Gretchen was sure SOMETHING was going on with Dib. She just wasn't entirely sure beyond ONE absolute certainty…

ALIEEEEENNNNSSS!

Yes, Gretchen, in fact, believed in the supernatural and the paranormal. Like the young man she had a big crush on, the purple-haired girl had been interested in the otherworldly for ages. She had her purple hair tied into three spiky ponytails, a big overbite with large braces, and she commonly wore a short-sleeved striped orange and purple dress. She had noticed that people who'd been harassing Dib or Gaz, who'd wronged them in some way, kept VANISHING.

The police had, after about three dozen people from school had vanished, decided to consult the local genius, the brilliant Professor Membrane, who could only say that the people who were missing had met with an "Unknown force"…which was so unhelpful as to make the Sheriff literally turn blue in the face, near incandescent with rage.

But Gretchen had heard rumors on the internet. She'd heard…that an alien was behind it. There'd been some photos taken. It'd been hard to get ANYTHING of this being, but it looked big, humanoid, and with a dark, yet starry body, as if a slice of living night sky had landed on Earth.

Now Gretchen had figured out the best path forward was to watch Dib and Gaz's home like a hawk. She was using a long-distance video camera/telescope she'd bought online, and was writing down notes whenever it looked like something suspicious was going on. There always appeared to be a quick flash of SOMETHING happening around nighttime, but the footage was always never conclusive because Dib and Gaz seemed to be partying every single time that suspicious blur took off!

Gretchen needed to get closer. Putting on dark clothing including a beanie, gloves and boots, she shimmied down the street like Solid Snake sneaking up on an unknowing guard. Mentally humming the Metal Gear theme, she crept carefully towards Dib and Gaz's house, hiding in the bushes, readying her video camera as she noticed the curtains were drawn. She raised the camera up, adjusting her headphones she had attached to them, and the microphone designed to catch far-off sound.

She hoped Dib wasn't up to anything wrong. The idea of her darling Dib being behind such disappearances would be too horrible for her heart to handle.

"I appreciate you letting me ask all these questions. So…how um…I uh…can I ask about…er…" Dib seemed to hesitate, Gretchen could practically see in her minds eye his cheeks burning. "…private stuff."

A sniggering laugh from Gaz, and then…

"Ohhhhh." An older woman speaking now. "…you mean…intercourse? Knocking boots? Hitting skins? Sex?"

"Yep!" Dib's voice was now slightly high pitched. "Um…d-does your species…I mean, to make more OF your species…how do you…I mean…"

"Well, you see, when a male galaxy and a female galaxy love each other very much, the woman lies down and the man gives her twenty dollars!" The older woman laughed as Gaz began to guffaw at this too, Dib spluttering a bit. "Kidding! Kidding. I'm happy to…say…demonstrate how." The woman was whispering more quietly, Grethen had to strain to listen. "Thanks to being living galaxies, we have a WIDE swath of DNA to make use of so as to ensure…compatibility. It's a most sensual experience no matter how we breed. And, well…if you're interested in, perhaps…a little "Science experiment", that's fine by me!" The older woman giggled as Gretchen almost gagged at the innuendo…before she accidentally DID gag when she unknowingly fulfilled the urban legend that you swallow eight spiders per year, because not one, not even two or three, but EIGHT spiders had taken notice of her very shiny braces and thought they were some kind of bug, racing at her from the bushes in an attempt to tug her braces right out of her mouth and web them up!

Spluttering and coughing and hacking, poor Gretchen flopped out of the bush, gasping and struggling to her feet…looking up just in time to see a being with a body so otherworldly and ethereal standing over her, with Dib by her side. She looked down with a faint sadness on her face upon the young woman, her pink eyes looking Gretchen up and down before she turned to Dib.

"Dib, what do you want me to do?" She asked.

"Don't hurt her, please. She's a friend of mine from school." Dib insisted quickly, shaking his head back and forth as he realized what this alien being was asking. The strange woman nodded, picking Gretchen easily up by her collar, and a few seconds later, Gretchen found herself upstairs in Dib's room, and being tied to a chair by the alien.

"Wh-Who are you?" Gretchen whispered.

"My name is the Huntress. I'm very sorry kiddo, really, I am, but now I'm going to have to keep you from telling anyone about me. Dib and Gaz aren't ready yet for anything serious like revealing who I am yet…though Gaz is certainly all into the idea of just going "rogue state" by having me storm Washington DC…or waiting another month, President Man's supposed to be coming by for a rally." The Huntress admitted.

She looked Gretchen up and down, then rubbed her chin. "Okay, kiddo. I'll give you a choice. How would you like me to eat you?" She asked with a playful little smile.

"I wouldn't want you eating me at all!"

"Sorry kiddo, that's not an option. I'll swallow you feet first." She decided as she picked Gretchen up, undoing the bonds, and then SCHAA-THROMPGH. Eased the poor young woman's feet into the soft depths of her maw. Gretchen gasped and moaned out in shock, the wet, warm, slobbering depths of the alien swallowing her, and her body tingled as she slid down inch by inch into the depths of the Huntress. She could feel the Huntress sliding her tongue over her flesh, licking at it. Gretchen cringed she felt herself being slowly rotated around. She looked up and saw the maw widening to further let her sink into it, the alien being intent on sealing her inside the depths of her belly. Gretchen tried to protest…but found she couldn't speak. A strange, sweet aroma seemed to fill the air, making her feel more and more light-headed.

Gretchen was soon swallowed up past her waist, and the Huntress faintly closed her maw around Gretchen's body, now up to her stomach, humming softly as she patted over her own stomach with one hand, which had now begun to take on a very distinct bulge. Gretchen looked around in horror as she tried to speak, to protest, as she could feel the fleshy walls surrounding her legs, and she began trying to squirm. She was about to finally speak...when she realized her nipples were beginning to stiffen up beneath the clothing she wore.

She was so engrossed in taking note of this that she failed to notice her face was soon right at the edge of the Huntress's maw. Now only her head remained outside of the alien being's jaws. "Please..." Gretchen managed to get out, a final, pleading look in her eyes as the Huntress closed her own, then took Gretchen's head in one clawed hand, intent on polishing Gretchen off, despite her pitiable, pleading look.

"Sorry kid. But you can't tell anyone about us. Not yet." She crooned, licking Gretchen's hair with her tongue, before she pressed her lips around the young girl's neck, and gave a firm gulp. Gretchen's entire head slipped into the Huntress's mouth, and she squirmed in fear, trying to get free as her cheeks were playfully pinched. The Huntress giggled as she used her tongue to press Gretchen's head to the top of her maw, and then tilted her head back, before closing her mouth.

Gretchen felt her ears flapping against the top of the alien's mouth, and she struggled to get free as best as she could. Her face was getting all smeared with saliva as the Huntress gave a few more loud gulps. Gretchen could feel herself slipping further and further into the alien, and she began to squirm. Her arms, however, were soon tightly pressed against her sides, and her hips were already tightly wedged into the alien's throat. Soon, her body was a human shaped bulge that was slickly sliding down, down into a world of soft warmth, and softer flesh. It was as if she was surrounded on all sides by an eternal abyss of deep space, faint stars softly glittering around her. She could hear the Huntress humming, feel her rubbing over the Gretchen-shaped engorged gut she had as she made her way out of Dib's bedroom, to go find Dib and tell him what she'd done.

The Huntress had no intention of stopping any time soon. This had been an unexpected catch, but now that she had Gretchen, she would be sure to enjoy the young woman inside her. Perhaps she'd let Dib play with her a little bit though, since he seemed to want to do some "Science experiments" himself. She made her way into Dib and Gaz's little private office they'd set up and checked "The List".

Ah. Yep. Gretchen was one of those people Dib had insisted NOT be digested and absorbed. Unlike other members on the list, she was on the "Spare" section. Lucky girl! The Huntress could have a LOT of fun with her later...maybe get Dib in on it too. "It takes three to party", as the saying went. Heck, they could even get GAZ in there if she was up for it, a hot foursome, something the Huntress had never tried before. Hmm...

Oh well. She'd find out what Dib wanted to do when she got back to him. And then...well, she'd take care of a few more members on the list. Maybe she could even make a trip to the moon? The thing was, the Huntress had set up a Twitter account as a joke but had actually been getting...well...DM's. People slid into her DMs to ask for favors, to beg for things from her. There were a few actually AT, of all things, NASA, who promised her a free trip to the Moon in exchange for getting rid of their shitty boss cuz "he makes us look at the screens and our data for half the time, but only pays us a quarter". Poor schmuck! Sounded like he needed a break.

Or, as she liked to put it...a "HUNT". A knock on the door and Dib nervously came in.

"Uh...is Gretchen okay?"

"QUITE fine. But no doubt scared." The Huntress offered. "It'd be a good idea if you could get her to chill out." She added. "Wanna slip inside me so you can chat with her?" She playfully intoned.

"Um...okay!" Dib insisted as the Huntress smiled and opened her maw, and Dib eased his head, his arms, and his hands right in. She playfully licked and lapped at him, chuckling a bit as she began to gently swallow him down, to deposit him down inside her to join Gretchen.

"Dib! Oh thank goodness!" Gretchen was holding her head as she leaned back against the fleshy wall of the belly she was contained in. She didn't dare sit on the ground, she had no idea if it was dangerous, nor did she want to be any more immersed in this goo that covered the floor, but she still was trying to keep her head up. She saw Dib approaching, and breathed a deep sigh of relief. "You're safe!" She insisted.

"I'm fine. I know this is probably REALLY scary for you." He told her as he sat next to her. "But we couldn't have you telling anyone about her yet."

"Why? Is she an alien?" Gretchen whispered as Dib nodded. "She is!?" She gasped out in shock.

"Yep. She's a living galaxy." He whispered back, as the Huntress let herself drop onto a couch nearby, humming softly as she patted over her belly, which was now quite swollen. "But she's got some nice plans for people in the future and we wanna keep them secret for now."

Gretchen breathed a sigh of relief and then DEEPLY hugged Dib. "Oh thank GOODNESS. I was so scared she was gonna kill me!"
"I'd never let her do that, honestly." Dib admitted to Gretchen, gently patting her on the back as the Huntress's voice softly lilted out in the background, faintly echoing through the air.

"Come on, Dib. Make like Sebastian and kiss the girl."

Gretchen decided to do it first, her lips tightly pressed to Dib's…and he found himself returning the favor. Maybe it was just an adrenaline rush. Perhaps it was the sheer weight of relief at realizing she'd be okay. But Gretchen and Dib deeply kissed there as the Huntress playfully giggled, feeling the two young humans tightly kissing, Dib pressing Gretchen into the wall, Gretchen's breath husky and heavy…

"Should we?" She asked.

"I mean, if you…" Dib began to stammer out.

"Oh, YES." Gretchen insisted, beginning to undress herself as the Huntress distinctly felt their clothing being tossed onto the ground nearby as she mischievously smiled, and patted over her belly.

"Heh-heh-heh. How verrrrrry nice!" She said huskily. She could feel the two naked bodies pressing tightly into her, a little blue blush coming to her cheeks as she savored the intensely erotic sensation of lovemaking within her. She slowly rubbed over her belly, licking her lips slightly. "Mmm…so nice…yessss. Goooood…" She murmured softly, even rubbing over her breasts ever-so-slightly with one hand, playfully squeezing them. "Humans are so ENJOYABLE!" She remarked before she walked off, heading for Gaz's room, who was standing in front of an enormous whiteboard with lots of post-it notes on it, photos of the short, squat, and bad-hair-having President Man scattered around, and little strings connecting pins to the photos and the post-it notes.

Gaz looked in her direction, then at her chest, then at her stomach. "…ugggghhh, is Dib DOING it in you?"
"Yes! Yes he is." The Huntress laughed as Gaz gagged.

"EW, I never wanted to picture my brother nude and thrusting." She moaned as the Huntress smirked, then gestured at the board.

"Would this be the plan you and Dib worked on all this week? Everything's all set?"
"We're going to dramatically save the President Man from you, and ask a private audience with him. Once he's ACTUALLY out of the way and we get rid of any of his loyalists, we'll be able to control pretty much everything in the United States government!" Gaz said with a big grin. "It's my most brilliant plan yet."

Everyone assumed Gaz was stupid at school, average at best. She may not have been as brilliant as her father, but Gaz was definitely not stupid. Gaz…was bored. What she wanted in school were subjects that addressed the two of the biggest loves she had…dark schemes and human suffering.

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…it didn't take long at all. Dib had managed to get hold of a pufferfish for the plan, a special order off the internet. It was a real step up from the poor thing's previous job as a lamp. Thank God for Ebay! Gaz, in turn, had called upon her flesh-eating doll collection and had decided to add her own personal touch. When President Man was currently lying on his ass, deflated, horrified, staring up at the distinctly feminine, powerfully-built being before him, he gulped in fear as she smirked darkly, picking him up in her clawed hands.

"Diiiinnertiiiiiiime!" She whispered loudly, just so everyone could hear with the many microphones surrounding the podium she now stood behind. It hadn't even taken ten seconds to knock all his Secret Service guards into next week, and now the crowd was transfixed with horror at the sight before their eyes. The people of Philadelphia had spent years denying the existence of the paranormal and the supernatural, and now before their eyes was something they couldn't deny. They had no choice but to believe their eyes now. After all, about a gallon of Secret Service blood had splattered all over them in the fight.

But that was when that high-pitched, irritating chorus sang out.

"We represent! The HOMICIDE GUILD! THE HOMICIDE GUILD! THE HOMICIDE GUILD!"

Before the Huntress could seemingly stop them, a host of evil-looking dolls, all gnashing their teeth and snarling, popped out of a box that was slid across the stage! They bit and chewed and gnawed on her as yelped and squealed, and dropped the President Man! And as she did so, Dib barreled out from the crowd, some blood splattered dramatically over one side of his face!
Leaping through the air, he spun gracefully like a pirouetting ballerina, and then THWOOSH! Grabbed the President Man's hand, slid across the stage carrying him along with him, all while whipping around and chanting! "Yu Mo Gui Gwai Fai Di Zao! Yu Mo Gui Gwai Fai Di Zao!"

The pufferfish glowed with a bright green aura of sheer magic power, and SHAKKA-THRAA-KOOOOM! A powerful, albeit small, beam of magic might shot forth to strike at The Huntress! It hit her squarely in the chest and she dramatically clutched her wound. "AHHH! Damn you! Damn your eyes!"
"You're not getting the Prez on OUR watch!" Gaz proclaimed as she dramatically stood by her brother, carrying a big baseball bat wrapped in spiky chains, a smirk on her face. "Now get lost or I introduce you to "Ol' Lucille" here." She cackled.

"Yeah! Your evil plan to get the President's…PREVENTED!" Dib proclaimed.

"And I would have gotten away with it too, if it weren't for you meddling kids!" The Huntress snarled, shaking her fist before THWOOOOM! Bounding away with such speed and power she basically became a blackish/blue blur that vanished into the sky.

Silence reigned. The crowd stared as Dib and Gaz helped the President Man to his feet.

"Are you alright, sir?" Dib asked quietly.

"I owe you my life." The man quietly replied as the crowd began to cheer and holler in delight. "I'll give you, my boy! Anything you or your sister want!"

"Well, uh…a private tour of the White House would be nice?" Gaz asked in a sickly-sweet tone. "With you as a personal guide? We've always wanted to see it. And, well, we just think it'd be an even more special thing if a man as important as YOU could show us all the important things you do there! We know how difficult you've got it, after all. Being the president must be a VERY trying job."

"Oh, that's it? Sure, sure, no problem. I was worried you were gonna ask for something like executing somebody or control of Puerto Rico."

"Oh cool, we control Puerto Rico now?" Dib inquired.

"Woops!" President Man chuckled. "Bit of an October Surprise there!" He laughed as the crowd also laughed and guffawed, even as a few intestinal tracks sloughed off their heads and onto the ground. "Well, I'll have to call my backup Secret Service, they should be here in two minutes. I'll have you flown to the White House on Air Force One and everything. You've GOT to tell me where you get such wonderful toys!"

Gaz grinned. "Believe me, sir, we're gonna tell you everything you'd like to know and THEN some." She said as Dib smiled in delight as well before noticing something had fallen into his black jacket pocket. He looked down at it, reaching in with a hand before his eyes widened slightly and his face turned a little pale.

An ear. An ear from one of the Secret Service agents the Huntress had violently knocked away. Dib had requested that she be harsh, but not FATAL in getting rid of them. Make it look good, but don't actually kill any of them. It hadn't been too hard, the Huntress knew the parts of the human body to slash that gave maximum spray. Dib hadn't been bothered seeing it unfold.

But now it hit him hard. He felt a shudder go through him as the backup secret service agents finally arrived, to escort him, Gaz, and the President Man to Air Force One, none of the adults knowing that the Huntress had already secretly snuck ONTO Air Force One. After all, that's where the backup had been. They thought that nobody could get onto the currently-heavily-locked plane in the two and a half minutes it took to get the President and his guests.
They were VERY wrong. When the plane was about halfway to Washington, Gaz finally made her move and whistled sharply…

And out she came from the hold.

"Hellooooo." The Huntress said, as the President Man turned pale, the remaining secret service agents almost pissing their pants as the living galaxy cheerily waving at them, and wiggling her fingers. "How's everyone doing today?" She inquired. "Would you terribly mind if I ate you?"

"Uhhh…yes?" The President Man squeaked out.

"Sorry, you going in my belly's non-negotiable, but if any of you others want to side with the Winning Team, you've got 30 seconds to decide." The Huntress offered, tapping a fake watch on her wrist as Gaz and Dib stood by her, Gaz smirking evilly, Dib quietly looking at the adults, a sad hint in his eyes, though his face otherwise looked like stone.

Tragically, the backup secret service weren't nearly as loyal as President Man would have liked. As the Huntress took him into the back to enjoy him, Dib tried to ignore the screaming as Gaz turned to the Secret Service. "Okay, here's what we're going to say. We'll leave enough of his body to make it clear that, tragically, the Huntress got to him before we could chase her off. But his dying wish would be to make us vital members of his cabinet as a reward for so bravely trying to save his life not once, but TWICE." Gaz explained to the agents. "The Vice President's a wuss, he'll do anything we want. We'll have the real power, especially given how we can make any resistance disappear if someone has a problem with the plan. So I want to ask right here, right now…none of us in this plane have a PROBLEM with the PLAN…riiiiiight?"

The agents all quickly shook their head, the President Man's screaming finally dying down as the sound of arterial spray filled the air.

"Good." Gaz cheerily intoned. "Dib, in like…ten minutes, it'll probably be okay to go back there and check in with the Huntress. You then tell her I'm gonna go to the cockpit and have a chat with our pilots, and let them know what's up."

"Sure, no problem." Dib said as he sat down and looked at a big bowl of M 's. They had a bag next to them with the Presidential Seal upon them, but when he reached to take some of the M 's to taste them…well, they just tasted like plain, ordinary chocolate. There wasn't anything special about the taste at all, it was just…M 's with a little new label on it.

Dib chewed on them quietly, counting the minutes down in his head before he entered the back, trying not to look at what was slipping down the nearby wall as the Huntress saw his face.

"…you're clearly put off by this." She said. Her tone became soft, she patted his cheek. "Hey, listen. You wanna have a chat with Gretchen?"

"…I think I'd like that, yes." Dib admitted as the Huntress warmly smiled, and then gently lifted him up, easing him in, feet-first, into her chest. He sank down into soft warmth, into the spot between her breasts as the Huntress's claws tenderly lowered him down further. Her pink eyes stared deeply into Dib's own behind his glasses, a sad sigh exiting her fanged mouth.

"You're a nice kid, Dib." She told him. "…you're not made for stuff like this. So lemme give you some advice." She stopped, only his head sticking out between her chest as she closed her eyes and deeply sighed. "Don't let your sister see."

And with that, POP. In he went to go speak with Gretchen, whom the Huntress had been keeping safely tucked away on a small, cozy little planetoid located deep within her depths. Gretchen looked up from the fire she'd been building, some fish frying over it as she saw Dib popping into existence in front of her, flopping on his face…but not getting up. "Oh geez! Dib! Dib, are you okay? You-you've got blood all over you! Holy shit!"

"It's not my blood. But no, Gretchen. No." he sighed. "I'm not okay. I think I've sold my soul to a Devil with rocking tits." He grumbled. "And you know what they say. You can't dine with the Devil without becoming the meal. What am I supposed to do?" he moaned, flopping onto his back, looking up at the sky, arms sprayed out. "…I can't realistically stop her! She's…she's a LIVING GALAXY for God's sake!"

"…uh….I dunno, a…a supernova?" Gretchen remarked with a shrug.

Dib's eyes slightly narrowed. His lips pursed. It was as if he was focusing in on something far away that nobody else could see. Then his mouth hung open wide, his eyes bulging behind his glasses.

"…Gretchen, you're a GENIUS." He remarked. "There IS something that can destroy a galaxy…or at least really damage it! And I've SEEN IT. I know how to identify it. It once almost destroyed the Earth! I can't believe I'm saying this but…"

He took in a deep breath. "I'm…going to have to go ask ZIM for help."

"Is Zim even still alive?" Gretchen asked, looking surprised, gaping in astonishment at Dib. "I woulda thought you'd get rid of HIM first!"

"Nah, the Huntress and Gaz keep him barely alive for poops and giggles…which is pretty much the only thing he can do right now given how they've removed so many parts from him!" Dib added with a cringe of disgust. "But I THINK I could convince the Huntress to let me heal him up. I'll portray it as wanting to prepare him for a final, ultimate punishment and that it'd be WAY more satisfying to do it to a full, healthy Zim. She'd find it more fun when he's not totally disarmed."

"They took away his guns and stuff?"

"No, his arms."

"Oh. Ew. You're not worried she can hear us?"

"She's admitted it takes a lot of effort to focus on a particular planet, and right now she's distracted…I hope." Dib confessed. "Let's talk more when we get outside her. I'll ask Nee to let you out alongside with me, and we can hammer out the details."

"Well what's your big idea?"

"Zim is the only one who knows where I could find it. The one thing I'm sure could totally f—k the Huntress up…" Dib took in a deep breath, and then he spoke those horrifying words…

"The Florpus Hole."