The
ramen shop bustled with the lunchtime rush, people in large groups
gathered at tables, slurping up noodles, conversing with one another,
simply enjoying their day. It all served as a vague backdrop to
Ethan, who sat at the micro-bar, amongst other furs and humans,
apathetic to them all, and instead focusing on his own food.. Ethan
was a chocolate cat, feline in shape and delicious in taste. He wore
a simple white shirt, and some fairly short shorts, all accentuating
his more effeminate figur

Baris stepped into the automatic door, which zoomed open at a rapid pace. Just on the other side, energetic music blasted over the lobby, where many aliens from all walks of life were stretching, preparing for their morning workout on their day off. Baris smiled, thinking to himself that it probably was impressive that he, a salarian, could probably out do most of these people in terms of exercise.
 
 
The blue colored salarian was a former STG soldier. After his years in the intel

"So...they
are called chips because... they are chipped from a root called the,
ahem, poh-tay-toe?" Jaal cocked his head at the item before him
on the omnitool screen. It was deep fried, brown, like the other part
of the dish. He had to admit, for being a completely alien food it
looked absolutely delicious, albeit lacking in a variety of color
like normal angaran food had.
"That's
right, though some other humans call them fries. Just depends on
their accent." Liam commented

Troy stared at the ominous looking human entrance to the colossal building that housed the dining facility. To his right was the entrance for aliens, the titans strolling through the door so casually, as if they had no idea what this restaurant was for exactly, or what it meant to humans like Troy. He looked over to see a pair of turians, two men chatting about something that he couldn�t discern over the bustle of the crowd around him. Troy sighed, and looked back to the door. Its ominous mood d

 
The human let out a grunt and a gasp as he felt his small frame slide through the tight sphincter of the quarian' stomach, his rear coming into violent contact with the bottom of the gut and the sedimentary slop that rested there. He writhed a bit as his body twitched nervously in the chamber, as if his flesh knew this place would be the end of it. His mind though, was in utter elation. He had just been eaten by an alien, and that meant only pleasure to him. His body was exposed entirely

The lights of the club were dim, but
bright enough for Jerry to see the show. He’s seen it dozens of
times, but each time was oh so savory. Jerry would bet money on the
possibility that the performer would think the same. There Torna
stood on stage, the almost phallic shape of the stage penetrating the
audience and giving everyone a close and intimate look. With the
stage in the round, Torna’s hand rested on the stripper’s pole,
while the other clawed hand slid down towards the canine pat

Darell looked over the dark room,
with the singular table in the middle, adorned in green felt and with
a soft texture to touch. He ran his three fingers across it and
hummed to himself as his mind wandered to what would happen tonight.
A few humans, their origin irrelevant, would join him in a high class
game of Skillian-twelve-card, where exorbitant amounts of money would
be tossed about the table with ease and risk, along with some other,
rather valuable items.
The room the event itself woul

“So, you guys have a day entirely
dedicated to romance?” Leif posed the question to the human male in
his hand, rolling him around and looking at the fellow, his tongue
trailing out as Leif mentally ingested his words, and prepared to
actually ingest the alien.
“Yeah its called Valentine’s
day, named after a saint on one of the religions back on Earth.”
The human pointed out. Leif tried, but couldn’t remember his name,
and felt bad about it. But hey, he was a rich twat, he could pret