title: Tight Fit aliases: [] tags: [FA] author: [VividLucidity] id: [46306619] date: 星期一, 十一月 14日 2022, 4:10:12 下午 modified: 星期一, 十一月 14日 2022, 4:25:54 下午

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Tight Fit

Author: VividLucidity Source: Tight Fit (RP Logs)

Macro/micro, shrinking turian, F/F vore, full tour, scalie dragon alien, M/F, foreskin play, musk stuff, clothing play

The female turian let out a sigh. Tetra Silvus was stationed at the site of a major find - a derelict prothean ship, sitting in space for what was probably several millennia. The hierarchy uncovered the find when a frigate on a routine patrol called it in. Given the remote location near the edges of the Apien Crest system, it was surprising the vessel hadn't been located sooner. While this area of space wasn't considered unexplored by any means, the darkened area remained empty most of the time.

The ship itself wasn't large, the find itself being a lightly armed frigate. Given the asteroid field she found herself in, it wasn't surprising that someone didn't attempt retrieval sooner. Tetra took delight in the history though. She'd been on spacewalks for most of her life and explorations like this made her life all that much more exciting. With her shoddy, miniscule craft parked near one of the smaller asteroids, the turian made her way towards the rear of the ship. Given how old the ship was, it had clearly seen better days. The back housed an empty vehicle bay of some sort, with the locks that held the doors in place corroded to the point of nonexistence. Tetra marvelled at the craft and its ancient design, adjusting the movement jets on her suit to take her into the bay. She landed with a soft thud, wasting no time to look around. The ship itself didn't have any design she'd ever seen before. While the craft was easily large enough to classify as a frigate, the architecture suggested a drone instead, loaded with a hangar bay for remotely automated vehicles.

Tetra flared her mandibles into a smile. This must've been a drone the protheans sent to research new species for cataloguing. As the turian looked around, growing more shocked with her discovery, the large weapon on the roof of the bay monitored her movements, following her every step. The weapon, more accurately a size miniaturization ray, deemed the turian a valid sample, and in one final act of working service, the ray fired, hitting Tetra before it exploded. For the turian, she'd been exploring the bay before she heard a loud noise and the resulting surroundings around her faded to black.

VL:

The flash of light that was noticed by Veera, making her cock an eye arch. The female turian was also visiting the ship, having parked her small craft a little ways away in the asteroid field. She wore a tight, light blue space suit, with a curved pane of transparent material right before her face. A small backpack held her life support and thrusters. Having seen the flash of light, she started to move towards it. She knew she wasn't alone, she saw the other craft parked, and heard that someone was coming over to investigate it. Veera heard all the same herself which was why she was here, to just take a look. Nobody said she couldn't, after all.

"Perhaps that other turian did something? Might as well look." She thought, breath echoing in her ears. Kicking herself off a nearby floating asteroid, she floated the last of the distance to the lip of the bay. Gripping the lip she looked over the edge, yet found nothing. Nobody else either. However, up near the top there appeared to be some kind of large ray type device. The ray looked definitely inoperable however, and a faint cloud of dust and small debris underneath it. Pushing herself forwards, she floated towards the now disabled ray. Completely unaware of the tiny, one centimetre (half inch) tall turian floating amongst the dust, who would now see Veera floating straight towards her...

Tetra quickly recovered after her sudden blackout. She'd only been unconscious for a few seconds, but all seemed well. The turian checked her oxygen and all functions in her suit. All seemed normal. With a sigh, she let out a small smile, flaring her mandibles as she looked around to observe her surroundings. Truth be told, she had no idea where she was. The area she found herself in was massive in scale and she found it difficult to see the far out stars. Did she activate a teleport on accident? She mused over the idea, pondering the thought as she floated around to figure out what was going on. For one thing, she was cold. Much colder than she was previously, like she was losing body heat. The feeling was unpleasant.

With the newfound chill, Tetra decided to head back to her ship. She had a set of heavy exploration gear in the pilot equipment locker and figured that'd come in handy. Upon turning around to head back, the turian came face to face with a massive creature.

"Spirits!" She yelled, started by the appearance of the creature. Was this a new form of sentient life? Tetra gasped. Was she going to make first contact? This wasn't something she'd prepared for, given she'd signed up to research the vessels of a long dead race. But as she examined the large creature coming her way, she squinted at the silhouette. Why did this creature look almost...turian?

The face of Veera would just be able to be glimpsed from underneath her reflective visor, yet it wasn't focused on tiny Tetra, but on the strange ray itself. Closer and closer Veera came, yet she did not bump into her. Instead, she would watch the entire vastness of her form gently, gracefully drift past her as she grabbed onto the ray itself, giving it a look over. Tetra herself was around the midway up her body, right to the side of her hips.

Completely unaware of the tiny turian, Veera began to look and peer closely at the device. It appeared to have been used and damaged recently. Was this the other turian's doing?

Tetra peered at the massive creature a little longer, taking in its shape. From head to toe, it didn't take the turian long to realize that this massive creature actually is a turian. Then that meant...oh no. That flash of white had to be a miniaturization ray, maybe something the protheans used to collect organic samples? At this point, Tetra didn't care. She just wanted to reverse the process. Just as she came to her senses, the massive turian flew closer to her, moving with a purpose and clearly not aware that she was there. Tetra turned around. This turian, a female, was looking over the weapon that shrank her. Upon setting her eyes on it, her heart sank....the ray was destroyed. Horrified by this series of revelations, the tiny turian used her precision jump jets to fly towards the other turian. This new turian was her only hope. She made it an effort to fly directly in their sight path, waving her arms up and down to try and get her attention. "Spirits, please help me!" She screamed, desperate to get the attention of the larger female.

Of course, her screams would do nothing, not out in the vacuum of space. But when she drifted into view, that did something. The eyes unfocused for a moment, before settling on her. Veera herself froze as soon as she saw the tiny individual. She didn't know what to think, a tiny ... person? Pausing for a moment, her eyes went wide as she took in the tiny creature, before she composed herself once more. Still, while Tetra knew Veera was a turian, the opposite wasn't true.

With one hand on the device, the other swept through the cosmos before gently plucking her up by the midsection, by the very tips of her gloved fingers. Two massive digits, each wider than she was tall, and covered in a grooved, grippy surface. Veera plucked the tiny specimen out of the air and brought her right before her vast face. The finer details of her face were hard to spot behind the reflective glass. There were just two eyes peering from behind the reflective glass, just out of sight, just out of view, like the eyes of a quarian. After a few moments of peering, she settled on the realisation: this was a turian too.

"What ... who are you?" She asked. Tetra would feel the vibrations of her voice ripple through her suit, but Veera hoped that whoever this tiny turian was, they had kept their radio open on common frequencies. "What happened to you, why are you so ... small?"

The idea of being tiny was hard enough on Tetra. Being held in the fingers of her fellow turian like an insect just made things that much worse for her. She swallowed the uneasy feeling for the time being, hoping this turian could help her. She waved her arms around in the air momentarily to signal that she was also turian, something the larger being soon seemed to realize. Shortly after, she heard a voice coming through on her comm.

"What...who are you? What happened to you, why are you so...small?"

The larger turian's voice vibrated throughout her entire body, it's rhythm a powerful feeling as it shook the tiny being to her carapace. She swallowed, patching in her own comm so she could talk with the titan.

"Thank the spirits there's another turian here!" She said, relief filling her voice. "I came to investigate this ship as part of a research expedition when that weapon on the roof shrank me! It blew up after it fired and now I'm stuck like this! Can you help me fix this? I need to get back to my normal size!" She said, moving around in the massive turian's talons. The textured feel of the gloves felt strange against her tiny body.

"Ah, so you're that other one dispatched to here, okay, okay." Veera said, adopting a more relaxed stance. Upon hearing what she said about the 'weapon' though, she looked upwards. "That weapon up there?" She said, pointing to it. "That's definitely not in working condition right now, I'm afraid."

With that, she pushed back slightly. She was adept in zero gravity, pushing off just enough and using her jets just enough to leave her floating in the middle. With a gentle rotation, she stretched back as if lounging on a chair, with tiny Tetra held just above her chest.

"So, it looks like you might be stuck this way for a while now..." She muttered. Having increased the transparency of her visor, tiny Tetra would now be able to see her relaxed look. She seemed very nonchalant about this.

Tetra looked from the broken weapon to the turian, letting out a defeated sigh. She didn't appreciate how nonchalant this turian was, but she was a titan and Tetra wasn't; best not to upset her possible saviour. She was still in the massive turian's grip as the titan adjusted herself, with herself being held above the massive being's chest. She could see the past the visor now and observed her relaxed look. It irked the tiny turian slightly how uncaring this giant was.

"...stuck..?" She said quietly, looking at the other turian's face. In that moment, she felt herself getting cold again. The large turian's fingers helped keep warm, but being held in such a way exposed her to a larger amount of space.

"Well, unless you can think of some other way to unshrink you, then yep, you are definitely stuck at your current size. Maybe there's something else on this craft that reverse this ... but it's not like I can just leave you to drift here, can I? Place like this could be dangerous for someone as small as you..."

Tetra let out a defeated sigh. Held between the massive turian's digits, she knew deep down that she was right. Tetra didn't stand a chance on her own, especially at this size. She already felt herself getting colder than before and she knew it'd start to show soon.

With a small grumble, the micro turian slowly nodded at the one who held her. It was a surreal feeling being held above a turian's chest, especially at this size. Even with the suit on, it did little to hide the several divots and creases that made up this turian's carapace...and abs. Still scared out of her mind and high on her fight or flight response though, she conceded, not wanting to be left here tiny, scared, and alone. "No... No I suppose you can't..."

"Yep~ Now I don't think I can just put you in one of my pockets, and I could take you back to my ship ... but I still have this ship to explore. But don't worry, I've got another option."

With that, she reached over with her free hand to tap at her omni tool. Suddenly, a blue, slightly transparent forcefield with a hexagon pattern come down over the front of her visor, before the visor itself pulled away, revealing her actual face. It was a rather new addition to some of the more advanced suits, a forcefield that could replace the visor, allowing the ingression of solids, while gasses stayed in. Tetra might wonder what it was all for ... before it became suddenly clear as Veera tossed her forwards, sending her spiralling towards the shield ... and the smirking face behind it.

Tetra didn't have time to admire it even observe the forcefield in the turian's helmet before she was flung forward and straight towards it. The tiny turian was caught completely off guard, flailing her limbs around in sheer panic given how fast she'd been going. Apparently, the clever prothean weapon figured out how to take size and mass, leading to Tetra actually being relatively light. Physics said it was impossible, but the dreaded weapon found a way to defy both matter and physics. After a few seconds spanned over what felt like an eternity, Tetra crossed through the helmet's visor shields, slamming right into the massive turian's smirking face. She really didn't like how much this turian seemed to enjoy herself.

With some difficulty, Tetra began climbing the titan's face, using the numerous ridges and plates to climb towards her left eye. The tiny turian waved before jumping off her face to float around in this turian's helmet. It was a ... tight fit to say the least. There was very little room to maneuverer around, but at least it was warmer - at the expense of the air smelling like this turian's hot breath.

"I feel like I'm getting in the way in here," she said, glancing at the massive turian's eye. "Do you think you could look for a cure to my predicament while you explore the ship?" She asked calmly, hoping this turian would help her.

The visor closed behind her with the forcefield turning off soon after, leaving her completely sealed within the environment. Her suit's internal oxygen supply should keep the hot breath out, unless it automatically opened to external air when detected, although the breath would still push on her body like strong, hot winds. Fresh with the humidity and condensation from within her body too.

There wasn't much room to move at all, with only about 2cm (one inch) of space between the tip of her nose and the glass. The titan's vast gaze looked down towards the climbing tiny, before she was left floating in the mid air.

"If I find it, I'll let you know." She whispered, careful not to speak too loud, before gently thrusting forwards. Of course, acceleration was still in play, meaning that as Veera moved, Tetra stayed still, and thus landed amongst her left cheek. The slipperiness meant she drifted down towards her mandibles. Thankfully, a tight rubber seal around Veera's neck saved her from having to explore the body down there. But as Veera continued to move, Tetra would find herself dragged this way and that.

"You okay down there?"

Tetra found it difficult to keep still. She tried to hang on to various parts of this turian's face with little success. Since the titan kept moving and this was a zero gravity environment, Tetra was completely at the mercy of this giant's movements. The subtle movements of her head were much more noticeable, the faint twitch of the giant's green eyes, and the calculated movements of her mandibles. The tiny turian unwillingly flew around the helmet and into the turian's neck seal. Afterwards, she finally found purchase on the titan's cheek, holding on as best as she could to counteract her movements.

"I'm alright. It's a bit cramped in here, but you probably have the worst of it. Spirits, I don't even know your name and I'm holding onto your face!" She said, laughing nervously at the absurdity of her situation so far. The laughter died down rather quickly as she tried to recall the events that happened with more clarity. Seeing this turian first appear was terrifying, and being held in this turian's fingers like she was an insect was disconcerting. And now she was quite literally in the helmet of this turian, holding onto her face. "...how small am I?" She asked gently.

As Veera grabbed a wall to stop herself, Tetra would find herself dragged forwards from momentum, threatening to be flung against the glass. Yet Veera slowed down gently, allowing Tetra to hold on. Now by a wide, electrical panel, she scanned across it, slowly pushing herself along. Her eyes drifted from the panel to the tiny figure against her cheek, while she was at the very edge of her vision, she could just about see her. From Veera's perch, she would just be able to make out the glinting of her right eye, from beyond the hill and rise of the cheek.

"I'd say you're about one centimetre tall, there abouts. So you're tiny, but I'm sure you knew that already." Clinging onto her cheek, Tetra was now shaken from side to side from the motions as she spoke. "Name's Veera, and I don't mind too much, no. If you do, well, I've always got other places I could put you~"

Tetra hung on Veera's cheek, keeping herself in place so she didn't fly around again like before. She wanted to be as little of an inconvenience as possible for the larger turian, so she did her best to stay out of the way, despite hanging on her face. The tiny turian stretched herself slightly as she glanced behind her to view what was happening outside. Veera's movements were practiced and elegant, something she found surprising. The large turian clearly had practice and numerous hours with EVA and space walks. Tetra turned to meet Veera's face afterwards, slowly taking in her appearance. She was certainly a pretty turian and had an air of confidence about her.

It was hard to keep her balance when Veera talked though. The massive turian's mandibles moved around, throwing her legs off the macro's cheek as she swayed in the limited helmet space. She listened to the large turian's words, taking them in despite the reduced size of her earholes. Once centimetre... She was stuck at one centimetre. Tetra's expression paled, even more so after listening to the commentary following her size revelation. While the idea of size altering technology was interesting in and of itself, she didn't enjoy the idea of being the sole subject. Veera, while her saviour for the time being, certainly wasn't helping matters. Tetra's neck turned a dark shade of blue.

"Once centimetre... Spirits..." She let out a defeated sigh. "My name's Tetra Silvus; I'm a technology researcher. I wish we could've met under better circumstances, Veera. For now, I'll, uh...stick to the helmet," she said sheepishly.

"Hey, maybe you'll be able to help research some of this tech? You'll be able to get into the smaller bits at least~" Veera couldn't help but chuckle slightly at that, and coupled with a backwards motion of the head, that was enough to knock her from her perch. Tetra drifted a short distance before being hitting the glass, bouncing off it slightly yet staying in place. She was right before Veera's pursed lips, two massive eyes peering down upon her.

"Hmm, this isn't going to work if you keep bouncing around." She said. While she was still whispering, the hot air buffeted her, pressing her against the glass more and more. She'd be able to feel the condensation bead against her. Veera looked to the side, before her eyes widened slightly as she had an idea. "I know, this'll keep you still~"

And with that, her mouth opened. The dark blue mouth opened wide, a glint of light reflected from a metal panel casting it in full light. It was an absolute cavern to tiny Tetra, with floating beads of spit hanging in the space. Her blue forked tongue quivered in the middle, while her awaiting throat hung at the very back. She would have a moment to look however before the tongue surged forwards, filling her world with blue, and then ... splat.

The tongue wetly splatted against her body, smothering and covering her in an instant. She was pressed and smooshed against the glass by the massive tongue, the short distance meaning it could press its full weight against her and cover her fully. The spit quickly coated her entire body, making her feel as if she was underwater. She could no longer see Veera, only outside now.

Tetra froze upon seeing Veera's maw. It was bad enough to feel the moist condensation from when the massive turian was breathing on her, but to see the intricate details inside her mouth? It was something else to say the least. The way the spit floated in the air and shined on the slimy walls, her throat extending on into a dark tunnel of vast nothingness, and her tongue moving around in a predatory motion set the tiny turian on edge. It was a sight to behold, and since turians were natural predators, this was commonly the last sight most small creatures on her home planet saw. For the first time in history, Tetra could confidently say that she felt like prey - and with good reason.

The tongue lunged forward, pinning her pathetic form to the glass visor of Veera's helmet. Spit coated her tiny self, spreading over and into every available part and crevice of her space suit. She felt the full force of the tongue against her and was shocked by just how powerful it was. Tetra gasped, unable to move her head as Veera's tongue forcefully held her in place. All she could do was look outside, given how tightly the slimy appendage kept her secured in place.

"Spirits Veera! What are you doing?!" she gasped, the force of the tongue on her form making it hard to breathe. Truth be told, in addition to the lacking air flow and the massive tongue holding her hostage, she was slowly starting to get scared of Veera.

Veera didn't reply with words, instead giving a breathy moan that sent a fresh wave of condensation against the glass. The moan pressed the tongue in deeper, pinning her in place utterly and completely, leaving her unable to move, before it relented slightly. The tongue then slowly dragged upwards, with Tetra half stuck to the glass, half stuck to the tongue. She would feel her back rise from the sticky pressure, smearing her front across the glass in long, gooey strands of saliva.

But eventually, bit by bit, she would feel the overwhelming pressure come off her body. First her ankles, then her knees, then her waist, before it came off her entirely with a loud, wet slurp. She was still glued to the glass, long strands smearing and sticking to her, while large droplets the size of her head hung around her. The air was still thick and steamy. Veera smirked before pursing her lips and blowing, sending a wave of hot breath across her once more, with the droplets crashing across her body.

"Just keeping you stuck in one place, that's all~ Should keep you there for a while..."

As if to prove a point, she tilted her head to look elsewhere, lurching Tetra's gut yet keeping her in one place. She'd feel the strands stretch around her, so while she was glued there, she wasn't stuck there completely.

Tetra, still waiting for the tongue to completely remove itself, felt immediate relief when the weight the organ exerted released from her body. The saliva was there to stay though, with the gooey strands keeping her firmly stuck in place on the expansive visor. The tiny turian had served in the military, went on several different combat missions, had large portions of her life upended, lived through the deaths of squadmates, and had stared down the barrel of many guns, but never in her entire life did Tetra feel as scared as when Veera's tongue forced her against the visor. Being small, while having its uses and being scientifically fascinating, is a trying experience. She gloomly reminded herself that she might be like this a while - she didn't want to think about the possibility of this size change being permanent.

Droplets of saliva as large as her head hung around her as the tongue unlatched from her form. She tried to move to limited success. While the tongue itself returned to Veera's maw, the saliva it left behind kept her planted. Tetra thought over the experience for a moment while the larger turian spoke. Sure, the idea made sense in some capacity, but she had this nagging feeling in her head. Veera hadn't done this quickly - she took her time planting her tongue on her, savouring the moment almost. The tiny turian turned around to look at Veera. She was smirking.

Looking at the large turian as she started moving around, Tetra tried to turn herself around so her body could face Veera. She was no longer interested in the prothean relic and instead, wanted to keep her attention focused solely on the larger turian.

"A warning would've been nice," she finally responded. With a sigh, she tried to unstick herself again, but didn't have much luck. On the bright side, while the larger turian moved around, Tetra was kept held firmly in place. She supposed saliva had some advantages at this size. "How long are you planning on keeping me stuck like this anyway?"

"Heh, sorry. But hey, you're in one place now, aren't you?" She said with a shrug, kicking off a wall to look elsewhere. For an instant, the acceleration would leave Tetra feeling as if she was stuck to the ceiling ... with Veera's massive face looming below her. Her massive face, with glimpses of the blue depths of her mouth visible as she talked. Concerningly, the saliva felt as if it was fraying, with a few droplets falling away from her. They never reached Veera's face however, not before another deceleration made them fall back across Tetra's body like rain.

"And however long it takes for me to find whatever you need to get unshrunken." She said nonchalantly, eyes moving off Tetra to look elsewhere around the derelict ship.

"Unless," she began, still not looking down at her. "You wanna stick around in one of my external pockets. How long does the air in your suit last anyway? It a good model?"

Tetra hated the moments when gravity pulled her towards Veera's maw. During each of those moments, she saw portions of her life fly by like a daydream. Perhaps it was the universe's sick idea of a joke. While she never managed to fully free herself from Veera's saliva strands, she felt herself getting close. However, having the saliva rain back onto her after gravity adjustments made escape all that much harder. She gloomily accepted that she'd probably remain stuck to the turian's visor for quite some time.

It was nice to hear Veera had an interest in returning her to normal size though. In the moments Tetra wasn't scared of her, she appreciated the larger turian's focused, if nonchalant, manner. Then the matter of her suit was brought up.

"My suit? It's pretty good. Scraped up what little funds the hierarchy doesn't take in taxes to buy it for expeditions. Never had much money, but it's the nicest piece of kit I own. Its durable - you, uh... already tested that. And the air capacity is pretty good. I've been here for about three hours now, so I'd say that if I watched my breathing a little bit, I'd have around 21 hours of air left." Tetra thought it over a bit. "I wouldn't mind an external pocket."

"24 hours huh? Pretty good indeed. You'd probably be able to last the whole trip and then some in my external pocket..." Veera began, still not looking down at her tiny passenger. She paused to look elsewhere; most likely Tetra get up some hope she wouldn't have to stay in here.

"...if not for the whole heat issue. My suit's got pretty good insulation, so you'd probably freeze out there, sorry. Didn't bring any heat vessels with me. But you said your suit is pretty good, right? What's it like for hazardous environments? It could handle that Prothean ray, so I'd say it's pretty good for letting you go for a trip to Eletania?"

Tetra felt her hopes plummet when the offer to leave Veera's helmet retracted itself almost immediately. Unfortunately though, Veera was right. Even with the high quality heating system, insulation, and padding in her suit, the shrinking process made it so her body no longer kept it's heat like it used to. She couldn't keep herself warm no matter how hard she tried. Exposure to low temperatures would result in her death in minutes. As much she didn't want to admit this, staying in Veera's helmet would be the best for her safety.

Upon the mention of Eletania, Tetra frowned. That planet was known for its deception. It looked like a garden Eden, the perfect place to establish a colony, but the air was filled with bacteria. It was toxic under normal circumstances to levo amino species, but to a dextro species like turians? They'd be dead immediately after landing.

"Eletania? Yeah, my suit can handle it. It normally can't, but I figured I'd have to venture down there sometime on my expedition, so I took precautions. The bacteria in the air down there is hyper lethal to turians. If you plan on going down there Veera, please be careful."

Tetra's face plates scrunched in confusion. She was curious what Veera would want down on Eletania, but figured she'd find out soon enough.

"Fortunately, the planet has gravity, so I won't be floating in front of your face the whole time. With Eletania, you take what you can get," she said with a shrug, still completely coated in Veera's saliva and stuck on her visor.

"Oh no no no, I've got no plans to go there. Just using it as an example, that's all." She said with a smile. Having looked at this side of the bay, which was opposite to the opening, and finding nothing, she was already looking elsewhere. Tetra swayed from side to side as Veera looked around, loosening the strands even further.

"So don't worry about a thing, you'll be just fi-"

With that, Veera kicked off the far panel with the most amount of force yet, sailing towards the open portion of the bay. The strands holding Tetra strained from the acceleration ... and then snapped.

Meaning for Tetra, she was dangling above Veera's face with nothing holding her up anymore.

Right as Veera's mouth was open wide in speech.

In no time at all, she plummeted past the open lips and into the open mouth, being consumed by the darkness almost instantly. In reflex, Veera's tongue raised upwards to stop her from falling into the throat, making her slide and smear across the spit soaked tongue. Unfortunately, this meant that Veera closed her mouth in shock, plunging her into total darkness. Wet slurps and schlks echoed all around tiny Tetra as the tongue pushed her to the front, squeezing her between the soft upper palate and the even softer tongue.

Tetra tried to find purchase on the visor, clawing with her talons to get a grip. Veera's open maw sat below her, the wide entrance showing off the internals of an apex predator in all their glory. Tetra reminded herself that this was what all turian mouths looked like, even hers, in an attempt to calm down. It only worked somewhat.

In a matter of seconds, the saliva she'd hated was now something she found herself wanting back, as she started falling backwards towards her open mouth.

The transition was almost instant, with Tetra encased in darkness. She didn't know how to feel about her current situation, wiggling and fighting around in the damp cavern of Veera's carnivorous maw. It didn't take too long for the tiny turian to get reacquainted with the tongue that held her against the visor earlier. The slithering muscle, likely on orders from surprise and Veera's gag reflex, pushed her from the back of the throat to the front of the maw. Tetra could see a faint glimmer of light on the outside beyond the lips. She crawled over the large blanket of tongue and moved around a few of her teeth to get to the entrance, pushing at the larger turian's cartilage lips from the inside.

Such crawling would be difficult however, with the spit coating every surface, and every surface moving constantly. Wherever she went there was more spit, with globules floating in the zero gravity of the maw to burst against her, whenever she hit it. Eventually however she would see light once more as the lips opened slightly, letting her see light once more ... before they closed again, and the tongue wetly splatted against her underside. With little thought or care she was pressed against Veera's right cheek, before she opened her mouth.

"Oh, sorry about that." She said, with the same nonchalant nature. Now Tetra would see everything in the maw moving in much greater detail, the tongue wetly slapping just a few centimetres away from her. More spit was knocked around. "Bad timing, I guess. But at least now you're in one place~"

Tetra found herself forced into the larger turian's right cheek, Veera's massive tongue holding her in place. She found it easier to breathe now, since the cheek cartilage had more give than the helmet's hard visor, although not by much. Through her concentrated breaths, the tiny turian took a moment to look around her surroundings. Veera's maw made her nervous, and for good reason. Tetra's new size made everything more hazardous and at only 1cm, she felt extremely vulnerable, especially now. The massive muscle that was Veera's tongue occupied most of the maw, slimey saliva pooling out of it as it coated both the maw and her form in a new layer of the stuff. The walls of the maw were shining from the minimal light outside the cartilage lips, reflecting on the dangerously sharp teeth, all of which could easily crush and tear her 'durable' suit. And at the back of the maw was the throat - the thought of it made Tetra shudder. She'd taken her own maw for granted, and even laughed when her more lively meals recoiled when brought near it. However, when presented to her at this scale, she felt a primal fear within her that shouldn't belong in an apex predator. She didn't want to go anywhere near that throat.

Veera's insistence on keeping her still were understandable, but Tetra didn't particularly like her methods. After the time they spent together so far, the tiny turian could only describe her as...efficient. Her ideas got results, despite how humiliating they were to those affected. Sticking Tetra to the helmet visor with her tongue and currently, being stuck in her maw while being constricted by the same said tongue, were a horrible experience that Tetra admitted, albeit begrudgingly, worked and kept her secured. She continued pushing against the tongue though, despite Veera's insistence that she stay put within her maw. She really didn't like being inside the larger turian's mouth, especially when Veera found amusement in her inconvenience.

"Veera! For spirits sake, let me out!" she yelled, trying to drown out the sounds of the slushing saliva going through her comms. The tongue remained firmly in place, however, as the massive turian traversed the zero gravity environment.

"Let you out?" She asked, grabbing the bay's lip, bringing her to a stop. Momentum dragged her forwards, through the open teeth until she slapped against the back of the lips. As they opened to talk, hot breath would push her forwards, while the lips slapped against her.

"You're pretty safe and stable in here, aren't you? You're not floating around and distracting me, distracting me from finding something to unshrink you, might I add."

Thankfully, a bob of her head forwards kept her just behind the lips, right in front of the tongue. Yet she was still drifting forwards with every breath.

"It's the best place for you, really, and the worst you've got so far is some spit on your suit.

Besides, your suit is pretty good, so what's the worst that can happen?"

Tetra let out a sigh, rubbing the saliva that gathered over her visor off her face. "It's pretty good at protecting the wearer the same way a skycar is pretty good at protecting passengers in a crash, Veera. Great on the first try and holds up on the second, but it can't keep taking relentless punishment. It's not as good as it used to be either since it shrank with me," she said, growling irritably. "So forgive me if I'm not as confident in my suit's protective properties."

With a grumble, she kept herself in place within Veera's maw. She still didn't like the idea of being in the moist cavern, but it was a relief that her tongue wasn't holding her down now; she figured the larger turian didn't realize how much pressure she exerted with it, and Veera wasn't exactly gentle. To soothe her nerves, Tetra decided to head to the cartilage lips, looking out the small hole to see what her captor was up to.

Veera was still exploring the derelict prothean observation drone. From Tetra's current size, the drone seemed much more impressive than previously. It was a fascinating piece of machinery. If she'd been told this morning that she'd be shrunken down to one centimetre and forced to remain in the maw of another turian, she'd laugh that person out of the room. Now? She figured life couldn't get more ridiculous. After all, from what she saw and heard of the larger turian's mannerisms, Veera seemed to enjoy Tetra's company, at least in the sense that she found the tiny turian amusing.

Veera couldn't help but roll her eyes at that. "Yes I'm aware that your suit shrunk down, although I can't help but imagine what would happen if it didn't. I'd probably try and put it on, I wonder where you'd end up...~"

She zoned out for a few moments, conversation going idle and her gaze unfocusing as she thought about the concept, before refocusing on the world once more. Feeling Tetra press against the back of her lips, she couldn't help but gently press against her with the tip of her tongue. Which, due to the size difference, was a lot less gentle than she would've liked, pressing Tetra against her now closed lips. She opened them again to talk.

"And don't you worry, I'm fairly certain smaller things are more durable, less mass and all that." With Veera's breath blasting her across the back, Tetra was pushed out of the open lips, now out in the helmet once more. Now soaked in spit, but at least out of the dark, blue depths. She floated in the halfway point between the lips and the glass.

"Now lets get you back in so you stop distracting me." And with that, she opened her lips wide ... and sucked. The breath tugged on her body in reverse, and in no time at all, she was sucked back past those open lips. The tongue was raised and ready for her, Tetra slapping into the underside wetly, before it came down and pinned her against the bottom side of the maw. She was now pinned between the soft gums and softer tongue, which mercifully wasn't pressing down extremely hard, and surrounded by warm, warm spit on all angles. It wasn't moving much, yet still did shift from side to side in instinctual motions as Veera began to clamber along the outside of the craft, looking for any more relics that could unshrink Tetra, or at least give some information on how to do so.

Tetra shivered at the suit commentary as she settled in under the tongue, sandwiched between the massive muscle and a layer of gums. Veera made controlling the tiny turian's movements with only her breath worryingly easy. She tried to move around a bit, rolling in the area she was stuck in, bit didn't provide nearly as much resistance this time. Truth be told, she was getting tired, and after a long day dealing with her uncooperative body and it's awful new heat management, being surrounded on all sides by warm spit was a surprising improvement. With a grumble, Tetra settled in, doing something she hadn't been able to do all day: relax.

"I'll try to stop distracting you then. I'm starting to get a bit tired anyway. Being cold all day drains a person much faster than I would've thought," she said, sighing sadly. She took her size and everything about it for granted, and now she desperately wanted it back.

"Is anything promising showing up that could help reverse this?" She asked, laying gently under Veera's tongue. Tetra was no longer fighting the larger turian's maw. Instead, she was trying to find the only positives she could about it, since she realized she'd likely be here a while. It was warm to say the least, and the softness surrounding her made for a surprisingly comfortable place to lay - spirits, she was even using Veera's tongue as a blanket.

"No, no, nothing yet. But there's still quite a bit to explore. I'll let you know if I find anything."

Tetra would be rocked from side to side gently as Veera continued to move across the exterior hull, searching for anything useful, anything at all. The tongue continued to undulate and press down onto her, making wet slurping and schlking noises as it went, with a great deal of saliva being gently swished around.

"So just relax, take a nap if you want. Not much you can do now but rest."

Dozing off made Tetra nervous, especially considering where she was, but she was getting to that point in the day where arguments became difficult and just exhausting overall. She knew she wouldn't win this battle and knowing how stubborn and in her ways Veera had been so far, she wouldn't even stand a chance if she tried.

"Fine," she said calmly, sighing. "I'll get some rest, but please wake me if you find anything, anything that can get me back to normal." Afterwards, it didn't take long for Tetra to get comfortable. She didn't like being in a maw and this certainly wouldn't be the last time she'd say that, but credit where credit was due, after a day of the being the coldest she'd ever been, laying around on the soft gums with a tongue as a blanket, and the pleasant body temperature Veera provided was a spirits damned dream. Within a few minutes, Tetra felt comfortable enough to close her eyes. A few minutes after that, she drifted off to sleep.

Veera didn't reply, no doubt busy focusing on the alien ship before her. She continued to look, focus and scan, looking for anything of interest, yet it was all difficult to interpret. Such a class of ship had never been found before, such a device was only theorised, so it was all quite strange to her. However, as she lost herself to her work, she ended up ... fidgeting.

Fidgeting with the thing in her mouth.

After half an hour, it started slow, but grew more and more energetic. Veera's tongue continued to rock from side to side, swishing tiny Tetra around her mouth. Veera had pretty much stopped thinking about Tetra entirely, with Tetra now just a little, odd tasting mint in her mouth. At first the tongue was content to just rub across her back, but soon it had worked her out of her little crevice to push and rub her around the maw. Veera was sucking on Tetra now.

Tetra was having a relatively peaceful sleep. It was strange too, because her bed hadn't even been this comfortable. Of course, she knew where she was, and that nervous feeling in the back of her head still kept eating away at her. Oddly enough, her subconscious had been kind ebough to grant her a dream state this time.

The dream started off warm and calm, seeming almost eerily peaceful. This stage of the dream didn't last too long however, as the dream then escalated to her form being thrown around slightly over what seemed to be a pond. The pond soon graduated to a lake and the pressure started building; Tetra started feeling stiff. Then the lake turned to an ocean, and almost immediately, her form was thrown under it. She wiggled and fought and screamed as she sank deeper and deeper into the increasingly dark abyss. The stiffness increased tenfold, then fifteen, then twenty - she was having trouble breathing, this feeling being many leagues worse than when Veera used her tongue to hold her in place. As she screamed and struggled in silence under the water, she finally felt herself fading. Her vision faded to black.

Tetra woke up with a start, struggling to breathe. The pressure on her was thirty fold and it was starting to our strain on her bones and organs. She was gasping desperately for air as she flailed around, punching, kicking and screaming.

She took several gasps, waiting for air that didn't come until finally, she found what was left of her voice: "VEEEEEEEERAAAAA!!!!" She screamed, devolving into fits of coughing and gasping afterwards.

While Tetra was having a peaceful sleep, Veera was having a peaceful exploration of the derelict ship. As she began to struggle and squirm, Veera was blissfully unaware, focusing intently upon an open panel. That is, until Tetra made a mistake: she screamed.

Completely absorbed and focused on her work, Veera was startled by the sudden screaming, from a tiny person she had forgotten about. The tongue was in the middle of running her along the roof of her mouth, when she was startled by the scream. The lips opened slightly, letting light pour in to reveal the glistening, spit soaked throat looming at the very back of the throat. A galaxy of spit hung in the air around her. Light would illuminate it for but a moment, before instinct kicked in. The lips slammed shut, and the tongue surged forwards. The slimy walls squeezed down tight as she was forced forwards...

...before slamming into the rubbery flesh of the throat and gullet.

...and Veera swallowed. Out of instinct, startled by the sudden scream, Veera swallowed the tiny Tetra in her mouth. The pressure was replaced by that of the throat, the relentless, undulating throat that dragged her down to her digestive tract through waves of peristalsis. All light quickly disappeared, replaced only by heat, and the slimy, slithering noises of the throat all around her. Veera felt the bulge travel down her neck as Tetra was dragged towards her gut. A gut that wasn't too full, but with zero gravity, would be a very messy place indeed.

Veera's eyes went wide, and she paused for a few moments.

"Spirits..." Before she muttered in shock, not quite believing what had just happened. She gingerly reached down to press at her midsection, trying to feel for Tetra.

Tetra screamed for the entire journey down, terrified by the events that were taking place. Veera just swallowed her. It was a lot to process and at the pace she was going, her brain clearly wasn't working, scrambling onto anything to try and ensure her survival. Veera just swallowed her. The trip down the throat was almost worse than the sucking in the maw, with the tight throat squeezing harder and not allowing a single reprieve from the hell she was going through. Tetra passed through Veera's gizzard rather uneventfully and on the final stretch, she found herself at a blue sphincter that she was immediately forced through. Veera swallowed her. Veera ate her. Veera. Ate. Her. Tetra's brain wouldn't let her forget that. Some logical part knew that the swallow was because she'd been surprised by the scream, but that didn't make the experience any less unpleasant. She landed inside Veera's stomach and found herself floating around. There were a few smooth digestion pebbles inside her stomach, but not nearly as many as Tetra would've thought. The blue cavern was home to a surprising amount of liquid meals though, which probably explained the lackluster amount of digestion pebbles.

As she floated around in the stomach, no light whatsoever, she felt the area constrict inwards. Two big protruding hills made themselves apparent. Veera's hands probably. Tetra turned on the flashlight in her helmet; while turians had night vision, it didn't work in complete darkness. With that on, Tetra loaded up the comm and floated towards one of the protrusions, holding onto it to assure Veera she was there, despite how terrified she was and how heavily she was breathing.

"Spirits Veera, you swallowed me," she said, gasping. Tetra used her secondary set of vocals to ask the most important question there was, since her vocal chords needed a break. 'Can you get me out of here?'

"Yeah, well, you're not in my mouth or helmet so it's kinda obvious!" She said, her normally nonchalant, joking attitude undercut by surprise, almost frantic nature.

After pressing in deeper and feeling Tetra's touch in return, she looked upwards and let out a shaky laugh, slightly overwhelmed by what happened. She took a few deep breaths, every breath causing the fleshy walls to contract. The deepness meant they contracted quite a bit, the already cramped from food space now even more cramped. Large, floating blobs of food like liquid splashed against her body, coating her far more thoroughly than the spit ever could. Thankfully, she could not smell or taste it.

After a few more deep breaths, Veera cleared her throat.

"Yes, Tetra, I swallowed you. Sorry about that, but seeing as you screamed right in my ear, you can't really blame me, can you? Is your suit holding up?"

Tetra was surprised to hear a tone from Veera that indicated something besides nonchalance for once. It was refreshing to say the least and it threw her off guard momentarily. Composing herself once more, Tetra sighed. "You were sucking on me and I couldn't breathe," she rumbled softly. "My suit's fine at the moment. Your stomach acids are peeling the paint off, but the actual suit is okay. It's a bit beat up, but everything still works."

Tetra floated around Veera's stomach for a few moments, first flying around the digestive stones and making her way to see the liquid contents of her stomach.

"Any suggestions on how I get out of here?" She asked calmly, keen to not upset Veera. Of course the turian made her nervous, but she didn't swallow Tetra on purpose. That internal dialogue hasn't been as much of a relief as she'd hoped it would.

"Sorry about that, I kinda ... forgot about you. Guess I'm not used to tiny turians in my mouth, just yet, no. And honestly, I doubt the acids would even scratch the suit's paint. My space food diet is pretty mild and relaxed, so it's all slightly base to offset the acidity, since I don't really need strong acids. Why I don't really have many pebbles down there either. As for getting you out, well..."

The hands pulled away from the stomach, jostling the contents around once more. Veera was soon back to moving around the ship, every motion sending everything in her stomach going from one place to the next. Nothing was ever still, and there weren't any handholds, leaving Tetra at the mercy of the stomach's motions.

"...my diet is mostly liquid, so all my waste is urine, so I can just pass you naturally when the time comes. Nice and simple."

Tetra reasoned that Veera's explanation on the digestive stones and her diet made sense. Being in space for as long as Veera likely was made diets consisting of solids rather inconvenient. As for the paint issue, the armour Tetra purchased was indeed high quality. The paint? That was another story. As a relatively low earning turian, all of her money went into the armour, resulting in her cheaping out on the paint. She figured it wouldn't matter too much in the long run, but the events today showed her she was sorely mistaking. She was about to comment on the paint for her armour when Veera got to her exit strategy.

Tetra was less than pleased. The liquid diet made for urine waste, and since Tetra was the only solid, she'd go through Veera's system naturally. She really didn't like this plan. Intestines were naturally very long and right now, she was extremely tiny. It would take an extremely long time for her to pass through Veera's system and that led to a more personal problem: taking the rear exit was downright humiliating. Tetra's pride was in shambles.

"... naturally? Look, I know regurgitation isn't pleasant and you'd have to wait until you got to a ship to do it, but isn't there any other way to go about this? Maybe I could try to climb up your oesophagus?"

"Regurgitation? You're right, that would be unpleasant. And crawling up my oesophagus isn't an option either, since it tends to like it when things go only one way: down, and will try to make sure that happens. Besides, why do you want to come up again? So you can sleep under my tongue? Bounce around my helmet? Honestly, you're probably in the best place you could be right now, because you're guaranteed to be in one place. And it's pretty safe in there, isn't it?"

Tetra remained quiet. To her, sleeping under her tongue or bouncing around her helmet seemed like a better alternative than the long and arduous journey she was likely to go through when it came to passing through Veera naturally. Spirits, she found the idea of more helmet time preferable. The only obstacle to that was the oesophagus, which Tetra cursed to the spirits over. Veera was right about it; biology would only force her down each time she would inevitably try to climb out. She wasn't nearly large enough to upset Veera's stomach and make her throw up and, upon thinking it over, she didn't want to risk that either - throwing up in her helmet in deep space was more than likely to kill Veera, and since she was the only other turian around, Tetra scrapped the idea immediately.

She was irritated, but in the end, Veera was once again correct. There wasn't anything particularly dangerous in Veera's stomach so long as Tetra kept her suit on, and she still had 16 hours of air left. "I concede," she said quietly, taking the time to wipe a good portion of Veera's digested food off her suit.

On the outside, the derelict prothean drone, while big, was almost fully explored, with only a few maintenance areas, rooms, shafts, and hallways remaining. Tetra had the schematics for the drone pulled up on her omnitool - she knew that Veera's venture would come to an end soon and the tiny turian figured her captor understood this too.

Unfortunately, Veera had barely gotten started. Veera was being very thorough in her work, looking at things in different angles and stopping to jot down notes. This meant that it was taking quite a bit more time than one might expect, and meant that Tetra was subjected to seemingly random accelerations from all sides. With nowhere solid to grip, this left Tetra bouncing from side to side in the stomach. The contents in said stomach were slowly worked down by the rubbing of the stomach walls and the acids themselves, breaking down into a thinner liquid.

As for Veera, she quickly forgot about her little passenger, and focused on the task on hand. So much so that when she started to feel a little peckish, she decided to eat. Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out a small plastic sachet with a straw on the top. Enabling the forcefield visor, she stuck the straw through the field so she could idly suck and gulp it down. Tetra herself would hear swallowing echo from above, before a, vegetable mush was forced through the stomach into the sphincter, taking up even more of the stomach space. There was little room left, with Tetra barely able to move without touching some of the other stomach contents.

As Tetra finished cleaning the first layer of digested food from her suit, she let out a small smile. It felt good to finally be rid of most of that gunk. The rest of the liquid food that Veera enjoyed previously was on it's way out of the stomach as it was on the final stages of digestion, leaving the tiny turian more space to float around. As Veera moved around the ship on the outside, she bumped against the stomach's walls in numerous places, unable to control her movements. Once she finally steadied herself, it seemed as if Veera's movements calmed down slightly. Tetra took the time to catch a breather, taking a few deep breaths to calm herself; being flung around the stomach and hitting every wall imaginable wasn't a pleasant experience.

Then she heard the stomach around her growling. Puzzled, Tetra looked around to figure out what was happening. Up above, she noticed the top sphincter that she entered from pulsing slightly. Intrigued, the tiny turian focused the lights on her helmet in that direction. What followed soon after was a flood the likes of which she'd never experienced before. A thick, bluish-purple mush made it's way through the sphincter, forcing the hole open as the contents poured into the space Tetra occupied, flowing into absolutely every crevice within the space. Tetra let out a startled scream as the contents quickly flooded around her, overwhelming her form as the stream of mush swallowed her completely. The tiny turian tried to struggle, failing to remove herself from the sticky vegetarian food mush. With an irritated sigh, she realized that Veera forgot she was in her stomach.

"Veera," she said calmly. "I'm still in here." Given that Veera's previous bout of forgetfulness almost suffocated her and disturbed her sleep, Tetra was, rightfully, in an irritable mood.

Veera didn't reply. She continued eating, soon finishing off the sachet and putting it back in her pocket. Wasting no time she spent another hour carefully examining and surveying the ship, losing herself completely to her work. Fortunately, it all came to an end eventually, with the random, twisting motions of Veera examining the ship coming to a close as she drifted back to her personal ship. The stomach contents were continuing to thin out, with more and more space becoming available to tiny Tetra within the stomach.

Suddenly however, Veera seemed to drift to a stop. An upwards motion sent Tetra floating down to the very bottom of the stomach, body brushing against the lower sphincter. From her perch at the very bottom, she'd be able to see the constellation of food suspended overhead...

...until she felt a wave of artificial gravity wash across her body as Veera stepped into her ship.

Sending everything crashing down on top of her, pinning her to the bottom of a pile of digesting muck. The stomach continued to jostle from side to side as Veera walked through her ship, no doubt having gone through the airlock.

Upon Veera's entrance into artificial gravity, Tetra immediately fell from the air, landing with a loud thud on the bottom of the stomach, her body resting on the sphincter. She had the air in her lungs knocked clean out of her and with a gasp, watched as the contents from the stomach above her, all the gross, liquidy, vegetable mush, fall. With the impact of everything on top of her and the force the food mush exerted, Tetra's terrified screams were silenced. She sat on the bottom of the stomach, feeling her form struggling within the goop as she desperately tried to regain the air she'd lost from her lungs; her suit registered 12 hours left on the oxygen tank, with her increased hyperventilating demanding a much larger sum than warranted.

She wouldn't spend the whole time there though. The stomach continued to shake and jostle from side to side, still pitch black, yet moving in motion. The stomach seemed to prefer the gravity to floating, with it more active and mobile, sloshing the food from side to side. Beneath the gurgling, groaning, and sloshing food, Tetra would hear talking. Muffled voices of Veera, impossible to understand, along with something else. Someone else, but whoever they were, they didn't sound turian.

The stomach walls contracted and Veera shuffled downwards, and that was enough to knock Tetra from being pinned at the bottom of the gut. She would float and rise through layers upon layers of food to reach the very top, now at the bottom of the stomach with the sphincter well out of reach. There was no hope of climbing out that way now. The voices had stopped, yet was replaced by something else. Something wet, slurping, sounding similar to the stomach around her. And her stomach, the prison, why was it swaying from side to side? After a minute, the answer became clear. Everything suddenly grew still, and thick, heavy swallows rang out from above. The sphincter quivered before opening...

...to let a waterfall of cum fall through. Heavy globs crashed down upon Tetra, who at the top of the pile, was directly hit by the globs of cum. Swallow after swallow rang out, sending more globs of cum directly on top of her.

Tetra let out a surprised yelp before getting completely coated in the cum. It splattered against her suit unceremoniously in heavy clumps, pushing her under the goopy food a bit. Turians by nature were sexually adventurous - they had to be in order to release stress build up. Humans were lucky in this way that stretches and relaxing helped, but turians only had sex; the other stuff came after. Even so, she didn't think Veera would find the...comfort of another individual that quickly. With a gasp, she found her voice again and tried to contact Veera.

"Spirits Veera, I'm still in here!" She yelled. The communicator returned dead silence. With an angry scream, she realized that Veera muted their voice channel. Tetra tried to swim away from the fountain of cum dropping from the top sphincter, but was immediately pushed under by a massive build up of semen that fell on her, stopping her plan dead.

After a few more swallows, the torrent ended, now with a thick, warm load lying on top of the stomach contents. After that Veera quickly undressed herself, twisting and turning poor Tetra in the process, before going to bed. In just a few seconds, the vertical stomach tipped over to horizontal, dunking Tetra under the surface once more. After that, it was relative peace, with the body around her slowing, growing more calm, as Veera quickly fell asleep.

That is, until the stomach began digesting more vigorously. The stomach contents were quickly sloshed around as it churned away, turning the cum and thick, musky food into thin liquid, which was soon drained down into the intestines. Tetra was sucked down as well, now slowly squeezed through what felt like miles of tight, winding passageways. As she went along the liquid was absorbed, and like Veera said, it was absorbed completely. Until she was just all by herself, slowly being squeezed through, and utterly coated in slime. Before long she reached the end of her long, long journey, being squeezed into the tight bowels. Escape was just in front of her, if not for the sealed tight pucker.

Try as she might, she couldn't escape, leaving her to just stew in the tightness and heat until she eventually woke up...

Tetra, exhausted from going through the entire digestive journey, figured she'd mimic Veera for the time being. Since the larger turian interrupted her sleep last time, she figured that perhaps the second time would get more results. She didn't want to slam her pathetically small fists onto Veera's pucker, since she knew the large turian wouldn't feel it to begin with, even if she were awake. With a sigh, she sat herself down near Veera's pucker, leaning her head in a fold and getting herself comfortable as she slowly started drifting off. It was funny - before today, Tetra led a normal life as a researcher always starved of money. Now, she was one centimetre tall and stuck in the ass of the lone turian that found her. She'd been picky about where she slept this morning, but now she didn't give a damn. Tetra checked her oxygen: 8 hours left. With a slow nod and the hope that Veera knew she was down there, Tetra finally fell into a troubled sleep.

Morning came eventually, with several hours of oxygen remaining. Slowly, the body around her shifted to vertical as she got up, gravity shifting to force her against the pucker that had imprisoned her for so long. With the tight pucker beneath her, but a few slivers of light shining through, she could see the fleshy, curved walls that held her tight. The body gently rocked her back and forth as she walked, the metal tiles just about visible far below. That is until they turned pure white, a bathroom perhaps? The floor turned into a clean, white towel draped over some kind of bench, and suddenly, the world shifted downwards. Veera squatted down over the towel, grasped her ass cheeks and spread them wide, before squeezing Tetra out.

Bringing her out into the world once more. Slowly, she was squeezed through the tight, slimy pucker, before falling several inches onto the soft, white towel below. Above her was the mountain of Veera fully naked, looming over her for the first time, casually looking over her shoulder. After seeing she had 'left', Veera turned around and knelt down, bringing her face closer to her.

"See, what did I tell you? I told you you'd come out."

Tetra woke with a start upon feeling the sudden movements and perspective change. Once she saw the light shining through the opening pucker, she slowly positioned herself to make it her transition into the outside world as easy as possible. The tiny turian moved through the slimy space and slowly made her way out of Veera's pucker. She fell out and landed on a soft towel, turning around to look at a naked Veera as the massive turian brought her up to her face. Tetra grumbled softly; she was physically exhausted from the beating she took during the journey through Veera's body yesterday.

"Good morning," she said. "A warning about the food and your session would've been nice." The turian moved to clean the anal slime off herself, turning in various ways to use the towel to her advantage. Coming out the natural way, while soft, was just as Tetra predicted: deeply humiliating.

"I would've, but, well, just kinda forgot, that's all. These things happen, but hey, you're alright in the end." She gave a small smile. Tetra would soon notice that the air around her was quite warm, while not as hot as Veera's body, it was still a bit warmer than what turians are used to. The slime was difficult to remove however due to the towel being awkward to use at such a size. There was so much slime on her suit, and some of it was quite worked in there.

"Although your suit is f_ilthy_, I can somewhat smell it from here. You're not going to clean it off any time soon, so you might as well take it off. Air's clean and warm, so you've got that."

Tetra laid back on the towel, using this time to stretch her body. She didn't have much of a chance to move around during her time in Veera's bowels, so the big open space she had now was a welcome change of pace. She tried numerous times to rub the anal slime off her suit, but found that the stuff was extremely stubborn. She checked the oxygen on her suit: only a few minutes left. Veera was right again. Tetra looked at the larger turian and slowly nodded. "Alright," she said calmly.

The tiny turian moved her hands to the clasps on her helmet. Holding them tightly in her hands, she released them, pulling her helmet up and off her head. The thick strands of slime hung off the connecting rung and dripped on her face. Tetra recoiled and spat the offending slime out, removing the rest from her face with a towel fibre strand. Afterwards, she slowly stood up, removing the clasps of her suit and gently pulling it off. Tetra didn't have any clothes on, only wearing a skin tight rubber/latex undersuit. With a smile, flaring her mandibles, Tetra took a deep breath. "The recycled air on your ship is a lot better than what I had in the suit."

"Thanks, I think~" She said with a smile, watching as she took the suit off. Once the suit was removed, she put her finger in her mouth before pulling it out again, strands of saliva visible dripping off the tip. The massive fingertip, easily several times Tetra's tiny, tiny size, descended down onto her, blotting out the white light of the ship. It then landed right next to her with a pound, covering up the suit entirely beneath the massive digit. When it pulled back, long strands of saliva snapped and fell back down to the towel ... and the suit was stuck to the fingertip as it pulled away. It was undamaged, no doubt cushioned by the soft fingertip and towel. It pulled away, more droplets falling down onto tiny Tetra.

Veera pulled it all the way up to her finger, standing up as she went. Tetra would see the massive lower lips looming large and tall in front of her, two cliff faces several times her height. A wave of musky scent washed over her as it came up to her level and stayed there. Veera brought her finger before her and peered down, checking the suit, making sure it was all good. After giving a nod of approval, she then lowered her finger ... and shoved it straight into her lower lips. Tetra would see the massive finger come sailing down and plunge deep into the depths, droplets of femcum falling down to the towel just below, while the whole body quivered as she pushed it inside. After moaning slightly and pushing the finger in, she pulled it out again with a long, wet slurp. The finger was now free, covered in femcum ... and the suit was nowhere in sight.

Tetra could only watch, almost not believing what she was currently witnessing. She'd spent so much time and money on that suit. She constantly went exploring in it and accumulated thousands of hours of wear time with it on expeditions. Her suit went through so much time through dangerous areas that seeing it disappear beyond the soaking lower lips of another female turian...not only was it insulting and humiliating beyond belief, but it hurt. Turning to Veera, Tetra was seething, flailing her arms around in anger as she gestured to the larger turian. "Spirits Veera! What the fuck?!" She yelled, furious. "Why did you do that?!"

"What?" She said, looking down with a shrug. Her finger came down onto the towel right before Tetra, dragging across the towel to wipe off the cum, leaving a musky trail as it went.

"You want me to drop it on the way? I don't have any pockets on me, so it'll have to do. Besides, it handled my mouth and gut just fine, so what'll my lower lips do? I've got special cleaners for delicate relics, with a bit of that, it'll be even cleaner then when you first bought the suit."

Tetra looked at her, horrified. "No! But when I graciously accepted your offer to clean off my suit, I thought you'd take it and set it on a table or a desk or something. I don't know, I'm not sure, but throughout that conversation, not once did we bring up your nethers as a storage option! Spirits..." She said, rubbing her head. Tetra paced around on the towel, taking some time to think about her situation. She took a deep breath. "Can you at least tell me when you fish it out of your bits to specially clean it?" She asked, seemingly just tired of it all. Tetra did her best to not look at Veera's nethers taking up her vision. She hadn't had a rut in a while and it was starting to get to her.

"Can't, cleaning station is in another room. Unless you'd like to go along for a ride..." Her fingers drooped down to her lower lips once more, pushing in slightly to spread them ever so slightly wider. Strands of femcum snapped and broke, faling across her soft inner folds. "Shouldn't take me too long, ten minutes maybe, then I'll be back..."

"No, thanks," Tetra said, waving her hand to deny Veera's offer. She sighed and turned to walk away, in deep thought about the situation. Her size was gone, her pride was gone, her autonomy was gone, and now her suit was gone, swallowed by Veera's lower lips, albeit temporarily...she hoped.

"Fine by me." She said, withdrawing her fingers which made the folds wetly slap against each other as they returned to normal. Thankfully, it was taken away from view as she turned to leave. She looked down at her one last time.

"Just wait there, I'll be back soon." And with that she turned and left, giving Tetra a view of her ass cheeks one last time before she disappeared around the corner. Tetra was now alone, alone on a towel draped across a chair, in what looked to be a bathroom. The air was warm and humid, and peace and quiet returned once more. Tetra had quiet, she wasn't being forced through any guts. For the first time since this all began, she could truly relax.

Tetra decided to take this opportunity to relax. The tiny turian found herself a dryer place on the towel and moved to stake her claim there, laying down and adjusting her position to feel comfortable. The humidity was nice and the temperature, while a little warm, felt great against her skin. The suit's environment was sterile and cold, but this bathroom didn't feel nearly as unwelcoming. With a smile, she found a position she liked on the towel and laid her hands on her belly, looking up at the ceiling.

But Tetra wouldn't have much peace for long. As before long, there was a faint pounding echoing through the floor. She might think it to be Veera returning at first with her cleaned suit ... but it was too loud, too powerful to be Veera. It was too loud, too powerful to be a turian. From her perch on the metal chair right next to the still open door, Veera would feel the foot steps steadily grow louder and stronger. She would be unable to see who was approaching ... until a hue of blue emanated from beyond the door.

And another individual, most likely Veera's boyfriend, lumbered into view.

He was massive. Even before the shrinking, Tetra would have to crane her head up just to look the figure in the eye, with him being a full head taller than an average turian. Bipedal, he looked similar to a snake in many regards. He was tall and muscular, with a big, broad chest and strong, rippling muscles. Armoured scales coloured blue and green like an ocean adorned his chest, on top of a skin much the same colour, yet much smoother and was reptilian. Tetra's world lurched slightly from his bulk coming down upon his three toed, webbed paws, which currently slapped bare against the metal floor. She could even hear his five fingered, webbed hands idly swing against his thighs. His head was smooth and snake like, yet lacked a hood. Running along the top and back of it was a short set of webbed fins, a lighter cyan in contrast to the deeper blues and greens of his scales. He had two yellowy/orange eyes, which looked nowhere in particular as he walked.

But they definitely didn't look towards her.

Rounding the corner of the door he stepped into the bathroom proper. His waist was clearly on display, along with a thick, broad tail that reached down and just touched the tile floors.

The only he wore was a pair of black, tight fitting underwear, made from a smooth material. Yet a not too subtle bulge poked out from behind it, it was clearly big.

He looked nowhere in particular as he stepped into the room. He went to walk past Tetra ...

yet stopped. Turning to his left, facing away from Tetra and presenting his massive ass cheeks overhead, he leant forwards before moving to sit down, right on top of Tetra...

The first thing Tetra noticed about this guy was his size. He was huge, easily rivalling a krogan in size as he walked closer to the shrunken turian. The next thing she noticed about him was his lack of clothing. Or, correcting her previous statement, his lack of clothing aside from the tight fitting briefs. Tetra had seen this species around several times in her life, but she hadn't had the opportunity to talk to, let alone work with any. Tetra was certainly surprised though. Given Veera's focused nature, she figured the turian ended up with a male of their species, but this was surely different. She noticed some of the notable differences almost immediately. For one, a fuller rear; turians had excellent cheeks, but this guy somehow found that perfect mixture of soft, hard, and sculpted. Then there was the equipment. He had an exterior sac, which surprised Tetra given his reptilian nature. They were a good size too, and the tiny turian figured his member easily dwarfed most others he encountered. No wonder Veera had so much fun last night - it appeared it was strong enough to take on turian teeth too, given how Veera gave him a blow job last night.

However fascinating he was though, Tetra got up as quickly as she could, running to try and get to a safe distance before he sat down.

His thick tail raised up, giving her a prime, unobstructed view of his underwear clad rare. It didn't look to be made out of cotton, but was tight fitting, rubbery synthetic material. It thus showed off the contours well ... the contours of the rear currently sailing down directly on top of her.

She just managed to get out of the way, the ass cheeks slamming down onto the towel, the rush of air knocking her onto her front. She was now sprawled out before a towering figure who loomed large overhead. He wasn't looking down however, just content to sit there, hands on his knees. Close to his underwear, Tetra would start to smell a hint of his masculine scent, if only a hint.

Tetra slowly got up, picking herself up off her chest as she got her footing. The tiny turian looked around to get a grasp of where she was. Synthetic, rubbery fabric surrounded her on all sides, with the exception of one, which was a straight drop to the floor. With a small growl, Tetra realized exactly where she was. She assumed that this was Veera's boyfriend, and he was certainly a large individual. Of course, she certainly wouldn't mind getting to know him better if her situation wasn't so precarious...and if she wasn't between his legs.

Tetra didn't entirely know what to do now. She hoped the large reptilian above her only had a temporary stay in mind; she had no plans on dying today. Failing that, she knew Veera would return in ten minutes. The tiny turian didn't have many options. Either Veera's boyfriend would leave shortly and hopefully not crush her, or she could wait for Veera herself. Neither option was appealing.

It wasn't clear what he was doing at first, but he soon brought up his Omnitool and began idly tapping away at it. Was he planning on having a morning shower, but got distracted by a message? Very likely. And judging by the steadily growing, while still light scent of musk emanating from the bulge just in front of her, it was clear he needed one. Up close she could clearly see his balls and shaft in detail, with two large spheres on either side and a thick, wide shaft dangling over the front. It was currently flaccid, yet still it was several times her height in width, along with the large balls. He was very well hung, and no doubt the source of the vast, creamy flood she had to endure last night.

However, she would not have to wait for ten minutes to be noticed. His eyes drifted downwards just a bit as he typed, and so he quickly spotted the black undersuit against the white towel. If she had taken it off earlier, perhaps her grey skin would've made her less noticeable. But in any case, his eyes drifted before settling on the black splotch, and they grew wide slightly, before his gaze returned to normal.

"Oh, hey there, sorry for not noticing you~" He said. His voice was deep and powerful, yet had an air of levity to it. He didn't sound very surprised. "I didn't almost sit on you, did I? Did you just come around to take a look at these?~" His free, left hand reached down to gesture at his shaft, his outstretched finger gently prodding the surface. The motion would make his hefty shaft stir and rise slightly, the underwear expanding just a bit.

Tetra looked up, gasping at the massive vesekan in front of her. He was extremely well endowed even at her normal size, but in her current shrunken state, his equipment absolutely dwarfed every aspect about her. Width wise, the tip of his flaccid member measured the size of a small house. Length wise, it would easily stand taller than a building. And from what little she knew about the vesekan, she had to remind herself that their members erected upon stimulation... and he was flaccid! She coughed slightly at the wafting musk that he emanated from his bits; it was hard to escape the scent and she hated to admit that it roused her nethers slightly. Spirits damned biology. She stamped down the feeling and let out a large sigh. Composing herself and stepping away from his growing member, Tetra cleared her throat, trying to speak. She didn't have a communicator now that she didn't have her suit and her tiny form would likely make it hard to hear her, but she did her best to try and yell up at the man.

"You almost did, but it's alright! You're Veera's bondmate, right? My name is Tetra Silvus! Veera left me here while she went to get my suit cleaned! I'm currently stuck on this chair until Veera comes back, so I didn't mean to interrupt your moment! And I'm sorry, I really wasn't looking at your equipment!" She yelled as loud as she could, trying to convey that she wasn't interested in his nethers, that she wasn't looking at them, and that she didn't mean to impose on what he was doing. She was stuck on that chair, so any events that happened around her were out of her control. Tetra was surprised to hear that he didn't find her presence shocking though. She figured that Veera probably told him about her.

His finger pulled away from his package as he put his palms on his knees and leaned forwards slightly to better hear her. His brilliant yellow eyes grew ever so closer, the slightly glowing orbs fixated on her. Unfortunately, this meant his package shifted forwards slightly as well, closing the distance to her by a few millimetres. He could just about hear her, although some of the words were a bit hard to pick up and could be misinterpreted, or missed entirely. Her coughing wasn't noticed by him.

"Heh, it's good that I didn't sit on you, since these are pretty heavy..." As if to illustrate the point, his left hand pulled off his knee and moved towards his crotch. His fingers scraping along the towel, he reached down underneath his bulging underwear, fingers squeezing the soft surface slightly. Lifting them up slightly to show off their heft, he let them go again. While the tight fabric slowed the movements somewhat, they still came down with a faint pounding, jostling from side to side. The motion made it grow a bit more erect again, removing more and more of the distance between them.

"And yes, that is right, I am Veera's partner: Artis. But I don't mind you taking a look at them, since I know they must be quite the sight to you. Bet you've never seen such a sizeable shaft in your whole life~" He snickered, clearly enjoying showing himself off to her.

Tetra struggled to keep herself standing when Artis' balls dropped onto the chair. Her legs rubbed against the fibres of the towel, tangling slightly. She leaned down to untangle the fibres from between her plates and after finishing, she stood up again. She immediately noticed Artis' member was much closer to her now and that he was positioned above her, watching her actions. She listened to him talk and tried to take in his words. His voice was very deep and exuded power, making her feel small...which she was. She slowly started backing away from his advancing member, gaining a new admiration for just how massive it actually was. The ball sac was a new thing for her too. Turians had an internal sac with a genital slit, so this wasn't something she was used to. The musk Artis exuded was getting to her too. Tetra hadn't relieved her stress in a very long time and it was starting to cause her physical pain in addition to headaches. Sometimes she really hated turian biology.

She looked up to the massive vesekan. The musk lit her nethers on fire and gave her a bad headache, indicating that her body needed this. Tetra's more rational mind was winning this argument though. This was a bad idea, and at her size, dangerous. Aspects of her mind and biology continued to fight with one another, however.

"I'm sorry for intruding on your space, Artis! Veera left me on this chair! I don't think she expected anyone to come in here!" Upon the mention of his equipment, Tetra tried to change the subject, since she didn't really know what she wanted either. Her rational mind knew this was dangerous. Her body said that her life and the pain would get worse if she didn't do anything. Truth be told, she had absolutely no idea how to respond to Artis' comment about him wanting her to look at his equipment.

"No I haven't..." she settled on finally, quietly sizing him up.

"No need to apologise, you're not intruding at all. I was the one who almost sat on you, I should be apologising. And heh, glad you agree~" His left and right palm lifted off his knees and went for his crotch, but didn't go low. Instead, the thumbs pressed against the tight waistband, ready to hook into it as he gave a teasing smirk. His cock continued to grow and swell, even though he wasn't touching it, with the underwear visibly stretching out now. "Maybe you'd like a closer look, hmmm?" He asked, finally hooking his thum into it and pulling. The moment he opened it up just a crack, a fresh wave of his scent rolled out and over her, even though his cock was still out of sight. "I know how you turians relieve stress ...

and after everything you've been through, maybe we should relieve it~"

With that, he thrust his fingers downwards, pushing the underwear down to the towel. As soon as it passed the halfway point of the cock, it flopped over the waist band and down onto the towel with a large pound.

And what a sight it was to behold. It was massive. Even though he was half flaccid, it was easily over two and a half inches wide, and over five inches long. It was as blue as the rest of his body, yet made from a very smooth reptilian skin. Except that was just his foreskin, with a dark black pillar starting to poke free. At the tip of the shaft was a urethra easily taller than her, with a slow stream of white pre oozing out the tip and dripping to the towel below. The foreskin was slowly being pulled back as he grew more erect, strands of musk, sweat and pre being snapped as it receded to reveal more of his shaft.

At the oh so distant base, there were two massive, round balls casually lying on the black material, with the front of the underwear pressed flat against the towel. They were as thick as the shaft was, being clumped together and forming a hill ontop which the base of the cock started. Only the frontmost half of the shaft was flat on the towel, the rest was propped up by the massive sac.

"So," He casually asked, smirking wide as his shaft grew more erect, "how's the view?~"

Tetra was immediately assaulted with Artis' powerful musk. As the massive vesekan opened his briefs, he stretched them wide and pushed the strap down onto the chair. The tiny turian was positioned an inch or so away from the strap that Artis laid down, watching as his massive cock flowed out and extended, now free from the underwear. She'd never seen any cock like it before, with its blue colour being oddly alluring. It was absolutely massive. The thing Tetra found highly different though were his balls. The tiny turian had never seen a ball sac before and her expectations did not disappoint. She took in the view of Artis' equipment, still not entirely sure what to do with herself. His massive form looked down at her, still watching her every move with a smile plastered on his reptilian face.

“So, how's the view?~” She heard him say.

Tetra didn't entirely know what to say or think. Her entire being was fighting with itself, two halves fully divided in all out war in regards to what she should do. One part of her told her to tell him no, to stay away. This part informed her of the dangers of what could happen - she didn't know her limits at this size and trying anything would be hazardous to her health and safety. The other part of her keened to go closer. This part informed her that her body needed this, needed to relieve the stress, lest it go through more of the pain that her biology brought her. Her body told her Artis' musk smelled absolutely heavenly, lighting her nethers on fire.

Caught in this inner turmoil, Tetra was stuck in a position of indecision, unable to do or say much of anything. She looked up at Artis again, observing his face. He wanted an answer. She didn't know what answer to give him. Should she tell him about her inner turmoil? She didn't know. Finally, she decided to utter out something, anything to prolong her decision a little longer. "It's...wow," she said, breathlessly.

"Heh, Veera said something similar." He chuckled, swaying his shaft from side to side. It dragged across the towels, the tip leaving a faint trail of pre as it went, and it showed off its size. It also circulated the air, taking the fresh air, sending it between his shaft and balls, and having it come out laced with his musk. Transferring the load from his right thumb to his right middle finger to hold down the underwear, he gently rubbed along the very top of the shaft, earning another stirring motion.

"So what are you waiting for? Go on, do what you like to it, I'm trying to help you here. And don't worry about the size difference," He began. "Tetra told me that out of all the stuff she found out about the Prothean ray, the stuff it shrinks seems to get more durable. A lot more durable. She said something about how she could step on you with her bare foot, and you'd be fine."

Taking his thumb away from his shaft to use it to hold down the underwear, his shaft continued to throb and pulse, no doubt from a heartbeat.

"And you went through all of her just fine, didn't you? Just some scratches on your suit's paint?"

Tetra didn't even know it was possible, but the strength of Artis' musk increased three fold at that very moment. The tiny turian's nose immediately noticed it, the scent sending shivers down her spine. She continued debating the conflicting ideas in her head, fighting between the arguments of her safety and biological need. She let out a loud (to her) keen upon inhaling the musk. The fire in her nether regions burned brighter now and a huge headache came on, making it extremely difficult to think. Her body was tormenting her for not approaching Artis' member.

The paint dissolved. she wanted to say. I was in a protective suit. followed behind that. The words never voiced themselves though. While Veera's stomach wasn't something she really wanted to experience again, Artis was right. She was fine. Did everything he said about her newfound durability ring true though? It was an interesting thought - being more durable made sense in some form or another. She thought it over a bit. Tetra knew the pain was going to get worse; her body already decided for her, she knew that. In some deep dark area of her mind though, she realized this was more than just biology talking. In some form or another, Tetra liked this. She slowly started to realize that not only did she kind of like this, she wanted this. At the end of the day, she hoped what Artis was saying was right - she hoped she was more durable now. Slowly nodding, she made up her mind.

Tetra started walking towards his briefs laid out in front of her. It only dawned on her what she was doing when she crossed past the strap of Artis' briefs, now walking over the synthetic rubbery material of his underwear. "It wasn't fun, but at the end of the day, I suppose I was," she said calmly, making her way over to his massive shaft. Tetra reached out her hand and touched Artis' member.

The underwear fibres were soft and smooth to her, being made from nano fibres that were so small, not even she couldn't even see them. As her feet stepped on them she'd feel a faint wetness to them, no doubt coming from his shaft. As for the cock itself, it too felt soft and smooth, even at such scales, his member was smooth to the touch. A faint network of creases from his reptilian skin coated the surface, yet wasn't irritating to her touch. She could rub her whole body over it without trouble. It felt warm, very warm, with his whole body heated up by the warm air and lights overhead.

Surprisingly, the shaft stirred from her touch, not from the physical sensation, but by the fact he was watching her do it. It surged towards her, brushing against her whole body as it grew.

"Bet it would've felt lovely to feel my warm dick against your bare skin~ Why don't you take off that suit of yours and go naked? If it's warm enough for me, it should be warm enough for you."

It took Artis' comments for Tetra to remember that she was still wearing her undersuit. Barring that, she was still wearing gloves. Her new size so far hadn't been a great experience and from everything she could list so far, she hated being cold the most. When the prothean ray took away her size, it also took away her body's natural ability to make and keep adequate body heat. As a result, she'd essentially turned almost cold blooded, something which she found she despised more than anything. Artis' member was warm, very warm, and Tetra knew from her experiences with Veera yesterday that she never wanted to be cold again.

Tetra found the latch on the back of her undersuit, slowly flipping it out and locating the zipper behind it. With a practiced effort, she carefully unzipped the suit, making sure to avoid pulling at it too hard. Once the zipper had no more track to run, Tetra took her arms and started pulling them inwards, trying to take them out of the undersuit. Her arms came out eventually, proving slightly difficult due to the sweat she'd built up from throughout the day so far. Next were her legs. The undersuit hung in a clump around her waist now, the top half sitting idly against her crotch. With some difficulty, Tetra removed the suit from around her legs, making sure to be careful around her spurs, lest the suit get stuck. The suit, now mostly off, was thrown onto the ground next to her. She moved to her feet next. The tiny turian removed the latches from each of her feet and slowly peeled away the layer of separated undersuit that covered her feet. Those were tossed in the pile. And finally, the last aspect of her removal, the gloves. Tetra took her gloves off and put them in the pile of undersuit pieces next to her. The pile of black blended in relatively well with Artis' briefs and for the first time, Tetra could feel just how wet the 'ground' was. Her grey complexion was easy to see contrasted with the briefs though. Artis could spot her easily.

"Very nice, and you look good, even from here. You're also more visible, which is good, wouldn't want to accidentally drop my shaft on you, heh~" To illustrate the point, he reached over with his right hand which was opposite to her and picked up the shaft slightly. The wall of foreskin that was so close suddenly rose away from her, and was now pretty much overhead. She'd now be able to see the underside, and the few tiny droplets of sweat and musk that had formed along the underside. He held it up by just a centimetre before letting it fall, it now slamming down right in front of her. Despite being half erect, it still fell with a pound, displacing large amounts of air. After it settled, he snickered again.

"Wouldn't want you pinned beneath that big, musky member, would I?~ But if you want that

... well ... whatever you want to do with my cock, you can do it~"

Somehow, Artis managed to do it again. The scent from his member got even muskier than previously and it was driving her nose nuts. Now that Tetra no longer wore her undersuit and had it on a pile on the 'ground' next to her, it was easier for her to notice her own musk. Surprisingly, the muskier Artis' scent got, the less her own head hurt. Before this, she'd never paid the vesekan as a species any mind, but she'd need to reevaluate now. Their biology was truly fascinating and Tetra got to explore it first hand...by literally exploring it up close with her hand. She felt herself getting wet upon hearing Artis' words. Truthfully, she didn't know what she wanted to do with his cock. More accurately, she wanted to do several things with his cock and, by extension, his balls as well.

Tetra didn't entirely know how to start or what to do first, since she had many ideas in mind to relieve her built up stress. She decided to start off simple, moving to the front of his cock and placing her hands on the tip, massaging it gently.

With a massive blue blush creeping up her neck, she looked up at Artis' looming face and yelled something she never thought she'd ever say. "Hey Artis! Can you forgo that shower?"

"Ooh, pretty bold of you~" He said with a smirk, looking at her as she went to his tip and started to rub.

He wasn't wrong. For Tetra, she would be right in front of his cock, with his massive urethra looming overhead, with it easily the same size as her. A steady stream of pre poured out like a pipe, and was steadily growing, trickling down the exposed tip of his cock. If she was directly underneath it, it would be sloshing onto her like a shower. The towel beneath it quickly absorbed it however, yet the scent still hung heavy in the air.

His smirk turned into a bite of the lip as he watched her stroke the tip of the cock. It gave another surge, peeling back the foreskin another few millimetres with the sound of snapping strands of pre, sweat and smegma. The rush was sudden, slamming into Tetra and sticking her to the tip as it rose higher and higher, his cock now too erect to stay on the towel. His hand came around to awkwardly press it back down again, slamming into the towel with a heavy pound that knocked her straight onto the floor.

"Heh, sorry about that, it's hard to keep it down there. I wasn't planning to take a shower since I spotted you, but nff, it's hard to keep it down there where you can reach it."

Tetra's fall to the ground didn't hurt nearly as much as she thought it would. She picked herself up rather quickly but soon felt weak in the knees. Artis' musky scent got stronger and at this point, it was getting more addictive than red sand. Tetra found herself wanting more of it and apparently, her body agreed with her, since the headaches she'd been experiencing became less and less of an issue the more powerful his musk became. It made her weirdly relieved that Artis had no plans on taking that shower he talked about. Truth be told, she was embarrassed to say that she hoped he wouldn't take it at least until tomorrow.

His cock surged again, sending a droplet splashing across Tetra. He gave another grunt. "Nnf, this isn't going to work, I need more than you can give me like this."

And with that, he stood up. His massive, massive body was willed into action as he stood, the towel dimpling and shifting from the sudden rise of her body. As he stood up his thumbs pushed his underwear down, letting it hang loose between his two legs. Because of this, his balls were able to hang freely, while his half erect cock bobbed in the air. More droplets of sweat and musk rained down around Tetra as his massive body sailed overhead. The tail was thankfully kept well out of the way of her though.

With two massive pounds of his city block sized paws, he turned around to face her. He pulled his underwear down to his knees as he went, letting his junk hang freely. Junk that loomed overhead, with the skyscraper of Artis looming overhead and blotting out the ship's lights. All the while his gaze was focused on her, and his expression was one of desire. Gripping the chair with his left hand, he knelt down slightly, bringing his massive cock right in front of her at eye level. While his right hand reached down to his shaft and gripped the base. With some effort, he pulled the foreskin up ... and down, opening up a cavern underneath his shaft. His foreskin was loose along the bottom, with it connected to the shaft along the top edge. And it was directly in front of her. Strands of smegma could be seen between the fleshy skin and tightly packed cock, while a potent, purified, utterly overwhelming wave of his scent washed out.

But it was clear he wouldn't wait. His left hand stopped gripping the chair, and swung low.

His outstretched finger slammed into the towel behind him, and slowly dragged forwards. Still far away from her, but the message was clear: get in herself, or get pushed in. He couldn't wait...

Tetra watched as the massive behemoth that was Artis stood up and arranged himself in front of her. She looked on as his massive cock was freed as his underwear was pulled down. The tiny turian gasped when Artis moved the chair, the titan of a vesekan moving his cock to her level so it could face her. The massive skin that wrapped around it was manually loosened and as a result, a cavern opened up before her. Tetra peered inside the fleshy cave, gasping in awe as she saw the various strands of sweat and natural lube, slick against the walls. She looked further back and saw what she assumed was smegma as well. She was so overwhelmed with everything, she froze, not knowing what to do exactly. She wanted time to think everything over. Would she be able to breathe in there? Would the musk be too much for her to handle inside? Would she be packed so tightly that she could suffocate?

"Hold on, I'm not so sure about this," she said, forgetting to yell like she usually did when trying to communicate with the massive vesekan. She looked up at him again and tried to speak, but before she could, she was hit by the massive titan's finger, pushing her along.

Arias couldn't hear her, and even if he did, he would just say two words.

"Don't care."

He wanted her, and nothing would stop him. His finger slammed into the back of her body and effortlessly pushed her forwards, acceleration and wind gluing her to the fingertip. She was helpless as she watched the yawning wide cavern of his open foreskin approach, the heat and musk steadily growing stronger and stronger...

...before his finger slammed into the open cavern, thrusting her in. The finger slightly fit inside the tight space, but Tetra was effortlessly knocked inside. It was a long, dark cavern, stretching what felt like half, maybe more of the length of the cock. It was a long, narrow cavern barely tall enough for her to stand in, but the folded flesh from being squeezed back would make that almost impossible. If the outside of his foreskin was smooth, the inside was even more so, and was lubricated by a musky, sweaty mix. Thin clumps of pale smegma could be glimpsed amongst the folds, with smaller clumps stuck to the smooth cock above. It was firm, slick, and radiated out a powerful, intense heat. It might've been the hottest part of his body, literally.

Faint light trickled in from behind her, blotted out by the titan's finger. That is, until his finger pulled away, and in an instant, the foreskin snapped back into place. Tetra's gut would lurch before she was pinned against the cock, instantly smothered on all sides by his cum, sweat and pre. He might've been right, her increased durability meant it barely even hurt, but it was still exceptionally tight. For as his cock grew to full erection, the foreskin was stretched tight around the base.

She could breathe, but the air was unbelievably thick with his scent.

Tetra was shocked that she could still breathe. The oxygen content was much lower than it had been before when she was outside and on the chair, but she could still breathe. The air inside Artis' foreskin was extremely heavy and filled to the brim with musk. If Tetra thought his musk was powerful before, being shoved in Artis' slit increased its power by twenty fold. The tiny turian's uncertainty was immediately cast aside now that she knew she wasn't going to die in here. Now, it was quite the opposite - she was enjoying her time within his foreskin so far, even though it'd only been a few seconds. The musk laced air was heavenly and completely rid her of her horrible headaches and the soft sweat and cum laced surroundings cushioned her nicely, making her extremely comfortable.

She wasn't sure what Artis had in mind for her next though, considering her entire world was fully enclosed and sealed within him. Tetra had no autonomy here and was completely at the vesekan's mercy. She didn't consider that a bad thing though, since now that her fears had passed, she was horny as hell.

Artis moaned deeply as he felt the tiny turian in his foreskin. In no time at all he was at full mast, squeezing Tetra extremely tight between a soft and a firm place, coating her in the many lubricants of his cock and foreskin as it went. But it grew a lot tighter as his left hand, having pushed Tetra into the space, reached down and firmly gripped his large shaft, squeezing it tight. Tetra was squeezed on all sides as he began to pump his length, starting slowly, yet still applying firm pressure to his shaft and the tiny trapped beneath his foreskin. The response was almost immediate, with another bead of pre building from the tip of his cock. Noticing this, he made sure to let off just enough pressure, pull his shaft up vertical, and open up a tiny pocket of his foreskin to let it roll in. While it didn't reach her, the many folds of his foreskin squeezed tight, it definitely added to the mire. A mire that was sealed as he released his foreskin again, with little fresh air able to flow in ... or musk to flow out.

Letting out a pleased sigh, he let his underwear drop all the way to the floor and stepped out of it. He only wore underwear to stop himself from staining the sheets as he slept, and as such had no qualms with walking around naked, stroking his cock. Veera didn't mind, and neither did he, with his species having greatly reduced qualms and taboos in relation to sex.

Tetra however would have no idea where she was travelling as he walked, her prison swaying from side to side as she went. Suddenly, the world would lurch as he sat down again, his shaft not pointing straight up in the air as he lounged out on a lounger. With a full screen window ahead of him and a sun lamp above him, casting his whole body in not just light, but heat, he casually masturbated. Fully aware of the tiny turian in his cock, which merely aroused him further.

Tetra felt a small amount of wetness enter her tight prison upon seeing Artis open his foreskin slightly. Just as soon as she acknowledged the light, it was gone. The space inside his foreskin was extremely tight and made it difficult to move, with the tiny turian being smeared in the vesekan's various bodily fluids. It was an odd feeling, but not at all unpleasant. She could breathe inside her prison despite how laboured her breath was. She was in so much pleasure though that she didn't care. The musk was so powerful inside that it filled her nose completely, relieving her brain of the lust induced headaches and as a result, driving her sexual instincts up a wall; she was addicted to the scent and knew that the moment it disappeared, her body would yearn for it once more. So she decided to savour everything in the moment.

Upon feeling Artis' position move, her prison got tighter. Tetra was shoved into various smegma build ups and found herself more thoroughly coated in the vesekan's bodily fluids. The musk in the air was getting thicker, making it a little harder to breathe; she didn't care though - the turian was in heaven. As she made herself comfortable inside, she felt her prison getting warmer...and warmer. Tetra assumed Artis turned up the ship's temperature...not that she minded. The temperature increased his musk and bodily fluid build up, and she was all for that.

As they grow more aroused, the vesekan tend to grow more ... single minded. His eyes lidded closed in pleasure, while he let deep, powerful grunts as he stroked himself faster and faster to climax. His thrusts and grip grew more forceful, pressing and squeezing Tetra even harder and harder into the tight, black flesh. And yet she was unharmed. If anything, it helped work her into those creases and pockets of sweat, cum and smegma that she loved so much, utterly claiming her in his scent and sex. At first he was acutely aware of her presence, of the small lump pressing into his cock to add pleasure, but she was slowly forgotten as he lost himself to the desire and arousal coursing through his veins.

More and more cum gushed from his urethra, with drops splashing across his clenched tight hand, while more ran down the spire of his shaft to add to the mire within Tetra's new home. Artis was close, he could feel it, he could feel his balls sloshing with seed as they prepared to shoot out a heavy load. More and more heavy drops came from his urethra, running down to his foreskin, splashing onto the floor below. He leaned forwards, both paws firmly planted on the ground, doubled over in pleasure. The pressure for Tetra suddenly doubled as he gripped his thick shaft with both hands, squeezing it, milking it for the coming flood...

Tetra felt herself getting squeezed, feeling the area around her getting twice as tight as it was previously. The tiny turian had settled into the creases she was in, feeling herself getting pushed deeper and deeper within the folds inside Artis' foreskin. She found it harder to breathe now, constantly feeling her environment pushing down on her from all sides as she realized she physically couldn't move, sealed in place in her shifting prison. The tiny turian realized that Artis was losing himself in pleasure and truthfully speaking, she was too. Her headache was completely gone now, replaced with a blissful feeling caused by the increased musk. Her body continued to surprise her, given its reaction to the vesekan's musk; it thrived on the scent, desperately wanting more and more and more.

The cum droplets wetting her form certainly didn't help. Since Tetra physically couldn't move, she was exposed to occasional drops of Artis' cum joining her inside her tight prison. Her plates were slick with it now, completely coated in his liquids. Between being shoved into his sweaty creases, getting slathered in pre, and getting facefuls of smegma, in addition to the cum coating her entire form, Tetra could confidently say, given her lusty state of mind, that this was heaven. If Artis had more in mind after this, she certainly wouldn't mind taking part in those activities. vesekan genitalia was fascinating! For now though, she'd wait for the oncoming storm.

As the cock grew hotter and hotter, climax imminent ... one of the hands pulled away. The world suddenly tilted forwards, the vertical cock now horizontal with a downwards slope. And the pressure returned once more with a wet squelch, not as hard as before, but still forcing her into the tight space.

And with a low moan, the flood finally came.

The cock tensed before a massive rush of cum could be heard, a cascading, rushing torrent, sounding like a vast, massive waterfall roaring past her just millimetres away. It came in a set of waves, one after the after, the entire shaft pulsing. Pulse, pulse, pulse, rush, rush, rush. One thing that was certain was that he was virile with a seemingly never ending stream of cum, and a high amount of it too. She could hear it crash like waves against a shore, yet so much thicker and squelchier, while the foreskin around her rocked back and forth, still wedging her tight into the cock. After five full seconds, the waterfall slowed, the pulses growing weaker and further apart...

Tetra felt the tightness around her subside slightly, figuring Artis removed his hand. She took the time to breathe in before the hand returned, the pressure applied to her before doubling and making her gasp. The vesekan was going at it hard, something she expected, but hadn't prepared for. The pressure squeezed her deeper into the folds of his cock, shoving her tiny form into the crevices as they coated her in his scent. He let out a deep grunt that reverberated through his body, hearing the bubbling of cum everywhere around her as it churned to pressures she knew couldn't be sustained. Then the flood came.

Turian historians were always keen to beat the tragedies and horrifying events of the past into the skulls of every being alive, but Tetra knew they couldn't have possibly predicted the force of the session she was experiencing now. She could feel the numerous spurts from his ejaculation, the sounds rumbling throughout her foreskin prison. The pressure around her increased and decreased in waves so startling that she had to start conserving her breaths; the oxygen left with each thrust, replaced with one hundred percent of the vesekan's musk in a matter of seconds, only for the air to return just as fast. Breathing was a chore and her brain was on fire, but so were her loins. They got wetter and wetter with everything she experienced, listening to the spurts outside. It had felt like an eternity before Artis' thrusts slowed down, finally giving her some time to catch her breath. She wanted to say that this was heaven, but she had to be honest with herself: anything having to do with this vesekan's cock and balls made the concept of heaven seem like purgatory. They were better than heaven.

Finally, after ten seconds of ejaculation, the torrent came to a close. The last few spurts of white shot out of his cock to splash against an ever growing pool, and the only shaking motions was the heavy breath of Artis himself. For several seconds he just breathed, his cock swaying back and forth slightly. In that time, the cock had softened ever so slightly, the pressure upon Tetra now back to where it was just before his ejaculation. There was peace for a few moments ... before Artis let go of his cock, letting it dangle limply.

And grabbed his foreskin, tugging and pulling it back to let Tetra slip free.

Tetra, suspended upside down still and utterly coated in sweat, pre and musk, quickly slipped free. She fell, her vision blurred ... before splashing into a hot pool.

The pool of Artis's cum, in the bottom of the fleshlight he had just unloaded himself into. The clear ridged walls were coated in sweat and cum, with the walls about as wide as Artis's shaft, and no doubt spread wide by his member. Said member loomed at the entrance, blotting out most of the light, with cum still leaking from the tip, splashing over Tetra. Tetra herself was in a several inch deep puddle of cum ... and yet she was fine. The liquid was thick, but it was also dense, with Tetra naturally buoyant, and the surface tension helping keep her afloat. The world outside was hard to see through the cum smeared across the transparent walls, but the fleshlight was definitely held in Artis's hand. Artis himself was doubled over, one hand on the fleshlight, while the other was on his knee as he panted.

Tetra gasped upon seeing the light of the world outside. The foreskin wall pushing her into the deep crevice was pulled away and the warmth it provided was no more. Slightly saddened by this, she let out a small, involuntary chirp before the slick juices coating her form loosened enough to let her free. With a yelp, she fell down and away from the vesekan's cock and into what felt like a puddle of his semen. She was right. Surprised that she could float, Tetra looked around to view her surroundings. The turian was in...a fleshlight?

She swam around a bit, trying to get her bearings and, surprisingly, finding herself really missing the overwhelming musk Artis' foreskin provided. The fleshlight she was deposited in had clear walls, allowing more light to come through and illuminate the pool she was now swimming in. It was certainly his cum alright, and it completely coated her form, to the extent that she couldn't even see her own skin colour. She tried to wipe the cum away from her eyes, but it kept reapplying itself when she did. With a sigh, the turian draped her hands above her eyes temporarily so the thick afterglow wouldn't blind her. She looked out of the hole at the top of the fleshlight in search of Artis.

But she wouldn't be able to before her world lurched upwards. The cock dragged along the top edge of the fleshlight before flopping out as Tetra was pulled higher and higher. As she passed Artis's chest, the fleshlight tipped horizontally. Waves of cum crashed against the folded walls turned shore, with Tetra being brought closer and closer to the edge. But not over it, with it on about a 60 degree angle, leaving the cum near the edge, but not over it. And beyond the opening of the fleshlight was no longer Artis's shaft, but his eye, keenly focused on her.

"Wow..." He muttered, his voice powerful due to proximity. "Don't think I've ever cum so much before..."

"You're certainly a virile specimen! Spirits!" She yelled, hoping he could hear her. His eye was absolutely massive, with the giant slit pupil staring straight at her. It was a little unnerving, the eye feeling as if it was staring into her soul. It probably was.

She made an effort to keep balance, trying her best to not fall over the edge. The cum certainly helped, since it swallowed her feet and kept her entire form sticky, but planted. Artis wouldn't be able to see any of Tetra's features, as she was completely coated in his seed; his cum was white and she was the same shade as it, not a hint of her original grey pigment shining through the sticky layers that completely coated her.

"If I didn't know you were down there, I probably would've missed you, because you are utterly covered in my seed. It's going to take a lot of washing to get that smell out of you, if ever. My scent ... it claims you, doesn't it? Remind you of me?~" He chuckled briefly, shaking the fleshlight from side to side. Glancing down at his shaft, he looked back up.

"Although, I'm not too different myself, my cock is utterly caked in cum, guess I really do need that shower...~"

Tetra, still somewhat high on the fumes of Artis' musk, let out a small chuckle. "Do you though?" She replied, smirking in a somewhat smug manner. He had been right on his previous point though: she was absolutely coated in his seed, so much so that it was a shock that he could see her. His scent certainly did claim her and she knew it would be either weeks or months until it came out, if ever.

He smirked back, showing off a faint glint of his white, sharp teeth behind his gums, yet not in aggression, but in smugness.

"Well ... seeing as my scent claims you as mine ... what's the purpose of having a little turian of your own if they don't help you out now and then?"

With another glint in his eye, Tetra's gut would lurch once more as he lowered the fleshlight. He tilted it back to vertical, sending her falling back down into the pit of cum where she would stay before descending onto the black, synthetic chair he lounged upon. His two legs were spread wide ... and even through the half opaque fleshlight, she could see it. His cock. The massive black monster looming just outside and below her, the fleshlight hovering above it. That is, until he tipped it over. The fleshlight tipped past sixty degrees and Tetra was sent falling over the edge. A few drops of cum went with her, Tetra fell an inch or so before splashing onto the limp, soft upper surface of the shaft with a few drops of cum, before sliding off the slick surface to land right beside it.

From her new perch, his cock looked just as massive at first, if not a little bit bigger. It was now fully limp, laying across the black, synthleather chair with the base still resting upon two hefty, hefty balls. Drops of cum were worked into every wrinkle and crease of the foreskin, and that was just the outside, goodness knows what it looked like within. Even now it still faintly twitched, while a slow stream of cum leaked out the tip. The ground beneath her feet was smooth, warm and soaked in liquid. A bright light shone from above heating and warming the space, a sunlamp for Artis.

The monster shifted slightly as Artis did, setting the fleshlight back down on the nearby table before looking down at her with a smirk.

"Well? I didn't think you'd need an invitation to start cleaning the cock you adore so much~"

Tetra let out an unsuspecting chirp upon feeling the fleshlight tipping over. The collection of cum she floated in pushed her towards the edge, coating her form more thoroughly until she was pushed over. The tiny turian fell a short distance, landing straight onto the soft, limp top of Artis' cock. She noticed immediately how warm it was, purring slightly at that aspect. The turian took note of some of the difference between the anatomy of her species and his. vesekan cocks weren't kept in slits and didn't create their own lubrication like the males of her species. Instead, they were full packages with all the parts hanging on the outside, set to flop around between their legs. She assumed this was to attract females, but Tetra wasn't well versed in their biology. The only aspects of their biology that attracted her interest were their cock and balls … both of which she was mesmerized with.

Wetness from the area of the cock she touched down upon made it so she ended up slipping, falling onto the chair cushion and next to the cock in question. Artis moved his position slightly, causing the environment around her to shake. She looked up at him, observing his expression as she was met with a smirk.

She was surprised by what he said, but realized she probably shouldn't be. Tetra did egg him on slightly. With a small smirk of her own, she moved to the head of the soaked cock, examining it before running up to the tip and jumping into the soft flesh, hugging it as best as she could. While doing so, she positioned her head in such a way that would allow her to lick at his tip to lap up some of the cum. Due to how coated she was and how much cum still resided on his member, it was relatively difficult to see her.

The tip of his shaft loomed almost menacingly to tiny Tetra, a vast gateway to depths and places unknown, with the tunnel easily big enough to hold tiny, tiny Tetra. Globs of white still slowly oozed forth, slapping down below in wet slurps. It was easily at least ten times the volume of a turian's full ejaculation, and it was just the remnants of what he had done just before!

The crown of the foreskin covered the tip mostly, with only about half or a quarter of the tip visible to Tetra. Although, the skin would provide a lip for her to grasp onto and heft herself up to the urethra itself. The skin was folded and wrinkled, leaving it packed and soaked with sweat, cum and pre. The foreskin's pocket was relatively loose, with plenty of smegma seen within the depths.

As she licked and lapped at the cum, it was just as warm and full flavoured as ever. Artis himself wouldn't be able to see her, or even really feel her, as he was now lounging back in the chair, tapping away at a tablet he picked up from the table. He was relaxing, regaining his energy underneath the warmth of the light, as his dutiful little turian got to work. Tapping once on his Omnitool, he summoned a small, aerial drone: relatively common technology. It was a silent, hovering viewpoint, which he soon manoeuvred to be down at Tetra's level, in front of the chair. Through it he would be able to see Tetra work in the corner of his screen.

"It's good to see you working~ Before I would just get Veera to clean my shaft, but this is much more convenient. I barely even have to think about it... of course, I know you can't think of anything but my massive, musky cock, can't you?~"

Tetra had no idea if Artis wanted her to clean up all the cum from his cock. She could try, but the tiny turian knew that the job was simply too much work. She was only one centimetre tall and her stomach was only so big. Artis, meanwhile, was a titan. His looking form took up her entire vision, so she settled about with doing her work to clean his member. The tiny turian dedicated her efforts into scooping as much cum into her mouth as she could. Her tongue lapped away at large deposits, pulling them into her maw. She'd commonly open her mouth fully, flaring her mandibles away from her jaw fully at 180 degrees and pushing her jaw down to expose her maw, tongue, and teeth.

Tetra was extremely thankful that the vesekan were a dextro amino species, as it made life on her stomach and taste buds much easier. Surprisingly, Artis' cum tasted quite good. It was flavourful, but also sweet, something that turians tended to prefer with their foods. She pulled the foreskin apart slightly to make more progress on the tip. Looking over, she noticed the open pocket to her side, the side she hadn't been stuffed in. Tetra saw the contents inside and slowly started moving towards it, pushing herself into the foreskin. Her upper body, then legs, then feet would disappear from view as she went to collect her prize. Taking her hand, she pushed it into the pile, grabbing some and shoving it into her maw. This, like his cum, was also flavourful with a tad of sweetness. She let out a loud purr, reapplying her musk high as she inhaled Artis' fumes. Truth be told, she preferred being cocooned inside his foreskin, but she knew she'd have to come out eventually.

"Not at the moment, no," she responded, licking the walls inside his foreskin.

"Good, good, I think our relationship will work just fine~" Artis purred, his cock twitching and throbbing slightly as he grew somewhat more aroused, yet it remained flaccid. The scent was at its strongest inside the pocket, along with smegma, pre, sweat and cum. The walls were utterly dripping with them. Even with how much was smeared across Tetra's skin, the insides were still caked with it. And it only grew thicker and thicker deeper inside.

"I suggest you focus on the inside of the foreskin, as that's where I've struggled to reach before, but I'm sure you'll do fine~ And you don't have to eat it all you know, but I won't say no~ How's the taste?"

Tetra shoved a handful of his smegma into her maw, chewing on the soft mush slightly. "It's flavourful, but there's a touch of sweetness to it. Overall, it's honestly not bad," she said, surprised she even said that about the build up in the vesekan's cock. Tetra continued crawling further back in the foreskin, her form now completely hidden from the outside world, with the exception of a tiny bulge on the side of Artis' cock. The build up was getting thicker and thicker the further back she went.

"Mmh, glad to hear it. I wouldn't be surprised if I could feed you off it entirely. If you were just a bit smaller, you might even be able to live in there." He said with a chuckle, the foreskin tightening just a tiny amount, He sighed again, relaxing back into his chair.

"If I had a whole colony in there, I'd never have to clean down there, wouldn't that be a thought..." He mumbled, thinking aloud to himself.

Bringing the drone in close to the side of his shaft so he could at least hear her, he soon focused back on the tablet, simply relaxing beneath the warm, warm light. He thought little of the tiny turian in his foreskin, her presence not focused upon by his mind.

Of course, while he wasn't focused on her, his body still had a great impact on her. It grew steadily wetter and hotter the deeper she went, with a layer of muck building up that she would have to crawl through...

"Spirits, I could probably live here already, Artis! I don't think you realize just how big you are compared to me in my current predicament!" She yelled, wading through the tunnel that was Artis' foreskin.

Tetra finally made it deep enough where very little light was shining through. The mushy smegma from before turned thick, congealing into a paste that smeared all over her body and the walls like mud. She'd previously been completely coated in cum, but now all of that had been replaced by smegma, her face included.

"Heh, true, true. You could be a live in cleaner, just for my cock. Veera mentioned something about the Prothean vessel being a specimen collector ... perhaps ... perhaps it was for them to shrink and harvest species to live on them and clean them, just like you are doing?~" He muttered, his cock giving another aroused twitch and throb.

As for Tetra, it continued to grow thicker and thicker. Eventually there would be a point where she would reach the end, and if not the end, then a point in which the smegma grew so thick to make going deeper utterly impossible...

Tetra eventually found it extremely difficult to move on, let alone move. She'd ventured so far back into Artis' folds that she had trouble pushing forward. The smegma was too thick now, with the sticky piles taking hold of her arms and legs. The tiny turian found herself completely stuck in place, thoroughly coated in the vesekan's build up and trapped deep inside his foreskin. The musk where she currently found herself was extremely thick though, keeping most coherent thoughts away due to how powerful of an effect Artis' musk had on her brain. Tetra didn't know if he realized just how much of an effect his musk had on her. After all, it had literally led her into his underwear, and now his foreskin.

Tetra decided to focus on his words now, and blushed at his suggestion of being a live in cleaner for his cock. She tried to will herself to not say anything about it, knowing full well that his musk could easily influence her brain. If her instincts had their way, she'd probably accept his proposition. So instead, she focused on what he said about the protheans. "I'm not sure that that's how they managed the shrunken beings they took in, but it's an interesting theory. Once I get my size back, I'll have to look into it," she said, grunting as she tried to move.

She let out a sigh. "Could you help me out, Artis? The build up back here got pretty thick and I made the mistake of getting stuck."

"Mmmh, but why?" He muttered, clearly not phased by the development. "I mean, you fit so well in there ... do you really need to come back out again? Besides, isn't it nice and warm for you?~" His voice took upon a faint hint of cheekiness to it, a smile creeping across his lips.

"It...is warm, yes," she said, letting out a sigh. His overwhelming musk was making thinking difficult. "But I'd like to be let out," she said, trying to move her form. It was no use; the tiny turian was stuck in place, the smegma keeping her body held in her position on all fours, surrounding her on all sides. And while her eyesight was excellent for a turian, she could no longer see the light of the opening behind her. Her night vision sight only did so much, unfortunately.

"Fine by me." He said with a shrug, recalling the camera to his Omnitool and putting the tablet to his side. Tetra would be rocked from side to side and hear his massive hand moving across her, rubbing across the shaft and soft scales around. But not to try and get her out. It instead cupped underneath her, the cock being held to a more upright position, threatening to send her sliding back further. His fingers had gone underneath the shaft and balls. And then he stood up, Tetra being jostled from side to side as he stood up fully. His left hand was still underneath his hefty sac and cock, keeping the mostly limp shaft horizontal as he walked.

"Just need to find somewhere to put you, don't just want to leave you on a chair." He said, his paws slamming into the ground with deep, distant pounds. "Hate for Veera to sit on you on accident~"

Tetra let out a small chuckle. She wanted to say that he'd almost sat on her, but the comment never reached her mouth. She stayed in place, curious about what Artis had planned and where he was going to put her. "Where is Veera, anyway? It's been a bit since I've heard from her. She said she was going to wash my space suit," she said, thinking it over. It had been quite a bit longer than ten minutes, or at least she thought it had. Tetra had no idea how much time had passed, since her time around Artis had felt long. Time seemed to slow when she was with the massive vesekan, not that she minded.

"Yeah, I'm not sure where she is right now, but I'm sure she's around. I'll be heading to a nearby station anyway to run some errands today, so it's not like I can have a tiny turian wriggling in my cock all throughout. Too arousing~ The other species don't like to see a cock bulging against a crotch plate, I've been told."

After another turn, the walking finally came to a stop. Tetra suddenly lurched downwards as Artis leaned over, shuffling his feet slightly as he went. It seemed like he was picking something up off the floor. A bag perhaps? The distant rustling of fabric across vesekan scales could be heard...

...only for the world to drop out around Tetra, as Artis let go of his shaft. Momentary freefall before the cock swung to a stop, now dangling mostly vertically, with Tetra now upside down. The sudden jolt to a stop would pull her down just a few millimetres, yet the foreskin was still holding her tight. And was it growing firmer? The cock hung limply down, being at a 45 degree angle at its base, before steepening near the end. Tetra would slowly feel herself being pulled towards the exit...

...before Artis's right hand deftly pinched the skin around the little bulge, and tugged. The pressure abated, and Tetra slid across the foreskin, light building as she raced towards the exit. And then she was falling. Freefalling the long, long way down, except it wasn't very long at all before she slammed into something soft, springy, black ... and slightly wet with sweat.

Artis's underwear.

It was just a few inches below his limp shaft, Artis's hands and spread legs helping keep the underwear up. Tetra had landed directly in the middle, directly below the cock and balls that blotted out the light overhead. Just beyond it, she would see Artis's smirking face.

"There though ... there will do~ See you in a few hours~"

With that, he began to pull his underwear up...

Tetra let out a loud chirp upon being forced out and into the light. She was frightened to be in freefall, but this didn't last long. The bouncy fabric she landed on removed some of the smegma coating her body and the downward slope removed more layers of the stuff until she came to a stop at a flat surface. Her form still had remnants of smegma coating her and the smell was deeply imprinted into her plates, but she was mostly free of the stuff. This being the case, she could see much clearer than she could before, and the environment she now found herself in looked very familiar. The ground was wet, soaked with sweat, and the area around her was dark with light poking in at the sides. It took a second, but her environment immediately clicked in her head. She was in Artis' underwear.

Tetra got to her feet and brushed off the remaining smegma, looking around afterwards. She could see the massive vesekan's legs in each of the holes, which meant... The tiny turian looked up. Above her, Artis' massive cock and balls hung loosely in place, their scent permeating the air around her. She felt her legs weaken again at the presence of his scent that hit her nose. Every time she saw his equipment, she viewed it in a new light, and every time this happened, she was dwarfed by the presence of his massive genitalia; her new size really put into perspective just how huge he was, and it gave her a new appreciation for his equipment.

Upon realizing that she was rising though and that he planned to be away for multiple hours, Tetra let out a small chirp. She figured she hadn't spent more than half an hour with Artis and her brain had already wanted to surrender and live in his foreskin. Several hours though? There was no telling what she'd do, or worse - what he'd do. Artis was charming and knew a lot about turian biology. Spirits, if he tried to be kinky with her and entice her with his anatomy for that long, she'd succumb to whatever he wanted.

Spirits, even if she could even fight against his charms, her body wouldn't let her. Damn biology.

"You can just drop me off on that chair you found me on," she said, unable to look away from his sweaty balls. "Veera should be back soon to tell me about my armour," she said, hoping he'd let her out of his underwear. "You'll, er...be gone for most of the day. Didn't you say that having someone so close to your cock would be too arousing?" She asked, trying to use his own words to help her argument.

"That was in my cock though, this is different. Besides, doesn't really matter what you say, so just enjoy the ride~"

And with that, he pulled his underwear up all the rest of the way in the blink of an eye. The sudden acceleration knocked Tetra onto her back, forcing her to watch the massive, looming balls race towards her. Closer and closer they came...

...before she was effortlessly pinned against them, the fabric holding her tight against the crease at the centre of his large, hefty sac. His cock was quickly bundled up into the underwear as well, bulging it out just a little bit more than when they first met. As the band went higher and higher, the pressure grew stronger and stronger. While she was still between two very soft places, it was tight! She could wriggle and breathe the musky, sweaty air, but not much else. Maybe move about with enough time, something she was in no shortage of at all.

Meanwhile, Artis sighed as he let the waistband snap back into place around his waist, his 'passenger' now firmly secured in his underwear, pinned directly underneath his massive sac and shaft. He could still feel her, the little lump pressing against his sac. Snickering at the pleasant feeling, he ran a finger all the way along the centreline of his underwear, running it straight over tiny, tiny Tetra.

After that, it was business as usual, Artis seemingly forgetting about the turian. He was going out to a mixed species station so had to put on some bulky warm clothes. As for how long he would be gone, he wasn't sure. At least a few hours, maybe a whole day.

Oh well. It wasn't like Tetra would need to go anywhere anytime soon~

Tetra found herself pinned again, for what she believed was the third time today. It wasn't uncomfortable by any means, being trapped between Artis' underwear and balls, but the pressure on her form was tight. She felt the vesekan's finger move over her form, pushing her into his balls a bit further. The tiny turian's shape made up a small bulge on the outside - one that immediately got covered when Artis put on his warm suit. She let out a breath. Now that he sealed her inside, there wasn't any light or air in her newfound prison. She found it difficult to think, the musky and sweaty air swaying her brain into thoughts of lust; cognitive thought was extremely difficult, since lust quickly took over all of her mental faculties. Damn his intoxicating cock and ball musk...it had a sway over her thoughts and instincts in a way that she couldn't come remotely close to understanding. So, with a sigh, she wiggled around, taking a minute to find a comfortable position while the vesekan went about his day. Tetra couldn't move much, and if she had to guess, Artis' errands might end up lasting the whole day. She prepared to settle in for the long ride.

Artis had mostly forgotten about Tetra, feeling her only when she gave a particularly strong motion, or when he moved in a way that tightened his underwear, making the tiny bulge all the more noticeable. While he wasn't wearing a pressure suit, the air and heat was definitely trapped in his underwear, subjecting her to the musk, the sweat and the heat all throughout the day. There were a few layers of clothes on his body, similar to what a turian may wear, only bulkier.

Only after four hours would she finally have respite. He would find a public restroom in the station, and Tetra would feel the world shift as he suddenly sat down. A few magnetic zippers would be undone, and she would hear the thick, heavy fabric of his legwear be pulled off. The light would still be gone, the heat and humidity strong, but there was some faint relief. Until some fresh air would work its way to her as he finally opened up the waistband of his underwear. Tetra was still pinned tight, until he grabbed his shaft and sac and pulled it closer to his chest, thus letting the sweat skin finally off her body. And after so long, light would finally fall across her body, eclipsed by the curious gaze of his face.

"How are you holding up, musk slut?~" He said with a hint of cheekiness.

Tetra felt the welcome rush of fresh air reaching her nostrils, giving her a reprieve from the sweaty, musky air that she'd been fully exposed to for the last four hours. During that time, she hadn't been able to move much, so she spent most of her time laying in place and daydreaming about...things. She didn't know how long she'd been in locked away in the vesekan's underwear, but the tiny turian figured some time went by if Artis was checking on her. She looked around and moved her arms, body, and legs, eager to stretch out after what she figured was hours stuck under Artis' sack. She looked up to the massive vesekan, meeting his curious gaze with one of her own.

Musk slut? Charming. But in this case, there was more truth behind that title than she wanted to admit.

"Getting some fresh air's nice," she said, ignoring the jab. Some part of her still really liked the vesekan's sweaty musk though. "It's also nice that I can stretch a bit. Aside from ignoring that little name you've decided to bless me with, overall, I'm doing alright." The tiny turian stretched her arms and legs, happy to have the space to move for now. She knew it wouldn't last though - the ceiling behind Artis' face was that of a public restroom, so she figured she'd be pinned again soon. "It gets really sweaty in here with your suit on though. Musky too. The air's pretty much musk and sweat."

She let out a sigh. "How are your errands going? Figured I'd ask before you seal me back in here for another....6 hours? 7?"

"I mean, your new name is true, isn't it?" He said with another snicker. His body shook slightly, sending more droplets of sweat and musk dripping onto her. "And they're going well, thank you for asking. Got a few more hours to go. But if you'd like to have a bit more room to move, then just climb up a bit before I drop my hefty sac again"

Tetra grumbled a bit, brushing off the vesekan's prod at her current situation. It was a bit irritating how he could rub it in the way he could, but it didn't help her in the slightest that was he said wasn't far from the truth. When his body shook, she was drenched in more sweat, the musky smell getting stronger now despite being exposed to the air. Tetra nodded, complying with Artis' suggestion and moved to the edge of the underwear crotch area, climbing up the front and digging her claws into the fabric to do so. She made it about halfway up before looking back at Artis' face. She figured this was high enough to go in his underwear.

"A few more hours?" She let out a sigh. Tetra knew Artis wouldn't let her out of his underwear anyway, so she relaxed herself and prepared for more time getting acquainted with the vesekan's musk. "I think I'm high enough up that I'll have some room now."

"That's just how long it takes. Besides, it's not like you mind being surrounded by that musk you love so much, is it?~ See you then~"

With that, he let his sac and shaft go, letting it flump back down in the underwear. Tetra would feel the underwear dimple slightly from the new weight lying upon it, while his hefty, thick, flaccid cock rested along the centre line of the underwear. Although, while Tetra might've crawled away enough from the hefty package, she would get very close and personal with it as Artis casually let go of the waistband, sending the front piece of fabric right towards the sac and shaft.

And with that snap closed, Artis was done. Standing up, he put his clothes one once more and walked back out into the station. Whether Tetra was pinned or not didn't matter, he would continue about his day, with one little helper tucked away in his underwear~