Dinner at a Restaurant
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 8
by
copier
· original author:
oddler
Gene sat at a booth, spinning his caster gun on the hardwood table's surface. Sitting to his left was his companion, Melfina. The bio-android runs a hand across her slightly swelled tummy. A passerby might assume the dark haired woman was a few months pregnant. The reality though was that there was nothing growing inside of her, just the opposite. Some poor sap, most likely a wino, had been devoured kicking and screaming a few hours prior, and was currently being broken down to provide the bio-android with sustenance. It had been quite a shock for Gene the first time he witnessed his pseudo-human love interest feed. Weeks had gone by and, despite consuming a large variety and amount of food, Melfina had complained about an insatiable appetite building in the pit of her stomach. She'd also slowly become thinner and frailer looking. A concerned Gene had taken her to a doctor who, while inspecting the inside of his patient's mouth, awoke her latent talent. As he leaned in Melfina had darted forward, unhinging her jaw in a very snake like fashion. Gene had watched in shock as the the girl mechanically swallowed the spasming doctor down, as if he were no different than a cheeseburger. After completely consuming him she'd thanked him for curing the strange hollow feeling in her stomach. She'd done it in her usual emotionless monotone, and Gene had to wonder if she really understood the severity of the situation. They had to haul ass out of the doc's office, but Gene had to admit he was sort of happy with the results. Melfina put on a bit more weight, seemed more energized, and he hadn't paid out a single wong (Gene is a notorious cheapskate). There had been some problems when it came time for the good doctor to be expedited from Melfina's bowels. She'd swallowed him with all his clothing, and while cloth might pass easily enough stethoscopes and sharp, pointy syringes were another matter. Still, the overall experience helped them discover a way to tame the gnawing empty sensation in Melfina's middle, and that was a good thing. Since then, once a week, Melfina would feed on a bounty or the homeless.
Across from Gene, watching the spinning gun with mild interest, was his young partner, Jim. Jim was pretty much the brains behind most of their operations. He scratched the side his nose in a bored manner, "Maybe we should just order. I already know what Aisha will want. Just ask them to bring out two portions of everything on the menu."
"If we're lucky she won't be hungry....Those two had better get here soon." Gene muttered, "I'm tired of just sitting on my ass."
"I'm sure they'll be here soon," the bio-android assured him in an unconcerned voice.
"Well they- Ah, speak of the devil." Gene stood up.
Aisha Clan Clan and "Twilight" Suzuka had walked into the seafood restaurant. The usually sleek assassin had a grotesquely distended middle that stretched her kimino to its limits, threatening to tear it. Though Suzuka had trained undergone rigorous training, and had become quite adept at packing it away, she was for the most part a light eater. Aisha, the former ambassador from the Ctarl Ctarl Empire, had a bottomless pit for a stomach. Gene cursed loudly when he saw Aisha was sporting a thin, chiseled midsection. It seemed that Suzuka had been the one to finish off the latest bounty. Both of the deadly ladies were man eaters, but for different reasons.
Suzuka had acquired her devouring skill after years of training in the assassin's arts. It was a very effective method of assassination that served duel purposes. Not only did it kill one's opponent, but it completely broke down their body, distributing the 'evidence' of the crime to different parts of the killer's body, with the excess being reduced in unremarkable, unrecognizable stool. Of course this latest kill had been a bounty wanted dead or alive, so the method's second benefit was more of a hindrance. To collect the reward they'd had to present the bounty office with the deceased ID and a sample of feces. Though Suzuka had been using her talents on wanted criminals as of late, she found the rhythmic swaying of her bloated belly to be very peaceful and relaxing. For that reason she still chose to practice the deadly art.
Aisha, on the other hand, ate people because she was a Ctarl Ctarl. The Ctarl Ctarl are race of 'immortal' cat people that have inhuman strength and the ability to transform into powerful beasts. While Suzuka occasionally ate people in a dainty, efficient manner when provoked or paid to do so, it didn't take much provocation for the rude catgirl to greedy slurp up a hapless terran. In fact the xenophobic catgirl's temper and appetite were such large problems that they'd forced Gene and co. to flee from three planets; large bounties placed on all their heads. Aisha usually liked to get a 'taste' of the local culture, and that inevitably led to trouble.
Jim scooted out of the booth and let the plumpened Suzuka squeeze in. He hadn't yet noticed Aisha, who'd stopped to steal a lobster from a waiter's tray, so he got back in his seat. Munching on the the crustacean, a look of pure bliss on her face. Aisha sauntered over to the Outlaw Star crew's table. She flopped down right in a surprised Jim's lap, "Wow, I've got to say the cushions here are pretty comfy." She wiggled her butt playfully.
"Get off Aisha!" Jim barked, his cheeks crimson.
Aisha chuckled some and got off. Jim slid out and Aisha slid in, filling the booth. Jim turned to get another chair but a powerful hand wrapped around his wrist, halting him. Grabbing him by the waist, Aisha picked the boy up and placed him on her lap, "There you go." Jim looked a bit embarrassed but he didn't protest, "Hmmm, some of your hair's sticking up." the catgirl observed
"Huh?" Before Jim could react Aisha had glomped the top half of his head. He felt her sandpapery tongue slather his hair with saliva. Eventually she released him from her jaws, "Mmmm, Terran, the other white meat." She joked.
"I hope you get a hairball from that." Jim fires back.
As much as Gene despised Aisha, he really wished he could trade places with Jim. The kid was too young to fully appreciate having a finally honed Ctarl Ctarl ass rub against your groin, or getting to sit on a pair of plump, powerful, female thighs. It would never happen though, Aisha had only taken a liking to Jim (though she did give Suzuka an inkling of respect). It was extremely ironic, all things considered.
After being demoted from her position as ambassador, and getting kicked off the Orta Hornehorne, she'd tracked down the Outlaw Star crew during a race. Since then Aisha had been using Jim the past few months as collateral. If they didn't locate the Galactic Leyline she'd eat him. It hadn't been a hollow threat (at first). The Ctarl Ctarl had absolutely no respect for Terrans and, like most of her kind, she ate them on a regular basis. Gene had originally thought the crass catgirl, despite her predatory ways, wouldn't have the stomach to hurt a kid, but he quickly learned otherwise. Terran kids were a delicacy among the Ctarl Ctarl, and they just so happened to be Aisha Clan Clan's favorite food.
Jim was safe with Aisha though. It had taken less than a week for the two to warm up to each other, and for Aisha to release Jim from her room (she'd been holding him hostage at nights so that Gene wouldn't try anything rash). They'd grown extremely close after the last few months and, if it weren't for the fact that they were different species, one might mistake them as being brother and sister.
"Took you all long enough." Gene griped.
"The bounty proved to be quite elusive. We got him in the end though." Suzuka delicately patted her kimono covered tummy, "Do you think they serve herbal tea here?"
"No, but I could get you a bottle of tartar sauce." Gene offered, "That's roughly the same thing, right?"
"So, what does my little Jimmy want to play tonight?" Aisha asked in her usual, playful scratchy voice.
"I'm not little." Jim huffed, "Since we've established that...... I say Immortal Kombat 3." The two of them were both quite passionate about video games, and their competitions could get fierce.
"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeell, I suppose we could do that.... Oooooor, we could always play massage Aisha's feet." The former ambassador suggested.
Jim scrunched up his nose, "... I don't think so."
"Then how about feed Aisha grapes while fanning her? I like that game."
"We did that last night." The boy complained.
Gene spat out the beer he'd been drinking and broke into a violent fit of laughter, "Wow Jim..... just wow, she has really got you whipped!"
"I lost a bet fair and square, I had to do it." Jim explained, "Come on Aisha, IK 3, I've been practicing in my free time and I don't think you've got what it takes to beat me again."
There was a glint in the Ctarl Ctarl girl's eyes, "Is that a challenge, shorty?"
"You know it." Jim responded smugly.
"You're on then!"
The boy chuckled, "I'm going to wipe the floor with you."
"Ha, an immortal Ctarl Ctarl lose to a Terran child fresh out of diapers? Not likely."
"Name your stakes." Jim growled.
"So." Suzuka turned to Gene, "Any news regarding the search for the Leyline?" The red haired man shook his head no in response. Aisha looked up from the Terran on her lap to give Gene a vicious glare. She then went back to talking animatedly to Jim. Gene was admittedly frustrated. They still hadn't found any new clues since the death of Hot Ice Hilda. Progress had ground to a halt.
............
Aisha emitted a raspy, high pitched squeal of joy as platter after platter of seafood was placed on the table. The crew began shoveling food into their mouths knowing full well it would only take Aisha a few minutes to devour everything. Despite Aisha's gluttonous display not a crumb falls on Jim's noggin. Aisha's maw is quite adept at devouring anything and everything that comes within a foot of it. Suzuka and Melfina, getting a few good swallows, resort to pecking, still somewhat full from their human meals. After she'd eaten her fill (which meant there was no more food on the table), Aisha snaked her hand up under Jim's shirt and started tickling his ribs. Jim's leg spasmed and hit the base of the table, causing an empty plate Aisha had licked clean to fall in Gene's lap, "Damn it! Cut it out you two!"
"Sorry Gene, but Aisha gets frisky when she's in a good mood." Jim explained.
"Nyao!" she agreed.
"It's still not too late to invest in a leash." Jim jokes. Mel snickers and Aisha bops him on the head in response.
When everyone had finished up Gene realized he'd once again 'forgot' his wallet, so they ran out on the check.
Back at the hotel the crew lounged around, discussing tomorrow's bounties. They were accumulating a nice pile of wong, but they were still waiting for leaders. Rumors had been circulating among shadier individuals that their were Kei Pirates in town. If the crew could just track them down they might be able to learn more about Melfina and their ship's past. They might even get a lead on the location of the Galactic Leyline. So far they'd only encountered small fries unaffiliated with the notorious pirate faction.
The girls went to bed as Gene rubbed his temple, considering his next course of action. The door to Aisha's room flew open (the rooms were all connected to one large room that served as a hub).
"Come on, one more round!" Aisha begged.
"Sorry, but I've got to get up bright and early tomorrow. I need to do some accounting, and we've got bills I need to pay off." Jim explained.
"You work too hard Jim, make that useless slug Gene do some work."
The young boy chuckled in response, "Sorry Aisha, good night."
"Hey, hold up a second! Aren't you forgetting something Jimmy?" Jim blushed a little as Gene watched him curiously. Turning around he marched back over to Aisha as she leaned inward. He gave her a peck on the cheek, "Just one? You're getting stingy with the goodnight kisses!" Aisha tussled his hair, messing it up. The two said their goodnights. When Jim was gone a much more serious Aisha turned to Gene.
"Alright Starwind, we need to talk."
Gene's eye's narrowed. Despite living with her the past few months he still considered Aisha his enemy. He knew full well she was only with the Outlaw crew until she got back into the emperor's good graces.
"Okay Aisha, what do you want to talk about." Gene replies in a deceptively smooth voice.
Across from Gene, watching the spinning gun with mild interest, was his young partner, Jim. Jim was pretty much the brains behind most of their operations. He scratched the side his nose in a bored manner, "Maybe we should just order. I already know what Aisha will want. Just ask them to bring out two portions of everything on the menu."
"If we're lucky she won't be hungry....Those two had better get here soon." Gene muttered, "I'm tired of just sitting on my ass."
"I'm sure they'll be here soon," the bio-android assured him in an unconcerned voice.
"Well they- Ah, speak of the devil." Gene stood up.
Aisha Clan Clan and "Twilight" Suzuka had walked into the seafood restaurant. The usually sleek assassin had a grotesquely distended middle that stretched her kimino to its limits, threatening to tear it. Though Suzuka had trained undergone rigorous training, and had become quite adept at packing it away, she was for the most part a light eater. Aisha, the former ambassador from the Ctarl Ctarl Empire, had a bottomless pit for a stomach. Gene cursed loudly when he saw Aisha was sporting a thin, chiseled midsection. It seemed that Suzuka had been the one to finish off the latest bounty. Both of the deadly ladies were man eaters, but for different reasons.
Suzuka had acquired her devouring skill after years of training in the assassin's arts. It was a very effective method of assassination that served duel purposes. Not only did it kill one's opponent, but it completely broke down their body, distributing the 'evidence' of the crime to different parts of the killer's body, with the excess being reduced in unremarkable, unrecognizable stool. Of course this latest kill had been a bounty wanted dead or alive, so the method's second benefit was more of a hindrance. To collect the reward they'd had to present the bounty office with the deceased ID and a sample of feces. Though Suzuka had been using her talents on wanted criminals as of late, she found the rhythmic swaying of her bloated belly to be very peaceful and relaxing. For that reason she still chose to practice the deadly art.
Aisha, on the other hand, ate people because she was a Ctarl Ctarl. The Ctarl Ctarl are race of 'immortal' cat people that have inhuman strength and the ability to transform into powerful beasts. While Suzuka occasionally ate people in a dainty, efficient manner when provoked or paid to do so, it didn't take much provocation for the rude catgirl to greedy slurp up a hapless terran. In fact the xenophobic catgirl's temper and appetite were such large problems that they'd forced Gene and co. to flee from three planets; large bounties placed on all their heads. Aisha usually liked to get a 'taste' of the local culture, and that inevitably led to trouble.
Jim scooted out of the booth and let the plumpened Suzuka squeeze in. He hadn't yet noticed Aisha, who'd stopped to steal a lobster from a waiter's tray, so he got back in his seat. Munching on the the crustacean, a look of pure bliss on her face. Aisha sauntered over to the Outlaw Star crew's table. She flopped down right in a surprised Jim's lap, "Wow, I've got to say the cushions here are pretty comfy." She wiggled her butt playfully.
"Get off Aisha!" Jim barked, his cheeks crimson.
Aisha chuckled some and got off. Jim slid out and Aisha slid in, filling the booth. Jim turned to get another chair but a powerful hand wrapped around his wrist, halting him. Grabbing him by the waist, Aisha picked the boy up and placed him on her lap, "There you go." Jim looked a bit embarrassed but he didn't protest, "Hmmm, some of your hair's sticking up." the catgirl observed
"Huh?" Before Jim could react Aisha had glomped the top half of his head. He felt her sandpapery tongue slather his hair with saliva. Eventually she released him from her jaws, "Mmmm, Terran, the other white meat." She joked.
"I hope you get a hairball from that." Jim fires back.
As much as Gene despised Aisha, he really wished he could trade places with Jim. The kid was too young to fully appreciate having a finally honed Ctarl Ctarl ass rub against your groin, or getting to sit on a pair of plump, powerful, female thighs. It would never happen though, Aisha had only taken a liking to Jim (though she did give Suzuka an inkling of respect). It was extremely ironic, all things considered.
After being demoted from her position as ambassador, and getting kicked off the Orta Hornehorne, she'd tracked down the Outlaw Star crew during a race. Since then Aisha had been using Jim the past few months as collateral. If they didn't locate the Galactic Leyline she'd eat him. It hadn't been a hollow threat (at first). The Ctarl Ctarl had absolutely no respect for Terrans and, like most of her kind, she ate them on a regular basis. Gene had originally thought the crass catgirl, despite her predatory ways, wouldn't have the stomach to hurt a kid, but he quickly learned otherwise. Terran kids were a delicacy among the Ctarl Ctarl, and they just so happened to be Aisha Clan Clan's favorite food.
Jim was safe with Aisha though. It had taken less than a week for the two to warm up to each other, and for Aisha to release Jim from her room (she'd been holding him hostage at nights so that Gene wouldn't try anything rash). They'd grown extremely close after the last few months and, if it weren't for the fact that they were different species, one might mistake them as being brother and sister.
"Took you all long enough." Gene griped.
"The bounty proved to be quite elusive. We got him in the end though." Suzuka delicately patted her kimono covered tummy, "Do you think they serve herbal tea here?"
"No, but I could get you a bottle of tartar sauce." Gene offered, "That's roughly the same thing, right?"
"So, what does my little Jimmy want to play tonight?" Aisha asked in her usual, playful scratchy voice.
"I'm not little." Jim huffed, "Since we've established that...... I say Immortal Kombat 3." The two of them were both quite passionate about video games, and their competitions could get fierce.
"Weeeeeeeeeeeeeell, I suppose we could do that.... Oooooor, we could always play massage Aisha's feet." The former ambassador suggested.
Jim scrunched up his nose, "... I don't think so."
"Then how about feed Aisha grapes while fanning her? I like that game."
"We did that last night." The boy complained.
Gene spat out the beer he'd been drinking and broke into a violent fit of laughter, "Wow Jim..... just wow, she has really got you whipped!"
"I lost a bet fair and square, I had to do it." Jim explained, "Come on Aisha, IK 3, I've been practicing in my free time and I don't think you've got what it takes to beat me again."
There was a glint in the Ctarl Ctarl girl's eyes, "Is that a challenge, shorty?"
"You know it." Jim responded smugly.
"You're on then!"
The boy chuckled, "I'm going to wipe the floor with you."
"Ha, an immortal Ctarl Ctarl lose to a Terran child fresh out of diapers? Not likely."
"Name your stakes." Jim growled.
"So." Suzuka turned to Gene, "Any news regarding the search for the Leyline?" The red haired man shook his head no in response. Aisha looked up from the Terran on her lap to give Gene a vicious glare. She then went back to talking animatedly to Jim. Gene was admittedly frustrated. They still hadn't found any new clues since the death of Hot Ice Hilda. Progress had ground to a halt.
............
Aisha emitted a raspy, high pitched squeal of joy as platter after platter of seafood was placed on the table. The crew began shoveling food into their mouths knowing full well it would only take Aisha a few minutes to devour everything. Despite Aisha's gluttonous display not a crumb falls on Jim's noggin. Aisha's maw is quite adept at devouring anything and everything that comes within a foot of it. Suzuka and Melfina, getting a few good swallows, resort to pecking, still somewhat full from their human meals. After she'd eaten her fill (which meant there was no more food on the table), Aisha snaked her hand up under Jim's shirt and started tickling his ribs. Jim's leg spasmed and hit the base of the table, causing an empty plate Aisha had licked clean to fall in Gene's lap, "Damn it! Cut it out you two!"
"Sorry Gene, but Aisha gets frisky when she's in a good mood." Jim explained.
"Nyao!" she agreed.
"It's still not too late to invest in a leash." Jim jokes. Mel snickers and Aisha bops him on the head in response.
When everyone had finished up Gene realized he'd once again 'forgot' his wallet, so they ran out on the check.
Back at the hotel the crew lounged around, discussing tomorrow's bounties. They were accumulating a nice pile of wong, but they were still waiting for leaders. Rumors had been circulating among shadier individuals that their were Kei Pirates in town. If the crew could just track them down they might be able to learn more about Melfina and their ship's past. They might even get a lead on the location of the Galactic Leyline. So far they'd only encountered small fries unaffiliated with the notorious pirate faction.
The girls went to bed as Gene rubbed his temple, considering his next course of action. The door to Aisha's room flew open (the rooms were all connected to one large room that served as a hub).
"Come on, one more round!" Aisha begged.
"Sorry, but I've got to get up bright and early tomorrow. I need to do some accounting, and we've got bills I need to pay off." Jim explained.
"You work too hard Jim, make that useless slug Gene do some work."
The young boy chuckled in response, "Sorry Aisha, good night."
"Hey, hold up a second! Aren't you forgetting something Jimmy?" Jim blushed a little as Gene watched him curiously. Turning around he marched back over to Aisha as she leaned inward. He gave her a peck on the cheek, "Just one? You're getting stingy with the goodnight kisses!" Aisha tussled his hair, messing it up. The two said their goodnights. When Jim was gone a much more serious Aisha turned to Gene.
"Alright Starwind, we need to talk."
Gene's eye's narrowed. Despite living with her the past few months he still considered Aisha his enemy. He knew full well she was only with the Outlaw crew until she got back into the emperor's good graces.
"Okay Aisha, what do you want to talk about." Gene replies in a deceptively smooth voice.
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