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The alien market. That's where the trouble started. Or before that, at the county fair. The time you saw the mwee embassy staff playing volleyball. The beartaurs with their exposed naughty bits are distracting enough. But the tall, sleek alien woman with the thick fur and flirting, playful tail...

You're new in Mojave, moved there like many others to work near the growing interplanetary spaceport. On your very first walk through the embassy district you see a Help Wanted sign outside a diner.

Why not? A job's a job and you can take night classes at the new university they're setting up across town. You even get to see actual aliens. There are dozens of species, some completely inhuman like the crab-spider xsir. There are the big six legged weasel aliens, the beartaurs, the snake aliens with tentacles for arms. The carnivorous space squirrels, the tall pale aliens...

And her. The russet-and-cream-furred beauty with the long prehensile tail. You can't stop thinking about her and she works right down the street at the Mwee embassy. You ask around. The shift boss hears about it and sighs.

"Son, I lost my best delivery man that way," he grumbles. "He got alien fever bad. Couldn't keep his eyes off them, especially the bears. They took to him too and offered him a job. That Help Wanted sign? It's because he's off gallivanting across the universe with a ship full of aliens, doing who knows what. But I know what he wanted to do with them."

You shake your head. "I just think she's neat looking." You correct yourself. "They - the aliens - are neat looking."

The boss sighs again. "Just do your job," he says.

And you do. You still ask around about her. Her name is Jadia. She's a Silkie. She's the only one like her on Earth. Six feet tall, with a tail longer than that, a sleek strong cat-ish woman with small breasts that hide in her fur, green eyes, sharp claws that come out when she's startled.

You do some research. The Commonwealth opened an internet archive covering basic information on worlds, governments, species. The problem is that the publicly accessible part of it slants toward things they consider useful for humans to know. Lots of stuff on the powerful races or the ones with a lot of representatives on Earth. There's only one Silkie here. The information in the archive consists of one picture - of Jadia no less - and one paragraph.

"Genetically engineered race designed for microgravity work," you read. "Strong prehensile tail with tail-fingers at end. Based on carnivore stock, but omnivorous. Similar to Mrish subspecies Ulfermrish but with longer tails." That's it. That's all there is. You follow the link and read about Ulfermrish.

Mrish you've heard about. Lots of mrish on Earth and they are a gregarious race. They also like sex. A lot. With each other, other aliens, humans, dogs, dolphins...

"Ulfermrish are a subspecies of mrish genetically altered to excel at microgravity work," you read. "Bipedal instead of quadrupedal like most mrish. Feet modified for tool use. Longer than usual prehensile tail. See: Mrish."

Mrish look kind of like carnivorous space squirrels, to your thinking. Some have thick fluffy tails you'd like to stoke. None of that is any help whatsoever in your current situation.

"That was a whole lot of nothing," you say. You know exactly as much as when you started. There's an alien sort-of-catwoman at the embassy you badly want to ask out and you don't know whether she'll be the tiniest bit interested.

That's when you hit on the idea. You don't know about silkies. None of your friends do either. But other aliens may.

The next day you go to the alien market. The Outworld Marketplace, officially. A whole square block of tiny shops and stores and food trucks stocked from the hundreds of ships that pass by the spaceport each week.

On your third try you get lucky. There's something with a lot of horns and at least eight legs behind the counter. Shelves and boxes and racks full of bottles and jars.

"Silkie," the thing's translator rasps. It speaks by rubbing its horns together. Or maybe those are teeth. "Want interact with silkie? Uncommon race. Long tentacle on back. Much keratinaceous foliage. [Untranslated] hair."

"I know," you say, remembering the sight of her tail waving weightlessly behind her. Eight feet long and by all account very strong, but light as a feather. You want to touch it, to brush it. To hold it, and her. "I want something she'll like. Something that will make me attractive to her."

"Cannot make attract," it rasps. "Insufficiently ferrous."

Clearly this alien is in fact pretty alien. You try again. "I want her...okay, I like her, okay? I want to make her like me."

"Like...similar, comparable?" rasps the translator, followed by an untranslated buzz.

You sigh. One last try. "Do you have anything a silkie likes? Anything that suits their tastes?"

"Ahhh," rasped the translator. "Taste."

"Yes!" You lean across the counter. "Do you have anything?"

"Of course, of course." Several of the thinner horns are flexible. It plucks what looks like a cologne bottle from a rack. "This will make very tasty for it. Ten credits. Use only one drop in -"

"Got it, thanks!" You slap a chit on the counter and grab it from the spikey alien. It rattles its quills as you scurry off, but you got what you needed.

Now you're set. The mwee embassy orders food from the diner almost every day. Since Randy left - the delivery guy with 'alien fever' - Ramon has been delivering stuff there and Ramon is allergic to fur. It doesn't take much to get him to whistle innocently and look the other way as you grab the insulated food bag and leg it down the street.

You stop outside the embassy. You transferred a bit of the bottle contents to a vial you bought at the pharmacist and dab a bit of your neck, your armpits. You use rather more than a drop. Can't hurt to be generous, you think. That uses up the small supply in the vial and you flick it into a trash can.

"Delivery," you say into the entry camera. A screen lights up and a cinnamon-colored mwee looks back at you. He does something out of sight of the screen, presumably scanning you. The door slides open.

The outer door. The entry is like an airlock, with an outer and inner door. You learn later that the two doors are never open at the same time and both are made of a nearly indestructible material universally known as hullmetal. So are the walls around them and most of the embassy. Not everyone is cool with having aliens around.

You walk in. It's all new to you. You expect the inner door to open and as soon as the outer door closes, it does.

The cinnamon mwee is behind a desk to your left and nods to you. Seeing you're new here, he gestures to the far end of the room and a U-shaped reception desk. And there she is behind it, long tail curled up like a question mark.

The die is cast. You walk over and put the bag on the counter. She smiles, nods politely, and starts taking out the food containers and putting them in lockers next to her desk. Stasis boxes, from what you've read. A higher tech equivalent of refrigerators. You're thinking about how to introduce yourself when it happens.

She has the last container in her hands when she sniffs. Her head comes around as though her nose were a magnet and you're a chunk of metal. Without looking she puts the last food box in a locker and closes it.

She hasn't said a word. She comes out from behind the desk, sniffing. You can't look away. She's naked save for a harness that holds a few presumably high-tech gadgets. Why not? Her fur covers everything. She's still obviously female, the narrow waist, wide hips, small breasts bulging through her fur.

Her tail flicks from side to side, her eyes are wide. She leans in close and sniffs your neck. Conscious of the sharp teeth in that faux-feline muzzle your instinct is to pull back. You don't. Just the same, you wonder if maybe you used too much of the perfume.

You did. Suddenly her tail wraps around you. She steps in close and a coil and a half of it winds around you like a python and traps your arms to your sides. She's close enough to kiss. Your second indication that things are not going as planned is when she yawns.

For a moment you stare past sharp teeth and salivating tongue into a slick chute of purple gullet. Then you're in it. She fits her maw over your face and swallows your entire head in one gulp. Slippery throatflesh slides over and past your face, saliva mats down your hair and slicks you down for easy ingestion. You are the food deliveryman. Not the food delivery!

She thinks you are. You try to wriggle loose from her tail but it's too strong. It could crush the life out of you but it merely holds you still as she swallows you whole. She's already worked her unexpectedly snakey jaws over your shoulders and her claws are out, tearing your shirt away before it can go down her throat with you. Not many calories in cloth. You on the other hand...

You hear a rumble of voice through her fur. The mwee security guard is saying something to her. It's lost in the creak of ribs as your face slips into a silkie stomach. Folds of slippery flesh expand to make room and caustic juices sting your skin. She's over you to the waist already and her jaws have your arms pinned now even if her tail didn't.

This should be impossible. You probably weigh more than she does but she's much stronger than she looks. Her fangs folded somehow to let you slip into her gullet but catch when you try to wriggle back out. It's all too easy to slide deeper into her maw and all too difficult to pull even a little way back out. Even if it weren't for her python-strong tail and deceptively strong arms this is only going to end one way.

Her midsection swells as she gulps you down and suddenly there's just a kicking set of legs hanging from her jaws. She doesn't dawdle and swallows you down in a few heaving gulps.

A minute ago you were thinking how to ask her out. Now her jaws close around your feet the second she pulls your shoes and socks off. She tore your clothes to bits as she ate you and you go down her throat as naked as the day you were born. You wanted to be naked with her, it's true. You fantasized about putting your cock in the sleek alien. Well, now it is. Sadly your entire body went down her throat with it.

Jadia gets her jaws closed around your toes and swallows. Helpless to stop her, you slide heavily down her throat. You feel her shift her weight to keep herself steady and you feel her tail flick to counterbalance the enormous bulge in her cream-furred middle. In a hasty series of gulps Jadia has swallowed a man at least her own size whole.

You never had a chance. She was so strong and fast! As you curl up inside her, surrounded by the slimy sound of a stomach reacting to the sudden arrival of a meal and the excited heartbeat of a silkie. You wanted to excite her. Not this way, though. Finally there's a chance to do something about it and you thrust your elbows against the slippery walls.

Instantly her hands press in and her tail wraps around her belly to squeeze you into submission. She's still stronger than you are and she knows exactly how to render you helpless. As she traps you inside herself the grim reality of it sinks in. She has you cold. Her stomach juices are flowing and soon digestion will get going in earnest. Pretty soon you will exist only as some new fat on her slinky frame.

The rumble again. Her posture shifts as someone touches her and her pulse slows. She was frantic, excited. She calms. There is a click, like a speaker coming on. That's exactly what it is. The walls of Jadia's stomach act as both a microphone and speaker. The aliens call this sort of thing a body mod. Maybe her ability to eat you whole is too. Who knows? One paragraph species entries don't communicate much.

"Hello," growls the security mwee. "You put something on yourself, yes? Jadia had a reaction to it."

"I'll say she did!" You try to move. Jadia shifts her hands and muffles your effort to escape. Where could you go, anyway? You're naked, unarmed. The walls of her stomach are too slippery to grip and the thin wall of fur and muscle is strong enough to hold you in. Unless she coughs you up you are on a short trip through a silkie's digestive tract. At least the tingling isn't as bad. Maybe she has some sort of conscious control over her stomach.

"She ate me!"

"It was not on purpose," the mwee growls. "What did you put on yourself?"

"I bought it at the alien market," you say. "I told some big spikey alien I wanted to get close to her."

The mwee sighs. "The big spikey guy. A'ak is a spice vendor. You're supposed to put it on food. From her reaction it's something you put a tiny bit of in a silkie child's food to get them used to it. Pheromones. You might as well have pried her mouth open and stuck your head in."

"I didn't expect her to swallow me!"

"Would you rather she tore you apart to eat you? She could."

"Okay." You try to get comfortable. At least you don't seem to be in trouble. Well, other than being in someone's stomach. "Will the stuff hurt Jadia?"

"No." It's the first time you've heard her speak. You love her throaty purr. Her voice is shaky, but she's recovering. You'd rather you weren't at the bottom of that throat, but still. "I'll be fine. Just a bit," she pauses to burp, "Full."

You realize she's been letting out slow belches and swallowing air to replace it. It's the only reason you're still alive.

"I just wanted to say hello," you tell her. "Then you ate me."

"Oops," Jadia mutters. "He bought something from that spice vendor, didn't he?"

"And used far too much," growls the mwee.

You shift inside the slimy pocket of her stomach and her hands and tail shift position to pin you in place. She knows how to keep you still suspiciously well.

"You've eaten people before, haven't you?"

She chuckles. "Most people only put a teensy bit of that on themselves, delivery guy. Just enough to make me hungry and let me know what they want. You put that much on, you're lucky I'm not digesting you right now."

"Sorry. I know I fucked up. I was just anxious to meet you, you know?"

A sympathetic purr. Even from in here you love the sound of her. You wanted to be near her. Feeling the pulse of a potential lover is nice too. Ideally done from outside of them, but here you are.

"Well, once you cough me up we can start over," you say brightly.

There's a pause. "Well, about that."

"The guard said you didn't mean to eat me!"

"I didn't. But that stuff made me really hungry and it's so nice to be full. Plus, you know, I can't have it getting out that I eat people...."

"I won't tell anyone!" Panic rises, but as you start to struggle she pins you with her hands and tail. She knows what she's doing. She's eaten who knows how many people. Clearly not all of them were willing.

"No, you won't." Her hands squeeze in. Folds of flesh coated with a layer of slippery mucus press in from all directions. Jadia lets out a long belch and most of the air disappears from around you. This time she doesn't swallow more. There is a gurgle as whatever kept the acids from flowing doesn't any more.

"Jadia -" there is a click. She turned the speaker off. She's saying something, but you only hear a muffled purr. The mwee rumbles a response. Both laugh.

There's just darkness now, and the gurgle as she starts to digest you.

You find new strength to struggle. It shakes her where she stands and she braces herself against something, maybe the mwee. All she has to do is outlast you, though. There is a hot gurgle as the acids fill the voids around you and now there's nothing to breathe. Nothing but the juices the stomach will use to digest you. Nothing but darkness, her pulse, and the small bodily sounds of the beautiful silkie for whom you are now just food.

*****

You blink awake. A mwee is kneeling next to you with some sort of scanner in his hand. You're stark naked. Bits of your clothing are scattered for yards around.

"Don't sit up yet," the mwee rumbles. You instinctively cover your crotch and the mwee smiles. The way he's lying you're a couple of feet from a sheath the size of your thigh. Mwee don't have modesty issues but you do.

He flips the scanner shut. "All right. I'll put your clothes through the fabber. It'll patch them back together. Your cell phone got mangled, I'm afraid. We've got a few spare ones lying around, I can give you a replacement, but I can't guarantee it's the newest model." He shrugs. "People abandon them here sometimes on their way off-planet. Not much use for them up there."

"What happened?" You sit up and cover yourself with the biggest scrap of what used to be your shorts.

"You put something on yourself, something from the outworld market no doubt. You wanted to make friends with Jadia, right? Well, you used way too much. She tore your clothes off and you got knocked out in all the fuss."

"Oh." You look around. It's just you and the cinnamon-colored mwee. "Is she all right?"

"She's off recovering. You're lucky you didn't get hurt, you know. Jadia is very strong and with all those pheromones you sprayed on yourself it could have ended badly."

"Sorry." The mwee shrugs again as you refuse to give up the square foot of modesty covering your groin. "I didn't mean to cause trouble."

"Jadia is very pretty." The mwee is feeding your clothes into a hopper. "You're not the first one to do something like this. Just use less of it next time, all right? One drop in a cup of water, then dab that on yourself."

"Oh." The mwee hands you your shorts, good as new, and politely looks away as you slip them on. Then he hands you your underwear. You stuff them in a pocket. In another minute you're dressed. Your socks and shoes survived the incident at least.

You stand up. "Look, I'm really sorry for all this. Am I in trouble?"

The mwee smiles. "No. Jadia found it rather charming, actually. Wait a few days, then come by again. And dilute that stuff next time, okay?"

You grab the food bag and head out. How are you not in trouble? If you tried that on a human they'd accuse you of attempted rape or something. Aliens are just different.

You're not in trouble with the embassy. Your boss is a lot less happy about the situation. The embassy called to explain you'd be late back. They didn't say why, but he's furious. You spend the rest of your shift scrubbing dishes.

For the sake of keeping your job you don't sneak off to the embassy any more. Instead you go there after work the following Friday.

"Hi," you say nervously into the camera. "I, uh, just wondered if Jadia is free."

The guard lets you in. Jadia smiles, curls her tail around your waist (silkie first base?) and leads you through a side door into a little meeting room. There are a few small tables, one big one, and half a dozen hassocks of various sizes. Some are big enough for a mwee to lie on.

"Nice to see you, delivery man," she purrs. You look her over. She's...put on a few pounds? Sleek and muscular Jadia has some new chub around the middle. Not a lot, but it's there.

She giggles as she sees you checking. "Aftereffects. That stuff made me really, um, excited, and I ate a lot to take my mind off it. I'll work the weight off soon enough."

Jadia is good at lying, you'll learn in time. It comes with working for diplomats. The pheromones were responsible for her weight gain all right, but not like that. Digesting an entire human puts a few pounds on the most athletic frame.

For the first time you get to feel her soft fur, feel her sleek strong body, pet her tail. You try to keep your hands to yourself, be polite. When you find her tail slowly winding around you you think "silkie second base." Then you look up and see that wild-eyed look.

"I used too much perfume again," you think as she reaches out for you. You're right.

*****

The mwee sighs as he hands you your shorts. "Even less next time, okay? Maybe none at all."

The third time you visit, you get as far as a kiss.

The fourth, a bit of actual foreplay before you wake up on the floor.

You stop using the perfume at all after that. It's too late. Jadia's been around delicious-smelling you so much she can't help herself. The good news is you have what you wanted. You've got a sleek, strong silkie girlfriend. The bad news, well....

Good thing you don't mind a bit of extra weight on her. She just smiles when you fondle her chub.

"This, too, shall pass," she purrs, right before she fits her jaws around your face. It's your private kiss, now. It's just that every so often it's more than that. Every so often her tail wraps you up and her jaws gape still wider. Every so often your lovemaking ends with a burp. And no matter how much she exercises, she keeps that chub.

You have something to do with that. It's hard to keep the weight off when about once a week a whole human ends up inside you, after all.