***WARNING: THIS STORY CONTAINS VORE, SEX, AND DISPOSAL!***
 \*Far into the distant depths of space, a spaceship lazily made it's way
across a sea of meteorites. The small duo inside remained calm for the
time being."
 - It appears we've lost contact to our home base, captain! The
  connections have been cut out!
 *A young man said with a slight tone of confusion in his voice, the
spaceship was resistant to those levels of impact. The captain noticed
the fear of his

Milo - Stop by at the Lunar Pub
 
The small ship would land on the rocky Surface of Z-EHD, a purple colored moon
near the
edge of the milky way. The door slid open as Milo got down, slightly tired and
heavily pent up
from the latest mission, his guts still finishing up with his last assignment.
 
- Ugh, finally!
 
The bounty hunter said as he made his way inside the pun, the only structure on
that place.
The inside was fully decorated with neon lights and signs, cr

Sammy, a small, petit boy, in his early 20's by the young appearence,cleaned the floor to the, the day had been pretty slow and it was almost closing time, he'd finished stocking the shelves and now all that was left was mopping the floor and closing down for the day.
 That's when Milo walked in, whistling while spinning the keys for his airship on hiw index finger.
 "Good evening sir!! How may I help?"
 Said the boy in his usual, cheery tone.
 "Don't worry kid

Kro-gone
Tarrence
Grimaldi was a resident of a small (emphasis on small) human
community on Illium. Soon, hed become a resident of an alien and his
digested remains would be swilling through the ilium (of the
digestive variety) of said alien. Or, so his efforts intended. Tar
had seen the group before in the commercial area of the city.
Frequently, it would be a turian, a youthful krogan, and a human
resting on the shoulder of the turian. She bore the iconic N7 armor
and coloring, showing her pr

The
lights were slightly dimmed. More than half the crew currently slept,
as it was 'nighttime' on board the ship that continued to be hurled
through the void of space by its ever-present pilot – making sure
to stay out of trouble at this hour while the crew's so inactive.
Even the commander had turned in for the time being.
In
the lounge however, talks were about to be had. Garrus had his formal
wear on, not the armor he usually wore. He sat at the gambling table,
facing Javik who sat at the

There exists an ogress in a far off land. She is nomadic and doesn’t really care about much going on around her. She just wanders into a town and settles down, only leaving when there’s no food left. She’s not exactly violent, and she does speak English, but she doesn’t care about the well-being of humans, either. Too weak for her to try and communicate with. They die too easily. Sometimes people claim that she’s not a threat because she didn’t eat them on sight and they keep feeding