High Officer Zelia Trill. Respected diplomat. Brilliant tactician. Current rankng officer on board the Curiosity. Giggly, only borderline obsessive human fangirl. She just couldn't help herself around the little things! Everything about the tiny creatures made her alternatively want to coo over them or squeal in delight. It was bad enough that a group of them would occupy all her time and energy, distracting her from any and all other responsibilities or hobbies. Fortunately, she had found a solution in limiting her interactions to just one human at any given time. A balance that ler her indulge without detracting from her life or duties. Of course she couldn't bear to let them go once she had one of the adorable little things.
You didn't know it yet, but whatever else happened this would be your last assignment onboard the Curiosity. One way or another, when Zelia left the ship you would be going with her.
Which brings us to you! The small, anxious human currently staring nervously at the most powerful person you had ever been in the presence of. A slender built silvery-grey furred Roden with black speckled through her coat, dressed in a crisp blue uniform jacket and pants. She was leaned over with both elbows on her desk, staring down at you with undisguised eagerness, inadvertantly (you hoped) doing a wonderful job of showing off just how much she towered over you and your kind. There was also the horribly flustering and unfair manner of just how difficult the position made it not to be left staring directly at her breasts, rather than her face. Compromising positions aside, there was the manner of all the tings you'd heard about this Zelia Trill... only one human at a time, those assigned to her didn't come back from it. And rumors abound as to just what had happened to your predecessors. Allowed to retire early? Kept for her personal collection in a sort of terrarium at her home? Lost to 'accidents'? And of course the most prominent rumor, the one that made your eyes glance nervously between her mouth and throat... that the moment they began to bore her they'd gone down her gullet.
The truth of all that was actually somewhere in between. Zelia had swallowed several of her humans, but not to make them lunch. It was just that... Well even once she was done with them, for one reason or another, she still wasn't willing to give them up. If anything not toying with them anymore made her feel even more possessive. Swallowing them then, or getting them inside her through more exotic means, served her purposes in several ways. It ensured she couldn't lose them somehow. That she did not have to put effort or attention into her ownership of them. And that it made it absolutely and fundamentally clear that they were hers. As far as she was aware each and every one of them was still trapped somewhere inside her body.
Incidentally, her last human had tried to run away. She'd snorted him for that. She still let out a few giggling squeaks every time she remembered how much that had tickled...
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