Though the pills weren't necessary for consuming males they were usually preferred. Since leaving Earth the newest generation of women had evolved somewhat. The bones in their jaws and face were now somewhat more elastic than before. Though in a normal human most bones could bend a little without fracturing women had developed much more flexible and stress absorbing bones. No one could really say why, it probably had to do with Mjarle's unusual atmosphere. Regardless they could easily swallow a huge meal whole without so much as unhinging their jaws; they were more effective than snakes! It had been a skill ignored until there were questions of what to do with Tarak POWs. Men, being such lousy fighters, began to pile up in their cells. One Mjarle warship on the front lines had run out of food and, loath to try the Tarak pills, decided to try to and cook the men they'd captured for sustenance. It worked, men were delicious, and eating them soon became a common battle strategy for ships that were low on rations yet unable to resupply. Soon it became a fad on Mjarle and eventually, instead of cooking them, men were eaten whole. Of course they were filled with calories and many women fell from good social standing by ballooning in weight. Excessive male meals could damage your figure and there for your reputation. That's why the DN-S pills were made. They looked almost identical to Tarak meal pills. They were for women who liked to watch their figure.


“Barnette dear, come look at this.” Barnette walked over to Jura’s side and peered into the open suitcase.

“Wow….. That’s a lot of pills. ”

“Thousands.” Jura gushed

“Are they male food?” Barnette asked.

Jura shook her head no, “Shrinking pills! Which is good because I don’t like working off calories.” Jura looked up at the ceiling thinking of what to do with her newly found bounty, “Oh Barnette, do you know what we should do with these? We should attack a Tarak trade vessel then force feed them to the entire crew! We are pirates after all. Just think, dozens of little guys massaging and pampering us at the spa. Ohhh!” Jura moaned envisioning it.

Barnette just gritted her teeth, she didn’t want any male touching her, only Jura, “Whatever. They’d be good for target practice but that’s about it.”

“Barnette that’s so dreadfully boring! Why don’t you use your imagination? I’m sure there are thousands of things we could use them for.” Jura licked her lips, Barnette just frowned.

“Let’s keep these to ourselves for now. Why don’t you leak some rumors to the rest of the crew that I found an amazing discovery? Me, Jura.” She placed a hand on her chest.

Barnette just sighed, “Fine.”

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“So it’s settled. Rabat has been an enemy of the Nirvana for quite some time. He caused serious problems by selling us faulty technology for the ship. He also seriously hurt Hibiki and, according to Dita, he might have had eyes on his vanguard. Since food rations are scarce even after raiding his ship we can’t afford to have another mouth to feed, especially that of an enemies. We’ll have a raffle; the winning girl shall got to cook him or eat him raw.” The Nirvana’s captain explained.

A hat was produced and many of the Nirvana’s assembled crew decided to join in. The raffle was mostly restricted to girls who’d been called to the bridge to discuss the trader’s fate, no anoncement was made. There was no need to scare the male crew members and their was no reason to excite the majority of the crew when only one could get the price. All in all only ten or so entered their names. Among them were Pai, the young nurse, Parfait, the chief engineer, Meia, the fighter and Hibiki’s most loyal battle partner besides Dita, and Gascogne, the rough and tumble woman in charge of resupplying dreads. Even the captain herself decided to get in on it.

The captain noticed BC hadn’t entered the raffle for Rabat.

“You won’t be competing BC?” The second in command shook her (his) head, “No, I don’t think I will. I’m not interested in consuming men.” He was sweating pretty heavily, all this talk of eating men was getting to him. If they ever found out…..

The old captain shrugged, “Suite yourself.” The old woman licked her lips noisily imagining the much younger man hogtied and basted sitting on a silver platter. Of course she was a first generation and she didn’t have the same abilities as the other women around her. She would have to have him cooked and butchered if she won.

Pai, Gascogne, Parfet, and Meia each had meal ideas of their own.

"The winner will be anounced this evening. Everyone is dismissed till then."