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Felix

By Strega

It didn't particularly surprise Felix to see the silkie being sucked into his mistress' ass. While she had not had that particular ability before, a simple visit to the medibay would change that if she were so inclined. Evidently she had been so inclined.

It was not unhead-of for a mwee to release someone so ingested; he himself had been rebirthed from mwee wombs any number of times and more than once he'd been ejaculated from the cock of one or another of his mistress' lovers, along with several quarts of lubricating beartaur spooge.

But if the mwee involved were hungry sorts, as his mistress and her usual lovers were, ninety-nine times out of a hundred such playthings ended up as food. In the case of the aforementioned ejaculations he was usually spurted out into some gullet or other and immediately swallowed. Being expelled into a mwee womb or rectum was little safer. If you went into a hungry mwee's orifice, any orifice, chances were that digestion loomed close in your future.

There was some variety as to where that digestion would happen, though. The most common conceit was simply to make internal plumbing changes so that someone sucked into, say, the great clam of a female mwee's sex could, at her discretion, end up in her belly. Other female mwee decided they weren't interested in cubs just yet, and their wombs became veritable second stomachs, with the fur and other indigestibles of their meals expelled from their pussies as neatly compacted hairballs.

The roomy lower digestive tract was also a frequent subject of medical modification, for if it could push what used to be an entire person through in one direction, why not make it pull them in the other? Naturally the lower tract must be empty for that to work, but if a mwee with a hungry anus happened by you could be sure the route to the stomach was open.

A male mwee's elephantine and flexible penis could become an all-consuming worm with surprisingly few tweaks. Being sucked into it might lead past a one-way valve into the stomach, or less commonly into a scrotum converted into an expandable gut. This was a more elaborate change, for obviously the ability of their gonads to produce semen must be preserved, but the medical technology was well up to the task.

Rarest of all was a variant on the scrotum-stomach in which the meal was converted into gallons and gallons of mwee cum. This inevitably led to a spectacularly messy ejaculation the next time the mwee came. With any luck another mwee was there to swallow or otherwise accept the goo, otherwise he and the other servants had to break out the mops and buckets. Of course they had to do that anyway, a male mwee's prostate being roughly the size of a bowling ball with testes to scale, but an entire body's worth of cum was a whole new level of mess.

The silkie's padded feet were devoured by the pulsing asshole, then its long, playfully twitching tail vanished inch by inch. With a last slurp it was gone, and his mistress stretched and grinned as her belly sagged. The pink star of her anus resumed its normal shape, and no sign was left of the silkie-servant being drawn in reverse up through her guts to her stomach save that slight belly-bulge. A silkie was not a large meal for a healthy, one-tonne mwee.

Sure enough his mistress looked him up and down, the pink flush of her cup-shaped ears showing her arousal, and Felix smiled back. She would not force him, but his squirrel-tail would tickle her gullet or pussy or rectum as pleasantly as the silkie's. A fondness for fluffy-tailed prey was why all her servants sported just such tails. Of course he would die, just as he had a hundred times before, but a dozen copies of him waited in the tanks for the last byte of transmitted memories. A new Felix would be decanted, identical in every detail and even constructed of most of the same molecules as previous iterations, given the efficient nature of the ship's recycling system. No doubt the new Felix would be destined for the same sticky digestive fate he was.

He wouldn't have it any other way. Felix set the tray and wine down on the deck and stepped up to his mistress and lover, smiling broadly and penis quite erect. There was just one question to ask.

"Which hole shall it be, my mistress?"