The mining spaceship had to be landed manually. The shape of this 'planet' was so unusual that the autopilot could not be engaged. Instead, the pilot, who hadn't done this since his training, landed on the greasy, crispy layer that surrounded this enormous roasted chicken leg, touching down a bit hard because of the tumbling of the celestial birdpart body, and the twenty-kilometer-in-diameter craft sank about a third down into the spicy, roast-flavored mass.
"We should have landed on the cheesecake after all, it at least tumbled parallel to the crust," the navigator said.
"Maybe, but here we can pump the fat right off the surface without having to dry and refine it first," the captain said. "Okay, get the hoses out."
After a few hours, with the grease that had collected in the crevices around the 'Leaflet' due to the somewhat rough landing already half filling the storage tanks, the navigator brought something strange to the attention of the others on the bridge.
"Cap, this planet, which looks like a giant meatball filled with cheese..."
"Yes?"
"It's suddenly gone!"
"How - gone?"
"Just not there anymore. It had a brief red shift and now it's gone."
"It can't be."
"AAAh!" the navigator cried out as she looked back at her screen. The bone of the limb pointing in the direction of the vanished planet was grabbed by a huge hand. A tremendous jerk grabbed it, and hence the ship, pulling them in that very direction.
Then the face of a huge, black-haired woman with her face discolored purple because of the blue shift appeared before them, licking her lips as they sped toward her at a good part of the speed of light. Why the tremendous acceleration didn't tear the fowl leg or the ship apart would have been a mystery to her had she not been fully engaged in screaming her head off.
The 'Leaflet' stuck to the hundreds of kilometers long scrap of skin, which in turn stuck to the inside of the massive cheeks. The monstrous lips and gargantuan tongue moved, while from the maw came a tremendous roar that sent the ship into a violent convulsion. The universal translator could just barely make out this rumbling as speech. "Mmh, tastes like chicken!" resounded from the speaker, just before everything outside darkened again as the lips closed.
The crew didn't even feel it as their ship was crushed between their moon-sized teeth at supersonic speed.
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Looks like Suzanne found her next target... even if it wasn't suppose to be... not that anyone could blame the girl, if you hadn't had "actual food" in a few months you would rush towards it too.
The story was written by my friend https://aryion.com/g4/user/stratokummulus on Eka, and I couldn't be happier with it