In the medical wing inside the Nirvana, the resident doctor and one of the three men serving on the ship, Duelo, was looking over a medical file on one of the female pirates. He was trained in dealing with male patents, but was finding it easy to work with females because of the similarity in body type. If not for a few certain body parts, such as the breasts and vagina, Duelo wouldn’t even be able to tell the difference between working with the males or females. One thing did bother him and that was the prostate exam. When it came time for him to go between his patience legs, they all seemed to try and get away. Why couldn’t they understand how important their heath was and how he had to check everything?

“Hello doctor.” Duelo’s ears perked up at hearing a familiar voce. Being a male made him unpopular with most of the crew, and even though some had begun to turn around and trust him, one person had always been there for him, Parfait. Keeping calm and cool, he turned around and greeted the girl at the door with a wave of his hand. She entered slowly and Duelo noticed a few things wrong with his fried. Her face was flush and she couldn’t look him in the eyes. Immediately going to doctor mode, he tried to diagnose her.

“Are you well Parfait? Your face is moderately red and you seem to not wish to look me in the eyes. Perhaps a full examination is in order to find the quandary,” Duelo said uniformly.

“No that’s not it. I just wanted to ask you something and…um…” Parfait mumbled, still not looking Duelo in the eyes. She hadn’t been able to get the gossip Jura was spouting earlier out of her mind. She had always found the method her people had of dealing with prisoners by shrinking them down to be interesting, especially when they started eating them. She had never eaten a man whole or cooked, but she had seen a few people dine on them before. The desire to eat men had never appealed to her personally, at least, not until hearing Jura say they could eat them raw. Somehow, knowing that someone was inside her, struggling to live and then absorbed into her body, made Parfait feel faint. She had come to the doctor to answer some questions that had been bothering her since hearing the gossip.

“Is your question medically related?”

“No, it has to do with males bodies,” Parfait explains, biting her lip nervously. She couldn’t let Duelo know she was thinking of eating shrunken males, what would he think of her? She had to try and make her questions as casual as possible to avoid suspicion.

“How much fat would you say is in the average male per pound.” Parfait mentally slapped herself. That was a horrible question. That had to tip him off that she was thinking about eating males.

“Hard to say, would it be appropriate if I used myself as an example?” Parfait nodded numbly, wondering silently if the doctor was really that clueless.

“Per pound, I’d say I have about half as much fat in me then your average steak. My fatty acids are very low as well and over all I have a low level of cholesterol and trans-fats. My protein is a little high, but over all I’d say that I’d be the perfect choice for someone on a diet giving themselves a small treat.” Duelo nodded at his assessment and went back to looking over his file. Parfait looked at Duelo, shocked and hungry. What he had just described was the perfect meal for her. Hell, she could treat herself to a small mustard sauce and she still wouldn’t gain much weight from her Duelo snack. Dazedly, she left the doctors office, not knowing weather she needed a cold shower or a candy bar to help her forget.


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“Boy this guy had a lot of cool stuff,” Jura gushed as she looked over a pair of expensive earrings. Her and Barnette were inside Rabat’s ship, sorting through all his misbegotten wears and technology. Most of it was junk, but they had found some nice jewelry in the mess.

“You can keep the cheap trinkets, just let me have the guns.” Barnette was less then happy to be in their enemies ship; especially when they found a pair of recently soiled underwear. Men were so disgusting that Barnette sometime couldn’t understand how they could stand up strait among all their filth. To her, males were just barely learning not to drag their knuckles on the ground.

“So I’ve been meaning to ask you, would you?” Jura asked, looking up from her pile of contrabands she found on Rabat’s ship.

“Would I what?’ Barnette asked, picking up a magazine with a naked woman on the cover. She tried open it to see inside, but the paper was all sticky. She threw it away for later.

“Would you eat a guy is what I’m asking. You’ve always made excuses not to eat them, but I can tell you want to. Don’t tell me my big bad Barnette has a soft spot for tiny men?” Jura giggled and started sorting through her pile again. She stopped when she found a box buried at the bottom.

“I just think of my body as a temple and don’t want any stupid men ruining it. Besides, the only way to shrink men is to force feed them DN-S pills and we don’t have single pill on board. You know that they only sell them to the military, making it nearly impossible for outlaws like us to get our hands on even one. I’ll probably never even hold a shrunken man,” Barnette huffed. Sure, they sometimes sold the little men, but they were so expensive that a month’s salary would only get her half a dozen. It just wasn’t worth thinking about.

“Never say never, Barnette,” Jura smiled. She looked down between her legs at the huge suitcase she’d found at the bottom of the pile. Printed in big red letters on the suitcase, were the initials ‘DN-S’ and inside thousands of tiny red pills waited to be consumed by unlucky males.