Gene You Stupid, Stupid Man
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 14
by
copier
· original author:
fearboy
“Hold it,” Aisha said as she put her arm out to block Jim from going any further. They were standing in front of a solid steel door with only a tiny slot on the bottom to send food and clothes through. The door was double bolted and it took considerable strength to push the door open even an inch. It also took a retina scan and voice imprint to open the door. The Ctarl-Ctarl military had designed their cells to be inescapable. Aisha’s people liked to showoff their superiority. Therefore, they strived to make everything they built better then the Terran version. From prisons to ships, nothing was too small or unimportant to not be made better by the great and mighty Ctarl-Ctarl Empire.
“I better go in alone Jimmy, these prisoners can be kind of rowdy, they might try to rush the door. Safer for you to stand outside while I say hello to our crew.” Aisha’s voice dropped a pitch when she said the word crew. Other then Jim, she had never thought of the Outlaw Star gang as her crew. They were acquaintances at best, pains in her mighty cat butt at worst. But Aisha would play nice-nice with them; maybe even help them get out of here alive. Not because she cared for any of them. Her reason was solely Jim.
Jim nodded slowly. He thought he was capable enough to take care of himself, but he wasn’t going to argue. Aisha had always been sisterly to him, looking out for him even when he didn’t need looking out. She had treated him like a little brother all those years ago, but today, as he looked at her through the eyes of a growing teen, he felt some very unsisterly things about her. Trying not to go there, he quickly moved his mind to something else.
“I’ll wait outside,” Jim piped up, scratching the back of his head nervously. Sighing, he quickly added as Aisha turned to open the cell door. “Don’t kill Gene, please.”
Aisha chuckled softly. “I’ll try, but no promises.”
Turning away from Jim, Aisha’s smile dropped instantly. She hadn’t been teasing Jim, she really wasn’t certain she could keep from killing the captain of the Outlaw Star. That man had humility and treated her like a second-class citizen all those years back and she had never forgiven him. Sure, he had given her a job and home when she had nothing, but the price he made her pay was too steep. Gene had reveled in watching a Ctarl-Ctarl work under him and listen to everything he said. During the Heifong space race, he had left her drifting in cold, barren space in only a spacesuit. She had nearly frozen her tail off waiting for him to reel her back in. That was only the one of the many things he had done to make her feel inferior. If not for her need of work and shelter, and then her friendship with Jim, she would have killed Gene a hundred times over.
At the thought of Gene waiting in a cell, Aisha’s spirits suddenly brightened. Things were reversed now, she was in charge and Gene had to do everything she said. His fate was in her clawed hands. She couldn’t kill or eat the annoying outlaw because of Jim, but her best pal hadn’t ask her not to hurt or humiliate him. All the power was with Aisha now and she could do with Gene however she wished. A savage grin formed on her face at some of the horrible things she could do to Gene. She could turn him into her personal slave and give him every humiliating task imaginable. Cleaning her filthy clothes, washing her meals before she ate them, cleaning her dirty asshole after a shit with his tongue.
On second thought, that last punishment was too gross. Having Gene’s face anywhere near her goddess like body was nauseating. Maybe instead, he could use his tongue to clean her toilet after a bad case of diarrhea. That was fare less sickening, at least for her.
“Hello prisoners! Who’s on the menu today!” Aisha cheerfully called out as she opened the maximally secure cell door. The cell was packed with all kinds of different prisoners. Pirates, outlaws, lost families that took a wrong turn in the last galaxy. There had to be nearly fifty Terrans sharing the cell with the Outlaw Star crew and every single one of them were looking at Aisha with unabashed terror. Seeing grown men tremble, children hug their parents in terror and several Terrans start praying, filled Aisha with a warm gooey feeling that made her swoon. The smell of fear was so delicious.
Her high dropped when a few people moved their terrified eyes to the back of the room. Everyone was scared, but it wasn’t just of Aisha, someone else was scaring the lot. Huffing, Aisha stomped passed the terrified Terrans to see who was stealing her thunder. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the two culprits sitting in the back of the cell with their legs crossed and bloated bellies twitching.
Here’s a fact, Aisha hated Gene, wanted nothing more then to feel him die in horrifying agony inside her belly and came spilling out of her anus as the turd he is, but she was pretty much indifferent about Melfina and Suzuka. They were human, or at least Melfina was designed human, and that was a major point against both of them. The only reason Aisha didn’t think of them both as meat to eat on a later date was because they shared one trait with her, all three of them were man-eaters. Ctarl-Ctarls believed they were superior for a number of reasons that they could list all day, but the biggest reason they had for being the best species in the universe was that they ate sentient beings alive. Being on the top of the food chain made them the master race and true rulers of the universe. Since Melfina and Suzuka could eat people, just like Ctarl-Ctarls, Aisha considered them slightly above humans. Not on Jim’s level, but high enough that she wouldn’t eat them unless she had a good reason. Add that they have kept Jim safe, just as she asked and Aisha now needed a very, very good reason to eat the two fellow carnivores.
“Well looky there,” Aisha grinned as she advanced on Melfina and Suzuka. When they saw Aisha, their faces lit up with recognition and amazement. Neither had expected to see their past teammate here. Both girls had eaten someone and recently judging by their bellies still shifting with their meals struggles. There were lots of reasons that they might have both eaten someone, ranging from wanting to intimidate the other prisoners to just being hungry. Aisha didn’t know the reason, nor did she care. All she wanted was to find Gene and get out of here. She wanted to be with Jim, not a bunch of smelly prisoners.
“Why hello there,” a husky voice called out from out of the corner. Looking as cocky as ever, Gene stepped out, eyeballing Aisha with the hungry look he got whenever he saw something he liked. “My names Gene, what’s your name?”
A range of emotions hit Aisha when she saw that Gene didn’t recognize her. First surprise that he didn’t recognize a stunning goddess like her, and then anger at him for not recognizing her, and finally disgust when she realized that he was flirting with her.
“You don’t recognize me?” Aisha asked as she tried to keep from throwing up. Gene was hitting on her, the mere thought made her sick to her stomach.
“Heh, all you catgirls look the same,” Gene offhandedly replied, with no clue of how bad what he had just said was.
Gene’s comment made Aisha forget her disgust and instead feel overwhelming anger. All Ctarl-Ctarl looked the same! That was the most racist thing Aisha had ever heard. Never mind that she had often said that almost all Terrans looked the same and she couldn’t tell most of them apart. This was completely different. This was about Ctarl-Ctarls.
Taking Aisha’s silent seething as shyness, Gene moved on. Continuing his patented seduction on the stupid catgirl. They were all the same, flash a grin, tell them their pretty and show them the goods. If there was one thing he learned from whatsherename… Anny…. Asia…. Something…. was that it was easy to make these proud, but stupid cat people eat out of your hand.
“Forget about names, I'll just call you beautiful. Now, why not let me go. Someone as handsome and dashing as me shouldn’t be in a cell, I should be in your quarters, getting you out of that tight uniform, running my hands through your long hair and slamming into you with my long, hard co…”
Whatever was going to be said was never said because something snapped in Aisha and she grabbed Gene by the neck. Revulsion and anger rolled through Aisha as she held Gene up with one hand. She focused her burning yellow eyes on the outlaw as he struggled to breath. Gene hacked and coughed as his airway was crushed by the steel grip of the so-called stupid Ctarl-Ctarl. Before he blacked out, Aisha made sure Gene would never make the mistake again of treating any Ctarl-Ctarl lightly again.
“I better go in alone Jimmy, these prisoners can be kind of rowdy, they might try to rush the door. Safer for you to stand outside while I say hello to our crew.” Aisha’s voice dropped a pitch when she said the word crew. Other then Jim, she had never thought of the Outlaw Star gang as her crew. They were acquaintances at best, pains in her mighty cat butt at worst. But Aisha would play nice-nice with them; maybe even help them get out of here alive. Not because she cared for any of them. Her reason was solely Jim.
Jim nodded slowly. He thought he was capable enough to take care of himself, but he wasn’t going to argue. Aisha had always been sisterly to him, looking out for him even when he didn’t need looking out. She had treated him like a little brother all those years ago, but today, as he looked at her through the eyes of a growing teen, he felt some very unsisterly things about her. Trying not to go there, he quickly moved his mind to something else.
“I’ll wait outside,” Jim piped up, scratching the back of his head nervously. Sighing, he quickly added as Aisha turned to open the cell door. “Don’t kill Gene, please.”
Aisha chuckled softly. “I’ll try, but no promises.”
Turning away from Jim, Aisha’s smile dropped instantly. She hadn’t been teasing Jim, she really wasn’t certain she could keep from killing the captain of the Outlaw Star. That man had humility and treated her like a second-class citizen all those years back and she had never forgiven him. Sure, he had given her a job and home when she had nothing, but the price he made her pay was too steep. Gene had reveled in watching a Ctarl-Ctarl work under him and listen to everything he said. During the Heifong space race, he had left her drifting in cold, barren space in only a spacesuit. She had nearly frozen her tail off waiting for him to reel her back in. That was only the one of the many things he had done to make her feel inferior. If not for her need of work and shelter, and then her friendship with Jim, she would have killed Gene a hundred times over.
At the thought of Gene waiting in a cell, Aisha’s spirits suddenly brightened. Things were reversed now, she was in charge and Gene had to do everything she said. His fate was in her clawed hands. She couldn’t kill or eat the annoying outlaw because of Jim, but her best pal hadn’t ask her not to hurt or humiliate him. All the power was with Aisha now and she could do with Gene however she wished. A savage grin formed on her face at some of the horrible things she could do to Gene. She could turn him into her personal slave and give him every humiliating task imaginable. Cleaning her filthy clothes, washing her meals before she ate them, cleaning her dirty asshole after a shit with his tongue.
On second thought, that last punishment was too gross. Having Gene’s face anywhere near her goddess like body was nauseating. Maybe instead, he could use his tongue to clean her toilet after a bad case of diarrhea. That was fare less sickening, at least for her.
“Hello prisoners! Who’s on the menu today!” Aisha cheerfully called out as she opened the maximally secure cell door. The cell was packed with all kinds of different prisoners. Pirates, outlaws, lost families that took a wrong turn in the last galaxy. There had to be nearly fifty Terrans sharing the cell with the Outlaw Star crew and every single one of them were looking at Aisha with unabashed terror. Seeing grown men tremble, children hug their parents in terror and several Terrans start praying, filled Aisha with a warm gooey feeling that made her swoon. The smell of fear was so delicious.
Her high dropped when a few people moved their terrified eyes to the back of the room. Everyone was scared, but it wasn’t just of Aisha, someone else was scaring the lot. Huffing, Aisha stomped passed the terrified Terrans to see who was stealing her thunder. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw the two culprits sitting in the back of the cell with their legs crossed and bloated bellies twitching.
Here’s a fact, Aisha hated Gene, wanted nothing more then to feel him die in horrifying agony inside her belly and came spilling out of her anus as the turd he is, but she was pretty much indifferent about Melfina and Suzuka. They were human, or at least Melfina was designed human, and that was a major point against both of them. The only reason Aisha didn’t think of them both as meat to eat on a later date was because they shared one trait with her, all three of them were man-eaters. Ctarl-Ctarls believed they were superior for a number of reasons that they could list all day, but the biggest reason they had for being the best species in the universe was that they ate sentient beings alive. Being on the top of the food chain made them the master race and true rulers of the universe. Since Melfina and Suzuka could eat people, just like Ctarl-Ctarls, Aisha considered them slightly above humans. Not on Jim’s level, but high enough that she wouldn’t eat them unless she had a good reason. Add that they have kept Jim safe, just as she asked and Aisha now needed a very, very good reason to eat the two fellow carnivores.
“Well looky there,” Aisha grinned as she advanced on Melfina and Suzuka. When they saw Aisha, their faces lit up with recognition and amazement. Neither had expected to see their past teammate here. Both girls had eaten someone and recently judging by their bellies still shifting with their meals struggles. There were lots of reasons that they might have both eaten someone, ranging from wanting to intimidate the other prisoners to just being hungry. Aisha didn’t know the reason, nor did she care. All she wanted was to find Gene and get out of here. She wanted to be with Jim, not a bunch of smelly prisoners.
“Why hello there,” a husky voice called out from out of the corner. Looking as cocky as ever, Gene stepped out, eyeballing Aisha with the hungry look he got whenever he saw something he liked. “My names Gene, what’s your name?”
A range of emotions hit Aisha when she saw that Gene didn’t recognize her. First surprise that he didn’t recognize a stunning goddess like her, and then anger at him for not recognizing her, and finally disgust when she realized that he was flirting with her.
“You don’t recognize me?” Aisha asked as she tried to keep from throwing up. Gene was hitting on her, the mere thought made her sick to her stomach.
“Heh, all you catgirls look the same,” Gene offhandedly replied, with no clue of how bad what he had just said was.
Gene’s comment made Aisha forget her disgust and instead feel overwhelming anger. All Ctarl-Ctarl looked the same! That was the most racist thing Aisha had ever heard. Never mind that she had often said that almost all Terrans looked the same and she couldn’t tell most of them apart. This was completely different. This was about Ctarl-Ctarls.
Taking Aisha’s silent seething as shyness, Gene moved on. Continuing his patented seduction on the stupid catgirl. They were all the same, flash a grin, tell them their pretty and show them the goods. If there was one thing he learned from whatsherename… Anny…. Asia…. Something…. was that it was easy to make these proud, but stupid cat people eat out of your hand.
“Forget about names, I'll just call you beautiful. Now, why not let me go. Someone as handsome and dashing as me shouldn’t be in a cell, I should be in your quarters, getting you out of that tight uniform, running my hands through your long hair and slamming into you with my long, hard co…”
Whatever was going to be said was never said because something snapped in Aisha and she grabbed Gene by the neck. Revulsion and anger rolled through Aisha as she held Gene up with one hand. She focused her burning yellow eyes on the outlaw as he struggled to breath. Gene hacked and coughed as his airway was crushed by the steel grip of the so-called stupid Ctarl-Ctarl. Before he blacked out, Aisha made sure Gene would never make the mistake again of treating any Ctarl-Ctarl lightly again.
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