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Lieutenant M'ress was reading in her quarters when the alert sounded.

"All hands, this is the captain speaking," said the overhead speaker, and she looked up from the very naughty holonovel she was viewing. T'ahvit the caitian had gotten herself into a pickle with a pair of big kzinti and was buying her way out of trouble with her nubile body. The two hulking tiger men were doing their very best to see if they could engineer a kzinti-caitian hybrid with her help and T'ahvit's belly was bulging rhythmically thanks to the eight and a half foot tall kzinti captain's thrusting spiny shaft. The second kzin had his cock up her ass and wasn't going to contribute to any hypothetical litter of cubs but he did contribute to the bulge.

It was all quite exaggerated based on the kzinti she'd fucked last year at the Ziggurat, who was very well hung but not -that- well, but it was fine reading and M'ress was, of course, naked as she read it. An alert is an alert though and she put the holo-player down.

"Intruder alert," said the speaker. "The alien prisoner has escaped from confinement. She is believed to have made her way into the ventilation ducts and will probably emerge somewhere on Deck Six."

M'ress blinked. Her quarters were on Deck Six. One sensitive ear swiveled. She was sure she'd just heard a shuffling noise from the air vent next to her bed.

She didn't know much about the captive, some hostile alien from a derelict ship the landing party had boarded yesterday. She'd heard the alien was humanoid and must be pretty slender, as the air ducts were quite narrow. She could probably squeeze into one herself but it'd be a tight fit.

M'ress rolled off the bed, grabbing a multitool from the shelf above her pillow. What she probably should do is call security. What she did instead was pop the cover off the air vent and yawn.

Thanks to an adventure a few years back on a planet where magic worked, M'ress had some abilities that made Doctor McCoy and Science Officer Spock shake their heads. All of her bodily orifices were uncannily flexible and she could, and had, eaten whole people with her mouth, pussy and asshole.

The result of this sort of play was her being on the weight program most of the time but she was the only Lieutenant in the fleet who'd eaten her captain twice and still had a commission. Those incidents were more or less accidental thanks to unfortunate comments like "I want to spent the night inside you" from the captain and these days she was under orders to only eat prey who both understood she could swallow them whole and very much wanted to hear a caitian burp from inside the caitian.

That only applied to friendlies, though, and M'ress pressed her maw over the air vent until her jaws popped out of joint. She had her own ideas about places the intruder might squeeze herself into besides the vent and she waited on all fours, yawn pressed firmly against the wall so that from inside the air shaft there was nothing but darkness to be seen. It was just about time for dinner and she hoped she'd get lucky.

She'd spent a year in Engineering blue before moving on to Communications and tried to remember the architecture of the air vents. The bad news was each cabin had an entry vent, like the one from which she'd heard the noise, and there were a dozen cabins just on this spur of the system. The good news was hers was the last cabin in the chain and unlike the others her potential meal wouldn't have to turn sharply to the side but could crawl straight along the vent and into her gullet. She kept her yawn gaped over the vent and hoped for the best.

There! Even with her jaws in the way she heard the shuffling noise again. It was closer now and she felt the saliva running down her tongue and then down the wall. Her belly rumbled hollowly, knowing in its mindless hungry way that when she yawned like this a big meal often followed.

Something brushed against her tongue and M'ress smiled with her eyes, her jaws being too gaped to manage the expression, as the hapless alien pushed her face out of the darkness of the vent and right into a caitian maw. There wasn't enough of her prospective meal out of the vent to grab yet and M'ress stayed perfectly still in the hopes the intruder would somehow mistake her throat for a continuation of the vent. In hindsight this seemed very unlikely to end with a round belly and a satisfied burp but she didn't have a better idea and stayed where she was.

To her joy and complete disbelief the alien proceeded to crawl out of the vent and right into her gullet. The vent was so confining that the intruder's arms were trapped to her sides and she had to worm her way forward. Somehow the alien completely failed to notice the fangs scraping through what felt like head-hair, failed to note that air vents aren't supposed to be slimy fleshy chutes with a pulse running through the walls, and failed to realize that the faint smell of bile from up ahead was a really bad thing. The intruder wriggled her shoulders free of the vent and there was nowhere for them to go but into M'ress's waiting gullet.

M'ress had a set of alien breasts on her tongue and a set of shoulders scraping past her rear teeth. Still her meal kept pushing in and all the caitian could figure was the alien was exhausted from worming her way through the ducts and desperate to reach the light, even if that meant squeezing through wet flexible plumbing to get there.

M'ress could pull back enough to grab the emerging elbows, at which point there would be no escape for the intruder, but she'd never had someone crawl down her throat without knowing what they were doing before. She stayed where she was as the intruder emerged inch by inch from the vent, pushing herself along with a snakelike wriggle, and slid herself inch by inch down a caitian throat.

The urge to swallow was very strong and though she could hold her breath a long time due to situations much like this giving her plenty of practice, she was starting to run out of air. Just the same she resisted the urge until down inside her she felt the intruder's face squeeze through the sphincter at the end of her gullet and pop free into a caitian stomach.

That did it. Maybe it was the sudden sting of digestive acid on the alien's face or maybe they felt that this chamber was a dead end. In fact it wasn't, as entire humans had made their way through her intestines from below. As far as her stomach was concerned, though, things that arrived in its territory from either direction were only allowed to leave when they had been rendered into easily assimilated mush and assorted indigestibles. Sometimes that was a bit unpleasant, as when she'd had to pass a phaser pistol a while back, but that was small consolation to the security officer whose phaser made up part of that caitian bowel movement.

The sting of acid and sudden realization that the "plumbing" was a dead end finally clued the intruder in that squirming further in was a very bad idea. She began to struggle and squirm, trying to extract herself from the fleshy confines of M'ress's body.

It was too late. It had been too late for a while now, had M'ress chosen to swallow. She sat up, pulling the alien's legs from the vent, and for a moment she had what looked like a human ass and a kicking set of legs hanging from her mouth. The intruder's hands were just outside her jaws and she pried the phaser pistol from the alien's fingers before she could blindly fire it. If it were on kill they'd both disintegrate, Stun would knock them both out. Neither would benefit either of them as either they'd vaporize or the intruder would suffocate in M'ress's stomach while they lay there unconscious.

M'ress might suffocate too, throat full of prey, but if not the swallowing would continue once she woke up. There was no situation where firing the phaser would help the intruder, who was doomed one way or the other, but she took away the option before she herself got hurt.

With that detail attended to M'ress leaned back, turning her gullet into a slick steep chute with stomach acid waiting at the bottom, and swallowed with all her might. The very human-ish and feminine hips slipped into her maw and were gone. The intruder was wearing only underwear on her bottom for some reason but further down the naked legs was a set of black uniform boots the alien must have taken from a crewman.

With one heaving gulp M'ress sent the alien's hips down her throat and the frantically kicking legs got shorter and shorter as a combination of strong and well practiced swallowing muscles and gravity kept the alien sliding deeper. Her furry belly ballooned out as the alien slipped and slid into her stomach, swelling out her tan fur in a lumpy bulge. She had swallowed her prey to the knees and took a moment to pull the boots off the intruder's feet. Ship's boots were hard-to-digest plastic and she didn't need to pass another set.

In a perfect world she'd cough up the indigestibles in a slimy mass but when you swallow someone your own size sometimes the sheer bulk of your meal pushes things you'd rather cough up too far down. M'ress had passed boots, belt buckles, masses of clothing and other things she'd rather not remember. Her quarters toilet had extra wide plumbing but that didn't help the fact that her own plumbing had to stretch painfully wide sometimes.

Another gulp and M'ress admired the very human looking set of feet protruding from her mouth. Her meal had toenails of alternating color, red and gold. Those toenails would look much the same when they came out under her tail, while the rest of their owner would not. Fingernails and hair were quite indigestible as far as she was concerned and it occurred to her she didn't know what color her meal's hair was. Maybe it'd come up as a hairball and she'd see, but as her prey was wearing only, as far as she could tell, panties and a bra, there was a good chance undies, hair and nails would make their way peacefully through her digestive tract and disappear down the toilet without her ever seeing it.

The feet in her mouth gave a last desperate kick as she tilted her muzzle back. The intruder must know she was doomed but the wriggling bulge in her belly showed she hadn't given up yet. M'ress swallowed, feeling the bulge of feet move through her neckfur, and wrapped both hands and legs around the great lumpy bulge in her middle. She even put her chin on the bulge of swallowed face and curled her tail around to add its small force to the push.

"Sorry," M'ress purred. There was a horrified mumble from inside her, muffled by the surrounding fur and flesh. Her meal was trying to say something, but she couldn't make it out. She'd probably protest if she ended up in someone's stomach whole, too. In fact she had on several occasions, before the predator who ate her over and over took a shine to her and arranged for her to become a predator too. Once in a while she took shore leave and visited the big wolverine, who liked to feed her prey until she was too full to move and then fuck her senseless.

"Sorry," she repeated, and gave the bulge of face in her swollen belly a raspy lick. "Anyone could have told you, you can get into my quarters through the door, or through the vent, but you're probably going to leave through the plumbing." M'ress squeezed the lumpy bulge and let out a long belch. "First my plumbing, then the ship's."

The struggle in her swollen gut weakened. Her meal hadn't had much air to work with and the burp vented a lot of that. The slimy confines of her stomach afforded nothing to grip, nothing to use for leverage, and with her arms and legs wrapped around the bulge the wrestling match was only going to end one way. Inside a minute the struggle ended, with just the occasional nervous twitch under her fur showing her meal had once been alive.

Digesting prey her own size would take a couple of days but already a warm gurgle from under the fur showed it had started. First the skin and muscle and organs would go, then the smaller bones would break down, and finally even the skull and pelvis and spine would crumble under the assault of her stomach juices, turning the last of her bowel movements chalky white with powdered bone.

"Very nice," M'ress purred, and rubbed the face that stood out of her tan belly fur like a sculpture. "Very nice. Thank you very much, whoever you were. I haven't had a good meal in weeks."

With great effort she dragged herself back onto her bed and reached for the holonovel. Swallowing prey whole always excited her, even when they didn't go into her pussy or up her ass. She could really use a bit of relief. But first, duty called. M'ress punched the button on the com panel next to her bed.

"Security, this is M'ress," she purred.

"Security chief Danielson here, Lieutenant," came the voice.

"Intruder neutralized," M'ress purred.

"Yes she is, Lieutenant," said Danielson. "How did you know? I just put her in the brig."

M'ress considered the lumpy bulge in her middle, as big as the rest of her put together. "Chief, the announcement said the intruder was in the air vents. Was there more than one?"

"No Lieutenant. Ensign Tavish was the only one of us small enough to follow her into the vents. She went in after the intruder and must have chased her out as she emerged right by a security station. No sign of Tavish though, she must still be in the vents someplace. She had to take off her uniform to squeeze in so we're keeping the corridors clear until she comes back out."

Phaser pistol. Uniform boots. Security colored nail polish on the toenails.M'ress stared at the lumpy bulge in her middle and considered that air vents and digestive tracts should probably be a little easier to tell apart. They were both a series of tubes and Ensign Tavish has made her way from the ship's tubes into hers. There she would stay until she emerged, her mass largely the same but arranged quite a lot differently. For one thing she'd be a lot more malleable, the better to fit through a caitian's bowels. Some of her would end up as fat on her frame but most of Tavish was going to end up in the ship's base matter tanks in the form of caitian poop.

"Um, chief," she purred. This was going to be embarrassing. She was going to owe Chief Kyle a favor when he beamed Tavish back into existence, and then she was going to owe Tavish a favor too. And then she'd have to explain to the captain, again, how she'd accidentally eaten a fellow crewman. Again.

"Oops," M'ress purred into the comm, and burped.