The poor man’s leg slowly disappeared down Trisha’s throat. She continued gulping with a relaxed lazy smile of her face. Though he wasn’t child (veal) quality he was a lot softer and healthier tasting than the pirate fare she’d grown used to. She had come with a big appetite so he’d turned out to be the perfect meal. The foot twitched a little and the toes clenched and unclenched. Most likely he’d used up all his air supply after being shoved into the saucy red headed Ctarl Ctarl’s maw head first. The tight constricting throat and the belly full of stomach acid didn’t provide him with much oxygen to catch his breath. He was probably just on the verge of fainting. She slurped his foot into her mouth and her lips came down so that only his five now rigid toes remained. She used her index finger to pop each exposed digit into her mouth, one at a time. She gave Jim a toothy grin than gulped, sealing the man’s fate as Ctarl Ctarl chow, “Mmm, tastes like chicken.” She confided.

“Liar.” Jim said, though he was ashamed of himself he had an amused smile on his face.

“Yeah,” Trisha confessed, “You’re actually a quite deal better.”

“Yesseriiiiii!” Alison agreed bumping into Trisha accidently, her crewmate looked at her annoyed.

“He still alive in there?” Jim asked.

“Dunno.” Trisha gave her gut a poke….. nothing…… a prod….. nothing….. a punch. That did it! Somehow the man inside had gotten his second wind and the plump man filled tummy started jerking around erratically, “Ah, nothing beats a massage from the inside.” Trisha leaned back, trying to enjoy the sensation.

Alison just kept guzzling whatever bottles were in reach. Paige was trying to console her future meal. Jim picked away at his food while watching his companions feast.

Jim wondered if Allison’s belly came from terrans or excessive drinking. He’d probably have to guess the latter. Allison was busy refilling a hip flask with whisky….. or at least she was trying to. She was well past buzzed and had started to sway slightly. The whisky hit her lap just as often as it hit her lap.

“Sloppy drunk bitch.” Trisha muttered, taking the flask and filling it for her, a confused than grateful Allison murred happily. Trisha enjoyed her cussing but Jim noticed a distinct difference in the way she said bitch to Aisha compared to when she said it to Allison. With Allison it was very casual, yet when directed at Aisha the word was filled with contempt. He kept his observation to himself though.

Allison’s belly hadn’t put up too much of a fight. Jim was used to seeing the furred orbs jerk around like crazy as their captured prey fought instinctively for survival. Yet Allison’s belly was thicker than most and she assaulted her victim with a steady stream of alcohol after eating him. The man was more likely to die from drowning than he was digestion or suffocation. Allison pounded her belly and let loose a mighty belch causing nearby tables to look over and her dining companions to scoot away.

Paige wrinkled her nose, “Is that really necessary?” The young terran boy on her plate was shivering fiercely. He seemed more terrified of the drunk, overweight, Ctarl Ctarl than he did the one who was planning on eating him. Jim wasn’t too surprised. Paige didn’t radiate cruelty and brute strength nor did she appear savage or dangerous. Just a young shy fragile girl who, if she’d been born terran, would have probably been bullied mercilessly. She patted her prey’s leg reassuringly and smiled at him, he lost some of his tension.

Allison continued to noisily chug down entire bottles of Ctarl Ctarl booze.

“Maybe you should trying drinking some water?” Trisha suggested.

“MAybE yOu sHould SHUT Up!”

“Okay, that’s enough, you’re starting to embarrass yourself.” Trisha took the bottle malt liquor in Allison’s hand and finished it off herself, she then took the not so sober Ctarl Ctarl girl by the arm and got her to stand, “I’m going to take her back to her room and see if I can get her decent before her next shift.” Trisha informed them.

“All right, bye!” Paige waved bye to them, Jim followed suit.

The one time paralyzed boy on Paige’s plate was starting to recover slightly. He had been shaking with fear but with each passing minute the Ctarl Ctarl before him made no attempt to messily devour him.

He finally had enough nerve to ask a question, “Miss? What are you going to do with me?” It should have been pretty obvious from where he was but the Ctarl Ctarl before him didn’t seem very big or very vicious, nor was she making any attempt to bite him.

“Ummm…… eat you?” Paige mumbled timidly.

“O-oh, okay, will it hurt?” He asked, a little of his old fear rising.

“I’ll be very gentle.” Paige assured him. The boy nodded, he believed her.

Paige was EXTREMELY uncomfortable with the situation. She liked bratty bossy prey. Though it was nice getting someone who wouldn’t give her a tummy ache (unlike most Paige wasn’t crazy about having struggling meal’s in her gut) she also didn’t like eating prey she deemed nice. Still, if she didn’t someone else would. Probably someone a lot crueler and rougher who might even try to terrify the poor boy before cramming him into their maw. Fear allegedly made food taste better. She didn’t want to return him to the storage room only to wind up in the jaws of some merciless Ctarl Ctarl flunky. She was quite hungry and eating him would probably be doing him a favor (when compared to his other options). The other thing holding her back though was Jim’s presence. She ate terrans, that was who she was. But would he except that side of her? Would he be disgusted by it? Paige really didn’t want to eat in front of him, it was embarrassing!

The young terran boy watched Paige with wide eyes, but without the overwhelming fear he had when the meal started, “Are you going to eat me soon? I- I know you said it wouldn’t hurt but I’m a little scared.”

Jim frowned a little and looked at the boy maybe a year his junior sympathetically.

Paige adjusted her glasses. She wasn't sure what to do. She should probably eat him here and now. She could always just eat him in private if she saved him for later. Just wait until Jim stepped out or used the shower. She could spare him...... but he'd just be eaten by someone else and enslaving him was out of the question. So, should she eat him now or take him back to her room for later? It was a tough call, even for the young brainiac.