Four Years Later - Reunion
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 11
by
copier
· original author:
oddler
Aisha ClanClan gave a dissatisfied grunt. The customs official she'd devoured earlier in the day was being a complete pain in the ass! The man had been huge, at least an eight footer. Of course, digesting him hadn't been a problem. It had been her superior stomach muscles, acid, and bile versus his inferior furless Terran flesh. Still, a big meal like him meant a sizable amount of waste was inevitable. She now found herself regretting her choice of meals. She probably should have just snatched up some scrawny teenager instead. They tend to taste fresher and they slide out easier.
Pressing her palms against the narrow walls of the tiny chamber, she squeezed as best she could, trying to empty her colon's contents into the porcelain bowl beneath her. She could feel the man (Rob, she thought his name was) starting to poke through, but she relaxed her muscles for a moment and the oversized turd slipped back into her rectum, "Grrr, arrogant Terran! How dare you resist the will of a might Ctarl Ctarl!"
Aisha's attendant, who was standing outside the lavatory, waiting for her, simply rolled her eyes. It wasn't unusual for the young, immature, Commander of the Orta Hone-Hone to talk to her feces. She was constantly berating it, mocking it, or threatening it, depending on its size and consistency. Aisha ClanClan was extremely young for rank, only being in her early twenties (in Ctarl Ctarl years), and her juvenile quirks, violent mood swings, and impulsive nature often made her subordinates wonder how she'd managed to land such a cushy position in the military's hierarchy.
"That's it- umph! Just a bit more... Ahhhh!" After a lot of groaning and fidgeting Aisha felt a long, thick brown turd start to flow out of her backside. The soft stool evacuated her bowels at a modest pace. As the long flow of turds started filling up the bowl, Aisha couldn't help but be reminded of soft serve ice cream being poured into a cone. Aisha ran her tongue across her bottom lip, suddenly in the mood for something sweet. Aisha wiped her burning butthole gingerly, and dropped the toilet paper on the mushy, smelly remains of her lunch. She stood up and turned around, eying the huge mass of fecal matter.
"I guess you're regretting checking my bags at the space terminal, eh? No one inconveniences the Ambassador Planet Penitentiary!" With two... three... four flushes, the customs official was gone... At least, he was physically. His odor still permeated the room. Aisha washed her hands quickly then kicked open the lavatory door. Her female assistant, and first mate, had to take a few steps backward as a powerful odor assaulted her nostrils. The smell was so intense that her eyes started to water. Aisha stepped out of the room fanning her face, "Whew, we're going to need to quarantine this section of the ship, Misa. This bathrooms practically a biohazard." the spunky young catgirl Commander placed her hands on her hips and let loose a long, loud, obnoxious laugh. Misa just clamped her nostrils shut and rolled her eyes. Waving for her subordinate to follow, Aisha started walking down the corridor.
"That one was a whopper!" Aisha confided.
"Yes, I... heard." Misa shook her head, she was still feeling a bit lightheaded from the fumes.
"Those Terrans really need to start eating more vegetables! It'd make them much easier to pass. One can't subsist on meat alone." Misa just nodded, not bothering to call out Commander Clan Clan on her hypocrisy.
Aisha and her stoic looking first mate entered into the Orta Hone-Hone's bridge. Aisha took her seat in the Commander's chair. To her left and right were literally dozens of Ctarl Ctarl dressed in standard technician uniforms.
"So, now that I'm done squirting out that nosy customs official, what's on the agenda for today?"
A generic looking Ctarl Ctarl man turned to face her, "Commander Clan Clan, you've got a meeting with some bureaucrats from Blue Heaven." Aisha scratched her nose, she hated talking with crusty tasteless old Terrans but it was in the job description, "we're also waiting for your command on what to do with the prisoners."
"Well lets just...Nyagh?! Prisoners? When did we get prisoners?"
"While you were one your..... erm... hour and a half bathroom break, Commander." The nameless technician replied, "You... didn't hear the warning shots we fired?"
Aisha shook her head dumbly. Misa hadn't heard anything either. Aisha could get pretty damn loud when she was on the pot with a stuffed colon.
"Give me a rundown of what we have."
"Two women in their twenties, a man in his twenties, and a teenage boy, all Terran."
Aisha licked her lips. Males were a staple in her diet by themselves, but Terran teens and children were a real palate tickler. She indulged every time she was given the opportunity... Which was quite often, being ambassador to various Terran worlds, "What was our reason for intercepting them?"
"The ship we intercepted is listed in our database as a wanted pirate ship." The Ctarl Ctarl man explained, "So we fired a warning shot and boarded them." Aisha nodded in response to the report. The ship's database had been a little wonky as of late, and had been capriciously labeling every other ship as a "pirate ship" or "known enemy of the empire". They really ought to have some maintenance done on it, but it gave Aisha a perfectly justifiable (i.e. legal) excuse to stuff the Orta Hone-Hone's holding cells with delicious Terrans, so she held off on repairing the malfunctioning mainframe.
"Hmmm, well we can't let these pirates waltz around the universe as if they own the place. I saw we met out a little Ctarl Ctarl justice! Stick the women in holding cells for the time being. We'll divvy them up among the crew at the end of the month. As for the males." Aisha licked her chops, "select one for my dinner tonight. Talking to tired old men really makes me work up an appetite." The technician nodded. Aisha planned on eating both of the males eventually, but only one was enough for tonight. Despite having a lightening fast metabolism, even Ctarl Ctarl have to sometimes watch their calorie intake.
"Alright, lets dock at Blue Heaven." Aisha commanded.
Several Ctarl Ctarl grunts responded in the affirmative.
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*six hours later*
"Alright, lets have a look at you." The Ctarl Ctarl chef said, pacing back in forth while inspecting both nude males.
There clothes had been set to the side and all they had on were a pair on energy cuffs keeping their wrists together... Not that those were even necessary, considering they were two weaponless Terrans on a ship with dozens, maybe even a couple hundred, ravenous Ctarl Ctarl.
The two glowered as they watched the chubby Ctarl Ctarl girl continue pacing, occasionally stopping to give one of them a pinch to determine how much of their flesh was fat and how much was toned muscle. Off to the side was a bored looking Ctarl Ctarl woman with fiery red locks, decorated with multi colored beads. Whether she was security, or just a waiter, the two Terran's didn't know.
"I've already told you we're not pirates!" The red haired man hollered, "This is all just some big misunderstanding."
"Give it a rest Gene." His sixteen year old companion looked over at him, "I don't think it really matters to them if we're pirates or not."
"Grrrr!" Gene growled; Jim was right and he knew it. If only he had fired on them when he had the chance!
As the beefy Ctarl Ctarl chef walked by once more she felt something long and and hard rub against her thigh. She looked down to see the scarred, red haired man known Gene was sporting a fully erect member. Apparently, all her pinching and groping had had an affect on him.
"Sorry about that." he said in an apologetic tone.
"No worries, nothing a little meat tenderizer won't cure."
Gene and Jim sweat dropped. The teenaged bounty hunter lowered his head, it seemed like this was really it for them. He was about to be Ctarl Ctarl chow. Thinking about his captors, someone else came to his mind, 'Sorry, Aisha.' Jim thought bitterly, 'Looks like I'm not going to be able to keep that promise'. Ironically, he was going to die in the stomach of a Ctarl Ctarl diplomat; The job Aisha had once held before being suspended from active duty. Hell, the ship they'd been boarded by even looked like Aisha's old ship.
"Hmmm, you're both fine ingredients! I'm just not sure who to serve to the commander. She likes the young ones, there's no denying that, but you're quite the looker red."
"Hey, thanks." Gene smiled, "How about a pre-meal fuck?"
"Uh, no. I don't mate with entrees."
"Is that ALL you ever think about?" Jim growled.
"No, of course not!" Gene said, visibly offended, "Acquiring wong is pretty important to me too. I also like to shoot stuff. I'm a pretty diverse and well rounded kind of guy, Jim."
"Clearly."
"Okay." The chef interjected, "I think I'm going to go with..."
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Aisha rubbed her rumbling gut. The old men she'd been forced to put up with on Blue Heaven had been so aggravating, it had taken all of her willpower and restraint to keep from literally biting their heads off. She was done with them though, and now it was time to eat. Her stomach roared with excitement. The growling emanating from within her was so ferocious, even Aisha was a bit taken aback. The next Terran she stuffed into her gut wouldn't last very long, that was for sure.
Just then Luna, her fiery haired waiter, appeared effortlessly carrying a large platter with a silver cover on top. She set the platter down on the table in front of her salivating commanding officer, "Your dinner has been basted in the marinade you specified. Chef Courtney also applied a spice rub to his skin. There's tartar sauce on the side. Would you like me to bring out any side dishes, ma'am?"
"No, no, this is fine... Aww, what the hell? Bring me some french fries." Aisha rubbed her hands together in anticipation.
"As you wish, Commander."
Practically drooling on herself Aisha lifted the silver cover, exposing her raw, nude, slightly aroused dinner.
Pressing her palms against the narrow walls of the tiny chamber, she squeezed as best she could, trying to empty her colon's contents into the porcelain bowl beneath her. She could feel the man (Rob, she thought his name was) starting to poke through, but she relaxed her muscles for a moment and the oversized turd slipped back into her rectum, "Grrr, arrogant Terran! How dare you resist the will of a might Ctarl Ctarl!"
Aisha's attendant, who was standing outside the lavatory, waiting for her, simply rolled her eyes. It wasn't unusual for the young, immature, Commander of the Orta Hone-Hone to talk to her feces. She was constantly berating it, mocking it, or threatening it, depending on its size and consistency. Aisha ClanClan was extremely young for rank, only being in her early twenties (in Ctarl Ctarl years), and her juvenile quirks, violent mood swings, and impulsive nature often made her subordinates wonder how she'd managed to land such a cushy position in the military's hierarchy.
"That's it- umph! Just a bit more... Ahhhh!" After a lot of groaning and fidgeting Aisha felt a long, thick brown turd start to flow out of her backside. The soft stool evacuated her bowels at a modest pace. As the long flow of turds started filling up the bowl, Aisha couldn't help but be reminded of soft serve ice cream being poured into a cone. Aisha ran her tongue across her bottom lip, suddenly in the mood for something sweet. Aisha wiped her burning butthole gingerly, and dropped the toilet paper on the mushy, smelly remains of her lunch. She stood up and turned around, eying the huge mass of fecal matter.
"I guess you're regretting checking my bags at the space terminal, eh? No one inconveniences the Ambassador Planet Penitentiary!" With two... three... four flushes, the customs official was gone... At least, he was physically. His odor still permeated the room. Aisha washed her hands quickly then kicked open the lavatory door. Her female assistant, and first mate, had to take a few steps backward as a powerful odor assaulted her nostrils. The smell was so intense that her eyes started to water. Aisha stepped out of the room fanning her face, "Whew, we're going to need to quarantine this section of the ship, Misa. This bathrooms practically a biohazard." the spunky young catgirl Commander placed her hands on her hips and let loose a long, loud, obnoxious laugh. Misa just clamped her nostrils shut and rolled her eyes. Waving for her subordinate to follow, Aisha started walking down the corridor.
"That one was a whopper!" Aisha confided.
"Yes, I... heard." Misa shook her head, she was still feeling a bit lightheaded from the fumes.
"Those Terrans really need to start eating more vegetables! It'd make them much easier to pass. One can't subsist on meat alone." Misa just nodded, not bothering to call out Commander Clan Clan on her hypocrisy.
Aisha and her stoic looking first mate entered into the Orta Hone-Hone's bridge. Aisha took her seat in the Commander's chair. To her left and right were literally dozens of Ctarl Ctarl dressed in standard technician uniforms.
"So, now that I'm done squirting out that nosy customs official, what's on the agenda for today?"
A generic looking Ctarl Ctarl man turned to face her, "Commander Clan Clan, you've got a meeting with some bureaucrats from Blue Heaven." Aisha scratched her nose, she hated talking with crusty tasteless old Terrans but it was in the job description, "we're also waiting for your command on what to do with the prisoners."
"Well lets just...Nyagh?! Prisoners? When did we get prisoners?"
"While you were one your..... erm... hour and a half bathroom break, Commander." The nameless technician replied, "You... didn't hear the warning shots we fired?"
Aisha shook her head dumbly. Misa hadn't heard anything either. Aisha could get pretty damn loud when she was on the pot with a stuffed colon.
"Give me a rundown of what we have."
"Two women in their twenties, a man in his twenties, and a teenage boy, all Terran."
Aisha licked her lips. Males were a staple in her diet by themselves, but Terran teens and children were a real palate tickler. She indulged every time she was given the opportunity... Which was quite often, being ambassador to various Terran worlds, "What was our reason for intercepting them?"
"The ship we intercepted is listed in our database as a wanted pirate ship." The Ctarl Ctarl man explained, "So we fired a warning shot and boarded them." Aisha nodded in response to the report. The ship's database had been a little wonky as of late, and had been capriciously labeling every other ship as a "pirate ship" or "known enemy of the empire". They really ought to have some maintenance done on it, but it gave Aisha a perfectly justifiable (i.e. legal) excuse to stuff the Orta Hone-Hone's holding cells with delicious Terrans, so she held off on repairing the malfunctioning mainframe.
"Hmmm, well we can't let these pirates waltz around the universe as if they own the place. I saw we met out a little Ctarl Ctarl justice! Stick the women in holding cells for the time being. We'll divvy them up among the crew at the end of the month. As for the males." Aisha licked her chops, "select one for my dinner tonight. Talking to tired old men really makes me work up an appetite." The technician nodded. Aisha planned on eating both of the males eventually, but only one was enough for tonight. Despite having a lightening fast metabolism, even Ctarl Ctarl have to sometimes watch their calorie intake.
"Alright, lets dock at Blue Heaven." Aisha commanded.
Several Ctarl Ctarl grunts responded in the affirmative.
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*six hours later*
"Alright, lets have a look at you." The Ctarl Ctarl chef said, pacing back in forth while inspecting both nude males.
There clothes had been set to the side and all they had on were a pair on energy cuffs keeping their wrists together... Not that those were even necessary, considering they were two weaponless Terrans on a ship with dozens, maybe even a couple hundred, ravenous Ctarl Ctarl.
The two glowered as they watched the chubby Ctarl Ctarl girl continue pacing, occasionally stopping to give one of them a pinch to determine how much of their flesh was fat and how much was toned muscle. Off to the side was a bored looking Ctarl Ctarl woman with fiery red locks, decorated with multi colored beads. Whether she was security, or just a waiter, the two Terran's didn't know.
"I've already told you we're not pirates!" The red haired man hollered, "This is all just some big misunderstanding."
"Give it a rest Gene." His sixteen year old companion looked over at him, "I don't think it really matters to them if we're pirates or not."
"Grrrr!" Gene growled; Jim was right and he knew it. If only he had fired on them when he had the chance!
As the beefy Ctarl Ctarl chef walked by once more she felt something long and and hard rub against her thigh. She looked down to see the scarred, red haired man known Gene was sporting a fully erect member. Apparently, all her pinching and groping had had an affect on him.
"Sorry about that." he said in an apologetic tone.
"No worries, nothing a little meat tenderizer won't cure."
Gene and Jim sweat dropped. The teenaged bounty hunter lowered his head, it seemed like this was really it for them. He was about to be Ctarl Ctarl chow. Thinking about his captors, someone else came to his mind, 'Sorry, Aisha.' Jim thought bitterly, 'Looks like I'm not going to be able to keep that promise'. Ironically, he was going to die in the stomach of a Ctarl Ctarl diplomat; The job Aisha had once held before being suspended from active duty. Hell, the ship they'd been boarded by even looked like Aisha's old ship.
"Hmmm, you're both fine ingredients! I'm just not sure who to serve to the commander. She likes the young ones, there's no denying that, but you're quite the looker red."
"Hey, thanks." Gene smiled, "How about a pre-meal fuck?"
"Uh, no. I don't mate with entrees."
"Is that ALL you ever think about?" Jim growled.
"No, of course not!" Gene said, visibly offended, "Acquiring wong is pretty important to me too. I also like to shoot stuff. I'm a pretty diverse and well rounded kind of guy, Jim."
"Clearly."
"Okay." The chef interjected, "I think I'm going to go with..."
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Aisha rubbed her rumbling gut. The old men she'd been forced to put up with on Blue Heaven had been so aggravating, it had taken all of her willpower and restraint to keep from literally biting their heads off. She was done with them though, and now it was time to eat. Her stomach roared with excitement. The growling emanating from within her was so ferocious, even Aisha was a bit taken aback. The next Terran she stuffed into her gut wouldn't last very long, that was for sure.
Just then Luna, her fiery haired waiter, appeared effortlessly carrying a large platter with a silver cover on top. She set the platter down on the table in front of her salivating commanding officer, "Your dinner has been basted in the marinade you specified. Chef Courtney also applied a spice rub to his skin. There's tartar sauce on the side. Would you like me to bring out any side dishes, ma'am?"
"No, no, this is fine... Aww, what the hell? Bring me some french fries." Aisha rubbed her hands together in anticipation.
"As you wish, Commander."
Practically drooling on herself Aisha lifted the silver cover, exposing her raw, nude, slightly aroused dinner.
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