Going back to the salad Paige spent more time moving it around than eating it. It was good, she was a Ctarl Ctarl and it was food, so of course she enjoyed it. But it just wasn’t as filling or as satisfying as a live meal. Forget being a vegetarian, it was just a fleeting idea anyway. Still, she wasn’t really in the mood for overgrown smelly hormone pirates. Paige enjoyed a terran snack as much as the next Ctarl Ctarl but she ate more selectively. She usually didn’t like to know her food (she found it was much harder to eat someone she’d known over the course of several days), she also didn’t like terrans too much larger than herself. Her stomach was fairly capable but a large muscular male terran with a lot of energy left in him could give her a tummy ache. She preferred smaller less violent prey. Preferably prey that wouldn’t fight her. Many, in fact most, Ctarl Ctarl enjoyed their superiority over terrans. Dominating the meal was half the fun, but not for Paige. She’d eaten quite a few unwilling meals but there was always the potential she could be talked out of it. As far as Ctarl Ctarl go she could be a picky eater. This, of course, was another point against her. Imperfect vision, all brains and no muscle (by Ctarl Ctarl standards), she and submissive, not aggressive or needlessly cruel to her food, not a big supporter of species superiority, there was a lot of things that set Paige apart from the pack, and not in a good way.

“Let get you wiry jackass! If you didn’t want this you shouldn’t have been pirating near Ctarl Ctarl space.” Paige looked up to see Trisha struggling with her meal.

He’d gotten a couple handfuls of spiky red hair and had begun to tug with all his might, Trisha was hesitant to pull him off because she knew a good portion of her hair would go with him, “Let go already, it’s time to meet your maker!” He responded by letting go with of one handful and latching on to one of her ears. With a sharp tug he tried to tear out Trisha’s single earing.

“You little shit. Heh, well I enjoy a good fight.” It hurt but the human wasn’t doing any serious damage.

As the struggle continued Paige sort of tuned them out. She had a years worth of savings before being assigned under Aisha ClanClan. And with her higher than usual income that was a lot of money……. But Jim would be worth it. The only question is would she sell him? If Lady Aisha were a less emotional less impulsive commander Paige would have said definitely. Though Jim was the preferred size for a terran meal Lady Aisha, being the commander, could easily have a similar meal prepared whenever she wanted. Though she could have her choice of food she was, however, on a fixed income. And a years salary, especially as large as Paige’s, would be awfully tempting. Then there was Jims obvious skills. He was undeniably an asset to the ship, just as much a child prodigy as Paige herself was. Surely any reasonable commander would understand his value, even Aisha must have had some inkling. She’d sent him to work with her the first day he’d arrived. So really buying Jim off of her shouldn’t be a problem.

But was Lady Aisha the type who’d sell a slave? Paige wasn’t so sure. She’d heard the horror stories. The commander could be a real hardass, not just to POWs or terrans but her own subordinates. Trisha herself had spent many long nights scrubbing toilets out with a toothbrush. Also, from what she’d learned via other former Clan Clan crew, Aisha always ate her slaves. So Jim probably wouldn’t be any different. She’d have to make her proposal soon before it was too late. Taking care of his needs once she’d gotten him (such as food and a place to sleep in her chambers) were an afterthought. She’d take care of all of that AFTER he’d been transferred over to her custody. Paige smiled at that thought, Jim would probably be grateful to her for freeing him. Just seeing that smile she’d get after he learned he was free from Lady Aisha and now hers would be worth the year’s salary.

“Oomph!” Paige stopped day dreaming and was brought back into the real world thanks to Trisha’s grunting.

She was quickly shoveling her Terran meal down her throat. Paige could see the vague impression of his face in Trisha’s throat as the catgirl swallowed his head. Since he’d put up such a fight Trisha had shredded off his clothes rather than methodically stripping him. Fortunately for him her claws didn’t cut too deep. He just had some reddish impressions on his skin, no blood was coming out of anywhere as far as Paige could tell. Trisha’s lips spread ridiculously wide trying to accommodate the pirates thick arms. It was hard going but with a little bit of nibbling she was able to work more of his meat into her mouth. This was the reason she’d prefer a salad and why most Ctarl Ctarl ate smaller younger or weaker terrans. Trisha’s cheeks inflated as more of the pirate entered her mouth.

Looking at the scene in front of her only reaffirmed Paige’s plans to act soon. There was no telling how long Lady Aisha’s interest in her young terran servant would last. For all Paige knew Jim could be taking the plunge right now.

……………………………..

“Cut it out Aisha!” Jim squirmed trying to get out of her headlock.

“No, not until you promise to give me a belly rub.”

“Rub your own belly!” Try as he might Jim just couldn’t wiggle out of Aisha’s grip. She began to noogy him relentlessly.

“Quit it you bully!” Though Jim was fighting her he had a smile on his lips. Aisha could have made the experience extremely painful by digging her knuckles into his soft terran scalp but, with the pressure she was applying, it was only a little annoying.

“Is Jimmy gonna rub my belly?” Aisha asked in a scratchy sing song voice.

“No!....... Y- yes, yes! Just cut that out all ready.”

Aisha released him and he fell forward panting. Rough housing and being playful with Aisha could be fun but it always left him feeling a bit worn out. Aisha happily made her way to her bed and spread. She clapped her mammoth stomach both hands, “Ahhhhhh…….. I’m waiting. Don’t make me come and get you.” Though most masters would take a chunk out of their slave’s side for the most frivolous infractions Aisha was content with just noogying and tickling hers into action. Of course if it honestly made him uncomfortable she’d stop, but Aisha knew it didn’t. Jim enjoyed it almost as much as she did.

Jim eyed the massive swaying fur covered orb in front of him. It swayed ever so slightly, not do to its occupant trying to get out but because that occupant was little more than a messy nutritious soup. It would have been a little scary if it hadn’t been Aisha. But it was Aisha, and though she was a harsh commander on an alien vessel and capable of handing out executions to prisoners as if they were candy grams, she was just a cuddly dependable big sister to Jim. One who could eat him or break him in a nanosecond, yes, but a big sis all the same.

Jim made his way over to the bed. Hoping on to it he stared at the gurgling gut that seemed to take up just as much space as Aisha herself (minus the belly).


“Where does it all go?” He asked, a little impressed she could handle such a meal.

Aisha let out a scratchy chuckle but then her face grew serious, “My hips…. At least for a couple of hours.” Aisha confided.

“Shut up, you’ll just lose the weight fast, you’ve got a fast metabolism. You break down your food and it goes to your muscles so you’re stronger and you can transform with ease.”

“If you knew the answer, why ask the question?” Aisha asked smirking.

“It was rhetorical.” He began to massage the massive tummy, kneading the soft furry flesh while Aisha purred contentedly, “Mmmmmmmm, I don’t know how I lasted so long without my own personal little Jimmy attendant.”

“I honestly don’t know either. I feel like a babysitter.” Jim told her with fake annoyance.

“Hmmmm, well you might be able to pass for a little terran baby but certainly not a babysitter.” Aisha told him smugly.

“…….. That’s it, no belly rub for you.”

“Awww, come on Jimmy!”