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It takes some pretty big balls to try to mug a mwee. "Hand it over," said the thin man. The gun in his hand twitched. And well it should. He was pointing it at an alien beartaur close to eight feet tall. Fifteen hundred or more pounds of furry-humanoid and feral-ursine torsos supposed a bearish head that probably weighed as much as the entire mugger. "Hand what over?" A brown-and-cream muzzled face popped up over the mwee's humanoid shoulder. The beartaur was so massive the silkie woman riding on his back escaped notice until now. "Everything," stammered the mugger. "Those bracelets for one.' He waggled the gun at the broad green bracers covered with buttons the mwee wore. That and a gray harness with a few assorted insignia were all the alien wore. "Calm down, sir," said the beartaur, its voice so low you felt the rumble in your chest. "The bracers are used to track my location, among other things. Right now someone at the embassy is watching us through them. Even if I gave the bracers to you, the tracker would lead the police right to you. It can't be turned off." "Your money then," said the mugger, and the silkie face up atop the bear smiled at him. "Don't carry any," she purred. "All through the bracelets again. Look, this isn't worth the trouble you'll get into. I can give you a card that will take you to a shelter. We can help you with -" "Shut up!" The gun trembled in his hand as he pointed it squarely at her face. "No," rumbled the mwee, and with uncanny speed for such a huge creature he reached out and wrapped one enormous hand around the mugger's gun hand and gun together. There was a click as the mugger pulled the trigger, but it didn't fire. "None of that," the bear said as his other hand wrapped around the man's head. The mwee junior ambassador's wrist was as thick as a man's thigh. He could break the mugger's neck with one quick twist but he did not. "Privacy," rumbled Hrafa. There was a crackle as holographic fields sprang into existence. Anyone walking past the alley now would see it empty. Nor would they hear what happened next. "Jadia," he said to the silkie. "I have a shift tomorrow morning," purred the silkie. She knew what was about to happen. "I have to greet the trisstan delegation. I can't digest a whole human by then." The mugger never had a chance to scream. Jadia hopped down off Hrafa's back and twisted loose the gun that protruded between the mwee's wrist-thick fingers. She slipped it into a pouch on the beartaur's harness after snicking free the magazine and ejecting the round that had not fired. This too went into the ambassador's pouch. As soon as the pistol was safe Hrafa sat back on his haunches. Many aliens are androgynous of appearance. It's hard to tell male and female mrish apart, for example. This is not the case with mwee. Females sport breasts that weigh as much as an adult human each and a sex like a great purple clam. Males carry a set of testicles like two bowling balls in a furry sack. And a sheath. The sheath swelling from under Hrafa's belly was thick as a big man's leg with a slit at the end a man's head would fit through. And then a man's head did. Hrafa turned the mugger carefully in his enormous hands, careful to not let him scream despite the privacy screens. The first and last thing the mugger saw as the great hand opened was that slit and with a squelch he was gone to the shoulders in the furry sleeping bag of beartaur sheath. As Hrafa got the man situated for easiest ingestion Jadia darted in to quickly search him. She pulled a wallet, knife, and plastic bag of probably-drugs from his pockets before Hrafa grunted and shoved. The sheath expanded bonelessly and the mugger's shoulders were gone. The sheath began to pulsate and move on its own. Like a devouring worm it extended itself, sliding up over the mugger. Pink flesh showed next to gray fur as its slit stretched wide, swallowing the man to the waist in one long slide. As it retracted back to its previous spot between Hrafa's haunches it pulled the mugger with it and Hrafa let go the struggling man. Half swallowed already he could only kick helplessly as once more the sheath-maw slid forward. "I envy mwee sometimes," Jadia purred as the man was swallowed to the knees by the predatory sheath. "The mods I would need to eat a man with my sex or tail are so extreme. You make it look easy." The squirming bulge was just a set of feet sticking out, then even those were gone as the boneless maw stretched forward once more. There was a brief pause. A long furry bulk extended from beneath Hrafa's belly, the shape of a whole man swallowed up by the sheath. Then Hrafa groaned and the sheath began to retract. Jadia stepped past his haunch and watched the shape of a man's head appear in the bear's scrotum. Mwee are big. A mwee with no body mods at all can swallow an average sized human whole. An entire human of modest build can crawl or be shoved into the great purple clam of a mwee-femme's pussy. It is quite easy for a human to shove an arm or leg into the asshole or sheath of a willing mwee. A particularly flexible male mwee might have a smallish human crawl entirely into his sheath, risking death by crushing as the mwee inevitably grew aroused by such play. What happened now was not a natural ability of mwee. This took significant body mods. Hrafa's already sizable scrotum swelled and grew lumpy as the mugger's shoulders slid into it. As the sheath retracted there was simply nowhere else for the man to go. The furry balls inside the scrotum made room for, or somehow stretched around the arriving prey and with a last long groan and shudder of the big beartaur his sheath returned to its usual shape and the curled-up shape of an entire struggling man was outlined in the distended fur of the beartaur's scrotum. Jadia stepped forward past the bear's haunch and smiled. Hrafa's sheath had returned to normal, if you count it normal to be stretched over a half-erect bear cock as thick as a man's leg. She made a motion as though to touch the fleshy black tip poking out, wide as her knee, but she held back. She knew why Hrafa had swallowed the man not with his cock but with his sheath. He could do both. He could eat a man-sized creature with his mouth, asshole, cock or sheath and Jadia could attest to this having been swallowed by and digested in each of his holes. Hrafa had many of the popular predatory body mods but he enjoyed eating people more with his cock than he did his sheath. Had he swallowed the mugger into his cock he almost certainly would have orgasmed by now. What's gray and comes in quarts? An elephant, or a gray furred male mwee like Hrafa. There would be a puddle of evidence that someone was there where the mugger disappeared. Instead there was nothing. Clothes and all he'd been swallowed into Hrafa's balls and already the lumpy bulge swelling the mwee's scrotum was softening. The muffled screams emerging from beneath the fur turned into gurgles, then ended entirely. It was a painless digestion, she knew, but if you didn't expect it, still horrible. Many male mwee preferred an internal connection to usher people swallowed by cock or sheath into their stomach. Hrafa had the less common type. The lumpy shape of a man turned gradually into a sloshing mass as the mugger was digested into cum. The next time Hrafa ejaculated it wouldn't be only a quart. While the junior ambassador got used to a hundred and fifty pounds of used-to-be-mugger swelling his balls and thought wholesome thoughts to keep from ejaculating all over the alley, Jadia checked for any remaining traces of their presence. The mugger was gone, digested, and she scoured the alley with a handheld scanner to make sure she wasn't missing anything. When the privacy field collapsed it would sweep up any fur or skin cells they had shed. It would be very difficult to connect them to the disappearance of the mugger and if it did get tracked back to them the head ambassador would just shrug. "Digested in self defense," she'd say. Odds were, though, no one would ever know what happened to the man. Hrafa rose to his feet as Jadia finished the sweep. "Clear," she purred, and he touched controls on his bracer. First a personal holofield went up around him, rendering his currently hassock-sized scrotum its normal self to any eye. Only then did he drop the wider holofield and she hopped onto broad feral-half back as he padded out of the alley. It was just around the corner to the embassy - they'd been on the way back from watching a human sporting event when the mugger showed up - and not even a conversation with a passing acquaintance slowed them. As the hullmetal doors of the embassy whooshed shut behind Hrafa's rump he breathed a sigh of relief and pressed the button to drop the holofield. The butter-yellow security mwee shot them a curious look as the slit at the front of Hrafa's sheath belled open and a long wet burp emerged. Air has no calories and that swallowed with the mugger and from his lungs came back out the way it went in. Jadia dropped the mugger's pistol and other items into the disposal and smiled. The security mwee smiled back and returned his attention to his displays. "I have a report to write," the junior ambassador rumbled. "But first, an itch to scratch. Someone around here will be hungry for twenty gallons of -" He paused as he noticed Jadia's hand reaching beneath his belly. Wholesome thoughts only go so far when a skillful hand is rubbing your sheath. "Mugger," she purred, and with a flick of her tail led him through a door into one of the private meeting rooms. "I thought you had a shift tomorrow," Hrafa rumbled, but he still sprawled on his side on a beanbag as her hands and long prehensile tail stroked his sheath. The horniness he'd been suppressing through sheer force of will could no longer be denied and a ponderous fleshy cock came sliding out as his sheath retracted. Mwee are often described as "elephantine" when it comes to their endowment and Hrafa was no exception. His thigh-thick cock was over four feet long and weighed as much as Jadia did. It could split into four tendrils at the end to entertain his lovers and use its tentacles like a sea anemone to swallow prey into itself. It could swallow Jadia like a great black-skinned snake and he could have sent her to join the sloshing mass of used-to-be-mugger. It wouldn't be the first time she went down that road. But his balls were already heavy with seed and he groaned as her jaws took in his tip. Jadia only weighed a hundred and fifty pounds but she had overpowered, swallowed and digested men larger than herself. To someone who can work her jaws over an adult human's shoulders a great black serpent of a cock is no challenge and her hands and long tail reached out to rub his swollen balls as his cock went down her throat. He was too horny to last. As her long prehensile tail wrapped around the foot of cock she couldn't swallow - he was too hard for it to curl up in her stomach - he began to shudder on the beanbag. A great pulse of semen moved through his shaft and if his cock were out in the open a gallon of cum would have rocketed through the air to paint the windows. Ejaculating for distance is a common mwee game and balls inflated with cum make for spectacular entries in that sport. It wasn't out in the open and he shuddered, orgasming explosively but cleanly. The only sign of the flood of cum spurting forth in wrist-thick ropes was the sudden swelling in Jadia's middle, bigger with each throb. With each pulse his balls shrank and her belly inflated until her fur stretched thin over a sloshing mass that a minute before was in his balls. When he was done the mugger had a new home and the sleek silkie had a humorous beach-ball swelling in her middle. Slowly she disgorged his cock, which no longer weighed as much as she did. A whole mugger worth of cum spurted into her stomach changed that equation. "Let me guess," Hrafa rumbled. "You couldn't digest a whole human by the morning. Twenty gallons of semen on the either hand..." "Waste not want not," she purred as she licked her chops. This, after all, was why she could swallow people whole. His cock was far too large to fit into her ass or pussy. To pleasure mwee with her mouth she got her first body mods. And once a cock almost as large as a man will fit down her throat, why not an actual man? "Up on my belly," he rumbled as she licked a black cocktip damp from being down her throat. Her fat belly sloshed as she straddled his chest and a purr vibrated her body as a thick mwee tongue slid over her pussy and asshole. "Have you decided," she said between playful nibbles to his cocktip. The tip began to split into its four thick tendrils but she stopped that with a loop of deceptively strong furry tail. If she let the tip fully unfold the resulting play might end with her dissolving into cum in Hrafa's balls herself. She'd been in there often enough but tonight she was not interested. "There is nothing to decide," Hrafa rumbled. "I accept that a human may point a gun at me. It is a harmless enough act. Even if I cannot trick its parts into not working with technology as I did today, even if he somehow managed to kill me despite my size and healing mods, I would just be reformed here. My position means that I must accept that risk. But he was about to shoot you. You were no threat and I don't have to tolerate someone threatening my staff." Jadia gave his wet black tip a long lick. "I've never digested someone without reforming them. This would be my first." "You did nothing, Jadia. I am the one with the reformation scanners in my body. You have no such scanners. If you had swallowed him in the alley he would have stayed dead." There was a pause as she considered this. Hrafa went on. "You decided not to eat him because he would have died in your belly and not come back. You knew I would then eat him, but he'd at least have a chance. It became my decision and I choose not to reform him." The pause went on and Hrafa smiled into the space between her thighs. From there the bulge of all that cum was like a furry balloon she lay on. "Jadia, what you are are digesting is not the mugger. All that is in your stomach is my cum and I very much appreciate that you let me put it there. But you can't turn twenty gallons of cum back into a man." With that she nodded. It was not her decision and while mwee only rarely kill, it does happen. Their tolerance for bad behaviour was broad but it has limits and threatening their employees was one proven way to get on their bad side. Her friend Mira had run into a very similar situation and that mugger, too, had not come back. Mira had needed days to digest and pass that man. Fortunately, semen is mostly water. She'd hardly even put on any weight as what used to be a mugger made its way through her guts. With that sorted she gave the squeezed-together tendrils of Hrafa's tip a lick. Over the last minute she had wrapped her strong tail and all four limbs around the black serpent of a cock and despite its mass and its own muscular, prehensile nature she had it subdued. Only now did she yawn. Hrafa groaned as with well-practiced predatory moments Jadia began to swallow his cock. It was a game they often played. If she was careless, his cock or his sheath might devour her. Once or twice he'd even managed to shove part of her into his asshole with his cock and then the inner muscles would suck her in. There were three different holes down there that could eat her if she was careless. She wasn't careless tonight. Forbidden to use his hands or paws to help his cock - he could lick her nether bits to distract her, but no more - he could only groan as four times they played the game and four times she won. It was only four more quarts of semen. It hardly added to the sloshing bulge in her middle at all.