In Space No One Can Hear You Gurgle
 
 
 
“We’ll soon arrive where the transmission is coming from,” Captain Kuttner announced to her crewmates. “Let’s start preparing for the landing, girls.”
 
 
 
As the other women of the Colonial Marine ship Harpy went to prepare themselves, captain Samantha “Sammy” Kuttner stood there where she was, reflecting while smoking a cigarette. Her female-only crew of marines went on a very tiring mission to colonize an alien planet, where more than half of her colleagues got eaten by the planet’s fauna, flora and intelligent habitants.
 
 
 
In the end that long and painful mission was a success, and now they had finally been allowed to go back home, back to Earth, when they caught a distress signal coming from some ship in an unknown moon. Just when the ten survivors of the colonizing mission thought that their work was over and were overcoming the grief for their dead friends, this transmission had to come and ruin everyone’s day. And they had no idea of what they’d find there: perhaps they would be too late to save anybody, perhaps they would themselves be in grave danger.
 
 
 
It was very worrisome indeed, but it was also part of their work, and they wanted to get paid for it. Besides, it probably was only going to be a small detour. If they found anyone alive in the ship, they would be a breath of fresh air for the Harpy, some new company for the gloomy women there. Maybe they’d find a man or men on the ship. Now that would be worth it!
 
 
 
Smiling at the thought of sex after so much time without it in the middle of space, Sammy Kuttner broke from her stupor and started preparing too. In an hour Harpy was landing on the unknown moon, and the women were dressing themselves to go out there and putting their helmets on.
 
 
 
Soon enough, the ten women were walking towards the derelict spaceship that sent the transmission, big weapons on their hands.
 
 
 
“This ship has a very strange shape,” Commented Melissa Campbell. “Can’t say I ever saw this model before.”
 
 
 
Now it’s about time to begin identifying the crew of the Harpy. The ten survivors of the colonizing mission were all very athletic and voluptuous women, with plentiful bosoms and big rears, but each had her own discerning features. Captain Sammy Kuttner was a sunburned Caucasian, with short curly black hair; Melissa Campbell was fair-skinned with straw-colored hair and big bright eyes; Mary Oshiwaka was a Japanese American brunette with a hime haircut; Tara Asimov, an Afro-American with curly, soft voluminous hair; the twins, Diana and Daniela Dick, who had pixie haircuts; Daria Wells, an Italian American with beautiful eyes and a Greek nose; Linda Bradbury, an eyepatch-wearing blonde; Natalie Verne, a brunette French American and Júlia Long, a Mexican American with short hair and bangs.
 
 
 
As those ten dames approached the ship, it opened on it’s own, scaring them. It was almost like it was beckoning them inside.
 
 
 
“Huh, suddenly I’m suspicious,” Said Tara. “What if it’s all a trap?”
 
 
 
“Maybe a survivor saw us getting near and opened the ship for us.” Mary deduced.
 
 
 
“Anyway, trap or not, let’s get inside!” Sammy Kuttner gave her order, and the group obeyed. Once inside, the opening closed behind them. They all felt shivers down their spines.
 
 
 
“Looks like the air inside the ship is breathable,” Announced Linda after checking it up with a small device.
 
 
 
Hearing that, the women pushed a button on their helmets that made it retract and disappear. They felt more comfortable this way.
 
 
 
“Still, no sight of life,” Daria said. “Or of whoever opened the ship for us, if such person exists.”
 
 
 
“This place is a damn labyrinth. Let’s separate in groups of two and try to find the crew members of this ship.”
 
 
 
“Right, captain.” Said the others, upon hearing the orders. The pairs were quickly decided and each followed through a different corridor.
 
 
 
“Shit, the farther we go in the corridor, the darker it gets!” Melissa Campbell complained to her pair, Mary Oshiwaka.
 
 
 
“Good thing our guns have their own flashlights.” The Japanese American said calmly, as she turned her’s on.
 
 
 
“Heh, forgot about that…” Melissa blushed and turned her light on too. She couldn’t help but be glad she came along Oshiwaka instead of any other girl: Mary’s calmness and composure would help herself to keep her head cool, even though Melissa was already getting the creeps.
 
 
 
They kept walking forward and it only got darker. Suddenly, Melissa stopped. She thought she was hearing the sound of something moving. Something…lurking stealthily.
 
 
 
“Hey Mary,” She whispered. “Did you hear that or I’m imagining things? Mary? M-Mary!”
 
 
 
Melissa looked around her in search of her friend, but there was no sign of her friend. Did she stay behind while Melissa kept obliviously going forward? The blonde started sweating. She was getting awful memories from the last mission: members of a group being forced to be all by themselves always died. Was Mary…no, not a smart woman like her!
 
 
 
The Marine was reassuring herself that she would see Mary Oshiwaka coming out of the shadows at any moment, and had managed to almost convince herself when something did come out of the intense darkness. Except it wasn’t Mary.
 
 
 
The eyeless creature was of a shiny black hue, and taller than Melissa when standing on two legs. It made an awful sound, like one of Earth’s crocodiles but infinitely worse, filled with a cold and hungry malignancy. The creature was still, but there was some movement coming from it’s body. Melissa’s eyes adjusted enough to the darkness to see that the alien had a distended belly filled with live prey that struggled uselessly to escape a fiendish demise.
 
 
 
“Mary,” Melissa said almost unconsciously. The monster approached her but she was paralyzed by shock. She never was the bravest Marine, and she never saw such a terrifying alien. Melissa felt that standing before her was the universe’s ultimate predator, born from some starless Tartarus where blind violence and hunger reigned supreme. Her weapon, forgotten before this horror, fell to the floor.
 
 
 
It was right in front of her now. It’s face was near Melissa’s. She could see the drool dripping from it’s hideous, almost human-looking mouth, but she was powerless to scream or run away. She was dead the moment it noticed her presence inside the ship.
 
 
 
But the horrors she would be forced to bear witness to before she met her doom weren’t over just yet. As the alien known as xenomorph opened it’s mouth,  Melissa expected to be quickly gobbled up whole just like Mary Oshiwaka before her, but instead she saw coming from that gaping maw a snake-like structure with a inner set of jaws!
 
 
 
“Oh God! No! Please, anything but that!” Melissa started to scream and shake, pale with fear as she understood what her fate was to be. But the predator was unable to feel pity or understand the suffering he was about to put this woman through. The xenomorph’s second mouth moved forward like a viper striking and it swallowed Melissa’s head, expanding and dislodging to be able to receive such large prey.
 
 
 
It kept going down with surprising speed and ease, expanding once again to swallow the Marine’s elbows. Her large breasts were next and after that it dealt with the rest of her torso and reached her hips. As it went down, the structure never stopped coming out of the alien’s larger mouth, and if before it didn't look that long, now it was as long as a serpent.
 
 
 
It expanded to deal with the woman’s ass and kept going down her legs. Finally, the secondary jaws closed around her boots and Melissa’s body was tightly and detailedly imprinted in that snake-like prison, her rack and backside making notorious bulges the alien sadly lacked the humanity to admire. It was suffocating and painful immobilization, and Melissa wasn’t able to move an inch. But she was able to scream and scream she did when she felt the second mouth retracting back to where it came from and taking her with it.
 
 
 
Her feet were distanced from the floor and her body was turned from a vertical position to a horizontal one, then she started being pushed by some sort of strong peristalsis towards a hole with a sphincter. It looked way too tight, but as her face was forced to press itself against it, the whole began to relax a bit to allow her head passage. It relaxed more and more so the rest of her body could make the trip, but it still was painful for Melissa.
 
 
 
Finally, she was dropped inside the xenomorph’s stomach. Mary was already lying on the acid pool, her clothes partially dissolved and the Japanese American either passing out of gone from this world (well, this moon) for good. Melissa’s entire body ached horribly, her muscles burned from the constriction they endured and the tight spaces they were forced to traverse. The Marine tried to move but found out that she was unable due to pain and exhaustion, so she was forced to stay in the position she fell: with her face pressed against Oshiwaka’s pillowy buttocks.
 
 
 
The stomach acids had eaten through Mary’s pants already, so her exposed as was surprisingly soft and comfy. It, plus several other factors, made Melissa get very sleepy.
 
 
 
“Good…bye…Mary…” Those were Melissa’s last words as she gently kissed her friend’s butt before dozing off into a sleep she would never wake up from.
 
 
 
The xenomorph got on all fours and started crawling somewhere else, it’s even larger belly rubbing against the floor and pressed against it. The pressure would help the alien break it's meal faster, not that the creature was in any hurry.
 
 
 
 
 
…
 
 
 
 
 
“Don’t let your guard down!” A very worried Tara Asimov scolded Natalie Verne upon seeing her picking her nose and looking quite aloof.
 
 
 
“Sure, mom,” Natalie rolled her eyes. “This ship is empty, for Christ’s sake! We don’t have to pretend we’re still in that hell hole of a planet!”
 
 
 
“Look Nat, I just want to help!” Tara stopped, turned back and lowered her weapon. “You know I would never forgive myself if something happened to y,”
 
 
 
Tara never managed to finish that phrase. When she began talking a vent cover fell from the ceiling, and while she was speaking a long black object came out of a newly opened vent right above her and entwined itself around her neck, pulling her upwards in the flash of an eye. Her entire body would have passed through the vent if it wasn't for her large butt getting stuck. Whatever had grabbed her clearly kept pulling though, for a strong pressure was being applied to make her ass fit through the hole.
 
 
 
“Was that a tail?! Oh shit, I got to help Tara while her cake is buying her time!” Natalie dropped her weapon and quickly rushed to her friend, grabbing her legs in a strong bear hug that accidently made her push her face right in-between Tara’s buttocks
 
 
 
Poor Tara struggled desperately as two opposing forces played tug of war with her voluptuous body. She prayed for Natalie to be able to push her down, because she didn’t think her neck would be able to sustain the pressure much longer, and having her neck broken by a sneaky alien’s tail wasn’t how she intended to go.
 
 
 
Natalie, on the other hand, was almost crying from the effort. Whoever was fighting her for Tara was one strong motherfucker, but she wouldn’t give up. Even if she passed out from exhaustion, she would keep pulling her crewmate down. That was just how Space Marines were!
 
 
 
But even though her vision was a bit foggy, Natalie could see something descending Tara’s body. Something dark that descended her friend’s body accompanied by a disturbing hissing sound. She thought she was hallucinating until it came close enough for her to notice that it was a mouth devouring Tara. But now it was too late, for it expanded and enveloped Natalie’s head as well. She screamed was she felt it descend her body alongside Tara’s. It would swallow both women at the same time!
 
 
 
She felt it engulfing her tits, her torso, her butt, even her legs. It was kept going. For both Marines it all felt like being dressed in cruelly tight black leather clothing. It pressed Natalie’s cranium violently against her friend’s huge ass, which almost smothered her to death. When it was finished enveloping her shoes, the French American felt her feet being lifted from the floor. She tried kicking but it was impossible to move. That snake-like appendage which was only the xenomorph’s tongue applied pressure to Tara’s backside until it wasn’t stuck in the air vent, but it made her buttocks’ grip on Natalie’s skull even stronger.
 
 
 
Soon Tara felt her entire body being painfully massaged as the peristalsis forced both her and Natalie upwards. It was a bit of a slow process, but eventually both made their ways through a very tight whole and fell down to a hellish cauldron filled with noxious vapors and deadly acids. The xenomorph was quite pleased with it’s meal, but it soon found out that it was hopelessly stuck in the air vent due to the large belly it now sported.
 
 
 
It would have to wait until the Marines where softer. Inside that awful prison, Tara Asimov screamed upon seeing what her ass had done to Natalie Verne, but in a gut no one can hear you scream.
 
 
 
 
 
…
 
 
 
 
 
“Shit Dani, see this mess?!” Diana asked her sister when both entered what looked like the ship’s medical room.
 
 
 
“I would have to be blind not to see this!” Was Daniela’s reply, and it was true. The room was in complete chaos, everything broken and strewn all over the floor. "There was some sort of struggle here.”
 
 
 
“And nasty one at that!” Diana picked up a shirt from the floor. “Look at this shit! There’s a hole right at this shirt’s chest!”
 
 
 
“Ew! That’s creepy! There’s several other shirts with holes too…hmmm…”
 
 
 
Just when the twins where chatting, a door opposite to them opened and a tall creature stepped in. Both looked at it with bulging eyes, before pointing their guns at the alien monstrosity.
 
 
 
“Sis! What the fuck is that?!” Diana screamed loudly.
 
 
 
“I don’t know, but let’s make it eat some bullets! See you in hell, motherfucker!!!”
 
 
 
Both women began to shoot irrationally and blindly. The xenomorph reacted quickly, leaping out of harm’s range as the sisters filled the room with holes. In all fours the monster crawled towards them, their shots going over him and missing almost comically. When the fiend was close enough of them it used a whip-like movement of it’s tail to disarm the Marines, then it got up on it’s two legs and pushed both women to the wall, holding each against it with a hand.
 
 
 
“Shit sis, looks like we’re goners!” Diana managed to give a nervous laugh as the trembled in terror.
 
 
 
“That’s a bit obvious, but it was a honor to serve alongside you, sist,” Daniela was interrupted when the xenomorph’s second mouth swallowed her head.
 
 
 
“Aw, come on! She was going to give an emotional speech! You greedy ass aliens never let us finish those!” Diana kept making snarky comments as the xenomorph engulfed and swallowed her sister. “Heck, you’re pretty skilled with that mouth of yours! Ever thought about giving head?”
 
 
 
The xenomorph turned it’s inhuman face towards Diana’s, it’s drool almost touching her face. She could feel the alien’s Daniela-stuffed gut sandwich her between it and the wall. The monster opened it’s mouth and a second mouth came from within, and…
 
 
 
A long and hearty belch hit her right in the face, splattering saliva all over it and unleashing upon her nostrils a poisonous acrid smell.
 
 
 
“Phew!” She turned her face, teary-eyed. “You fucking aliens have no eyes but somehow your planet’s Mother Nature still thought it would be a good idea to make you capable of burping! It’s fucking amazing, I tell you. In the planet we were before some alien ate a friend of mine and belched louder than sis does when she drinks beer! You fucking aliens…”
 
 
 
But the xenomorph was having nothing of that stupid, useless chit-chat. It’s second mouth swallowed Diana’s head and soon enough she was making company to her sister inside the creature’s belly.
 
 
 
“Sis, now that we are together again, why don’t you finish that beautiful speech you were going to give before you became this bad guy’s snack?” Diana said, gleefully.
 
 
 
“Don’t tell me I’ll have to kick the bucket while I’m stuck here with YOU of all people…” Daniela clenched her teeth, annoyed.
 
 
 
“Don’t be a meanie, Dani! Tell me, do you think that we’ll come out in the same log of shit or in separate ones?”
 
 
 
“Oh, shut the hell up, Diana! That’s not something you’d ask in a moment like this.
 
 
 
Luckily for the xenomorph, it didn’t care at all for the sisterly fighting going on inside it’s belly. Soon enough they would stop moving. Forever.
 
 
 
 
 
…
 
 
 
 
 
Júlia Long had managed to shoot the creature that had just eaten Daria Wells right in front of her, but as the hideous alien was in the process of running away, her shot hit it's leg instead of any vital organ, as she had wished.
 
 
 
“Mierda!” The Marine shouted upon seeing the alien’s ichor burn through the floor just like acid. “If this shit splatters at me when I shoot this fucker, it'll dig holes through me faster than I can react!”
 
 
 
The Mexican American began running towards where the thought the creature ran to. Ran with it’s belly full of Daria. Poor girl! Júlia wasn’t even going to risk opening the creature’s bely to get her crewmate out after seeing what the monster’s blood was capable of. Daria was as good as a goner, even though she still fought for freedom inside her captor. 
 
 
 
But Júlia couldn’t let it eat any other Marine! Even if it was too late for Daria, she wouldn’t still kill this son of a bitch before it caught the others! This was Júlia’s line of thought as she ran through endless corridors following her prey’s track: the holes left in the floor from the droplets of acid blood falling from it’s leg. Soon enough she’d find out who the prey really was.
 
 
 
The xenomorph had only ran away because it was caught off guard while enjoying a scrumptious victim. Now it was preparing to fight back against the morsel who had been quick enough on the trigger to injure it.
 
 
 
Júlia suddenly stopped. The track of holes didn’t go on, while instead a single massive hole was on her way. It took some time for her to understand what was going on and that was her downfall. Droplets of ichor fell from the ceiling and hit the weapon she was holding. Júlia let It go with a scream, and it melted right before her eyes. She gulped, and slowly looked up. A huge black form was on the ceiling, like a giant insect. The xenomorph’s second mandible attacked with the speed of a rattlesnake’s strike, and Júlia Long’s world grew dark.
 
 
 
Soon Daria Wells had company inside her prison, and both women drew their last breaths together as the alien’s digestive system destroyed their meaty bodies.
 
 
 
 
 
…
 
 
 
Captain Kuttner and Linda Bradbury stared at the two xenomorphs they had just blasted into bits, watching in sheer horror and revulsion as their acidic ichor ate through the floor.
 
 
 
“This really was a trap, after all,” Sammy reflected. “I just wonder who sent us the distress signal. Those aliens don’t look sapient, but perhaps it was them…”
 
 
 
“We’ve got to find the others and get the fuck out of here. Those bastards were acting like they intended to eat us, and I doubt those two are the only on-CAPTAIN, GET OUT!” Linda pushed Samantha aside just as a black shape jumped into her.
 
 
 
The captain fell to the floor, and looking at her crewmate saw that she was being pushed against the wall. The otherworldly daemon was making a loud hissing sound as it opened it's toothy mouth, a second mouth coming from within the first and getting uncomfortably close to the blonde’s face.
 
 
 
Samantha looked around from either her gun or Linda’s. Her gun fell too near the two alien corpses and was destroyed by the acid, but Linda’s was just near the feet of the monster who was holding her hostage. If the captain could just get near enough to it without being noticed…
 
 
 
The xenomorph's second mandible swallowed Linda’s head. The Marine was trembling all over, but she didn’t scream. She was breathing loudly as she tried to keep calm even though she knew she was a goner. Linda had even forgotten that her captain was still around, all hope for salvation having left her mind upon seeing the creature’s jaws open. The second mandible kept swallowing her in an almost gleeful manner that showed that it was enjoying her.
 
 
 
It had managed to engulf her boobs when it noticed the other human silently crawling towards the fallen gun. Sammy was stretching her arm to get it. So near…
 
 
 
Samantha screamed as she felt her arm being immobilized by the xenomorph’s powerful tail. The monster would deal with her later, it had a meal to finish right now. It’s second mouth was already down to Linda’s thighs, and a completely powerless Sammy was forced to watch as she was devoured alive when salvation was within an arm’s reach.
 
 
 
How many more Marines would she have to lose?! Weren’t the comrades who got eaten on the colonized planet enough?! She missed her own ship, she missed Earth, she missed her home and family. Space was Hell, and she was tired of it!
 
 
 
Linda was completely covered by the second mandible, and the xenomorph began retracting it alongside it’s live content. Soon, a disgusted Samantha watched the creature’s belly grow larger, then it turned to face her. She was next.
 
 
 
Captain Sammy Kuttner spat on the alien, trying to put a strong face even though she was terrified down to her bones.
 
 
 
“Do your worse.”
 
 
 
The xenomorph opened it’s mouth, and it’s inner mandible hungrily lunged forward.
 
 
 
 
 
…
 
 
 
 
 
Sammy was wrong when she thought that the xenomorphs sent the distress signal as a trap. It was a trap alright, but it had been the work of the ship’s own AI. The ship originally worked for the corporation Weyland-Yutani with the task to transport some xenomorph eggs to Earth. Sadly, there was an outbreak of facehuggers and the entire crew was wiped out and converted into the xenomorphs the Marines found, and them the ship crashed into an unknown moon.
 
 
 
But the ship’s AI to fulfill, so it sent a distress signal so somebody would show up to transport it’s contents back to Earth. The crew of the Harpy just wasn’t up to the test and so, of the ten Marines that entered the ship, none came back alive.
 
 
 
Eaten almost simultaneously and digested by the xenomorphs in less than an hour, the ten women were now sludge being pumped into the aliens’ bowels, where absorption of nutrients and water would take even less time than digestion.
 
 
 
The xenomorphs gathered in the ship’s largest room so they could do what they had to do comfortably. One’s body felt weird after being stuck in the vent, other was still recovering from the wound on it’s leg. One the aliens crassly and nonchalantly belched a wet, half-digested eyepatch.
 
 
 
Their large guts were reduced to round potbellies, and they had gained weight: mostly around their hips and backside, giving them curiously human pear shapes. Loud cacophony coming from their insides, the xenomorphs raised their tails and crouched, then began to loudly release what was left of the Harpy’s crew.
 
 
 
It was by no means a quick process, since each alien was filled with two humans worth of poisonous dung. When they were done it was a relief almost as satisfying than eating the Marines in the first place.
 
 
 
Each monster had released a massive pile adorned with skulls and bones, bits of hair and even some metallic parts of equipment that survived the long voyage through a xenomorph’s organism. The aliens simply walked away from their crap, prepared to wait dormant for how long necessary until more prey showed up.
 
 
 
And the ship’s AI began sending the distress signal once again. It would keep doing so no matter how many people lost their lives to the xenomorphs, until somebody was able to take them to Earth. Needless to say that the aliens would be well fed for a long time.