Project 59 by HappyNoodleGurl aka Bonez
Chapter 9 **WARNING! This chapter has alot of uh..."stuff" in it that gave
this story an 'R' rating now.**
Zim smirked evily at his devious plan. He had her in his house. In his base! He looked down at her, who had her eyes on the blank T.V. screen. Smoothly, he moved closer towards her and cleared his throat. "If you uh....get humid in your greenish coat-thingy, you can take it off." Her eyes met his, but her face turned an unnatural shade of pink and red. "But...I changed into my night clothes earlier." she said in a low tone.
He stared, trying to comprehend. "Uh....these 'night clothes' you speak of, can't be that bad can they?" Looking down at the ground, she sighed. "No, but wouldn't it be wierd though?" He jumped up and instantly pointed his finger at her accusingly. "I AM NOT AN ALIEN!! I'm NORMAL! Normal I tell you! Human!" She looked up at him with a slight smile. "I never said you were an alien." Sighing with relief, he sat back down. "Oh...ok then. Sorry."
She stood up for a moment and Zim glanced at her. "What are you going to do?" She unbuttoned her coat and smiled. "I think I'm going to take up on your generous offer." She slid her camo jacket off and it fell to the ground in a green pile next to her. Now he understood what she ment by it being wierd. He looked her up and down. She was wearing a nighty shirt with matching shorts. It was dark blue with silver stars printed all over them. The whole outfit shimmered with a glossy look, as it clung tightly to her body. His face felt hot, and he turned away. Her eyes moved to the ground, as she bit her lower lip.
"Ya know, if it gets too uncomfortable for you, just tell me and I'll leave..." she said to him slowly. His eyes darted towards her begging to stay. "No, you can stay here if you want." he brushed back his hair cooly like he once saw some jock do talking to cheerleaders. "I'm down like a clown Charlie Brown." She stared at him with a puzzled look trying to understand what the hell he ment when all of a sudden a high pitched scream came from the other room.
Zim cringed. He knew what that sound was. It was the sound he dreaded all night long. Startled, Raye jumped on the couch and clung to his arm while he blushed a bit. "What.....was THAT!?!" she whispered to him. Praying that he kept his dog suit on, he sighed. "It's............nothing at all! Just my.....uh....dog!" Raye looked up at him with her curious eyes and clung tighter. "Really?" But before he could answer, a small green dog with toothpaste all smeared around his mouth and a toothbrush stuck in his ear darted by on a skooter.
"WHEEEEE!!! I GOTS ME TOOTHPASTE FULL 'O POOP!" it yelled as it came to a complete stop looking at the couch and it's two occupants. "What......IS it!?!" she yelled. Zim looked at her with a doubtful look. "It's.....my dog, Gir..." Gir walked closer toward them trying to figure out what was different. "Master! I think you've got sumthin' growin' on yew!" Zim picked up the remote and threw it at his puppy, hitting it in the head and plopping on the ground next to him. "I know this, Gir. Now leave me alone." Raye gasped as she looked at the dog and it's vacant expression. "I LUV YEW FLOOR!" Raye blinked twice. "It....talks?" she asked Zim, clinging ever so tightly to his arm. "Yes! Yes, in my planet---uh, 'country' we have programs for talking dog programs!" Letting loose, she sighed as Zim gave her a look while rubbing his arm. "Oh, sorry." she squeeked.
Slowly getting up, Gir's tounge rolled out and he smiled widely. "Ooooo, masta! Who's dat!?!" Zim got up to remove his retarded SIR, but Raye slid down to the ground on her knees and met the dog's eyes with a returning smile of glee. "My name's Raye! Is your name Gir?" His head cocked to the side staring at her. "Reeeeeally????? Hmm.....my masta loooooooooooooves you!!!" Zim turned unhealthfully pale as Raye smiled wider. "How would you know that?" she asked as he threw his hands, er paws?, up in the air and wailed happily. "Cuz he writes about you all the time!" he unzipped his grey zipper in the front and pulled out what looked like a transparent black book. He bit the lock off and it turned solid. Zim felt an uneasy bubbling in what I guess would be his stomach, as Raye curiously at Gir who flipped through pages.
Finally stopping, he squeeled in delight. "Found a juicy one!" The disfunctional SIR cleared his throat as he began to read the passage in the black book.
"October 16. It's happening to me AGAIN! I want to kill that little prick Dib. He's ALWAYS getting in my way! First he tries to stop my mission, then he stalks me for two damn years! I'm gonna dissolve his face off or something one day for causing me so much pain. But, that's not all he did to me. Nope, not at all......."
Zim choked at what was coming next and Raye just sat there hungry for more.
"....No, he has to go and flaunt his 'relationship' with the female spleen I mentioned before. Raye. Raye Manslaughter. I don't know what it is, but something draws me towards her. Maybe if I captured her she'd be a great experiment! .....No, that's what I used to think. Now, I've gone soft. If the Tallest knew how attracted I was to her they'd pull me out of Impending Doom II for sure! What is wrong with me? Me, Zim!?! I'm not myself. Just the other night I caught myself dreaming about her again. This time though, was much more erotic. She was dressed in skin-tight red sparkley dress so low-cut it led much to the imagination. Her hair was pulled back in two tight ponytails that resembled our antennas and her lips were a color red that matched her beautiful eyes. I picked her up from where she was sitting and layed her on a rose-petalled mattress with long, black curtains coming down from the old, human-era Victorian post bed. The smell of the vanilla incense filled the air as I stroked her silky white cheek. I sweetly said her name and she lifted her small hand up to my lips silencing me. I kissed her slim finger and she slowly sat up to meet my face. From what I remember, the whole room was dark, but candles lined the walls and their light bounced off her wine-colored eyes as they slowly closed. Her hand moved from my face back down to the bed as her lips met mine. Her tounge shot inside my mouth hungerly and found mine. I tasted her sweet saliva as her tounge massaged mine gently. I remember how I wanted to dominate, so I pulled her closer towards me and yanked my slithery tounge around hers in pleasurable motions. I layed her down again as I went with her this time. Ontop of her, she tore at my shirt to get it off, finally succeeding in her attempt. My tounge slid back into my own mouth as I opened my eyes again. Pulling my mouth away from her tasty kiss, I looked down at her. She layed there, so ready. She had that look that she just wanted me to dominate her completely. That she wanted me to be her master. Her ruler. So I played with her a bit. I quickly kissed her soft lips, but before she could reply I moved down to her upper neck. Then, kissing her ivory skin, I made my way down to her lower neck, collarbone, then down to her chest.
Gir turned the page as Zim was near fainting. He couldn't move for fear of the next page. Infact, he was almost pure white and Raye was beyond blushing. She was redder than her dress in the passage.
The dresses V-shape was so low I could see half of them allready. Small, but inviting. I couldn't resist it. I kissed the side of her right breast. I felt her hands on my shoulders gripping them the best they could, as I worked my way from her right to her left, then back again teasing her with small, quick kisses. I wanted to tease, but the urge to just take her right there was so tempting. So, giving up only half, I took her spaghetti straps and moved them down her arms until they were off of her. I gulped, then moved her dress down to her hips, which now the urge was stronger than ever. I saw her breasts, they weren't fake or huge. They were real, like the rest of her. The dark nipples stood stiff, as I looked up at her. She blushed, and sweetly said my name. "Zim......" Then I smiled playfully and layed cold, flat licks upon her right breast. Gripping it, I stared up at her deviously, which combined with the licking upon her nipple made her shiver with pleasure. I liked that. Oooo, I liked that control. Then, never moving my glance from hers, I pressed my mouth around the whole thing, sucking gently. Her grip on my shoulders tightened a bit as she closed her eyes. I threw my gloves on the floor, and lightly raked my claws up and down her stomach. I watched the effect. My name slithered out of her mouth again, and she rolled her head back a bit more. Her stomach was sensitive, so I did it again and again and always was I sucking. I took my left hand and through the slit in her dress, and moved up her leg up to her waist. I pulled the rest of her dress down to her knees until she kicked it off completely. I stopped, and moved my lips down to her naval. I kissed it, then playfully bit the top softly. She grabbed my antenna's firmly as I slowly removed her red panties from her body. "Zim....not that...." she pleaded. But I had other plans. I stood up infront of her, staring at her naked body. What a beautiful specimen. To this day I still don't know how I knew what her anatomy looked like, but I removed my pants never taking my eyes off of that amazing creature. Whatever created her, they molded something perfect. Her crimson eyes opened and met my gaze. I could tell somehow she wanted me to come into her, but she decided to try and play fake. "Zim.....we can't..." Maybe she knew that would make me want to do it more, but whatever the reason she opened her legs to me, and I pushed into her. I was ontop, and holding her down as I pushed in, pulled out, pushed, pulled. I repeated this process until she was screaming my name. I loved it when I pushed her, because I was going somewhere nothing has gone before and what I loved much, much more was that I made her my slave. I wanted her, and I was going to get her. She knew that. I overpowered her, as I grabbed her wrists and held them tightly by her head so she couldn't move. I was her master. I was her ruler. I.....why am I writing this down anyway? Oh well, atleast I got to relive the moment...where was I though? Uh...I'm going to kill Dib and blah blah blah blah I'm going to bed now!
Gir slammed the book shut and shoved it back in his zipper. "Don't worry tho, masta's got it goin' on!" he squeeled, then ran out the room and flushed himself down the kitchen toliet. Raye stared straight to the wall infront of her, cheeks redder than the cherry flavor JollyRancher I have in my mouth right now and totally not noticing the 'alien-like' sections in the passage. On the other hand, Zim was as white as a sheet grabbing his stomach at the sickining feelings of embarassment and total hell he just went through.
The words buzzed through Raye's mind over and over again. For a long time, they stayed just like that. No one moved, no one spoke. Then, finally Zim on the verge of throwing up from neverousness looked down at the ground shamefully.
"Uh, look, if you want an explination you won't find it, so stop looking." he said, as she slowly turned to face him. "I'm not," she said, "but understand how eerie this is for me. Is that why you're always giving Dib dirty looks? Because you wish it was you holding me instead of him?" Zim felt like he was being stabbed with 100 knives, but he forced a laugh. "HahahahahaHA! How dare you imply me, Zim, being jealous of Dib!" She looked up at him and slowly stood up. "I'm not implying anything, I'm just asking. Zim, how do you feel about me?" His eyes darted to meet her stern gaze and cleared his throat.
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Jeeeeeeeeezus that wuz long! So I'm going to make this short. Yay! My story FINALLY got an 'R' rating! **claps** Heh...so what did ya think? Hmm...I think I did the whole hentai thing pretty good. After all, when you RP and you have boyfriends online who do too, this stuff just kinda happens. But uhh...HA! Zim has hot dreams! What perplexes me though, is how Gir read that whole damn story without messing up or getting bored. **throws a bone at him** Yay! Go Gir! But uh...R&R's are appreciated and I have no clue what I'm going to do next chapter. It's 2:28 am and I've been listening to Aqua, Ricky Martin featuring Christina A, Spice Girls, and other numerous lovey-type songs. (Damn you 'Nobody Want's To Be Lonely' song!) Well, I'm going to work on chapter 10 now. YAY! We're almost in double-digits! **smile smile** bai!
~*~HappyNoodleGurl aka Bonez~*~
P.S.~*~ "'Time is precious and it's slipping away and I've been waiting for you all of my life Nobody wants to be lonely so why don't you let me love you???'"
Zim smirked evily at his devious plan. He had her in his house. In his base! He looked down at her, who had her eyes on the blank T.V. screen. Smoothly, he moved closer towards her and cleared his throat. "If you uh....get humid in your greenish coat-thingy, you can take it off." Her eyes met his, but her face turned an unnatural shade of pink and red. "But...I changed into my night clothes earlier." she said in a low tone.
He stared, trying to comprehend. "Uh....these 'night clothes' you speak of, can't be that bad can they?" Looking down at the ground, she sighed. "No, but wouldn't it be wierd though?" He jumped up and instantly pointed his finger at her accusingly. "I AM NOT AN ALIEN!! I'm NORMAL! Normal I tell you! Human!" She looked up at him with a slight smile. "I never said you were an alien." Sighing with relief, he sat back down. "Oh...ok then. Sorry."
She stood up for a moment and Zim glanced at her. "What are you going to do?" She unbuttoned her coat and smiled. "I think I'm going to take up on your generous offer." She slid her camo jacket off and it fell to the ground in a green pile next to her. Now he understood what she ment by it being wierd. He looked her up and down. She was wearing a nighty shirt with matching shorts. It was dark blue with silver stars printed all over them. The whole outfit shimmered with a glossy look, as it clung tightly to her body. His face felt hot, and he turned away. Her eyes moved to the ground, as she bit her lower lip.
"Ya know, if it gets too uncomfortable for you, just tell me and I'll leave..." she said to him slowly. His eyes darted towards her begging to stay. "No, you can stay here if you want." he brushed back his hair cooly like he once saw some jock do talking to cheerleaders. "I'm down like a clown Charlie Brown." She stared at him with a puzzled look trying to understand what the hell he ment when all of a sudden a high pitched scream came from the other room.
Zim cringed. He knew what that sound was. It was the sound he dreaded all night long. Startled, Raye jumped on the couch and clung to his arm while he blushed a bit. "What.....was THAT!?!" she whispered to him. Praying that he kept his dog suit on, he sighed. "It's............nothing at all! Just my.....uh....dog!" Raye looked up at him with her curious eyes and clung tighter. "Really?" But before he could answer, a small green dog with toothpaste all smeared around his mouth and a toothbrush stuck in his ear darted by on a skooter.
"WHEEEEE!!! I GOTS ME TOOTHPASTE FULL 'O POOP!" it yelled as it came to a complete stop looking at the couch and it's two occupants. "What......IS it!?!" she yelled. Zim looked at her with a doubtful look. "It's.....my dog, Gir..." Gir walked closer toward them trying to figure out what was different. "Master! I think you've got sumthin' growin' on yew!" Zim picked up the remote and threw it at his puppy, hitting it in the head and plopping on the ground next to him. "I know this, Gir. Now leave me alone." Raye gasped as she looked at the dog and it's vacant expression. "I LUV YEW FLOOR!" Raye blinked twice. "It....talks?" she asked Zim, clinging ever so tightly to his arm. "Yes! Yes, in my planet---uh, 'country' we have programs for talking dog programs!" Letting loose, she sighed as Zim gave her a look while rubbing his arm. "Oh, sorry." she squeeked.
Slowly getting up, Gir's tounge rolled out and he smiled widely. "Ooooo, masta! Who's dat!?!" Zim got up to remove his retarded SIR, but Raye slid down to the ground on her knees and met the dog's eyes with a returning smile of glee. "My name's Raye! Is your name Gir?" His head cocked to the side staring at her. "Reeeeeally????? Hmm.....my masta loooooooooooooves you!!!" Zim turned unhealthfully pale as Raye smiled wider. "How would you know that?" she asked as he threw his hands, er paws?, up in the air and wailed happily. "Cuz he writes about you all the time!" he unzipped his grey zipper in the front and pulled out what looked like a transparent black book. He bit the lock off and it turned solid. Zim felt an uneasy bubbling in what I guess would be his stomach, as Raye curiously at Gir who flipped through pages.
Finally stopping, he squeeled in delight. "Found a juicy one!" The disfunctional SIR cleared his throat as he began to read the passage in the black book.
"October 16. It's happening to me AGAIN! I want to kill that little prick Dib. He's ALWAYS getting in my way! First he tries to stop my mission, then he stalks me for two damn years! I'm gonna dissolve his face off or something one day for causing me so much pain. But, that's not all he did to me. Nope, not at all......."
Zim choked at what was coming next and Raye just sat there hungry for more.
"....No, he has to go and flaunt his 'relationship' with the female spleen I mentioned before. Raye. Raye Manslaughter. I don't know what it is, but something draws me towards her. Maybe if I captured her she'd be a great experiment! .....No, that's what I used to think. Now, I've gone soft. If the Tallest knew how attracted I was to her they'd pull me out of Impending Doom II for sure! What is wrong with me? Me, Zim!?! I'm not myself. Just the other night I caught myself dreaming about her again. This time though, was much more erotic. She was dressed in skin-tight red sparkley dress so low-cut it led much to the imagination. Her hair was pulled back in two tight ponytails that resembled our antennas and her lips were a color red that matched her beautiful eyes. I picked her up from where she was sitting and layed her on a rose-petalled mattress with long, black curtains coming down from the old, human-era Victorian post bed. The smell of the vanilla incense filled the air as I stroked her silky white cheek. I sweetly said her name and she lifted her small hand up to my lips silencing me. I kissed her slim finger and she slowly sat up to meet my face. From what I remember, the whole room was dark, but candles lined the walls and their light bounced off her wine-colored eyes as they slowly closed. Her hand moved from my face back down to the bed as her lips met mine. Her tounge shot inside my mouth hungerly and found mine. I tasted her sweet saliva as her tounge massaged mine gently. I remember how I wanted to dominate, so I pulled her closer towards me and yanked my slithery tounge around hers in pleasurable motions. I layed her down again as I went with her this time. Ontop of her, she tore at my shirt to get it off, finally succeeding in her attempt. My tounge slid back into my own mouth as I opened my eyes again. Pulling my mouth away from her tasty kiss, I looked down at her. She layed there, so ready. She had that look that she just wanted me to dominate her completely. That she wanted me to be her master. Her ruler. So I played with her a bit. I quickly kissed her soft lips, but before she could reply I moved down to her upper neck. Then, kissing her ivory skin, I made my way down to her lower neck, collarbone, then down to her chest.
Gir turned the page as Zim was near fainting. He couldn't move for fear of the next page. Infact, he was almost pure white and Raye was beyond blushing. She was redder than her dress in the passage.
The dresses V-shape was so low I could see half of them allready. Small, but inviting. I couldn't resist it. I kissed the side of her right breast. I felt her hands on my shoulders gripping them the best they could, as I worked my way from her right to her left, then back again teasing her with small, quick kisses. I wanted to tease, but the urge to just take her right there was so tempting. So, giving up only half, I took her spaghetti straps and moved them down her arms until they were off of her. I gulped, then moved her dress down to her hips, which now the urge was stronger than ever. I saw her breasts, they weren't fake or huge. They were real, like the rest of her. The dark nipples stood stiff, as I looked up at her. She blushed, and sweetly said my name. "Zim......" Then I smiled playfully and layed cold, flat licks upon her right breast. Gripping it, I stared up at her deviously, which combined with the licking upon her nipple made her shiver with pleasure. I liked that. Oooo, I liked that control. Then, never moving my glance from hers, I pressed my mouth around the whole thing, sucking gently. Her grip on my shoulders tightened a bit as she closed her eyes. I threw my gloves on the floor, and lightly raked my claws up and down her stomach. I watched the effect. My name slithered out of her mouth again, and she rolled her head back a bit more. Her stomach was sensitive, so I did it again and again and always was I sucking. I took my left hand and through the slit in her dress, and moved up her leg up to her waist. I pulled the rest of her dress down to her knees until she kicked it off completely. I stopped, and moved my lips down to her naval. I kissed it, then playfully bit the top softly. She grabbed my antenna's firmly as I slowly removed her red panties from her body. "Zim....not that...." she pleaded. But I had other plans. I stood up infront of her, staring at her naked body. What a beautiful specimen. To this day I still don't know how I knew what her anatomy looked like, but I removed my pants never taking my eyes off of that amazing creature. Whatever created her, they molded something perfect. Her crimson eyes opened and met my gaze. I could tell somehow she wanted me to come into her, but she decided to try and play fake. "Zim.....we can't..." Maybe she knew that would make me want to do it more, but whatever the reason she opened her legs to me, and I pushed into her. I was ontop, and holding her down as I pushed in, pulled out, pushed, pulled. I repeated this process until she was screaming my name. I loved it when I pushed her, because I was going somewhere nothing has gone before and what I loved much, much more was that I made her my slave. I wanted her, and I was going to get her. She knew that. I overpowered her, as I grabbed her wrists and held them tightly by her head so she couldn't move. I was her master. I was her ruler. I.....why am I writing this down anyway? Oh well, atleast I got to relive the moment...where was I though? Uh...I'm going to kill Dib and blah blah blah blah I'm going to bed now!
Gir slammed the book shut and shoved it back in his zipper. "Don't worry tho, masta's got it goin' on!" he squeeled, then ran out the room and flushed himself down the kitchen toliet. Raye stared straight to the wall infront of her, cheeks redder than the cherry flavor JollyRancher I have in my mouth right now and totally not noticing the 'alien-like' sections in the passage. On the other hand, Zim was as white as a sheet grabbing his stomach at the sickining feelings of embarassment and total hell he just went through.
The words buzzed through Raye's mind over and over again. For a long time, they stayed just like that. No one moved, no one spoke. Then, finally Zim on the verge of throwing up from neverousness looked down at the ground shamefully.
"Uh, look, if you want an explination you won't find it, so stop looking." he said, as she slowly turned to face him. "I'm not," she said, "but understand how eerie this is for me. Is that why you're always giving Dib dirty looks? Because you wish it was you holding me instead of him?" Zim felt like he was being stabbed with 100 knives, but he forced a laugh. "HahahahahaHA! How dare you imply me, Zim, being jealous of Dib!" She looked up at him and slowly stood up. "I'm not implying anything, I'm just asking. Zim, how do you feel about me?" His eyes darted to meet her stern gaze and cleared his throat.
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Jeeeeeeeeezus that wuz long! So I'm going to make this short. Yay! My story FINALLY got an 'R' rating! **claps** Heh...so what did ya think? Hmm...I think I did the whole hentai thing pretty good. After all, when you RP and you have boyfriends online who do too, this stuff just kinda happens. But uhh...HA! Zim has hot dreams! What perplexes me though, is how Gir read that whole damn story without messing up or getting bored. **throws a bone at him** Yay! Go Gir! But uh...R&R's are appreciated and I have no clue what I'm going to do next chapter. It's 2:28 am and I've been listening to Aqua, Ricky Martin featuring Christina A, Spice Girls, and other numerous lovey-type songs. (Damn you 'Nobody Want's To Be Lonely' song!) Well, I'm going to work on chapter 10 now. YAY! We're almost in double-digits! **smile smile** bai!
~*~HappyNoodleGurl aka Bonez~*~
P.S.~*~ "'Time is precious and it's slipping away and I've been waiting for you all of my life Nobody wants to be lonely so why don't you let me love you???'"