Machine Dreams
A pleasant smile spreads across Zim's face as he flips the switch on his new creation.
It's hard drive spun violently and the cooling fans whirred as the robot lifts itself to stand up straight. Zim snickered, impressed with himself, the robot was very realistic looking - the stupid human wouldn't be able to tell the difference. This coupled with that ridiculous story, it was almost impossible that this plan would fail. It was a good thing Dib was gullible.
"I am a..GENIUS!" Zim cried out, hands rubbing together and magenta eyes shinning maliciously.
The honey-eyed imposter smiled.
"Alright, Dib-robot-thing! Time to unleash DOOM upon this pitiful planet!" Zim says, index finger up in the air and letting out a wicked cackle.
Zim turns his back to head over to the computer, ready to put his brilliant plan in motion, but felt a hand yank him back. Zim squeaked, feeling his back slam against Robot-Dib's metal body.
"Uh...what are you doing?" Zim asks, trying to remain calm but was about to break into hysterics. The robot turning against him was definitely not in the plan.
The doppelganger held Zim firmly at his sides while Zim squirmed around in a pathetic attempt to get free. The robot yanked Zim's antenna so it could bite down on it - Zim squawks out in pain, the other antenna sticking straight up in response.
"D-Dib.." Zim moans as the imposter nibbled on the antenna gently, but that isn't really Dib and Zim can't help but wish it was, maybe he wouldn't feel so ashamed if it were. "S-stop..." Zim pleads softly and the robot just decides to ignore this - his cold hands reaching down the elastic of Zim's pants.
Zim's face turns fuchsia, feeling something moist forming in between his shaky legs. Robot-Dib swiped his fingers against Zim's wet slit.
"N-Nevermind, t-take your t-time.." Zim stutters, sounding a little too eager and he shivers in delight when Robot-Dib presses his thumb against Zim's entrance.
Zim lets out a shaky moan when Robot-Dib's fingers finally plunge inside, he whimpers something in his native tongue, concealed laughter laced with every unfamiliar word. Robot-Dib thrusts his cold fingers in and out roughly and Zim can feel himself getting close, closer - Zim releases himself all over the metal doppelganger's fingers as he gasps out his orgasm.
Robot-Dib's mouth turns up into smirk, a job well done. Zim took a minute to wipe off the look of his face - eyes glazed over and tongue hanging out the side of his open mouth. His chest heaving in order to breathe more air.
"G-Good boy..." Zim says breathlessly and the robot finally lets him go now that his master looks satisfied.
Zim's cheeks are tinged a soft pink as he shifts his legs, feeling a little embarrassed, his eyes screaming that what just happened wasn't planned.
But it was, how else would Robot-Dib had known what to do?