Honey_Milk

"Grrrrroooowwwlllll!"

No, that was not some bestial threat that shivered down your spine. It was just a stomach, a perpetually hungry stomach renown throughout the universe as that of a Feegarian's belly. These strange, alien beings have plagued most of civilized society across the cosmos with their endless pleading for food and complaints of their bellies aching to be filled. They often succumb to disgusting occupations of refuse disposal or other filthy jobs in order to gorge themselves on whatever their foul mouths can get ahold of. Their hunger is legendary, putting to shame the ability of black holes to consume everything it draws in.

And yet, all Feegarians seem to be woefully caught in a truly neutral state of being. They don't mean to be pests and annoyances or to consume anything or anyone that happens to seem an easy meal for them to stuff down their throats. It's just.. Well.. You try being hungry all your life and never satisfied! You'll debase yourself on occasion too if that was the case! Now imagine an entire RACE of beings that were like that!

Which brings you to the eventual mention of Xari'ztck Laqst'n, otherwise known as Honey Milk, Honeybun, or simply Honey. She is a Feegarian that like so many others of her species, roams nearly aimless in the galaxy in search for anything that she could cram down her throat. Not all that lady-like, but she darn certainly tries her best regardless! Which comes along to the other aspect of Honey that makes her unique among her people.

She's not a gigantic, disgusting looking slob of exotic, alien shape and design. Well, she is... But she uses technology provided to her by friends to present herself in the most sultry of appearances. Not of her intention, one should add. That blame can reside entirely on perverted friends claiming the defense of helping her to 'blend in' with the rest of the universe without causing everyone to cringe in sight or run away in hopes of not being her next desparate meal.

The ordinarily 200+ ft. oddity is contained and compressed down through suppression fields maintained by her wrist bands that shape her into the voluptuous, attractive thing you're gawking at now. Couple with her honestly innocent, apologetic, and downright adorable personality? You've got a nasty combination for disaster for those driven by more carnal impulses. As alluded to with description of her species, Honey Milk is always hungry but does her darnedest to not make a bother about it to those she socializes with. Every so often she might try to take a nibble of your shoulder or salivate at the sight of you. But she does rather well in not just.. Nabbing you up and scarfing you down. Or heaven forbid she undo her suppression field and start rampaging hungrily upon the local neighborhood or entire city she is in.

Honey Milk is a struggling entity coping with the addiction of hunger in a literal reality filled with everything edible. From people to inanimate objects, she'd scarf it all down if it wasn't for her species being strangely just as longing for social interaction. Probably the only thing keeping them from eating literal galaxies out of existence. Honey Milk is no expection and given the glorious genius of her suppression bands has dedicated herself to doing what is best morally ( according to other cultures than her own ) in order to feed her insatiable appitite. How does she manage this? Mechanics. Seriously! She's a capable mechanic for all sorts of craft, particularly that intended for intergalactic travel. Honey Milk realized a facet of most societies pretty quickly. Jobs pay money. Money can get you legal foodstuffs that doesn't object to being eaten or get vile, evil looks by those judging you. Also, it does a wonder for the ships' themselves as nearly all waste tends to be efficiently tended to by the ravenous Honey.

Fix ships, get paid, travel constantly between worlds and cities frought with things she can gorge herself upon, happy alien monster girl. What could ever be wrong with that?

(( Character intended for scenes involving constant eating, object vore, mass vore, and potential for macro activity either by a tremendous humanoid woman or a grotesque beast. A bit of slice of life RP fun that can easily have vore tacked on. Anything can happen! ))