A Brief interlude

(originally authored by Snoogins)

Gramps smiled as he stared down into the bowl of fermented Zolan Chipper Blood between his forelimbs. That boy was going to do aaaaalright. He'd probably enjoy himself on Earth while it lasted. But, more importantly, he'd hopefully take the heat off of Gramps. The ones who were after him would be looking for a male Mantid in a Slorian Stealth Jumper, and that's a description that now matched Tom more closely than Gramps. He had been planning to ditch the ship eventually anyway, that he could dump it on a patsy was just good fortune. He dipped his head and slurped deeply from the cup, satisfied that his cunning had tacked another few years onto his own extraordinarily long life.

Thats when he saw it enter the room. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw what appeared to be a human female, with long brown hair, asian features and a slim and lovely build. He assumed she was a bounty hunter by the black tattoos around her eyes, and the gun belt that hung loosely on her waist (which was, incidentally the only thing she was wearing.) His eyes followed her as she paced barefoot across the shabby bar. By the time she sat her bare buns down on a stool in the back, Garmps head had spun around 180 degrees. She ordered a drink from the barmaid and rested her head in her hands as she waited for it.

He knew her type. She had probably been **** at a young age, taken as a sex ****. Maybe a bounty hunter took a liking to her, bought her and taught her the tricks of the trade... yeah that made sense. That would explain the lack of characteristic human modesty. A girl like that... they're usually up for anything... WITH anything! Gramps had told Tom that he'd sated his lust all those years ago on Earth, but right now he could feel those old feelings coming back, and he knew what he wanted to do. "Ahh... it was good being alive!" He thought to himself, imagining all the poor Mantids who'd gone to their deaths midway through the loss of their virginity.

He approached the table. He was drunk and old, and a giant Mantis, but she didn't seem to mind. He was right about her, she was kinky! In no time at all he'd sweet talked her into finding a nice cosy place to spend the night together, which ended up being the alley behind the bar. Restraining her puny arms with his mighty raptorial limbs, he pinned her up against the wall as his lower legs undid her gun belt and cast it aside "No sense in giving her access to weapons if she decides to change her mind about this" he thought to himself.

The feeling of thrusting into her soft human flesh brought him back to the days of his youth and he thought about reviving a nasty little habit he hadn't told Tom about before sending him off. He didn't always do this of course, especially when the Klowns were pestering him for pregnant subjects for their experiments, but sometimes... he liked to eat the heads off the human girls just as he was finishing with them. It gave him a sort of perverse satisfaction to be able to repay the favor the females on his planet had paid to his his kind for so many generations, even if the payback was horribly misguided. Part of him knew it was stupid. There was hardly any law at all on this accursed rock, but cold blooded gruesome **** might turn a head or two. Plus, she appeared to be a bounty hunter. She was bound to have friends in the field, perhaps dangerous friends who were good at hunting people down. Maybe it would be best to leave this one alive. Then again, he was pretty drunk, and high on life... maybe he could indulge himself one last time...

He'd never get the chance to decide however. Without warning, the creature in his grasp changed shape, expanding outward, turning green, sprouting limbs and elongating until it was easily twice Gramp's size. Screaming in terror, Gramps grappled for control for a few moments, but to no avail. The creature reversed his hold on her and gripped him in it's own massive raptorial limbs and all he could do was struggle and scream as his twitching member remained trapped inside his former victim, gripped fiercely by something sharp and strong inside. The creature, if you haven't guessed by now, is a female of the Mantid species, but not an ordinary one. She (we shall call her Mandy) was a genetically altered hunter of fugitive Mantids, capable of changing shape and cloaking herself from detection. She'd been hunting Gramps for a long, long time. She'd learned long ago of his weakness for human females, and now that she'd finally tracked him down, she knew exactly what form to take to lure him in for the kill. Now, Gramps found himself face to face with the fate he'd run from for so long and every ounce of his being was fighting against it.

It wouldn't do him any good. As he shrieked and flailed, he felt the teeth close in around his trapped member, knowing that it would soon be severed from his body. "This is the price you pay for your cowardice, fugitive..." Mandy whispered to him as she opened and closed her mandibles experimentally in front of his face. "Cowards do not get to pass their unfit seed on to poison the next generation. All they get to do is live in fear for their long and wasted lives until we find you. You've lead me a long chase, coward, but you must have known it would end this way eventually."

She wasted no further words on the screaming wreck in her grasp. Tucking in, she slowly and methodically set about the task of devouring his head until there was nothing left to devour. She'd made sure to dispose of his lower parts as well before he could finish his intended task. When she was finished, she dropped the headless body on the ground, and shifted back to her humanoid form. It would be useful in her next mission she thought. You see, in addition to shapeshifting, there's another special ability imparted to Mandy through the miracle of genetic engineering. When she eats the brain of another creature, she consumes it's thoughts and memories as well. In essence, she knows everything Gramps had learned in his long and traveled life. In that way, he was giving back to his race, for his knowledge and experience would be well documented in Mandy's official reports. But, more importantly, it enabled her to gather crucial information about other fugitives, and there comings and goings. Now that she'd eaten Gramps head of course, she knew all about Tom and his quest for human pussy. Retrieving her belt from the ground, she buckled it around her waist and sauntered back towards her ship, throwing a sexy little sway in her hips that she learned after devouring a humanoid dancing **** on Tarro II. After boarding her ship, she hung up her belt, started up the engine and set a course for Earth.