Aisha leaned back in her commander’s chair and put her feet up on her desk. The wobbling mass that was Aisha’s stomach jolted as the person inside moved for the last time. Aisha’s belly became still the moment the commanding officer came to her decision about what to do. Her face was a mask of indifference as she tapped her fingers together in a pensive fashion. She coolly stared at Molly, mulling things over in her mind. Eventually, Aisha smiled at Molly.

Molly watched Aisha grin at her without showing any emotions, but on the inside, she was smiling. Her and the commander were cut from the same cloth. They were members of the more superior subspecies of Ctarl-Ctarls. Born into wealth and power, they were the mightiest of the mightiest, deserving not only to control their own kind, but every other species in the universe. Aisha was on her side and she wasn’t just going to get off scot-free, she was also probably going to be rewarded. She had been doing an honorable service, finding those race traitors that befriended their kinds meat. A grin cracked the emotionless façade Molly had on as she waited to be commended.

“You’re pathetic.” Aisha stated with a frown.

It felt like something had shattered inside for Molly when the commander said that. Her eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped open in shock at what she’d heard. Why was her free pass? Where were her congratulations for hard work? Where was her praise? Molly snapped her jaws shut, she was trembling all over in anger. How could this sorry excuse for a leader say she was pathetic? She was the top in her class and had many recommendations. So what if her grades and praise were all bought by her daddy, she had deserved them anyway. She wanted to shoat out her objection, but she held her mouth.

Slowly, Aisha got out of her chair, her belly now sloshing around with the Terran child little more the soup inside her. She walked right up to Molly, so she could look the woman in the eye. Molly held in her anger barely and met her commander’s gaze with one of cool indifference. “Do you know why you’re pathetic?”

“No,” Molly answered curtly through her teeth. She couldn’t scream at her commanding officer, she couldn’t threaten her, she was helpless and it was making her feel sick.
“This is the second day you’ve come in here and the second time I’ve heard about this Terran infant.”

“Jim ma’am, he was your slave and his name was…” Molly tried to say, but Aisha silenced her by raising her hand palm out.

“I don’t care what his name is, he just a pile of meat for eating. However, he is Paige's meat to eat, not yours. It’s pathetic that you can’t let this worthless meat go. There are plenty of other Terran children on board for you to eat. What makes this Joe so important to you?”

“Jim, actually.” Aisha rolled her eyes directly at Molly, demonstrating that she didn’t care what the slave was called. Molly dropped it and began giving her argument.

“Ma’am, he’s humiliated me before with that bitch Trisha, putting me in your bad graces. If that’s not enough, he walks around here like he’s our equal, eating in our cafeteria, talking to our officers, walking our hallways without an escort. He should be in a cage or better yet already eaten and digested. Terran trash shouldn’t be allowed to roam free-range, thinking they’re so good and smart. Their animals that need to be eaten before they rise up and try to fight back!”

“Hold it right there officer!” Aisha barked, bringing an end to Molly’s rant. The upper-class snob had turned purple in the face and was foaming slightly. She had completely lost control during her tirade and Aisha worried she might transform at any second. Aisha took a second to look at her lower officer more carefully, trying to think up a way to keep her away from Jim. She had tried to make it seem like Jim wasn’t important, just another countless meal on this ship, but Molly wouldn’t see it that way. The female Ctarl-Ctarl was dead set on killing Jim and adding him to her menu as a main course. Molly was near obsessed with Jim, which oddly made Aisha proud. Her little guy was fighting off a fully grown Ctarl-Ctarl and winning. She almost wanted to see this continue on and witness Jim taking this out of control bitch once and for all. But the risks were too many. All Molly needed to do was get Jim alone for one second and he’d be inside her.

Aisha’s insides turned at the thought of that happening. Jim would be pulled into this bitch’s stomach to meet her digestive juices. She could see him surrounded from all sides by her churning insides, being grounded down until her belly had him in a tight ball. He’d cry and plead as her digestive enzymes dissolved his body, they always cried. It would burn and grow hard to breath, until finally he passed out from the pain. The only way he would be leaving the stomach would be through the intestines, reduced to a fine paste to be passed out by the rectum into a cool pool of toilet water. His last journey would be to the ships waste holding tank, where he’d spend weeks with other human turds until the ship dumped him and the rest into outer space.

“M-m-ma-a’am-m?”

Aisha shook her head, she had drifted off there, couldn’t have that happening, someone might think something was wrong. She looked warily at Molly and nearly giggled, ruining her hard ass attitude. The woman had tears in her eyes and was trembling. She eyed Aisha like a bomb, afraid to say anything.

While Aisha had been off in dreamland, her face had masked the emotions she felt at the thought of Jim being eaten, pure fury. Molly had seen that raw rage being pointed indirectly at her and had gotten scared. Aisha wasn’t saying anything, but the expression was enough to tell her the commander was pissed. With no clue of what she’d done, she numbly stood there hoping she wasn’t attacked.

Molly’s terror quickly bored Aisha and she turned her back to the young officer. “You can leave. I’ll decide your punishment later.”

Molly quickly nodded; glad to get a reprieve from the obviously mental captain of her ship. She had no clue why the other Ctarl-Ctarl had become so angry, nor did she really care. All Molly wanted was to get out of there. She almost got out, but before she could, Aisha said one last thing without turning around.

“Stay away from Paige’s slave. He’s only meat, he shouldn’t be on your mind.”
Molly nodded and closed the door behind her, leaving Aisha alone to worry about the boy she though of as a brother surrounded by hungry predators. Doubts about retaking her post filled Aisha’s mind, but she snuffed them out by focusing on her endless hunger. Turning to the half full cage of Terran children, her mouth watered and she advanced.