8
Chuck Gets His Meal To Go
I look down at the delicious larva and frown. I think, possibly, he's not quite ripe yet. It would be a shame to consume such a creature before he was at his utter peak of ripe perfection.
“I believe you've earned your grade sufficiently, Travis.”
“Wha'?” He seems dazed.
“Ninety-three percent on your next exam.”
He looks up at me blearily. “Not a hundred? Fucker.”
“There's always room for improvement, larva.”
“Sooooo… does this mean you're not eating me?”
“Certainly not yet. You're not at your peak. There is time. I have nothing but time. Now come with me.”
“Um, good. About the not eating me, I mean. Where are we going?” Travis seems very confused.
“To my nest. You have earned your grade on the exam, Mr. Pritzker, but we are not finished with the semester, are we?”
“I like Travis better than Mr. Pritzker, if you don't mind. But fuck me again that way and you can call me anything you like.”
“Then it's settled. You will reside with me, and ripen, and then I'll eat you when you're completely perfect.”
He looks up at me, all big eyes and gaping mouth. “I'm not perfect now?” He seems exceedingly confused. I sympathize. Humans are also confusing creatures.
“No, pet. Not quite yet. I can wait. I have great patience.”
“I just bet you do.”
“Do you need assistance dressing, larva?”
“Travis. And I can get dressed all on my own, thanks.”
“Yes, Travis.” But I can see my future meal is tired and disoriented and I am the one responsible for that. It seems the least I can do is assist the boy. In no time his clothes are properly on and he looks presentable, but still bone weary and a bit mussed. It will have to do, however.
“I can't really go home with you, prof.” But he makes no move to pull away from my embrace.
Reluctantly, I tuck my extra appendages back where they're normally hidden, so as not to betray my true nature. “Nonsense. We will eat food and then rest and then we will proceed with the ripening process.”
“The what now?” He furrows his brow.
“I'll need to season your body before it's fully ripe.”
Travis gives me a look I can't fully interpret. “Season my body? You mean with your alien jizz, don't you?”
I pause to flip through my host's memories. Jizz, an informal name meaning semen. The comparison isn't perfect, but it'll do. “My jizz, yes.”
“Will it take a lot of alien jizz, do you think?”
“Oh, indeed. I've no experience with how long it takes a human to fully ripen. We shall have to see for ourselves. Like one of your quaint science experiments.”
“Fuck science. But I'm in if you're gonna keep sexing me up. I've got stuff in my dorm, though. I should get that.”
“Later. We can take care of all of that later.”
“You're in a big hurry, Mr. I Have Tons Of Patience.”
“I need to investigate your ripeness further, larva. With my mouth.”
“You know, I have no idea if that means you're gonna eat me or not, but fuck it. Sure. Let's do this. Take me home and sex me up. Eat me later.”
“Good. We have now entered into another agreement.”
“Whatever, dude. Seriously. What ever. ”