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Mohave Spaceport is the place to go if you live in the Western hemisphere and want to go alien watching. In Europe you'd go to Aviano, where an old U.S. air base was now a burgeoning spaceport. Farther south there was the one outside Perth in Australia, and there was the one in Mongolia and the one being built in South Africa.

Over here, you went to Mohave and got a tour. If on that tour you stopped at a certain diner on Embassy Row, you might meet Rose.

Rose was a mrish, a furry, man-sized creature often jokingly referred to as a "carnivorous space squirrel" by humans. Her hindpaws were four-toed, softly padded and equipped with sharp retractile claws, while her forepaws were five-toed, one of which was opposable. On them the claws could retract only slightly. At the back end end she sported a prehensile tail twice as long as her body, which flirted around in seeming defiance of physics and gravity.

The majority of mrish are natural quadrupeds, but the fact that the dominant sapient life form on Earth is bipedal created a demand for creatures more similar in gait to humans. A pay bonus was offered for workers of that sort, and as it happened the mrish could provide. Back during their sub-light exploration days mrish genetically modified themselves to colonize various worlds.

Among the resulting subspecies was Rose's. Rose was an Ulfermrish, a mrish-of-Ulfer. Bipedal and proportioned more like a human, but unlikely to be mistaken for one due to her fur, muzzle and eight-foot prehensile tail, she wore a smock to conform to local sensibilities. Under that was a harness carrying various pouches and tools, but no undergarments, for what need has a fully furred creature for those?

The other two servers at the sidewalk cafe were root-stock mrish who padded around on all fours and stood up only when they needed to use their forepaws as hands.. At times they picked things up with their prehensile tails too, though theirs were shorter than microgravity-optimized Rose's, carried them in their mouths or stowed them in pouches or packs clipped to their harnesses. They even carried platters of food balanced on their backs as they padded along, though like their seemingly weightless tails there was a touch of miniaturized gravity-generator cheating going on there.

Most humans were happy to be served by any of them, but Rose was there when a customer arrived who didn't approve of being served by the quadrupeds.

'Rose' was not her actual name, the purring syllables being tricky for most humans. A human boyfriend nicknamed her that due to her pale pink fur that darkened as one moved down her body.

Though only recently arrived on Earth, Rose worked right on Embassy Row and was a well educated alien herself. She knew a hundred species on sight. She didn't know this one, though, so she stopped and stared when she saw Manak.

Padding by the diner was what appeared to be an enormous Earth skunk, down to the five-clawed plantigrade paws, black and white fur and great plume of furry tail. Attached where a skunk's neck would be was a furry skunk-man torso and muzzled head just as massive. The skunk was eight feet tall to the top of his head and must weigh at least a ton. Like most furry aliens the skunk wore just a harness with various pouches and tools clipped on.

The skunk was as big as a mwee but so different Rose didn't grasp that he might be one. Not until his tail swayed and she caught a glimpse of what was beneath it. Then she suspected, and she was right.

She was flirting ineffectually with a falan when it happened. The butter-yellow, six legged space weasel she'd just served a platter of blood-raw meat followed her gaze and nodded.

"That's Manak," the falan hissed. The sharp serrated teeth in his mouth gave him a pronounced lisp. "He's a mwee body mod salesman, which is why he looks like an Earth skunk. He is a walking advertisement."

"He's a mwee? Those are some major mods." In most cases you couldn't tell someone's mods without asking. You could probably assume they had common ones like longevity, improved healing, that sort of thing, but most didn't show.

"Mostly he sells minor ones," the falan hissed. "But he also sells extreme ones. The one he advertises with his body is the body swap. He can move an intelligence into a whole different form. A human could become a mrish, for example, or be turned into a raccoon-person. Whatever they like."

Rose nodded. During the long war with the Enemy the mwee traders had managed to stay neutral, pouring their resources into advancements in medical technology instead of warships. As a result, even to this day they had the best medical tech in known space. "What happens to the old body?"

One of the skunktaur's cup-shaped ears had swiveled toward them when Freyla spoke his name. Manak padded over, his claws clicking on the sidewalk.

"There are different ways to go about that," the big skunk purred. He settled down on his belly, still taller than Rose but not towering over her like the ton-and-a-half of skunktaur he was. "Some want their bodies changed bit by bit so they end up with all the same particles, just moved around. 'Ship of Theseus,' the humans call it. The simpler and cheaper way is for me to just eat someone. I beam them back into existence as whatever they want to be."

"Eat them?"

Next to Rose, the falan looked up bloody-muzzled and shrugged a feral shrug. "He has implanted scanners. Mwee are big enough for the scanners to be far enough apart for a proper scan. He even has an implanted projector for beaming people back into existence after they are scanned. That's rare, even among mwee."

"That's right," Manak purred. "I've had quite a few human customers lately who want to he turned into anthropomorphic animals. Most don't want to come all the way way here to visit my shop. So I travel around and change people as I go."

"I heard about the 'New person is the old person' law," Rose mused.

"Humans are a tribal people," Manak purred. "They're just getting used to having aliens around. Some of them thought that if their brother or neighbor changed to a different body they were now a different person. There were fights, lawsuits, racism, abuse by police. The Commonwealth requested a change to the Treaty of Tycho to cover it and that applies to most of the Earth now."

The skunktaur's wristband chirped and he stood. "I have a customer to attend to. Talk to you later." He bowed his head in a brief curtsey and turned away.

Skunk or not, from behind you could see his endowment was still mwee. A ponderous scrotum with testes each the size of a bowling ball sat at the base of a sheath as thick as a man's thigh. The fluffy skunktail swayed just enough for Sheila to see a pink pucker as wide as her face. Manak ate people, and mwee in general ate a lot. That mass had to come back out somewhere.

"Mwee are eccentric," Rose said.

"No more so than many," hissed the space weasel, whose people thought the sex-loving mrish just as odd. Having bolted down ten kilos of meat the falan rose to leave. He waved a forepaw over the table and Rose's pad chirped as payment was processed.

"Wait," Rose said, and seven hundred pounds of six-legged weasel paused. "He's allowed to eat people?"

"It is necessary for his business," hissed the weasel. "And only for full body swaps. A law abiding predator is not a threat." He gave her a sharp-fanged smile and padded away. He was, after all, an alien predator the size of a Siberian tiger. She would fit in the falan's stomach if he so chose, though she'd get there in chunks.

Rose had been working on Freyla for weeks and still very much wanted to share his sleeping basket. Falan were hard targets, with short mating seasons and little interest in interspecies sex, but she knew that they did sometimes give in to their urges. For the moment she turned her attention elsewhere. The next day she waved at Manak as he padded by.

"Tell me more about your business, and I'll serve you lunch," she said. And so he did, but the conversation drifted rapidly.

"Why a skunk," she said, having read up on the little creatures. "Aren't they smelly?"

"They look interesting," Manak purred. He pushed the last scraps of food around his plate with a claw. "I started out a mwee, obviously, and I've modded myself into a tigertaur, a wolftaur and now this. The tiger was very popular. Beautiful animals, those."

Rose nodded. "I have a hestan lover who changed his fur color to tiger-pattern." Mods to change fur color and its insulation properties were among the most common. A while back her nickname was Cinnamon, and before that, Buttercup. "He is very handsome. I still see him from time to time."

"The tiger's short fur and thin tail meant certain things stood out," he smiled, and flicked his great brush of a skunktail. "Some humans found that off-putting. The wolf was better, and now I'm a skunk. If I keep my tail low hardly any puritanical humans are horrified when I walk by. "

"I watched a human movie with a skunk," Rose said. "It was for children, but afterwards I looked them up. Can you spray?"

"Oh yes," Manak purred. "Skunks have two natural nozzles back there and so do I. Mine are merely much larger. About so big each," and he held up a finger which was about as thick as a human's wrist.

Rose wrinkled her nose. "I hesitate to think how much spray there'd be, and how bad it would smell."

"It doesn't have to stink," Manak purred. "Body mods. I have several different sprays. Some are for self defense, some for other things. I can show you if you like."

Rose considered that there were some things she'd very much like the skunk to show her, and those things were best not done around easily offended humans. "My shift ends at nine PM," she said.

Five minutes to nine that evening he was there, waiting patiently as the diner shut down for the night. Manak was wearing a quilted blanket on his back and gestured for her to climb up. He was bigger and heavier than the horses Rose rode at the rodeo but she scrambled up easily. The drawback to riding a skunktaur was immediately evident. Directly ahead her view was blocked by his humanoid torso, directly behind by the great brush of black and white tail.

"Worry not," Manak purred. "You can slide off for a better look if anything interesting happens."

Something interesting soon did. He carried her into the back streets of Mohave, away from the clean and climate controlled embassy sector. Even with the vast increase in the standard of living brought by the Commonwealth, and even with the considerable improvement in medical technology, not everyone was happy with the presence of aliens. As they made their way through a garbage strewn alley, the skunktaur stepping carefully among the trash, a voice rang out.

"Fucking furballs," slurred a voice, and before Rose knew what was happening a bottle was flying at her head.

Her tail twitched around with the impossible speed that a string of tiny anti-gravity generators built into its spine allowed, but she needn't have bothered. When the bottle didn't hit or fly past she swayed her tail aside the bottle was hanging in midair a meter away. Manak's much larger body meant he could carry larger gravity generators and the bigger and father apart gravity nodes are the more effective they are at creating an effect at a distance.

"Sir," Manak said politely. He pointed and the bottle dropped neatly into a trash can. "We're just passing by and want no trouble."

"Well you shouldn't be here," the man slurred. He grabbed a metal pipe from a pile of debris. "Go home!"

Rose watched in astonishment as the man ran towards them brandishing the pipe. Manak must weigh twenty times as much as the drunk. Even if he hadn't just demonstrated vastly superior technology, attacking something that big with a pipe was suicidal.

Her view was cut off as Manak turned his rump towards the man and flipped up his tail. There was a startled yawp, but no overwhelming stench, so she slid off the side to see what had happened.

Manak's tail was hoisted over his back and he'd sprayed the man. Two fleshy nozzles were just withdrawing into the pink pucker of his anus and from them had come a web of milky white filaments. These had shot out and stuck to the drunk.

The man's struggles barely stretched the filaments, which clung to him like a spiderweb. He stumbled and fell, and Rose realized that the strands were following the nozzles back into Manak's anus. Bit by bit the man was pulled closer and there was no sign of its stopping.

"Manak?"

"Stay clear," the skunktaur purred. "They only stick to living tissue, but if you touch them with your hands you may be sucked in too."

Rose took a horrified step back as the man's complaints were suddenly cut off. In the moment she'd looked at Manak the man had struggled back to his feet, but only because the strands were pulling him toward the waiting anus. He staggered upright only to fall against the skunktaur's scrotum and his cries were silenced as his face was pulled into Manak's asshole.

It was too late to do anything to help. The strands stuck mostly to the man's face and hands and as they were sucked in any chance of cutting them disappeared too. He was dragged up over the skuntaur's balls, his squirming and kicking causing Manak no obvious discomfort, and with a long wet slurp he disappeared to the waist in the skunk's asshole.

There was nothing to do but watch now. Manak let out a purr and flagged his tail upward once again. He humped twice, as though fucking a phantom she-mwee, and the sheath beneath his balls swelled. The slick black tip that emerged was as thick as her thigh and it wasn't even fully erect.

Manak groaned and flicked his tail and the man was swallowed up by his asshole clothes, shoes and all. With a last slurp his anus puckered shut and so massive was the skunktaur that not even a bulge showed where a man had just been swallowed whole. Somewhere in his bowels was a still living human but if there was a new droop to his belly Rose didn't see it. All that was left to show of his meal was the section of metal pipe on the ground by his rear end.

"See," Manak purred. "Self defense."

Rose didn't know what to think about that. "Are you allowed to just kill humans? There had to be a better way."

"No one has died," Manak purred. "Not permanently."

The skunktaur stretched his tail straight up as though it were an antenna, and perhaps it was. There was a flicker and the man was back, ten feet from Rose on the other side of the skunktaur.

"Fucking aliens," the man slurred, looking surprised to see them. By all rights he should be running in terror so Rose guessed he didn't remember his voyage into Manak's asshole. Somewhere in there he was presumably being digested, but this new one was as good - or bad - as the original.

"Fucking freaks!" He said as he lunged at Rose. You don't go to Earth as an alien without self defense training and she met him with a kick that sent him staggering back right into Manak's enormous hands. He had turned end for end and plucked the drunk off the alley floor.

"See now," the skunktaur purred. In a remarkable display of flexibility he settled down on his feral belly and then rolled over, bending his humanoid torso smoothly so that he continued to hold the man up off the ground even as four pink-padded skunk paws went up in the air.

Somehow the garbage in the alley moved out of the way as he did it and he ended up belly-up on more or less clean pavement. It had to be more gravity manipulation but Rose didn't have time to ponder that. The rest of the skunktaur's huge penis slid into view and he lowered the man toward his groin.

Rose's new interest in mwee led her to peruse certain parts of the record archive, and what happened next didn't surprise her. At first. She knew that a mwee's thigh-thick penis could split into four tendrils at the end. Seeing it blossom did not surprise her. What did surprise her was the same thing that cut off the man's protest for the second time in five minutes. Manak's cock reared up and with a wet squelch the man's head was swallowed up among the tendrils.

Rose watched wide-eyed as the tendrils reached out, each thicker than her ankle, and took their grip on the man's upper body. When they pulled back a bulge formed in Manak's already elephantine cock. The tendrils repeated their trick and the swelling proceeded down the shaft. Just as his asshole had earlier, Manak's cock was eating the man whole.

"You'll reform him again, right?" Manak just groaned, strings of glutenous precum leaking out around the man as he was swallowed. With another pulsation of the swollen cock the drunk was gone to the ankles and that didn't leave room in the four-foot-long shaft for the man's head. A bulge appeared briefly in the skunktaur's scrotum, then swelled. With a wet slurp the man's shoes were sucked into the carnivorous cock and the bulge of man moved beneath black cockflesh. There was nowhere to go but into the skunk's balls and when the cock finally began to resume its usual thickness and withdraw into the sheath the skunktaur's scrotum was swollen to the size of a hassock.

The firm and lumpy shape of a still moving man moved feebly beneath the fur of Manak's swollen scrotum, but only briefly. There was a momentary, desperate squirming beneath the fur and then the shape of the swallowed man began to soften.

Watching a living man melt down into what Rose could only assume was cum was just the latest horrible thing she'd seen tonight. She consoled herself that Manak would reform the drunk again. That was small consolation as the skunktaur let out a relieved sigh and relaxed, his scrotum still swollen but soft and sloshing now.

"Now, now," Manak purred. "He'll be fine. He's refused all the aid we and the humans together can give him. He chooses to live in this alley and drink himself to death. Every so often I or another mwee stop by and give him a little treatment. Otherwise he'd be long since dead."

"A treatment involving eating him."

"That's right," Manak purred. "He's been through twenty or more digestive tracts. We tweak his memory a little so he doesn't remember. It wouldn't be fair to alter his memories or habits, other than to make him forget. The hope is he'll eventually accept real help."

"Now what?". Mira put her footpaw on Manak's scrotum and pushed. What used to be a man sloshed and Manak purred.

"I thought I'd offer you a body mod," the skunktaur purred.

"Not one that involves you eating me," Rose said.

"Of course not. It's just a minor one. We mwee have offered it to so many people we have it down to pill form." He reached into a pouch and pulled out a pill. A very large pill, about the size of a golf ball, but a pill.

He examined it before handing it over. "There we go. Mrish. Wouldn't want to mix it up and give you the wrong species. It would just do nothing then. Waste of good nanites."

Rose took it cautiously from his fingers. "And what will this cost?"

"Nothing," Manak purred. "If you like the mod and use it, you'll recommend it to others. Practically every mwee follower has it, and a lot of others too."

Rose considered the pill in the palm of her hand for a moment, then shrugged and popped it into her mouth. A human would struggle to swallow it but ancestral mrish were quite carnivorous. It was no bigger than a mouse and she could swallow one of those easily.

The pill broke down even as she swallowed and she felt a tingle in her mouth, throat, and then lower down as the nanites worked on her. Body mod tech was advanced even outside the mwee and she had several already. If it was something she didn't want, she would just have it reversed.

"All right," Rose said a little while later. "It feels like its about done with whatever it's doing. What happens now?"

"You were interested in me for a reason," Manak purred. "And it wasn't because I am odd looking. You're a mrish, you were curious."

Still lying on his back, he reached down with one feral forepaw and rubbed his swollen scrotum. With an imposing slither his huge cock once more slid out of its sheath. Four-plus feet long and thicker than her thigh, it probably weighed almost as much as she did.

"That will not fit in any part of my body," Rose said. "And it ate the last person who got near it." Just the same she reached out with her long tail and rubbed Manak's balls. He purred and the sheath withdrew the last few inches, leaving the whole massive cock steaming on his belly fur.

"You are not a human," Manak purred. "You could have a tracking device on you, a body mod that relays your status, or a dozen other things. I would be a fool to eat you against your will. And I think you'll find it will fit now, at least in one place."

Mrish have a well deserved reputation for being 'easy' and Rose was living proof that the reputation is well deserved. Many centuries ago they decided to substitute athletic competitions and sex for war, and though they will still fight when needed, they'd rather fuck. Manak said she was curious and he was right. Rose's tail slid beneath the base of his massive cock, wrapping two coils around it to squeeze and knead, and her padded hands stroked from there on up.

A mwee cock has no internal bone and is muscular and prehensile. As she rubbed the rubbery outer skin it twitched, swelling still thicker, and the tip rose toward her like a great black serpent. The four tendrils that surrounded its urethra, in this case also a predatory maw, stayed pressed together. Instead it was Rose's mouth that opened.

She'd suspected from the locations of the tingles that she knew what the body mod pill did to her. She found out she was right. Rose's jaws stretched wide, the mwee's great fleshy tip slid in and she swallowed two feet of thigh-thick cock with one gulp.

"This is how it starts," Manak purred. Kneaded by tail, hands and now gullet, he thrust his cock into Rose's maw. His purr descended into a basso profundo rumble as the little mrish serviced a cock almost as big as she was. "This is why so many mwee followers turn predatory. They get this mod, and their next thought is 'That cock I just swallowed is as big as the person next to me.' Then comes the yawn, and the gulp."

Rose barely heard him. She'd crawled up onto his belly and lay sprawled there, muzzle almost to his great swollen sack and with most of a four-plus foot long cock swallowed. Her belly bulged as the flexible tip bent up against the shaft inside her stomach and when one of Manak's huge hands wrapped around her rump she thrust her sex eagerly against the pad of has thumb. With his four feral paws pressed against the pavement Manak braced himself and matched her thrust for thrust. Both below, her strong prehensile tail rubbed his balls.

Rose should have expected what happened then, but she didn't. She'd read about the expected volume of mwee ejaculate and though it was substantial, on the order of a full liter of cum, it was nothing like what she actually got. Manak's purr turned into a growl, his tail twitched, and Rose's eyes went wide as the massive cock pulsated in her throat. She expected a liter of cum, easily swallowed and digested even by a human-sized mrish. What she got was a great gush of it, a wrist-thick rope of hot thick goo that bulged her belly with twenty liters of cum.

And that wasn't the end of it. Shuddering and growling, Manak thrust into her mouth and Rose's belly swelled as another great gush of cum erupted from his cock. Her eyes focused on the swollen scrotum at the base of his cock and saw it shrink with each gush. She knew what was happening now. And entire man's worth of cum was in there, plus whatever the skunktaur already had saved up, and it all wanted out.

When Manak finally stopped shuddering Rose was swollen in the middle as though she'd just swallowed an entire human. Which she had. Rose shuddered through her own orgasm, grinding against Manak's thumb and nearly ended up with him knuckle deep in her sex, and only then began to disgorge his cock. The thick black shaft slid from her maw, clean save for a coating of saliva that had slicked it down for easy swallowing. Only the least drool of cum dripped from the tendrils at the tip. The rest was in Rose's swollen, sloshing belly, twenty gallons of man in liquid form.

Used-to-be-man found her stomach even less hospitable than Manak's balls. Rose's guts gurgled as the man began to be digested for the second time tonight. The mrish let out a long belch and peered accusingly at the skunktaur.

"You knew that would happen," she said, and managed to sit up with her sloshing belly draped over her knees.

"Worry not," the skunktaur purred. "Most of the calories were absorbed by my balls when he was melted down. There were probably only twenty thousand or so of him left to feed you. And it's all liquid. Easy to digest. You'll be back to your normal shape by morning, though you'll have to visit the bathroom quite a lot tonight."

"Twenty thousand calories is as much as I eat in a week," Rose said crossly.

"Not any more," Manak purred. "Now you could swallow a human whole if you wanted. Or a fellow mrish. Or a mwee cock," he grinned.

"Next time I swallow one of those I don't want to end up with an aquarium worth of cum in my belly," Rose said.

"Easily managed," Manak purred. "Don't suck off a mwee who just filled up like I did." He rolled his feral half over and stood. Rose watched the garbage creep back to its previous untidy clutter beneath his belly. He must have a minor A.I. somewhere in his harness handling fine details like that.

The purpose of the saddle blanket was revealed. It was not even stained from the pavement and garbage dropped off it as though it were frictionless. But it supported her well enough when the skunktaur swiveled his huge torso around and helped her up onto his back with his great padded hands. Rose belched again as her guts sloshed, deforming softly over the curve of Manak's back.

"Your first human," the skunktaur purred.

"I've fucked several," she said. "And swallowed their cum. Just not a whole person worth of it before."

Manak flicked his tail and there was a shout behind them. "Fucking aliens!" The skunktaur just smiled and didn't even bother to stop the thrown bottle. It smashed against a wall as he padded out of the alley.

"He doesn't remember," Rose said to her mount.

"He does not," Manak purred. I got two good meals out of it, and you got a diet human, but he doesn't remember. One of these days, hopefully he'll get help and I'll have to find another evening snack."

"Probably just as well he doesn't," Rose said. "Who would want to remember being sucked into an asshole, or eaten by a cock?"

"Now you're being silly," the skunktaur purred. And he was right. Rose knew a lot of people with very strange interests. She had no interest in exploring Manak's bowels but some of her friends would.

"You showed me this so I would tell my friends," she accused. "So your hungry asshole would have more meals."

"I do like eating people," the skunktaur purred. "You need to decide if you'd like it too. You know what will happen when you tell your friends you could swallow them whole."

"Someone will stick their head in my mouth," Rose said.

"Let's talk about reformation," Manak purred. "I carry my own reforming gear, but you're too small and don't have my resources.. We don't want your friends to have to be reconstituted from long term backups when you tell the clinic 'Oops, burp, I ate someone'."

"I could have it reversed," Rose said.

"Do you want to?"

Rose thought about swallowing down a skunk cock the size of a small human woman. That had been fun, other than the twenty gallons of cum part, and Manak wasn't the only mwee around who'd be happy to have that done. Adding another arrow to her sexual quiver wasn't a bad thing.

Then she thought what it'd be like to be face to face with someone, tangled up in sex, and yawn over their face. "My, you can open your mouth wide," they'd say, and then find out how much wider she could open it.

"No," Rose said, and smiled. After all, she should at least try it before deciding, right?