Torque Smacky didn't believe in a higher power until today. He'd spent his whole life living by one principle and one principle alone. "Everything works out for me". The held-back-a-grade high schooler had, at long last, been accepted on a football scholarship to Yale not really based off his academic performance, which was average at best, but his ability to sack literally anything you put on the football field. He was astoundingly quick for somebody so big and bulky. Which was helpful!
It might keep him alive for a few more minutes. The reddish and messy-haired young man's enormous football jersey was shaking as he bolted down the street at top speed, sweating like a diseased yak and his eyes bulged with fear. Yes, Torque Smacky, there is indeed a higher power…and it's coming right for you. We call it "the food chain".

He barreled down the street as the starry-bodied, dark-skinned being continued to chase after him. She raced across the rooftops, leaping like a gazelle from each one, a wild, free, and hungry look dancing in her eyes. Torque was trying to make it to his house because he knew exactly where his father kept the guns. He'd known for years. It'd been something his dad had put, on display, next to the nice big television he had gotten himself to watch old episodes of the Rambo TV show.

"That's the stuff!" he'd said. "Look at that. Rambo's just WRECKIN' those gooks." He'd insisted to Torque, who'd watched all of this stuff unfolding in front of his eyes, unable to look away, drawn in by the astounding dance that was Rambo's expert fighting skills. The symphony of blood and carnage that was playing out upon the screen had flowed out to fill Torque's ears and stayed with him forever. It was something he and his father could easily bond over…a good thing too, since otherwise his dad would keep insisting he had to work harder at football, or stop running like a little girl, or "look me in the eye when I'm talking to you". Which was him being nice.

It wasn't like Torque hadn't thought of finally using those guns. He had, but he'd never had the courage to take one. Now, though, desperation drove him towards his house. He HAD to get that big ol' rifle and he had to get it soon and thank God, the house was just down the street. He launched himself in through the door, barreling to the basement. His mother and father were out for the weekend, he had the place all to himself. Wrenching the cabinet open, Torque Smacky took hold of the fancy rifle his father had gotten all those years ago, a remnant from his time in the military, just like his grandpappy before him! Now, it wasn't quite as good as the bazooka his grandpappy had supposedly given Mr. Smacky, but…well, the damn government had taken that away. See his dad, when younger had decided to make use of some leftover mortars for fun. Taking aim at his neighbor's kitchen and BAM! Now half of their house was missing.

But…alas…no bazooka left. Not one grenade. So the high powered rifle would have to do. Torque took aim at the only entrance to the basement, his arms slightly shaking as he heard the door which he'd slammed shut creak open. He could hear her descending down the steps, and he knew it wasn't his mother or father coming down, they were gone for the weekend. No, it was her, that creepy alien freak! "Back off, bitch! I'll shoot! I'll shoot!" He cried out. "I'm certain I'll blow your head off too!"

"There's only one certainty in life, really. And that's death." The Huntress spoke quietly.

Torque fired…and fired…and fired. The KRA-KRAK of the impact rang through the basement air, photos hanging on the walls quaking, the furniture shuddering a bit as the bullets shot through the air. But the Huntress leisurely held up her clawed hand, clenched into a fist, and she then popped it open, revealing the bullets she'd caught.
"…I know iron's an important part of a balanced diet…but lead, not so much." The Huntress intoned. "Here. Have these back." She leisurely flicked the bullets at him, using her thumb to aim and launch the bullets forth! They sailed through the air, the bullets tearing at his clothing, shredding them to pieces as she advanced on the stunned and terrified Torque Smacky, as her claws struck! She ripped what remained of his clothing clean off and picked him up by the throat, then tilted him down! She licked his face playfully before her maw began to crack open, and she began to lower his face towards her waiting jaws!

"What ARE you?" He whispered out in horror.

"I am the Huntress…and you…are my prey." And with that, his face slipped inside her mouth. Torque tried to protest, but it was too late. The Huntress took him in further, until she had all of his head packed into her mouth and partially down her throat. Torque heard a horrible popping sound, and her lips quickly slipped over his eyes and the rest of his head. He felt her flesh ripple over him, like a snake does when it swallows its prey.

THLOOORGH-GULLLGH-GULLLGH. The Huntress was easily guzzling the young man up. She had his whole head in her mouth now, and was quickly making way over his neck, he was fairly easy to down compared to other prey she had consumed. The young man squirmed about as strange gurgling noises came occasionally as she started to move her lips over his shoulders and arms, her skin stretched so thin that the outline of Torques arms could easily be seen in her throat! Her breasts were now erect, nipples proudly on display as she was quite turned on by all of his and she could feel Torque's head had begun to reach the bottom of her gut.

She took in a few breaths now that Torque had reached the bottom of her belly, and the movement around him stopped. He began to wonder if she would spit him out perhaps…maybe she'd had second thoughts? He also wondered, since he was naked and he felt warm saliva trickling out of the tight lips around his waist, what she would do when she got closer to his cock. Then he felt movement again, and soon he felt the belly around him began giving even more room to his body, as if he was in a balloon that inflated.

GULGH-GULGH-GULGH! The Huntress felt her belly give more room to her soon-to-be occupant, and she gulped down even more of the young human man, inch by inch, she pushed him down and came to his groin. So far, his erect penis prevented her from eating him outright but this wouldn't take long. She leisurely slid his shaft up, against his belly, and then GULLLLGH-HUUURGH-UUULP! With a gigantic gulp, she had put her lips over it, and was making way over his rump. Her victim was soon gone inside her, and she quickly gulped down his legs.

She could feel his erection through her skin, and she evilly giggled. Not much left of him to gulp up now! GULGH-GULGPPP! Further and further in he went, sliding down to the humid expanse of The Huntress's stomach. The alien kept swallowing, Torque groaning and feeling rather lightheaded as he began to descend down into a dark abyss. The faint glimmer of far off stars surrounded him, an odd, pulsating sensation bathing over his skin as the Huntress playfully belched, and covered her mouth.

"Hee hee. How unladylike of me." She mused. "You had a lot of nice meat on your bones, Torque Smacky. I think you'll keep me well-fed for a while…but I'm REALLY looking forward to that rotten Zim." She added as she patted over her gut a little, and she sauntered off, heading for Dib Membrane's home. Dib didn't live too far away, in fact…it was why Torque targeted him quite a lot. That and the fact Dib was an easy target with his big glasses and the fact Torque could grab his hair like a handlebar and punch his face over and over! Poor kid.

Dib looked up from the couch as the Huntress sauntered in, and he stared at her now-slightly-larger belly. He felt his insides squirming, his mouth slightly dry as he tried to speak. "Is…is he…?"

"Yes." The Huntress nodded as Dib approached her, his mouth slightly open as he looked a ther belly. "I ate him up, like you asked me to. Would you be so kind as to give me that wig of Zim's you said you had, so I can track him down?" She asked as Dib gulped a bit before coming even closer to the Huntress.

"…wh…what's it…what's it like?" He quietly inquired.

"Becoming a part of me? Having me fully absorb and digest him to stave off entropy inside?" The Huntress inquired as she playfully smiled and ruffled Dib's hair with astounding tenderness. She giggled and headed to the couch, letting Dib sit next to her as she then gently pressed him down. "Go on…listen." She insisted as she let him lay his head upon her lap, her belly slightly pressing against him s she caressed his head. "It's like a soft, gentle massage…all over your body, and it never stops." She crooned. "He won't feel anything except a nice gentle warmth. It's slow…but it isn't painful. And once his body is broken down to its core elements, all of it gets finely recycled. His carbon pieces will help seed new animal life, other vital elements within him will help add to the flora of new planets." She intoned.

But then her eyes bulged wide. "…hold on." Her eyes narrowed. "Someone's trying to give me something I've specifically told them NOT! To give me!" She hissed angrily as Dib looked up into her face, seeing pure, raw fury race across her face as her frame stiffened up.

As a living galaxy, the Huntress, aka Nee Buh Loh, had a kind of faint awareness of all of the planets within her, but she had especially strong awareness of particular planets and points upon those planets…for many chose to worship her as a goddess.

Now, when she was younger all of that had been really flattering. She'd liked how they'd thrown parades in her honor. They'd made up songs for her, dances, and offered up an inordinate amount of money and jewelry and all kinds of fancy things, and it wasn't too difficult for her to manifest within those planets as an avatar of herself, to indulge and thank the people making such offerings. After all, when you were young, the idea of being treated like royalty was really enticing. Who wouldn't want thousands if not millions of people saying they loved you, desperate for you to just blow them a kiss? To hold their hands? Screaming with glee because you hugged them or said they were cute?

Then…came the sacrifices. They would ask the Huntress to do things like bless their crops, or make sure their women were fertile or that their armies would win wars or a host of other things. Now, at first, the sacrifices were just really nice trinkets, and the occasional delicious big and juicy animal, or some especially well-cooked dishes. Banquets would be laid out for her to enjoy and why wouldn't she partake? But…

Well…then they started to offer up people.

The Huntress had been a little bothered at first. After all, she preferred to have to hunt her prey. It was in her people's name! They were the Hunting Party! It wasn't challenging or rewarding or fun or fair if you weren't hunting your prey, if they were just tied up and served like a helpless roast bird on a plate, well…that wasn't a challenge at all, and frankly, it could get creepy. But she'd taken the offerings because the planets had insisted that they wanted to offer themselves up in the name of ensuring a wonderful harvest, or that their father would be cured of some disease, or that their child would come home safely from a recent war effort. Now, naturally, she'd do what she could to help them but-

Then…then they started offering children. And now another planet had done it again. The Huntress was pissed. Really…damn pissed. She focused intensely upon the planet, and in an instant, her avatar, her stand-in, was there in front of an enormous, pearly temple. The skies were heavily clouded over with dark orange clouds, obscuring the faintly pinkish skies as she glared angrily down at the pale, peach-marble-skinned people before her. They wore soft silken white robes over their frames, and the obvious priests had clear jewelry on display but what she noticed most of all was quite a few babies and a couple toddlers holding said babies were there. They looked up in a mixture of awe and fear, their cyan eyes widening at the sight of the Huntress as she looked upon the head priest, who wore a circlet over his head.

"I told you." She angrily murmured, her pink eyes narrowing. "I. Told. You. No children. No sacrificing children to me. I warned you what I'd do to you if you tried that because your crops were dying or you wanted an edge over your enemies, or if you wanted more fertility in your loins!" She hissed as she advanced on them like a spitting cat, cracking her knuckles before the priest held a hand up.

"They have NOWHERE to go after the plague."

She stopped in place and stiffened. The Huntress looked from him…to the children…then back.

"…what plague?" She asked softly.

"A plague hit our city. In fact, it swept its ravages through our whole planet. We've lost millions. There's orphans left and right who have nowhere to go, their entire families are simply gone. And we can't care for them…we're still burying our dead and trying to find out which of our crops are safe to harvest." The priest added. "We don't know how much of our food is infected and these children will starve with nobody to care for them. You're the only option we could think of."

The Huntress angrily kicked at the ground. "Fuck!" She screamed out. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" She held her head, taking in deep, long, rattling breaths, her body shaking. She gripped her skull with her claws, almost drawing blood, realizing how horrible a situation all of this was. These backward hicks didn't have spaceships yet…they couldn't just take the children off-planet. So they were dumping these unfortunate souls on HER in the hopes that she'd take them off their hands.

And she couldn't just leave them here either. It'd be wrong when there was a plague going on. She had to do something.

"…f-fine." She mumbled. "Fine. I'll take them." She murmured as she turned around and knelt by the nearest toddler who was holding a baby girl in his arms. "What's your name, kiddo?"

"…Pai."

"Pai. And who've you got there?" She gently poked the little head of the baby, careful not to hurt it.

"Jin." He said. "It's short for "Jinisui", like my name's short for "Paishui"."

"Aww! Those are pretty names." The Huntress crooned as she caressed the child's head. "Listen sweetie. I want you and the others to line up, alright?" She asked. "I'm going to very gently swallow each of you up, and tuck you in my tummy, where you can get all nice and cozy and enjoy a good night's sleep. I'm going to be your new home, okay?" She comfortingly cooed. "At least until your old home isn't sick anymore. There's a really nasty disease going around and I want nice little kids like you to be safe and out of the way." She reasoned. "Sound good?"

The children all looked at one another and then gently nodded, their faces a mixture of worry, yet also seeking comfort. They WANTED to believe she cared for them and the Huntress was comforted by the longing in their eyes. Gently, she opened up her maw as she eased little Pai and Jin inside. She very tenderly tickled at their flesh with her tongue, before slowly swallowing, trying to be careful as possible to ensure they didn't bounce up against her sharp fangs in her jaws, or slam their heads up against the inside of her mouth.

GULLLGH-UUULP. Down they went, making a most distinct bulge in her throat that she felt over, sighing softly. "Okay, little ones…next?"

Dib, meanwhile…had come to a realization as Gaz sat next to him while sipping on a soda. She looked from the Huntress to him as a big smirk spread over her face.

"You realize that we can now make anyone we feel like just…disappear, right?" She asked.

Dib felt something tickle at his insides. It felt like a rush of wind, a mixture of both uncomfortable squirming and yet…delight. Like the sort of feeling you got when you knew you were sitting on a juicy secret that you could so EASILY divulge for maximum profit. Like knowing you had something really valuable in your pocket and you couldn't WAIT to show it off and brag to your friends! Dib…was being eaten up by a mix of prideful delight and mischievous desire…to finally, at long, long last…

Get even with the people who'd treated him like crap for SO long.

And Torque was just going to be the start.

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…the next day, Dib and Gaz sat down with the Huntress as their father nervously clung to the doorway nearby, hiding behind the kitchen door, eyes bulging out a little behind his goggles. He was still not willing to get within five feet of her as Dib scratched out a name or two on a small list, Gaz sighing.

"No. We are NOT going after Keef. He's too stupid for it to be fun, and after Zim removed his eyeballs that one time, I feel too bad doing anything else to him!" Dib protested.

"Fine. But we have to get rid of Ms. Bitters." Gaz insisted. "Let there be joy to the world that teacher's dead. We'll barbeque her heaaaad!" Gaz dramatically sang out, holding a hand up in the air. "Heck we can even make her killing brief. Oh happy dagger, here is thy sheathe!" she added with a smirk as she pulled out a VERY impressive Davy Crockett-style dagger that she'd been apparently hiding on a strap clasped to her leg.

"Now THAT'S a knife." Dib remarked, looking down at it with an expression that made it clear…HE was clearly impressed. "Also explains why you don't like to bend your knees much. Doesn't it get uncomfortable hiding secret giant knives on your legs?"

"Yes, but you never know when you need a knife." Gaz added…before she then stabbed a bee that had swept into the room through an open window. Dib gulped a bit at this as Gaz then wrote another name. "And then we come to the janitor. Now, I can't definitely prove it, but I'm 90% sure that guy, Nny, is the one who drilled a hole in the girl's locker room. And if not, she should get rid of him anyway because he keeps asking me if I wanna see his closet, and I can always smell blood coming from it. It's freakin' creepy."

"…well…" Dib hesitated but then shrugged. "Okay, yeah, sure. I guess it's fine, that "Nny" guy did hit me over the head a bunch of times with his mop when Zim shoved me into that bucket and I spilled his stuff all over the floor." He muttered with an angry glowering look. "He wouldn't even listen to me when I tried to say it was Zim's fault…"

"Okay!" Gaz handed the Huntress "The List" as she, meanwhile, looked up from the breakfast plate she had in front of her. She'd been enjoying a nice bunch of bacon and eggs, over-easy, with a fine mamosa for breakfast…while sitting on Zim, who had a fat ball gag stuffed in his mouth, was hog-tied up, and was currently missing one eye, with a "Magic Eight Ball" stuffed in to replace it.

It had been quite a satisfying catch. Dib had been true to his word…he'd given the Huntress what she wanted, and she'd sniffed Zim out. Dib had waited patiently outside of what had been an abandoned mill, humming nonchalantly as the Huntress said she'd be back in three minutes.

It only took two. Zim was shrieking to high heaven as the Huntress did…THINGS…to him. Crows fluttered through the air, taking to the skies and yelling almost as loudly. Zim was yelling at such a high pitch only DOGS could have heard him. Satisfying cracking noises pierced the night as Dib munched nonchalantly on a bag of popcorn. And then…

KRAA-SHRRAAASCHHH-KSSSHHH! Zim's near—broken body had been launched out of the window. Partially, anyway. One eyeball had been ripped out and was hanging low, wobbling to and fro, and the Huntress had begun, in fact, to tie his anntannae in a bow. He was yelling horribly, squealing, gloved hands reaching out at Dib. "Dib! For the love of all things holy, HELP ME!" He piteously wailed as the Huntress put her taloned foot on the crook of Zim's back…and pressed down, pressing HIM into the window sill. He yelled in horror and pain as his back broke!...again.

"Woop. There is goes. That's…what? The third time I've snapped a back bone? I wonder how many more I can do before your body is just…well...like jelly, with your bones all bouncing around inside, ground into a nice powder?"

"Wait up." Dib finally called out as the Huntress looked down. "…if you just do that NOW, it's no fun. He should live way longer so you can have fun with him EVERY DAY. For at least as long as he tricked you into thinking your brother was here so…I'm thinking what? A month? Two?"

"You're a smart kid! That must be why your forehead's so big!"

"My head's not-wait. FOREHEAD?" He tilted his head slightly as the Huntress smiled at him.

"Yeah, your head's a normal size but you got a REAL big forehead." She chuckled. "Like your dad does. It's such a charming brow. So charming, I could kiss it." She playfully said, blowing him a kiss…as Dib blushed a little at this compliment.

"Oh, uh…thanks." He said softly. "Nobody's ever said that about me before." He admitted as the Huntress picked Zim up and launched herself out of the window to land by Dib. "Guess we should head back to my place!"

So that was how she'd finally caught Zim. The unfortunate Irken was now being used as a chair, a bookshelf, a paperweight, anything they could think of. Tonight the Huntress had offered, once she'd taken care of a few names on "The List", to teach Dib and Gaz how to use a bow and arrow…and Zim could be the target. Of course, they wouldn't use VERY sharp arrows…didn't want him dying, after all. Not yet. But personally Dib didn't mind if Zim ended up looking like "Boromir" did at the end of Fellowship of the Ring, he kept thinking up ways he wanted to torment Zim for all the many, many years of being a giant alien pain in his ass!

"I'll go after this Ms. Bitters first." The Huntress told Gaz and Dib as she took hold of the list then pushed it between her chest. It vanished easily as if sliding into water, as she nodded firmly and tied Zim to the chair she'd been sitting in. "I got a look at her when I passed by your school several times trying to find Zim and other prey. She was unpleasantly old and nasty-looking, so I'd rather eat her up quickly and get the more disgusting-looking meals done with first." She commented.

"Oooh, I wanna watch." Gaz insisted with a big grin.

"Just make sure nobody sees you around her." Dib insisted. "We don't want people knowing we can control her, we'd be screwed." He added. "We can pin all of these particular disappearances on Zim once the list is done and nobody will be any wiser."

The Huntress turned to wink at Professor Membrane as he "eeped" and bolted to the basement, Gaz following after the Huntress as she couldn't help but look at her smooth skin. The Huntress stopped as she reached for the doorknob, turning to smile at Gaz.

"Tonight, I'll teach you way more than how to shoot a bow, if you're up for it." The Huntress offered, leaning down and giving Gaz a cute little light kiss on the lips. Gaz quivered a bit, the soft, faintly cool texture of the lips pressing into her own as the Huntress then gave Gaz a playful tickle of her cheek with her blue tongue. "I appreciate beauty and a fine body across the board." She crooned. "And you ain't so bad to look at…not at all…"

With that, she left the house, a mighty jump making her bound off through the air as Zim furiously and angrily squirmed. Dib, meanwhile, picked the chair up, and began to bring it to the basement door.

"Now, we gotta keep you alive for this, but I think a good way to cheer my dad up would be to do a nice biopsy of you. Real father/son bonding." Dib suggested to Zim. "In fact, what do you say to the idea of seeing your organs…ON THE OUTSIDE?!" He proclaimed dramatically.

"I hate you so much right now." Zim spat out despite the fact he was missing half his teeth.

"Oh, Dib, I don't believe I've ever been as proud of you as I am now." Gaz, in turn, sighed wistfully as Dib nonchalantly pushed Zim down the steps and then merrily descended. Zim, meanwhile, said some very nasty Irken swears involving things Zim wished Dib would do to his mother, the largest couch in the galaxy on Vort, and finally, a gigantic women's pleasure tool that was, in fact, the size of a canoe. Gaz, in turn, got her smartphone out. She simply HAD to take some photos and video of all this.

"I missed this." Dib said as his father "heh-hemed" and held out his gloved hand.

"So did I. So glad we can connect over some REAL SCIENCE. Scalpel, son?"

Dib cheerily reached into his jacket. His dad, wisely, decided not to ask why Dib was keeping it there as Gaz's phone snapped more and more pictures.

"This is for me…and this is for the Internet! Heh-heh-heh-heh-heh..." She guffawed darkly.