Rabat watched as the rest of his cargo was unloaded. While the men of planet Tarak had learned to live on pills the rest of the galaxy still relied on fresh fruits, grains, veggies, dairy products, and meat. The one eyed trader smiled as Barnette, one of the many man hating women of the Nirvana, stepped forward to give him his payment. Barnette glared at him, pissed that he had taken advantage of them during their time of need. The tall male merchant with the gleaming red eye patch and the female chimp as a partner had come upon their ship at the best possible time. They were out of food supplies and he had a large shipment of them stored away in the hull of his ship. After much bargaining they finally decided to pay him an arm and a leg for his cargo. They didn't want to starve.

"I should spit in your eye." Barnette looked at the man in disgust, his smug smile made her want to punch him in the face.

"I'm sorry but spit really isn't my preferred form of currency. Most planets and space ports don't deal in saliva. No, credits like the ones you have in that briefcase there, they'll be fine."

"Har har." Barnette tossed Rabat the briefcase.

The merchant gave a mocking bow before turning to go back onto his ship, "Pleasure doing business with you."

It wasn't until he was on his ship that he noticed the briefcase was significantly lighter than it should be, "Hmmmmm, maybe I should have checked first. I'm too trusting." He muttered to himself.

Opening the case all he saw was a black canister and a note. The note read in big black letters, 'you should never deal with pirates'. 3 seconds later the light sensitive black canister exploded causing smoke to pour out. Rabat fell backwards startled from the loud explosion. Fortunately the smoke grenade was designed to impair ones vision, not do any physical harm. Soon enough Nirvana pirates in full battle gear stormed into the room. Rabat felt a gun nozzle pressed against his temple. Though his eyes were watery and his vision was partially impaired from the smoke, he knew the shadowy figure before him was Barnette. Soon enough the smoke cleared up a little and Barnette's face, vicious smile and all, became plainly visible.

"You win bitch, you win....... for now."

"Take this male trash to lock up."

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"It's the latest fad on Mejale, all the upper crust of society eat them." The big breasted blonde gushed excitedly.

The rest of the crew just stared at her, amazed at what they were hearing. It was well known that women on their home planet, Mejale, had started eating captured Tarak soldiers but no one knew it had become such a popular and wide spread practice. Jura, the busty blond, was well known as a fountain of knowledge when it came to trends and fashion. If she said males had become a delicacy on their homeword than it must be true.

Some of the women remained skeptical, "And they're really swallowed whole?" Parfait asked.

Parfait was a mousey looking engineer with big glasses and messy brown hair. Personally she found the idea of swallowing something possibly a little bigger than you hard to... well, swallow.

"It's true!" Jura insisted, "I know when we were last there men were only cooked but now they're eaten whole, without chewing."

Parfait continued to stare.

"It's the fad!" Jura responded helplessly.

"That sounds pretty gross to me....... Ribbit!" A gruff voice called out. It was Pai, the young doctor in training once again using her frog puppet to do the talking for her.

"I don't know." Gascogne, the tall loud and occassionally rude tactical supply officer spoke up, "I think smothered in gravy Hibiki might be quite tasty, or at least filling."

"Yeah, males are germy disgusting creatures." A girl in a bear suit (meant to keep out male germs) pouted.

"It sounds pretty fattening." Parfait mumbled prodding her belly. She tried to imagine her good friend Duero, the elite male doctor she'd come to know and respect, squirming inside her gut. She'd be sure to put on some serious pounds...... not that she'd ever eat him!

"You could easily burn those calories doing a few laps around the track." Meia, the bluish grey haired fighter pilot finally spoke up, "Regardless of your diet, you should always exercise, you only have one body."

"So do these men your all talking about eating." Dita, a brown haired slightly dense girl, scolded.

"Ribbit. Pai will have one of Hibiki's thighs." Though her initial reaction was disgust the visual image of Hibiki covered in mushroom gravy was starting to make her reconsider.

"Oh no you won't!" Dita was red in the face, "No one is laying a finger on Mr. Alien!"

BC, the ships first mate, broke out into a sweat. No one knew he was really a man and a spy for the Tarak government but if he was ever discovered..........

"Fine, I'll eat Hibiki whole." Pai reasoned.

"No eating fellow crew members." Meia growled.

"Agreed." The old withered captain of the Nirvana, Magno, spoke up, "They are vital to the running of the Nirvana. Bart, Duero, and Hibiki are our crewmates and friends...... until food supplies run low." Though she didn't mean to the old woman licked her lips noisily.

Dita looked scared.

"Don't worry," Jura consoled, "They're safe with us. Besides, who here would honestly want to eat a runt like Hibiki or a spaz like Bart? We're pirates, eventually we'll come upon some male merchant vessel, or Tarak soldiers, or maybe even male pirates.

Bart came strolling out onto the bridge, "Whoa, what's going on here? A party! Why wasn't I invited?"

"This isn't a party." The captain replied annoyed, "we were just listening to the latest gossip about our home planet....... All right, we're done here, everyone back to your station."

Most of the girls filed out. Meia, though she wouldn't listen to any one talk about betraying their male crew mates, found she was eager to try stuffing her belly with an enemy combatant. Parfait was very interested in the whole process. She wondered about Duero, how many calories were in him? How would he taste? Would he give girl indigestion if he struggled? She would NEVER eat him but, being the male she was closest to it was easy to visualize him as the prey representing all 'men'. Pai was excited; she thought it might be fun to have a new kind of 'Pai Check'. Being one of two doctors aboard the ship she was also in charge of checkups. Maybe it was time the men had a checkup? She'd get to have them strip down to their boxers and let her check to see if their meat.... er, bodies, were in prime condition. Licking her lips, she decided she might just have to call them down to the medical wing.