It hung there like a snake. Gaz hated to think of such a clichéd way to describe the sight she was looking at, but God damn if weren't too accurate. Also, in her lust-addled head of hers, she wasn't exactly in the right mood to describe any of her surroundings. She just wanted to gape at the… thing before her.
Zim cocked his head left, slanting the vision of the vivacious goth in his eyes. "Is… there a problem?" He asked with unusual tenderness. Gaz then shook herself from her gaze, and sucked the saliva hanging from her lip back into her dry mouth.
"N-n-no… no no, no problems here. No problems… whatsoever…" Gaz continued to stare at it. Zim frowned. "I think it worked too well, personally. I mean, look at it! I can't even put on pants!" He grasped it, bounced it a bit, then let it drop. The alien stumbled forward slightly, shocked at its weight. It swung side to side for a bit before falling still. Zim shrugged. "I compared it to pictures of human phalluses and it seemed to match all of them. It has the head, shaft, even testicles. But all of aspects of it are exponentially bigger than most phalluses. Will this even work properly?"
Gaz was still staring, totally lost in it. Zim sighed. "Hey, tits-for-brains, you listening?" This got her attention. "Excuse me?" Gaz barked at him, shocked at his language. "You heard me. Is this beast of a thing what you wanted? This gonna work properly?" Gaz marched right up to him and raised her hand, primed for a backhand, but was then stopped by three black claws around her pale throat. "Oh, no no no. Not this time. I'm gonna do the slapping around here," growled the alien. The goth's eyes went wide as Zim's handle on her windpipe tightened. She gasped for air, not in desperation, but in absolute bliss. She closed those ambers of her, taking it this moment of restraint, when a crisp slap flew across her face. As the stinging arose in her cheek and she forced herself to look at him, she found herself staring dead into a red hell, eyes of gleeful malice.
"What the hell are you gonna do to me…?" Gaz could only gasp out. Once she had finished her question, she felt a long, hard, throbbing something rise up between her thighs. She could feel only a portion of the length between her legs as rubbed up against her.
Zim's jagged grin met her own open mouth, his segmented tongue inviting itself in. She moaned and accepted it, playing faux defender to her newfound invader. The alien muscle began slithering down her throat, leaving splashes of electric saliva in its lustful wake. Gaz lost herself in it all, and moved her thighs up-down on Zim's green member. A low purr poured from Zim's throat, obviously feeling her heat against his new bodily addition.
Once the tongue play became dull, Gaz's mouth let go from Zim's. She gave no smirk nor smile, but instead a willingly open maw, drooling. He loosened his clutches and let her breathe. "How's that for a start?" He asked. Gaz's eyes rolled back into her skull in a daze, her head rolling around her shoulders loose and relaxed. When her face came back to his, she flashed that ol' devilish grin and grabbed the massive green muscle. Gaz throttled it, sending Zim into small fits of pleasure. Her elegant, thin hands caressed the beast, first slowly then progressively faster. She moved her leg so that she could behold it in all of its veined, meaty glory. She watched as a small amount of a white, thick substance leaked from its rock-hard tip. The throaty groans coming from Zim was enough to motivate Gaz, already throwing herself at the feet of her desires, to go one very big step farther.
She dropped to her knees, placing her face right before the mighty member. It drooled just as she did, hungrily and waiting for meat. She opened her mouth slowly at first, closed it slightly, then shot it open and nearly swallowed it whole (years of practicing with large dildos, you see). Zim almost went into shock as his member filled Gaz's mouth and throat to the absolute brim. After a few moments of getting used to breathing through only her nose, she slowly began to move her head back and forth, sucking up the green sex-meat inch by throbbing inch. Gaz started strong, with loud slurping and gagging noises vibrating on the veiny green skin. Zim, always such a stoic and emotionless creature, remained unmoved by this stimulus, but ohh'd and ahh'd with every slurp upon the member. Gaz's face turned hot red as she struggled for any smidgen of air. She felt faint, losing conscious as she sped up, trying to force swallow the beast whole. She slobbered on every inch, licked every vein, sucked the hard, solid head and massaged it with her tongue. She grabbed onto what she almost confused for baseballs and fondled 'em up, eventually causing Zim to grab the back of her head, and with a clump of purple hair in hand, slammed his member as far as he could, and once he felt the head pass opening of her throat, let out a low loud groan as he unleashed, what Gaz figured, was the most amount of alien semen that she had ever seen, let alone swallowed wholesale. Once the last of the stuff was pumped out into her, he slowly pulled out the member from her throat and mouth, letting the tip pop out of Gaz's mouth. But Zim seemed to pull out early, as once the (surprisingly still erect) member was not even an inch away, one last thick fat load burst from the sex muscle and splattered across her face. She tried to scrape it from her face, but it was sticky, refusing to let go. And when it finally did, it escaped to her massive breasts, where they continued to cascade and then drip to the cold floor in thick, creamy drops.
Gaz breathed heavily, swallowing whatever she could, trying to scoop it all into her mouth. Zim gathered his composure, grabbed a towel from under his bed, and offered it to her. The goth only pushed it away, hungrily going for all the seed she could scrape off of herself. "Throw it in a corner. Don't need it now." Zim shrugged and did as she said.
"Well? He started. "How was that?"
Gaz scrapped the last big handful of the semen and poured it into her mouth, down her throat. Once she had swallowed, she licked her hands clean, looked up at him and said, in one long breath, "that was the biggest cum shot I've ever seen holy fuck your cock is amazing goddamn."
Zim just smirked. It had been a while since he felt this… powerful.
Gaz's eyes went hazy, and she started clawing at her tits, drooling in the presence of Zim's great man-meat. "What do you desire now, master…?" Her voice was breathy, every word some heavy moan. She had not felt like this in… god, years? The barrier had not been broken, it had been decimated, destroyed. All human urges flowed in her, from her head to her toes and everywhere else. She wasn't Gaz the stone-faced bitch, Gaz the denier of emotion and sensation. No no, she wasn't that anymore.
Now, she was Gaz the motherfucking goddamn nymphomaniac-xenophile. And she was gonna wreck this poor little alien boy with the monster cock. She watched as it throb and bob before her, leaking with that alien seed she found herself craving bit by bit. She felt embarrassed. She felt dirty. She felt like a goddess of sexual violation and debauchery, who had ascended from some prison cell in hell, just to devour alien cock and ravish this sexual godsend from the stars.
She felt fucking great. Sexy, even.
Without warning or indication, she hugged the mammoth member with her tits and violently began masturbating it. Zim began breathing heavily, trying to contain himself, but Gaz had him exactly where she wanted him, as much as she hated to admit it. She kept at it, hypnotized by the large drops escaping the dark green tip. She grinned wide and evil-like, taking in the feeling of those big alien balls slapping against the bottom of her breasts. Zim was losing it, his eyes were now rolling slowly back into his head. She sped up with each down-stroke, and moaned with each up-stroke. "My god, you're so hard! Hard to believe you've had it for only a day and you've gotten the hang of it," she cooed as tiny spurts of cum came exploding out, the veins throbbing as it pumped out the thick droplets onto her breasts. Zim struggled to respond, prompting Gaz to say, "don't bother. You'll just ruin the mood. Just enjoy." Soon, another large load splattering flying out, covering her face and tits just like before. Gaz turned full scavenger as she went about trying to catch and save it all. *Zim watched in some morbid curiosity as the goth, on her knees before him, swallowed whole great handfuls of his seed. It was like watching a starved animal devour whatever meager meal it got its claws on.
Suddenly, Zim forced Gaz onto her back, the two falling in some haphazard synchronicity as they collided with the floor. Once she was on the floor and her breasts stopped bouncing, she looked up at the alien, with those hellish red eyes. She looked down between her breasts and saw Zim lining up between her legs.
Gaz closed her eyes, waiting to receive the monster prick, when-
"Hey, tits-for-brains, you listening?" Gaz shook her head. She looked around, finding herself still staring at Zim's new muscle. She was still clothed and not covered in semen, and Zim wasn't on top over of her preparing to give her the absolute thrashing she had been craving for this whole time. She had imagined all of it. Zim was just staring at her in confusion. She had spaced out on thoughts of absurd and ridiculous sexuality gone unchecked.
Her face went hot red.
Zim laughed. "Good to see you back on Earth. Now, you gonna tell me what to do with this?"
. . .
Dib walked in the door expecting to see Gaz sitting on the couch playing her Game Slave 2 or something. But instead, he was greeted with deafening silence. No clacking of buttons, no swearing at any LCD screen, no goddamn nothing. He sighed. It was another fend-for-himself night. He sauntered into the kitchen, swung open the fridge, rummaged around for some kind of nutrition. He found half a pizza pie and two untouched cans of Poop Cola. Dib took it all up to this room and began chowing down as he prepared himself for another long night of mundane transcript work.
As he walked into his room, he noticed that Gaz's door was open just a crack. But there was some kind of blue light flickering on and off. Now, Dib knew better, and there was a possibility that Gaz was in there doing… something, but Dib didn't hear any creaking of bedsprings, so he decided to take a chance and investigate.
He slowly opened the door and slid in. The room was littered with sex toys of varying sizes, from tiny pink torpedoes to large multi-coloured horse phalluses. He shuddered at the sight of them all. He looked around for the source of the light.
Eventually, he found Gaz's laptop and the tiny floppy disk burner it was connected to. Dib saw that the screen was flashing text of some kind. He squinted at it, trying to make the words. It was all too fast, the little blue text, but he caught some key words that made his heart stop.
Within that blue barrage, he saw words like "Irken," "physiological," and…
"reproductive."
Dib went cold, numb. Any light that once shone throughout even the darkest corners of his life was smashed to oblivion by a hammer of possibility. The possibility of Gaz doing it with Zim. Green hands caressing pale flesh. Sleeping with the enemy, his enemy. The world spun before him in a cruel humour as he struggled to find his footing, stumbling and even stepping on and tripping over giant dildos and the occasional stuffed animal. It felt like the darkness had finally broken loose and slithered into his once-tolerable existence. Dib fought with himself as he tried to find answers in the ever-changing wall of blue lit text. It flashed at him, mocking his inferior human processing, but Dib caught what he was looking for. A single line of code, a directory link, repeating sporadically:
"evidenceforSE/anatomicalreports/reproduction."
Son of a goddamn bitch. Gaz was stealing information from him. And he noticed that the archaic whirring was emanating from the disk burner. She was stealing information AND storing whatever she stole on floppy disks.
And then Dib put two and two together. Gaz was stealing all of the evidence, every single fucking morsel of information he had dug up on Zim, and giving it to him. Dib limped back to his room and collapsed onto his floor, writhing as disgusting thoughts of his sister being railed by his sworn enemy… by her own will.
With that, Dib vomited. A vile mess of Poop Cola and greasy cheese pizza half-digested and soaked in stomach acids exploded onto the floor as he slowly cried himself into a sleep restless and dark.
The last thing he saw, as his conscious self gave in to the darkness, was Zim's laughing, maniacal face.
. . .
Author's Note:
Welp, sorry this is late. Again. But at least I got a chapter out this week.
Some will be pissed with the cop-out. Too bad. If I wanna have some fun, I will, dammit.
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~iamcurrentlynothere
