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Some Kind of Crazy Love Potion!

Chapter 3

Dib smiled happily as he beheld the fruit of his toils. Okay, so that sounds a little corny, but Dib worked really, really hard for a month to create the failed pesticide that would help him defeat Zim!

He had made approximately three gallons of the stuff and poured some of it in special aerosol canisters, like spray paint cans, only fancier and more scientificy looking! Dib had yet to test the stuff though, but he was certain that it would work because he had followed the directions exactly. Now it was time for the true test.

Between lab work, Dib had watched Zim carefully for any signs that the Invader was suspicious or something, and despite the fact that Zim did absolutely nothing for that month he had watched him, Dib still vowed to follow through with his plans. He even decided to capture Zim after he interrogated him because he was sure to be totally out of it. He waited for the weekend to come…he waited some more…man, the waiting!

Okay, the weekend. Dib gently took some aerosol cans of the formula and tucked them safely in his bag along with some rope, handcuffs, more rope, some cameras, plenty of film, oh, and let's not forget his handy video camera which he would use to tape Zim's deepest secrets! Dib looked around his room…where was that last thing…the clear plastic tubing! He stuck this in his bag with some more stuff he was sure to need. Satisfied that he had all his equipment, Dib grinned at his own cleverness and raced for Zim's house. He got to the door and was unexpectedly greeted by Gir, who seemed to be leaving the house in his doggy disguise.

"Hi!" Gir greeted.

"Um, hi Gir, is Zim here?" Gir thought for a moment.

"Wait, wait, I know this…" he stuck his little puppy paw in the air. "Oh no."

"What is it?"

"Nope. He ain't here pa!

"Where is he then?" Gir looked around suspiciously and motioned Dib to come closer.

He whispered in Dib's ear, "He's in spaaaaaaace." The dog laughed insanely before running off and disappearing. So much for his tour guide. Dib entered the house, Gir left the door open by the way, and tried to remember exactly where the teleporters to Zim's space station was. He assumed that's what Gir meant by "Spaaaaaaace!" The living room was dark and warm, inviting Dib to sit on the sofa.

"Computer?" he asked, it was worth a shot.

"Yeah, big-headed dude…what's up?" Dib growled at the statement but didn't bother arguing because the computer had acknowledged him!

"How do I get to the space station?" he asked and before he knew it, the sofa popped forward to reveal an elevator. The computer told him to go all the way down and take the third teleporter from the left. Dib did as he was told and found himself in a room that he definitely knew. Gaz had saved him and they had played chase with Zim after she got him out of that stupid experimenting pod thing! Dib cautiously looked around for Zim and he was very aware that the computer may have told Zim he was coming, but Zim's stuff was so stupid anyway…

An open door nearby revealed a hall and several doors. Dib didn't really know where he was going, but he went down the hall anyway, as he let his instincts lead the way. The hall was long and dimly lit and none of the doors were open. When he got to the end of the hall, something in Dib's gut said, I'll never find him…but quite suddenly he heard a noise from one of the rooms. He walked to the door and put an ear against the metal…definitely a voice…loud and obnoxious…Zim! Dib quietly set his bag by the door and pulled out a neat wire thin camera scope that he threaded under the door. A little screen on his laptop revealed Zim sitting at the far end of the room in front of several large screens. He was saying, yelling rather, at the screens and whatever was written on them.

Dib couldn't imagine a more perfect situation! He pulled out the clear plastic tubing and affixed it to one of the aerosol cans and looked at the image on his computer as he threaded this tube under the door and towards Zim. Stopping about three feet away, Dib pressed the release valve on the can (remember this is an advanced aerosol can!) and the pinkish gas was quickly forced through the tube and into the air around Zim. The alien was totally clueless to the stuff gathering quickly under his feet, but it was expected that he smell the noxious fumes. Dib saw how clouded the room was getting and quickly strapped on his gas mask.

Dib continued to watch the monitor as Zim hopped out of his chair, finally noticing the smoke and the tube leading out of the room…but it was too late. By the time he told the computer to vent the room, and by the time Zim made it to the door, he had inhaled too much to reverse the effects. Zim opened the door and was not stunned to see Dib, but man was he pissed! Dib grinned under his mask and jumped to his feet to face his nemesis.

"DIB!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!? COMPUTER! INTRU--" Dib knocked Zim over and caused him to spasm into heaving coughs as the gas became absorbed into his lungs and body. Zim looked up and backed away, seemingly frightened behind the angry look on his face.

"I finally have you Zim! Now all your secrets will be mine!" Dib's voice was menacing and husky behind the mask.

"What did you do to me you filthy monster," Zim said hoarsely. He was feeling feverish…pink…pinkness. And the pounding in his brain! It was amazing!

"You remember my dad's pesticide, well, now I'm using it to get to you!" Dib laughed and pulled off his gas mask as the computer sucked the last of the gas into nothingness. He grabbed his stuff by the door and pulled out the rope, approaching Zim very carefully, as he might have some fight left in him, but Zim was feeling the effects of the gas and his mind became wobbly.

Yet, through the haze, he remembered what had happened last time. Dib grinding him hard and the pain…Zim gasped for air and backed away from Dib's rope as fast as he could, but something compelled him to go to Dib. His body was being saturated with desire and he wanted it to be satisfied by Dib…NO!!! Remember the pain and the shame….

"No," Zim said softly, "don't hurt me again. It hurt. Don't do it Dib-human," Zim pleaded before Dib pounced on him, quickly tying his arms behind him. Dib looked at the pak, waiting for the spider legs to come, but Zim had forgotten about them. He thrashed under Dib's weight and cried out in terror.

"NO!!! DON'T TOUCH ME SLIME CREATURE NOOOOOOOOOOO!! AHHHHHHHHH!!!" Zim shrieked so loudly that Dib thought his eardrums would burst.

"SHUT UP!" Dib yelled as he pulled Zim to the nearest chair and tied him to it. Zim sat there, suddenly still, as Dib used all the rope to tie him down tightly. He got his video camera and sat in another chair, admiring his prize, so docile now. The gas had worked, but Dib was slightly embarrassed by Zim's confession of pain the first time the gas had been used. He figured that the alien had been a virgin, and certainly it would hurt the way they had done the deed. The only thing that bothered Dib was that Zim thought he was here to do it again, well, he wasn't and he would definitely clear it up with Zim later.

Dib cringed when he looked at Zim's lidded eyes and he almost felt remorseful…but he had to remember…It wasn't my fault!

Trying to focus on his task, Dib turned the camera on and set it on the console in front of him so that it was facing Zim. The alien was breathing heavily now and looking at him strangely. His red eyes were wide with hunger for the human…

"Alright Zim," Dib said, "tell me some stuff. What are you planning to do? Huh? What's your next plan to take over my planet?" Zim smiled stupidly and moaned as he relaxed in the chair. Actually, he was going pretty limp and his head lolled to one side and the rest of his body slumped as much as it could, being tied down and all. Dib repeated his question again…more questions…and some more…but Zim just licked his lips and seemed truly apathetic to everything, well, everything that besides Dib.

"Aw man," Dib whined as he rewound his basically unused interrogation tape. He looked at Zim on the camera's tiny monitor. Going backwards and doing nothing.

"Mmmm," Zim moaned again and shifted in his chair, "Dib?" Dib quickly propped the camera on the console, pushed record again, and turned back to his hostage.

"Yeah, Zim?" he said excitedly, "come on, tell me something useful this time." Zim eyes seemed to focus suddenly, as he glared dangerously at Dib, and for a brief moment, Dib thought Zim had come out of the pesticide's haze, but the alien grinned and said in a low whisper, "I want you, Dib."

"Take me!" he said quickly, with more vigor. Dib silently watched his red eyes go from lustful to angry to panicked as he struggled to get out of his restricting bonds, all to get to Dib. "I thought you said you loved me Dib-human!" Zim cried. "Love me again, I promise I won't betray you like I've been betrayed! Please, please, please…" Zim's body shook with painful sobs, tears rolled down his green cheeks, much to Dib's amazement.

"What do you mean by betrayed? Who betrayed you Zim?" Zim's head fell to his chest and he cried loudly, the sound wrenched Dib's heart. The pesticide brought out the most heightened form of emotions in Zim…passion, anger, and pain…he felt the lust in his body, between his legs and just all over, but with that horrible pleasure came inevitable pain. Why did they have to chase each other like that? Why can't we just feel good without the bad? Zim couldn't understand why the boy wasn't giving him pleasure, giving him his due.

"Please don't hurt me Dib-human." Zim said through heaving sobs. "Do you still…love me?" he asked quietly as he looked up. Dib found it hard to look at his tear-stained face and the puffiness under his eyes. His lips were pouty and he pleaded with Dib to answer his question.

"Sure, Zim," Dib said uncomfortably. He just didn't understand. He thought the pesticide would make Zim more vulnerable to his questions, but it had made moody as hell, not to mention horny (well, that was expected). And what was up with the love? The betrayal???

Dib wasn't sure.

The video camera recorded on...

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