'What do you MEAN you-?' I just couldn't believe it. I knew I was making a scene and hundreds of different alien species were stopping to look at me, but I couldn't believe it. 'You're breaking up with me NOW?!'
 
'I'm just fucking sick of your attitude,' he said. 'You can't just spend my money like that!'
 
'Jake, my best friend was the bride's guest of honor at a Solastan wedding and she asked me to be her witness!'
 
'So? You can't just fly halfway across the galaxy like that!'
 
'Oh please, like you can't afford it' I shot back.
 
'That's not the point. You didn't ask-'
 
The lying fucking scumbag. 'I did!'
 
'I didn't give permission-'
 
'You DID!'
 
'I didn't, and I was able to PROVE that I didn't. The tickets are cancelled, Virginia.'
 
'But I'm still in the wrong spiral arm! I don't have any money to get home!'
 
'Not my problem.'
 
'Jake-'
 
He hung up.
 
That was pretty much how my evening went. I appealed to the station's authorities but they stonewalled me. I called the ticketing company but they explained that the tickets had been cancelled legally and there was nothing they could do. The automated system at the human embassy said that there was a slight delay and they would get back to me in about five years, I couldn't find a single bank or lender that wanted anything to do with me, and when I resorted to sharing my story and hoping somebody would be charitable, station security called me a beggar and made me move on.
 
In the end I scrounged together some money by massaging weary travellers and got to sleep in a hole-in-the-wall box hotel for the night.
 
The second day was exactly the same. I spent a hungry and desperate day offering massages to weary alien travellers and just about scraped together enough to grab some cheap food and go to bed not hungry.
 
And that was what my life became. What I was doing was fine by station security and it kept me fed and with a place to sleep every night, but no more. Thank God the showers were cheap.
 
I couldn't clean my clothes though so in the end I just stopped wearing them. Lots of species never invented clothing and there were no interstellar laws on nudity. It felt strange at first but as the months went by I got completely used to 24/7 nudity. I got pretty good at my 'job' too. I learned all about different species and how to give them the best massages and lots of happy travellers went on their way feeling relaxed and refreshed by my attention. Some of them even tipped me.
 
 
As the months went by and my 'fame' grew I started earning more. More customers used my services, they tipped better... soon I was able to afford a little sign and to stake out my own corner of the waiting lounge. The other businesses on the station got me a proper massage table big enough for any species. By the time I reached the two year mark, I was a legitimate businesswoman. I was still living in the coffin hotel but I didn't really mind. I had no phone, no computer, no car, no house... but I was fit and healthy, I hadn't worn clothing in two years and I didn't miss it at all
 
And I had made a friend, sort of.
 
Yelli was a Torvarian. They're ten feet tall and sorta humanoid species with slick purple skin like a dolphin's and boneless arms that end in three tentacles instead of fingers. Theyre also super stretchy and can swallow things almost as big as they are, and they never invented clothes. The whole idea was alien to them for a long time.
 
They also eat each other. Like, a lot. Torvarian women give birth to dozens of children at a time most of whom are daughters, and they'll have several litters in their lifetimes. They think nothing of snacking down on the kids if they're struggling to keep the whole family fed, or for discipline, or just because they're bored. And their males are doomed to be eaten by any female they impregnate.
 
It came as a surprise to me how many species eat their own kind. The Torvarians, the Solastans, the Bylekeen... and then there's cross-species predation. The first time I met an Orvian, he teased me mercilessly about the fun time he'd had on a cruise liner, guzzling down whole human families mother, father and daughter all in one go.
 
In fact my first 'job offer' on the station was to go on the menu at a major interstellar fast food chain. I was actually kinda tempted. It was a way out of my predicament at least...
 
That's what interstellar society is like. We're all in the food chain. I sure was. Almost everyone I gave a massage too commented about how tasty I looked or how they'd never eaten a human before.
 
Yelli, in fact, was one of the few who didn't mention eating me immediately she met me.
 
I first met her when the exchange shuttle from Torvar docked and I did my thing of offering my services. Torvarians have very supple bodies so they don't think they need massages but they do. sometimes I get lucky and one of them tries it for the experience... or because they like naked human girls.
 
Yelli hired my services and she purred and moaned happily as I worked out some knots in her muscles. Torvarians never think their muscles can get worked up, but they do just like anybody else's.
 
She stood and stretched, REALLY stretched, when I was finished. I mean she elongated and twisted in ways a human never could. She gave me a big tip and went on her way.
 
I saw her again two weeks later, and she immediately hired me.
 
'You were so good last time!' she explained. 'And you taste delicious.'
 
'Taste?' I asked.
 
'Oh yes. We can taste with our skin. Don't worry, I won't eat you.' She laughed. 'Not without your permission.'
 
'Oh... well then.'
 
She talked to me as I serviced her. 'So how did you get here? I've been to Earth and it's a long way from here and most humans wear clothes.'
 
'I used to as well. I got stranded here when my asshole ex cut me off and I couldn't afford to keep my clothes clean...' I explanied.
 
'Well, you look delectable' she teased. 'Why did he cut your funding?'
 
'My best friend Vicky was the bride's guest of honor at a Solastan wedding and I just had to attend. He said I never got permission to buy the tickets, but I did...'
 
'What about your friend? Couldn't she help?'
 
'You've obviously never been to Solasta,' I said.
 
'no, I haven't.'
 
'They have three genders, and when a triple get married each of them has a guest of honor... whom they eat.'
 
'Oh. So your friend is dead.'
 
'It's okay, it was a huge honor for Vicky and she obvious enjoyed it. But being there for her got me stuck here.'
 
'I'm sure it will all work out,' she said, and left me with another big tip.
 
She became a regular and was there for me a couple of times a month as my business grew and my life got more comfortable. She passed through every two weeks on her way to somewhere else and we'd chat as I serviced her. She was a diplomatic courier, her whole job was to travel carrying sensitive documents in a box.
 
Around about the third anniversary of my arrival on the station, she turned up looking stressed as hell, and she was tense from top to tail. Nothing I could do would shift it.
 
'...Yelli, you've barely spoken to me,' I said eventually.
 
'I... this is hard, Ginny. I like you quite a lot and I don't want to upset you.'
 
'What?'
 
'My run today is, uh, I'm finally going to Solasta.'
 
'Okay?'
 
'Well... I'm carrying some VERY sensitive documents this time, and the Solastans like to be extremely secure with such things.'
 
'How secure?' I asked though I thought I knew where she was going.
 
'They eat the messenger. So, this is the last time you'll ever see me.'
 
'No wonder you're so tense... Gosh. I'll miss you, Yelli. You've been so nice to me.'
 
'I don't mind bein eaten,' Yelli said. 'That's a normal part of Torvarian society. But I was so distracted that I forgot to eat this morning and I'm really hungry, and that makes me nervous that I'll screw up and cause a diploatic incident. I had my favorite daughter all lined up for a snack too...'
 
'Ah. That explains it. Can't you buy anything here?' I aimed a thumb at the fast food place, where several Torvarian teenagers were standing in the window, waiting for a traveller to feed.
 
'I have enough change to pay you, but I forgot all my other money,' she confessed. 'I'm such an idiot... and the worst part is that I can still taste you with my skin and you're just making me hungrier. You really are delicious, Ginny.'
 
'I'm sorry. I'd get you something, but I can't afford it.'
 
'It's okay...' she sighed. 'It's a nice offer but I'd decline anyway.'
 
I gave her my very best deep-tissue treatment and let her enjoy it, but an idea was forming in my head.
 
I was... content. Happy, even. But really, how big was this venture of mine likely to get? My income was still kinda pitiful, really. I was eating regularly, they kept my 'room' for me at the hotel and... life was pretty good.
 
But what about the future? I wasn't going to be young forever. Did I really want to stay here and relieve weary travellers for my whole life? I hadn't seen another human in two years, and any who did come along would probably be scandalized by my nudity and on their way to somewhere else anyway so I'd never see them again. I sure as hell was never getting back to Earth, or any other human planet and if I did I probably wouldn't be as happy there. Maybe if I saved up for thirty years, but by then what would be the point?
 
And I had to admit... as I watched one of those Torvarian girls from the fast food place climb happily into a Solastan's waiting mouth... Whenever I'd masturbated that last year, my thoughts had always been full of...
 
Well, of quitting while I was ahead. Folding and walking away from the table with my winnings, as it were.
 
My mouth made the decision for me.
 
'Yelli?' I asked.
 
'Yes?
 
'You can eat me if you want,' I offered.
 
Yelli turned to look at me. '...Could I? I... I've fantasized about having you for a long time and you would make an excellent last meal.'
 
'I don't mind.'
 
'Humans don't usually go for... this. Though. Do you?'
 
'Not usually.' I spread my hands. 'But you're a friend in need and I'm never gonna get off this station anyway. Besides, when Vicky got eaten at that wedding she looked like she was really enjoying it.'
 
'We... do find it pleasant to be eaten...' Yelli agreed. 'Or at least all of my mates and daughters seemed to enoy it.'
 
'Great! Come on, let's go clean me up.'
 
I led her to one of the public shower booths and spent all of my meagre money on the longest and most luxuriant cycle it had. The booth was not quite large enough for two, which was [i]perfect[/i] and soon Yelli and I were sliding wetly over one another. Her three long tongues molested and tasted me.
 
Then they invaded me. I found myself sucking on one like it was a cock, the first cock I'd had in my mouth in years. She wrapped the tentacle fingers of one arm tight around my wrists and tied them together to pull them into the air above my head while her other 'hand' coiled around and between my upper thighs and helped her to lift me. Her two spare tongues wrapped around and stimulated my breasts, and she slid first one, then two fingers into my pussy. Her skin was so naturally slick when wet that she was able to easily slide a third into my ass without any other lubrication and rather than hurting it felt AMAZING.
 
Three human men could not have satisfied me so completely.
 
Her tongues were as strong as a man's hands, and she lashed two of them around my throat to choke me gently as she raised me off the ground. She was dominant, she was hungry, and I was hers. I gave myself completely to her and the only thing that stopped me from moaning loudly was that I couldn't. My mouth was full and I could barely breathe.
 
Instead I struggled feebly in her grasp not out of objection or fear, but because I couldn't not. I had never felt pleasure like it. I sucked thirstily on the 'cock' in my mouth and...
 
and I felt her voice in my mind. I knew Torvarians are telepathic but humans weren't... were we?
 
[i]'Oh? It seems you are... when you're in the grip of pleasure...'[/i]
 
I couldn't reply in kind. My mind was too full of too many things the sensations she was filling me with destroyed my ability to think clearly.
 
The thought of seductive laughter echoed in my head. [i]'Are you always this responsive? Or only when you're about to be... [b]food?'[/b]
 
That last word filled me and somehow psychically I knew what this was like from her perspective, and knew that she could feel what I was feeling. Our minds seemed to melt and blend into one another until it was hard to tell where I ended and she began. There was just sensation, more than I could handle. I could feel what my pussy felt like and feel what her fingers felt like as she fucked me. I could taste her tongue, and through her tongue I could taste my mouth.
 
Actually I could taste all of me. She really hadn't been kidding about being able to taste with her skin, and now...
 
I tasted...
 
Meaty, malty, sweet, fruity, a little salty, a surprise hint of ginger and paprika. I tasted rich, nourishing and nutritious and above all I tasted absolutely delicious.
 
My first orgasm crashed into me and knocked away my ability to think at all. I went away and became nothing but experience as my universe devolved into a delirium of pleasure, flavor and of being completely dominated.
 
Incoherently and without words I begged her to eat me. I had to know what it felt like, and she was more than happy to oblige me. The moment those strange, stretchy alien jaws opened wide and that strong forked tongue hauled me in by the throat was...
 
I was afraid. Obviously! I was about to die! But over my two years in exile I had resigned myself to one day becoming somebody's meal and I was glad that it was her. The fear added texture to all the other incredible, unreal sensations.
 
How to describe the sensation of being both predator and prey at once? How to share the experience of being psychically united with the woman who is devouring you, so that you both taste and are tasted? How to convey what it is like to both eat and be eaten?
 
I couldn't even understand the experience myself. It was all far too much but Yelli held me up in her mind and stopped me from fainting. I was forced to feel it all.
 
Her lips slid over my face and her tongue pulled me back until my back was painfully arched. She heaved, and I tipped up into the air still humping desperately at the cock-thick fingers in my cunt and ass. Her tongue let go of my throat and withdrew from my mouth so that I could draw a ragged deep breath before the last of my face plunged down into the super stretchy confines of her neck and I knew I had tasted my last air.
 
If I had thought her skin was slick, then her gullet was slicker. As she raised my hips above her head my weight made me plunge down inside her. I could hear her heart right next to my head, I could feel my own body stretching her body out. I knew she was drawing comparisons to the time she'd eaten one of her daughters...
 
and to my surprise, I felt a whisper and a giggle against my mind, and somehow I knew that an... echo of some kind of that very same daughter was in there with me and she wanted to join in the fun.
 
Was I delirious? Was I hallucinating? My body was beginning to struggle for lack of air. I could feel the burning in my chest but I could also feel the delightful squirming in my stomach as my prey slid down my throat. I could feel my skin tingling as digestive enzymes were massaged into me and the taste, oh the TASTE!
 
I gripped my ankles and pushed me down, and I curled up inside me. I was eaten, and I had completely forgotten who I was.
 
No. No, wait... I was Ginny.
 
And I was dying.
 
Strangled half to death, fucked most of the way there, and allowed only one precious last gasp of air before I was devoured my poor starved brain just couldn't keep up any longer. Instinct made my body fight and search for air, but it didn't know where the air was. It turned and squirmed inside Yelli's body and gave her pleasure that was beyond sexual or gastronomic, and somewhere between both.
 
She orgasmed, I orgasmed, and I felt myself curl into a foetal ball and quietly expire with a last feeble twitch of my limps.
 
I was dead.
 
No, really. I was dead. My body was now just a digesting meal in the gut of an alien predator. The fact that I was still somehow around to understand that fact was... unexpected. I had imagined I would fade away in the darkness of her belly and that would be it.
 
Instead I was welcomed into a kind of sorority. Or, fraternity. Some kind of family, anyway. All the friends and spare daughters she'd eaten in her life, and all the males she'd eaten after they had impregnated her, they were still kind of... there. Like me.
 
Echoes in her mind. Toying with me, filling me with love while through Yelli's eyes I could still see the world. Through her skin I could still feel the shower, and through her stomach I could still feel the way my body settled and relaxed now that I was no longer in residence.
 
Her laughter filled me. [i]'Happy in there?'[/i]
 
I had no idea it would be like this, I told her. It was like being welcomed into a hot tub orgy. Everything was warm and comfortable, and utterly erotic. Confused visions of heaven fluttered through me.
 
[i]'It's a Torvarian psychic trick. So long as I'm alive, you'll still be with me... It won't be for long, darling. You'll fade away when I'm eaten, but I'm so glad you're with me[/i]
 
I sank into the embrace of my new family and knew that whatever happened next, I had made it home.
 
It's okay, I told her.
 
I couldn't wait to experience being eaten a second time.