This choice: Cloud looks like a good meal • Go Back...Chapter #6Aisha loves a fighter by: chaos   “Hey bunny girl, I’m ready to order!” Aisha screamed to Bunny, halfway across the restaurant. Bunny’s ears stand up when they hear Aisha’s scratchy voice. The waitress turns to her latest customer and hops towards her merrily.
“What can I get for you, Miss Kitty?” Aisha chose to ignore the Miss Kitty comment and smiled viscously at the waitress. She was on the hunt and she’d just found her prey.
“I want the one called Cloud, he looks like a fighter, and no, I won’t have him shrunken or taken to a private room. I want my prey to be full size when I devour his sorry ass,” Aisha chuckled, as Bunny wrote that down. She looked over at Aisha, whom was almost drooling as she imagined her Cloud meal that was on its way. It warmed Bunny’s heart to see the feline predator so happy. Bunny loved her job because it allowed her to make so many hungry predators happy. This was mostly because Bunny was from a race of prey that lived solely to feed bigger, stronger predators.
“I’ll have him out in a jiffy,” Bunny said, then turned to leave. But before she walked away, she remembered something important she’d forgotten to mention. “By the way, Cloud’s a little bit of a fighter so if he tries to escape…”
“…I’ll wallop his butt good,” Aisha finished, grinning happily that her assessment was true and cloud was a fighter. Eating smaller, weaker prey was good sometimes, but she liked the strong, never give up, never back down types in her stomach. She watched the Bunny girl go into the kitchen to retrieve cloud for her. While Bunny was rounding up Aisha’s meal, the Ctarl-Ctarl girl started loosening her top so it didn’t burst when she was stuffed full of spiky haired Terran. She knew she’d bloat out like a week old fish in the sun, but she didn’t care. Her metabolism could brake down her meal quickly and leave her as trim as before she came to the restaurant.
Bunny came out of the kitchen carrying a hogtied Cloud on her shoulder. He’d been struggling too much to stay on his plate, so Bunny had to carry him out without the serving dish. She hoped the condition of the meal didn’t discourage Aisha from eating him. Seeing her prey without a plate didn’t affect Aisha’s appetite at all. If anything, seeing her prey in the flesh made Aisha feel even hungrier. She wanted Cloud in her stomach now and nothing short of Hojo was going to stop her.
Bunny placed the still hogtied man on Aisha’s table gently, so not to bruise the meat. Bunny looked at Aisha, who was wiping her saliva off her mouth with the back of her hand. Smiling, Bunny reminded Aisha one more time that Cloud was a fighter and may attack her. Aisha looked at the bunny girl and waved her off. She was a Ctarl-Ctarl; she could handle any male, no matter who they were.
“Come to mama,” Aisha said as she slashed Clouds bindings off, so he could start eating. As Cloud was released, his right arm shoot up towards Aisha’s face, ready to punch his enemy strait on the nose. He wasn’t about to become anyone’s meal.
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