Hopefully, its enjoyable. Though it may be disturbing.

I dont own Invader Zim.

"What just happened!", Zim yelled. The elevator of his base had stopped during an earthquake, and a faint sound of an explosion sounded like it came from inside the underground level's.

"Sir, the planet's quaking had damaged the base's internal power cell's. It may take awhile for the power toooooooo-" said Computer before his voiced had dissapeared after a power outage. Zim became outraged after discovering he's trapped in the elevator untill the power comes back. But more importantly, Gir is in the same small space with him, with a stupid smile on its face.

"Time for some waffle's!", Gir said, after a couple of waffle's were launched from his head and onto the ground. Zim only stared and decided to sit down against the wall. Zim always had wondered about Gir's behaviour. It's strange that a Sir unit has a personality, eats the strangest types of food, and have the inteligence of a mentally reta-, uh challenged seven year old.

"Gir! While I wait for the power to come back online, I will rest here in silence," Zim said. "So no loud noises, and dont bother me." He propped his knees up toward his chest and leaned his head against the wall behind him. He closed his eyes.

Gir's eyes turned red and he salluted, "Yes Sir!", untill his eyes turned teal blue. He lifted up his foot and maple syrup leaked onto his waffles, smilling as he did so. He giggled as he stacked more waffles on top of each other while pouring maple syrup onto each waffle.

After he was done, he ate each waffle whole, with the sound of disgusting chewing noises. Zim tried to ignore the sound, but wanted to scold Gir for his eating habits. But he knew that if he tried, Gir would only continue, defeating the purpose of even talking to him.

Gir continued to consume his waffles, untill he was finished eating, which led to him smilling at Zim, as if waiting for a response. Gir frowned as he heard faint snoring coming from Zim's mouth. Gir then looked at his own torso, scowling as his appitite was not satisfied. He ate everything that was edible, (that was stored in his body) and frowned some more on what he should do.

He turned his head at Zim when he heard movement, and saw Zim sliding of to the side of the wall and onto the floor. Zim, in his sleep, tried to get comfortable on the floor, laying down on his side, facing Gir. The Sir unit stared untill he heard Zim giggling faintly, curiousity growing inside Gir. He continued to stare untill he hears Zim moan, and noticed movement in a peculiar location.

More specifically, Zim's pants.

***Obvious Lemon Alert***

He noticed a bulge growing, which continued to grow untill it seemed restricted to do so. Zim frowned in his sleep, apparently uncomfortable between the legs. He let out a silent Irken curse, then lay still, with a frown. Gir had walked over untill he reached Zim. He stared curiously at the bulge formed in Zim's pants, more so when a transparent liqiud was visible at the tip of the bulge.

Gir had then pulled Zim's pants down to inspect the strange anomaly, hearing Zim sigh after Gir grabbed the appendage. To Gir, it looked like a lipstick red, 9-inch sausage with a hole at the tip, and two red orbs on the "sauseges" base. Gir thought carefully, then thought it looked like the appendage that dogs have between their hind legs, only Zim's looked as smooth as plastic, and was symmetrical.

Gir had no knowledge on what the purpose of the appendage was. Perhaps it was an organ of some sort? He placed his hand on the tip, noticing that a liquid was coming out the tip at the same time that Zim sighed or moaned. He placed his hand on the "orbs", hearing another reaction from Zim. He squeezed the "orbs" with his little hands, getting another pleasant sount from Zim. The orbs were firm, yet a little soft, and were smooth and warm. His other hand squeezed the tip, recoiling when a tiny bit of liquid landed on his face.

He squeezed the tip again, sliding down the shaft with the same amount of pressure, all the way untill his hands met the "orbs". Zim moaned louder and excreeted more transparent liquid from the tip. Gir came to the conclusion that, the more you squeeze on the shaft and how Zim enjoys the touch and pressure, the more liquid that Zim's appendage leaks out. Gir looked at the liquid that pooled on the floor, bending down and licking the juice that came from Zim's shaft. Gir smilled, and licked more of the juice, apparently enjoying the taste. When the floor was deemed dry for Gir, he faced Zim's shaft, grabbed it with both hands, squeezed downwards and placed his mouth on it.

Zim moaned louder, enjoying the feeling of someone fondling his privates in his sleep. The roof of Gir's mouth have been covered with a thick layer of food that he has neglected to clean out, and his metal lips have been covered by an extremely thick coating of syrup that he practically guzzled down when he was eating his waffles. That and the combination of Gir's hands covered with the same thick syrup squeezing down on Zim's shaft and Gir's metallic tounge covered with both syrup and various food must have been extreemly pleasurable for Zim, as he kept moaning and sqirming under Gir's hand and mouth.

Gir continued to squeeze, fondle, lick and suck Zim's shaft at a feverish pace, as if desperate to have a taste of Zim's juice. Zim began to pant heavily, sqirming even moreso under Gir's possesive grip. Finaly, Zim sighed as he released into Gir's mouth, who was happy to drink the contents that came from Zim. Gir released Zim's member, which began to increase in width and length, growing to a full 12-inches. The "orbs" had swollen to be four inces thick in diameter.

Gir wanted more of Zim's juice, but then noticed that the floor was once again covered with it. Gir tried to stand, but slipped onto his back as the floor became slippery. Gir understood that Zim's juice is enjoyable and is slippery, but he wondered what else it can be used for. Then he got the idea that its a flavored lubricant of some sort, remembering that the rear exhaust port of his body no longer functioned due to blockage. Of what, he is not sure.

Gir had hatched an idea. He scooped up the Zim juice from the floor, stood on his head, and began to pour it down the exhaust port. He stood back on his feet to try an expell the blockage, but nothing came out. He thought something should be able to reach it, then looked nack at Zim's member. It was still hard, long enough to possibly push the object out from his exhaust port, and that it wasn't to wide to fit inside him.

He hatched another idea. He put more Zim juice in his exhaust port, pushed Zim's back as gently as possible, and put Zim's member inside. Gir screamed as the object that blocked the exhaust port scrapped his inside into somewhere else in his body. Zim had been awoken from Gir's scream, still under his dreams illusion, seeing what he thought was his long dead lover from his home planet several years ago, sitting on his member, inserted into her "back entrance". Obviously its Gir, but Zim is still under a sort of dream, only half of being half-awake.

So bassically he's a quater awake, if that makes sence.

Zim still felt the pressure on his member, still stuck in his dream world, wispering to the side of Gir's head, "Its my turn to pleasure you," unaware he said that to Gir. He placed his hands around Gir's body, startling Gir, and slid in and out of the poor little Sir unit. Gir felt the sharp object that had once blocked the exhaust port hitting other components in his body, painfully.

Zim continued to slide in and out of Gir, moaning in pleasure, while Gir would sqirm when the sharp object hit something within him. Zim began moving at a feverish pace, hurting Gir's insides every time the other object hit Gir's internal components. Gir turned around to try to get Zim to stop, but Zim graved the back of Gir's head to kiss him, still under his sleeping spell. Then finaly, Zim released into Gir's exhaust port, spewing large quantities of juice into Gir that went through Gir's exhaust port and into Gir's mouth, which had leaked into Zim's mouth. Gir closed his mouth after Zim broke the kiss, trying to keep the rest of Zim's juice in as he still remembers the taste. Zim had collapsed on his side, bringing down Gir with him.

Gir pulled himself off of Zim's member, hearing Zim wisper, "I love you, Ann." Gir placed his own hand in his mouth, careful not to let the juice in his mouth spill, and stood on his head. Gir's eyes had widened when he grabbed the offending obect and pulled it out. Then he sat back down, drank Zim's juice and looked at the crushed acorn in his hand. Gir remembered that he onced thought that the acorn was a giant popcorn seed, and attempted to eat before.

Gir smilled, as he realized that the source of his now favorite breverage came from Zim's shaft.

All he has to do next time is to wait for him to sleep. Gir then hatched a new plan for future reference.

Wow, hope I gain some readers because of this.