Getting Reacquainted
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 13
by
copier
· original author:
oddler
Aisha's sensitive ears gave a twitch. Reaching beyond the silver convex obstruction, Aisha rubbed the teenage Terran's arm affectionately, "I've missed you too, Jimmy. It was a mistake, not taking you with me when I had the chance." It really had been. Though she'd been reinstated and given command of the Orta Hone-Hone, Aisha had undergone several months of serious depression after leaving the Outlaw Star. She was a proud Ctarl Ctarl, so physical expressions of weakness were out of the question, especially in front of subordinates. Instead, she'd chosen to channel her depression in a different manner; by being an irritable, short tempered bitch. This, however, wasn’t very different from Aisha’s usual temperament, so her reassembled crew didn’t really notice much out of the ordinary. There’d been a notable spike in executions, and corporal punishment was doled out a bit more liberally than it had in the past but, other than that, Aisha was the same rash, crude, xenophobic commander she’d always been.
Though Aisha’s bad mood dissipated with time, a part of her had always missed having Jim underfoot... both literally and figuratively. She’d all but given up hope of reuniting with him, yet here he was being served up to her on a silver platter! The initial awkwardness was all but gone. She gazed at his blushing face a moment or two longer before deciding once more to give into her instincts.
She knocked the silver cover out of Jim’s hands with a powerful swipe, and assaulted him with yet another hug. She felt his not-so-flaccid member press into her side, but she paid it no heed. Burying his head in her cleavage once more, Aisha purred with contentment. It felt really good to be able to hug Jimmy again. Unlike when he'd been just a squirt, Jim made no attempt to resist the contact. She ran a hand down his bare back, her nails lightly scraping against his skin. While she enjoyed their embrace, Aisha know it wasn’t same as four years ago. Her scrawny little Jimmy’s face had had lost some of its undefined boyishness. He was a little taller, a bit more toned, and... Aisha let out a tiny, almost imperceptible sigh as Jimmy’s boner twitched against her flank. After a minute or so she let him go and Jim pulled his head out from in between her plump breasts, "Sorry about that, but you know I'm addicted to cuddling you." She wet her lips, eyeing the young teenager with obvious lust.
"I don't mind, really." Jim replied; a goofy grin plastered on his face. The blood had yet to leave his cheeks... and other parts of him as well. Aisha's eyes once more drifted to in between his legs, "I can see that." She snickered. The realization that he was once more fully exposed, and that he’d been grinding his erection into her side, snapped him out of his daze. Snatching up Aisha's napkin, he covered himself as best he could, "I-I- I had that before I got served to you. That damn chef of yours kept poking and prodding me!"
"Uh huh, suuuuuuuuuure."
"It's true though, she wouldn't keep her hands off me!" Jim continued to protest.
"Well can you blame her? You're just so huggable." She lightly brushed his hair with her fingertips, "Besides, I like my meat tenderized, and the marinade needs to be massaged into the skin or the flavoring will be too mild... Are you sure you didn't grow that when you saw Aisha's pretty face?" The catgirl batted her eyes.
"Positive." Jim responded firmly.
Just then the fiery haired Ctarl Ctarl waitress, Luna, reentered the room; she was carrying a huge platter of fries that Jim could practically swim in, "I've brought your-... Oh! Was there something wrong with your Terran child, Commander Aisha?"
Jim puffed up indignantly, "I'm not a child!"
Aisha cackled behind him, "You always say that, but I suppose you're right; there's no denying it now. Luna, check out the tent he's sporting." Aisha pointed at the napkin covering his erection. It wasn't doing a very good job.
"Aisha, if it’s not too much of a hassle, could I get my clothes back?" Jim knew he'd be teased mercilessly until he got some clothes back on.
"Hmmmm, I don't know. I kind of like you this way." Though she said it in a teasing manner, she wasn’t joking. For the first time, Aisha felt something for Jimmy that couldn’t be described as platonic.
"I'll give you a foot massage." Jim offered.
The young Ctarl Ctarl's eyes lit up, her unexpected arousal momentarily forgotten. She was going to milk this for all it was worth, "Such a measly contribution could never appease a mighty Ctarl Ctarl” she began, “... throw in a tummy rub."
Jim sighed, "Fine!"
"... and you have to let me eat Gene."
"Don't push your luck... I'll let you use him as a scratching post."
"... Deal. Luna, has Courtney tossed out my dinner's packaging yet?"
Luna blinked a few times, she was unsure about what exactly was happening. Did Commander Aisha know this Terran teenager personally? "Well you know Courtney, Commander. The kitchen is always a pigsty. His clothes are probably still there, strewn about."
"Go fetch them for him... Whoa whoa whoa! Hold up! Leave the fries." Aisha and Jim snacked on french fries while waiting for Luna to return with his clothing. It didn’t much to satiate her appetite, but the only other edible thing in the room was the long lost kid she’d taken under her wing four years ago, so she had to make do. Jim filled Aisha in on the progress the Outlaw Star crew had made in tracking down the Galactic Leyline (it wasn't much). Afterwards they swapped stories of their exploits since parting ways. Aisha had the most to say. It'd always been in her nature to be proud and boastful, and she liked impressing Jimmy. Seeing his eyes shine with admiration for her always made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. It wasn't quite the same feeling as devouring a wriggly Terran boy and a gallon of warm milk, but it was pretty damn close. She bragged about her position as Ambassador Planet Penitentiary and all the privileges that came with it.
"I'm happy for you Aisha. It seems like you've finally found your place in the sun."
"Nyao!" Aisha agreed.
Luna reentered the room holding a bundle of clothing, "I've brought the Terran's clothes. They're a bit sticky though."
"Thanks a lot." Jim smiled up at her. She returned it.
"Before you slip your clothes back on, let me see your arm." Aisha commanded. Curious, Jim let her grab a hold of one of his limbs. Aisha's tongue played across her lips as she leaned inward. She began sensually licking Jim's exposed skin, groaning in delight, "Jim, you're *y~ummm* spiced to *slurp!* perfection." She licked and sucked on him from his elbow to the tips of his fingers. He cringed a little, feeling Aisha's sandpapery tongue coat his arm in strong smelling saliva.
"Thanks... I guess."
Aisha smacked her lips, "Oh yeah, that would go great on a Terran piglet! Next time, I suppose."
Jim got back into his clothes.
"Where are the other Terrans from the Outl- from the pirate ship being held?"
"Cell C-3, Commander."
Aisha nodded, "I suppose I should check in on that sorry lot.” While the Commander of the Orta Hone-Hone was happy about her reunion with Hawking, she had little affection for the rest of the Outlaw Star’s crew. In fact, since returning to a position of power within the Ctarl Ctarl military hierarchy, Aisha had often fantasized about executing Gene Starwind; preferably with her own digestive tract. Not only had he been a rude host to her when they’d been forced to grudgingly work together, Gene was the reason she’d been relieved of command in the first place! His harboring of Hot Ice Hilda, coupled with his complete disregard for Aisha’s authority, had resulted in the ClanClan name being dragged through the mud. Despite her immense appetite, public humiliation wasn’t something Aisha found easy to swallow. She’d ordered dozens of executions for far more petty crimes, and she had no problem consuming the flesh of innocent Terrans.The Orta Hone-Hone’s latest captives were by no means safe. Aisha was tempted to subject the whole lot of them to a little internal justice. Of course, there was one obvious obstacle preventing her from providing the halfwits with a steamy getaway to her innards, and a temporary residence in her colon.
“Alright.” Aisha decided, eyeing Jim, “Lets head down to the holding cells and see how Gene, Melfina, and Suzu are holding up. After that, I’m going to get some REAL food in me. Don’t take this the wrong way Jimmy, but if I keep inhaling your scent I might go feral… and trust me, neither of us wants that." She gave her trim gut a telling pat, and flashed the teen a toothy grin.
Jim returned her smile with one of his own. For some reason Aisha felt her heart flutter. What the hell? Jimmy had only given her a warm, affectionate smile, something that he used to give her all the time. It had always made her melt, but it had never made her feel flustered before, "A- alright, kiddo. Lets get going.” She turned jerkily and began marching towards the door. Jim frowned; that was an odd reaction. He quickly followed her out the door while Luna remained behind to gather up the platters and utensils.
Jim and Aisha strode side by side down the empty corridor. The catgirl used the ensuing silence to quickly reign in her emotions. Her little Jimmy had become quite handsome (by Terran standards, anyway). He was still a tad short, and a little too thin, but he'd grown up some and his facial features had become a bit more distinct. Aisha couldn’t deny she was attracted to the ‘new’ Jim. Normally, she wouldn’t find a male Terran enticing unless he came on a plate smothered in tartar sauce. They were a puny, inferior species, after all. Yet for some reason, Jimmy…
Once more she found herself regretting not being able to see him grow up over the past four years... He was here now though, and from what Jim had told her Starwind and Hawking Enterprises was all but bankrupt. Perhaps... perhaps she could find them a place on her crew. Why not? There wasn't a military statute preventing her from enlisting Terrans. That would be something to mull over tonight when she retired to her quarters. Now though she had a bunch of captives to inspect.
Aisha and Jim paused outside the entrance to the holding cells.
Though Aisha’s bad mood dissipated with time, a part of her had always missed having Jim underfoot... both literally and figuratively. She’d all but given up hope of reuniting with him, yet here he was being served up to her on a silver platter! The initial awkwardness was all but gone. She gazed at his blushing face a moment or two longer before deciding once more to give into her instincts.
She knocked the silver cover out of Jim’s hands with a powerful swipe, and assaulted him with yet another hug. She felt his not-so-flaccid member press into her side, but she paid it no heed. Burying his head in her cleavage once more, Aisha purred with contentment. It felt really good to be able to hug Jimmy again. Unlike when he'd been just a squirt, Jim made no attempt to resist the contact. She ran a hand down his bare back, her nails lightly scraping against his skin. While she enjoyed their embrace, Aisha know it wasn’t same as four years ago. Her scrawny little Jimmy’s face had had lost some of its undefined boyishness. He was a little taller, a bit more toned, and... Aisha let out a tiny, almost imperceptible sigh as Jimmy’s boner twitched against her flank. After a minute or so she let him go and Jim pulled his head out from in between her plump breasts, "Sorry about that, but you know I'm addicted to cuddling you." She wet her lips, eyeing the young teenager with obvious lust.
"I don't mind, really." Jim replied; a goofy grin plastered on his face. The blood had yet to leave his cheeks... and other parts of him as well. Aisha's eyes once more drifted to in between his legs, "I can see that." She snickered. The realization that he was once more fully exposed, and that he’d been grinding his erection into her side, snapped him out of his daze. Snatching up Aisha's napkin, he covered himself as best he could, "I-I- I had that before I got served to you. That damn chef of yours kept poking and prodding me!"
"Uh huh, suuuuuuuuuure."
"It's true though, she wouldn't keep her hands off me!" Jim continued to protest.
"Well can you blame her? You're just so huggable." She lightly brushed his hair with her fingertips, "Besides, I like my meat tenderized, and the marinade needs to be massaged into the skin or the flavoring will be too mild... Are you sure you didn't grow that when you saw Aisha's pretty face?" The catgirl batted her eyes.
"Positive." Jim responded firmly.
Just then the fiery haired Ctarl Ctarl waitress, Luna, reentered the room; she was carrying a huge platter of fries that Jim could practically swim in, "I've brought your-... Oh! Was there something wrong with your Terran child, Commander Aisha?"
Jim puffed up indignantly, "I'm not a child!"
Aisha cackled behind him, "You always say that, but I suppose you're right; there's no denying it now. Luna, check out the tent he's sporting." Aisha pointed at the napkin covering his erection. It wasn't doing a very good job.
"Aisha, if it’s not too much of a hassle, could I get my clothes back?" Jim knew he'd be teased mercilessly until he got some clothes back on.
"Hmmmm, I don't know. I kind of like you this way." Though she said it in a teasing manner, she wasn’t joking. For the first time, Aisha felt something for Jimmy that couldn’t be described as platonic.
"I'll give you a foot massage." Jim offered.
The young Ctarl Ctarl's eyes lit up, her unexpected arousal momentarily forgotten. She was going to milk this for all it was worth, "Such a measly contribution could never appease a mighty Ctarl Ctarl” she began, “... throw in a tummy rub."
Jim sighed, "Fine!"
"... and you have to let me eat Gene."
"Don't push your luck... I'll let you use him as a scratching post."
"... Deal. Luna, has Courtney tossed out my dinner's packaging yet?"
Luna blinked a few times, she was unsure about what exactly was happening. Did Commander Aisha know this Terran teenager personally? "Well you know Courtney, Commander. The kitchen is always a pigsty. His clothes are probably still there, strewn about."
"Go fetch them for him... Whoa whoa whoa! Hold up! Leave the fries." Aisha and Jim snacked on french fries while waiting for Luna to return with his clothing. It didn’t much to satiate her appetite, but the only other edible thing in the room was the long lost kid she’d taken under her wing four years ago, so she had to make do. Jim filled Aisha in on the progress the Outlaw Star crew had made in tracking down the Galactic Leyline (it wasn't much). Afterwards they swapped stories of their exploits since parting ways. Aisha had the most to say. It'd always been in her nature to be proud and boastful, and she liked impressing Jimmy. Seeing his eyes shine with admiration for her always made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. It wasn't quite the same feeling as devouring a wriggly Terran boy and a gallon of warm milk, but it was pretty damn close. She bragged about her position as Ambassador Planet Penitentiary and all the privileges that came with it.
"I'm happy for you Aisha. It seems like you've finally found your place in the sun."
"Nyao!" Aisha agreed.
Luna reentered the room holding a bundle of clothing, "I've brought the Terran's clothes. They're a bit sticky though."
"Thanks a lot." Jim smiled up at her. She returned it.
"Before you slip your clothes back on, let me see your arm." Aisha commanded. Curious, Jim let her grab a hold of one of his limbs. Aisha's tongue played across her lips as she leaned inward. She began sensually licking Jim's exposed skin, groaning in delight, "Jim, you're *y~ummm* spiced to *slurp!* perfection." She licked and sucked on him from his elbow to the tips of his fingers. He cringed a little, feeling Aisha's sandpapery tongue coat his arm in strong smelling saliva.
"Thanks... I guess."
Aisha smacked her lips, "Oh yeah, that would go great on a Terran piglet! Next time, I suppose."
Jim got back into his clothes.
"Where are the other Terrans from the Outl- from the pirate ship being held?"
"Cell C-3, Commander."
Aisha nodded, "I suppose I should check in on that sorry lot.” While the Commander of the Orta Hone-Hone was happy about her reunion with Hawking, she had little affection for the rest of the Outlaw Star’s crew. In fact, since returning to a position of power within the Ctarl Ctarl military hierarchy, Aisha had often fantasized about executing Gene Starwind; preferably with her own digestive tract. Not only had he been a rude host to her when they’d been forced to grudgingly work together, Gene was the reason she’d been relieved of command in the first place! His harboring of Hot Ice Hilda, coupled with his complete disregard for Aisha’s authority, had resulted in the ClanClan name being dragged through the mud. Despite her immense appetite, public humiliation wasn’t something Aisha found easy to swallow. She’d ordered dozens of executions for far more petty crimes, and she had no problem consuming the flesh of innocent Terrans.The Orta Hone-Hone’s latest captives were by no means safe. Aisha was tempted to subject the whole lot of them to a little internal justice. Of course, there was one obvious obstacle preventing her from providing the halfwits with a steamy getaway to her innards, and a temporary residence in her colon.
“Alright.” Aisha decided, eyeing Jim, “Lets head down to the holding cells and see how Gene, Melfina, and Suzu are holding up. After that, I’m going to get some REAL food in me. Don’t take this the wrong way Jimmy, but if I keep inhaling your scent I might go feral… and trust me, neither of us wants that." She gave her trim gut a telling pat, and flashed the teen a toothy grin.
Jim returned her smile with one of his own. For some reason Aisha felt her heart flutter. What the hell? Jimmy had only given her a warm, affectionate smile, something that he used to give her all the time. It had always made her melt, but it had never made her feel flustered before, "A- alright, kiddo. Lets get going.” She turned jerkily and began marching towards the door. Jim frowned; that was an odd reaction. He quickly followed her out the door while Luna remained behind to gather up the platters and utensils.
Jim and Aisha strode side by side down the empty corridor. The catgirl used the ensuing silence to quickly reign in her emotions. Her little Jimmy had become quite handsome (by Terran standards, anyway). He was still a tad short, and a little too thin, but he'd grown up some and his facial features had become a bit more distinct. Aisha couldn’t deny she was attracted to the ‘new’ Jim. Normally, she wouldn’t find a male Terran enticing unless he came on a plate smothered in tartar sauce. They were a puny, inferior species, after all. Yet for some reason, Jimmy…
Once more she found herself regretting not being able to see him grow up over the past four years... He was here now though, and from what Jim had told her Starwind and Hawking Enterprises was all but bankrupt. Perhaps... perhaps she could find them a place on her crew. Why not? There wasn't a military statute preventing her from enlisting Terrans. That would be something to mull over tonight when she retired to her quarters. Now though she had a bunch of captives to inspect.
Aisha and Jim paused outside the entrance to the holding cells.
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