Being the commander for one of the most powerful ships in the whole Ctarl-Ctarl star fleet means you must have certain qualities. You have to be able to keep your cool when things get messy, no falling to pieces when the chips are down. You must never abandon your post and make the critical decisions that may save or doom your whole crew. You most be a good tactician, always coming up with ways to outsmart or outplay your enemies. You most be willing to scarify more the just your life for the Ctarl-Ctarl empire, employing every skill and talent you have before failing your post. It’s a hard job that brings danger and loneliness to all that hold the possession. However, there are some benefits to being commander.

“Look at this one. He’s so pudgy!” Aisha squealed. She picked up the young Terran child that she’d singled out as pudgy and spun him around like a prize won at a carnival. The boy whimpered in Aisha’s clutches, expecting a quick, but painful death any second. Instead of death, Aisha tossed him aside and ran up to another child, this one more muscular.

“Please commander Clan Clan, don’t bruise the provisions,” the guard, that had brought Aisha to the refugees, said. Aisha nodded and took a step back. There were roughly two hundred refugees in front of her. They all looked like they had been through hell. Some were injured, but nothing life threatening. Aisha reminded herself to make sure that Molly Silverpaw got the most dirty and wounded of the provisions.

“We found this lot in an escape ship, drifting through space. Apparently, they’re from some planet that was decimated a few days ago by the same race that destroyed Sentinel 3. When we found them they only had a few hours of oxygen left in their ships,” the guard said as he read from a written report handed to him by the party that had picked up the refugees.

“So if we hadn’t picked them up, they would of died,” Aisha said thoughtfully, rubbing her chin as she processed everything. There were so many children here, much more then you’d expect to find on one ship. She wondered if when the Terrans evacuated they separate children and adults. If that was the case, Aisha would of liked to know how to identify the ships carrying children so they’d know to capture them next time. Children were after all a delicacy to Ctarl-Ctarls, so it would be nice to be able to identify ships stocked with them.

“Affirmative. If we hadn’t picked them up. They’d all be dead.” Aisha looked at the guard and grinned.

“You know officer, Terrans have saying, if you save a life, that life belongs to you. That means that all these succulent Terrans belong to us and you know what that means?”

“We’ll be eating fancy for a long time.” The guard said with a sheepish grin and Aisha nodded. All these Terrans would be consumed or turned into slaves, which was just being put on hold for consumption. The thought of some of these refugees becoming slaves made Aisha think back to Jim, her own slave. He’d never been too happy with her when she ate people, even if they were criminals or pirates. How would he react when he saw her eat children younger then him? She could just imagine the horror on his face if he saw her gobble down a little child like she did adults. He would be horrified by her actions.

Fear of a rift forming between them entered Aisha’s mind. She couldn’t change what she was and she thought Jim had excepted that. But did he really know the real her? This morning he saw her laughing and goofing around, but later she would be holding down screaming children and forcing them down her throat. Back on Sentinel 3, she wasn’t able to eat children because her diet only included bounties or criminals. If she’d grabbed a child and eaten them on Sentinel 3 without provocation, not even her Ctarl-Ctarl might would keep the police from putting a bounty on her head. Now that she was back with her people, she wasn’t only allowed to eat children, she was expected to. Turning down a child was considered a show of weakness. No one would take her seriously if they saw her going soft on Terran children. In spite of this, if she followed her cultures traditions, she might make Jim hate her. It was quite a conundrum.

Luckily, Aisha didn’t have to dwell on it very long because at that moment a Terran child ran up to her with a knife. He knew what would happen to him and the rest of the refugees, they’d all become Ctarl-Ctarl chow. If he could use their leader as a hostage, he might be able to save everybody. He swung his knife down, trying to hit Aisha in the thigh, but Aisha grabbed his wrist at the last second.

“Were you trying to stab me?” Aisha growled at the boy, who squirmed desperately. She tightened her grip, getting a gasp of pain from the boy. The guard had remained still, knowing the commander had this under control. Aisha glared down at the boy. He couldn’t be older then Jim, maybe even a little younger. Aisha caught his scent, a mix of sweat and flesh mixed in with a bit of age. It made Aisha salivate.

Not waiting for an answer, Aisha pressed her jaws over the boy’s face, engulfing the boys head in her mouth. Her clawed hands pressed and lifted under his arms, pushing his shoulders past her teeth, while squeezing his head down her throat. The boy struggled, waving his arms around and screaming in the dark void of Aisha’s throat. Aisha’s wet maw covered his chest, slowly moving down his body as she swallowed. A bulge moved down Aisha’s neck, slowly growing bigger the more she pushed in. Aisha licked what was inside her mouth, sucking the flavor out of the boy as she swallowed. Her hands moved down to his buttocks to give her more leverage to cram him in.

A purr vibrated the boy’s body, it’d been a while for Aisha since she tasted sweet child flesh. She took a gulp, dragging the boy’s chest into her throat and placing his waist directly in her mouth. Again, she licked him, trying to savior every inch of the would-be hostage taker. Everything goes upside down for the boy when Aisha lifts her head back and starts chugging him down. His shape vanished into her mouth, bulging out her throat before disappearing again as he entered her body. His wiggling decreased, either because he was running out of energy or had given up. It didn't matter to Aisha, he tasted great any way. His legs kicked several times as they rapidly dropped into Aisha’s mouth. When his feet slipped in, he was barely moving at all. Aisha closed her mouth over his feet and took one last swallow, sending all of him to her belly. All at once, Aisha’s belly stretched out, straining her uniform with the weight of the Terran child. Her meal settled in her stomach and Aisha pated her belly contently. A frown adored her face.

“Oh crap,” she grumbled.

“What?” the guard asks, concerned that something might have happened.

“I popped a button,” Aisha pouted. The two Ctarl-Ctarl’s shared a laugh, while the refugees backed away in fright from the perceived monsters.