Aisha hurts Gene....a lot.
AnimeVore,GTS,GT,Shrink,Unbirth,AnalVore
chapter 15
by
copier
· original author:
oddler
Aisha slackened her grip, and allowed Gene's feet to touch down on the floor. It wasn't a show of mercy. Killing a hated enemy in a quick and painless fashion wasn't the Ctarl Ctarl way, and Aisha had little incentive to break with tradition. She was going to relish every last second of her long delayed revenge.
Gene gasped loudly, trying to get oxygen to his screaming lungs. Gripping his left arm, Aisha flung him over her shoulder as if he were a doll. Gene smacked into the floor with a dull thud, the air once more expelled from his lungs. The huntress moved in on her prey but much to her surprise, and secretly to her delight, the seemingly incapacitated man was able to send a boot flying towards her face. Of course she was able to deflect it with the greatest of ease, but the brief show of resistance enflamed her passions. She loved a good scrap. Executing him while he was kicking and screaming would be far more gratifying than him just lying there, meekly accepting his fate.
"C'mon Gene, get up. I'd hate to think you traveled halfway across the universe for our little reunion, only to die within the first five minutes of it."
To her savage delight he did indeed pick himself up off the floor, "Don't worry, I wouldn't give you the pleasure." Gene rotated his head, cracking his neck. The reason he'd been manhandled so deftly was because he'd been taken off guard. He might have been a Terran, but in the past the renowned outlaw had been able to hold his own against seemingly insurmountable foes. His cocky smile returning, he extended his hand and beckoned the Ctarl Ctarl with his fingertips, "Come on catnip breath, let’s dance."
Aisha barreled towards him like a derailed freight train. Gene was ready. Bending backward his hands impacted with the cold, metallic floor. His foot came flying upward right into the jaw of his attacker. Gene followed through, his feet landing behind him in after a 180 degree rotation. Looking up at Aisha he saw she was unphased. His kick had only managed to stop her from following through with her deadly charge. Deciding to go on the offensive, Gene leapt forward. His fists and feet became blurs. He landed blow after blow onto his former companion... or so he thought. Ever jab and kick was lazily blocked by the far more battle adept catgirl. At one point Aisha even used her tail to repeal one of Gene's quick, vicious punches.
"Is this really the best you can do? Damn, you Terrans are pathetic."
Realizing his predicament, Gene peeled away. He was panting heavily; there was no way he could win like this!
"Gloat now kitty, but I took you down once and I can do it again." Gene proclaimed, stabbing at the military girl's bloated pride. To some extent it worked.
"Yes, you did indeed defeat me; twice, in fact." Aisha said in a soft voice, "yet you have no caster bullets this time." With a lithe display only capable by someone of Ctarl Ctarl heritage, Aisha zigged and zagged across the room, occasionally flipping and cart wheeling. Gene didn't see her boot, but he sure as hell felt it when it cracked into the back of the skull. Once more he found himself on the floor, defenseless. Gene was in an incredible amount of pain, but he knew not to stay in the same spot for more than half a second. He rolled out of the way just in time as Aisha's powerful foot impacted with the steel floor. It crumpled inward from the sheer force of the blow. If his head had still been there it would have been nothing but jelly.
Jumping back up onto his feet he quickly dogged to the left as Aisha furiously slashed at him. He didn't have much time now. Aisha was getting increasingly vicious and if he didn't do something fast she was liable to transform, "Come on, everyone. We can take this bitch if we work together!" he called for support.
Unsurprisingly, he was ignored by the broken men and women, "Trying to get others to shield you, Starwind? Hah! What a foolish and cowardly display! None of these lesser beings would dare to strike at the Ambassador Planet Penitentiary! They know their place in the galaxies food chain, unlike you." Aisha licked her fangs.
The outlaw knew he should shut up, and that he only had to egg her on a little more to cause her to transform. Yet Gene just couldn't let sexual innuendo go unnoticed; he was too much of a smartass."So, what? You're going to eat me now?" Gene grabbed his crotch in an obscene gesture, "Aisha, honey, you're cute for an intergalactic cat monster, but I don't think it'd work out."
With a scream of rage, Aisha attacked him with a flurry of slashes. Gene backpedaled, trying to get out of Aisha's radius of attack, "Whoa, you have incredibly light skin for a Ctarl Ctarl." Gene continued, unable to help himself, "Till you what; I'll let you blow me once if you promise to-" Aisha's fist nicked the side of his head. Though it wasn't a direct blow, Gene was down for the count.
"I would never think about eating you, you slimy little pervert! I'd probably get indigestion and have diarrhea for a month, you're so foul! And I would certainly never suck your-" Aisha visibly gagged at the thought of giving Gene oral sex, "Ugh! Enough of this. You die now, Starwind." Grabbing her long silver mane of braided hair, she wrapped it around Gene's neck. Grabbing the large gold ring dangling from her hair and tugging, she tightened its constricting grip. She had started off the fight by strangling him and she'd end it by strangling him. "I'll be sure to find something disgraceful to do with your remains." She taunted, "Maybe I'll convert your head into a chamber pot for my first mate. Hmmm, no, that would be too cruel. Who would want your lips kissing their ass?" Aisha smiled cruelly as Gene's face turned blue, then purple. She squeezed her hair even tighter, "It won't be long now." Aisha promised in a voice so low she was practically whispering.
The Ctarl Ctarl was so absorbed with her murderous task she didn't see the woman approaching her from behind, "Enough, Aisha." A calm, but sharp and resolute, voice called out. Aisha allowed her makeshift noose to slacken, though only little, "You stay out of this Suzu. This doesn't concern you."
"I'm afraid it does. Gene Starwind is a friend of mine." Aisha sensed that Twilight Suzuka was only a few feet behind her. Normally a single Terran wasn't much of a threat, but Aisha knew Suzuka's infamous reputation and had fought side by side with her in the past. She tensed her muscles, readying herself for a renewed round of combat, "I realize Gene can be obnoxious most of... well, all of the time. But I'm rather fond of the lout. If you were to kill him I imagine I'd be sad, so if you continue this course of action I'll have no choice but to intervene."
"Yeah, and I'll fight you too!" Melfina declared, finally deciding to pipe up.
In an uncharacteristic show of good judgment and patience, Aisha weighed her options. Did she really want to kill all three of her former Terran comrades? And if she did, what would she tell Jim? Just then, her stomach growled precariously; not good. After being demoted for failing to commandeer the Horace, she'd fought with Gene in the back alleys of Blue Heaven. It had ended with her overexerting herself and collapsing; a consequence of not getting a good meal in her. Even if she did want to keep on fighting, there was a good chance she'd exhaust herself before dispatching all three of her Terran opponents.
"Hmph! Alright, fine. Gene'll get a temporary reprieve." Unwrapping her braided hair from Gene's neck, Aisha stood and brushed off her uniform. She gave the two women behind her a scathing glare, and they wisely took a few steps back out of her path, "You made a poor choice, Suzu. You too, android. I'll speak with you three later... Be sure to sleep with one eye open, Gene." And with that Aisha left the pantry/holding cell.
James was waiting for her the moment she passed through the door, "Aisha?" He asked, curious as to why she was alone and why she suddenly had a grumpy demeanor. Aisha slammed the steel alloy door behind her, sealing it. Unsure of what had just occurred, Jim placed a reassuring hand on his friend's shoulder, "Hey, are you alright? What happened in there?"
Aisha gave him a scathing look, but it quickly softened when she saw the genuine concern in the young man's eyes. She placed her hand on his, briefly enjoying its warmth, than lifted it from her shoulder. She held his hand delicately, rubbing the back of it with her thumb, "The crew and I... had something of a disagreement."
'I wanted to snap Gene's neck yet, for some reason, they were opposed to it.' she thought.
"Sooo... what does that mean? Why haven't you let them out yet?" Jim asked, creasing his brow. Though he'd tried not to show it, Aisha's cryptic response had left him more than a little worried.
"It's nothing to get worked up over, James. We had a disagreement and we're going to sort things out in the morning."
Jim was quite for a moment as he digested the small bit of information, ".... I'd like to go see them, if you don't mind."
Aisha dropped his hand and folded her arms, ".....Well you can't."
"Aish-"
"No!" The Ctarl Ctarl barked.
Jim was shocked by the harshness of her command. He looked at her critically, as if he were reappraising his long lost friend.
"Jim, who do you think I am?" Aisha asked in a serious tone. She cared deeply for the young Terran, but it was necessary that he knew his place. She was the commanding officer of the Orta Hone Hone, and she didn't take insubordination from anyone, be they Ctarl Ctarl, Terran, or otherwise.
"I think you're Aisha ClanClan; a spunky, obnoxious and opinionated army brat, and the closest thing I've had to family since I met Gene in the back alleys of our home world. You've always looked out for me and I've always thought of you as my big sister."
Aisha felt her annoyance dissipate. She'd suffered a blow to her pride, true, but that was no reason for her to take it out on her favorite human, "Well... you're right, Jimmy. I'm all those things... except for obnoxious!" Jim soon himself in a headlock; he squirmed as his head was squeezed in-between a powerful feline bicep and a plump yet firm tit.
"Damn it, Aisha! I'm too old for this!"
"Rweow!" Aisha eventually got him down to his knees, and pinned him to the floor. She sat on his back to keep him in place. Sure that he wasn't going anywhere, she proceeded to give him a noogie, rubbing her knuckles firmly into his scalp.
"... You enjoy torturing me, don't you?" Jim griped.
"You enjoy it; I know my little Jimmy is a masochist." Aisha teased.
"I suppose you're right, seeing as how I keep putting up with you."
Aisha ground her curvaceous rump against the swell of Jim's back, purring contentedly, "I love having you back." She told him truthfully.
Feeling the pliable Ctarl Ctarl butt cheeks rubbing against his back caused Jim to get the stirrings of an erection. He pressed himself into the cold, metallic floor in an attempt to stifle it, slightly embarrassed by his new abnormal reaction to their old routine. Aisha had often tussled with him when they'd traveled together, but it had never aroused him till now, "It's good to be back." He finally responded, "Now will you get your big butt off of me?"
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"Welcome to Chateau de Aisha!" The Ctarl Ctarl commander led Jim into the captain's quarters.
"Pretty nifty! It's a lot more cushy than the quarters on the Outlaw Star." Jim admitted, taking in the sights. After their brief wrestling bout, Aisha had worked up a serious appetite. They'd gone to the kitchen and she'd made a pig of herself, guzzling down half a dozen tuna burgers and ate least three gallons of a mysterious, odd smelling seafood chowder. After her gluttonous display had concluded, they'd discussed their companion's fates. Aisha had been a bit dodgy at first, but finally committed to resolve the issue first thing in the morning. After they'd agreed, she'd led Jim back to her room for a little R&R.
The two talked for a bit longer before finally deciding to call it a night, "Alright Jimmy, go ahead and take your clothes off." Aisha ordered, suddenly stripping down herself.
"W- WHAT?!"
"You heard me... You don't want to sleep in all of that, you'll be hot."
"But, wha...? I... I'm sleeping with you?!" Jim garbled. It had never occurred to him that Aisha might want him to get in a bed with her; he'd just assumed she'd allow him to sleep in an empty room or storage area.
At first Aisha had considered doing just that, but she eventually decided against it. Jim couldn't be left unattended. What if a crew member found him unaccompanied? The next time she saw him he might be a corpse with his innards splayed out on the bridge, or a thick brown turd bobbing up and down in a pool of water. Having him leave her side before formally introducing him to the crew would be a serious folly, so she couldn't give him his own room just yet. While it was a far safer alternative, she also decided she couldn't stick him back in that crumby holding cell. There was only one solution, have him sleep with her. Why not? They'd done it often enough half a decade ago.
"Yep!" Aisha confirmed, wiggling out fabric clinging to her thighs, "I don't have a room for ya just yet. Hope you don't mind."
Aisha flashed him a toothy grin before carelessly casting part of her uniform onto the floor. Jim felt the blood rush to his face as he surveyed her scantily clad body. He quickly looked away.
"Come on Jim, don't be shy. I don't bite... hard."
"As corny as ever, I see." Though he felt uncomfortable doing so, Jim eventually removed all of his clothing with the exception of his boxers. Unlike Aisha, he neatly folded everything and set it at the foot of her bed. After a moment’s hesitation Jim hopped up on the bed. Aisha wasted no time; she crashed down beside him, "You know, you're the first Terran boy to ever share a bed with me.... Well, aside from the times I've been hungry for a late night snack, or hankering for some breakfast in bed."
"I'm honored." Jim replied in a voice that conveyed he clearly wasn't.
Aisha chuckled lightly. Jim was careful to conceal his smile.
She gave him a quick peck on the cheek as they slipped under the covers. Even by Ctarl Ctarl standards, Aisha was shrill, bossy, and intimidating. Only Jim really got to see her softer, intimate side. Bidding each other good night, the two drifted asleep.
Aisha woke up in the middle of the night. Jim was fast asleep, his back facing her. She gazed at his slumbering form, and sighed. Her slumbering Jimmy was so much bigger now. He'd grown into a man. Yet he was still very cute in her eyes; maybe even handsome. Aisha was quick to tell herself her feelings were purely platonic, that a proud Ctarl Ctarl would never be attracted to a Terran. Still... he looked so tantalizing just lying there. Before she knew what she was doing, she'd already acted.
Jim's eyes fluttered. Through he was still half asleep and groggy, he was sure he had felt something. It had felt like
Gene gasped loudly, trying to get oxygen to his screaming lungs. Gripping his left arm, Aisha flung him over her shoulder as if he were a doll. Gene smacked into the floor with a dull thud, the air once more expelled from his lungs. The huntress moved in on her prey but much to her surprise, and secretly to her delight, the seemingly incapacitated man was able to send a boot flying towards her face. Of course she was able to deflect it with the greatest of ease, but the brief show of resistance enflamed her passions. She loved a good scrap. Executing him while he was kicking and screaming would be far more gratifying than him just lying there, meekly accepting his fate.
"C'mon Gene, get up. I'd hate to think you traveled halfway across the universe for our little reunion, only to die within the first five minutes of it."
To her savage delight he did indeed pick himself up off the floor, "Don't worry, I wouldn't give you the pleasure." Gene rotated his head, cracking his neck. The reason he'd been manhandled so deftly was because he'd been taken off guard. He might have been a Terran, but in the past the renowned outlaw had been able to hold his own against seemingly insurmountable foes. His cocky smile returning, he extended his hand and beckoned the Ctarl Ctarl with his fingertips, "Come on catnip breath, let’s dance."
Aisha barreled towards him like a derailed freight train. Gene was ready. Bending backward his hands impacted with the cold, metallic floor. His foot came flying upward right into the jaw of his attacker. Gene followed through, his feet landing behind him in after a 180 degree rotation. Looking up at Aisha he saw she was unphased. His kick had only managed to stop her from following through with her deadly charge. Deciding to go on the offensive, Gene leapt forward. His fists and feet became blurs. He landed blow after blow onto his former companion... or so he thought. Ever jab and kick was lazily blocked by the far more battle adept catgirl. At one point Aisha even used her tail to repeal one of Gene's quick, vicious punches.
"Is this really the best you can do? Damn, you Terrans are pathetic."
Realizing his predicament, Gene peeled away. He was panting heavily; there was no way he could win like this!
"Gloat now kitty, but I took you down once and I can do it again." Gene proclaimed, stabbing at the military girl's bloated pride. To some extent it worked.
"Yes, you did indeed defeat me; twice, in fact." Aisha said in a soft voice, "yet you have no caster bullets this time." With a lithe display only capable by someone of Ctarl Ctarl heritage, Aisha zigged and zagged across the room, occasionally flipping and cart wheeling. Gene didn't see her boot, but he sure as hell felt it when it cracked into the back of the skull. Once more he found himself on the floor, defenseless. Gene was in an incredible amount of pain, but he knew not to stay in the same spot for more than half a second. He rolled out of the way just in time as Aisha's powerful foot impacted with the steel floor. It crumpled inward from the sheer force of the blow. If his head had still been there it would have been nothing but jelly.
Jumping back up onto his feet he quickly dogged to the left as Aisha furiously slashed at him. He didn't have much time now. Aisha was getting increasingly vicious and if he didn't do something fast she was liable to transform, "Come on, everyone. We can take this bitch if we work together!" he called for support.
Unsurprisingly, he was ignored by the broken men and women, "Trying to get others to shield you, Starwind? Hah! What a foolish and cowardly display! None of these lesser beings would dare to strike at the Ambassador Planet Penitentiary! They know their place in the galaxies food chain, unlike you." Aisha licked her fangs.
The outlaw knew he should shut up, and that he only had to egg her on a little more to cause her to transform. Yet Gene just couldn't let sexual innuendo go unnoticed; he was too much of a smartass."So, what? You're going to eat me now?" Gene grabbed his crotch in an obscene gesture, "Aisha, honey, you're cute for an intergalactic cat monster, but I don't think it'd work out."
With a scream of rage, Aisha attacked him with a flurry of slashes. Gene backpedaled, trying to get out of Aisha's radius of attack, "Whoa, you have incredibly light skin for a Ctarl Ctarl." Gene continued, unable to help himself, "Till you what; I'll let you blow me once if you promise to-" Aisha's fist nicked the side of his head. Though it wasn't a direct blow, Gene was down for the count.
"I would never think about eating you, you slimy little pervert! I'd probably get indigestion and have diarrhea for a month, you're so foul! And I would certainly never suck your-" Aisha visibly gagged at the thought of giving Gene oral sex, "Ugh! Enough of this. You die now, Starwind." Grabbing her long silver mane of braided hair, she wrapped it around Gene's neck. Grabbing the large gold ring dangling from her hair and tugging, she tightened its constricting grip. She had started off the fight by strangling him and she'd end it by strangling him. "I'll be sure to find something disgraceful to do with your remains." She taunted, "Maybe I'll convert your head into a chamber pot for my first mate. Hmmm, no, that would be too cruel. Who would want your lips kissing their ass?" Aisha smiled cruelly as Gene's face turned blue, then purple. She squeezed her hair even tighter, "It won't be long now." Aisha promised in a voice so low she was practically whispering.
The Ctarl Ctarl was so absorbed with her murderous task she didn't see the woman approaching her from behind, "Enough, Aisha." A calm, but sharp and resolute, voice called out. Aisha allowed her makeshift noose to slacken, though only little, "You stay out of this Suzu. This doesn't concern you."
"I'm afraid it does. Gene Starwind is a friend of mine." Aisha sensed that Twilight Suzuka was only a few feet behind her. Normally a single Terran wasn't much of a threat, but Aisha knew Suzuka's infamous reputation and had fought side by side with her in the past. She tensed her muscles, readying herself for a renewed round of combat, "I realize Gene can be obnoxious most of... well, all of the time. But I'm rather fond of the lout. If you were to kill him I imagine I'd be sad, so if you continue this course of action I'll have no choice but to intervene."
"Yeah, and I'll fight you too!" Melfina declared, finally deciding to pipe up.
In an uncharacteristic show of good judgment and patience, Aisha weighed her options. Did she really want to kill all three of her former Terran comrades? And if she did, what would she tell Jim? Just then, her stomach growled precariously; not good. After being demoted for failing to commandeer the Horace, she'd fought with Gene in the back alleys of Blue Heaven. It had ended with her overexerting herself and collapsing; a consequence of not getting a good meal in her. Even if she did want to keep on fighting, there was a good chance she'd exhaust herself before dispatching all three of her Terran opponents.
"Hmph! Alright, fine. Gene'll get a temporary reprieve." Unwrapping her braided hair from Gene's neck, Aisha stood and brushed off her uniform. She gave the two women behind her a scathing glare, and they wisely took a few steps back out of her path, "You made a poor choice, Suzu. You too, android. I'll speak with you three later... Be sure to sleep with one eye open, Gene." And with that Aisha left the pantry/holding cell.
James was waiting for her the moment she passed through the door, "Aisha?" He asked, curious as to why she was alone and why she suddenly had a grumpy demeanor. Aisha slammed the steel alloy door behind her, sealing it. Unsure of what had just occurred, Jim placed a reassuring hand on his friend's shoulder, "Hey, are you alright? What happened in there?"
Aisha gave him a scathing look, but it quickly softened when she saw the genuine concern in the young man's eyes. She placed her hand on his, briefly enjoying its warmth, than lifted it from her shoulder. She held his hand delicately, rubbing the back of it with her thumb, "The crew and I... had something of a disagreement."
'I wanted to snap Gene's neck yet, for some reason, they were opposed to it.' she thought.
"Sooo... what does that mean? Why haven't you let them out yet?" Jim asked, creasing his brow. Though he'd tried not to show it, Aisha's cryptic response had left him more than a little worried.
"It's nothing to get worked up over, James. We had a disagreement and we're going to sort things out in the morning."
Jim was quite for a moment as he digested the small bit of information, ".... I'd like to go see them, if you don't mind."
Aisha dropped his hand and folded her arms, ".....Well you can't."
"Aish-"
"No!" The Ctarl Ctarl barked.
Jim was shocked by the harshness of her command. He looked at her critically, as if he were reappraising his long lost friend.
"Jim, who do you think I am?" Aisha asked in a serious tone. She cared deeply for the young Terran, but it was necessary that he knew his place. She was the commanding officer of the Orta Hone Hone, and she didn't take insubordination from anyone, be they Ctarl Ctarl, Terran, or otherwise.
"I think you're Aisha ClanClan; a spunky, obnoxious and opinionated army brat, and the closest thing I've had to family since I met Gene in the back alleys of our home world. You've always looked out for me and I've always thought of you as my big sister."
Aisha felt her annoyance dissipate. She'd suffered a blow to her pride, true, but that was no reason for her to take it out on her favorite human, "Well... you're right, Jimmy. I'm all those things... except for obnoxious!" Jim soon himself in a headlock; he squirmed as his head was squeezed in-between a powerful feline bicep and a plump yet firm tit.
"Damn it, Aisha! I'm too old for this!"
"Rweow!" Aisha eventually got him down to his knees, and pinned him to the floor. She sat on his back to keep him in place. Sure that he wasn't going anywhere, she proceeded to give him a noogie, rubbing her knuckles firmly into his scalp.
"... You enjoy torturing me, don't you?" Jim griped.
"You enjoy it; I know my little Jimmy is a masochist." Aisha teased.
"I suppose you're right, seeing as how I keep putting up with you."
Aisha ground her curvaceous rump against the swell of Jim's back, purring contentedly, "I love having you back." She told him truthfully.
Feeling the pliable Ctarl Ctarl butt cheeks rubbing against his back caused Jim to get the stirrings of an erection. He pressed himself into the cold, metallic floor in an attempt to stifle it, slightly embarrassed by his new abnormal reaction to their old routine. Aisha had often tussled with him when they'd traveled together, but it had never aroused him till now, "It's good to be back." He finally responded, "Now will you get your big butt off of me?"
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"Welcome to Chateau de Aisha!" The Ctarl Ctarl commander led Jim into the captain's quarters.
"Pretty nifty! It's a lot more cushy than the quarters on the Outlaw Star." Jim admitted, taking in the sights. After their brief wrestling bout, Aisha had worked up a serious appetite. They'd gone to the kitchen and she'd made a pig of herself, guzzling down half a dozen tuna burgers and ate least three gallons of a mysterious, odd smelling seafood chowder. After her gluttonous display had concluded, they'd discussed their companion's fates. Aisha had been a bit dodgy at first, but finally committed to resolve the issue first thing in the morning. After they'd agreed, she'd led Jim back to her room for a little R&R.
The two talked for a bit longer before finally deciding to call it a night, "Alright Jimmy, go ahead and take your clothes off." Aisha ordered, suddenly stripping down herself.
"W- WHAT?!"
"You heard me... You don't want to sleep in all of that, you'll be hot."
"But, wha...? I... I'm sleeping with you?!" Jim garbled. It had never occurred to him that Aisha might want him to get in a bed with her; he'd just assumed she'd allow him to sleep in an empty room or storage area.
At first Aisha had considered doing just that, but she eventually decided against it. Jim couldn't be left unattended. What if a crew member found him unaccompanied? The next time she saw him he might be a corpse with his innards splayed out on the bridge, or a thick brown turd bobbing up and down in a pool of water. Having him leave her side before formally introducing him to the crew would be a serious folly, so she couldn't give him his own room just yet. While it was a far safer alternative, she also decided she couldn't stick him back in that crumby holding cell. There was only one solution, have him sleep with her. Why not? They'd done it often enough half a decade ago.
"Yep!" Aisha confirmed, wiggling out fabric clinging to her thighs, "I don't have a room for ya just yet. Hope you don't mind."
Aisha flashed him a toothy grin before carelessly casting part of her uniform onto the floor. Jim felt the blood rush to his face as he surveyed her scantily clad body. He quickly looked away.
"Come on Jim, don't be shy. I don't bite... hard."
"As corny as ever, I see." Though he felt uncomfortable doing so, Jim eventually removed all of his clothing with the exception of his boxers. Unlike Aisha, he neatly folded everything and set it at the foot of her bed. After a moment’s hesitation Jim hopped up on the bed. Aisha wasted no time; she crashed down beside him, "You know, you're the first Terran boy to ever share a bed with me.... Well, aside from the times I've been hungry for a late night snack, or hankering for some breakfast in bed."
"I'm honored." Jim replied in a voice that conveyed he clearly wasn't.
Aisha chuckled lightly. Jim was careful to conceal his smile.
She gave him a quick peck on the cheek as they slipped under the covers. Even by Ctarl Ctarl standards, Aisha was shrill, bossy, and intimidating. Only Jim really got to see her softer, intimate side. Bidding each other good night, the two drifted asleep.
Aisha woke up in the middle of the night. Jim was fast asleep, his back facing her. She gazed at his slumbering form, and sighed. Her slumbering Jimmy was so much bigger now. He'd grown into a man. Yet he was still very cute in her eyes; maybe even handsome. Aisha was quick to tell herself her feelings were purely platonic, that a proud Ctarl Ctarl would never be attracted to a Terran. Still... he looked so tantalizing just lying there. Before she knew what she was doing, she'd already acted.
Jim's eyes fluttered. Through he was still half asleep and groggy, he was sure he had felt something. It had felt like
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