I don't own invader zim.

Siz's POV

When faced with a problem that I can't handle there is one person that I always run to. Siz-lorr.

Siz-lorr is my pod brother. We were always put next to each other in the academy; we were even born at the same time. We were the first things we each saw so we became 'siblings'. He would always help and protect me and I would do the same for him.

So when this happened I admittedly hopped a ship for foodcourtai.

Ksssshh.

The hatch door opened and I was blinded by the lights, the movement, and whatever the Vort in front of me had put on to hide its HORRIBLE smell. I ran down the crowded street, headed toward the place where my brother worked. I was thankful for my small size as I ran and ducked under large aliens as I ran toward my brother's work place. Toward the safe haven I seeked.

I burst through the doors of the fast food establishment and mowed down a few customers. I saw my brother behind the cash register and picked up speed toward.

"SSSSSIIIZZZZZ-LOOORRRRRR!!!!" I yelled as I launched my small body toward him. He reacted in pure instinct as he caught me in his arms. I started bawling into his greasy apron the moment I was safe in his arms.

"SIZ??!?? Are you ok? Is there a problem? Are you hurt? Are you being followed? Did you kill someone?" questioned my brother. I was crying too hard to answer so I just shook my head.

"Skoodge! Man the register!"

"BY MY SELF??!?"

My brother didn't answer as he carried me up stairs to his apartment above the restaurant. He sat on his large bed as he held me like a doll and waited for me to calm down.

I regained my ability to think straight and told him the whole story (leaving out the embarrassing parts of course).

He just looked at me as I fidgeted on his bed. He breathed out a huge sigh that pushed my antennas back.

"Well my little sister, you've really got yourself a matching pair of problems." He shook his giant head, "You can stay here as long as you want, but you can't run from this forever."

That night I dreamed.

Irkens don't dream, we don't have a subconscious.

In my dream I was tied, spread eagle, to a lab table. Naked. My mouth gagged.

On either side of me were two dark shadows with red and purple glowing eyes.

"Hello mate." Said the purple shadow.

"You should not have run." Growled the red shadow.

"Now we get to punish you." The purple shadow said in a sing song voice.

The red shadow bent over and a long tongue slid over one of my nipples while the purple shadow did the same. The two tongues licked and tasted my breasts till I was moaning through my gag. I practically felt a twin pair of smirks. Both of the tongues drew back at once. I protested through my gag when, all of a sudden, two green, clawed hands put two clamps on my nipples. The sudden pleasure/pain made me arch my back off of the table, with a loud groan. I once again felt rather then saw twin smirks.

I was breathing hard as I began to struggle, out of instinct, to get away.

As one, two hands stroked down my sides, tickling me slightly, on their way to my thighs and what lay between them.

Both hands reached my dripping, wet, hot, cunt and lightly drew their fingers through the wet folds. I groaned again.

Twin pairs of eyes darted to me when I groaned once again, and this time I did see the smirks when they both thrust a finger each into me.

My back arched off of the table and I tried to scream from the pleasure, but failed. The red and purple shadows started to thrust their fingers deep into my cunt while watching me wither on the lab table. I was getting so close as I twisted my hips on the fingers, the clamps they had put on before heightening the pleasure as I stained my body for the orgasm I needed.

My eyes snapped open as my chest heaved. I heard the slither of my PAKs tentacles as they retracted back into it.

I didn't have an orgasm.

So this was my punishment.