One of the tallest of Irkens, Tallest Miyuki, strolled down the hall of her ship. Her skirt, just past her ringed cyborg middle, down to the floor, covering her whole body, while her green face and sapphire eyes soared high above all the much shorter Invaders as she strolled past. Her antenna-like hair swayed gently she moved, and she moved swiftly.
 
 
An order had just been filled, and as quickly as she could she was to report upon the capture. Tiny Irkens almost had to jump out of the way as she dashed through the halls. Not only was this an important time for her species, but also she was eager to see what the capture team had found. They seemed very excited about their findings, and she could always count on them to peak her interest.
 
 
She slid to a halt at the door, and with a swipe of her hand it flew open. Standing there eagerly was a small Irken, who handed her a digi-pad and then scuttered off into another room. She moved further in, reading about these life forms taken from a distance planet. They were small and squishy, had lots of hair, and seemed very primitive. Especially the ones captured by the team. The most advanced were capable of speech, and spoke in backwards riddles that the team couldn't understand.
 
 
She turned the corner, lowering the device, and looked at the small room filled with fleshy, multi-colored Irkenoids. They ranged in size, shape, color, hairstyle - even their behavior was distinguishable from one another. The smallest ones all had one natural instinct, however, and it was to cry loudly. The largest, and as Miyuki guessed, most in charge, did their best to calm the crying ones.
 
 
They were the tallest of the aliens, and so, held authority, Miyuki thought to herself.
 
 
She approached them, still much shorter than her, and bent down to eye them. They seemed weirded out, but all in all unfazed, bravely ignoring her and tending to the small ones.
 
 
“Do you know who I am?” She asked them, frowning.
 
 
One of them scoffed, rolling their eyes. The other shook their head. “No, we don't. Are you the adult around here? Why is everyone dressed like aliens, what's going on?”
 
 
Tallest Miyuki appreciated the respect, yet was also confused as to why the aliens didn't know what was going on. “You have been abducted. We are the Irken species. What species do you hail?” She spoke loud and clear.
 
 
“Humans, you dumb alien freak.” The other said.
 
 
The first chuckled nervously. “Uh, he means well I'm sure. We're humans. My name is Jennifer, you can call me Jen, and that's…”
 
 
“Alex. When are we getting home? I have a soccer game to get to.” He had got a couple of the small ones to be quiet.
 
 
Miyuki was beginning to get annoyed by this ‘humans’ insolence. “I do not believe you understand your position. You are now all slaves. You will do as your Irken Master's say. To disobey means death.”
 
 
The annoying one laughed. “You abducted a bunch of kids and babies to do backbreaking slave work? You aliens really are dumb.”
 
 
Miyuki growled in anger, but Jen caught her attention. “I don't want to be rude, but he is right. I don't think any of us would be able to help you. The babies are only a few months old, and even the two year olds wouldn't be of much use. I don't claim to be strong either.”
 
 
Tallest Miyuki would have a talk with her research team. In the meantime, her stomach was growling. “Perhaps you have another use then. Take off those rags you're wearing.”
 
 
Jen did as she was told, but the brat didn't. “Why would I take off my clothes, freak?”
 
 
Miyuki raised her hand, and several mechanical arms flew down from above. They stripped the boy and held him up in the air. Miyuki was intrigued by the odd dangly thing between his legs, but decided she would just get a better subject and inspect it on them. Preferably a subject that is more submissive. So, the matter squared away in her mental notes, she opened her mouth and took the boys head into it, her sharp teeth making their way over his scalp and her tongue sliding along his cheek. He began protesting for only a second before she silenced him with her slimy maw, muffling his screams of disgust with her flesh. She didn’t want to admit that the brat tasted so good, but her shaking legs and blush betrayed her tall and statuesque figure.
 
 
She couldn’t help but admire his slightly sour aroma, mixed with an inexplicable tenderness and lightly earthen taste. She moaned, quite out of character for such a well respected Irken, and swallowed him into her throat, making a large bump in her throat. It only sunk deeper and deeper as she sucked him down like a succulent, juicy (placed here is an Irken dish of extreme quality and rarity, but unfortunately is unable to be understood by human eyes or ears, and can only be imagined as some sort of space duck.)
 
 
Tallest Miyuki groaned loudly pulling the boys toes into her mouth and licking where lips ought to be, closing her mouth and taking one last swallow and feeling him settle in her stomach. Well, settle might not be the right word… more like forcibly reside in. He squirmed, pushing out on her… skin.
 
 
“Y-you ate him. Why..? How..?” The young girl asked, falling to her butt. Miuki couldn’t stop herself from bending down and opening her mouth, sliding the girls feet into her mouth. She couldn’t get enough of the girls supple skin, grabbing her tight ass and tugging her up into the air. The whimpers went unheeded as Miyuki swallowed her with haste and lust. She didn’t last longer than a blissful minute, and the alien relished every moment. Mmm… relish.
 
 
She shook her head. Despite these creatures being made of meat, they didn’t have the savory taste for relish (which just so happens is a universal pickle dish, used on many meat-based foods yet no one is sure why) and Miyuki thought perhaps more of a sweet sauce would work.
 
 
She called down a mechanical tentacle, aiming the nozzle on two of the smaller ‘humans.’ They giggled as they were covered in the sticky pink sauce, and Miyuki twinged for a moment, sort of reluctant to continue with this. She felt guilty, the innocent creatures had no idea the fate that would befall them.
 
 
Then again, Miyuki was part of a species of space-warmongers that had a boner for colonizing and vaporizing planets, so she did her best to let her guilt take a back seat and her self-indulgence have a turn at the wheel.
 
 
She opened her mouth, moaning at the sweet scent wafting up from the children. She lifted up the first one and tucked it into her mouth, shuddering as the sickly taste traveled along her tongue and down her throat. She swallowed it’s head, quickly followed by it’s fat torso and stubby legs until the baby had sunk all the way into her stomach with the older kids. She almost cried the taste was so good, and couldn’t wait to move to the next, sucking it down with gusto.
 
 
She moaned as it started squirming in her mouth, drool on her green skin. It sparkled with the pink sauce, and she couldn’t help but run her tongue and lick it back up, swallowing the baby. She placed her hands on her bulging stomach, squirming with prey. These humans were so delicious, there was no way she would let some other Irken slime get the chance to eat one. She had to… She had to eat all of them.
 
 
But there was no way! There were nearly 4 of them left and she was already stuffed! How could she keep this to herself… Of course. She just had to send them back, make sure the longest and most boring report was made about it, and she would never have to tell anyone about it. She could just go to the planet whenever she wanted and pick up dessert.
 
 
Miyuki gave herself a proud grin, showing off her sharp teeth, and set about her plan. She had the scientists swear to secrecy, wrote a dreadfully long and boring paper on the matter that made humans seem entirely backwater, weak, and useless, and then putting the humans on a pod and sending them back to their planet to be picked up in a field or something.
 
 
Not before giving two of them her own genes, splicing it into their dna and making sure her pure Irken blood ran through their veins, so one day she could claim them. She for some reason felt a certain attachment to humans, like they were small, helpless animals.
 
 
Miyuki felt good, finally having a secret she could lord over the high council with, to herself of course. She strode through the halls, head held high, and had just enough time to hear someone shout ‘Put that down, Zim!’ before being vaporized.