Goodbyes are Never Easy
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 10
by
copier
· original author:
oddler
After a moments silence, "No, I don't need your help packing, Starwind. I don't need any cab fare either. An escort will be picking me up tomorrow morning at 10 a.m. sharp."
Gene allowed himself a fleeting smile "Oh... well that's good." Though he was glad to finally be getting rid of the moody, man-eating catgirl, Gene was a wong pincher. The offer to pay Aisha's fare had only been a knee jerk reaction to keep from getting mauled.
Aisha narrowed her eyes but didn't say anything.
"So, have you told the others yet?"
Aisha sighed, "No, I just got official notice of my reinstatement this morning. I'm sure everyone will be heartbroken to hear I'm leaving... especially Jimmy." Aisha gave a genuine pout; if only she could take the young Terran with her.
"Yeah, well, I'm sure he'll get over it." Gene said dismissively. His tiny grin had returned; the joy he felt at getting rid of Aisha, and not spending a single wong to do so, was too much to suppress. This was not lost on the narcissistic Ctarl Ctarl, who continued to scowl at him. 'He's such a smug little Terran,' Aisha thought to herself, 'after all of his mockery and shenanigans, and his failure to locate the Galactic Leyline, he's lucky I don't tear him to shreds and use the scraps for salad dressing.' Despite the harshness of Aisha's thoughts, her mental musings were only half serious... she never ate salad.
"I don't think you appreciate Jimmy and I's relationship." Aisha sniffed, in an elitist tone she often used when speaking to her lessers (i.e. Terrans), "He's really going to miss me. I'm like a big sister to him."
"Like I said, he'll be fine with time. I'm sure the Stockholm syndrome will wear off eventually...! Joking, joking!" Gene waved his hands frantically. Aisha was literally seconds away from morphing into her beast form and sinking her elongated fangs into his abdomen. Ctarl Ctarl usually devoured their prey whole and alive, but when they were in their beast form meals could become quite messy.
"You really shouldn't mock me Gene." Aisha said in a dangerously calm voice, "Because you helped Hot Ice Hilda escape on the Horis, I was stripped of my rank as Ambassador Planet Penitentiary. Do you know, under Ctarl Ctarl law, aiding and abetting a known intergalactic fugitive makes you eligible for immediate execution? No trial necessary, just a one way trip to a high ranking officer's gut... and eventually to their thighs, if they aren't the exercising type."
Gene felt a bead of sweat roll down his forehead, "Good thing intergalactic law is different from Ctar Ctarl law, huh?"
"Flimsy little non-enforced Terran laws won't protect you from a mighty Ctarl Ctarl." She growled. Gene was used to her empty boasts, but seeing how tense and stressed out she was he knew not to press his luck. Aisha had become extremely fond of Jim and, despite Gene's teasing, he knew the feelings were reciprocated. He'd just been yanking her tail some (figuratively speaking) because he liked to get a rise out of her.
"A-Aisha, I didn't mean anything by-"
"Yeah, whatever." Aisha cut him off, "Just remember what I told you."
"Sure." Gene nodded, "I should learn to hold my tongue or else I'll go straight to a Ctarl Ctarl's hips. I got it."
"Wha-? NO! Remember to take care of Jim, you moron!" The catgirl practically hollered.
"Er... Right, I'll remember that too."
Muttering to herself, Aisha turned and left Gene sitting at the table. When she was halfway to her room she paused and looked at the door leading to Jim's quarters. It took her only about a second to make up her mind. Opening up the door to Jim's room, she slipped inside. There he was, wrapped up in his sheets, sleeping peacefully. He must have had a busy day to doze off so quickly. Aisha's feelings of aggravation and frustration slipped away. Like a predator in the bush, she stealthily crept up on her unwitting prey.
"Banzai!' She roared, pouncing.
"*ouf!*- Huh?" Jim awoke with a start. He felt the perky breasts of his favorite Ctarl Ctarl squish up against his back. Aisha tousled his hair playfully than wrapped her arms around him so she could give him a great big bear hug.
"Aisha! I already told you, I have to do some accounting tomorrow." He tried to sound irritated with the catgirl, though he wasn't.
"Sorry Jimmy, but I'm an addict. I can't go half an hour without glomping you." She rubbed her cheek against the back of his head affectionately.
"And I'm the one who has to suffer." The boy moans, trying to bury his head into his pillow.
"Well it's partially your fault." Aisha told him in her usual playful, raspy voice.
"How the hell is that?!"
"If you weren't such a cute little kid, I wouldn't feel the urge to do it so often. The way I see it, you're an enabler." Aisha teased.
Jim's ears turned a bit red. If her weight hadn't been pinning him down, he would have rolled over to look her resentfully in the eyes, "I-I'm not a kid, I'm grown up."
Aisha giggled in response. She leaned in, and he felt the catgirl's hot breath cascade against the back of his neck "Not quite" Aisha mused quietly, "But I'm sure one day soon you'll be a delectable young man." She gave the curve of his neck a brief lick. The redness from Jim's ears spread to conquer his entire face. Before he could think of a proper response Aisha had rolled over onto her back... without getting off of Jim. She rested her head on one of his shoulder blades, and wiggled her butt against the backside of his legs. "Wow, a great seat cushion AND and great bed comforter. Hehe, I love my multi-purpose genius Jimmy. Aisha's going to sleep here tonight." She purred, in a satisfied voice.
"I don't mind... but you won't be lying on top of me, tuna breath!" Jim couldn't overpower a Ctarl Ctarl, but he could take one by surprise. Pushing up off the bed with all his strength, he managed to topple the relaxing catgirl off of his back. He quickly tackled her as she growled in mock ferociousness, a feral smile on her lips. The two wrestled for a solid five minutes before Aisha ended the game, putting Jim into a headlock and noogying him into submission.
"I'm almost got you." He panted, snuggling up against her. He knew that, in reality, Aisha could have ripped him in half in a matter of seconds. That didn't stop him from boasting though; he knew how competitive Aisha was, and it was fun to rile her up.
Still breathing heavily, Jim waited for her to deny his claims. Instead, the usually frisky Aisha just sighed. She pressed up against him, "I'm going to miss this."
"What are you talking about Aisha? You do something like this every other night."
"Jimmy... There's something important I need to tell you. I should have told you earlier today at the restaurant, but I didn't want to make our last day together depressing."
"I... I don't understand. What do you mean our last day together?" Jim pulled away so he could look Aisha in the eyes.
"I'm sorry Jim, but I've been reinstated into the military."
"WHAT?! So you're leaving us? I... but... we haven't even found the Galactic Leyline yet!"
"I really am sorry Jim. I wish there was some other way."
"Refuse! Don't go back to the Empire! Stay with Gene and me. We'll find the Leyline and you'll have so much dragonite you'll be able to buy every seafood restaurant on Blue Heaven and Heifong 3 combined!"
"Jim, I don't want to continue being an outcast. Please try to understand." Aisha really didn't care for the Outlaw Star crew, and she wanted her old life back, but that didn't mean she was entirely happy with the offer of reinstatement. Jim was like a kid brother to her and she felt extremely possessive of him. She'd need to leave him alone... in the company of two predators, if she wanted her old position as Ambassador Planet Penitentiary and Commander of the Orta Hone-Hone back. There was a rather strict code of conduct for reinstated officers, one that didn't allow for 'slaves' or 'pets'. Of course, the probation process was only temporary. In a year or two she could always make contact with the Outlaw Star and collect him... but would Jim really be happy with that arrangement? Gene was practically family for the young Terran too. Despite being a self serving egomaniac, Aisha didn't feel she could just force her way back into his life and spirit him away, with little or no regard for his feelings.
"This sucks, this really sucks."
"I know it does... Hey, look on the bright side, at least I'm not going to eat ya." Aisha joked, trying to lighten the mood (which had been getting progressively more depressing with each passing second). It worked, somewhat. Jim managed a feeble laugh. When she'd first come to the ship more than a year ago, he'd been her collateral, used to keep Gene in line. Though he'd started out as just a small portion of fresh, young Terran meat, he'd won her over by the end of the week. The two had grown closer since then.
"... It's not going to be the same without you." He muttered.
"I feel the same way, kiddo." Aisha sighed, "Well, we still have tonight, right?"
"That's true."
"Want to play one more round of massage Aisha's tootsies?"
"Pass."
"Okay, then how about another fun round of-"
"Pass!"
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The next morning was a depressing one for most of the crew, Gene being the exception. After she had woofed down enough food to feed a small country, she said her goodbyes to the Outlaw Star crew. She made sure to glomp Jim multiple times and made him promise to to wind up in the belly of a Ctarl Ctarl or Kei Pirate. She didn't mention Suzu or Melfina, but she made sure to remind Gene. Pressing her claw tips into his jugular probably helped to drive the point him. Eventually there was a knock on the door and a Ctarl Ctarl in military attire escorted Aisha to a car. Five minutes later they were gone, off to the spaceport.
The remaining members sat down at the kitchen table. Gene had managed to scrounge up a few pieces of fruit Ashia had failed to stuff down her ravenous maw. The girls weren't too hungry. Suzuka just sipped tea while gently massaging her slightly distended gut. Her tummy wasn't nearly as swelled out as it had been the other day, but the majority of her victim had yet to spill into her small intestine. Melfina's belly was far more trim. It didn't take long for the android's efficient digestive tract to dispose of the bum.
"I can't believe she's gone." Jim muttered, "Just this morning I woke up in a headlock, trapped between her thighs, and now I might not ever see her again... Aisha rolls around a lot in her sleep." Jim explained, when he noticed the rest of the crew was staring him.
Gene had spat out the coffee he'd been drinking, "You mean to tell me that last night you slept with your nose practically buried in Aisha's crotch?" One of Gene's eyes twitched, and he looked like he was about to pop a blood vessel in his forehead.
"You're such a perv, aniki!" Jim threw the apple he'd been about to eat at the side of Gene's head. The boys anger quickly dissipated and he sighed, resting his face in his hands, "Things are going to be so different now... I'm going to miss you a lot, Aisha." Gene rubbed his young companions back.
Gene allowed himself a fleeting smile "Oh... well that's good." Though he was glad to finally be getting rid of the moody, man-eating catgirl, Gene was a wong pincher. The offer to pay Aisha's fare had only been a knee jerk reaction to keep from getting mauled.
Aisha narrowed her eyes but didn't say anything.
"So, have you told the others yet?"
Aisha sighed, "No, I just got official notice of my reinstatement this morning. I'm sure everyone will be heartbroken to hear I'm leaving... especially Jimmy." Aisha gave a genuine pout; if only she could take the young Terran with her.
"Yeah, well, I'm sure he'll get over it." Gene said dismissively. His tiny grin had returned; the joy he felt at getting rid of Aisha, and not spending a single wong to do so, was too much to suppress. This was not lost on the narcissistic Ctarl Ctarl, who continued to scowl at him. 'He's such a smug little Terran,' Aisha thought to herself, 'after all of his mockery and shenanigans, and his failure to locate the Galactic Leyline, he's lucky I don't tear him to shreds and use the scraps for salad dressing.' Despite the harshness of Aisha's thoughts, her mental musings were only half serious... she never ate salad.
"I don't think you appreciate Jimmy and I's relationship." Aisha sniffed, in an elitist tone she often used when speaking to her lessers (i.e. Terrans), "He's really going to miss me. I'm like a big sister to him."
"Like I said, he'll be fine with time. I'm sure the Stockholm syndrome will wear off eventually...! Joking, joking!" Gene waved his hands frantically. Aisha was literally seconds away from morphing into her beast form and sinking her elongated fangs into his abdomen. Ctarl Ctarl usually devoured their prey whole and alive, but when they were in their beast form meals could become quite messy.
"You really shouldn't mock me Gene." Aisha said in a dangerously calm voice, "Because you helped Hot Ice Hilda escape on the Horis, I was stripped of my rank as Ambassador Planet Penitentiary. Do you know, under Ctarl Ctarl law, aiding and abetting a known intergalactic fugitive makes you eligible for immediate execution? No trial necessary, just a one way trip to a high ranking officer's gut... and eventually to their thighs, if they aren't the exercising type."
Gene felt a bead of sweat roll down his forehead, "Good thing intergalactic law is different from Ctar Ctarl law, huh?"
"Flimsy little non-enforced Terran laws won't protect you from a mighty Ctarl Ctarl." She growled. Gene was used to her empty boasts, but seeing how tense and stressed out she was he knew not to press his luck. Aisha had become extremely fond of Jim and, despite Gene's teasing, he knew the feelings were reciprocated. He'd just been yanking her tail some (figuratively speaking) because he liked to get a rise out of her.
"A-Aisha, I didn't mean anything by-"
"Yeah, whatever." Aisha cut him off, "Just remember what I told you."
"Sure." Gene nodded, "I should learn to hold my tongue or else I'll go straight to a Ctarl Ctarl's hips. I got it."
"Wha-? NO! Remember to take care of Jim, you moron!" The catgirl practically hollered.
"Er... Right, I'll remember that too."
Muttering to herself, Aisha turned and left Gene sitting at the table. When she was halfway to her room she paused and looked at the door leading to Jim's quarters. It took her only about a second to make up her mind. Opening up the door to Jim's room, she slipped inside. There he was, wrapped up in his sheets, sleeping peacefully. He must have had a busy day to doze off so quickly. Aisha's feelings of aggravation and frustration slipped away. Like a predator in the bush, she stealthily crept up on her unwitting prey.
"Banzai!' She roared, pouncing.
"*ouf!*- Huh?" Jim awoke with a start. He felt the perky breasts of his favorite Ctarl Ctarl squish up against his back. Aisha tousled his hair playfully than wrapped her arms around him so she could give him a great big bear hug.
"Aisha! I already told you, I have to do some accounting tomorrow." He tried to sound irritated with the catgirl, though he wasn't.
"Sorry Jimmy, but I'm an addict. I can't go half an hour without glomping you." She rubbed her cheek against the back of his head affectionately.
"And I'm the one who has to suffer." The boy moans, trying to bury his head into his pillow.
"Well it's partially your fault." Aisha told him in her usual playful, raspy voice.
"How the hell is that?!"
"If you weren't such a cute little kid, I wouldn't feel the urge to do it so often. The way I see it, you're an enabler." Aisha teased.
Jim's ears turned a bit red. If her weight hadn't been pinning him down, he would have rolled over to look her resentfully in the eyes, "I-I'm not a kid, I'm grown up."
Aisha giggled in response. She leaned in, and he felt the catgirl's hot breath cascade against the back of his neck "Not quite" Aisha mused quietly, "But I'm sure one day soon you'll be a delectable young man." She gave the curve of his neck a brief lick. The redness from Jim's ears spread to conquer his entire face. Before he could think of a proper response Aisha had rolled over onto her back... without getting off of Jim. She rested her head on one of his shoulder blades, and wiggled her butt against the backside of his legs. "Wow, a great seat cushion AND and great bed comforter. Hehe, I love my multi-purpose genius Jimmy. Aisha's going to sleep here tonight." She purred, in a satisfied voice.
"I don't mind... but you won't be lying on top of me, tuna breath!" Jim couldn't overpower a Ctarl Ctarl, but he could take one by surprise. Pushing up off the bed with all his strength, he managed to topple the relaxing catgirl off of his back. He quickly tackled her as she growled in mock ferociousness, a feral smile on her lips. The two wrestled for a solid five minutes before Aisha ended the game, putting Jim into a headlock and noogying him into submission.
"I'm almost got you." He panted, snuggling up against her. He knew that, in reality, Aisha could have ripped him in half in a matter of seconds. That didn't stop him from boasting though; he knew how competitive Aisha was, and it was fun to rile her up.
Still breathing heavily, Jim waited for her to deny his claims. Instead, the usually frisky Aisha just sighed. She pressed up against him, "I'm going to miss this."
"What are you talking about Aisha? You do something like this every other night."
"Jimmy... There's something important I need to tell you. I should have told you earlier today at the restaurant, but I didn't want to make our last day together depressing."
"I... I don't understand. What do you mean our last day together?" Jim pulled away so he could look Aisha in the eyes.
"I'm sorry Jim, but I've been reinstated into the military."
"WHAT?! So you're leaving us? I... but... we haven't even found the Galactic Leyline yet!"
"I really am sorry Jim. I wish there was some other way."
"Refuse! Don't go back to the Empire! Stay with Gene and me. We'll find the Leyline and you'll have so much dragonite you'll be able to buy every seafood restaurant on Blue Heaven and Heifong 3 combined!"
"Jim, I don't want to continue being an outcast. Please try to understand." Aisha really didn't care for the Outlaw Star crew, and she wanted her old life back, but that didn't mean she was entirely happy with the offer of reinstatement. Jim was like a kid brother to her and she felt extremely possessive of him. She'd need to leave him alone... in the company of two predators, if she wanted her old position as Ambassador Planet Penitentiary and Commander of the Orta Hone-Hone back. There was a rather strict code of conduct for reinstated officers, one that didn't allow for 'slaves' or 'pets'. Of course, the probation process was only temporary. In a year or two she could always make contact with the Outlaw Star and collect him... but would Jim really be happy with that arrangement? Gene was practically family for the young Terran too. Despite being a self serving egomaniac, Aisha didn't feel she could just force her way back into his life and spirit him away, with little or no regard for his feelings.
"This sucks, this really sucks."
"I know it does... Hey, look on the bright side, at least I'm not going to eat ya." Aisha joked, trying to lighten the mood (which had been getting progressively more depressing with each passing second). It worked, somewhat. Jim managed a feeble laugh. When she'd first come to the ship more than a year ago, he'd been her collateral, used to keep Gene in line. Though he'd started out as just a small portion of fresh, young Terran meat, he'd won her over by the end of the week. The two had grown closer since then.
"... It's not going to be the same without you." He muttered.
"I feel the same way, kiddo." Aisha sighed, "Well, we still have tonight, right?"
"That's true."
"Want to play one more round of massage Aisha's tootsies?"
"Pass."
"Okay, then how about another fun round of-"
"Pass!"
..................................................
The next morning was a depressing one for most of the crew, Gene being the exception. After she had woofed down enough food to feed a small country, she said her goodbyes to the Outlaw Star crew. She made sure to glomp Jim multiple times and made him promise to to wind up in the belly of a Ctarl Ctarl or Kei Pirate. She didn't mention Suzu or Melfina, but she made sure to remind Gene. Pressing her claw tips into his jugular probably helped to drive the point him. Eventually there was a knock on the door and a Ctarl Ctarl in military attire escorted Aisha to a car. Five minutes later they were gone, off to the spaceport.
The remaining members sat down at the kitchen table. Gene had managed to scrounge up a few pieces of fruit Ashia had failed to stuff down her ravenous maw. The girls weren't too hungry. Suzuka just sipped tea while gently massaging her slightly distended gut. Her tummy wasn't nearly as swelled out as it had been the other day, but the majority of her victim had yet to spill into her small intestine. Melfina's belly was far more trim. It didn't take long for the android's efficient digestive tract to dispose of the bum.
"I can't believe she's gone." Jim muttered, "Just this morning I woke up in a headlock, trapped between her thighs, and now I might not ever see her again... Aisha rolls around a lot in her sleep." Jim explained, when he noticed the rest of the crew was staring him.
Gene had spat out the coffee he'd been drinking, "You mean to tell me that last night you slept with your nose practically buried in Aisha's crotch?" One of Gene's eyes twitched, and he looked like he was about to pop a blood vessel in his forehead.
"You're such a perv, aniki!" Jim threw the apple he'd been about to eat at the side of Gene's head. The boys anger quickly dissipated and he sighed, resting his face in his hands, "Things are going to be so different now... I'm going to miss you a lot, Aisha." Gene rubbed his young companions back.
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