Incororating Life
Epic Five
Written by Cartman's Girl and Invader Poe

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Chapter 5

Good month later, Saturday Night of the Prom...

The Hi Skool was spiffied up for the prom, and it was already pretty much 'happening' by the time Enid and Zib arrived. Enid was in some smooth 'n silky black dress which just had one strap while Zib was in a tuxedo. Both clothing made by Beka, so they didn't worry about them not fitting. Say the least Enid didn't look comfortable in a dress at all. Zib didn't look very comfortable either, fiddling with the magenta bow tie he had with his free hand, the other arm hooked around Enid's elbow. A few people looked surprised to see him, recognizing him maybe, but most paid no attention. He glanced around as they entered the actual epicenter of the prom, probably the gymnasium by day, looking somewhat nervous around all the humans.

"Okay... heel toe, heel toe..." Enid muttered to herself, as she walked revealing she was wearing black high heels with her dress. "Stupid shoes." she grunted as she went.

"Hey, at least you don't have to wear a noose.." He stopped playing with his tie, lest he tighten it anymore and cut off his circulation. Some music was already playing, some popular rock song or some such, "Maybe we should sit it out by the food table until we get use to these infernal outfits.."

"Good thinking.." she muttered, soon enough the two were sat at a table. As they did, Enid took one shoe off and rubbed her aching feet. "I can't believe these were the only ones that went with the dress... I could kill a fashion designer." Zib leaned against a table, which was a bit too high for him, naturally, but he'd gotten accustomed to his midget-ness. His antennae perked as he detected some punch nearby, and managed to retrieve two styrofoam cups, ladling some punch in, and offered a glass to Enid.

"Want some? It looks to be almost gone.." He set the ladle back into the nearly empty bowl.

"Sure." she took the cup from him. "Good thing we made it on time, what with your time schedual getting longer." Enid said as she took a small sip of the drink.

"Yeah.. oh well, at least it pays better." He took a sip, looking somewhat disgruntled, "Next they'll want me to work weekends.. hey." He smacked his lips a bit and glanced down at the glass, "Does this taste.. funny to you?"

"I dunno, does it?" she sipped again, and since she'd always taken big gulps ever since she was little, the cup was already empty. She licked her lips with her long tongue, looking thoughtful. "Hrmm.." He remembered Irkens didn't seem to have as an accute sense of taste as humans, or at least his half-human side, and shrugged it off.

"Maybe it's just a strange flavour.." He took another sip, watching the students dance, not taking notice that some of them seemed a bit, well, drunk. Enid, due to the fact being 100% Irken, the alcholoic substance worked quicker through her system then Zib's and any other human in the room. She smiled suddenly, leaning on the table, resting her head on one of her hands.

"Ohh... you worry too much..." she said, sounding somewhat slurred now.

"I guess I should relax. It's been a while since I've been around so many adolecent.. thingees, though." He scowled at the room over the rim of his glasses, finishing his drink and taking a stretch, and he did indeed look a bit more relaxed, though that was probably the alchohol taking effect. His antennae perked as the pace of the song took on a slower tune, probably some mushy love song now, and he glanced over at En, debating internally about whether to ask her for a dance or not. Enid had now run her finger along the insides of the cup, then licked her finger then began sucking on it. Heck she must have liked the drink, or her drunkeness had hit high gear.

"Mmm." she mumbled into her finger, then she raised her eyes to Zib and grinned at him, in dare say a sultry way. "Hey handsome, wanna dance?" she giggled slightly after asking, for no real reason. Zib blinked a bit at her display, and then again at her request,

"Well.. sure." He grinned broadly and took her hand, wandering out into the dance floor. "I can't really dance, but.. who cares?"

"Hah, seems most here can't anyway..." she said, slinging one arm around his shoulders and taking his hand with her other hand. "Not that I care." she grinned. Zib nearly.. giggled as he turned to face her, looking up at her as the music swung into full gear, and he smiled warmly, making a feeble attempt at leading the dance, but, well, he just wasn't the leader in this relatioship was he? Enid smiled broadly as she leant her head against his forehead, not really caring about some looks the two were getting. What with Zib's height and all... course some guys would think he's the luckiest there since he's close to Enid's so called 'chest'. Zib closed his eyes and snuggled his head against the convient pillows, seeming inordinately relaxed, sighing happily. He had a large grin on his face as they attempted to slow-dance, though intoxication mixed with lack of knowledge made it more like syncronized stumbling. Enid then began stroking his long antennae as they dance/stumbled on the dance floor, drawing it between her knuckles and just toying with one after the other really. Zib arched his shoulders, his grin becoming a bit goofier as he undeniably giggled this time, the hand that was suppose to be set on Enid's side during the psuedo-waltz wandering a bit.. ah.. lower.

Feeling his hand wander lower brought a grin that was most similar to his spread over Enid's face, her hand still continuing it's slight manipulation of his antennae, now curling the end of it around her finger slowly. He shivered slightly, his intoxication making him too relaxed to do anything but kind of run his claws along her hip and lean against her. Enid then glanced around the room slightly, perking up as she saw a door which lead into the broom closet. She ran her tongue over her upper lip, then down at Zib. Then she grinned and actually picked him up and kissed him, and I must say it was more, uh, seductive then usual. Tongue included. Zib blinked lazily when he was picked up, opening his eyes slightly when he was given the tongue, before leaning into it. Dispite the fact he seemed relaxed, part of him was, ahem, not so much anymore. He was now actually being held up off the floor by one of Enid's arms, as she held the kiss with him entwining her segmented tongue with his - and she managed to make her way through the crowd of other humans and soon enough the two were out of sight of the other party goers. Zib didn't seem to notice, his mouth being somewhat occupied. He hooked one of his legs around her hip so long as he was being held up, needless to say bringing to light the fact he wasn't completely a rag doll.

The two, Enid obviously the one more in charge in this situation soon enough found themselves on the floor of the closet, Zib with his back to the floor. Instincts taking over and mixed in with the affect the drink had taken on both of them, you could already smell the hormones in the air as Enid, now somewhat sucking on Zib's bottom lip, began to pull the black slacks he wore down with a free hand. Zib sure as heck wasn't resisting, heck, he'd managed to slide the single strap of Enid's dress down over her shoulder, before rummaging around in her wig-hair to find her antennae, fiddling with the end with it and probably only encouraging her. Feeling him now fiddling with her antennae, her free hand which wasn't now pulling her dress up to her waist, paused from doing that to pull her wig off to free her long antennae. She then turned the sucky-lip thing into another full blown kiss again as her hands went up and began caressing both his antennae now.

Zib made a low, muffled groany sound, his glasses being pushed askew by the forceful kiss, he ran his fingers up and down the length of the antennae closest to his hand, while his other arm wrapped around her lower waist and tried to pull her closer. Enid leaned into him, and possibly onto him who could tell with the loose dress down around that area?

Yet meanwhile…

But right now, is a good time to leave these drunken duo alone as there is something just as important happening above, up in the Voot Cruiser. Since it's now their sleeping pan, the Voot Cruiser is now on Auto Pilot. Zim is asleep at the controls, and Cten and Poe are asleep as well. Cten still has the egg, obviously a slow hatcher still in her arms being warmed by Poe's black jacket. The egg started to twitch in Cten's arms, wriggling faintly, possibly enough to wake her up. Poe's antennae twitched in his sleep, and he opened one eye slowly, staring down at the egg blankly.

The sudden movement in her arms, Cten's eyes opened quickly and she looked down at it. She smiled slightly, turning the egg over some what. A crack appeared in the egg, followed by a small hand pushing away a piece of the shell. It started to rock back and forth a bit harder, apparantly impatient to get out. Cten sat up now, the egg nestled in her lap. She then stuck one of her claws into the small hole and managed to break away some of the shell to at least help a little.

The tiny hand grabbed onto the assisting claw, holding onto it with all the strength it could muster, before a leg managed to  break out of a lower section of the shell. The cracks in the egg compromised its structure, and soon a big chunk of shell fell away, and the tiny little smeet rolled out, covered in egg goop. Poe glanced away, staring out the window. Cten bit her lower lip in anticipation as she felt the tiny hand grab onto her claw, and as soon as the smeet had rolled out she moved the remaining shell pieces aside now holding the smeet in her hands.

"Hi there…" she said quietly holding the smeet up, "I'm your Mommy…" this was the first time Cten had actually witnessed an egg hatch, let alone her own so she was obviously moved even though she didn't note Poe's… lack of attention. The smeet looked up at her, blinking open his eyes to reveal them to be a bright orange. He tilted his head to the side, antennae slowly uncurling from the sides of his head, pulling away from the goop. Poe glanced back over at the hatchling, his upper lip twitching. She smiled brightly at her new smeet, then stroked one of his antennae with her finger gently.

"My little smeet..." she said gently. And yes, all while this happened Zim kept fast asleep. The smeet closed his eyes happily and leaned into the stroking, practically purring. He opened his eyes agan and looked over at the larger, dark-eyed Irken, who narrowed his eyes slightly, almost unconciously. The smeet lowered his antennae and clung to his Mom. Seeing this, Cten looked over at Poe with a surprised look. She held the smeet closer to her, Mother-instincts kicking in as she protected him, if you would call it that.

"Poe..." she said quietly yet almost warningly.

"What?" He blinked down at her, the expression gone, seeming genuinely unaware of the animosity he was displaying towards the hatchling. The smeet buried his face in his Mother's neck, peering up at Poe warily with one big orange eye.

"You... nevermind." she stroked the smeet's back, calming him down. "Shh, it's all right.." she said quietly to the hatchling, "I'm here." Poe glanced over at the pilot seat, reaching up and shaking it to wake up Zim.

"How far is it from Earth, Zim?" He asked, almost impatiently. The hatchling closed his eyes and curled up against Cten, his antennae drooping sleepily. Zim snorted awake, then rubbed his eyes then yawned widely.

"Uhh… a good… hm, three months Poe…" Zim rubbed his eyes. Cten put Poe's jacket onto the ground, pulling out from her pak some kind of blanket and wrapped the smeet up in it then continued to cradle him. Poe muttered under his breath and leaned back against the wall, retrieving his jacket and folding his arms. The smeet allowed himself to be wrapped up, tiny claws holding onto the blanket and staring up at Cten, and opened his mouth to make a quiet,

"Maaaah?" sound. Cten's antennae perked, and she nuzzled his head gently with her cheek.

"Yes honey... I'm Mah. And you are..." she looked him over for a minute, then smiled. "You're my Vist." Zim could sense the hostility from Poe, but at this point in time decided to keep quiet and try to fall asleep again. Vist seemed happy to be named, giggling and showing off that he, too, had somewhat pointy teeth. Poe sighed to himself and rested his chin in his palms, suddenly missing Enid, obviously not having any idea just what his dear innocent little girl was doing at that moment.

"My what sharp teeth you have..." Cten smiled at Vist, stroking his antennae. She then began to rock him and hum a soft tune, which soon enough put even Zim to sleep. Poor driver. Poe bristled when he heard that, unconsciously rubbing the scarring on his arm that the source of those pointy teeth had left on him. Vist closed his eyes and purred faintly, soon asleep as well. His Mother though kept awake, turning her gaze towards her mate who was still looking outside the window. She looked saddened by the fact he hadn't said anything but ask how soon they'd get back to Earth, so she reached out and touched his shoulder gently.

"Poe?" He flinched slightly when she touched him, having been lost in thought as he glared out the window. He looked over at her,

"Yes?"

"Tell me what's bothering you." she said simply, getting to the point.

"Nothing… just sick of being in this cramped ship." He said. Well, that's what he thought the problem was, at least.

"No, I sense hostility. Is it because I've given birth to another Irken's child, and your instincts is to rip his throat out?" being a Maid, Cten had been gathered with the Tallest when they'd discuss matters with Irken Scientists, and so forth. So she wasn't completely 'dumb' in that area. He blinked slightly when she hit the nail on the head, something even he hadn't been able to do, and looked somewhat defensive.

"Why would I have instincts to do that?"

"It's your nature of being a male with a mate." she said simply, rocking Vist who was starting to stir. Poe twitched slightly, curling and uncurling his claws.

"Maybe," he muttered, turning his glare down at the floor.

"That's why, I know you'll have a problem with Vist from now on." she said gently, stroking her new son's antennae gently. "But please don't block him out entierly, for my sake." Poe took a deep breath.

"I'll control myself… that's all I can promise."

"…thank you." Cten then looked down at Vist. "Would you at least hold him, only once at all?" Poe looked down at the smeet.

"Not right now." He said quietly. "I don't trust myself…" After he said that, Cten instinctivly held Vist closer without really even noticing.

"Oh... fine..."

"Maybe later." He lifted his head to look over at her, then away, "Sorry."

"No problem." she said quietly, before turning over slightly and closing her eyes. Poe sighed and hung his head when she turned away, cursing himself under his breath and already feeling a gap between them.

Meanwhile, back on Earth and a few hours later…

The sun began shining over the big town which Zib and Enid lived. The gym was empty and deserted, yet clean since the cleaners came in after the party. Into the broom closet we go and there still laid togther in a crumpled heap of clothes and body is Zim and Enid. And still locked together too, if you know what I mean. Zib started to stir, yawning quietly, quite comfortable with his, er, organic blanket, blinking his eyes open. They widened when he felt bare flesh against bare flesh, among other things, and he quickly pulled his arm away from Enid, groping around for his glasses.

"Oh slark, did we…" Enid made a groany noise at the movements underneath her, and her eyes slowly opened, seeing the body of Zib underneath her and feeling him against her, and more so. Her antennae stood on end as she sat up quickly, looking too shocked to say anything right now. He finally found his glasses, placing them on his face and seeing the full extent of the damage.

"Great…" he mumbled, his hangover starting to kick in. He groaned and dropped his head back down, holding his claws to his head, "We are so dead if Beka finds out…" Enid pulled herself off of him, pulling her black dress up over herself.

"…did we do what I think… we did…?" she mumbled more to herself, with a massive headache one does not wish to speak loudly.

"I'd say so…" he murmured, looking down at his pants-covered ankles and blushing. He sat up weakly, rubbing his neck - which would, in better light, reveal the rather large bite-mark-dash-hickey on it.

"Oh slark!" Enid screeched, pulling on her dress quickly. "This... this is awful...!!" Zib winced at the shriek, his antennae drooping,

"Not so loud…" he mumbled to himself, pulling on his slacks and boxers and his black overcoat, blinking at a few claw marks torn in the sleeves. "Good grief, En…"

"…I did that?" she squeaked, very much surprised at what her drunken self was capable of. True, ripping of sleeves is nothing compaired to what they did but still.

"Oh well… She'll find out one way or another.." He picked up his bow tie and draped the ribbon around his neck, too weary to try and tie it up.

"Yeah I mean… being out all night and returning home with ripped clothing… even Gir'd figure it out." Enid ran her hand over her face, making a sobbing sound. "Slark, if Daddy could see me now…" Zib frowned and managed to sit up fully, scooting over to her and wrapping his arms around her.

"Hey, it's alright." He nuzzled her cheek, "We didn't know the punch was spiked…"

"I know I know…" she whimpered slightly, leaning against him as her antennae drooped sadly. Zib stroked her antennea and cradled her head, the act having triggered his 'mate' instincts and making him more protective of her.

"I'm… um… sure he'd understand," he said, trying to comfort her but knowing what he said was ridiculous. Heck, if Poe was here right now he'd probably be a dead… er, hybrid.

"Oh come on Zib, you know how Daddy is, uh, was ahh… oh whatever! If he did know and he was here, we'd be in so much trouble right now, even Mom couldn't control him!"

"Well… he isn't." He hugged her shoulders, then looked upwards and sighed, "Can't imagine my Mom'd be too happy with me either…" Enid just hugged him back, burrying her face in his shoulder and holding onto him.

"I don't think it's how people react we should really be worrying about…" He said quietly, squeezing her and looking downwards.

"What…?" she asked quietly, still foggy in the head and not knowing what he meant. He couldn't bring himself to say it, so he ran a claw down her side and tapped her stomach, looking at her helplessly. Her eyes widened, realising what he meant.

"…oh no…"

"There's no point worrying about it right now." He held her head to his shoulder and stared at the door, "It's far too early to tell anything…"

"…I want to go home now." Enid said quietly. Zib nodded and stood up slowly, helping her up and handing her her wig. He peeked out through the slots in the door, seeing it abandoned, he opened it.

"That's if we're not locked in…"

"Then we'll break a window and get out." Enid mumbled, pulling her wig over her antennae. Luckily the wig wasn't tossled. Zib winced at the suggestion, but nodded anyway, holding her around the waist and leading her out of the room. They made their way across the gym, with some difficulty since it was all slippery and shiney, but they managed. They eventually came to the front doors of the skool, which were locked and chained, something Zib easily remedied with the laser-tip of one of his pod legs. The two eventually arrived home, luckily Beka was asleep and by the looks of her antennae bobby thing she'd had a rough night too. Enid stepped over the robot, pulling her wig off her antennae. He did likewise, relaxing slightly when they got home and pulling out his contacts.

"Now I guess…" He looked over at her, "We just wait…"

"No, now we continue our lives as if nothing happened." Enid replied simply.

"Nothing?" He blinked, looking a bit hurt.

"…okay, we made love. It happened." she ran a hand over one of her antennae slowly. "I… I still can't beleive it happened, that's all."

"Neither can I…" He sighed slightly, muttering, "I can't even remember it…"

"I remember a bit." she blushed deeply, sitting down on the sofa. "…lots of moaning from your part." He turned somewhat red himself, scratching his neck,

"Last thing I remember is you picking me up on the dance floor and taking me to that closet…"

"Egh, hormone hungry me." she muttered, hanging her head.

"Well, hey," he put his hand on her arm, "Circumstances and reprocussions aside… I can't say I minded it." He grinned slightly. She blinked, smiled slightly up at him.

"Yeah… we should do it while sober some time…"

"Oh, definately," He grinned a bit more broadly, arching his eyebrows at her and trying to make light of the situation. Enid giggled slightly, then kissed him on the mouth quickly.

"I love you Zib." That really made him grin, and he returned the quick kiss,

"I love you too, En." He reached down and took her hands in his, "And I'll stay with you… no matter what happens."

"That means a lot to me Zib… thank you." she leant against him and shut her eyes, feeling suddenly very tired. What with having such a busy night and all, and sleeping on top of Zib was not really comfy, sure it was kinda but still. He smiled and held her against him, closing his eyes as well, still somewhat ill from his hangover.

[To be continued]