook right off Embassy Row.

Aliens occasionally ate at the diner but even when they didn't he could sit at one of the restaurant's sidewalk tables after his shift and see them every day. There were a dozen commonly seen species of them, some resembling Earth creatures to some extent like the 'squirrels', 'weasels' and Trisstan snake men, to the more alien ones like the twelve-legged Xsir 'crabs' and even some that needed environment suits.

His favorite was the Mwee beartaurs, who unlike most of the others had obvious genders. Sure, the big space weasels and the 'squirrels' supposedly had male and female sexes but you'd never know it look at them. Mwee on the other hand had females sporting great furry boobs on their humanoid halves and males with ponderous bowling-ball sized testicles hanging out for all to see. That was all it took, in private, for Randy to let has fantasies carry him to a satisfying, if solitary, sex life.

What he did not know was that the beartaurs liked him, too. He didn't remember any of it, but he'd 'visited' with them sixteen times now. Sixteen times he'd been intimate with an alien. And sixteen times it had ended with him being digested.

Tonight would be the seventeenth.

It was just at the end of his shift that Dolores, the day manager, put down the phone and called to him. "Randy, the mwee embassy just called and they want," she rattled off an order that would feed five hungry men or maybe one of the skinnier beartaurs, "And they want you to deliver it. I know you're off in a few minutes but..."

"No problem, Dor," Randy said, because he had no problem whatsoever delivering to alien embassies even if it meant working late. The tips were good and he'd do it for free just to see them up close. In fact it wasn't just the mwee who liked him coming by now. He was becoming the go-to delivery guy for the whole alien embassy row. Somehow the little diner had developed a reputation with various furry, scaly, and smooth-skinned or carapaced offworlders as the place for local flavor. It'd even gotten him a raise.

So fifteen minutes later, the food cooked and placed in a pair of insulated carry bags, he went out the door whistling. There was a brisk spring breeze carrying the smell of desert rain coming in off the sagebrush and Randy was doing his favorite thing in the world, off to ogle the alien beartaurs and save up some memories for his evening private time.

Five minutes later he arrived at the embassy. Like all such places it was fortified, for not everyone liked the idea of aliens showing up no matter how helpful they were, but the cinnamon-colored mwee male running security waved him through the airlock-style door with only a cursory scan.

"Order one is for me," growled the bear.

"Sure thing, Fhaz," Randy said, and dug out the separately bagged double portion of fried okra, dirty rice and beans plus catfish. It was just a snack for a fifteen-hundred-pound beartaur but the bears liked regional flavors and this one had latched onto Cajun food.

Randy surreptitiously ogled the bear's thigh-thick sheath as he handed the bag over, imagining what it would be like to smell and rub it. He did not remember that he'd just done just that on more than one occasion and Fhaz, who was perfectly aware of Randy's interest, just hid a smile and took the bag.

The next stop was the entry desk, and that meant Jadia. Jadia was a long-tailed furry biped with a slinky, sleekly muscled torso longer than a man's and a whiskered face somewhere between ferret and cat. Her small breasts hid under her fur but she was definitely female. Randy had caught glimpses of her sex, well hidden though it was beneath her soft fur, for like many aliens she didn't bother with clothing, just a harness to carry whatever tools she might need. He'd only recently learned that she was of a race called Silkies, originally bio-engineered for zero-gee work, which explained her eight-foot-long prehensile tail.

"Good morning Randy," she said cheerfully. "The others are busy so I'll just put this in stasis.". One by one she took the prebagged orders and put them in separate locker-type wall units, which as he understood it actually stopped or slowed time so the food retained heat and freshness. The higher-tech equivalent of a refrigerator, he supposed.

She set aside a covered dish of mixed vegetables for herself, gave it a look and then put in a stasis locker. "Actually, I can wait to eat. I need your time for a bit."

Randy watched as she took out a white plastic-looking bracelet. "Wrist please," she said, and snapped the thing around his when he offered it. She touched a control on a holographic screen and smiled a whiskery smile.

"Randy, this bracelet is a security monitor, which I'm issuing you since you're here almost every day now. You can take it off if you like and if anyone threatens you for it go ahead and give it to them. We can track it wherever you go and also see things that are happening around you and will send help if you are threatened. You don't need to wear it at home or when not working but if you don't have it we can't let you into the embassy any more. It's smart tech and if you mislay it just say "Bracelet!" and it'll chirp at you, or you can call us and we'll tell you where it is."

"Oh," Randy said, and studied the seemingly plain plastic. It looked like one of those "awareness" (of cancer or whatnot) colored bands. You'd never know there was any technology in there.

Jadia touched two more controls and nodded. "If you have a minute, I need to calibrate it by having you move around a bit."

She led him away from the desk and into the side hallway, which had several identically spaced doors. He used the opportunity to watch the sway of her hips and catch glimpses of what lay beneath her tail. Jadia was the most humanoid alien he'd yet met, and might have passed for a tall, athletic woman with a prosthetic tail built into a sleek furry costume. As far as he knew she was the only member of her species on Earth and lived in the embassy. Even web sites devoted to possible xenosex partners had nothing on her.

Much as he liked the beartaurs Randy would admit that she had figured prominently in a few of his private time fantasies. As luck would have it, he was about to become the best-educated man on earth with regard to human-on-Silkie sex.

A hallway door whooshed open and he recognized the waiting room he'd briefly visited recently when Captain Rorsha had him over for a job interview. That sexy polar-bear-like Mwee had to leave before giving that interview but it had led to Randy becoming the chief deliveryman of food to the embassy.

There was little in the room but an assortment of chairs and hassocks, some so large they could serve as beds even for massive mwee beartaurs. A holographic 'window' showed a view from somewhere high on a city building, a Westerly view of the Tehachapi mountains and the windmill farms now being replaced by receptors for beamed power from the Lagrangian solar power arrays. There was a door he hasn't noticed before that judging by its symbol presumably led to a bathroom, though what a mwee toilet looked like he couldn't imagine.

Jadia nodded as she eyed a little monitor unit in her hand and then looked up with a fanged smile. "Good," she purred, and with a sudden shove of her deceptively strong furry hand she sent Randy onto his back on a bed-sized hassock. Before he could recover from his surprise she had straddled him, pinning his hips to the bed, and her long tail curled around to tickle his ear.

"What are you doing?" He was mortified to realize that the erection he carried almost continually when around aliens pressed against her thigh through his shorts. The sleek furry alien woman atop him wasn't helping it go down at all. Maybe she didn't know human anatomy, though. Maybe she'd think it was his wallet or something.

That was a faint hope and was quickly dashed. "You've been coming here for a while now, Randy," she purred. "Did you think I wouldn't smell how horny we make you?"

"Uh," Randy muttered. His fantasies sometimes went remarkably like this, actually, and his penis was as stiff as an iron bar now. "Well, yeah, but."

"But what, Randy?" Her clawed hands drew his own up her sides until he cupped the small, firm breasts beneath her yellow-gold fur. Further south her tail slithered around like a snake, and as she rose up on her knees for a moment furry fingers appeared out of the tip-fur and pulled down his shorts. His cock sprang instantly to attention and Randy groaned as she settled back down, the warm slick folds of her sex sliding over him to the balls.

"Mwee are too big to have sex with, you know," she purred, and her sex gripped down as she began to bounce on his lap. "Toys and tongues only go so far, and sometimes I miss having sex the proper way."

'This is really happening,' Randy thought, and that was his last coherent thought for several minutes as a strong and skillful alien woman rode his cock. His fantasies had finally come true and her sex was tight and wet around his shaft. For the first time - as far as he remembered - he had sex with an alien and she growled and purred, raking his chest gently with her claws and leaned down to give his ear a sharp-fanged nip.

Years of fantasies ran through Randy's head as the furry alien woman moved lithely atop him and though he was hardly deprived - his hand and picures of aliens were always there when the itch occurred - the fact that it was really happening made his lust build and build. All too soon he groaned. There was no holding back the orgasm and he bucked on the bed as he came deep inside her, not the first man to fuck an alien but a first for him. As far as he remembered anyway.

"There you go, dear," she purred as he came. One clawed hand came down to make an adjustment on his monitor bracelet. "You just let it all out. I have plenty of time."

As he sagged against the bed, spent, he felt the tickle of her tail as it slithered across his chest. Bit by bit it forced itself beneath him and wrapped him up like a snake, enclosing him from wrists to shoulders in its coils. As it snuggled warmly around him he marveled at its strength, like a big furry python's.

"You know, we aliens like our body modifications," Jadia purred. "Sometimes just things like better insulated fur, or being able to change its color, or a better immune system. Little things. But sometimes they are more dramatic." She leaned down to give his nose a lick.

"Me, I had some done that are dramatic. I like mwee, like you do, so I had myself changed so I can play with them. I can swallow a mwee's cock all the way to the balls. And a mwee's cock is as big as a whole man, you know."

"Um," Randy muttered, curiosity and the relaxation that followed sex rapidly fleeing as she yawned a jaw-cracking yawn. Her maw just kept opening, and opening, until he stared past her fangs into an expanding tunnel of wet gullet that suddenly came down atop him. "Now hold on-"

But it was too late for protests. Her fangs scraped beneath his chin and over the top of his skull, momentarily gripping his whole head in her jaws, and then with a push of her tongue and a great contraction of her throat muscles she swallowed him to the shoulders. Slick throat slipped by on all sides, riding smoothly over his face and neck, and her salivating gullet wet him down for easy ingestion as she worked her jaws over his shoulders.

Randy kicked and squirmed, but her powerful tail squeezed him into submission, trapping his arms to his sides and only sliding downward enough to make room for her advancing muzzle as she swallowed him whole. She was still atop him and impaled and eventually his struggles sent her over onto her side but that didn't slow her one bit. She simply tugged him closer with her tail, fended off his kicks with her knees and slowly, methodically worked her jaws over his torso. His shirt kept her fangs from scraping him too badly but they didn't stop her jaws slipping forward an inch at a time. He was being eaten alive.

With a creak and a pop his face slipped through her bulging neck and into the tightness of her ribcage, his shoulders following after. She was no bigger than he was but another pulsation of her throat muscles squeezed his face past a muscular obstruction and into a looser space that could only be her stomach. The stink of acid filled his nostrils and he struggled with new intensity but her tail still held him and she was stronger than he was. Stronger and hungrier. When her unhinged jaws slipped down over his hips and her tongue began to play with his balls he knew she had him. His first sexual encounter with an alien was going to end in a belch.

'Will anyone know what happened to me,' Randy wondered. 'They are aliens, they will cover it up somehow,' was the likely answer. 'No one will ever find out that my life ended in a long-tailed alien's stomach.'

Helpless to save himself but still aroused by the tongue caressing his balls Randy felt a new stiffness coming on. As her jaws began to work their way over his rump, her hands pushing his shorts down as they went, his body decided that sex was sex even if you're being swallowed whole. His cock went hard again and Randy dug his knees into the hassock and thrust, sending it down her throat. It was going there anyway, he might as well enjoy it.

It made things easier for her, and she met his thrusts with wide-open jaws, allowing him to shove his hips and ass and thighs into her gullet. But it did feel good, and soon enough he spasmed again, spurting a second load of his semen into her at the opposite end this time. As the shivering orgasm passed Randy went limp, swallowed to the knees and completely helpless to stop her from finishing him off. With hot wet stomach pressing in from all sides and her tail wrapped around his ankles all she had to do was ease her jaws forward, in no particular hurry, and use her hands to shove his feet into her jaws. As an afterthought she rolled his socks down and popped his sneakers off to join the shorts she'd already pulled over them.

He felt her tense, felt her jaws clamp down around his toes, and then a last powerful gulp sent them slithering down her throat. Bit by bit her jaws popped back into shape and her neck resumed its usual thickness while her body swelled to accommodate him. When the long slide finished she lay on her side, midsection unnaturally distended and a pink tonguetip making a circuit of her chops as she enjoyed the taste of her meal. There was a faint struggle still occurring beneath her pelt and she curled her tail around to help smother it. Swallowing an entire human was difficult enough without him making a fuss about it.

The good news was there was little pain as the silkie's digestive juices began to consume him. The bad news was that Randy knew exactly what was going to happen to him and had no hope of escape. He wasn't getting out of her the way he got in and his feeble struggles didn't seem to disturb her at all as she settled down sleepily to digest her meal.

'I liked you,' were his last thoughts, and her long belch was the last thing he heard as she vented the air swallowed with him to leave room for the rising pool of digestive juices.

Randy blinked awake, staring at the flat-panel alien lights on the ceiling before remembering what had just happened. He held up his right hand to confirm the presence of the white wristband and looked down, a bit embarrassed, to his his shorts indeed pulled down and his shrunken and still damp penis out for everyone to see. Luckily there was no one to see it but him and he pulled his shorts back up. That's when he found the little electronic notepad.

"Dear Randy," he read. "Your bracelet means you don't need an escort any more so I let you doze off under me and I have some work to do. See you soon - J."

Randy smiled. It had happened. It finally happened! His smile only got wider as he rolled off the bed, feeling energized by his first real encounter with an alien. It wasn't just a fantasy any more. He'd really fucked an alien! With a spring in his step he walked to the door, noting how it whooshed open for him now - presumably because of the bracelet, they never did that before. The other doors in the hall didn't open though, it must be a smart system that knew when to open and when not to.

Out in the lobby was the pink Mwee whose great purple clam of a sex he'd often admired. She was at the front desk eating one of the prepared meals from the diner. The view through the holographic 'window' in the room he'd slept in told him he'd only been asleep maybe half an hour, but he supposed the front desk shifts must have changed in the meantime.

"Good evening Anja," he said with a grin, and she took one look at him, sniffed, and smiled.

"Ah," she said. "Jadia."

Randy blushed. "Gotta go," he muttered, and ignored Fhaz the security guard's grin as he grabbed the warmer bags and went out the door.

"That went well," the guard said, and Anja nodded as she padded to one of the hallway doors that had not opened for Randy. It opened for her and she entered, finding a fat-bellied silkie dozing on one of the bed-sized hassocks. Anja waited politely as Jadia blinked herself awake.

"Have fun?" The beartaur femme said, and Jadia smiled, tracing a padded fingertip over the obvious bulges a curled-up man made in her belly fur. Randy hadn't been in there long enough for the shapes to soften. Powerful as her re-engineered digestive system was it would be at least a whole day before she could easily walk and two or maybe even three before she digested and passed the largest bones. It took as many body mods to allow a silkie to eat a man whole as it did to equip a mwee to suck one into his cock, pussy or asshole, but there were benefits to being employed by the beartaurs.

"He was very nice," Jadia purred. "Very eager, and very filling too. I do like humans, though I hardly ever get to eat them."

"Do you think he would be willing prey if he knew we reform him?"

"I think so," the silkie said. "He is very horny, and very much a xenophile. He pushed himself into my throat when I had him half swallowed and began to lick his balls. If it involves sex, like your hungry pussy, he's going to be up for it. Oral vore," she squeezed her belly, which sloshed audibly as the swallowed man shifted, “That may take him a little while to get used to.”

The trick of course that while the mwee and their employees thought of it all as harmless fun, humans in general wouldn't. If they did take Randy on he would probably have to work on a mwee trade ship or somewhere else isolated from humanity. They'd known that, of course.

"Take a day to digest your meal then," Adja growled. "Unless you want help."

"No thank you," Jadia purred. "This time I want to do it myself. I've never actually done the whole job on my own." Randy was not the first human to end up in her stomach - he was in fact the fifth - but on previous occasions she'd climbed into a convenient mwee orifice and been digested herself along with her prey. Flash-reformation after death did save you the trouble of working off a huge meal since the sensors set the predator to its default state, meaning not gorged, and the prey was likely already scheduled for reformation after dying in a stomach. The mwee got a double meal and you lost yours, but you didn't have to make one trip after another to the bathroom while carrying a belly as large as yourself.

"All right, dear. Enjoy your meal." Adja turned for the door, smiling as she caught a last glimpse of the receptionist curling up to sleep. Jadia's long tail snuggled around herself like a blanket and she settled down with a pleased purr, but you could still hear the gurgle as her belly went back to work on the seventeenth Randy to feed an embassy staffer or one of their friends.

At least this time Randy got to remember the sex, if not not what happened after. He would make a good employee, Adja thought. You didn't have to be prey or want sex to work for the Mwee, but it helped.